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brodieland · 6 days

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.˚ 𓈒 ࣪.𝝑𝝔 10 Things I hate about you ´ˎ˗

Percy Jackson x Fem!ReaderSynopsis: you and Percy make up, and head out to the beach together !! Warning(s): cursing Word Count: 1911 A/N: Percy and the beach, yummyyyy😋

╰➤ MASTERLIST pt6

Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.

If there was one word to describe how Percy felt, it was stupid. He'd completely messed things up with you, and now he felt like shit. He was currently having lunch with Jason, Leo and Charles, whilst complaining about his problems to them.

"Dude, whats she saying about me," he asked.

"That your an asshole," Leo said.

"And some other words we don't feel comfortable repeating," Charles added.

"And how did you manage to mess it up that bad," Jason chuckled and Percy just groaned.

"She was drunk, what was I supposed to do??"

"Dude, she's embarrassed. She tried kissing you and you sat there like a deer in headlights," Leo stated like it was the obviously. It kinda was to be fair.

"Well if we want to get technical," Percy held up his finger like he was about to make a point. "We were technically behind the headlights, not in them."

"But if I smacked the shit out of you, suddenly I'm a villain," Leo held his hands up in surrender, and Percy just glared at him.

"Dude, just try apologizing or something," Charles pleaded. At the end of the day, if Percy doesn't make it work with you, then Charles has no Silena.

"Yeah, but um, there's just one more thing I have to take care of then," Percy stood up and walked over to where Luke was sitting with his friends. "Yo, Luke."

He called out and Luke stood up with Percy, moving to speak in private. "Whats up, not here for more money are you?"

"No, the opposite actually," Luke looked at Percy confused. "I don't want you to pay me anymore, I'm done."

"What do you mean you're done?? I haven't taken Silena out yet."

"I don't care, I'm out, do what you want with Silena, but our deal is off. And if she likes you, then your already set anyways," Percy waved off a complaining Luke and went to go find you.

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"Guys are dicks and I hate them," you complained to Piper.

"You just noticed?"

You glared and she just made a face at you. "But seriously, what is his problem??"

"I could probably help you if you ever, you know, told me the problem."

You were kind of embarrassed about it but said it anyways. "It's just, after all these days of trying to take me out, I go in to kiss him and he just sits there?? Like what the hell is that???"

"Weren't you totally wasted? And he like, wasn't?" You slowly nodded. "Don't you realize while you were taking shots on shots he stayed sober and followed you around, and even took you home once he noticed how drunk you got. Of course he didn't kiss you, that'd be, you know, weird??"

You just rolled your eyes. You're a stubborn woman to say the least, so you didn't want to admit she was right. "Whatever."

She chuckled as you both parted ways. You were walking towards the bathroom before class, when you suddenly felt someone pull you by the arm. Before you even had the time to scream you were in janitors closet.

"Who the fuck do you think you are," you turned around and saw Percy standing in front of you. "Oh my fucking god."

You face palmed as Percy started. "Hi."

"What?"

"I'm sorry."

"Really? Because if that's it, I'll be on my way then," you tried to shove him out the way and leave, but he was stronger than he looked. Actually, he did look kind of strong, but that was besides the point.

"I mean it. I didn't want to embarrass you but you were literally wrecked, and I thought you'd hate me if I did anything. Guess either way you would've just hated me or something, I don't know. But look, I'm sorry."

You appreciated the apology, you supposed. "I don't hate you," you said lowly.

"Hmm," you were about to repeat yourself when you saw that smug look on his face, letting you know he definitely did in fact, hear you.

"Don't push your luck, Jackson," you pointed in his face.

"είσαι πολύ όμορφη όταν δεν με θέλεις να πεθάνω, ξέρεις."

"I'll figure out Greek one day, just you wait. I'll find out all the mean things you've been saying to my face," you laughed.

"I'm not insulting you. In fact, I never was."

"Well.. what are you saying then," you asked, and Percy just stared down at you, wondering whether what he was thinking would be a good idea or not. He decided to just stop thinking about it as he held your face and just kissed you.

When he pulled away, all he said was, "Like I said, nothing mean."

He went to walk out but you grabbed his wrist, stopping him from leaving. "Percy.. are you busy later?"

"I may or may not have detention after school," You raised your eyebrow. "I just didn't want to got to math. Shucks."

"Yeah, shucks." It got quiet. "I'll see you later though, right?"

"Right," he smiled, this time letting you through the door. When he followed behind you, he tried ignoring Leo peering out from the end of the hallway as he made his way to class.

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As fast as the school day started, now it was over. Well, not for Percy, who was currently stuck in detention, how fun. Percy was supposed to be writing an essay about why he was in detention and what he could do in the future to prevent him from coming back, but he was just drawing dicks all over his paper, chuckling to himself.

"No noises," the detention supervisor, or soccer coach, shouted out. Percy rolled his eyes, then he heard the door opening, and saw you walking through.

"Hey coach," you greeted as you walked toward the front of the room.

"Sorry Y/N but I'm a little busy," he huffed out as he turned his back towards the class and shuffled through some papers. As he did so, you turned over to Percy, signaling him. to make it over to the window by where the coach was currently facing. Outside the window was a ledge Percy could climb down from, giving him a release from detention. Except you may of whispered to loud, catching the attention of your coach.

"Well, um. I'm just here to talk about some strategies for next game," you said. Thinking of lies on the spot were actually kind of hard.

"And um, what is that?" He was now facing away the window, and Percy was slowly making his way towards it.

"I'm just giving you an idea, something off of what you told us. You know, the diversion plan."

"I taught you that," he questioned as he began to look around the room, but you stopped him by grabbing his face, before he notice Percy, or the lack of Percy.

"Yes you did. Basically we need to be there," you turned his head slightly one way, "Then making the other team turn the other way," you turned his head again and this time letting go.

"And how would we make them turn-" Percy made too much noise when opening the window. "What-"

So you used your last idea, "Like this!" You lifted up your top, no bra. Whoops! Hey, it worked, except Percy almost stopped before coming back to his senses and leaving through the window, finally. "Well, thank you for your time, it was duly appreciated."

You held your head down and laughed as you left the cheering classroom (yes, you have nice boobs, don't even girl), running to catch Percy outside. By the time you reached the front of the school, you were out of breathe. You saw Percy sitting down on the steps as you took a seat next to him.

"Nice 'diversion,'" he joked, caused you to softly punch his arm.

"What? Thinking on the fly is hard."

"S your best idea was to flash your tits to your coach?"

"You know what, if you want to stay here you go do that," you joked as you walked toward your car. Percy just laughed as he followed you.

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"Parlez-vous anglais," Charles read from his book, and Silena repeated back. They were practicing pronunciation as Charles spoke and Silena repeated.

"Est-ce que tu vas un jour me lever et m'inviter à sortir," Silena spoke up, somewhat agitated.

"What," he started flipping through his textbook. "I don't remember reading that."

Silena just rolled her eyes and walked off, leaving behind a very confused Charles.

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'ugh why can't boys take hints'

You laughed at your phone as Silena complained about Charles. Right now you were waiting downstairs in your car while Percy ran up into his apartment to grab a pair of swim trunks. After sneaking him out, you guys spent about an hour an half just driving around, doing nothing in particular. As the sun started to go down, Percy got the idea to eat down by the beach.

You were knocked out of your laughter when Percy banged your window.

"Hey there," he said as he sat back into the passenger seat. You just started driving back to your place for your own swimsuit, thankfully your dad was home to stop you. You grabbed a purple bikini and ran back to your car. "Finally, I'm starving."

"Yeah yeah, slow it down bigback you'll be fine,' you clapped back. You guys made your way to the closest dominos and bought a pepperoni pizza and some cinnamon bread twist (Percy's Treat!!). The smell alone made you want to salivate.

Finally making your way down to the basically empty beach, you laid down a towel as Percy placed the food down. You were both talking and laughing as you watched the sun set into the horizon. You both laid back and watched the sky fade as Percy turned toward you.

"Can I ask you something," he asked.

"Yeah?"

"How come.." he paused, as if trying to find the right words. "you know, you act the way you do?"

"Why I act like this?"

"Not in a bad way of course, but you aren't the friendliest at first, you know. Well yeah you know."

