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out of my league - knj | 01

you were out of my league. got my heartbeat racing. if i die, don't wake me, cause you are more than just a dream - out of my league, fitz and the tantrums

✹ summary- Kim Namjoon was never supposed to find out about your years-long hopeless crush on him. And he most definitely was not supposed to find out about it in front of all your coworkers in a company-wide meeting.

✹ rating- explicit/18+/nsfw

✹ pairing- kim namjoon x reader

✹ word count- 6.6k

✹ genre- angst, smut, comedy

✹ chapter warnings- swearing, descriptions of sex, sexual content, namjoon being a sexy flirt, jungkook being a himbo, awkward conversations, jimin being a protective bff

✹ a/n- hello and welcome to this fic thats lived in my google docs for almost a year now. without @ladyartemesia @xjoonchildx @untaemedqueen and @chimoona, i would never have posted it. i truly owe so much of my brainstorming and creativity to their incredible brains and thoughts and ideas. i love them very much! i hope you enjoy this first chapter! please feel free to message me, talk to me abt anything!! im always here to chat. ILY!

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Kim Namjoon was never supposed to find out this way.

You planned to confess your undying, unerring love for your coworker at a better time, a classier place. You would wear a dress that highlighted your features, hair cascading down your back, makeup done to perfection and spritzed with expensive perfume. You’d confess, he’d confess right back, and you’d live happily ever after.

You’d also dreamt that Kim Namjoon would have the slightest inkling of who you are before he finds out about your year long crush. He might know you as the mousy girl in the office who doesn’t talk and doesn’t contribute much other than some crunched numbers and apparently the best coffee brewer in the office. But you’d prefer he knows you well—your favorite colors and movies and foods, what makes you happy and sad; things future husbands should know.

You very much did not think it would happen in a company wide conference, full of over five hundred suit-wearing executives. You did not think it would be done by the office bully, Chungha, who carefully takes over the mic and speaks the words clearly as she presents awards of recognition.

“Congratulations to Kim Namjoon for 5 years with the company, over $4 million in revenue, and the object of ____’s lust and affection. I’m sure you two will have the happy life she’s written in her journal about. Make sure you celebrate with her today!”

The room is silent, so silent you could have heard a pin drop from a mile away. Your face is cherry red and you wish the earth would open up and swallow you whole. Your heart feels like someone has ripped it in half and you stare in horror at the girl smirking at the front. Is this what it feels like to be backstabbed? Namjoon looks perplexed—confusion written on his face as he gestures around to no one in particular like he’s saying ‘what the fuck was that?’

Awkward coughing and clapping begins and Namjoon stands to receive his award, a fine wooden fountain pen, and chances a glance around the room. He easily spots you, with your wide, frightened face. His look remains passive, not hinting what he’s thinking behind those stormy eyes, before he turns and sits back down at the table with his buddies from his department.

You seriously contemplate quitting your job. You could find a new one easily, right? Just stand up and tell your boss you quit and you’re out of there before Namjoon ever sees you again and you’ll never have to face the mean girl who’s ratting you out.

As much as the idea rolls through your head, you know you won’t do it. You love your job, love the security and finances it provides you, and you love to look at Kim Namjoon, all day every day.

You don’t understand where things went wrong.

( one month ago )

It’s 9:03 am. You finish brewing the coffee in the small staff kitchen and sigh at the aroma of the freshly ground beans. Coffee is your favorite meal, favorite time of day, favorite snack, and preferred beverage. You drink it constantly. You’re known as “coffee girl” at work, mostly because no one really bothers to get to know you beyond that. You drink coffee like it’s a devoted religion. You could drink a cup right before bed and still sleep like a baby. It was, put simply, your drink.

The office workers deem you to be the one to make the pots of coffee every morning, claiming you were the ‘best’. You didn’t mind—you preferred to make your own coffee regardless—but you believe your coworkers are trying to pass off the twenty-minute job to someone lower in the office hierarchy. And you were one step above the interns.

The coffee machine chimes to let you know it’s hot, and it’s ready for you. You eagerly pour a mug, a large one, and smile as the waft of freshly ground beans (by you, of course) fills your senses.

You nearly knock the cup out of your hand as Kim Namjoon strolls into the office, eyes set on the coffee.

You feel your throat swell up, like he’s an allergen and you’re caught without an epi-pen. Butterflies swirl in your stomach and you can’t stop staring at him. He pays you no mind, tired yet determined to pour a cup of coffee and get back to his office.

You stand in the small kitchen, clutching your coffee like a lifeline, and pray to god you don’t do something stupid.

Namjoon pours his mug, and you watch his muscular hands grip the coffee pot. He pours a hefty amount of cream and sugar into his cup—it appears even perfect male specimens have their faults.

Your eyes dance on his face before they tango down his body. You wonder what he looks like in the morning, crawling out of bed with mussed hair and a sleepy smile painted on his face. He’d look at you and tell you you’re the most beautiful girl and kiss you deeply despite morning breath. Maybe he’d take you to the shower to press you against the tile as he fuc-

“Oh!” it startles Namjoon to see you, and the coffee in his hand swishes violently. “Didn’t see you there. Sorry!”

Your heart melts. He’s the picture of kindness and politeness. You recognize it’s been a few seconds and you still haven’t replied.

“It’s fine!”

“Great coffee, by the way,” he smiles. His teeth nearly knock you out cold with their brilliance. “Have a good day.”

He turns and exits the room without so much as a glance back at you. Your knees feel weak.

Kim Namjoon talked to you. He complimented you. He told you to have a good day. It’s the best and most significant conversation you’ve had with your secret crush.

You definitely file that away for another day when you need to reminisce on his compliment, and you scurry out of the kitchen towards your desk.

Park Jimin is waiting dutifully at your desk when you arrive, a smug smile still slapped over your features as you sip at your coffee. Namjoon spoke to you today—how lovely.

Jimin quirks an eyebrow.

“What’s got you so perky this morning?”

You’re normally quiet and passive, avoiding eye contact or any semblance of emotion on your face.

You look up at the blonde bespectacled boy. Park Jimin is the closest thing to a best friend in the company. He’s who you spend time with at lunch, see on weekends, and text often. You suppose he’s the closest thing to a best friend you have in your entire life.

You send him a smirk and lean in close to whisper. “Namjoon said hi to me today!”

Jimin sends you a pitiful look and pats your shoulder. Your best friend is well aware of your secret crush and while he thinks Namjoon is a nice guy, he thinks your crush is a little hopeless. He’s the most popular guy in the office, often has dates lined up every weekend. Jimin hears the way he and his friends talk in the break room. The man is definitely not hurting for female attention.

“Oh, honey,” he sighs, unenthusiastically. “That’s great.” He can’t help but feel a twinge of sadness over how excited you’re getting from a simple ‘hello’ from a coworker.

“I know, right? Anyway, lunch today?” You ask as you settle down into your cubicle.

Jimin pushes his glasses up his face and nods. “Of course! That’s why I came by this morning. I wanted to let you know that Jungkook from marketing will join us.”

You make a face, disgust etched in the lines creasing your forehead.

“Why?”

Jungkook is well known in the company. He’s a loudmouth, a player, a clown, and everyone’s favorite comedian. He’s just not your favorite.

“Don’t be rude,” Jimin admonishes at your grimace. “He asked to join and well—he’s cute. I can’t say no to him.”

“Oh Christ, Jimin,” you groan. “Not you too! Don’t tell me you have the hots for the serial fuckboy?”

He blushes lightly and shrugs. “Maybe I do! Be nice to him today or I’ll eat all your chocolate ice cream I know you have at home.”

You stick your tongue out, petulantly. “Fine, now let me get to work or else Seokjin will be up my ass.”

Jimin smiles and kisses your cheek before he scurries away, back to human resources.

It feels as if barely any time has passed. You’re working hard, running calculations and updating spreadsheets. You have an eye for numbers, and losing yourself in an equation is just another day for you. You’re shaken from your cheerful place by a vibration from your phone, and a text alert popping on the lit screen.

jimin 12:01 pm- it’s lunchtime!! you better get your butt out here!

You smile and text back an affirmative reply, then move to grab your lunch from the company fridge. Gliding down the steps leading to the fresh outdoors, you meet Jimin at the lunch tables in the grass.

Jimin is sitting with Jungkook. You can recognize your best friend by his hair and glasses, and Jungkook by his obnoxious laughter.

“Hi,” you murmur as you sit down and open up the brown bag lunch you’ve brought.

“Hi!” Jimin is excited to see you, and just a pinch over eager to be sitting next to Jungkook.

“You know Jungkook, right?” Jimin asks, a harsh look in his eyes that reminds you to be on your best behavior.

You nod as you pull out a bag of grapes. “Oh, yeah, hey,” you smile. “I’ve seen you around.”

Jungkook delivers you a signature smirk and you feel yourself roll your eyes internally. “Yeah, you’re Coffee Girl, right?”

You pout and glare down at your brown bag lunch. Will you ever become more than just Coffee Girl?

“Yeah, I suppose that’s me.”

Jimin clears his throat to dismiss any awkwardness.

“So, Jungkook, I hear you like working out? ___ likes to work out too. She drags me to the gym sometimes. Maybe we could all meet up sometime?” You don’t miss the hopeful lilt in his voice. Jungkook does.

“Oh, yeah?” He narrows a sexy look at you, rather—a look he thinks is sexy that you find off-putting. “What do you do at the gym? Little cardio sets with 5 pound weights?”

What an asshole.

“Sometimes,” you state as you take a bite of the homemade salad you handcrafted last night. “Most of the time I’m lifting heavy. I can bench 275 and deadlift 300.”

Jungkook looks taken back. “What, really?” He sounds breathless. “You lift more than Namjoon-hyung.”

At the sound of the love of your life’s name, you pause. Your face heats quickly and Jungkook smirks. Of course, he recognizes this and not Jimin’s obvious flirting.

“Why are you blushing?” He asks. “Did I say something?”

You’re quick to dismiss things. “Um--no. I just um,” you’re grasping at straws. “I’m hot.”

Jimin is trying not to laugh, hiding his mouth behind a petite hand.

Jungkook tilts his head. “It’s not even sunny today.”

You gulp. “Yeah, I must be hot. With a fever. M-malaria… probably.”

Jungkook snorts.

“You have malaria? Bummer.” He picks at his nails. “I thought for a moment you had a thing for Namjoon.”

“No!” The retort is quick, too quick for normal conversation, and it gives you away.

“Aha!” Jungkook points an accusing finger at you. “You have the hots for him, don’t you?”

Your features melt, and Jimin tries to assuage the situation. “Jungkook, please don’t tell anyone,” he pleads.

Jungkook smiles at you. “That’s so cute. It’s like a little nerdy freshman crushing on the senior class president.”

You bury your head in your hands, suddenly unable to stomach any food.

“Jungkook,” Jimin’s tone becomes more firm, authoritative. “I’m asking you this as a friend. Please, don’t say anything.”

Jungkook holds his hands up to prove his innocence and waves his proverbial white flag.

“Secret is safe with me,” he promises. “But it’s cute. I know him really well, you know. I could try to hook you two up.”

You blanch, unsure if you want Jungkook saying anything about you to the man of your dreams.

“I’m good, but thanks,” you offer meekly. “I’m not feeling well. I’m going to head back to work, okay?”

Jimin frowns, knowing you’re feeling like a cornered animal, and nods. “Feel better, babe,” he sighs.

Jungkook watches as you leave and turns to Jimin. “Man, he’s way out of her league.”

Jimin slaps the boy in the chest. “Be nice, asshole, that’s my best friend.”

Jungkook promises to be nice, and Jimin is blissfully unaware that others are listening and that the man beside him is easy to persuade.

( present day )

The company-wide meeting adjourns soon after what is likely to be the most embarrassing moment you’ve ever lived through.

You’re grabbing at your things and trying to run out of the room, desperate to get out before anyone sees you or talks to you or laughs at you.

A hand grabs at the coattails of your suit jacket and you’re pulled backwards with a yelp. You turn to seek your captor and find the concerned face of your best friend, Jimin.

“Are you okay? What the fuck just happened?”

Jimin’s concern makes it all real. Until now you could pretend you were in a fugue state, totally dissociated from reality. Now, you realize that everyone in the entire company is aware of your crush on Kim Namjoon.

You can feel your bottom lip wobble, tears threatening to spill. Jimin murmurs an ‘oh shit’ and drags you out of the large room and into the nearest bathroom. He pushes you to sit against the sink and passes you toilet paper to dab at your eyes.

“I don’t know how she found out!” you cry. “God, I feel so stupid and embarrassed.”

It incenses Jimin. He’s holding it back to ensure you’re okay, but in reality, it’s an HR nightmare waiting to happen. He’ll find who did it and punish them accordingly.

They will suffer.

“It’s okay, babe,” he pulls you into a hug. “Everyone will forget about it soon. They’ll think it’s just a lame office joke, okay?”

You nod, feeling the slightest bit comforted by his words.

“How could she find out, Jiminie?” You ask with a sniffle. “You’re the only person who knows.”

Jimin sighs and shakes his head.

“I don’t know, but they’re dead. I haven’t told any-... oh, my god,” Jimin stops suddenly. You look up at him to catch what he’s thinking.

He growls and balls his fists.

“Jungkook knew.”

You let out a sob and bawl your eyes out into the tissue you’re holding. Jimin holds you tighter while he conjures up a hundred different ways to hurt someone and make it look like an accident.

“Don’t worry,” Jimin sighs, trying to comfort both you and himself. “I’m HR. I have to handle this. I’ll make sure they get what they deserve.”

You feel a sting of pain for Jimin. He’s been hopelessly doting on the man who spilled the beans for a few months now, even got to take him on a few dates. It was still nothing serious, but Jimin was clearly smitten.

“I’m sorry you have to do that, Chim,” you whisper. “I know how you feel about him.”

“Yeah, well,” he swallows thickly. “You’re more important than any asshole.”

Jimin holds you tight for a few minutes longer, before you clean yourself up and steel yourself. Ignore everyone, Jimin encourages. Just get to work, he says. Then you can go home and we’ll drink wine and forget about it all, he promises.

You replay his words in his head like a prayer as you walk down the corridors and towards your office. Everyone in the hallways stops to stare at you. They lean towards their friends and whisper. You hear snippets of their gossip, like “Namjoon” and “out of her league”. It drives the sharp blade lodged in your chest even further. It threatens to collapse your lungs and break your ribs.

You make it to your desk safe and sound and bury yourself in work and forcibly ignore the gawking and the stares.

Just make it home. Just get through the day. You’re almost there.

You could do this.

You nearly make it the entire day before running into the one person you didn’t want to see, Kim Namjoon.

At the end of the day, you’re taking the stairs down to the parking garage instead of the elevator. The elevator is too busy, too many people, and you’re trying to avoid the stares and giggles at your expense. The stairs are always deserted and you figure it’s your safest bet.

You can nearly hear the wine calling your name at home. A delicate glass of Sauvignon Blanc and some chocolate ice cream and a good cry—it sounds like the best and only way to unwind after the worst day you’ve ever had in your life.

The chanting of your name gets louder and you wonder if you’ve finally lost your mind—if you’re actually hearing your wine bottles all the way at home talking to you.

No, wait. The voice is real, and coming from behind you. You turn around to face who’s calling you and nearly faint at the sight.

Kim Namjoon stands on the landing above you, one strip of stairs between you.

“Hey!” He seems glad he’s caught you. “I’ve been calling your name for a minute.”

You swallow and search for an answer.

“Sorry, I’m-.. I guess I’m just a little out of it today.”

Namjoon grimaces.

“Yeah, about that…” he begins as he takes the steps down to be on equal ground as you. Your heart is spinning wildly. He’s so close to you. He’s talking to you. On any other day you’d be erupting towards the sky like a firework. But today isn’t any other day.

“I feel like I should apologize,” he states. “I don’t know what happened. I didn’t plan it or anything.”

Damn him and his kindness. Damn him and his cute, awkward smile.

“No, no,” you assure. “I know you didn’t. You don’t have to apologize.”

It’s hard to make eye contact with the man. You want to, know it’s important in intense conversations like this, but the thought of him seeing you—really seeing you makes you ache inside.

“It was a really shitty prank,” he begins. “I’m sure you don’t even know who I am, let alone have a crush on me.”

For the millionth time that day, your face heats to a near boil. You stammer and you’re sure you’ve blown any chance at even thinking about a date with Namjoon.

“Oh, uh, right,” you seek an answer, beg your brain to pick something to say that doesn’t make you sound stupid. “I do.”

“You do what?” He’s confused and you widen your eyes at what just left your mouth.

“I do know you! I mean, I do have a crush on you! Oh, fuck,” you shove your face into your hands. “Please, ignore that. I need to go. Sorry!” You don’t give him a chance to reply, you book it out of the stairway as fast as your heels will take you.

Today was the worst day you’ve suffered through in your life.

The next few days aren’t much better.

Not only are you “coffee girl”, you’re now also sarcastically called “Namjoon’s girl”. As much as you hate your initial title, you’d prefer it to the new one they throw at you as you walk by.

Jimin rats out Jungkook and Chungha to the bosses. They get two weeks probation and they have to write you apology letters if they wish to keep their permanent files clean of any reprimands. It’s a slap on the wrist, and everyone involved knows it. Jimin is furious and wants the boss to reconsider. You tell him not to push it. You’d rather this be over and everyone to forget it even happened. Jimin unwillingly agrees.

You’re working at your desk, earphones shoved in your ears to diffuse the gossip in the room, when you feel a tap on your shoulder. You turn and are greeted with the face of Judas Iscariot himself, Jeon Jungkook.

“Hi,” he sounds sheepish, cheeks reddening.

You narrow your eyes at him, sharper than steel. “What the fuck do you want?”

He winces, knowing he deserved that. “Well, I just wanted to apologize. I know they told me to write you a letter, but it seems too impersonal…”.

You can’t believe Jungkook is sucking his ego up and actually coming to you to apologize. You thought he’d for sure be the one to cop out and send a shitty letter.

He continues.

“I just wanted to let you know that I’m sorry that all went down. I didn’t mean to tell her. She got me drunk and said she saw me eating lunch with you and Jimin. I think she was jealous or something and it slipped out. I know that’s not an excuse. I fucked up your trust and Jimin’s trust. But I just wanted you to know I didn’t do it to be an asshole. She sort of duped me.”

You pause as you take in the man’s apology. He didn’t have to come to you in person. He could have easily taken the shitty route and half-assed a letter to you. But he didn't, and he owned up to his mistake. God dammit.

“I appreciate your apology, Jungkook,” you sigh and you see his body visibly relax. “I’m still mad, but I guess the anger is at her for doing it in the first place. I’m sorry she tricked you.”

He breathes a sigh of relief and kneels down beside you. “I’m really happy you believe me. I was worried you were going to kick me in the nuts.

“I won’t lie, I thought about it.”

He smiles with you, and you feel like this is the restart of a friendship. “I definitely deserved it.”

You shrug and smile. “Jimin would kill me for hurting you. He might even kill me for thinking about hurting you.”

Jungkook’s smile drops at the name of your best friend. Yikes. Looks like there’s still trouble in paradise.

“I think you’d be in similar company with Jimin right now. He’s not speaking to me.”

You let out a breath through your nose. “Yeah, he’s a little protective of me.”

“For good reason,” he admits. “You’re like a cute little flower. A cute nerdy flower.”

“Jungkook,” you warn. “I just forgave you after I was humiliated in front of the entire company. I’d be careful with calling me nerdy right now.”

“Fuck, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it in a bad way.”

It’s hard to stay mad at the boy, no matter how much you dislike his reputation around the office. The fact that he humbled himself enough to seek you out and apologize is proof enough to you of his character.

“It’s okay, Jungkook. I forgive you,” you smile. “Thank you for apologizing.”

He rubs the back of his neck anxiously as his cheeks flare red.

“Yeah, it felt pretty shitty to just… do anything else. Plus, you seem really cool.”

“You seem great, too, Jungkook.”

He smiles and pulls you in for a hug, catching you off guard. For the fuckboy type, he’s surprisingly sensitive and soft. You like that about him.

“I’ll see you around, okay?” He says as he pulls away from you.

“Maybe you should apologize to Jimin, too?”

His smile drops, but he nods anyway. “Yeah, maybe I’ll go find him now.”

“Good luck,” you offer with a pat on his shoulder.

With a sad smile, he turns and heads down the hallway towards the HR department. You pray Jimin shows mercy to the handsome boy.

A few weeks go by, and you’re sure that everyone has forgotten about you and your most embarrassing moment to date. You make the coffee, you calculate the numbers, everyone ignores you. Things return to relative normalcy.

Until it doesn't. The moment you think you're safe is the moment your guard comes down and everything falls apart around you.

It's when you're in the staff kitchen, grinding fresh beans to brew a second pot of coffee, that it happens.

The kitchen is fuller than usual. You normally try to wait until the lunchtime crowd dwindles and leaves to make your second pot, but you're so desperate for the caffeine that you can't find it in you to care.

You trudge into the kitchen with your handy coffee mug clutched in your tired hands and head towards the cupboards to grind up the beans.

There's a few groups of coworkers lingering in the room, and as your grinder whirs the beans around into a powder, you chance a look around to see who's among the crowd.

Your eyes flick immediately to where a hearty laugh erupts. It makes your heart still in your throat. Namjoon sits with his usual crowd of friends, hand gripping a homemade sandwich while the other assists him in telling his story to his friends. He pays you no mind—why would he?—and you can't help but stare at the way his dark brown hair lays perfectly against his forehead, and his eyes crinkle so cutely at the edges when he smiles.

You nearly forget about the coffee grounds—you're snapped out of your Namjoon-induced trance when suddenly a woman's laugh echoes around the room.

"Look at her," the voice states.

You peer up and see a girl you vaguely recognize. Is she from Marketing? Or perhaps Sales? You’re not sure, but she’s staring at you with a sneer.

“She’s so weirdly obsessed with Namjoon. It’s so creepy.”

Your face turns cherry red and you’re sure your lungs stop functioning. The air your body needs to breathe freezes and your chest aches.