You chuckled, "I don't like doing what people want of me, or expect of me. Being like everyone else is so boring. Why live up to their expectations instead of my own."

"Makes sense, I supposed."

"He supposes," he rolled his eyes and chuckled.

"Can I ask you a question now?"

"Go ahead."

"What happened those eight months you went missing?"

He was quiet and you didn't know if you had taken it too far. "I don't know. Its like I was just asleep and woke up with.."

You tilted your head as he sat up and lifted his shirt. He was covered in scars. "Woke up with these," he finished.

You sat up close to him, and without even realizing it you started tracing them with your fingers. "Sorry, that must've been terrifying."

"Yeah, but it's okay, I guess. Not like I know what happened anyways," he grabbed your hand and held it. You looked up at him, and even in the moonlight, those sea-green eyes still sparked like the sun was beaming. And this time, you were the one who leaned in and kissed him. This really did make up for Friday night, huh.

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✰είσαι πολύ όμορφη όταν δεν με θέλεις να πεθάνω, ξέρεις - you're very beautiful when you don't want me to die, you know ✰Parlez-vous anglais - Do you speak English ✰Est-ce que tu vas un jour me lever et m'inviter à sortir - Are you ever going to stand up and ask me out

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puppyguppy · 8 months

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There's a buzz in the room, a buzz in your bones, but it takes you a few minutes to figure out why. To parse through the various possibilities, probabilities; to figure out the specific frequency and then fixate on it. It's not the television, which you'd earlier turned down to something barely above pleasant mumble. It's mostly just background noise, and the flickering light of a mellow Monday, sometime close to midnight. It's not the hum and occasional, contained clunk and thunk of ice being made in your fridge. And, the screen of your phone remains just as dark as it has been the last couple of hours or so, over on the sidetable. So, it wasn't the vibrations of someone trying to contact you. Lost on confusion and curiosity though, you don't notice that your hand stops. Not until that buzzing suddenly stops, too. You blink, back into your body, and just what your body had been doing. Experimentally, you knead and rub your fingers again, deep into long, soft locks and against a silky scalp. It takes a few seconds -- for that sound, that feeling, to start back up again. And for you to finally figure it out. It's him. Shouta. And he's practically purring in your lap, the air between your legs warm and humid, where he breathes and somehow doesn't suffocate. You've always been just a little claustrophobic; can only have your face covered for so long, by anything other than a mask (or a hand). Meanwhile, the man in your lap falls face-first into so many things; pillows, cushions, blankets, beds (your chest) and can not only sleep like that, but live like that, comfortable and content. He might be feeling a bit more then contentedness right now, though. Were he actually the cat he impersonated so well, you wouldn't be surprised at all to see the slow, rhythmic swish and flick of a tail. Or the droop and twitch of ears. Maybe he'd even go so far as to make biscuits out of your thighs. As it is, he hums and groans against the inseam of your jeans, while you fulfil one of life's few guilty pleasures. Not that you feel guilty about it, gods no, how could you? This was a fucking privilege. An honor, to partake in such a secret practice; petting the Underground Hero Eraserhead into a sleepy, satisfied puddle. You've earned this. You worked hard to get here. And you'll never tell a single other soul, because he has an image to uphold. A reputation to keep. And he'll kill you, if you ever slip. Or, at the very least, let you deal with the villains that learn of such a weakness. Absentmindedly, you drag your nails down the nape of his neck, and his responding shiver rattles through the couch. It's hard to tell, what with the shadows of the room, and the socks on his feet, but you're pretty sure you even see his toes curl from out the corner of your eye. Your heart swells, but your core clenches. You're acting on an idea before it's even fully formed in your head. So it's an impulse, really -- to curl your fingers into a fist, white your knuckles with tension as you knot his hair amidst the clammy palm of your hand, and then pull. You don't yank his hair, but you pull on the strands slowly, steadily, until the pressure brings his head up and off of your lap. And then higher, and higher, until his neck is bent back, and you can look down at his face as he pants into the room. Eyes screwed shut, lashes fluttering, brows crinkled; cheekbones flushed, blushed, but you're not sure if it's from the residual heat of your thighs, or this exact moment. It's another secret, this. How he likes it. This. How he likes it like this. Beautiful, you often call him. Pretty. Handsome, and on on occasion, cute. But, when the mood strikes, like right now? "Gorgeous," is what you call him. "Just wanted to see your face." And, no longer muffled by the flesh and fabric of your crotch, you feel that buzz for exactly what it is. Feel it, hear it, see it, as his mouth drops open just a bit, just enough, to moan.

#midnight munchies for the bestie #aizawa x y/n #aizawa x reader #aizawa shouta #aizawa #eraserhead #gender neutral reader #we love a man not afraid to moan #not inspired by a tiktok for once!

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astyrial · 7 months

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saved by the scream tasm!peter parker x gn!reader (fluff) synopsis: you give spidey an ultimatum word count: 836 warnings: none masterlist | requests are open

maybe queens isn't described as the windy city. but as you sit on your apartment's balcony, you can feel the intense winds of a storm brewing. it brings a warm feeling to your cheeks, a light windburn occurring. you stare out into the fall air and not too far away you can see someone swinging through the air.

the only person who comes to mind is spiderman, the city's unofficial hero. even if the jonah jameson and police chief want queens to believe he's a 'menace', you still believe that he's a hero. and maybe you're a little biased...

"it's freezing out here, what are you doing?" someone questions from above you, his voice music to your ears.

you look up as spiderman lowers down, a costume over his normal spandex suit. it resembles that of einstein. even a grey wig is fastened to the top of his suit, a string tied under his chin to hold it there. as he gets closer you notice grey eyebrows and a mustache seemingly velcroed to his mask.

spiderman even has a lab coat on that is cascading past his head and hitting your balcony. "i could ask you the same question mr. albert einstein," you rest your hands on your hips, a smile gracing your face.

"ahhh so you like it? because i worked really hard to impress that smart mind you have."

"impress me? well all you have to do to impress me is tell me your identity. i will start guessing and then it's all over for you. because i know you go to my school and that we have a class together," you cross your arms in front of your chest, shaking your head a little.

spiderman flips over, his feet landing on the railing of your balcony. he shakes his head, rolling his hands as if he's about to explain some reason as to why you can't know his identity, "it would be unsafe for you to know any of that. i love our little chats but it's not safe."

you raise an eyebrow, an unimpressed look cascading over your face. "not safe? how many times have i helped you stop a villain by just being me with my knowledge? you think i can't handle it?" a scoff quickly follows, you rolling your eyes.

"not that you can't handle it, but if something does happen, it's my fault. i wouldn't be able to handle it if something happened and your parents-"

"so you've met my parents before?"

"y/n-" spiderman begins once more, trying to convince you of something that you're already set on someday knowing.

you shake your head, "no, you can't call me 'y/n' when i can only call you spiderboy. we've been through a lot, you know that. so don't keep coming around and playing with my feelings if i never get to know the real you! either tell me your identity or stop coming here..."

spiderman's eyes widen, surprised that you had such a reaction to not knowing his identity. he always kept it hidden from the people he loved the most. and now the person he has fallen for is standing there telling him to ship out or tell the truth.

"you're right.. i shouldn't be doing this to you. if i tell you my identity, you have to keep it to yourself. you can't tell anyone because it could put any of you in danger. along with my family. y/n, i don't want to lose you, and if that means telling you to keep you in my life, so be it," spiderman jumps down onto your balcony, his hand reaching for yours.

you reach your hand out to grab his, your mouth agape in surprise. you'd finally know who's been hiding behind that mask for the past few months. he grabs the bottom of his mask and starts pulling it up. his chin has slight stubble on it and his face is a lighter complexion.

however, before he can finish pulling it off, someone shouts for help. it's loud, bloodcurdling, and echoes off of the surrounding buildings. spiderman immediately pulls the mask back down before twisting his head in the direction of the scream. he turns back to you, pulling the eyebrows and lab coat off of his suit.

"next time i see you, i'll tell you y/n," he squeezes your hand, a grip that proves just how much he cares about you.

you sigh looking out at the city and then back at him, nodding. "i get it, go save a life spidey. make sure you get back here soon because you can't leave a person hanging like that," the wind rushes past you as he hops onto the balcony's railing.

he turns around once more, nodding towards you. and just like that he's off into the night once more. his suit concealing his identity to everyone including you. honestly, though, you could wait another night if that meant he was saving a life.

#tasm peter parker x reader #peter parker #peter parker x reader #tasm peter parker #tasm!peter parker #tasm!peter x reader #spiderman #spiderman x reader

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devilfic · 4 months

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I just arrived after finding your delicious drabbled about Miquel where he ends up spareing with the reader and i-

I'm here looking directly at it 👀👀👀 it was soooo good and it's giving me huge brain worms!

Do you mind a small request? Somethkng along those same lines but reader and him end up facing an anomaly/enemy too dangerous that among has Reader killed, and that is where flight of right kicks in, and they are the one to bite the villain

And bam turns out they also have venom but... a more deadly kind of venom, and they never used it or told anybody because it happened something badnin their original world and had to hide it not to end up in danger

I see the vision, but walk with me

❝things we do❞

plot: you lost your husband in another universe. you wouldn't make that mistake again... even if it meant betraying the promise you made to yourself. pairing: miguel o'hara x gn!reader. cw: kinda dark!miguel, slightly ooc miguel, angst, established relationship, major character death (in alternate universe), takes place before atsv, dubious morals, murder, miguel brings a sort of "killing is ok under certain circumstances" vibe to the spider society that the spider society don't really like, happy ending? you decide. words: 2.4k.

The weight on his chest is unbearable, stronger than anything he's ever handled before, and he hasn't felt this kind of fear in a while. He's staring at the mauling dog of a villain that he's barely holding back and thinking that this might be it. The other Spiders are busy fighting off its minions, he's lost too much blood, and this thing—in its animalistic haze that has rendered its humanity an unwilling witness—wants him dead. And you, somewhere across the room... he won't even get to say goodbye. There'll be nothing left of him to do so.

His arm is broken, pinned under one massive paw, and the other is stuck between the gnashing teeth of his soon-to-be killer. The suit is breaking. He can hear Lyla's voice distort. She's calling out to him, begging him to get up.

Miguel looks into the violet eyes of the anomaly whose gigantic canines Miguel's fangs could be no match for. He's going to die alone. He'd bother to sob if the effort to do so wouldn't kill him first. He shuts his eyes when his arm slackens a little, struggling to hold the monster back, and lets himself make peace with it. Whatever there is beyond this, he hopes his little girl will be there.

He feels the drip of the monster's hot drool on his face and awaits death like a gift, but nothing happens.

Well, something happens, but not to him. He feels the spray of something hotter on his eyelids, so hot it's almost boiling, and then the weight of his killer swaying one way and another, no longer able to keep his arm in its grip. Miguel opens an eye.

He doesn't know what he's expecting, but it isn't you. You're hanging off the anomaly's back with your face buried in its furry throat. He wonders what you could possibly be doing to it to make it whine for death the way it does. It almost hurts him to hear it.

The anomaly falls to its side, frozen from head to toe as if it had died from shock, and for a moment Miguel thinks that it had crushed you underneath its massive weight. He hasn't any strength left but he feels himself struggling to cry out your name, pushing against the gashes in his torso to try and crawl toward you.

He's on his side and panting when he sees you crawl over the beast and land beside him. Faintly, he's sure he hears your voice asking if he's alright, but his attention catches on red and white.

Gleaming, sharp, white fangs protruding from your mouth and dripping with the anomaly's blood. He's so stunned that he feels his own body seize up too.

He's known you. He's known you inside and out and over and over since you'd fallen into his universe, and he's never seen those.

You touch a hand to your mouth and freeze, and in but a second the fangs are gone as if they were never there. The blood of the anomaly you'd slain continues to dribble down the sides of your lips, though. It waterfalls down your chin, down your neck, down to the ring that hangs there—staining the gold band red. A reminder that it wasn't a trick of the light, what he'd seen. You'd bitten it.

In his position, he could see right into the anomaly's dead eyes. What was once a radiant violet had dulled, become lifeless. It stared back at him in horror. It hadn't expected to die. It hadn't had a chance to put up a fight.

Just what were you?

When Miguel comes to, he comes to violently.

The first thing he senses is the searing pain throughout his body. Every part of him is aching, begging for relief or numbness or amputation. He's never been beaten down this bad. The second thing he senses is the body beside him, propped up in a chair next to what he realizes is a hospital bed. He's... in the infirmary.

Jessica sits upright, her hand grasping for Miguel's but he pulls it away to free himself of the sheets his legs are tangled in. He knows he sounds frenzied and a bit slurred from sleep, but he's certain Jessica hears him asking where you are.

"Hey, whoa, sit back down," and Miguel doesn't have much choice against the full strength of her hand pushing against his chest, "you've been out for a full day. You're in no position to be moving right now."

A day had passed? That unsettled him. He demands to know where you are once more.

Jessica's brows knit together at that. He can tell there's something that's happened, but if there was anything he understood about Jessica Drew, it was that she always picked her words deliberately. Whatever answer she should deliver, she was struggling to.

She joins him on the bed bed, turned away from him, and rests her elbows on her knees. "Lockup."

His blood runs cold. "What?"

"They killed an anomaly, Miguel. You know the rules."

"It was going to kill me."

Jessica finally looks at him, "It?" Miguel swallows. He feels parched. "Miguel, it was a person. A person who wasn't supposed to end up mutated, let alone dead. We could have subdued them some other way. We could've brought them back to HQ, sent them back to their universe, let their Spider handle a cure-"

"Or it could've killed me in the process, which is why-"

"Which is why we've got Spiders working over time to fix the collapse in the wake of their death." Jessica sounds exhausted, and for the first time since waking, Miguel realizes that her marred skin is visible underneath the tears in her suit. "Look, the others don't know yet. They think it was a freak accident. And I'm glad you're alive. Over-fucking-joyed. But your partner... they messed up. Big time. Had it been anyone else, would you be reacting like this?"

Miguel says nothing. He knows the answer, and he's too tired to pretend he doesn't.

Then, the last thing he remembered hovers over his mind's better concerns. He wasn't sure how much Jessica (or anyone) even knew about how you killed the anomaly. You'd kept it from him and he was your lover. He knew everything about you.

Except this. "I want to see them."

"What did I just say?"

"Jessica, I don't care—I need to see them. Please."

"...That doesn't matter. I don't think they want to see you."

Miguel stills. He doesn't even feel the pain anymore, "What?"

"You think any of us were itching to throw them into lockup with you on death's door? They did it to themselves, and they won't talk to anyone. They just keep begging to be sent back to their universe."

Your universe. The universe you dreaded returning to. The universe where you lost your uncle and your aunt and your friends and your husband. He'd never been because you'd asked him never to come. And now you were begging to go back?

The heart monitor beside his bed starts picking up and Jessica places a hand over his. This time, he can't be bothered to pull away, "But maybe," she starts, like she's pushing through a bad idea, "maybe they'll talk to you."

It's hard getting into lockup with thousands of eyes on him, but most Spiders have enough sense to keep their distance. With Jessica clinging to his side and his hand guiding his IV pole alongside him, he's given a wide berth.

Some of the villains aren't so polite, and by the time he's reached your anomaly prison, his blood pressure has spiked enough to warrant putting him back in bed. Instead, he places a hand against the prismatic cage and speaks your name softly.

You look up and his whole world stops.

It's clear you've been crying, but worse than that, you look horrified to see him. You press yourself further away from him, as far as the bench inside will allow you. Your eyes dart to Jessica, "I told you to send me home." You sound betrayed.

"And then what? You can't run from this. Talk it out and see how you feel after." Jessica releases Miguel, giving him but a solemn nod before disappearing off into the main lobby.

"You were going to leave?" Miguel can't help the way his voice cracks. You almost look back at him, then.

It's silent between you for a while. Perhaps you're waiting for him to get frustrated and give up on you, or yell, or bang on the cage until you talk. You avoid his eyes and you keep to your side of the cage, head lowered, fingers trembling in your lap.

Miguel webs a nearby chair to him and takes a seat, "Does anyone else know?"

"No. Just you."

He about sighs in relief when you answer him. "Why did you never tell me?"

You make fists with your hands but they still shake all the same. A beat passes, "Because this isn't the first time I've killed."