Namjoon turns to look at the girl before he looks and sees you grasping your coffee grounds tightly.

“Chungha was right—it’s so weird. Namjoon, you should talk to HR about this!”

Namjoon turns back to the gossiping coworker and frowns. “Can you leave it alone? She wasn’t even doing anything.”

The girl huffs and crosses her arms over her chest and looks back at Namjoon.

“How can you stand to be in the same room as her? She clearly thinks she has a chance with you.”

Her words come out like a bite. She punctuates her point with a harsh laugh and the group around her mumbles and chuckles in agreement.

You’re desperately grabbing at anything you can, wanting to leave as quickly as possible before you’re embarrassed further.

“Well, she does!” Namjoon replies loudly, annoyance written in his features. “I was actually going to ask her to dinner this weekend in private, but since everyone is so fucking interested in my love life, I have to do it publicly.”

The room falls silent, and your favorite mug falls out from your hands and shatters on the floor. All sets of eyes stare at you while yours widen with disbelief—you don't even care that you’re standing in a pool of old coffee and shattered ceramic.

Namjoon stands and heads over to you, bending down to pick up the shards of your coffee mug. You take a few stunted breaths to kneel and help.

His eyes peer into yours. They’re warm—a chocolate brown color that makes you feel safe.

“What do you say?” He asks with a smile so gentle it nearly breaks your heart. “Will you let me take you out this weekend?”

You’re gaping like a fish and the surrounding room is silent—bated breath waiting for your reply.

“Yes, I would l-love that.”

His smile turns even brighter, and he stands to throw the broken mug away.

“I’ll email you the details, okay?”

Your head nods dumbly without thinking. His eyes sparkle as he smiles at you, and he extends his hand down to you to assist you off the floor. As your hand slips into his, you can’t help but feel how soft and strong he feels. You wonder what his hand would feel like caressing your face, smoothing down the expanse of your bare back, running down the length of your body.

The thoughts shake out of you as he winks and kisses your hand gently, causing the gossiping coworker to grunt her disapproval and for murmurs of shock to echo around the room.

“I’ll talk to you later, doll.” Namjoon winks at you before he grabs his sandwich and leaves the room, gesturing to his crew to follow along.

The place on your hand felt warm where his lips once lingered. You no longer cared about the angry glares from the rest of your coworkers. Your heart beats wildly in your chest, and you leave the kitchen nearly floating on cloud nine.

Email from: Kim Namjoon

Sent: 3:06 pm

Subject: Hey good lookin ;)

Hey!

Just wanted to see how you are! I’m sorry about what happened at lunchtime. That was super petty and uncalled for. I really wanted to ask you out, and I hope I didn’t embarrass you too much by doing it in front of everyone.

I was wondering if you’d like to go out this Friday night after work? Say around 7? If you send me your address, I’ll pick you up.

Let me know!

Xoxo, Joon

You’re sure if you weren’t sitting in your tiny cubicle, you’d be screaming your lungs out.

The second the notification of the email came through, direct from the man of your desires himself, your body froze.

You re-read the message, over and over and over.

The winky emoji, the xoxo, the nickname ‘joon’. It’s all so much and makes the grin on your face threaten to split your lips in half.

Your fingers press the “FWD” button and you quickly send the message to Jimin, before you stand demurely, attempting to give off an air of professional confidence. You need to talk to Jimin, now.

As soon as you’re out of the eyesight of suspicious coworkers, you bolt down the hallway towards Human Resources. Your high heels click loudly on the tiled floor, but the sound doesn’t even register in your mind. All you can think about is Namjoon, the email, the press of his lips on your hand, the way his smile made you feel as if you could fly.

The door to HR swings open with your tight grip around the doorknob, and you open your mouth to call to Jimin, the lone employee, when you’re startled by the sight ahead of you.

Jimin sits on the edge of his expansive desk with his arms thrown around Jungkook’s neck and is clearly engaged in a deep, sensual kiss. At the sound of the door opening, they quickly break apart, with matching cherry red blushes on their cheeks and mused hair.

“Oh, shit,” you gasp.

The men are silent and you can’t help but giggle after a moment passes. “I’ll take it you two made up?”

Jungkook flashes you a dopey grin, one that gives you an answer, while Jimin smirks haughtily.

“Jungkook and I were just discussing, umm… his 401k.”

Jungkook looks at the blonde boy for a moment, confused, before he gets it. “Yeah! Totally. Retirement. Love to t-talk about it?”

You laugh out loud and walk towards the couple.

“I’m sure it was a titillating discussion,” you tease. “I have good news though, if it’s okay to interrupt this retirement planning session.”

Jimin nods and Jungkook rubs at the back of his neck awkwardly. “I guess I should leave?”

“It’s okay,” you smile. “I trust you.”

Jungkook smiles as if he’s just won the lottery. He looks between you and Jimin, face pure and excited like a puppy.

“What’s up?” Jimin asks as he moves to sit down at his desk.

“I forwarded you an email. Read it.”

Jimin nods and logs on to his posh computer, scrolling and clicking before narrowing his eyes and reading.

“Oh, my god.” Jimin’s face is shocked—it's written all over his features. “Namjoon asked you out?!”

Jungkook’s child-like grin turns into one of shock himself. He runs around to stand behind Jimin, eyes seeking over the words of the email.

“Well, hot damn,” Jungkook whistles. “He asked her out.”

Jimin exchanges a look with Jungkook, one that you’re not sure you can read. It quickly slips your mind, however, as you’re more focused on the task at hand.

“Can you come over tonight after work and help me pick out something to wear?” You ask excitedly.

Jimin smiles at you, a touch of sadness in his eyes, before he nods.

“Of course, babe,” he assures. “We’ll make sure you look nice and hot for the date with Mr. Kim.”

“Thank you!” You squeal as you wrap your arms around your best friend. He hugs you back before you scurry out of the office and back to your cubicle, itching to reply to the message.

Jimin sighs as the door to his office closes behind you.

“Kook, please don’t tell me he’s going to break her heart. He’s asking her out to make himself feel better about this, isn’t he?”

Jungkook slips his hand into Jimin’s and squeezes.

“I’ll find out, baby.”

Jimin smiles and nods appreciatively at the boy, before leaning up and kissing him.

Jungkook smiles against his lips, and is determined to ensure the young HR specialist never hates him again, even if he has to go behind his hyung’s back to ensure his new boyfriend’s happiness.

Jungkook has one mission now, and that’s ensuring Namjoon takes you on the greatest date known to man.

He grills Jimin with questions about what you like over dinner one night. Jimin finds it endearing that Jungkook is so eager to rectify his mistakes, but he still can’t help but worry that Namjoon is doing this to save face—not because he actually likes you.

“So, what does she like doing?” Jungkook asks as he spins his pasta around his chopsticks idly.

Jimin smiles as he takes a bite of the ramen Jungkook has thoughtfully prepared for their stay-at-home date.

“I’ve told you already! She’s easy to figure out.” Jimin pats Jungkook’s hand gently. “She loves cooking and baking, working out, daydreaming about Namjoon.”

“Cooking, hm,” Jungkook looks thoughtful as he takes a bite. “I think Namjoon can work with that. I’ll let him know!”

Jimin tries to hide the anxiety brewing in his stomach. He’s had to plaster on a fake smile for you while you tried on different outfits, wondering which will be the one to finally convince Namjoon he is the one for you. It’s hard to fake it around his boyfriend, too—but something tugs in his stomach that flares the cynical side of him.

Namjoon went from not knowing of your existence, to watching you get publicly embarrassed in a matter of minutes. While Namjoon isn’t a terrible guy, Jimin knows he doesn’t like anything to tarnish the gentleman reputation he’s built in the office. And as much as Jimin likes him, and surely likes his friend Jungkook, he can’t help but feel skeptical.

Jungkook hurriedly pulls out his phone and types away, letting his elder friend know of what he’s found out. Jimin swallows his food, and his pride, and hopes to god his growing cynicism is wrong.

Friday comes slower than you’d like. You wake up every day during the week, one day closer, and your eagerness hits peak levels. Namjoon sees you in the hallways during the week and winks at you, hands shoved in his tight slacks that make you salivate.

He emails you again Thursday afternoon, confirming things and getting your address. You reply in nanoseconds, uncaring how overeager you come off.

By the time your alarm clock rings on Friday morning, you’ve already been awake for 4 hours.

All you can do is daydream about the date, the way his hand fits into yours, the warmth of his eyes when he smiles at you.

It’s what fuels you through work.

You hope to god the numbers you’re attempting to work during the day come out right, because your mind is elsewhere for more than most of the day. There isn’t enough coffee in the world, but also your body feels as if you’ve overdosed on caffeine already.

The clock eeks towards 5:00 pm and you’re bolting out the door at 4:56 to head home and get ready for your date.

Jimin attempts to meet you before you leave, but your desk is cold and empty by the time he gets there.

He sighs and heads back towards his office to gather his things, waving bye to various coworkers as they file out of the corporate building.

He turns the corner towards his office but stops in his tracks as he sees Namjoon’s back to him, phone pressed to his ear.

“Baby, I’ll come over later tonight, okay?” Namjoon speaks into the phone.

Jimin feels his heart fall into the pit of his stomach. He retreats and hides behind a wall, ear carefully peeled to listen to the tall man’s conversation.

“I’m going on this date with that chick from work,” he sighs. “It won’t last more than a few hours. Poor girl has a crush on me and you know the usual assholes won’t leave her alone.”

Jimin bites his lip and clenches his fist. Namjoon thinks he means well, but he knows his suspicions have been confirmed, and he’s torn inside. He wants to tell you, to warn you not to get too invested in the man, but he also has no interest in popping the bubble you’ve been in since the day he asked you out.

Jimin lets it simmer for now. He decides he’ll monitor Namjoon and cut things off if it appears the man strings you along for fun.

Namjoon finishes his phone call with a promise to see whoever is on the other end of the phone later that night, and Jimin quickly pulls out his phone and fakes a conversation with no one when he hears the man approach.

“Oh, Kookie,” Jimin giggles, leaning against the wall casually. “I can’t wait to see you tonight, either, babe.”

Namjoon walks towards Jimin and makes eye contact with the HR specialist.

“Bye, Kook! See you tonight, baby.” Jimin finishes up the fake phone call as Namjoon arrives next to him, and he plasters on his best fake smile.

“Congrats on you and Jungkook,” he speaks sincerely.

Jimin hates how nice he is, hates that he’s a nice guy who gets too wrapped up in his own good looks and reputation.

“Thanks, Namjoon,” Jimin smiles uneasily. “You too! Have fun on your date tonight.”

Namjoon’s face lights up and Jimin desperately wishes he could go back in time to 30 seconds ago, before he heard the conversation, and believe that Namjoon truly wanted to date you.

“Thanks, should be fun, huh?” He winks and nudges Jimin, before he waves a goodbye and continues out the door.

Jimin pulls his phone out of his pocket and dials the number of his boyfriend.

“Hey, baby. We’ve got a problem.”

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shurisneakers · 3 years

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harmless (viii)

Summary: Bucky volunteers to go stop a small time villain, but nothing can prepare him for what exactly he has to deal with. (Bucky x villain!reader, drabble series)

Warnings: cursing, protesting, frustrated bucky, dramatic reader, gamer (derogatory), smidge of angst

Word count: 3.5k

A/N: listen idk what goes on at construction site and im too sexy to research so we’re going with my version of the world. hello. how are we all doing?

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Previous Part || Series Masterlist

He doesn’t expect to see you on TV.

In jail maybe, for something scandalous and completely unnecessary, but not TV.

But there you are, a sign board waving around furiously in your hand, voice in protest against the demolition of the community centre. You’re flipping the board back and forth to alternate between the messages you’ve scrawled on the cardboard.

You were among a few protesting, but clearly the loudest.

He thinks that maybe he has the weekend off if you’re too busy fighting big corporations. He’d send his support even.

Until he zeroes in on the sign when it flips over, finally reading what it says.

You better get your ass here, sarge

And so he does.

Half the crowd had dipped by the time he arrived. You were there, still the loudest, but he couldn’t help but notice the lack of people as compared to an hour or two ago on TV. He supposed that justice could wait as long as it took to get lunch from the nearest café.

“I can’t stop you from protesting, y’know.” He’s a little wary of approaching your raging self.

“Oh, hey Barnes. You got my message.” You break away for a second to scream a bunch of obscenities at the gigantic glass building before turning to him. “You wouldn’t be able to.”

“What’s your dumb plan then?”

“First of all, it’s not dumb. It’s stupid. Put some respect on my technological genius.” You held up a finger. “Second of all, it’s not here.”

“Where is it?”

“At the construction site.” You point down the road. “Come on.”

Right along the way you stop to chant another slogan. He waves his arm around meekly in support. He did, after all, have to stand up for what was right, but if his publicist saw him here she’d have an aneurysm.

The construction site isn’t very far off. It’s adjacent to the community centre, which he assumes they’re going to tear down to make more space for whatever shitty commercial building was going to take its place.

There are already a few excavators and dozers there but no one to man them since it was lunch time. What garners his attention is the small silver plate that’s on the floor a few feet ahead in the direction you’re walking towards.

“Here.” You stop once it nears. “The plan.”

“Am I supposed to know what this is?” He lightly kicked at it, earning a smack on the arm from you.

“Stop that,” you scolded, “and look at it. It’s not hard to figure out.”

He narrows his eyes. There’s a small u-shaped piece of metal in the middle of the plate. “That’s a magnet.”

“Exactly.” You clapped your hands together in excitement. “The world’s strongest electromagnet.”

He looks around. The only possibly magnetic things are the cranes and excavators around him.

“You’re going to... stop the machines from moving ahead?” he hesitates in his deduction.

“Yep. Can’t tear anything down if they can’t get to it first.”

Bucky looks down.

“Does this thing even work?” He toes at it again. “It’s kinda small.”

“It works beautifully, stop kicking at it, you demon-”

“What happens if I step on it, huh?” He knows this would get on your nerves wonderfully. He raises his leg. “Do I get to go home for the day?”

“You’re such a little shit,” you whine, reaching for your back pocket. “Stop bullying my invention.”

“’m gonna squish it like a bug.” He’s only half kidding about that part. “I’m gonna-”

Before he can finish his sentence something yanks him down hard. His head nearly hits the ground before his right arm shoots out to break his fall.

"Woah there, don't go falling for me as yet.”

“What the fu-” he begins, eyes locking on his metal arm that was pressed flat against the earth.

“I told you it works,” you say smugly. “Try crushing it now, Barnes. If you can even get off the floor.”

He tugs his hand but it’s firmly attached to the thing. No matter how or where he’s applying the effort, his limb refuses to move. He’s stuck.

“Turn it off,” he sighs. “You made your point.”

“No. Stay there.”

“Y/N, shut up and turn this off,” he groans, trying to find a better position rather than chin down on the ground.

“Lay there and rot. You deserve it for underestimating me.” You huff.

“I wasn’t underestimating you, Jesus Christ.” He really was planning to just step on it, but he had complete faith that it worked.

When he doesn’t receive a reply, his gaze follows yours. Suddenly the crane looks a lot closer than it initially did. Awesome.

“Those are moving towards me.” He picks up on the low groan and creak of metal.

“Yeah, they are.” You nod, one hand on your hip, watching them.

He didn’t think that getting crushed under construction equipment would be how his day went.

“Not my problem,” you decide finally after a bout of silence.

Now that simply wouldn’t do.

Death was definitely a problem, but what was more important was that he was going to get a dust allergy from the mud. He could already feel the blocked nose and temperature incoming.

“Are you really going to waste this on me? Don’t you have a demolition to stop?” He manages to twist his body so that he’s lying on his back.

“Good point,” you squint into the distance at the whirring of the heavy machinery. Their owners wouldn’t be happy to find them missing from their original spot. “But I still can’t help you out.”

“You’re willing to sacrifice your-”

“I can’t help you out because I don’t have an off switch. Yet,” you add the last part in a hurry.

“Then when the fuck were you planning to build one?” He sits up, leaning on his elbow. The cranes weren’t a mini object on the horizon now; the closer they got, the faster they were starting to move towards him.

“I don’t know, after they agreed not to take down the building?”

He could just detach his arm and come back for it later he but had no guarantee that you would stop here for the day or that the vibranium could withstand all that pressure.

“You better make a switch right now and get me out of this, I don’t care how.”

“Yeah, yeah,” you grumbled, bending to assess how badly he was stuck. “You know, this thing runs really deep into the earth. It’d take forever to dig back up and then get you back to my lab and then build a switch.”

“How long?” He didn’t have a lot of time, clearly, but even generally he didn’t have the whole day to waste. He had a mission the next day. He had to put the fear of death into some Russians and bring some pirozhki back for Nat.

“I don’t know,” you furrowed your eyebrows. “Too long for my schedule anyway, I have class prep to do.”

“Motherfucke- that thing’s like twenty feet away.” He’s worried about how you don’t look fazed at all when he points at the stupid machine.

He’s about to volunteer to detach his arm when he realises it’s definitely less than twenty feet now. He had a backup just in case. It didn’t move as smoothly, but who could tell the difference when a couple of tons of pressure was aiming for your face, and hell, if he explained his circumstances of the destruction of his arm to T’Challa-

“Okay, fine.” You reach into your backpack to grab something that looked like a wrist watch. It matched the one already around your hand.

You reach over and clasp it around his hand before turning a dial on the side.

“You ready?” you ask, ignoring the large crane that was starting to charge towards you.

“For what?” he replies, looking down at it. He can barely hear you over the sound of the whining of machinery.

“Teleportation, baby.” You send him a big grin before slamming down on his watch.

“Huh-” His voice cuts off immediately.

If there’s anything that can be said about teleportation, it’s that he feels like every atom in his entire body violently splits to float around briefly before suddenly rejoining again.

The ground beneath him feels different, and it takes him a second to realise that he was on the floor of your lair.

“What the fu-”

“Hello,” your voice comes from above him.

“You can teleport.” It’s not difficult for him to look at you now without the sun in his face. His arm is still stuck to the magnet but since the giant rod it was attached to was no longer deep in the ground, he could lift the entire apparatus up relatively easily.

“What, like it’s hard?” You discarded your bag on the floor. “You good? Takes a while to get used to.”

He gives you a grunt in acknowledgement, shaking his arm to see if he had any luck. It didn’t budge.

“Come on, take a seat.” You gesture to a lab chair you’ve pulled up for him on the raised platform at the front of the room. He realises that this is the first time he’s properly seen what’s actually inside your lair.

There are various buttons that do God knows what, drawers and cabinets painted black, several computer screens and gigantic pillars of glass on either side of the set up that encapsulate some green bubbling liquid. There’s a giant television set up against the wall, divided into several screens.

“Whaddya think?” You do a small swoop of your arm to show off the place.

“Gamer,” he says simply, testing his luck.

“What did you just say to me?” you recoil instantly, disgust on your face.

“It’s a gamer set up.” He points a finger at the TV screen. He was told by Shuri to use it as an insult, but he wasn’t exactly sure why. It just felt appropriate.

“Take that back right now.” You raise a finger accusatorially at him.

“No.” He was sticking with it even though he had no idea what exactly the context was.

“Fuck your arm,” you announce, throwing your hands up in surrender.

“Fuck your demolition then,” he replies simply, getting up from his place on the chair to leave with the thing still attached to him.

He takes one step ahead before your voice rings out.

“Sit down, drama queen,” your voice calls from behind him. “God, you’re annoying.”

“You’re infuriating.”

“I’m the best part of your week,” you fire back, ”and also your only way out of this. Now sit down.”

He didn’t even need the second warning, he was already on the chair the first time around.

“I’m not going to build a switch to turn this off. It’d take too long,” you examine the piece of equipment with more gentleness than he was expecting, “I’m going to remove it instead. It’s gonna take a while, so you better get comfortable.”

“I’m not.”

“That’s so sad,” you say without any indication of wanting to help.

He rolls his eyes.

You pull up next to him, welding glasses covering your face and the tool in your hand.

He turns away when you start, making sure his face is not directly within its trajectory.

He makes himself busy by looking around some more. There are details you’ve put into the place, materials that are non-flammable made up most of the architecture. It’s dramatic, sure, but somehow the designs and colours seemed to go together. It did look sinister, he’d give you props for that.

The space was quite big. It occurs to him only then that that’s how you manage to sneak up on him so often in the past. Everything clicked. Fucking teleportation.

“So,” your voice was raised to speak over the noise. “How’s it going?”

He decidedly doesn’t answer. His position is more than enough.

“Right.” You clear your throat.

He takes to counting the tiles on the floor, figuring out how many were there from the raised platform to the wall of the entrance.

“Not how you imagined your day to go, huh?” you continued despite his lack of response. “But some might say it’s a privilege to be spending the day with a cool, mad scie-”

“Are you going to keep talking?” he interrupts, losing his count on the floor.

“Yeah, duh,” you say like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “You got anything better to do?”

He didn’t.

“What’s it like living with a bunch of superheroes?” You change course. He’s not sure if he’s really allowed to disclose top secret information. “I assume there’s a lot of protein shakes, talcum powder for the chafing-”

Then again, how much damage could you do by knowing that Steve preferred pancakes over waffles?

“It’s quiet,” he says. “Most of the time.”

“Save all your smart talking for the battlefield, huh?”

He doesn’t reply. It’s quiet around the Tower. A lot of their energy goes towards missions and recuperating once they’re back.

“You go on missions a lot?”

“I can’t tell you that.”

“Boo, you whore,” you say with mock disappointment.

He got that reference.

“What’s your favourite food then?”

He scrunches his eyebrows.

“What?” The welding stops for a second while you look at him. “Don’t tell me that’s classified too.”

It’s not, he’s just never thought about it.

“I don’t know,” he murmurs, “Pasta?”

“Vague, but I’ll take it.”

He used to boil a lot of pasta, from what he could remember of his days in hiding. Cheap and bought in bulk before he saved up enough to buy things like fruits. A lot of the times the amount of sauce he had access to was enough for maybe seasoning, not a whole component on its own.

It’s one of the perks of being a free man in the 21st century he thinks, a steaming bowl of fettuccini drenched in sauce and garlic bread on the side.