Another beat passes. The shock of it is hard to wash down for Miguel. He feels his world teetering on its axis, a breath away from falling and shattering into pieces for the second time in his life. He tries to calm the flurry of thoughts—When? Who? How? Was it justified? Could you justify it to him? Could he justify it to himself, the Society?—and settles on one, "What happened?"

It physically pains you to recall it, and he regrets with everything in him that he had asked you to, "Back in my universe. When I was bitten, I was still learning how everything worked. I wasn't used to being this strong, let alone the venom and I... it was the night my uncle died. I saw the man that did it. And I found him. And I cornered him. And I was so..." You shudder, "I was so angry, Miguel. I wanted to hurt him but a part of me wanted him dead more. And it won."

Miguel and you sit with that. He can almost see it vividly, his own chest swelling with grief for you. For your uncle. For the burden you carry. "And?"

"And I swore I would never do it again. Never. But it... it cost me something, Miguel. And I never told you because I swore I wouldn't do that either. But, clearly, I'm all about breaking promises to myself lately."

Miguel frowns, leaning forward in his chair, wishing he could reach through the amber separating you both and just touch you, "You don't have to tell me. Not if you don't want to."

You finally look him in the eyes and he thinks you're thinking about it. Your mouth drops open anyway, "Remember my husband from that universe? The one I told you I lost because I was just a second too late?" Miguel nods. "I said I thought of every possibility but nothing would work. That was a lie. It wasn't entirely helpless. I could have saved him from that villain. But I would have had to kill to do it, and I just... froze. I just couldn't. And he died because of me."

Your lover shakes his head, warm tears prickling at his waterline, "No, no. No. Don't blame yourself for that. Don't... don't make yourself responsible for that villain's choice."

"But I wanted to, Miguel." You plead, and for the first time since he's sat down, you push yourself closer to him. "I wanted to do it to save him."

Miguel looks around. A nearby anomaly is staring on at the two of you, smirking, twirling a knife in between their spindly fingers. Spiders weave in and out of the room but it's a slow day. No one is around to hear what he says next, what he whispers to comfort you, "You saved my life."

Or what you say back, "I couldn't watch you die again."

It clicks into place. Why you never called your husband by name, why you never wanted him to visit your universe, why you almost walked out of the Spider Society the second you walked in. Why you looked at him, broken and beaten but safe, and recoiled. Why he'd always liked the look of that ring hanging from your neck. Like-

"I would've picked it myself. I can see why he chose it." His finger pokes at the ring with some feeling tugging between jealousy and sympathy. Knowing that it belonged to someone else, that it holds so dear to you even now, and that it was a part of the you that he never got the chance to know. "It's perfect."

You let your head fall to the side and smile into his pillow, "I thought so too."

It's quiet on the top floor. Not even Lyla intervenes. Miguel can't stop himself from asking, "What was he like?"

He half expects you to shut down but you don't. You stare into him, unblinking, somehow here with him and somehow far away, "Brave, kind, dashing in the heroic way and yet he preferred to be behind the scenes. He always supported me. Even before I lost him, he..." You choke up. Miguel's hand finds yours, "...he told me it was okay. That I'd done everything I could do. That he loved me. And that I should love again."

Miguel watches your chest heave with the weight of your confession, but more comes spilling out, "And you know what's funny? You... remind me so much of him. Like his love found me in you."

His mind flashes with images of Gabriella, of the man he'd replaced looking for home, and of the world that fell around him because of it.

And here you were. Telling him that you'd done nearly the exact same thing. Finding him in another universe. Tempting fate.

He should send you back to your universe. That's where you belong. You would have never killed again if it hadn't been for him, and keeping his distance could be the best thing for you.

The anomaly prison falls away. He issues the command to Lyla before he could even register the words leaving his mouth. You watch him in horror as he sits beside you, taking your hands into his own, and kisses your knuckles. His lips stay planted there for a moment, relishing in the feeling of your realness.

It is then that Miguel realizes he cannot bear to let go.

He keeps his head lowered, lips hovering a hair's length from your skin as his eyes lock onto you. You look like you've realized something, like you've been hit with the stunning clarity that you've done something terribly, terribly wrong, "And you won't have to."

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ashlayan · 4 months

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I'm late but happy bday Horropedia 🥺🫶🏻

Tw: SFW, written with a fem reader in mind, a smol amount of angst followed by much fluff.

Pairing: Horropedia (Joshua) x reader.

May this year witness the freedom of Palestine 🇵🇸🇵🇸

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Work in the Foundation was usually fine, the fact you were a Supervising Field Agent usually meant you got assigned, well, interesting field work. But sometimes the higher ups would demand evidence to backup your mission report "Claims", be it for a trial, or an open investigation, and you would need to spend all nighters sifting through both your and your subordinates' files, as well as archived news articles, archived books, archived tapes, or really anything that could be of use.

To say all that left you mentally exhausted would be an understatement.

More than anything, it makes you yearn to finish up work quickly and go home for a hot bath and indulge in your guilty pleasure: Romance Stories.

You're pretty sure anyone of your colleagues hearing about that hobby would be more likely to think they're being pranked than actually believe it.

You, who worked hard and rose quickly within the ranks of the foundation, despite your young age.

You, who thanks to your constant networking and relentless hard work, was the youngest to be awarded with the title of Field Supervisor, bar Vertin of course as she's the Timekeeper.

Exactly why, when asked, you would usually give the far more acceptable "Tennis" as an answer. Really at this point only very few people have any clue about your obsession, and only because they were your classmates back in your more innocent and naive school days. People like this fool who came unannounced, sitting uninvited on your office couch, thoroughly distracting you from your urgent task.

"And then, we're thinking the main character would be revealed to have actually been the real villain all along! Like the serial killer will still remain a separate person, but the way Blonney's thinking of doing it is making Jessica turn out to be even more terrifying!! We'll drop hints throughout the film and-"

And so he goes, on and on. He even stands up and starts pacing as he bothers you further.

You want to groan. This annoying, silly, helpless, cute, sweet, adorkable fool.

"Aren't you supposed to be grounded?" You say deadpan, "What are you even doing here?"

Horropedia stops and turns, facing you properly, "So you can talk!" He practically cries out with mock shock, his face a mask of "disbelief". "Here I thought you'd gone mute, turns out you were just ignoring me." He says as he walks over and plops down on a chair facing your desk.

You roll your eyes refusing to play along. "Some of us have work to get done, Joshua. We're not children anymore, it's high time you start acting like an adult and quit those silly, childish stories."

"Oh?" He says smugly, but you can tell you've definitely hit a nerve by calling him Joshua instead of his preferred nickname. He then proceeds to take a long look around your office, craning his neck this way and that.

You're not sure what he's planning but it can't be anything good.

"Bingo." He says just under his breath as he stands back up and heads for the cupboard you use as a make shift file cabinet. You tense slightly but remind yourself to keep a cool and aloof facade.

He places one hand against a compartment's door and asks: "So then, there isn't a hidden stash of silly, childish romance novels right in here?" He asks, tapping a finger against it.

Go big or go home. "Please, I outgrew that nonsensical hobby ages ago, do you honestly think I have the time to-"

Horropedia then grabs the door handle without permission and proceeds to yank it open-

Or he would have if the door wasn't locked shut. It doesn't even budge.

You smile smugly. "Did no one teach you going through people's belongings is bad manners?"

"Coming from the person who used to steal from my candy stash? I don't wanna hear it." He says dismissively, now focused on intently staring down your cupboard's lock.

You blush, because he's bringing back embarrassing childhood memories of your's, definitely not because he looks really hot when he stops being a lovable goof, or because of the way the light hits his side profile just right and he looks so serious in a rare picturesque way-

You snap yourself out of your reverie just as he brings something out of his utility belt, you blanch when you realize what it is.

"Seriously? Lockpicks? Who goes around carrying those?! Wait- is that how you got out of confinement?!"

Horropedia ignores you and gets immediately to work.

You spring up and rush towards him, only to arrive a second too late as he opens the cupboard with a dramatic flourish, revealing far too many books with cutesy artworks for covers, some with even more tantalizing titles. In fact, their were so many that they proceeded to slide down and out of the compartment, forming a sizeable pile on the floor.

Your stash now exposed, you do the next best thing and head straight for the open office door instead to shut it. This however is far from ideal.

You turn around slowly and as expected, the dork is giving you and adora- Infuriating smirk.

"How. How did you know they were in there-"

"Relax Short-Stuff, I just know you too well." He says, almost preening with pride at his "accomplishment".

You frown, "Don't call me that."

"Don't call me Joshua." He fires back.

You don't reply, and instead take a silent step towards him, then another.

Alarm starts bleeding into his expression, as he himself takes a step back while throwing a glance at the closed door behind you, no doubt gauging the distance in case you decide to attack.

Instead you ignore him and bend down to start gathering your precious but embarrassing treasures.

"What was that about knowing me so well?" You say offhandedly.

"Well- you used to tackle people who pissed you off so- I mean- Forget it."

Now with you both feeling defeated, he bends down to help you gather the books and says: "When do you even find time to read all of these? Everytime I see you you're either writing a report, heading to a mission or coming back from one."

"The car rides are usually pretty quiet, I can read them in peace as long as I hide the covers." You say without looking up.

After a moment of Horropedia not saying anything back or moving to help you, you look up.

"What?" You snap. You know that look, he's judging you. "If you have something to say say it."

"No, no, it's not like that I just... Do you ever get any rest? I'm pretty sure you even work weekends, and I heard you do volunteer work too. This isn't healthy is all I'm thinking."

You blink. Well yes, he does have a compassionate and sweet side too, it's usually hidden by his general tomfoolery though so you tend to forget about it. You also didn't expect him to be keeping an ear out for news about you, it's not like the two of you chat all that often either. You're caught sufficiently off guard that you now have your mouth hanging slightly open with no sounds coming out.

"Earth to (Y/N), you there?" He snaps his fingers a couple of times, and when you're still silent he sighs and continues gathering your babies- your books, and springs back up to stuff them in your cupboard, then dusts his hands off.

You're looking up at his standing form and damn, he actually looks really good from this angle, really accentuates his already impressive height-

This time he forgoes trying to talk to you and just grabs your from the waist and lifts you back to your feet, giving you a quick pat on the shoulder for good measure before letting you go.

Then he seems to think something over and places a hand on your forehead.

"You're not running a fever, but your zoning out is really out of character for ya. Good thing it's 6 already, you can clock out now." He says with a gentle smile.

The smile isn't exactly rare for him, but it also isn't something he usually gives you.

Ever since you set your sights on climbing the corporate ladder... You have been pushing everyone away, even those most precious to you. You've been taking on more and more, piling the tasks and duties up to the point where, sometimes, you just want to do something crazy and impulsive, to get the load off your shoulders even for a short while.

He's still gazing at you, but his smile is wavering. He's still waiting for an answer though.

You consider what would happen if you say yes to clocking out now, if you even gather some additional courage and ask him to hang out? As friends of course! For old times sake! But then again, if you're already that far, what if you ask him out for real? Maybe just for today, you can ignore the far too many responsibilities piled high on top of you and just-

You shake your head. "No sorry, I'm actually spending the night here, I have a lot of work to get done. I know you want to leave though, so you go on ahead, don't worry I won't rat you out so no one should come to drag you back to the school." You say with a chuckle, and wait for him to get going.

But he doesn't move. You can't read his expression, and the way the light hits his glasses isn't helping. Finally what he says is: "I guess you haven't changed that much after all."

Saying you're bewildered would be an understatement. "Huh?"

He loudly sighs, throwing his head back for added effect as he massages the bridge of his nose.

When he's looking back at you his glasses are now sitting crookedly on the space and you have to hold back the urge to reach up and fix them.

Two hands are now on your shoulders, as if to stop you from escaping the truth. "Listen." He says very seriously, all traces of his usually cheery voice gone. "I'm going to say this as plainly as possible. You're working yourself to the bone. I get it, you have some bigger picture in mind, some larger goal that I probably can't see and you're throwing everything trying to reach it but consider this. Maybe it's just not worth it. Not if you'll die long before you get to it within whatever crazy time limit you've set for yourself. Come on (Y/N), you're a field agent for God's sake, how lame would it be if you bite the dust from overworking on reports?!"

He's panting slightly, that speech was clearly coming from the heart and you really appreciate it, you really do, but ever since he first came in today you've had a nagging suspicion you've been trying to stamp down, but it was time to address the elephant in the room.

"Joshua. Why do you care so much? Because honestly the way you're talking right now..." You take a deep breath, "The way you sought me out today, the way you say all of this... I don't want to sound arrogant, but am I correct to assume that- that-"

You can't do this, if you're wrong what's left of your already dwindling friendship with him might be the price.

You back away from him. "I'm sorry never mind, forget I said anything, I'll keep your advice in mind so please just-" just go! I don't want you here when I cry!

But he must see something on your face because he's pulling you in for a hug. It feels so familiar so right that you can't help but melt into it. The exhaustion finally seems to catch up to you and you can't imagine having to trek the walk back to the dorms, much less get any more work done tonight.

You almost miss it, but you just barely make out the words "Yes, you are correct."

And that wakes you right back up.

You push back and straighten up, and he's immediately startling with you. "W-what?" He asks, looking absolutely adorable. This time, you do reach over and right his glasses.

"What did you just say? You whispered something just now, did I hear it right?" You stare at him intently, your gaze unwavering and determined.

He looks to the side, "Don't look at me like thaaaat." He quite literally whines.

"Like what?" You ask, finding yourself genuinely curious as to what he sees in your expression.

He looks back, "Like I'm one of your high priority missions. Don't give me hope if you don't mean it (Y/N)."

You're tired from a long, mentally exhausting day. Your brain to mouth filter is gone, but then again it usually is around Horropedia. You are not thinking straight but you kinda never are around this man.

You grab his necktie and snatch it down, dragging him with it. Your lips are on his in a second, he's reciprocating (thank goodness) the kiss in the next.

When the two of you break it off for air he has the widest grin he has ever given you. No not ever, but in a long time. The intense nostalgia is the last addition to the melange of feelings churning inside of you and the tears finally fall freely.

Predictably, Horropedia panics.

"I'M SO SORRY?! I DON'T KNOW WHAT I DID BUT I'M SORRY?!?! WAS IT THE KISS? IT WAS THE KISS WASN'T IT-"

You quickly cover his mouth before he broadcasts any more private information to the whole office floor.

"Shhhh! Calm down! I just... I just needed a good cry I guess..." You end meekly, wiping your tears away.

Horropedia stares at you wide eyed. In another situation this would be the perfect teasing material, (Y/N) actually knows how to cry?! Or something along those lines, but evidently even he has better sense than to do that, so he instead silently hugs you again, and doesn't tighten his hold until you hug him back.

You could stay in his arms forever, which sounds cliche but isn't that amazing? That you could get to think of something so silly and cliche instead of the probability of success of your next mission strategy? You take a small step back without letting go, just to look at the wall clock and debate what to do next. You can tell Horropedia is eagerly waiting for your decision with bated breath. Finally you pull yourself out of the hug.

Only to grab your purse and keys, then quickly come back to his side.

"Alright. You win, what's the plan now?" You ask, twisting a scarf high around your neck to hide your excitement.

He frowns slightly, and hesitantly asks. "Do you still suffer from insomnia?"

Of course he remembers. "It's better now but yes." Is your answer.

"Then we go on the most anti-insomnia date to help you sleep!" He announces, opening the door for you.

You chuckle and head out, waiting for him to follow so you can lock your office.

"And where are we going?" You fiddle with your keys, slipping one in the lock.

"To your dorm room?" He asks more then answers.

You freeze. "Moving a little fast there don't you think?" You turn to face him.

He flushes bright red. "Noooo!! I knew you would misunderstand!!! I meant because your bed is there and you could go straight to sleep once you feel like it!!!"

You giggle. "Oh I know, just teasing." You say wiggling your eyebrows.

He gasps "You! I! Why you! Hmph!" He turns and walks on ahead, but there's a spring in his step and he's headed towards your dorm, so you know he's not actually mad. You jog to catch up to him.

"Geez Joshua, not all of us have long legs wait up!"

And he does slow down, but he also throws you a question. "Why do you keep calling me Joshua? At first I thought it was to annoy me, but that can't be right. So what's your reason?"