“What do you do in your downtime?”

“Nothing.” Well, he considers it to be a pass time and doing nothing is a full time gig. It takes effort to do nothing. He even has days dedicated to doing nothing, as suggested to him by his therapist.

“Really?” You sound a little surprised, although it’s hard to make out when you’re already speaking a lot louder than usual. “No shining your penny collection? No software update for this thing?” You tap at his arm.

There really isn’t anything. Truth be told, he thinks he’s the most boring guy in the Tower. He sticks to himself, has a few succulents that he adores and occasionally watches trashy television. So then why are you so interested in him?

“You’re obsessed with me,” he says pointedly. “Why?”

You give a short laugh. “I think it’s the blue eyes, sarge, they’re really popping today. Gotta say, I’m loving this colour on you. Is it different from the black you wore last week? And from the one from the week before that?”

He looks down at his dark t-shirt and utility pants. He had other clothes but those were reserved for things that were not this.

“Or maybe it’s the grumpiness, I don’t know. I love it when someone shows absolutely no interest in me. Very sexy of you.” Oh jeez, you were going to continue. “Hell, maybe it’s the thighs-”

“Okay,” he interjects, feeling the need to count the tiles more than ever. He equates the heat in his neck from the welding going on beside him.

The loudness of your laughter is clearer than the sound of metal on metal when you tug a large piece of the invention off. Things were moving fast. He could get back home to his Star Trek marathon and forget this day ever happened.

“You know, you’re more interesting than you think,” you pipe up casually.

He doesn’t expect this and therefore he supposes he can’t stop the curiosity from enveloping his face. He hasn’t told you anything about himself, so then the inference you reached came out of nowhere.

Apparently, you take notice of the confusion on his face, even though he can’t see through the giant welding mask, because you let out a chuckle.

“Oh, come on, really? You have no idea?” you ask lightly, pausing to see if he offers anything other than silence. “You’ve come back almost every week even though you know it’s a waste of your time, you always keep your promises and I know for a fact that if you wanted to stop me once and for all, you could have. But you’re not.”

He doesn’t realise you’ve stopped welding until you start again. Good, it gives him an excuse not to have to look at you after that.

Frankly, he’s a little stunned.

You’re not looking at him, he can tell from his peripheral vision. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you have a small crush on me.”

At that, he’s forced to roll his eyes out of instinct. Thankfully you do know better.

A few screws out later, another piece comes out. You inform him that’s it’s going to get trickier from there since the circuit was a little more intricate, a lot more time than the original few pieces. He can see his Star Trek marathon fade away in the distance.

You ask him a few more questions. Some he answers with silence, others maybe a tidbit here and there.

“How’s dating now compared to the forties?”

“Strange.” He purses his lips in thought. “One guy asked for a gym date. Didn’t know that was a thing.”

“How’d that turn out?” you laugh.

“He didn’t ask for a second one.” His Bumble matches with girls somehow had gone down since he cut his hair, but he’s not too bothered. Not like there was a huge shortage.

He likes cats, thinks the worst merchandise that they make is the stupid baseball card with his face on it, and doesn’t have social media for the sake of his sanity. He’s seen the thirst tweets.

Clearly, he’s revealed his deepest, darkest secrets. Utterly classified material. But he doesn’t know anything about you other than your name, number, address, where you teach, what your hobby is-

“You, uh-” he hesitates, “You got a favourite food?”

Your hands hold still to hover above what they’re working on. You fight back a smile. “Sure do.”

He asks a few more questions. Shuts up when he feels his social battery drain. That’s enough for the next month, he thinks.

The sun’s dipped down beyond the horizon by the time majority of the work is completed. Both of you have taken a few breaks to fight the feeling of stiffness that was creeping into your joints.

You scoff and tell him you’re not planning to poison him when he denies the offer of a soda. He doesn’t deter in his decision.

“How much to go?” He has a mission tomorrow that he’d really like to get some sleep in before. Waking up at 3am to get ready was the worst part of the job.

“Basically done.” You roll your chair back, rotating your shoulder and stretching your fingers. “There’s just this little part that I can’t access from this angle. How good are you at hanging upside down like a bat?”

Fuck it, he sighs to himself, it was almost finished anyway.

Bucky stands up, tilting his neck to the side slightly before pulling at a small latch under his arm, one so tiny that you’d never make out was even there unless you knew it existed. The arm releases from his shoulder with a small click.

He offers it to you, a piece of your magnet still attached to it.

Your eyes are slightly wide. He raises his eyebrows.

You don’t say anything, just accept it and flip it to a position you were comfortable with. It takes only a minute or two for the sound of the last piece hitting the floor to reverberate through the hall.

You give a small cheer. He lets out a tiny exhale in equal parts fatigue and relief.

“So,” you drawl, handing his arm back to him, “you could have just done that the whole time.”

He doesn’t reply, just slides it back onto his shoulder.

“You had the option of leaving your arm here and coming back later to get it.”

He gives it a few shakes, opens and clenches his fist shut a few times to make sure everything is working.

“You wanted to talk to me.”

He gives you a deadpan look. “I was distracting you.”

“Bullshit,” you laugh.

“Believe what you must.” He shrugs, turning around. “My job here is done regardless.”

“Oh, I believe alright,” you call out from behind him as he walks towards the entrance of your lair. “I believe you’re a sneaky bastard, Bucky Barnes.”

He doesn’t stop himself from smiling at the overdramatic gasp you give when he flips you a middle finger. From the metal arm, too.

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katsukikiss · 3 years

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FAKE DATE

SHOTO x F!READER // COLLEGE AU // CHARACTERS ARE AGED UP // MINORS DNI

WARNINGS: NSFW 18+ obviously, general smut nothing crazy, unprotected sex, semi-public?

You and Bakugo broke up not too long ago, so you try to get back at him in a way that’ll hurt…

AN: I just whipped this up and have NOT proofread whatsoever so be kind pls. I’ve been afk working on a large Kiri fic so im sorry about being unactive :( send me requests tho! Im tryna come back with a regular posting schedule

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Masterlist

“Thank you for doing this Shoto!! Your the bestest friend ever you have no idea!” you squealed, hugging his arm tightly. He had just agreed to take you to the spring formal as his ‘date’. He wasn’t extremely supportive of going together for the sole purpose of making Bakugo jealous, but he just couldn’t say no to your adorable begging over the last few days.

“Yeah no problem y/n, I hope it works out” he mumbles, his face looking distraught for a moment before returning to an expressionless gaze.

“Pick me up at 7 okay half n half?” you said, releasing your grip on his arm. He nodded with a little smile and you were off to get ready. You and Bakugo had a bitter separation not too long ago and you were determined to get back at him. Shoto was a lifelong friend of yours so he didn’t take offense to your idea of using him as a pawn, he just thought it was a bit childish but went along with it nevertheless.

“I suggest you hurry, were going to be late!” Shoto yelled, leaning against the door of his car. You had to run back inside to grab your lip gloss, you wanted to be prepared to reapply as necessary.

“IM COMING!” you wailed back. The uneven pavement had you struggling to run but Shoto was quick to rescue you, offering you and arm to hold onto as you both ran back to the car. He proceeded to open the door for you.

“Always been such a gentlemen” you cooed, quickly tapping a finger onto his nose before getting comfortable in the passenger seat. You did that to him a lot, and It drove him crazy every single time. It was your own little way of showing him affection, showing him that you cared. He walked back around the car and got into the drivers seat.

Before entering, you went over a little game plan with your date. You had wanted to really get a rise out of Bakugo tonight, so nothing was off limits, touching, dancing, flirting, even kissing, which Shoto instantly shut down. As long as they kept things realistic, there was no way they’d be caught.

You and Shoto just barely arrived on time, walking in through the double doors holding hands. You both coordinated your outfits so you two looked like a match made in heaven. You couldn’t lie to yourself, Shoto looked enticing all dressed up like that. Suddenly, your hands began to feel very warm…too warm; Shoto was nervous.

“Hey Sho, youre kind of burning me”

“Oh dear god, I’m so sorry let me just-” he tries to pull his hand from yours but you only squeeze tighter.

“Just cool down, you look amazing, and you are NOT letting go of my hand right now” you whispered, trying to reassure him. He only nodded, trying to focus on turning down the heat in his body, but your little compliment made it hard for him to relax. You both made your way to a table that had some familiar faces like Izuku and Ochako; and the table directly across the open floor was Bakugos and the rest of his friends. You all talked and drank and ate, but you kept glancing over, only to see Bakugo avoiding your direction completely. You felt a hand grab onto your thigh and squeeze gently, causing you to jump a bit.

“Y/n, can we, just enjoy our night together? I don’t like to see you all worked up” Shoto admitted. He seemed much more relaxed than before, but there was a hint of anger in his voice. Of course he was concerned about you and your feelings, but the way Bakugo had treated you and continues to make you feel is something that ignites rage within him. You placed your hand on top of his and looked back up at him.

“I’m sorry Sho, you’re right, want to go dance?” you suggested. He wasn’t really the dancing type but he couldn’t pass up on the offer to hold you close. He stood up first and outstretched a hand to you. You gracefully held onto it and allowed yourself to be pulled out of your seat. You signal for the rest of your table to join you guys, hoping that might ease both you and Shoto’s nerves. You two made your way onto the dance floor, a somber acoustic song began playing. You wrapped your arms over his shoulder and behind his neck, his hands sat on your waist just above your hips. You began to confidently sway and step side to side with one another. You laid your head on his chest, getting lost in the moment with him. His heart was beating a million miles a second, he was desperately trying to contain the rising warmth he was feeling.

“You look incredible tonight y/n, I hope you know that, even if this stupid plan didnt work” he mumbled. You felt a bit defeated, but having Shoto by your side the entire night helped you feel a lot better.

“Thank you Sho, I actually wanted to tell you th-“

“I think its my turn icyhot, thanks for holding my place” Bakugo growled, grabbing your arm and turning you to face him. You looked back at Shoto, his mouth was slightly agape, his eyes wide. He looked angry and stepped to reach for you but you cut him off.

“I’ll tell you what I wanted to say later, I promise” you said, turning back to face Bakugo. Shoto’s face went blank before turning and walking away. Bakugos hands were gripping your sides with ferocity.

“What do you want?” you muttered in a low voice, trying to keep your conversation private while dancing.

“Oh nothing, just wanted to see how my girl was doing” he said with a cocky grin. Anger started rising in your chest.

“Not your girl dumbass, and im doing just fine thanks for asking” you retorted, still swaying side to side.

“So you and Todoroki huh? You really are a slut arent you?” he scoffed at you. You shoved him away from you, tears forming in your eyes. He stood back and looked at you with a devilish smile. You scanned the room for Shoto but he was nowhere to be found.

“Go fuck yourself Katsuki” you stuttered out, before pushing your way past him and running into the bathroom. You locked the door behind yourself and leaned against the wall before sliding down onto the ground. You sat there for a moment, you had only ever been with Bakugo, but to hear him call you a slut was a slap in the face. There was no way you could forgive him now, he wasnt who he used to be anymore. You wiped your tears and made your way to the mirror to fix your face up a bit. Then you heard a knock.

“Um occupied?” you called out.

“Y/n open the door” Shoto spoke. You shuffled over to the door and unlocked it and before you could speak he had you in his arms, stepping into the bathroom with you. He shut and locked the door behind himself.

“Sho I’m sorry, I-I just wanted to see what he had to say, I shouldn’t have left you like that..” you said, your voice trembling.

“Its okay, I understand” he reassured you. He was always so rational and compassionate, two things you really needed. He held onto your arms and pulled away from you, looking up and down.

“You still look amazing y/n” he cooed. You blushed a bit before speaking.

“Thank you…I wish I felt amazing though” you whispered, looking down at your feet.

“You know I can help you with that…” he stated plainly. Your head cocked back up to look at him. His gaze was intense, he was being serious. You opened your mouth to speak but his lips were already on yours, shutting you up, and you weren’t going to object. He kept kissing you while walking you back into the sink counter. He easily lifted you up and placed your thighs onto the cold marble. Your short dress allowed him to spread you open so he could stand close. The kissing got ferocious, you both needed more right now. He moved down to your neck and began sucking all over it. You let out little cries feeling his wet tongue snake all around your tender skin. A cold hand was sneaking under your short dress and wet panties to touch your folds.

“Is this okay?” he asked you. You moaned under the feeling of his icy fingers toying with your clit.

“Y-yess its more than okay” you stuttered back. Your confirmation made him speed up, his fingers moving at an inhuman speed. Your legs shook violently as you reached your climax, gushing all over your legs and his fingers. You let out a few deep breaths before placing a hand on his belt and tugging on it.

“More please” you begged, looking up into his heterochrome eyes. That look you gave him, combined with your sweet begging drove him wild.

“Anything for you princess” he groaned. He swiftly undid his belt, allowing his pants to fall to the floor and pressed a kiss onto your lips again while fisting himself. Your tongues mingled with passion, exchanging saliva with one another creating a wet sloppy mess. He moved his hips closer to you now, his cock pressed firmly against your needy cunt. He pulled his lips from yours and looked you in the eyes as he slowly pushed himself into you. He watched your face twist and contort with pleasure as he bottomed out inside you. He grabbed you by the neck with two hands, pushing your head back to lean into the mirror as he began his assault on your cunt. He wanted to see every little face you made while he pounded into you.

“Tell me, tell everyone who’s making you feel this good” he muttered.

“Fuck Shoto ahh y-you are” you cried. Your mind was running wild at the sensation of his cock stretching your walls.

“Louder, I said tell everyone” he demanded, thrusting into you even harder. One hand left your neck and began to savagely attack your sensitive clit.

“SHOTO YOU’RE MAKING ME FEEL SO F-FUCKING GOOD” you screamed, the stimulation of his hand on your clit and his cock in your cunt made all coherent thoughts leave your body; You didn’t care who heard you at this point. A satisfied smile creeped over his face.

“Thats better baby, now cum for me” he insisted. You had barely come down from your first high and the next one was already so close. Both of your moans were filling the the tiled bathroom, along with the slaps of his balls against your bare ass. You let out long and loud cries as you came undone for him again.

“AHH fuck god dammit!” you howled out. Your hands clutched onto his shoulders with all your strength as your entire body convulsed with the waves of ecstasy washing over you.

“Good fucking girl” he bucked his hips into you quicker now, chasing his own high. “I don’t wanna see you crying over him ever again” he groaned while still pounding into you. Pleasured tears started to form in your eyes from the sensation, from his voice, from the moment.

“Now those are the tears I like to see” he gruffed. He placed both his hands on your face, thinbing away the little streams falling down your cheeks. His relentless thrusts started to let up as his cock twitched inside you, spewing his hot white liquid all over your plush walls. He leaned over on top of you, letting out deep breaths and sighs. He pulled himself slowly out of you, causing a small mewl to escape your lips. He pulled his pants back on and stood between your dripping legs that were still spread open on the countertop. You wrapped your arms around him and he pulled you close into his chest. He placed a hand on top of your head and pat.

“How are you feeling now?” he asked smiling. You removed your head and looked up at him.

“M-much better…I kind of want to ditch this party now though” you whined. Any thoughts you had of Bakugo were gone and all you wanted to do was be with your ‘fake date’ for real.

“Say no more, does my place sound okay?” he asked with hopeful eyes. You nodded and jumped off the counter, pulling your dress down. Part of you felt embarrassed for what just transpired in the bathroom how loud you two must’ve been, but you felt okay knowing Shoto was by your side, holding your hand. He unlocked the door and led the two of you out. Kirishima and Kaminari were passing by and gave you two funny looks.

“I hope you got what you wanted y/n, Bakugo left and hes prettyyyy pissed” Kirishima spoke. You looked up at Shoto who had his same stoic expression on his face. You looked back at the two boys and smiled before speaking.

“I got something a lot better actually” you retorted, holding tightly onto your dates arm as you turned to exit. Both the boys had a dumbfounded look on their face, and Shoto’s face was dusted with pink at your response. You walked out arm in arm, making your way to the exit to to back to his house.

#bnha smut #mha smut #my hero academia #shoto todoroki #shoto x reader #shoto fluff #shoto x you #bakugou katsuki #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugou x reader

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dainty-fingertips · 3 years

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hail 2 u! ||polnareff x fem! reader

HEY HI so im just kinda dumping stuff from google docs onto here to kind of establish myself so anyway heres my french bb wjhged;; also minor spoilers if you haven’t finished stardust crusaders!!

word count: 2449

summary: you and polnareff were teamed by dio himself and saved by jotaro in hong kong. polnareff is hit with a wave of guilt as you and the crusaders reach what joseph has said to be avdol’s father’s island. you follow him out onto the beach to try and comfort him, and while it seems to work, the enemy stand hiding nearby inside an old middle-eastern kerosene lamp has no intention of giving you both time alone. that is, until the frenchman makes a certain wish.

trigger warnings: none :)

He sat down on the chopped stump of a palm tree, his head in the palm of his hand. She had followed after him when he walked away, she knew he wouldn’t stop blaming himself for the death of Avdol. She approached him from behind with a worried look on her face. “Polnareff…” She said, softly. He turned around. “Oh, [y,n].” He said. “What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be with Mr Joestar and the others?” She stayed silent. She calmly walked toward the Frenchman and rested on a large rock to his right. “I couldn’t just let you go on your own.” She muttered, her face growing warm. “You know what happens when you’re left by yourself, anyway.” She smiled somberly, trying to lighten the mood.

He chuckled dryly. “Yeah, yeah.” He turned toward her a bit. Thankfully her weak attempt at humor had worked, as his expression seemed less dull. The wind picked up a bit, causing the afternoon sun to beam down a bit more harshly on the beach. He turned his head, and she followed suit. He squinted his eyes. “Hey, is that…?” She tilted her head. “It looks like…” He stood up and approached the shiny object, a dull gold hue peppering through a barnacle clad shell. She raised herself off of the rock and took a few steps forward, glancing around his side. “It’s pretty.” He said, his eyebrows raised.

He picked it up and examined it. “I wonder if it came from a shipwreck. Look at all of those barnacles.” She added, moving around and picking at it with her fingernails. “Hey, hey! Careful! You might scratch the gold underneath!” He said, holding it above his head and significantly out of her reach. “H-Hey! No fair, Pol!” She cried with furrowed eyebrows. He laughed at her futile attempts. “Yeah, right!” The two of them went through a solid minute of teasing, insulting, jumping, and punching (Three of those four were brought upon by [y,n], that is), it seemed that the strange object had been rubbing around in his hand quite a bit.

A sudden burst of blinding light beamed out through what was left of the barnacles and caused Polnareff and [y,n] both to panic, and him to drop it. They both stepped back, [y,n] opposite to him. An odd smoke rose out of the tip of what was now seen to be a kerosene lamp of sorts; similar to the one from Aladdin. Though, the smoke disappeared just as quickly as it had come, causing the two of them to look around confused. The light and smoke both were gone, but the lamp remained. Polnareff sighed after a moment. “Man! That was weird. Must’ve been pressurized air from inside.” He said, a hand on his forehead. [y,n] nodded looking to the left. “Would’ve been cooler if there were a genie, but, you’re right. Probably just gas.”

When she looked back, however, she panicked and pointed behind him. “P-Polnareff, look out! A Stand!” He jumped, his eyes widening. He took long strides toward her and whipped his head around. “What the hell?!” A peculiar looking Stand, one which appeared to be more industrial than some of the previous that the group had encountered. “Three wishes!” The Stand called, holding up an arm-like appendage; though it had only three fingers on each hand. “I will grant you three wishes! Whatever you wish is my command, master!” The Stand was gigantic, standing a solid 10 feet tall. “My name is Cameo. Thank you for letting me out of my lamp.” [y,n] glanced around, sweat sliding down her cheek. “Uhh, n-no problem.”

Though, it didn’t seem that Polnareff was ready to initiate conversation with the entity. “Another Stand user! [y,n], back me up!” She looked at him and nodded her head. Blossom Samurai and Silver Chariot, both sword wielding Stands, got into a sort of formation, with Samurai behind Chariot. They battered Cameo with their swords, but they barely did any damage. Chariots rapier was too weak, and Blossom’s attacks were only a mere second too slow causing Cameo to dodge with ease. “Son of a…” Breathed them both in unison. “You’re pretty strong!” Said Polnareff. “Your user must be close. Where is he?” Cameo crossed its arms. “Again, I’m here only to grant wishes. Do you want your first wish to be a lame one like that?” He groaned.

Polnareff granted. “Yeah, yeah, what is it with you and wishes, huh? Are you saying you can make me rich right now?” Cameo’s voice was unwavering. “Is that your first wish?” Polnareff relaxed a small bit, but was still on edge. “You know what? Sure, dumbo. Let’s see you put your money where your mouth is.” Cameo’s arms uncrossed. [y,n] squinted. “Fine, then. Your wish shall be granted.” The two of them raised their eyebrows. “Huh?” Mumbled [y,n]. Cameo put its arms in an odd position, like a puppeteer would do, and raised its voice. “Hail 2 U!”

It immediately disappeared, causing them to blink a few times and watch the leftover smoke dissipate. Polnareff reached down and pulled the half buried lamp from the sand. Night had nearly fallen by now, but it was still visible. “What was all that about?” Polnareff asked in a confused tone. He sighed. “So…” she muttered. “What was that thing? Was it a Stand, or wasn’t it?” He shrugged. “If it is, what a weird Stand to send after someone.” He noted with a chuckle. She nodded her head. Damn these Stand users; she just wanted a chance to be with Polnareff. She excused the thought from her head with a bite of her lip. “Do you think maybe it’s got something to do with Avdol’s dad?” He shrugged his shoulders, the sunlight caressing his face in a way that would make anyone melt.

Her face got hot again. This stupid Frenchman has no idea what he’s doing, sending soft gazes her way. Every time he laughed, she felt like melting butter. She couldn’t help but look away from him with a coy grin. Polnareff chuckled. “Hey, what’s that look for? Come on, you don’t have to force yourself to look away. I know you think I’m hot.” He teased nonchalantly. She rolled her eyes and laughed. “Hah! As if, stupid.” She sent him a playful grin and stuck her tongue out. She was really hoping he didn’t actually know.