You consider this carefully. After everything that just happened, admitting this truth hardly feels like such a hard challenge. You talk as you walk.

"More than one reason I guess... For starters it's what I've always known you as... Despite what I said before, you actually have changed in a lot of ways, heck you used to be shorter than me." You laugh a bit, "The name feels like all I have left from back then." You say with a sigh.

He keeps silent, probably guessing there's more, so you continue, "Also... Well, this is a bit embarrassing but everyone calls you Horropedia... I guess I kinda felt special by being the only one calling you Joshua. It's silly I know."

Horropedia stops walking and grabs your hand, halting you too. He's silent for a moment before he croaks out, voice clearly emotional "You can call me whatever you want." Then he goes back to walking while still holding onto your hand, pulling you along. And that's that.

He walks you all the way to your dorm room then stops.

"You're not coming in? You didn't change your mind already did you?" You ask half jokingly but also kinda worried.

"Nope! I'll go bring my tv and some supplies, I'll be back in an hour or so, that way you'll have time to freshen up and maybe relax for a bit?" He says with a small smile, and ruffles your hair lightly.

You blink, then processing the first part of his sentence you ask: "Why are you bringing your TV? I have a TV."

"You do?" He sounds surprised.

"Of course, how else would I be able to play my romance film tapes?"

His mouth forms an "o" shape. "That actually makes sense, I don't know why I didn't think of that. Well there's still other stuff to be brought but this definitely helps save time, alright see you soon." He gives you a quick hug before parting ways.

Now home, you proceed to tidy up the dorm room and hop in the shower, then get dressed in a comfortable but cute outfit and style your hair into something more relaxed and comfy.

You head to your wardrobe and start opening the large bottom drawers you use to store blankets and pillows, and start constructing a pillow fort on the rug, facing the television.

It's not long until you hear a knock at your door, and with less restraint then you would usually allow, you rush towards it and swing it wide open to reveal a-

A pile of shopping bags and a plushie?

"A lil help here? Actually can you let me in?" You hear Horropedia's voice as he tries to right one of the bags sliding down with his knee.

"Ohhhh!" You intone, mesmerized, "A talking pile of bags and a plushie!"

"Haha, very funny." Horropedia's head pops up and despite his words he's definitely amused.

You quickly begin grabbing the bags closest to you and realize they're pretty much all filled with snacks and fizzy drinks... All of which you know for sure are nothing like those issued by the foundation.

"Where did you even get these?" You ask, as the both of you drag the bags inside. From the corner of your eyes you notice him taking extra care not to drop the relatively large plushie.

"Oh you know, I have my ways~" He replies, going for a mysterious tone.

Do his "ways" include Vertin's suitcase? Probably. But you don't say anything, let him have his moment.

When everything is set up nicely around your pillow fort, you turn to ask him what you're watching when you find him on one knee, dramatically presenting you with the stuffed toy.

"Will you do me the great honor, of accepting my humble offering?" He asks solemnly.

You burst out laughing "Wha- what are you doing..?" You wheeze.

You bend down to grab the plushie and admire it, it's a nice medium size, aka the perfect hugging size.

"I thought you might need a little friend to keep you company as we watch-" He takes out a film tape with a flourish "This movie!"

You blanch. "Is this one of your horror films? Are you serious? I thought we were trying to put me to sleep not keep me up all night." You say with an exasperated shake of your head.

"No no listen, you're used to romance movies, they're no good to help you sleep anymore or they would've worked by now right? Maybe what you need is something to wring out all the nervous energy from you so you can relax!"

Somehow that both makes some sense and no sense at once. But then you have a realization.

You pretend to think it over. "I don't know, even if what you say could hypothetically work, and while your gift is cute, I just don't feel like it's huggable enough, you know?"

His face falls slightly. "Oh? You don't like it do you? I knew I should've brought a bigger one-"

"No, what I'm saying is, it's not the same as cuddling with a warm human being."

You wait for the mostly genius yet sometimes dumb dumb young man in front of you to connect the dots. You can tell he did when his face is the shade of a ripe strawberry.

"OH! Ohhhh!! Oh. Yeah, yeah we can definitely uh- cuddle. As much as you want. Of course."

You laugh "Dude we were just hugging and kissing in my office! Why are you getting all shy on me now?" You tug him along by the arm to set up the film.

"I knoooow," he whines, "it's just this is a step further ok? And that was an I'm-really-worried-about-her hug, and the kiss was a very emotional moment my brain just wasn't braining!"

"Whatever you say." You reply as you poke his right cheek. "You're cute though so it's fine." You giggle.

You wait for him to berate you about calling him, the horror genre enthusiast and connoisseur "cute", but all he does is stare at you with a dopey smile, just making you melt.

"Are you sure we can't just watch a romance movie?" You ask softly.

"Nah, we're being our own romance movie right now." He says as he grabs your hand and hoists you up with him, leading you back to the pillow fort. "You'll pick the movie next time."

The screen turns on, displaying the title of the horror movie you settled on. “It’s a classic!” Horropedia says, clearly excited to share the movie with you.

As you both sink into the pillows, the opening title sequence of the film begins playing.

As the horror style music plays, you notice Horropedia lean in his body closer to yours, careful to not make it seem like he was trying to get nearer.

"You can come closer I don't bite," you say jokingly, "and if I was uncomfortable with having you here I wouldn't have mentioned cuddling in the first place."

Horropedia's face turns fully red as he realizes he was not being subtle.

"Yeah... sorry."

His body shifts, and he slides one arm around your shoulders. He then speaks, barely above a whisper, "Can I get a hug now...?"

"I didn't know you were the clingy type Joshua," you start to tease, "and before even the first jumpscare hap-" but you immediately get interrupted by a joke jumpscare, a character that is not the antagonist innocently scaring their friends as a prank, yet embarrassingly managing to startle you "Eeep-" your hands instinctively grab onto the nearest object, which of course has to be his torso.

Oh dear lord. You sigh internally.

You look up at his face, finding he at least has the decency to try and stifle his laughter, though he wasn't succeeding much. But his droopy eyes were crinkling at the sides, and his smile was just too beautiful so you couldn't get mad.

Horropedia chuckles at your expression, probably finding the irony amusing, and the fact it was a fake jumpscare that did you in.

He then quickly pulls you closer to give you that hug you were just teasing him about not a moment ago.

You feel your head lean against his shoulder as he pulls you in, wrapping his arms around you as you both settle further into your cozy pillow fort setup.

"This doesn't count you hear? I wasn't scared or anything, I'm just a bit jumpy." You say, trying to preserve your dignity. The last thing you need is the no.1 horror enthusiast to misunderstand and think you're a scaredy cat, you would never hear the end of the teasing.

You could feel his chest vibrating with laughter underneath you, and he reaches up with the opposite hand and ruffles your hair.

"Uh-huh." Is all he says.

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By the time the movie ends, you're already sound asleep. Horropedia carefully untangles your limbs and carries you off to bed. The day did not go as he'd expected, he'd go as far to say it went more like his fantasies then actual reality.

He tucks you in carefully, being mindful to jostle you as little as possible. He's fairly certain if you go on a second date (you probably will right? This date went great right?!?!) you won't settle for anything other than one of your romance movies.

Not that he minds, really. After today he doesn't think he'll be looking at the characters on the screen with jealousy or disgruntlement. He also thinks he'll enjoy whatever you pick.

He glances at your alarm clock. Oh it was late. He'd better get moving, while he has more freedom under Vertin's supervision now he still shouldn't push his luck. He decides he'll tell you tomorrow about his new, more flexible work arrangement.

He heads for the dorm room entrance, opening and closing the door softly behind him. His last thought before leaving is he'll have to ask what you thought of his movie pick tomorrow.

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From the river to the sea PALESTINE WILL BE FREE ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ 🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸.