It was then in that moment, both of them smiling goofily at each other, that a noise was heard. “Hey, what was that?” He asked, turning around. “Sounded like metal.” She said, walking in the direction of the noise. It was near; maybe just in the grass 6 feet away. Polnareff followed suit, and lo and behold. “W-Whoa!” She cried, leaning in. “No way!” He yelled afterward. The two of them crowded around what appeared to be a half buried chest of doubloons, jewelry, and bejeweled goldware. “T-That’s real buried treasure!” He called, scooping a few coins out. “But how?” She asked, tuning her fingers through it. “Hell if I know! But this is all mine!” He laughed chaotically.

“You little—! I helped you find this, I get half! 50/50!” He snorted. “As if, stupid!” He retorted, mocking her previous statement. “Ooooh, I’m gonna kick your--!” Directly before she went for his money, Cameo’s booming voice echoed from above. “Now, what is your second wish? I shall grant it.” The two of them shot their gazes up to the Stand. Polnareff freaked and dropped the coins, to which [y,n] then picked up and stuffed in her pocket. “Y-You! Why are you doing this?! Whatever you have up your sleeve, I’m not falling for it!” He yelled up at the genie, perched in a palm tree. “I am keeping the gold though.” He added shortly after.

Cameo stayed silent for a moment. The only sound that could be heard was the wind blowing and the ocean rocking. “Is the answer to that question your second wish? As thanks for my freedom, I’ll give you anything, including such a stupid answer.” [y,n] huffed and nudged Polnareff. He looked down at her and his expression softened. “F-Fine, then.” He closed his eyes and sighed. “I want to be a comic artist!” He exclaimed. The answer threw [y,n] for a loop completely. A comic artist? She had never known he was interested in art. In fact, the only interest he’d shown was when he’d watch her draw.

“I’ve always wanted to be one! And not just some starving artist, either! I want to be more popular than Walt Disney!” She furrowed her eyebrows with a stunned expression. “Huh?” She whispered. “Pol, I don’t think—“ he cut her off. “I want to create Polnareff Land!” He stood with his arms out in a comically dramatic stance, [y,n] in a stunned (and slightly embarrassed) silence at his side. “... Is this your wish?” Polnareff lowered his arms. “Actually, no, wait,” Oh thank God. She wiped metaphorical sweat from her forehead. Maybe he’d think of something more rational.

“I want a girlfriend!”

The phrase made her freeze in place. Her eyes were wide and her throat closed. He wanted a girlfriend, did he? He really must have just thought of her as a friend, then. She kept her mouth shut and kept her eyes on Cameo. What was she supposed to say to that? The words echoed in her mind. She wanted to love him like that so badly, but Polnareff seemed to feel otherwise. “Love is better than money or fame.” He said with a grin. At least he was sincere about that, she could tell. “She’s got to be really cute. I want a girl who’s my perfect match! Our pinkies entwined with the red string of love!” He held up his right pinkie finger for emphasis.

Polnareff had never made her feel so conflicted before. Her insecurities began to softly gnaw at her. Was she not cute enough? She felt like they were perfect for each other. She’d liked him since Hong Kong. Was this really happening? She simply kept her gaze on Cameo. She stared at it. What was it going to do? She thought genies couldn’t make people fall in love. “You want me to find the perfect match for you?” It asked him. “Yeah! Try that, bastard!” Cameo sat still for a moment. As she was staring, she noticed it turn its head slightly in her direction. It was looking at her.

She inhaled sharply. What was it doing? Cameo was completely silent for several seconds until it finally decided to pipe up. “Very well.” It turned its head back to Polnareff slowly. “Hail 2 U!” The Stand once again dissolved into smoke. Polnareff looked at his finger expectantly, and sure enough, there it was. She saw it too. The red string of fate. He grinned. “Oh, wow! I finally get to have my perfect girl!” He beamed. She stayed silent. He looked down at her curiously. “Hey, you okay? You’d usually have made fun of me or something by now.” She looked ahead and nodded. “Yeah! Yeah, I’m good. I’m happy for you, man.” Though she never once looked at him. Polnareff sighed. “Thanks, I’m glad too! Let’s see, where does it lead?” He held the string and noticed it went to his right. He looked in growing surprise to see [y,n] standing there, staring into the ocean with the most flat look he’d seen her sport, and a growing lump in her throat. Was she about to cry?

He wasn’t really sure what prompted him to do it. What made him want to look down first before pressing her on how she felt. Though he was sure glad he did; in fact, it was arguably the best decision he made during that 50 day trip. If he hadn’t taken a mere half second to glance down below her waist, Polnareff wouldn’t have caught the crimson string tied around her finger until a much later, possibly much more awkward time during their interaction. He felt his heart swell inside of his chest, sheer ecstasy causing blood to rush to his cheeks and make his face burn as if he himself were a bonfire of sheer emotion.

“H-Hey…” he began, reaching out with a shaky left hand. “Hm?” She looked over. She hoped the darkness of night would hide the tear that had dropped from her right eye and down her cheek. “[y,n], you, uh… your hand.” She slowly held up her left hand and stared in shock at the string around her pinkie. “That’s— that’s the-“ she quickly turned to look at his hand. Sure enough, the two were bound. Polnareff soon grew a stupid grin. “Well, well. Look at that.” The utter euphoria she experienced in that moment went unmatched with anything else she’d ever felt. “We-“ she choked back another sob as more tears fell. She covered her mouth and shut her eyes.

Polnareff freaked out. “H-Hey!! You okay? [y,n], c’mon! I’m not that bad!” He joked. “You idiot!” She called, throwing her arms around him. “You scared me!” She heaved into his shoulder. “I thought- I thought you didn’t—“ she shakily said. He chuckled. “Hey, hey! Calm down! If you’re wondering if I didn’t like you, you’re not just wrong. You’re stupid.” He grinned softly. She giggled like a little kid on Christmas. “I was so afraid when you said you wanted a girlfriend.” She said, pulling away. Polnareff put his arms around her waist.

“I thought I wasn’t good enough.” She laughed awkwardly. “I only said it because I thought you didn’t like me.” She noticed a glimmer in Polnareff’s eye; he was crying too. “O-Oh, Pol, you-“ before she could say another word he pressed his full lips against hers in a brief kiss. “Shut up.” He laughed, tears smeared on her face. She snorted and wiped his cheek. “I’ve liked you for so long. Ever since Hong Kong.” He scoffed playfully. “Ever since Dio paired us, you little snail. Did you just ignore all my little attempts to go on dates with you?” She giggled. “I didn’t wanna take it the wrong way. You never actually asked, idiot.”

“Well, how about this.” He cleared his throat and laughed again. “Do you want to go on a date with me?” She nodded with a dumb grin. “Yes, yes, of course, dumbass.” She leaned up for a kiss and he returned the gesture. “Let’s beat the hell outta this guy and regroup, okay?” He smiled. “My pleasure.”

#jojo's bizarre adventure #jjba x reader #jjba sdc #stardust crusaders #jean pierre polnareff #polnareff jojo #jean pierre polnareff x reader #polnareff x reader #jjba part three #jotaro kujo #muhammed avdol #joseph joestar #noriaki kakyoin #iggy jjba #jjba fanfic #this is old but idc #i think its cute so HAH #x reader #anime x reader

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dreamsmp-au-ideas · 3 years

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Eyo its glass au guy, the au where glass physics just doesnt apply to our birdbois, here to add to this literal fucking crack au because dear fuck i might run on angst alone but mAN WE ALL NEED A BREAK SOMETIMES

Anyways, have you ever noticed that technoblades windows are just trapdoors with holes? wELL--

I like to imagine that literally the only reason Technoblade found out about Philza's... condition, was wAAAAAAAAY back then, back when they were just two dudes that dont die and were just chillin. Techno was just probably out and about, hunting deer, drinking blood, staying at villages and deciding whether or not to slaughter everyone when he leaves, you know regular Technoblade stuff.

When he discovers the invention of glass. (Yes im making both of them that old and no you cannot stop me)

Techno's pretty fascinated by the art of glass making and ends up staying at the village a little longer than Philza and him expected and even ended up not slaughtering them.

He actually stayed so long in the village in fact, that Philza's wanderlust got the better of him and he kinda just-- left techno. Not without saying goodbye tho.

So now, philza's exploring the world while techno is mastering the art of glass making. The reason techno was so interested in the first place was because he saw the combat potential and the living improvement it could bring. And if the history books say something abt a pink haired pig hybrid helping a potion maker invent the splash potion well, technos not gonna say anything.

And as the years went by, techno proceeded to make hundreds, if not, thousands of glass creations from sculptures to weapons to containers and anything he could think of really. But those years of glass blowing and fire fanning really did a number on him. So much so that while taking a break in the middle of his creations, he drank a health pot to fix the itch in his lungs.

He coughs a little, waving away the smoke of the fire. Man, the wood he got today was smokier than usual huh? It never got so thick he couldn't see across the room but itll be fine, he knows where everything is anyways.

He finishes his latest project and airs out the room, to try and get rid of the smoke blocking his vision. But why is everything still so blurry? So he goes outside to get some fresh air.

And now he's fuckin worried because he pretty fuckin sure he didnt set the village on fire enough to cause such a crazy amount of smoke to block his vision. Because oh god, he cant see shit anymore.

So he panics. He pours a pot each to both his eyes and it got a little better because now he can see things a few meters away from him kind of okay but his eyes are still fucked up. Chat is still screaming and Techno, caught up in the panic and emotions of trying to deal with all this bullshit, tries to calm himself down by breaking his defective products. Now at least chat is a little satiated.

Philza, having visited his longtime and only friend, hears the sound of something shattering. It sounded like a clay pot but higher pitched for some reason. So he rushes to Techno, holding seemingly nothing but his hands covered in deep cuts.

Techno meanwhile, has finally calmed down and started to clean up and pick up all the shattered remains of his glass objects. And as he picks them up, he squints at them a little, trying in vain to see if his eyes are salvageable. But with each shard, that hope slowly dims and finally he accepts his handicap. Until the last few shards. Because one of them broke into a really large piece and for some reason, he... can kind of see through it??? Huh, maybe his defect pile wasnt as defective as he thought.

Philza comes back to him with a towel and a health pot (he puts them in clay containers shoosh he dont know glass exists okay) and asks whats wrong. Techno raises his head to reply when he realizes "oh sHIT PHILZA YOURE SITTING ON GLASS WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU OKAY"

And philza, the old bird man he is just kinda goes "huh??? Wat???? Glass???????" And Techno just kinda blindly pockets the glass he was looking at and pulls out a glass health pot of his own to tend to Philza's "wounds".

Philza kinda just stares because holy SHIT IS TECHNO A FUCKING POTION BENDER WHAT THE FUCK. Philza kinda just dazedly grabs the floating health mixture and his hands just pass through the liquid and his fingers are coated in potion.

And techno also staring because holy SHIT IS PHILZA A FUCKING GLASS BENDER CMON I SPENT LIKE-- 2 CENTURIES MASTERING THIS STUPID THING AND APPARENTLY PHILZA CAN JUST DO WHATEVER WITH IT WHAT THE FUCK.

And now they're just vibin on the floor with their heads blown. Oh yeah, techno invents eye glasses. The first two he makes are for himself and phil because "phil, do you not see the glass? You are literally just sitting on a pile of shards."

The glasses fitting was also kind of a train wreck since techno made rimless glasses and the glass just-- went straight through philzas eyes and shattered on the floor. When philza brings it up, techno vehemently denies screaming like an 8 year old and being torn in two because he didnt know whether or not he should worry over phil first or the thing he made for him.

Damn dis long. Lol oops

Pfft. Oh my god. This is hilarious. Absolutely hilarious. Just the both of them being confused with each other and oh my god.

#dream smp #dream smp au #glass au #philza #ph1lza #technoblade #ask #the-2nd-random-kid

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damerondala · 3 years

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🍒 Okay tub time with Kix? 😗👌🏻 Exquisite. So good. Where do i find such a caring man ugh and a clean bathtub chores suck

New Cherry Thot of the Week… This one’s hella self-indulgent but don’t worry bestie, i’m dragging you along for the ride too… Picture it: The Marauder, 19 BBY (did i spend 3 minutes looking that up for this dumb joke? yeah…) Somehow, you and I have joined up with the Bad Batch on some kind of mission. Details don’t matter because the important thing is we’re sharing a tiny spaceship with 5 hunks. 🥰 But obvs we have our favorites… I’m going with Wrecker for you (i know you love Hunter too, but just hear me out, this thot has a purpose) and Crosshair for me.

But here’s the thing. We somehow figure out they like us back (maybe Tech spills the beans), AND they have a bet going… Who can win us over first? Because these 2 are always competing over something with each other right?

And like hot damn, but also ohh there’s so much we can do with this info 😈 We both start teasing our respective guys, leading them on a little, not giving in to their flirting or anything so they can’t say they’ve won the bet for a while. They get more frustrated. More… pent up… And… well… so do we…

Uh oh. Maybe we can’t play this much longer. Maybe one day it’s too much, and one of us races to our crush prepared to just kiss them silly, only to find they had the same idea. And then afterward we try to find the other, and discover they couldn’t hold out with their guy either 🙈 And maybe it’s awkward, maybe Wrecker and Crosshair argue over who actually won forever, but it was kinda weirdly fun anyway. We’re happy, and happy for each other. /EndofSappyStory 🍒

cherry. my love. my life.

this might be the best thing that you have ever gifted me holy fuck the way i BLUSHED while reading this??? whooooooo jesus i love this so much!!! 😭 okay lots to unpack here:

1. excellent golden girls reference again. made me giggle and i appreciate the research tech would be proud of u hehe

2. you and i being bffs in this thot made me so happy aw

3. EXCELLENT CHARACTER CHOICE FOR US OMFG i couldn't stop thinking about the "don't worry wrecker you'll top him next time" "no he wOnT" while reading bc omfg those lines applied to this kind of bet????? AAAAHHHHH IM HAVING A CRISIS

i'm gonna write this in sections, actual encounters with the boys happen in sections 3 and 4 with our sexy murder toothpick man being up first! also this is gonna be pre-omega but post-echo joining the batch

self indulgent filth and fluff in the form of some reader insert thots below ;)

18+ as always kiddies. i really hope you enjoy! this was so fun to write

section 1: the bet

so i imagine this happening right after you guys joined the squad

and it certainly didn't take long for crosshair and wrecker to realize their feelings for you two beautiful women, although one was more brazen about his feelings than the other

one day when hunter had sent you and your friend into a market to pick up a short list of supplies, they got to talking

crosshair made an offhand remark about his girls’ ass which made wrecker fidget, he never was very composed when it came to pretty girls and this caused all the other members of the batch share knowing looks and smirks

“wrecker if you’re trying to be discreet about your feelings for ___ you’re going to have to do stop fidgeting.” tech noted, rolling his eyes when wrecker started stuttering out excuses but he was cut off by echo

“give ‘im a break. at least he isn't as vulgar as crosshair”

“you’re just jealous she doesn't flirt with you, mir'osik” (i had to search up insults in mando’a and this one means shit for brains and when i tell you i died laughing okay anyways sorry)

this made echo roll his eyes, deciding it wasn't worth it to fight over whatever stupid insult the sniper threw at him

wanting to stir the pot juuust a bit, hunter proposed a challenge for his vod. he should be the good influence on his brothers, but he couldn't help but want to see where these crushes would take them

he could hear the girls’ heartbeats intensify around their respective crushes anyways, so he had a pretty good feeling that they felt the same about his batch mates

“don’t know about the rest of you, but i want to see who can win his girl over first” this was met with a smirk from crosshair, a blush from wrecker, and side glances shared between echo and tech

“easy.” crosshair drawled, he knew he had this in the bag

he may be quieter than the others but boy was he was observant, taking note of the way her words had a hard time flowing out of her pretty mouth when he was in close proximity of his girl

wrecker on the other hand didn’t want to make her uncomfortable, in his eyes she was just so sweet. innocent, really. she wouldn’t want the same treatment he knew crosshair had in mind for his girl

the peering eyes of his squad made the large man cave with a sigh, “fine.”

section 2: the slip up

weeks had gone by since the boys established their little competition and you, your friend, and tech were working on some small repairs around the ship

you and your friend had noticed some increased...flirting from your respective guys

crosshair paid more compliments and lingering touches that seemed genuine

and wrecker flirted the best way he knew how; lifting too heavy objects and reaching for items in the tall cargo holds, handing them down with a gentle smile

tech, being the most blunt member of the squad, commented on the whispers you exchanged, dropping a surprising truth on both of your ears:

“well of course they are trying to flatter you. how else do you settle a bet to win each of you over the fastest?”

tech watched the two women freeze before him, sharing shocked looks before turning their attention to him, realization hit his gut like a crate of durasteel, and he swallowed under your stern gazes

“what do you mean, goggles?”

“they...like us?”

tech’s cheeks burned red hot, was his brow beginning to sweat? maker, it felt like it

this was the one time he didn’t feel like explaining himself, instead choosing to coyly excuse himself from the two pairs of watchful eyes

he left you and your friend to stare at each other before both rolling your eyes, “well now we know who spills secrets the easiest” your friend chuckled, shaking her head

after a few moments of silence you both spoke up, deciding there wasn’t that much harm in playing along with the two members of the batch. you were fond of them, after all

you both continued chuckling about the situation, mostly out of disbelief that the flirting and teasing wasn’t just a hopeful facade your minds made up

once the repairs were completed, you both retired to opposite ends of the ship, minds full of deliberation of how you would handle this new information

section 3: the gunport

you were sat in the gunport, musing the situation you found yourself in, hands picking at your fingernails in an effort to curb your nerves

on one hand you didn’t want to ruin the bond you had with the marksman

what if he was just flirting out of pure boredom? there isn’t much to do in a confined ship like this anyways, he might as well pass the time flirting with a woman in his general vicinity

but it just had to mean something

no way the whispered compliments - most of them accompanied with a wink, no less - meant absolutely nothing to him

you decided that you had enough, this was going to eat you alive if you didn't get to the bottom of what was going on in that head of his

with a huff, you stood straight and turned around to exit the space

but you were met with a silver haired man climbing up the ladder

you both froze, both internally freaking out at the basically forced confrontation

oh gods what is he doing up here? did he read my mind??

...shit what do i do i forgot everything i was going to say to her

you nervously chuckled, figuring that you were going to go talk to him anyways so might as well get this over with

“crosshair... um i need to ask you something”

“no, i need to tell you something cyar’ika. i’m tired of sitting here and watching you walk around all day, not being able to show you how i feel.”

now that left you speechless, mouth slightly hanging open in shock to which he deeply chuckled at, “hope this isn't the first time i leave you speechless.”

there it was, that smug attitude that made you roll your eyes but also ignited a heat in your lower abdomen

with a smirk, you decided to play it back to him. two can play at this game, lanky

“well it’d be pretty rude to not demonstrate what you had in mind, trooper”

this was the green light crosshair needed, quickly heaving himself up the last few rungs of the ladder, his hands immediately finding your waist and snatching you close, pressing a firm kiss to your lips

your hands flung up to catch the sides of his sharp cheeks, humming at the feel of his scruff under your palms as you coyly push your tongue through his lips, hoping he’ll welcome your tongue into his mouth

he does, and you are exploring each other in the most delicious way, causing soft moans and sighs to leave both of you

while you were entranced by crosshair’s mouth on yours, you didn't realize he was pushing you back onto the chair of the gunport until you were sat down and he was kneeling in between your legs, his nimble fingers clutching your thighs and hips

in a matter of minutes crosshair had managed to get your bottoms completely off, your slick panties hooked on one ankle, and your thighs over his shoulders

for a man who could run his mouth, he sure proved it

expert fingers entered your weeping cunt while his tongue prodded your bundle of nerves with sharp, quick strokes

he’s beaming at the way you’re trying to support yourself on shaky arms and trapping his head to your cunt with the backs of your calves, the sight of your head thrown back and the whimpers coming out of your mouth making him harder than he had been in a looong time

his fingers and mouth brought to your orgasm quick and hard, nearly screaming his name as your toes curled in bliss

he took his time in working you through it, making sure he could draw it out. he could get used to this.

when you can finally open your eyes and look him in the eye, you’re kissing him again, enjoying the moan he lets out at the feel of your tongue tasting yourself on him

you decide it’s his turn, and you’re pushing him into your previous spot, smiling at the way his eyes slightly widen at the way you took charge

crosshair wants to say some sexy remark, something that he knows will get you to sheepishly smile and look away but he can’t, not with the sight of you sinking down to your knees and slowly pulling down his blacks, keeping eye contact and granting him a playful glint in your eye

you can't help but want to tease him just a bit, running your tongue over the bulge in his blacks

he tries his hardest to not be loud but maker, is he loud when you finally take him into your mouth and down your throat

you’ve quickly found that he enjoys eye contact while in this vulnerable state, nearly shaking when he sees your eyes brimming with tears trying not to choke on his length

one hand sneaking down to alternate cupping his balls is what pulls him over the edge, crying out with your name living on his tongue

you swallow his release, again utilizing eye contact to your benefit and drawing out another prolonged moan from him

it makes you smile in pride, loving how this hard, unyielding man turned into such a mess while you had your way with him

crosshair pats his lap and expectantly looks at you, waiting for you to perch up onto his lap, straddling him

despite being a skinnier guy, crosshair wraps you up in the warmest, most secure-feeling snuggle you have honestly ever experienced

after sharing such an intimate moment with you, he began whispering sweet nothings into your ear, about how gorgeous he thinks you are, how much he cares for you

it’s honestly kind of shocking but welcome nonetheless, cross can be kind when he wants to and you are very glad that this was the outcome of your dancing around each other for months

section 4: the interruption

you retreated back to your room, honestly just wanting to sleep and get your mind off the day

it was becoming harder and harder to not just pounce on wrecker, but you didn't want to just give it up so quickly

and to be honest, you had a bad feeling that tech was full of it

you struggled with self esteem issues for as long as you could remember, so it was difficult to believe the 'genious’ of the batch when he said that wrecker had feelings for you

despite your trepidations, your mind couldn't stop thinking about him, his broad shoulders, toned arms, huge thighs...

your hand slithered down your torso, slipping underneath the waist band of your bottoms and slowly circling your clit as images of wrecker effortlessly lifting anything that crossed his path filled your mind, honestly wishing it was you he was lifting

perhaps lifting you to brush your pussy on his nose, his tongue exploring your womanhood enough to make you shout his name

but apparently that last part was not all in your head

although you didn't shout it, wrecker definitely heard the way you whispered out his name in a moan in the dark room

he really hadn’t meant to barge in, but after a few knocks with no answer he began to worry

he came by to tell you how he felt with absolutely no expectation of sleeping with you. truthfully, he gave up on trying to get into your pants, he was willing to lose the bet with crosshair, he knew he wasn’t as smooth as his brother anyways

while he obviously would never be opposed to making love with you, he figured that you deserved to be courted beforehand, and he thought there was no way you’d want to share your body in such an intimate way with somebody like him

but the sight he was greeted with was enough to prove himself wrong

you, spread out on your bed with your hand moving diligently under your thin lounge shorts and you moaning his name made him subconsciously let out a loud gasp

that you absolutely heard, eyes snapping open and hand coming to an abrupt halt, ripping out from under your bottoms

“wr-wrecker! what are you doing here?!”

“i- uhhh- i didn’t see anything! erm, i'm sorry, mesh’la”

by now you had your blankets covering you, despite being fully clothed, and were looking at him with mortified eyes

wrecker still stood in the doorway, unsure if he should let this opportunity pass him by

if you had told him to leave he would, he’d do anything you said, but the fact that you made no move to force him into leaving made him linger

“i'm...sorry if im overstepping mesh’la but i just- i can't stop thinking about you. and well,” he gestured to your form, still cradling the blankets to your heaving chest, “i think you think about me too”

of course you couldn't deny it, he had just seen you pleasuring yourself and moaning his name, what the hell kind of excuse could you come up with? none, that's what

his sheepishness made your heart soar, realizing he probably was just as nervous as you

deciding to cut him some slack, you slowly rose up, blanket falling to the ground as you sauntered over to his frozen frame

whispering, “you're right. do- do you want to stay?”

you had the poor man at a loss for words, eagerly nodding at your proposition and allowing you to take his hand and lead him to your bed, pushing him down so you could straddle his lap

his large cock bulging through the thin fabric of his blacks and pushing against your already hot cunt made you cry out

pure adrenaline coursed through both of you, hushed moans leaving your mouths as you steadily ground down onto him, his hand tangled in your hair and the other kneading your breast

your lips broke away from his mouth and you smirked at the look on his face, absolutely fucking giddy that this was finally happening, he had been dreaming about this moment since he first saw you

the sounds he made while you sucked on the sensitive skin of his neck encouraged you to slip a small hand down the front of his blacks and pull his thick cock out, heat flooding your body at the hiss he let out when you started slowly jacking him off

your legs were in the perfect position for him to push your shorts down and over your ass, fingers picking up where you left off and circling your clit, working you open to take one of his massive fingers

the more you squeezed his throbbing shaft, the louder wrecker became

and not wanting anybody to hear you two fooling around, you glued your mouth to his, tongues mingling in heat

the excitement of the entire situation made it not last very long overall, but you both had intense orgasms regardless

wrecker curled his - now two - fingers inside you just right, and your continued squeezes and strokes of his cock made him finish, his cum coating your palm

both of you were shaking, muffled groans and gasps filled the room until you were coming down from your simultaneous orgasms

after coming back down to the moment, wrecker chuckled and flopped down on his back, bringing you with him to crash onto his chest

you both giggled like a couple of smitten teenagers who were experiencing their first love, relishing in the butterflies in your stomachs, we just did that

“been waiting a long time to do that, doll” wrecker’s big hands rubbed up and down your curves, closing his eyes and smiling at your laugh, “i know”

his head shot up at that, “you know?” the way his eyebrows furrowed up made your chest tighten with admiration, smiling cheekily down at him, “of course i do. tech told us gals.” you leaned down to place a peck on his chin, “you think you won the bet?”

“dunno. but I feel like i just won the entire galaxy.”

it honestly didn't make much sense in your post-orgasm daze, but the endearing tone made you smile and kiss him once again

section 5: the hallway

after your respective encounters with your boys, you ran to your friend, bumping into her in the hallway, the tight space echoing your giggles and shrieks of excitement throughout the entire ship

you both were so flustered and giddy that you were talking over each other, just needing to tell her about what just happened

“i just sucked-”

“you will not believe-”

you both stopped and laughed even harder, holding onto each other for support, then your friend took a deep breath and smiled, “you first.”

the sounds emitted from you two not only made your boys smile and their chests swell with pride but also coerced some chuckles from the other members of the batch

they all knew how long these...events were in the making and how eager cross and wrecker were becoming

and in all honesty they were glad their brothers had found happiness in two girls like yourselves

nice, funny, and obviously in love with their brothers

they really could’t have asked for better women to take care of their family

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#ily babycakes hope you liked this #thank you for giving me such incredible thots #you're the best #🍒 anon

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greekbros · 3 years

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"greek-Bros: The Ultimate Armor"

Ares: *sitting in the middle of a battle field, contemplating as one would, what to do next*.....*looks down and sees bits and pieces of swords, knives and other sharp objects*......!

*later*

Hephaestus: * peacefully working on an automation, completely focused when suddenly the clattering of metal bits and pieces startle him* OH DAMN IT ALL WE'RE UNDER ATTACK! BUBO GET ME MY MALLET I HAVE NO TIME TO N-*turns around and sees Ares has spilt a large bucket of sword pieces, knives, daggers and arrowhead on to Hephaestus's work table*

Ares: C:

Hephaestus: *looks at the pile of sharp things, looks at Ares, looks at the pile, looks at Ares*......brother.....

Ares: caaaan.....

Hephaestus: Mother told me not to do it.

Ares: you pleeeeeeease....

Hephaestus: I AM NOT DOING IT.

Ares: .....make armor out of these?

Hephaestus: no.

Ares: WHY NOT?! I SAID PLEASE!

Hephaestus: I am not making you spiked armor from the discarded bits of sharp objects you've found. Mother and Father told me that it was the ONE thing I could refuse you.

Ares: Come ooooooon, it would be so cool.

Hephaestus: I am not making it. Besides the material is unfit for forging and it would be impractical.

Dionysus: *literally just walks in* hey bro can you make me a really neat breast plate from this? *Takes out a brass plate, an old gold wine chalice, a whole vine, and a piece of drift wood*

Hephaestus: oh yes one moment. *Takes it all, puts it in a melting cauldron, basically forges an ornate but incredibly vulgar looking breast plate with literal breasts on them.* Im not sure as to what you may need this for but I assume it's properties are just as.... eclectic as you, Dionysus.

Dionysus: thanks Heph, *puts the breast plate on* now I can prove to Athena who has the big bitch tits around here, call me a 'useless lump', hmf, I am thousand more times a bad bitch than her I s-*grumbles off back to where ever void he came from*

Ares: ........*looks at Hephaestus*........I'm not leaving.

Hephaestus: ....There is nothing you could possibly do to convince me t-

Ares: Oh yeah did I ever tell you how me and Aphrodite did the-

Hephaestus: *takes the sharp objects and forges* ENOUGH TELL ME NO MORE.

Ares: C: *thinks: man I am going to shred so many people with my armor*

*later*

Ares: *walks around in a ridiculously edgy armor covered in spikes and such* ....

Apollo, Hermes and several other gods: *makes absolute space for Ares*

Aphrodite: .....*angry that Ares has traded his approachable armor for this* .....*turns to Hephaestus* This is YOUR fault isn't it?

Hephaestus: *realising that this edgelord armor could benefit his marriage* ....*in a falsetto* oh dear me, what have I done.

Ares: BEHOLD! I HAVE THE BEST DEFENSE IN ALL OF OLYMPUS!

Zeus: *looks at Ares and his new armor* ....my boy, you look like a hedgehog, pleeeeeeease remove that terrible armor.

Ares: *in a mental shut down because he was compared to a hedgehog*......Yes dad. *Takes the armor off until he's just in his basic tunic* ....*walks to Hephaestus* .....melt this down.

Hephaestus: ...*now feeling the burning hubris of this situation*.....why don't you just leave it at my work bench.....

Aphrodite: *blushing at the fact she just got a strip tease* ( ◕ヮ◕)

Zeus: .....*turns to dionysus* you too dionysus....your um.....breast plate is a little too.... inappropriate.

Dionysus: YOU CAN'T TELL ME SHIT DAD, you're just jealous of my new armor. *enjoying his stupid metal breasts*

Zeus: ...........why do I bother.

Ares and Hephaestus: *just calmly trying to push the armor to each other to see who takes the armor back to the work bench*

Ares: please seriously my hands hurt.

Hephaestus: you commissioned the armor, you take it back.

Ares: I insist.

Hephaestus: I insist more.

Ares: dude fucking do it or I'll throw this at you.

Hephaestus: if you do I will proceed to shove the vambrace up your rectom and make you feel my ever growing hatred for you.

Ares: same ugo.

#greek bros #dionysus #greek myth memes #greek gods #greek mythology #ares #Hephaestus #Zeus #hellenistic #aphrodite

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publickoccurances · 3 years

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Hi! remember me? the guy who asked for the minutemen military, Maybe you could do a part two if (you can) where it’s kind of like an alternative good ending for the minutemen where they don’t turn into an imperialistic authoritarian military dictatorship.

I don’t mean to sound ungrateful, you did an amazing job writing I just kind of want a good guys ending and bad guys ending for the minutemen

I can certainly give it a try friend! Due to personal beliefs on military agenda I’m not going to have as much to write on the good guys side of things. But I’ll try my best!

2297. Ten years since the Minutemen took back the Castle and started their full integration into the commonwealth. Approximately 87% of Commonwealth settlements were within the ranks. DC was at 63%, resistance from the BoS was making things more complicated. 70% of Mojave settlements were within the ranks. 48% of New California, the NCR still had a strong hold on the majority of this area. The Wasteland was slowly but surely integrating into the ranks. Ten years of progress. Who knew where they would be in a further ten.

Cait: Ten long years later and here Cait was. Doing something she never even dreamed she would end up doing. She was out here helping people. A lot of people. A lot of helping.

Perhaps the years had softened her. There had been a time where she had once been so selfish. Hated the idea of giving her all to help people she didn’t even know. Sometimes these feelings did take over. Sometimes she did believe she was giving too much of herself. But it was her job now. And she kind of enjoyed it.

She was second to the General of the Minutemen. Sole always came to her for advice on how to proceed with certainly policies, to double check their decision making. God knows why they decided Cait would be the best for that position. Maybe it was her brutal honesty that made her seem to be the ideal candidate. She was more than happy to voice her opinion. As she had always been.

It was another one of those days where she had been called into the Generals office early in the morning. This was something you didn’t enjoy so much. A night of drinking at the bases bar lead to bad hangovers. One of which she was experiencing this morning.

“Mornin’ Sole.” Cait grumbled as she closed the office door behind her. “I’m telling ye’ now, this best be important cause I’m nursin’ one hell of a hangover.”

Sole rolled their eyes, arms crossed over their chest. “That’s General to you.” They joked lightly before standing up, hands behind their back.

“Yeah yeah.” Cait slumped down on the chair. “C’mon, what is it this time.”

Sole laughed slightly, pacing around the room slightly. “So I’m heading to Diamond City today, the Mayor had agreed to sign the agreement pact with us. We’re going to be joining their Miliita with our own forces.”

“I already knew this.” Cait groaned, tipping her head back.

“Yes. But. We’ve also made a break through with Goodneighbour.” There was an excited tone in Soles voice.

Cait sat up slightly, looking more intrigued in the conversation. Her eyebrow raised slightly. “Really? I know the Ghoul Bastard said he could win them over but I didn’t believe him.”

Sole clapped their hands togethers. “Well. He’s made a breakthrough. The people have agreed to attend a town meeting with one of our representatives. But I’ve got to be in the city so-.’

“No!” Cait stood up, arms crossed against their chest. “Sole I have told you this more than a hundred times. I am not doing ye’ political speeches for ye’.”

“Cait... you know I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t need you to.” Sole gave her that look. The ‘we’ve been friends for ten years’ look.

“Yer manipulating me.” Cait huffed as she looked down at the floor for a few moment. “God damn it... fine. But I wsnt next week off.”

Curie: Curie hummed softly as she walked through the Castle ground. There was a spring in her step today. And she was going to discuss the reason why with her General, with her friend, Sole.

“Morning Monsieur’s.” She waved at the security guards standing outside Soles office.

They saluted Curie, she was well respected within the ranks of the Minutemen. She had saved a large percentage of their lives on the field of course.

“Mornin’ Ma’am.” They responded in unison.

Curie stepped through the doors, giving her dear friend a nod of the head. “Morning General. I hope you ave’ had a good day so far.”

Sole grinned and stood, a big smile spread across their lips. “Morning Curie. I have had a brilliant morning.” They assured. “How has yours been?”

“Well Madame/Monsieur... I do not wish to get ahead of myself but...” She placed some paper work in Soles hands. “But look at zhe progress I ave’ made with my current research.”

Sole took a few moments to look over the paper work their friend had just passed to them. They skimmed over it quickly, humming softly. It took a few moments for it to click but suddenly they were grinning excitedly. “You- optimisation of stimpack application and effects... this- Curie this is going to save so many lives!”

Curie couldn’t help but clap her hands together excitedly. “Yes! It most certainly is!”

Curie had been working on this research for the better half of ten years. It had been her way of furthering science. If she could figure out a way to optimise the effects of the current most advanced form of healing the body, she could save a lot more lives.

“I ave’ managed to cut down the time it takes for pain relief to be felt by more than alf’... and Stimpacks can now elp’ give the heart a jump start of administered directly to zhe chest!”

Sole took a deep breath as they placed the papers down on their desk. “Curie I can’t believe it.. this is amazing.”

“Madame/Monsieur... I could not have completed this research without the elp’ of the Minutemen. The past ten years ave’ given me the time and resources I need to complete this.” Curie gushed. She had always strived to further science, it was her primary objective. And she seemed to have completed a part of that objective.

“Curie. Without you the Minutemen would not be at the level we are.” Sole rested their hand on their dear friends shoulder. “Each settlement working with us now has the best health care the Wasteland has ever seen. And thats thanks to you.”

Piper: Headline of the week: Minutemen in the City. No that was week. How about ‘Cities New Militia.’ No. That was worse.

Piper groaned as she looked around her office. Her office. Wow, she had a real office. In a building that wasn’t her home. Wow. Ten years ago she would have never had imagined this.

Going from a little paper sold around the city to a paper that was distributed across the country. It was crazy. Every settlement working with the Minutemen distributed it. It was so big now that she had to take Nat on as a another writer. She didn’t have enough time to write weekly papers herself.

The reporter sighed when she heard a knock on her office door. “Unless you’re bringing me reports from the settlements don’t come in!” She called.

When the door opened she turned around with a glare, expecting a security guard, but when she saw Blue her glare turned to a smile.

“Hey Blue- I mean General? No I mean Blue.” She nodded with a decisive look before smiling again. “You need something?”

Sole took a seat in Pipers office, smiling back at their friend. “You don’t remember? You asked me in for an interview?” They raised an eyebrow.

“I didn’t, did I?” She mumbled as she checked the calender on her computer. “Oh god I did didn’t I.” She rubbed her temples.

Sole chuckled softly, shaking their head slightly. “Don’t worry about it Pipes. You’ve been busy, the papers been a hit. Everyone’s anxious for the new issue.”

“Oh god tell me about it!” Piper slapped her hand down on her thigh. Even though she seemed irritated in that moment she cracked out in a smile. “I can’t believe it Blue. My paper... my stupid paper Thats got me in trouble more times than I can count. People out there are reading it... anxious for the next issue.”

Sole grinned and nodded their head. “I actually have some exciting news regarding that.”

Piper raised an eyebrow, watching her friend closely. “Oh yeah?”

“Well...” Sole tapped their finger against the desk. “With Diamond City joining up... we’re going to see an influx on donations and income.” They explained.

Piper was too impatient for the explanation. Even ten years later she was still a ‘get to the point’ kind of gal. “C’mon Blue, don’t leave me hanging here. If you’ve got a new story you’ve got to tell me!” She reached for her notepad.

“Piper it’s not a story.” Sole laughed softly, taking the notepad from her. “What Im trying to say is... I’m increasing the funding to the paper.” They murmured, watching their friend closely. “By a lot. I mean a lot. Enough that you can hire staff to help. Get more papers out there.”

#fallout #gaming #piper wright #bethesda #fallout 4 #fanfic #fallout 4 companions #fallout series #fallout companions react #curie fallout 4 #piper fallout 4 #cait fallout 4

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bts-babyjoonie · 4 years

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Potion Witch- Namkook AU CH1

Pairing: Namjoon X Jungkook

Tags: M for mature, Witch Jungkook x Witch Namjoon, fluff, clumsy Namjoon, eventual smut

Word count: 1,676

Summary: Namjoon is a potion making witch. He's also very clumsy and prone to making mistakes. Probably not the best thing when your job is to handle delicate substances. Every two weeks Namjoon goes into town with a wagon full of his potions. He delivers them to his buddy and closest business partner Jungkook. Lately, Jungkook has been having trouble falling asleep so he turns to Namjoon to make him a sleep remedy. Of course, Namjoon agrees and makes it for him, but he accidentally mixes up the potions and gives Jungkook the wrong one. The next thing he knew, Jungkook was a bunny.

He’s done it now hasn't he….

Namjoon was a clumsy witch. Which was not something to aw at considering the fact he was a potion maker. It was a very delicate process and a long-limbed creature such as himself would need to be extra cautious.

Namjoon made his potions in his own cabin home located in an isolated part of the dark forest. The human villages were terrified of what horrible things lay imbibed deep, but as a witch, Namjoon did not mind. When his potions were ready he would stack them up on a wagon and make a trip to town where his good witch friend Jungkook lived. None of the humans there knew Jungkook was a witch of course. He owned a hidden magic shop in the middle of the large town. It was hidden from all non-magic users.

Aside from being close friends, Namjoon and Jungkook were also great business partners. The reason for his weekly trip to town was to bring Jungkook the potions he ordered. Jungkook would tell him what he needed and Namjoon would go home and conjure up a batch. All for a price of course.

One calm morning, a day before Namjoons bi-weekly trip to town, a crow landed on his bedroom window. The loud caw startled him awake and he frantically turned his head towards the sound. It was the ebony bird perched on the window sill with a letter between its beak. Namjoon sighed in relief. It was just a messenger crow. Jungkook had most likely sent it to him. Perhaps he needed another potion added to tomorrow's delivery. He got out of his cozy bed and scuttled over to his window. Namjoon tried his best to gently open it, but the house was so old that it got stuck not even halfway. He tugged on it a bit harder and the window rolled up so quickly that it crashed into the top startling the poor crow.

“O-oh I’m so sorry little birdie, forgive me”, Namjoon apologized. The crow seemed annoyed but it did not mind him. The dark bird let the letter fall into the large palms of Namjoon's hands and flew away. Namjoon sighed, he didn't get to feed the crow the seeds he had been storing from the times he went foraging. He opened up the letter that was sealed with a red wax stamp and on it was a message from Jungkook.

Dear Joon,

I apologize for getting this to you so late but I have a request to make.

I’ve been having trouble sleeping lately and I was wondering if you

could brew me a sleep potion. It would be much obliged and I’ll make sure

To pay you a good sum as always.

Sincerely, Jungkook.

Namjoon did not mind at all. Jungkook was the first person to make him feel welcome in the area and besides, he thought the younger witch was cute.

Since he didn't have anything else to do for the day he got started on Jungkook's request. He added dry lavender, chamomile flowers, oats, and a couple of other ingredients into the boiling pot. Before long it was done; so he bottled it and placed it beside tomorrow's delivery. He wasn’t paying much attention when he set the bottle down to another one of a similar hue. The next morning Namjoon rounded up all the bottles and carefully put them in crates. He loaded the crates onto his wagon and walked over to his horse to feed him an apple before leaving. The trip to town was about 30 minutes and it wasn't long before Namjoon had arrived at the magic shop. Jungkook heard the sound of the wagon wheels approaching so he left the shop to go and help Namjoon out.

“Morning Joon, you got what I asked for?”, Jungkook asked. “Yes I sure do, let me take these crates inside and I'll hand it to you then”. Namjoon swung his leg over the horse's body and hopped down onto the cobblestone road. Jungkook grabbed one of the wooden crates in the back and Namjoon grabbed the other. The door to the shop was closed but with just a wave of Jungkook's index finger, it slowly crept open. Inside the store were walls and walls filled with interesting Knick knacks, magical books, and of course potions of many colors. Green ivy grew in the cracks and crevices of the stone wall and spread over some of the shelves. Small objects like teacups and paper cranes floated in the air and led up the stairs to the area where the more powerful and dangerous items were stored.

Namjoon always stared in awe every time he entered the store. The vibe of it all was something else. “You can set those on that table, I’ll organize them soon”, Jungkook suddenly spoke, interrupting the silence. Namjoon almost dropped the crates. He was always a bit jittery when it came to Jungkook.

He set the crates on the wooden table. Usually, it would carry items for sale but today it was empty. Namjoon set the crate of potions onto the table next to where Jungkooks placed his. Jungkook yawned loudly and it reminded Namjoon of the bottle he needed to give him. He went over to the crate and grabbed the potion with the dark blue hue.

“Here Jungkook, I have the remedy to your sleeping problems”, Namjoon said while handing the bottle over to him. He smiled upon receiving it and Namjoon’s heart swelled at the sight.

“Oh, by the way, you should probably take this with some tea. I made it pretty potent so you could have some leftover for other times. All you have to do is add four drops into a cup of tea and tonight you will have a restful slumber”, Namjoon explained.

“Then… would you like to have a cup of tea with me Namjoon?”.