If you pray, please pray for Gaza and the Westbank 🙏🏻🙏🏻

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ok- idea:

you’ve always helped bakugou. with his confidence, with his personhood, with nightmares, and whether he’d ever say it or not, he appreciates it. a lot. so you can safely bet that he’s just ITCHING to pay you back.

except, you won’t let him. you refuse to. something happens, you can make it up- maybe a mission goes bad, you have family or friend troubles, maybe just plain ol’ insecurities, but you’re SO stubborn with it he could call you a hypocrite. but it doesn’t deter him- he keeps trying. he tries, and tries until he finally gets it from you. the night you give up he thanks you for letting him in and holds you, keeping you in the warmest, softest embrace as he promises to the moon and back that he is there and he will keep you from harm, just as you did with him <3

Let Me Return the Favor - Bakugou

A/N: Hi! I love this request so much!! I hope you enjoy it! I also hope you don’t mind that I kinda made this really self indulgent since I’m currently going through friend troubles and having a hard time working my way through it. Sorry!

Reader had a boyfriend at one point.

God this turned out so much longer then I thought ☠️☠️☠️

You first met Bakugou when he was kidnapped by the League of Villains. Strange, I know. But you were another captive and the League wanted you to join them, just like they did with Bakugou. During your time with him, the two of you learned a lot about each other. He’d get loud to cover up his stress and worry, often portraying his emotions as anger. Bakugou learned that you stayed quiet in times of stress and worry.

When Bakugou’s friends came to rescue him, they rescued you too. You watched the fight between All Might and All for One from afar, clinging to the back of Bakugou’s shirt. Whether it was to comfort him or yourself, you weren’t sure.

Aizawa and Principal Nezu managed to get you into class 1-A when they realized that you had the potential to become a hero. And you had experience. That’s what surprised them the most. You were the child of a pro hero, one that would take you out on patrol with them. They were a teacher at Shiketsu, so you'd spend a lot of time around heroes in training.

During your time at UA, you spent a lot of time with Bakugou. Both of you had at least a bit of trauma from the kidnappings and being near each other brought about some source of comfort. You used this time with him to try and build his confidence. The two of you spent most of the day at the gym, taking your emotions out on either each other or the equipment. Nights were spent in his room, talking about things.

If any of Katsuki’s classmates were to hear of this, they’d think Toga was the one they brought back. Katsuki talking to someone about how he feels? No way. But it was true. He learned to trust you so much that he once came to your room in the middle of the night crying because he had a nightmare. Nightmares were his biggest issue and most of them were about him being kidnapped, so he went to you for comfort.

Bakugou wouldn’t admit it to anyone but you, but he was so unbelievably grateful for you. You’d helped him through his nightmares, walked with him to and from his therapy appointments, and overall just calmed him with your presence. He felt bad, though, because he couldn’t return the favor. It’s not that he didn’t want to, he really really did, but you wouldn’t let him. You pushed him away, in fact. It’s what made Katsuki itch more and more to finally return the favor.

Katsuki knew a bit about your personal life. You’d told him about your parents and how your dad was a pro hero. How you visited Shiketsu but were never enrolled. How you got your hero training from both your father and the commission (though you never went into detail about the commission part, always changing the subject). But he probably knew the most about your friend group from the normal civilian high school you went to. He paid so close attention that he could list all of their names and your relationships with them. There was your ex boyfriend, who was your best friend for 12 years until you dated but then you broke up with them to work on your mental health. Then there were the several girls you hung out with. You’d told him how you’d become close friends with each of them and spent too much time with them. It was almost as if you always talked about at least two of them a day.

But then you stopped. At first it was gradual. You only talked about certain friends instead of all of them. And then Katsuki noticed how your mood changed when you talked about them. You used to get all excited and happy when you mentioned things you had done with your friends, or get really loud and hyper when you talked about upcoming plans with them. But now you were quiet, often avoiding Katsuki’s eyes when talking about them. You started saying less and less things about your friends and didn’t act as excited as you used to when you mentioned upcoming plans with them. It was strange.

And then you stopped talking about them altogether.

To be honest, it bothered Bakugou to see you this way. You rarely leave the dorms now, choosing to spend most of your time either with him or alone in your room. You were a lot quieter and you didn’t look as alive as you used to. Bakugou tried to talk to you about it, to ask what was wrong, but you’d just brush him off. Your excuse was that you were tired, giving him a small smile and then excusing yourself to go to your room.

What pushed him over the edge, though, was when you returned to the dorms one night on the verge of tears. Your eyes were red and puffy. You’d most likely been crying on your way back to campus. Bakugou was the first to notice your arrival, and then the first to notice your distress. He immediately left his spot on the couch next to Kirishima to stand next to you, placing a hand on your shoulder.

In the background you could hear Mina and Denki making fun of Katsuki for ‘being too soft around you’.

You simply brushed Bakugou’s hand off of you and continued walking to the elevator. That didn’t stop Bakugou from following you, though. “Y/N, wait up.” His voice was gentle and soft as he barely managed to catch the elevator with you.

He watched you from the opposite side of the small space. Your head was hung low and you were sniffling quietly. Bakugou was getting nervous. Has something happened to you while you were gone? You’d said you were going to your best friend’s house just to hang out with your friend group. But that’s all he knew. Did you get into a fight with them? Was there a run in with a villain? Did something trigger a bad memory from your kidnapping and you were left to deal with it on your own?

Katsuki shook his head to clear his thoughts. All he had to do was ask. He was working himself up over it. “Y/N, are you alright?”

He watched you. Katsuki watched as you wiped at your eyes and then sniffled again, keeping your gaze on your favorite pair of shoes. They were dirty and muddy. It must have been because of the storm that hit a few days ago. “I’m fine.” Your voice was quiet and shaky. What had happened to you?

“We aren’t allowed to say that,” Bakugou said, clearing his throat. “Remember? You said that I’m not allowed to say ‘I’m fine’. You said that I had to be honest with you. So be honest with me.”

You shook your head, glancing up at the floor number. 3rd floor. Only 3 more to go.

“Don’t worry about it Bakugou. I’ll be ok.”

“But you don’t look like you are now.” He had to keep pressing. Finally, it was his chance to help you. To comfort you the same way you’d comforted him all those times before. “Let me be there for you Y/N. Just talk to me.” His natural crimson eyes tried to meet your unnaturally red ones, but you turned your head away.

The elevator dinged, signaling your arrival to the fifth floor. “No, Bakugou.” You stepped out of the small enclosure and quickly made your way to your bedroom.

It wouldn’t hurt to give you some space, so that’s exactly what Bakugou did.

When he still hadn’t heard from you and hour later, he grew even more worried. You didn’t come down for dinner so Bakugou fixed you up a plate with foods he knew you liked and brought them up to your room. He knocked on the door but did not receive a response.

“Y/N?” he called quietly. “You in there?” Silence. He knocked again. “Y/N?” Still no response. With a sigh Bakugou slowly lowered himself down onto the floor and leaned against your door. He placed your plate down beside him. “You missed dinner so I brought you a plate.” He chuckled softly to try and lighten the mood. “Don’t worry, I made sure your food’s not touching.”

Katsuki sat there for a bit longer, listening for any signs of movement or life coming from your side of the door. “Listen, I don’t know why you won’t talk to me about things like this. About what’s been making you cry the past few weeks. I can see it in your eyes every night I come to say goodnight, or when I come in during the night. Something is bothering you. You know, if it’s nightmares you can tell me right? Just like how you taught me to come to you.” He paused for a moment. “I’m not leaving until I know you’re alright in there. Until I know that you’ve stopped crying.”

At those words he could hear you burst into tears from behind your door. Jumping to his feet, he knocked again. “Y/N? I’m coming in, ok?” Twisting your door handle slowly, he pushed open your bedroom door. Your lights were off, the soft glow of the sunset drifting in through your closed curtains. But Bakugou expected it. You hated artificial light. You almost never had your lights on.

As he scanned your room Bakugou found you curled into a ball at the head of your bed, wrapped up in your weighted blanket and trying to muffle your sobs with the stuffed animal you made with your friends over the summer at Build-A-Bear. His eyes softened with worry. “Oh, n/n.” Bakugou gently closed the food behind him and then took three large steps over to your bed. He lowered himself down on the mattress beside you, scooping you up and placing you in his lap. You’d done this for him once, just after his first nightmare after being rescued. You held him close to your chest and ran a hand through his hair, letting him cry into your nightshirt. So that’s what he’d do for you.