Namjoon nodded with a shy smile, his dimples showing on his cheeks.

“Alright follow me into the back, we can have our tea in my kitchen”.

Namjoon followed Jungkook behind the register and into a room hidden by a curtain of vines.

Inside was a daint little kitchen. The cabinets were a sage green color and the floor was a dark cedar wood just like in the shop.

“Please, take a seat at the table. I’ll go make the tea. Would you like mint or black?”, Jungkook asked. “Mint would be nice”, Namjoon said softly. Jungkook smiled and went over to the ceramic jar where he kept his mint tea. Namjoon looked to the corner of the room where the round table was. There were only two chairs but it was perfect. Namjoon took a seat and a couple of minutes later Jungkook came over with the tea. He placed the blue and white teacup in front of Namjoon and put some biscuits in the middle of the table.

“I have your payment in my room I’ll go and get it real quick”, said Jungkook already turning his body to head into the other room.

“Wait!”, said Namjoon. “You don’t have to pay me. It’s not like you’ll be selling it to others so you can think of it as a favor”, he grinned. Jungkook stared at namjoons crescent moon eyes and softly smiled.

“Are you sure Joon? I really don’t mind paying you for this”.

“Yes I’m sure, just take it as a gift”.

Jungkook sat down at the table with Namjoon and pulled out the sleeping potion. He unscrewed the top and held it over his teacup letting exactly four drops fall in. Jungkook looked at Namjoon for reassurance and he urged him on. He brought the teacup up towards his face and placed his soft rosy lips onto the edge of the cup. He took a few sips and placed the cup back down.

“Wow, N-namjoon it’s a little *ahem* s-spicy isn’t it?”. Jungkook coughed from the discomfort he felt in his throat.

“S-spicy? It shouldn’t be spicy”, Namjoon said concern laced in his voice.

Blue smoke started emitting from Jungkook’s body and the boys grew more and more worried by the second.

“Um, Joon what the hell is going on right now?! What did you put in this?”, Jungkook gasped. It was getting harder to breathe. It felt as if his body was beginning to fold into itself.

“I p-put in all the ingredients a sleep potion needed! I don’t know w-why it’s reacting this way!”

“Well think!”, Jungkook yelped.

Namjoon put his brain to work for a moment trying to remember if he had added another ingredient that could’ve caused this reaction when all of a sudden realization dawned upon him. That’s not a sleep potion that a transfiguration potion! His careless self gave Jungkook the wrong potion!

“O-okay don’t freak out Jungkook I know what’s happening right now”, Namjoon reassured the younger boy.

“Don’t freak out?! IM FREAKING OUT NAMJOON”.

The smoke was getting thicker and it seemed like Jungkook was getting smaller. Namjoon knew what was happening. This was a transfiguration potion Jungkook had asked for that turns the user into their spirit animal. The problem is Namjoon made the potion extra strong, as per request. He wasn’t sure how he was going to get his friend out of this dilemma. God he should really stop going off of the colors of potions to identify them. Sometimes he had too much faith in himself.

The smoke stopped rising and as it dissipated Jungkook was nowhere to be seen.

“Umm, Jungkook? Where’d you go?”, Namjoon called.

“I’m on the stupid chair”, said a small high pitched voice.

Namjoon stepped away from his seat and looked under the table only to see a small bunny huddled where Jungkook had previously been sitting. He was completely covered in black fur and his eyes had that familiar dark shine.

Jungkook had turned into a bunny.

“I’ve done it now”, whispered Namjoon.

a/n: First fic on Tumblr woohoo! Not sure how many chapters there will be but we’ll see I guess :D.

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burnedbyshoto · 5 years

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Love and War

Kinktober Day One ~ kink: hate/bitter sex

pairing: villain dom!midoriya izuku x hero fem!reader

warnings: smut, fluff, angst

word count: 6,788

a/n: so... lets get this started, never have I ever thought I would actually take part in this event... I like this piece a lot :D I hope you guys enjoy it as well :D ENJOY LIKE REBLOG COMMENT IM SO EXCITED AHHHHHH edit: showing what it is now that its been up for awhile

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Your eyes locked on green eyes from across the room. The drink in your hand seemed to slip from your fingers as he turned towards you.

He was handsome. Curly green hair, freckles scattering on his cheekbones, large eyes that drew you in. He was taller than you, broad shoulders, strong and lean. He was walking towards you, and you placed your drink on the table. The chatters of your friends falling deaf on your ears as he approached you.

Black slacks sat tight on his waist, your lip in your mouth as your eyes trailed up. He also wore a tight white t-shirt. He was gratifying…

Your hands moved to run through your hair as he smiled at you, his hand extended to you, and you smiled. His hand was large, tanned, calloused, yet scarred. You didn’t mind, your eyes trailing back up to his face, and you smile, taking his hand.

“I’m Midoriya.” He tells you and charming smile on his face. His voice is low, and it’s smooth. You pout your lips, leaning in close as you take in his warm hand. “Midoriya Izuku.”

“Pretty name for a handsome man.” You flirt as you take your hand back from him, you glance at him from under your eyelashes.

He chuckles, and the sound alone almost sets you off. He runs a hand through his hair, flexing for you. You have to keep yourself from drooling as he shoves his hands into his pockets, “Do I get your name?” He asks you, his eyes twinkling as he comes to stand even closer to you.

You click your tongue, looking apologetic as you shake your head. “Sorry, I don’t give my name to strangers…” You admit, a smirk on your face as you take your drink back into your hand. Your back now turned to him.

Your smirk only grows as his chest is sinfully pressed to your back. You can feel the outline of his muscles rubbing against you as his warm breath hit your neck. Taking the straw of your drink to your lips, you giggle as he speaks.

“I’m sorry, do I need to buy you a drink, love?” He asks, his lips ghosting over the exposed skin on your neck. “I did already introduce myself after all.”

You shift to look at him, your face teasingly close to his. “Oh sweetie, if you don’t know what I mean by that, I don’t think we’re meant to be.” You whisper, your lips brushing against his.

His green eyes seemed to turn black as his lips were suddenly on yours. The hollering of your friends reminding you where you were, but you didn’t care. His lips are intoxicating, and everything seems to fall into place as his hands grip your waist. He’s trying to dominate you, you can tell that through his forceful kiss, and you’re ready to give him a run for his money.

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You wake up with a groan in his bed, the bright lights of the morning sun beating down on your face. You push off the bed, your arms wobbling, and you moan in pain. Your hands running down your throbbing neck. You could feel the hickies that had formed from the night before.

“Good morning, beautiful.” A husky voice interrupts your search for bruises as you lock eyes with the handsome man.

“Mm, I told you my name, please use it…” You groan as he walks over, a cup of tea in his hands.

“I thought a girl like you would appreciate getting called beautiful.” Midoriya laughs as he sinks into the mattress next to you. The sheets fall exposing your bruised breasts. “Nah, you’re definitely the kind that enjoys getting called a hoe in the morning.”

Your eyes widen, and you smack his arm as he laughs. Your cheeks burn as you cover your face, “You’re annoying, but I have to go! Duty calls!”

You chug the quite warm liquid and hand the empty cup to Midoriya. You slip off the bed and walk towards your pile of clothes. You, unashamed, pull them all as you show off your naked body. You weren’t that drunk last night, and so you could care less that his eyes are very glued to your naked form. “Thank you for showing me a great night…” You admit as he follows you out of his front door. Your eyes linger down his abs and you suck in air as you brush your messy hair out of your face.

“I know one night stands are a thing people take seriously and all... but if you’d want to…” He looks away, his cheeks blushing, and a smile fills your face. “Could I take you out on a date?”

You stand on your tiptoes, pressing a kiss onto his lips, “If you find where I put my number, then yes.” You whisper against his mouth as he chuckles.

“How can I trust you?” He asks keeping you close.

“You’ll have to,” You say stroking his cheek with your thumb as you press a kiss to his neck and walk away. A giggle on your tongue as you disappear.

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One Year Later

You giggled as Izuku held you over his shoulder. Your legs kicking as he threw you onto the mattress. His grinning face blowing raspberries into your exposed stomach. You howl in laughter trying to get him to stop. “LEAVE ME ALONE!” You shriek as you try to detach his lips from your belly. You’re laughing so hard that it begins to hurt you to laugh. “I'm--‘ZUKU--GOING TO PEE!”

Izuku pulls away, peppering kisses up your chest until he’s kissing you over and over on your mouth. You’re grinning too wide for his lips to even touch yours. His kisses pressing much more over your teeth as you’re gasping for breath. “I do not clean up your piss, sweetheart.” Izuku laughs as you tilt your head up towards his. “Your laugh is so ugly!”

“Your face is ugly, ohhhhh!!!” You shout back as Izuku nuzzles his nose into the crook of your neck.

“You’re a child, you know that?” Izuku grins against your skin, and your fingers tug at his curls pulling his face back up to yours.

“Mm, so you’re into children? I may have to call Zeal on you!!!!” You tease, your face dropping to seriousness as you stare into his emerald green eyes.

“I could take her on any day for you.” Izuku brushes your hair out of your eyes, and your eyes flutter. God, there was so much you would do for this man. You loved him so much it hurt you.

“Even Sunday nights when you have an early Monday morning meeting?” You ask almost breathless. He leans back, his hands moving down your torso, and stopping below your ass. His fingers pressing into your skin gently.

It takes everything within you not to flinch as he presses into a bruise. A well-hidden bruise that he was not meant to see. “I would do it three minutes before the meeting... “ He presses a gentle kiss to your fingers, and you sit up. “I love you so much, y/n. I do.”

“Tell me again how fucking hot I was that first night,” You say shifting closer to Izuku’s warm body. Your breasts pressing against his chest. Despite being months of being together, you grin at the blush that overwhelms his face. He was such a fucking boobs man.

“You were the easiest one at the bar, I had to go after you. No one was going to sleep with me except for you!”

“SHUT UP!” You shriek as Izuku’s laughter fills the room as he grabs your waist, and he tumbles onto the bed. You giggle as you land on top of his strong chest, and you grin as you press a kiss against his freckled jaw. You shift in his arms and get your lips to press to his gently, softly, longingly.

“Alright, baby, I have to go! It’s ladies' night!” You sigh into his mouth, his hands keeping you close to him as his tongue slips into your mouth. You moan languidly at the feeling of his tongue dancing with yours. You slowly shift your hips up against his own.

“You can tell Ashido-san she can rip you out of my fucking hands,” Izuku growls as he sucks softly against your neck. You arch into him as you shake your head.

“Stupid, she could totally beat your ass, and you have that--fuck, you have that meeting of yoURS!” Your breath hitches as his fingers slip into the waistband of your sweats. “Midoriya Izuku!”

“Fine, fine, fine!” Izuku chuckles pulling away, love lacing his eyes. “I love you, stay safe tonight? You girls can’t handle your liquor.”

You roll your eyes as you peck a last kiss to his lips. “Only because we’re half your size!!!”

Izuku walks you out of his house, and into your car. His face sticking through the window for some last kisses. You give him as many as you can until you have no more time to waste. “Okay, okay, bye! I love you!”

You watch as Izuku continues to wave at you from the street, a smile on your face until you turn the corner. Your smile instantly drops as you’re far away.

You give a call to Mina, and she instantly picks up.

“Hello? Are you ready? Damn lover boy has so wrapped around his fingers! You’re so lucky that damn villain has been in a better mood as of late too! Or else… well, I don’t even know what you would be doing!” Mina’s voice groans as you don’t even have the voice to speak back to her.

“I’m sorry... but okay, where to first?”

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Five Hours Later

You ran along rooftops, your eyes locked on the man running away from you. Your breathing is harsh, raspy. You’ve been running for almost an hour now, jumping and weaving through pipes. You’re trying to get to him, the one man you’ve been chasing for years now. The man that taunted your dreams. Your life.

Your eyes caught onto the rubbish on a nearby ceiling, and you throw out your arm. Yellow energy shooting from your arms as it attaches to the objects and fall. Trapping the man by high walls, and a fifty story drop.

“Come on, you know you want to give in!” You pant as the man stops running, he turns around, his guard is up. His gaze concentrated on you entirely as you stop in front of him. The yellow energy filling your hands as you raise your own guard. “Give in.”

“As much as I would love to wrestle it out with you, sweetheart, I’m in a loving relationship.” His voice is dripping with sarcasm as green lights spark out of his skin. You ready yourself for anything.

The two of you were among the minuscule population that had superpowers. A revolutionary feat that had the world in battle. You were a superhero. As if you were straight off a comic book, you fought against people who threatened those beneath them. Hell, most times you were a glorified therapist! You really only hardly ever got into fistfights, but this man. This… vile man in front of you was an exception. He was cruel.

Using this power of his to create chaos and mayhem. It was not something you liked, you hated him for it, and you have been trying to get him. To corner him! But he was always one step ahead. A finger brushes away from you as you tried to get him.

It was a dreadful and repeating dance now, one the two of you frequently explored. You would lunge forward, and he would take a step backward, you would spin out, and he would pull you back in. Even the way you two fought, it was fluid, sharp, deadly, yet melodic. Had it not been for the fire in your stance, the occasional locking fists, it could have been a dance.

“You know, I pray for the person you kiss at night, they must be so disappointed in who you are.” You say as he shrugs his shoulders.

“Don’t be jealous that it isn’t you.”

“I don’t think I could ever be jealous of your so-called significant other.” You laugh, your eyes glaring at him.

The masks on your face covered everything but your eyes. You could not tell what color his eyes were, but you knew he was looking at you. The only thing you needed though was to have him pinned to the ground. His wrists in a handcuff as you dropped him off to the police. Then you’d be able to go home to Izuku, to tell him the only secret you kept from him.

“Mm, I guess so! But, I will have to bid you adieu, my sweet Zeal! Duty calls and well, I’m merely here to distract you!”

Your eyes widened as an explosion blew in the distance, and you whipped around. You snap back around to see him waving goodbye, and you snarl. “Fuck you, asshole!” You took off in the direction of the explosion, your heart hammering away as you near it. Screams and cries echoing through the streets as you jumped in to help. Your words aiding everyone in the firey trap.

“Don’t worry, I’m here for you!” You repeated over and over. Your mask showing your smile as you tried to ease crying victims.

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One Month Later

You wore an elegant dress.

It hugged your body as you stared into the mirror, your eyes burning into your reflection as you did your makeup.

You were very scared. It was a month since that explosion. A month since you first experienced someone dying because of you. Since then, you’d been on edge. You fear it was going to happen again. Scared that while you were out with Izuku you get attacked. Your worst fear was seeing the man you love die in your arms.

“Hey there, baby,” Izuku says walking into your room. Your eyes look up at him in the mirror, and your smile is affectionate. Izuku is in a pair of dark blue slacks. A white button-up shirt that hugged his chest beautifully, and a black-tie with a jacket on. His hair combed back, overall, he was drop-dead gorgeous.

The green-haired man walks to you and hugs you by your waist. Izuku's eyes dawdling on your outfit as you turn your head to press a kiss to his temple. “Hi.” You smile as he kisses your forehead.

“Who you getting all dressed up for?” He asks jokingly, and you hum as you lean up against his body. You’re grateful for his support. His hands stroke through your long and styled hair, his fingers twirling your locks in his hands. “I hope it’s not for me because that would be awkward…”

You snorted as you hit his collarbone with your head, “Yeah it would be! I was actually on my way for a booty call. Do you know Bakugou Katsuki? Mm, good, well you see he just really really knows how to fuck my pussy right. It’s immeasurable, really! I recommend you give him a spin one day.” You cackle and his fingers pinch your sides.

“Watch it, and you’ll be covering the tab tonight.” Izuku teases you as he nuzzles your neck with his nose.

“Oh, don’t worry! I also have another booty call, you may know him as well! Todoroki Shouto? Super rich!”

Izuku laughs and you laugh as well your lips caressing against his with echoing pecks. “They wish they had someone like you in their lives.” He whispers against your mouth, and your smile drowned with love.

“I don’t blame them.” You whisper as you continue pressing kisses to his mouth, not wishing to let this end. “Besides! All my friends have wanted to, and I quote ‘climb you like a tree’.” You quote with your hands before gripping his jacket pulling him in closer. “God, I love you.”

“And as much as I would love to show you how much I love you, we have a reservation we can’t miss.” Izuku moans as he pulls you to your feet. You huff as you roll your eyes, your arms wrapping around his neck as you nudge your nose against his.

“When has that ever stopped you before, Midoriya?” You tease as Izuku smirks, his mouth pressing against yours softly.

You move to deepen it, but he bends down quickly, throwing you over his shoulder as he walks out. “WE AREN’T MISSING IT!” Izuku yells over your shrieking laughter as he runs out of your house.

The dinner is fantastic.

Romantic and special.

You love the way Izuku’s eyes burn into you the entire night, his energy never once wavering. His hand held yours after the meal was over. You were complaining about never being able to eat again. Izuku listens to you all while he presses fluttering kisses against your wrist. You giggle out his name as he refuses to quit, and your cheeks glow red.

“Y/l/n y/n,” Izuku states, and you raise your eyebrows inviting him to continue. “I met you in a bar more than a year ago, and I knew the second I caught your eye I was going to fall in love with you. I didn’t expect you to come back to me after that first night.”

Your heart stills suddenly, and a warm pool fills your body as you’re realizing what is happening.

“Sex with you is incredible, phenomenal even. Honestly, it’s why I wanted you back, but your soul. Your energy, I love you so much…” Izuku smiles as he kisses the back of your hand. “I love the way you hate Monday mornings like the stereotypical dumbass you are. I love that you always jump onto your bed, you do not have to, you’re not that short! But you do… you complete me. You make me want to be a better person every time I do anything… and I have one last thing to ask…”

You wipe away tears that continue to pour out of your eyes, and you sob as a waiter places a covered plate in front of you.

“Will you marry me, y/n? Would you do me the honor of being my wife?”

The silver lid comes off, and you continue to sob as a black velvet box presents itself on a plate. A luminescent diamond ring shining against the light. The words he uttered printed in chocolate on the plate. Izuku is on his knee in front of you, the ring in his hands as you sob into his neck.

Your head nods over and over.

“Yes!” You cry as you pepper wet kisses all over his face. “Yes, please! Yes!”

The diamond ring slips onto your finger, and you can’t even begin to describe your emotions as you kiss him. The cheering of the crowds disappearing as you hold him even closer.

That night, you arch off the bed many times. Your voice full of mirth and joy, Izuku’s voice needy and never once anything but loving.

He asked you for your hand that night, and yet you united in a whole other way. The overwhelming love between the two of you palatable the entire night.

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One Week Later

You struggle against the wall, gasping as the villain holds you by your throat. You had foiled his next plan and were now paying dearly for it.

You slam your foot into his crotch and he grunts, letting you go. You collapse to the ground gasping for air. You stagger but act quickly, sweeping his feet out from underneath him. He falls to the ground, and you shoot energy from your hands, allowing you to quickly and smoothly hop on top of him. You press your knees into his arms, and he hisses.

His legs sweep up, kicking you forward and you tumble off of him.

So the two of you embark on another dangerous dance of yours. Mina screaming in your ear about the dangers lurking around you if you don’t get out of there! But you had landed a hit, you were going to get him today!

You duck under a punch and shove a palm to his ribcage. He stumbles backward, you narrow your eyebrows as you lock an energy strand around his leg, pulling him in. You race over, but you miss the electricity escaping his skin. You’re blown backward, white-hot pain scorching your cheek, the mask on your face cracking in two. You gasp for air, the mask cracking completing as it falls to the ground. Fuck… you couldn’t hear Mina yelling at you anymore as knees slam into your chest and you wheeze.

Your eyes lock onto the villain before you. His arm cocked back for another punch, but he’s frozen. His body is still. You don’t feel your energy power up, only that you’re arm is thrust up and he’s thrown off you. A sickening crash heard and you sit up wheezing.

You stare at the man, your vision dizzy, and you feel sick.

Not because you’re dizzy, but because of the face that's revealed as his mask cracks around him.

Izuku.

His green eyes are so wide, and your eyes are tearing up.

He’s speechless, and you're cursing his name.

He can’t stand up, and you stumble to your feet, swaying where you stand.

“Get the fuck out of there, y/n!” Mina's voice is yelling at you, and you flinch finally hearing it.

“‘Zuku…” You whisper, your head shaking in disbelief. “You can’t be… how are you Deku?”

The villain's name. The name you loathe, the name you refuse to use. You prefer villain because giving him a name gives him an identity. A reason for him to be committing the atrocities he’s committed.

How was this man in front of you the person you loved with all your heart?

How was this the man who loved you tenderly and gently? The man who was afraid to deny the simplest of favors because he was a generous and kind person.

You can’t remember running away. You only remember that you’re back in your house sobbing as you stare at the diamond ring on your nightstand.

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Two Days Later

You stare at the ceiling of your room. You feel hallow.

Since that fateful encounter, neither one of you has attempted to reach out. Neither one of you calling, texting, or showing up. You hated it, but you couldn’t stand seeing him here. How could you ever talk to the man you love knowing who he was? What he was… what he is?

You knew everyone had secrets, but why was his secret this? Why couldn’t it have been that he was a soprano vocalist in an acapella group? Something embarrassing so that you could tease him!! But not this, anything but this…

The engagement ring is on your finger still. It makes perfect sense, everything tells you that it should be there. But it feels heavy… it weighs you down in more ways than it’s weight. Could you really forgive a man like him? Yes, he’s your Izuku, but he’s also Deku.

Notorious as the underground crime king, Deku was someone you’ve been fighting since day one. It made you nauseous just thinking about how that man was your Izuku.

How were they the same person?

The floorboards in your hallway creak, and you slam up. Your eyes concentrating on the doorframe. Your mouth runs dry as you stare at angry green eyes. His mouth pressed into a flat line as his hands roughly weave through his hair.

It hurts knowing that it wasn’t a hoax. You knew Midoriya Izuku like the back of your hand and being able to read him now burned your throat and your heart. You lick your lips as he steps closer his eyes focused on you.

“You’re Zeal?”

“You’re Deku…”

Izuku shakes his head, his lips barking with cold humor as he can’t believe it. To be fair, you can’t either as you stare at his conflicted features.

“I don’t understand?” He admits, his eyes swimming with confusion, anger, and yet longing.

“You and me both,” You laugh bitterly, you shake your head as you look up at him. “Care to explain?”

“I don’t really want to.” Izuku shakes his head, his smile sad, and you blink.

“You’re fucking kidding me, right?” You snap, your brows furrowing as you stand up, stalking over to Izuku who held his ground. “You’re the one causing all this mayhem, and you’re not going to even explain it to me?!”

“What’s the point, y/n? So that you can cry the next time we meet? You’re not going to give me mercy! You don’t understand! So why should I bother?!” Izuku’s face clouded, angry, and focused. You’re almost nose to nose as you roll your eyes.

“Because you fucking love me!” You hiss, shoving Izuku with your full strength. This entire time you’ve been able to pull off using mere fractions of your strength. Enough to play fight with Izuku, but definitely not enough to send him stumbling backward.

Izuku’s green eyes snap on you as he gathers his balance. The freckles on his forehead disappearing as he furrows his eyebrows. “Don’t do this.”

“Do what? I just found out my fiancée is a fucking spandex-wearing wanna-be-hero!”

“I AM A HERO!” You scream, your hands pulling at the roots of your hair. Your heart is racing in the worst of ways, you feel faint, ready to fall over and never wake back up. “I save people nearly every damn day, Izuku! I save people from you! What the actual fuck is wrong with you?!”

There’s a glower on his face, and you know it’s because you’re putting Izuku on a fence he doesn’t want to be. A fence that he hates. Izuku always had something to say, he wasn’t one to pretend to not have an opinion, and so this was killing him.

“Some people in this world deserve to have checks,” Izuku states his voice steely calm, his eyes raging. “I don’t do anything to people who don’t deserve it.”

Your nostrils flare, and you can feel your throat thick with emotions. What the actual fuck was he on? “Really? Do these people deserve to die? People fucking deserve to get their life blown to shreds because of what? Because you think they’re corrupt? Oh, grow the fuck up, Izuku! No, I don’t believe your bullcrap! Do you think I really haven’t tried finding correlations? Correlations for every single crime you committed? Yes, these people are terrible! But that’s why we have other ways of stopping them! You can’t play fucking god and decide whether these people deserve to live or not! What the fuck is wrong with you?!”

You’re pressed flat against his chest. Your chest heaving with lack of air and overwhelming emotions. Izuku’s face contorted with anger. His green eyes flashing before sinking into blackness.

Then you say words you wish you could regret, words that broke your own heart as you said it.

“How can you expect me to love someone like you?”

His lips are on yours suddenly.

“This is fucking why I kept it a secret from you all along, I knew you wouldn’t agree.” Izuku heavily pants against your lips.

You reciprocate his kiss. Your fingers bunch around his green curls as he picks you up. Your chest burning from lack of air as his fingers dig into your sides. “Shut the fuck up, Izuku!” You snap, pulling on his hair so harshly his head snaps up. Your lips attack his neck as soon as you see his exposed skin.

You bite harshly against his neck. Its less of a nibble that people usually use for hickies, and instead it’s a full-blown bite. Izuku lets out a snarl as after you bite down again, your hot tongue goes to soothe the inflamed skin.

He pants as he tosses you on the bed a movement you’ve always enjoyed, and even now still do. Izuku’s shirt is quickly taken off his body, and you stare at the scars on his body. The overwhelming realization that every single scar caused by you. You had scarred him. You hate to admit it, but that horrible realization sends a pool of heat down to your cunt. You rub your thighs together as he climbs over you.

“The world’s greatest hero Zeal is about to be fucked by her greatest enemy,” Izuku mutters as he presses his mouth back against yours.

The kiss feels poisonous. Your skin burning in every place he kisses you. It’s corrupt and you know it. But… his touches are also your antidote. His trailing hands that grip your breast. You arch off the bed and your erratic heart stirs. Your face twisting as you let out a moan. His tongue slips into your mouth, his hot and heavy tongue.

It dances around in your mouth, a dance that makes you think of your rooftop dance. It’s attacking, evading, pulling each other close for no reason other than to fluster the other.

You slip your hand down from his neck and grasp his dick through his pants. A low hiss from Izuku makes you swivel your hips in anticipation. “You’re not my greatest enemy.” You sneer, as you look at Izuku’s dark eyes that are full of want and need. “I don’t have a great enemy, don’t be giving yourself credit where it doesn’t belong!”

He slams your shoulders back onto the mattress. You glare at him as green electricity emerges from his forearms. You’re own energy seconds from materializing, but instead, he uses it to split the dress you’re wearing wide open. The tearing of the fabric makes your eyes run wide as you can not believe he just ruined your favorite dress. “Whoops.” Is all he says before attaching his lips onto your breasts.

His mouth attacks a sensitive part of your breast. You let out a staggering moan. Your legs clenching together at the overwhelming pleasure just by his touch. You hate that. Your arms move to remove the bra from your body, and you grin at his expression. He didn’t like that at all.

“Whoops,” You taunt, a simper blazing over your features. “Did I do something wrong?”

Izuku’s nostrils flare now and you roll the two of you over, your strength catching him off guard as you pinned him down. You roll your hips against his crotch, and you delight in the fact that you can feel his boner right on your ass. “Wow,” You mutter as you give another roll, you turn your attention towards his restrained pants. Izuku curses your name as you glance back at his scrunched up face. “Do you want me to do something about it?” You ask a taunt in your tone.

A sadistic smile fills your face as he nods his head rapidly.

“Sorry, I only help out good people.” You spit, your ass dragging roughly against his bucking hips again. You smack his chest, not at all liking the disobedience. Not liking the fact that he ruined everything by doing this to the two of you. Your anger is almost palatable, and in your mental fight, Izuku flips the two of you over, dragging you to your knees.

“Would you shut the fuck up, and open your mouth like the good girl you are?” Izuku commands as he takes off his pants. You can’t help the shiver that rolls under your skin at the sight of his dick springing free.

“Just because I’m a hero, doesn’t mean I’ll be helping you out.” You state as you stare at him unimpressed. Although at the moment you want nothing more than to go down on his impressive length. “I only help out people who need the help, not---mmph!!” His mouth is on yours again, and he sits down on the mattress.

His fingers moving to pinch and pull your aroused nipples, “Would you shut up and suck my damn dick?!” Izuku pants against your mouth and you nod, giving in.

Your hand has a vice grip over his twitching cock, and you smirk up at Izuku. His eyes hooded as you stare at him.

“I must say,” You begin to confess, as you arch over him. Your free hand tracing shapes into his thigh as you give the tip of his head a few kitten licks. Smiling when you see the clear pre-cum escaping the tip. “Aren’t you at all embarrassed to admit that the greatest superhero has you on the--”

Your words silenced as Izuku takes your head and sinks your mouth around his dick. You resist the urge to gag as his cock hits the back of your throat. “You can’t fucking talk with my cock down your throat can you?” Izuku hisses as you moan softly around his dick. “Try fucking talking more, see where that fucking gets you.”

You bob your head against his length, smirking when his head throws back. His hips snapping against your mouth. You gag slightly this time. The wet sounds and struggling breathing turning Izuku on further. He increases his speed.

You drop your jaw further. Your fingernails scratching the underside of his dick as he fucked your face. “Shit, y/n!” He grunts as he vehemently continues pounding away. His brows scrunched as his pleasure was slowly winning over him. Your eyes begin to water slightly as the lack of oxygen burns your lungs. The size, and girth of his cock stretching out your throat as you sank all the way down to the base of his cock. It was turning you on so much as you once more moaned. “You take my cock so good, like a good fucking whore,” Izuku growls as he brushes your hair out of your face, and your nose is now in contact with his lower hips.

You hold onto his moving hips, your gagging was a noise that was happening a lot more now, but Izuku didn’t care. His musty scent was overwhelming and you moan louder, why was he so damn alluring. He was relentless in your mouth. Your pussy was throbbing in anticipation for him to finish with your mouth. “Fuck,” Izuku hisses. You can’t prepare as his hot sticky seed shoots down your throat, and you pull away gasping for air.

His mouth is on your again, and his tongue slips into your mouth. His cum is still in your mouth, and when he pulls away, a saliva trail mixed with both his spit and cum. Izuku snarls as you continue panting for air.

“Now lay down and spread your legs open, like the fucking slut you are,” Izuku growls into your ear and you can’t help but nod. You slip off your soaked panties and get on all fours.

You toss your head back to stare at Izuku who’s busy rubbing himself, getting ready to come inside of you now. His eyes lock on yours, and a fire erupts in your belly at the sight of your disregard for his directions. You grin wickedly, like hell he was getting his way.

He drags you to him, and you yelp in surprise until the tip of his cock is rubbing up against your aching entrance. “Why are you so bad at following directions?” Izuku groans as he presses kisses down your stomach.

“I only follow people I respect,” You sigh as the tip of his dick enters your sopping cunt, and you move back onto it.

You can’t see his expression, you refuse to look back. You aren’t sure if it’s hurt, lust, or anger but he stills. You’re about to call out his name feeling guilty but he enters you without warning. Completely. With no warning.

“Shit!” You shriek. Your arms almost giving out on you as his dick stretches out your throbbing pussy in only the best of ways.

“You may not like my decisions as a… villain,” Izuku huffs as he slams into your again, your body moving with his thrust. “But here you are. Pussy dripping for a villain, back arched heavenly for a villain, the man making you feel this way is a villain.” With every phrase, he slams into you, and you hiss. He was too fucking huge in your throbbing core.

You move backward. Your pants are harsh as the movement was something you much more enjoyed. “Don’t worry…” You wheeze as his lips trail down your spine again, his fingers circling your clit. “This will be the only time.”

He freezes within you, but you don’t care, as you slam yourself back against him. An animalistic growl rips from his throat as he begins pounding into you. It’s different from usual. Unlike any other time, he’s not holding back, he slams into you without mercy, without care, without caution.

The feeling is almost overwhelming, his fingers digging into your clit as he thrusts in and out. You curse as his waist slams into your ass. The sounds of your rutting bodies making very loud sounds throughout your room. You mewl as his fingers pinch your throbbing clit. Electricity running through your veins, as your arms give out. Your chest pressed into the mattress. Izuku is drilling into you, his hips slamming into your spasming body.

“Baby!” You cry out, unable to keep yourself from using a pet name as he hits your g-spot.

“I know,” Izuku pants harshly.

Your eyes roll to the back of your head as his hips never falter. They continue to hit again and again into your g-spot. Your legs shaking completely as you struggle to keep up with him. Stars are forming in your vision as moans continue to pour from your mouth. His name a repeating verse on your tongue. Izuku uses this as fuel, as ambition as he continues to circle his fingers into your clit. His hips were merciless as he shoves your chest further into the mattress.

“FUCK!” You scream as your orgasm is teasing you with a release. “Let me come, ‘Zuku, please! Fuck! You’re so fucking good to me, let me come around your cock please!” You beg your pride now out of the window as you only wish to come around his throbbing dick. “Baby, please! I need… ohh my god… I needa--”

The coil in you is burning, the fire is everywhere throughout your body, and you’re finally tipping over.

“Come for me, love.” Izuku hisses as he presses his sweating forehead to your back. His fingers pinching both your throbbing clit and sensitive nipple.

The coil snaps, and you come hard around his spasming dick, his name a scream in your mouth. Your pussy clamps like a vice around his dick, you pant for air, and you feel Izuku shudder. He was close.

You turn your head to watch his screwed up face as he chases his orgasm. You smirk as you feel your walls clench around him again, and again. He can’t handle it anymore as he comes within you. His dick slips out from inside you, and you groan at the lack of feeling as he collapses beside you. You smile as you sink into the mattress beside him.

Green eyes meet y/e/c.

It’s over.

The smiles of love and post-sex feelings disappear. Sadness filling its space instead, and you stare.

This wouldn’t work. This couldn’t work.

“I--I’m…”

“I know.”

“Izuku…”

“I do love you.”

“I-I love you, too.”

“I’m sorry it came down to this…”

“I am too.”

“You can keep my stuff.”

You nod your head as you watch him roll off your bed and dress.

Izuku walks away leaving you on your bed. Alone. Cold.

Izuku is panicking, what is he supposed to do now?

“Izuku?!” You yell, and he knows it’s wrong, but his heart jumps in hope. “I love you.”

Your lips are over his again, and Izuku wants nothing more than to turn the clock. To go back to that first night when he saw you from across the bar.

You pull away before Izuku can have enough, your hands lingering in his before you turn away. Tears streaming down your face.

The diamond engagement ring seemed dull in his fingers. It was nothing but a promise to each other that was never meant to be.

Now, what were the two of you to do?

All was fair in love and war, but neither one of you wanted a life without the other.

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Yandere!Alien (Atlas) Pt1

A/n:Got this idea and just had to write it👽

Warnings⚠️: gore?

'So this is what they meant when they said humans are made of stars' Altas thought,scoffing as his hands dug deeper into the open chest cavity of the man laying in front of him. The smell of iron was heavy in the air as blood pooled around them,staining the overalls Atlas had taken from him

"ꉓꂦꎭꍟ ꂦꈤ! ꀤ ꀭꀎꌗ꓄ ꈤꍟꍟꀸ ꌩꂦꀎꋪ...ꍏꃅ ꃅꍏ!" The man was still alive,his quick breaths coming out gargled as blood gathered in his mouth. Atlas moved his hand up into the man's throat, his fingers wrapping around his larynx.

He pressed his pointed nail into the soft tissue,a glowing green liquid flowing into the mans veins,spreading across his face and neck. Atlas sighed as he watched the man squirm,his strength slowly fading.

"ᖘ꒒ꍟꍏꌗꍟ ꌗ꓄ꂦᖘ ꎭꂦᐯꀤꈤꁅ ꃅꀎꎭꍏꈤ. ꀤ ꂦꈤ꒒ꌩ ꈤꍟꍟꀸ ꓄ꂦ ꓄ꍏꀘꍟ ꀤꈤ ꌩꂦꀎꋪ ꒒ꍏꈤꁅꀎꍏꁅꍟ ꍏꈤꀸ ꌗᖘꍟꍏꀘꀤꈤꁅ ᖘꍏ꓄ꍟꋪꈤꌗ. ꅏꂦꈤ'꓄ ꌃꍟ ꒒ꂦꈤꁅ." True to his word,Atlas moved his hand out of the man only a few seconds later,a satisfied smile on his face.

"There! Ain't that much better?" He said gleefully,testing out his new voice,the slight southern drawl making him pause. "Weird,not what i expected it would sound like after i heard you scream."

Atlas shook his head " well I guess it doesn't matter. Now,lets close you up shall we?" He smiled,moving to stand up and walk back to his landing area to find the tool he needed.

He froze however when he heard a click,followed by something cold and hard pressing against the back of his head.

"M-make one move and I'll blow y-yer goddam brains out!" Atlas sighed and stood up,hearing the person behind him gasp and stumble backwards, falling over and dropping his gun in the process.

Atlas turned around and looked down at the terrified man,blinking in surprise as he saw the striking resemblance between him and the other man who was barely clinging to life behind him.

"D-demon" Atlas heard the man mumble as he picked up his shotgun,pointing it at the 7ft tall blood coved figure in front of him. "Y-you killed my brother"

Atlas frowned,trying to find the right words to tell the man that his brother wasn't dead. He moved forward only to stop when he heard a loud bang,followed by a seering pain in his side as the man pulled the trigger.

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You always loved coming to visit your uncle. His small cabin in the woods was so peaceful,a huge change from the city life that you were used to.

There was nothing but farmlands and forests for miles, so apart from the occasional sound of an animal,it was quiet.

You were alone in the cabin. Your uncle left earlier to go to work,leaving you to do what you wanted until he came back.

Of course, there wasn't much to do,so you opted for sitting in front of the old box tv in the livingroom,eating microwave pizza and trying to solve crossword puzzles

It wasn't much,but it kept you entertained. The TV was only on for backround noise,but occasionally something interesting caught your eye,like when the news broadcaster started talking about a foreign object entering orbit.

It didn't hold your attention for long though,because soon after she said that the signal cut out,leaving nothing but static on the tv. You sighed but didn't bother to try and fix it, only shrugging before going back to your puzzle.

About half an hour and 3 puzzles later you decided to go to bed,seeing as your primary source of entertainment was down and you already finished the last slice of pizza.

After a short shower,you threw on a oversized t shirt and went to brush your teeth,moving sluggishly through your suitcase to find your toothbrush.

After finally finding it along with your mouthwash and hairbrush,you moved back to the bathroom. You desperately tried to keep your eyes open as you moved the toothbrush through your mouth,nearly falling asleep at the sink before a loud bang sounded out outside.

You let out a short scream,your toothbrush slipping through your fingers as you jumped. You scrambled to try and catch it only to loose your footing and fall over backwards,hitting your head on the side of the tub.

You sat there for a second,toes curling in pain as your hands shot up to where your head was throbbing.

The pain subsided after a few seconds,and you cursed your neighbors for thinking it was okay to start shooting at this hour of the night,slowly standing up and making your way back to your room.

"Stupid Clive and his stupid guns. It's 2 am for god sakes. I'm gonna give him a piece of my mind when i see him again that no good little-" you stopped abruptly as you heard something shuffling outside.

"Whaaaatt the fuck" you whispered to yourself,slowly moving towards the front of the cabin to peek out the window. You grabbed a phone on the way,getting ready to call your uncle if it was something serious.

Pulling back the plaid curtain,you scanned the dimly lit porch,holding your breath in anticipation.

Once you were certain that there was nothing there,you let out a relieved sigh,moving to close the curtain and finally go to bed,when a very large blood covered hand slammed against the window.

You let out a scream,your knees going weak, once again sending you towards the ground. You grabbed the phone,filled with adrenaline as you started dialing your uncles number until-

"H-help. Puh-please! I-I need help" you paused putting the phone down and listening. You heard a pained groan followed by a weird chittering noise.

You slowly got onto your knees,peeking out the window,passed the bloody handprint,to see a person laying on the wooden porch,covered in blood.

"Oh shit!" You ran towards the door,not even hesitating as you threw it open,rushing towards the person.

"Oh shit oh fuck a-are you okay? Oh damnit! come on lets get you inside." The man groaned and sat up slowly,and you had to keep yourself from gasping at not only his height,but also the mess of unnaturall, almost glowing neon green hair on his head,almost completely covering his eyes.

"Holy shit." You heard the man let out a pained chuckle "wow your teaching me all sorts of new words"

You raised your eyebrow,wanting to ask him what he meant when he let out another groan. "Ah,lets get you to the bathroom yeah? We got a first aid kit in there i think." You quickly stood up,throwing his large arm over your shoulders and trying to help him up. He must've noticed your struggle, because he let out another chuckle and supported more of his own weight, only occasionally leaning on you as you led him to the bathroom.

It was only when you saw him under the florescent light when you noticed that his skin had a strange greenish hue to it,and he was wearing clothes that didn't really seem to fit him properly. You paid no mind to it as you helped him sit down on the toilet,frantically scrambling to find the first aid kit.

"What happened to you? You look like you were run over." You cringed at yourself. You really didnt mean to sound so blunt but you were still filled with adrenaline from the big ass scare he gave you.

"A silly human shot me with his primative weapon. Unfortunately i couldn't reach my ship in time to grab any of my healing supplies or any proper covering so i opted for finding the nearest form of civilization."

You paused at his words,slowly turning to look at him,first aid kit clutched in your shaking hands. You looked up at his tall form sitting calmly with his hand pressed against the wound in his side,his jet black eyes looking straight into yours.

Wait a minute

Black eyes.

"H-human? Ship? What the fuck are you on about my guy?" He smiled sweetly,showing off his razor sharp teeth. Al three rows of them.

Your eyes widened as you slowly backed away,causing his smile to fade. "Oh! Oh nono no human don't look so afraid! Im not here to hurt anyone! And I'm certainly not going to hurt you after you let me into your home"

You shook you head and stood still,not letting your gaurd down just yet. "How do i know your telling the truth? What are you?"

He made a little chittering noise,moving a bit of neon green hair out of his eyes. "Ah yes. I forgot your species hasn't had any public outside contact yet. My name is Atlas. I am what your kind know as an 'extra terrestrial' or an 'alien' or whatever" he stood up,slowly moving towards you.

He stopped just inches away and bent down to look you in the eye,his own black orbs glistening in the light. "As for the whole truth thing,well I really don't have any reason to lie to you pet."

He placed his large hand over the first aid kit,gently pulling it from your grip and moving closer towards your face,his nose brushing yours. You felt heat rise to your cheeks as he sighed softly.

"Your a good little human right? So i really have no desire to hurt you." He suddenly stood up straight, making you squeal softly. "But i do really need you to help me repair my injuries."

You let out a breath that you didn't know you were holding,before looking up at Atlas,who was struggling to open the box,turning it over in his hands multiple times.

After taking a few more deep breaths,trying to process everything,you giggled softly making him stop and look at you.

"What are you doing?" Atlas huffed and felt around the box again. "Where is the scanning device?? How do you open this stupid thing??" Your giggles turned into full blown laughter as you took the box from him,pressing the small latch and opening the box.

He looked at you in awe for a second before crossing his arms. "Primitive human devices" you snorted as you laughed harder ,bringing your hand up to your mouth to try and stop the noises.

Atlas gave you a deadpan look scoffing and sitting back down on the toilet. Once you calmed yourself down enough,you moved over to him. "Wow i can't belive i was terrified of you a second ago" you smiled pulling down the straps of his overalls.

He scoffed again and bared his teeth. "Oh you should be terrified now little human. Lauging at my struggles. How dare you" you laughed again,before lifting his shirt amd kneeling between his legs to be eyelevel with his wound. "My name is (Y/n) by the way. Not "little human" you stared in slight surprise at the odd dark blueish color of his blood before grabbing a rag from the box and covering it in rubbing alcohol.

Atlas made a noise as you pressed the alcohol covered rag onto his wound,leaning back to grant you more access.

He hummed as you continued to clean the wound,a small smile on his face. "I'll call you whatever i want little human" you looked up at him,confused at his happy tone.

"Doesn't this hurt? Why do you look so happy?" Atlas chittered again and looked down at you "I like the burning."

You blushed a bit and opened your mouth to say something before a loud knock came from the front door.

"Damnit what now?" You stood up slowly,throwing the rag in the sink. "Just be quiet,they'll think no ones home." You grabbed a bandage from the box and went to bend down again and finish fixing his wound before a familiar voice stated yelling at the door as the banging continued.

"(Y/n)! You in there? It's Clive! Ya gotta get out here i think that thing made its way into your house!" You raised your eyebrow and looked back at Atlas.

"Thats the human who shot me. He must've followed my blood the cretin." You sighed and put down the bandage "I'll be right back okay? Just lemme go take care of this."

You only got so far as the bathroom door before you felt arms wrap around you,pulling you back. "No! Your MY human. I wont allow that disgusting cretin anywhere near you."

You looked up at Atlas,who had his teeth bared. He was starting intensely in the direction of the front door,where the banging now turned frantic,along with the voices.

"Atlas just let me get him to leave. I won't be long i promise."

He looked down at you,his eyes gleaming dangerously. You squimed a bit,feeling his grip falter as you pulled out of his arms. "I-ill be right back okay?"

You pushed him back into the bathroom,closing the door behind you and making your way over to the front of the house.

"I'm coming Clive calm down." You sighed as you opened the door,putting on your best 'just woke up' look. "What do you want? Its really late."

Clive looked panicked. His flannel shirt was covered in a mix of dark blue and crimson and he had a shotgun in his hand.

"(,Y/n)! Thank God your okay! I was bouta break down the door cause i thought somethin' happened to ya. Theres somethin'out here. A demon or somethin'. It killed Marcus. It killed my brother" you stared at Clive as he sobbed,not sure what to do.

He couldn't be talking about Atlas right? He said it himself,he didn't come here to kill humans. You looked back at the bathroom and saw Atlas standing there,a feral look on his face. "Fuck" you whispered moving outside and closing the front door.

Clive calmed down and looked at you confused. "S-sorry Clive. I haven't seen anything. But if you want I'll call the cops for you okay? Or the ranger?" Clive ignored your frantic words and tried to move passed you to the door

"Are ya hidin' it in there? You are arent ya? Let me in there (Y/n). I'm going to kill that fucking thing!" You moved in front of him

Trying desperately to stop him from going in.

"Wait Clive you can't just-" you squeaked as he grabbed your arms trying,throwing you to the side and opening the door,his gun ready.

He moved into the house and you scrambled to get up and stop him,only to be pulled back down,a hand covering your mouth.

You looked behind you and saw Atlas glaring at the door,his sharp teeth bared. He picked you up and threw you over his shoulder,you groaned a bit as his shoulder knocked the wind out of you,and Clives frantic footsteps could be heard rushing back towards the porch.

Before he made it out the door,Atlas had already started running across the open field in front of the house.

You heard Clive yell something before running out after you,but at this point it wasnt likely for him to catch up.

"A-Atlas where are we going?" He let out a grunt and stoped,putting you down but not letting go of your arm. "We're going to my ship. That stupid human ruined everything. And he has the gull to blame me for his brothers death? Honestly."

You stumbled after him,desperately trying to keep up. ""S-so you didn't kill his brother?" Atlas scoffed. "Of course not. That idiot just got on the way before i could

Heal him."

You raised your eyebrow as he finally came to a stop,letting go of your arm and dashing towards the green and blue pod that stood on a scorched plot of grass. "What do you mean heal..."

Your question died in your throat as your eyes landed on what you recognized to be Clive's younger brother Markus,laying on the blood stained grass with a blank look in his glassy eyes. His chest was ripped wide open,displaying all of his organs.

"He got in the way of my ship before i could grab the device i needed to heal him. I never meant for him to-" Atlas looked up from his pod,having already found what he was looking for to heal his wound,only to see you backing away,tears slowly dripping down your face.

"Hey. Whats the matter? Huma-" Atlas was cut off when you turned around and started running back towards your cabin. He let out a low growl before sprinting after you,catching up in a matter of seconds and grabbing your arm.

You struggled as he turned you around,trying to get you to stop squirming. "Listen! I didn't kill him!" You struggled more as you heard Clive's voice in the distance,screaming for you.

Atlas growled again and pushed you to the ground,pinning your arms to your sides. "I didn't kill the human,but if you don't stop struggling right now I AM going to kill that one."

You instantly stopped,looking up at him with tearly eyes. "Wonderfull" Atlas said,picking you up once again and carrying you towatds his ship as Clive came into veiw.

"I didn't lie to you human." He started,gently placing your shivering form in his ship. "I didn't come to this dirt planet to harm any humans." He got in next to you and you could only watch as the ship fired up,flashing bright blues and greens before slowly starting to hover,just as Clive showed up.

"I came here to find a pet."

#yandere #yandere boys #yandere imagines #yandere oc #yandere x reader #alien #aliens #teratophillia #aliens man

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fumiko nodded, walking over to the stuttering detective and taking the plushey from his hands softly. she looked at it in silence, almost pouting as she stared at the black and white object.

“i can... keep it?” she confirmed, looking up at shuichi. her expression changed from almost being sad to overwhelming joy as she hugged the whale. she buried her face in the soft material and just stood there for at least 15 seconds before lifting her head out to reveal her wet, red face. maybe it was because she couldn’t remember the last time she had a stuffed animal, maybe it was because it came from shuichi, or perhaps it was her lack of sleep; regardless, she was standing in front of shuichi, hugging a stuffed killer whale, and sobbing.

“it’s- so- cute— i- thank you! thank you, thank you, thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou—” she ran into shuichi’s arms, putting her forehead on his chest and continued to cry with the gift in hers. more words kept falling out of her mouth, but it was all muffled, unintelligible noise. a few minutes pass before she pulls herself together, sniffling as she stepped back a bit.

“...yeah.” she said, eyeing the caramels he had in his hand. fumiko didn’t want to take them if it meant letting go of the other gift he’d given her. she didn’t specify which dorm she was going to, shuichi’s was just her default.

on the way back to his room, fumiko stood so close to shuichi that she’d unintentionally caused him to put his arm around her neck. as soon as she felt the air from outside hit her skin, she remembered that she still needed to shower. squeezing the plush a little tighter, she spoke up, “shuichi?”

once she had his attention and they stopped, her face flushed a bit, “um- i’ve gotta take a shower still and- i mean, i-if you want me to i’ll do it in my room but, uh,” she paused for a moment, embarrassed about what she hadn’t even said yet, “i was wonder- i was wondering if i could use yours instead...? it’s just that- well, with everything i-i’m... i’mscared...” the last part came out as more of a weird squeak than anything comprehensible, and she looked down at the pavement they stood on, skin getting redder for no apparent reason.

“i was also wondering if i could- if you’d let me— i-if you’d be, um, okay with...” she took a deep breath and started again, “ificouldsleepinyourclothesagain— theywerejustreallycomfy a-and soft and—”

fumiko continued to mumble things into her stuffed animal, unintentionally muffling her voice. when she finally stopped talking, she peeked up at shuichi to see his reaction— she wasn’t sure what to expect, it wasn’t like she found herself in this situation very often. well, before her life at this school began, since she seemed to get herself into these types of situations with shuichi all the time now.

(WAAAAAA IM SORRY ITS SO SHORT BUT I HAD FUN WITH IT TOO FHEJFNFNWHGT AND DONT WORRY ABOUT THE WAIT UR GOOD SHDNNSHFBRH)

Somehow, by some incredible statistic, Shuichi had managed to catch everything Fumiko had said, despite it being an unbelievably difficult thing to do.

Shuichi's eyes widened as his face flushed simultaneously, whatever he had been expecting her to say, that had been the last thing on his mind.

"U- um, my clothes?" He spoke as if there was someone else she could've been talking to, but there really wasn't, and there really couldn't be; thank god for that. Everyone had already been asleep, and despite the school not having a single clock on its walls, it was obvious that it had been late enough for no one to be awake at that hour.

He never really thought his clothes would be something Fumiko would actually prefer sleeping in, he had never thought of his uniform as exceedingly soft or comfortable, but maybe that was because he had been living in them for the duration of their stay in the killing game.

"Of- of course!" Backpedal, Shuichi! You sound too eager!

"Um, I mean," He lowered his voice subconsciously, eyes darting all over her face before settling on the plushey (yeah we just spelling it like that now-). "I can't see exactly why, but, yeah, sure...! I just.. Want you to be comfortable." That, and the fact that Shuichi had adored the way she looked in his clothes.

Shuichi had still been extremely flustered and nervous about the usage of his shower, from Fumiko — it's not like he hated it, why would he hate it? Did he like it? Well-

Yes- Maybe- No, it was because he was a stupid little virgin emo boy who had no idea how to manage his feelings —

"Y- Yeah, you can- you can shower in my room, it's- it's just a shower after all, haha..." It was much more than that, well, to Shuichi at least.

Shuichi paused for a second, a nervous smile faltering off his face as his heart-eyes lingered on her from the side of his peripheral vision. Is it really okay to be that criminally cute? A small, silly part of him felt like she was guilty of a dangerous crime and should be arrested.

What was the crime you ask?

Calling him stinky- Stealing his heart.

After forcefully pulling himself out of his daze, Shuichi suddenly stammered over his words, feeling as though it had been hidden in a large pile of wet sand. "U- Um, oh, we're here!" Shuichi hadn't noticed how quickly they had got there, probably because he had been daydreaming of Fumiko- tired.

Shuichi fumbled with the doorknob, gasping silently to himself as he realized he left the door unlocked. Thank god everyone had been sleeping, he thought to himself in relief.

As he brought out another goddamn replica of his signature uniform, he called out as he occupied his hands. "I... Feel like this may be a bit backhanded to say, but please don't hurt yourself in the shower...!" Shuichi wouldn't be able to do anything if she did— well, technically speaking, he could, but he shouldn't.

Shuichi opened his bathroom door, attentive eyes scanning the bathroom for any nasties or secrets that he may have left in there for Fumiko to see, setting the clothes down on the sink table(what is it called-) as he thankfully hadn't caught any.

"Um, I can take the toy for you as you sh-" Just say it, you coward. "Shower. If you want." He held his hand out to take it from her.

#mod chia #rp #teapot anon #WHY AM I SO DAMN SLOW #IM SO SORRY AGAIN #auSDFUBHJKFBJHBDSBF

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European Adventure Part 5 - Peter Parker x Reader

A/N: im backkkkk! im so sorry for the delay but i went to a music festival and got absolutely wrecked and now college has gone back so uploads wont be as frequent but i hope you all enjoy this part!

You and Peter strolled along the streets of Prague, a brisk breeze and shared nervousness causing both your teeth to chatter slightly amidst your fumbling awkwardness. You both searched for the words to begin the conversation but failed, continuing to walk in silence. Your bag was slung over your shoulder, holding the very valuable piece of evidence you were going to present to Peter to either confirm or deny your suspicions.

You made your way over a bridge, arms swinging by your sides. With one swift movement the back of your hands brushed. You both quickly pulled them into yourselves, looking at one another and smiling gawkily. Peter chuckled,

“Sucks that the trip got cancelled.” He said, you nodded.

“Yeah really sucks...” there was a lapse of silence before you spoke again, “especially because you didn’t get to complete your plane, hey?” With this sentence your heart gave a pang, but you masked it but looking at the ground.

“Wait- what plan?” Peter’s voice went up at octave as he asked, genuinely confused. His heart lurched as the first thing his mind went to was the elementals and-

“You know with MJ?” you said, raising your eyebrows as if your answer was obvious. He screwed his face in confusion, so you continued, “you know, Paris, the necklace…” you trailed off. Your voice trembled slightly with the hurt you were feeling knowing that the plan was not intended for you, but also because of your inclination that Peter is Spider-Man.

“What?” he queried. He looked at you astonished- mainly because he had not thought about this plan since the bus to Prague. That when he knew Brad had that photo of him he was petrified he was going to show MJ the photo. But ever since you helped him, without judging, without knowing the full situation- hell, you even distracted the whole class, so he could jump out the emergency exited- he started to see you differently. (Especially after accidentally seeing your texts with your sister, thanks to Edith).

You were just the girl in a couple of his classes, the one he had hung out with on the trip, the one who gave him advice on how to get MJ, the one who had made his heart flutter when you asked to do something together and then made his heart sink when he had to bail for saving-the-world-duties. That’s why he had agreed to hang out with you- to spend more time with you, develop his feelings, and maybe tell you he was over MJ.

“Oh that plan,” he clarified, “oh yeah…” he said quietly before perking up again, “actually, NO!”

His sudden rise in volume made you jump slightly. You turned to him and he did the same, stopping in the middle of the bridge.

“Sorry,” he mumbled sheepishly, “I mean, I have a new plan actually. And I wanted to speak to you about it- “

“I wanted to talk to you about something too.” He was taken aback by your words but nodded, indicating for you to continue.

You took a deep breath before letting the words you had been dwelling over for day leave your lips:

“Is your new plan to do with Spider-Man?”

His face whitened. His eyes widened. You saw his breathing begin to sharpen. His brows pulled together as he tilted his head to side.

Peter was freaking out- how did you figure it out? He knows he hasn’t been the most discrete he could have been about it, but he didn’t actually think you’d put the dots together. He ever had the stealth suit made so that this exact thing would not occur.

His mouth opened and closed repeatedly as he racked his brain for the right words to say, highly aware that the longer it took to do this, the less he was helping his case.

“What!” his voice squeaked as he narrowed his eyes at you, “No! What!” Me, Spider-Man? I’m not- no way! What, um, what gave you that impression?” he stumbled over his words, crossing his arms in an attempt to act nonchalantly.

You pursed your lips together, finding his words unconvincing.

“Well Peter, I mean there was the white string coming out of you in Venice. The ride to Prague where you literally jumped out of a moving bus! The fact you ditched the Opera and then showed up where the monsters were- you knew my name!”

“Have you been watching me, Y/N?” he asked coyly, raising and eyebrow. You were caught off guard- maybe you had been watching him, you did in fact like him, so it was hard to not watch him- but you played it off by scoffing.

“No!” you said (unpersuasively), “and stop trying to change the subject.” You said sternly, pointing your finger at him. He uncrossed his arms and let his shoulders relax, looking at your sincerely.

“I’m not Spider-Man,” and you could’ve almost believed him, “besides that guy last night was Night Monkey.”

“Then why does Night Monkey have the same webs as Spider-Man?” you said, digging your hand into your bag and fishing out the silver contraption. You handed it to Peter, and he took it curiously, seemingly dropping his façade.

He looked at perplexedly, “What is this?”

“I have no idea, it just came off your web last night-“

“Hey, I said it wasn’t me!” he said almost sharply.

“Then where were you last night?” you countered.

“I was sick…” he said slowly. You rolled your eyes slightly.

“You were the last one to come back!”

“I got lost,” he tried to convince you again, but his attempts fell short.;

“Peter-“ you said, beginning to become extremely irritated, but your frustrations were cut short when a beaming light emitted from the silver object. Peter dropped it as it cast a scene in between the two of you.

The monster was swirling around above you before it disappeared.

“What did you do?” you asked.

“I barely touched it,” Peter grumbled, bending down to inspect the device. “What..” he whispered to himself lightly grazing his fingers along the metal and over the- his?- webs. “Does this mean-“

“is all fake?” you said finishing his sentence. You both looked at each other perplexed. Peter picked up the device holding it between the two of you.

“But we were there, everything was real- the destruction, the fire-“

“Wait, we? Peter you just said-“ he ignored you as he continued to ponder.

“Who would do something like that?” his question was answered as quickly as it was asked. The device began to project again, but this time, swirling around the monster was a trail of puffy green smoke…

“Mysterio.” You said, looking back at Peter. He was already looking at you, eyes opened as wide as they could, a look of sheer terror on his face.

“Y/N” he started, “I am Spider-Man” – your heart skipped at the confession- “And I messed up really bad.” He said, cringing at the end of his sentence.

“Wait, you are Spider-Man?” you clarified. He nodded, his face still fear-stricken. “You’re being serious with me right now?!” you screeched.

“Yes, I am. I’m Spider-Man and I need your help.”

“Oh my god, Peter! You’re SPIDER-MA…” you were cut off by his hand covering your mouth.

“Don’t shout it out for everyone to hear! Come on, I’ll explain everything on the way back to the hotel.” He said, taking your hand in his and leading you back along the bridge. Your heart was already beating fast from the confirmation of your reservations but skipped a beat at the feeling of his skin against yours.

On the way back to the hotel Peter explained what had been going on- how Mysterio had showed up and claimed to be a soldier from another Earth. How Mr Stark (who it took you a moment to realise meant Tony Stark aka Iron Man, once you realised Peter had the Stark “Internship.”) gave him the glasses aka Edith and how Mysterio must have been using the same technology to create the illusions.

“I can’t believe I gave Beck those glasses. I cannot believe I was so stupid,” Peter sighed, shutting the curtains in his room. “He’s probably spying on me right now,” he said moving towards his laptop, “or send drone to come and kill me.”

“You had access to killer drones?” you asked dubiously.

“Yeah” he said, almost too indifferently, “but I didn’t really want them especially after I nearly killed Brad.” He slammed the compute shit and walked over towards you, picking up his phone on the way.

“You nearly killed Brad!” you whisper yelled, looking at him scoldingly.

“It was an accident! Besides you helped me!”

You looked at him in bewilderment, “I didn’t help you kill anyone!”

“Oh no, like, you helped me stop the drone that was going to kill him. You know, ‘baby mountain goats’” he said with what you could only assume was a terrible attempt at impersonating your voice.

“Oh,” you said, nodding your head slightly, still confused as to how that situation got to the point that Brad nearly died.

“Anyway,” Peter said shaking his head, changing the subject, “I have to call Mr Fury and tell him that Beck’s a fraud, but I think he tapped my phone…” he said trailing off, looking up at you for support.

“What are you going to do?” you asked softly. You could see the cogs turning within his rich brown eyes.

“Uh, well I need my suit,” he said, grabbing the large black bag from the corner arm chair. “And I have to go to Berlin and talk to Mr Fury in person.”

In one swift movement he unzipped the bag and emptied its contents on to the bed, before moving his arms to the bottom of his torso and lifting his shirt over his head.

He turned to look at you in embarrassment, eye wide open. Your eyes however were drifting lower and lower from his eyes down to his toned chest…

Peter cleared his throat awkwardly. “Um,” he started, still looking at you but at a loss for words.

“Oh! Sorry,” you said blushingly before turning around. You hair created a curtain around your head, but you found yourself twisting slowly on the spot to have another look-

“No! That’s so wrong and pervy” you thought, but still found yourself trying to catch a glimpse of his abs through the gaps of your hair. You saw movement from the corner of your eye and turned to see the hotel room door open. There stood Ned, a look of mild stress on his face.

Peter turned around and saw his best friend and sighed, “Oh, Ned, perfect.”

“Costume looks great!” he spoke quickly, eyes darting between you and Peter. You narrowed your eyes at him, “for the costume party…” his voice trailed off as Peter shook his head.

“She knows, I told her.” He clarified, and you see Ned visibly relax against the door frame.

“That’s cool,” he nodded.

“Technically, I think I figured it out,” you said somewhat cheekily. You turned to Peter with your brows raised when a voice carried from behind you.

“See, another person figured it out Peter. You have got to get better at this.” MJ was now stood behind Ned, arms crossed across her chest. Peter frowned at her, but you could only see his eyes squint because of the suit.

“MJ knows too?” you asked.

“Yeah, I figured out a long time ago,” she replied, “like, a really long time ago. You know, you really should have a better hold on your identity by now…”

“We can work on better hiding my identity when I get back,” Peter interrupted, waving a hand dismissively at her.

“Okay,” she said looking disinterested, “I’ll pencil you in.” she deadpanned. Peter grunted, clearly frustrated with his friends antics before continuing.

“Mysterio is a fraud,” he explained to them. Ned looked confused.

“But he saved me and Betty’s lives. Y/N was there too.”

“It was fake,” you stated, “he’s using illusion tech.”

“He’s using these hologram projectors to create the whole thing.” Peter continued. Ned’s eyes widen whilst Michelle’s continued to be impartial.

“Wow that’s…crazy.” He said anxiously.

“Yeah,” you sighed, looking at Peter. Both Ned and MJ noticed the way your eyes lingered on one another. MJ’s lips fell into a smirk whilst Ned said,

“Were you guys working the case or something?” he laughed light. You nodded,

“Kind of, although, it has been mostly me,” you whispered the last part, bring the back of your hand to the side of your lips. Ned’s brows creased.

“Look Ned,” Peter said stepping forward, “I need you to call May and ask her to call Mr Harrington and say that I’m going to be staying with family in Berlin until this all blows over.” He spoke quickly, you having to blink a couple times to keep up and comprehend what he was saying.

Without hesitation Ned affirmed, “yep, got it.”

“Wow,” you said in astonishment, “you came up with that so fast. You lied so easily,” looking between the two of them in surprise. Ned chuckled humbly.

“Get used to it,” MJ said, picking at one of her nails, clearly not as invested in this as the rest of you were.

“I gotta go,” Peter said, placing a gloved hand on your shoulder as he moved passed you. As he opened the curtains you saw a glint of light reflective off some silver.

“Wait,” you stopped him, grabbing the projector and chucking it at him. “You’re going to need this.” He caught it in one hand with ease.

“Don’t tell anyone about this okay?” he said, “anyone who knows about this in danger.” You nodded. He pulled his mask down over his eyes and with a THWIP had swung out the window.

You let out a sigh and let your shoulder relax. Ned’s voice cause you to turn to him.

“So, you know too?” he said. “That’s cool, we have a bit of a squad going here,” he laughed comically, referring his hand over his should to MJ who was still stood by the door. “But you know I’ve known first and the longest… but it’s not a competition,” he assured.

You laughed slightly at him, “Okay, Ned.” You said turning back around to look out the window thinking- What the hell have I gotten myself into now?

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