Untangling you slightly from your blanket, Bakugou adjective you so you were laying against his chest, face buried into the crook of his neck. He could feel your tears run down into the space between his neck and clavicle, then down to soak into his shirt. You had let go of your stuffed animal, it falling to the ground beside your bed as your hands moved to wrap around Bakugou’s torso and grip the back of his shirt. Katsuki ran one hand through your hair as another ran comfortably up and down your back. He rested his head on your own. He smiled softly. He knew he shouldn’t be because it could come off wrong, but he was just so happy you had finally let him help you the way you had helped him.

“Shhh,” he cooed softly. “It’s ok. I’m here now.” The more he held you, the more you cried and your breathing was becoming more staggered and irregular. You were about to send yourself into a panic attack if Bakugou couldn’t calm you down. “Heyyy, shhhhh.” The hand that was in your hair suddenly settled itself on the back of your neck, rubbing gently. “Breathe, Y/N, breathe.” Bakugou took in long, deep breaths, hoping you’d feel his chest rise and fall beneath yours. “You’re starting to hyperventilate. Breathe with me.”

Katsuki led you through a couple breathing exercises you and his therapist had taught him, eventually calming your breathing and your tears. His shirt was drenched in your sweat and tears but he didn’t mind one bit. As long as you felt better, that’s all that mattered to him.

“You feel really warm,” he said softly, feeling your forehead with the hand that was on the back of your neck. “Let’s get you cooled off, yeah?” Bakugou slowly stood, cradling you in his arms as he pulled back the curtains to your balcony and opened the door. The cool night air blew the hair out of his eyes as he stepped out into the darkness. Katsuki knew you kept one of those lounge chairs out there, like the ones you’d find at the beach. Once he found the piece of furniture he gently sat you down on it. Crouching down in front of you, Bakugou’s soft gaze met your tired one as he brushed your hair away from your face. “I’m going to get you some water and a cool rag. I’ll be back, I promise.”

Without thinking Bakugou placed a quick kiss to the crown of your head before leaving you alone out in the cool night air. And just like he said he would, he returned not too much longer with a bottle of water, a wet rag, a bottle of pills, and a small snack. He was wearing a different shirt now, too. Sitting down on the ground in front of you, Katsuki opened the bottle of water and gently pressed it into your hands. “Here. You need to rehydrate.” Once he made sure you were going to drink the liquid he opened the bottle of pills, spilling a few into his hand before passing them over to you. “And these are for the headache I’m sure you’re going to get. Now drink all of your water.”

Once you had finished off the bottle Bakugou moved to sit beside you. He opened the small snack he brought and his warm hands brushed against yours as he passed it to you. “Eat. You missed dinner.” As you slowly ate your favorite snack Bakugou brought the cloth up to your face. “Can I touch your face?” You nodded slightly and Bakugou began wiping under your eyes. He took his time, wiping away the many trails tears had left across your blushed cheeks. Then he worked his way across your nose and up to your forehead. When he was finished he pressed the rag against the back of your neck.

“How do you feel?” he asked softly. “Any better?”

You cleared your throat and sniffled slightly. “Yeah. I do.” You offered him a small smile. “I needed that. Thank you.”

“Don’t sweat it,” Bakugou responded, giving your knee a gentle shove. “You’ve helped me so much. This is just me returning the favor.”

“Bakugou?” Your voice was so soft and timid. “Can…” you sighed in frustration with yourself. “Can I have a hug?”

Bakugou smiled, then opened up his arms. “C’mere.” You dove into his arms as he held you tightly yet again. Bakugou shifted around to get more comfortable, then pulled you to lay down on top of him as he laid back in the chair. “You don’t ever have to ask me for a hug, n/n.” As the two of you sat in a comfortable silence Bakugou asked, “What’s gotten you so worked up anyway?”

You took a moment to think, then you sighed. “It’s my friends. They haven’t been treating me very well.”

Bakugou’s brows furrowed. “What do you mean? How so?”

You held Bakugou a bit tighter. “We’re going to be here a while.”

You felt Bakugou shrug beneath you. “Tomorrow’s Saturday. We have all the time in the world.”

You snuggled closer to Katsuki, preparing yourself for a lot of explaining. “They’re all beginning to ignore me.”

“All of them?”

You nodded. “All of them. When they’re all texting in the group chat and I send a message, it goes completely unnoticed. Or when I’m the first to text no one answers. I’m either left on delivered or opened. Remember when I was sick last week?”

“Sure do. I thought you were dead, you slept so much.”

You giggled at Bakugou’s response. “Well, only one person said anything when I texted the chat. But when Emily was sick a few days later everyone responded several times reminding her to take tests when she got back, sending hearts, or saying that they hoped she’d feel better. But I got nothing.” Bakugou ran a hand down your back again, beginning to feel you working yourself up again. You took a deep breath and continued. “No one talks to me outside of school, and even then only a few do.”

You spent the next hour explaining how each friend had hurt your feelings, or how they had done something they probably shouldn’t have. Bakugou encouraged you the entire time, though, continuing to rub your back or reminding you to breathe when you were working yourself up again.

It was almost midnight when you finished filling Bakugou in on everything between you and your so-called friends. When you were done, Bakugou removed the cloth from the back of your neck and then did something unexpected. He held you as tightly as he could, burying his face into your hair. “I promise you Y/N that I will never treat you the way that those extras have treated you. I’m always going to be here for you. Just like you have been for me.”

You couldn’t help falling asleep on Bakugou. His ambulance was just so warm and welcoming and it helped battle the chill of the cool night air. It didn’t help that when he changed shirts, he changed into a hoodie that smelled so strongly of him that you felt safe, like nothing could ever harm you.

Bakugou wasn’t aware you’d fallen asleep on him at first. He was confused when you didn’t respond to him, afraid he may have said the wrong thing but then his eyes landed on your closed ones and he relaxed slightly. “Damn nerd, falling asleep on me out here in the cold,” he quietly teased. “Let’s get you inside.” He maneuvered you around so he could pick you up, cursing quietly when he thought you had woken up. “No no no, go back to sleep,” he cooed quickly, pulling you back to his chest and resting a hand on the back of your head. “It’s alright. I’ve got ya. Go back to sleep.” He sighed in relief when your eyes stayed closed.

Bakugou stood, carefully carrying you back inside and laying you down on your bed. He made sure to close and lock the balcony doors, drawing the curtains closed like you liked them. Katsuki bent down, carefully picking up your stuffed animal from earlier before he slid into bed next to you. Pulling your weighted blanket up around the both of you, he also placed your stuffy in your arms before pulling you back against his chest.

You’d helped Bakugou in more ways than he could count. He was just happy you’d let him help you just this once. :)

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I may be a slut for the spiders, but they aren’t the only villains I simp for. Here’s a Shigaraki x Reader oneshot I wrote awhile back (well, it was supposed to be a oneshot but then I wrote a second part and now I might keep working on it, who knows?) Any way, it’s pretty wild, so read at your own risk.

Warnings: Mature content (heavy smut), degradation kink, praise kink, overstimulation, bondage, knife play, sadism/masochism

A/N: Yikes, I'm going to hell for this one. Hope y'all like it at least! <3

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You were soaked to the bone with rainwater as you and Tomu pushed through the door of his apartment. It felt dreary even once he'd turned the lights on. You thought maybe this was why he hadn't let you see it in the almost four months that you'd been together.

There were a lot of things the two of you seemed to be on a delayed timeline for. You hadn't seen his apartment, you hadn't met any of his friends yet, and you still had yet to be intimate with one another.

You couldn't hold the last one against him, though. He'd always seemed afraid to touch you. You guessed it was because of his quirk. He was worried that he'd accidentally end up killing you if he wasn't careful, but you trusted him.

You had grown up around powerful quirks like his—well, not exactly like his. Your mother was a pro hero who went by Fahrenheit. She could regulate the temperature of the environment around her, able to sweat villains out of hostage situations or instantly create shards of ice to fight with if there was enough moisture in the air.

She had been killed by a group of villains when you were still fairly young, and your dad searched for comfort in the bottoms of beer bottles after losing her. Your Aunt Marci stepped in to raise you. She had never married or had any children of her own, that wasn't the kind of life she wanted for herself, but she never made you feel like a burden. You thought maybe she had a soft spot for you since you had her sister's eyes.

Or maybe it was the quirk that you had inherited from her. Your temperature quirk wasn't as powerful as your mother's had been. It was only limited to your own body. It wasn't something that would ever let you be a pro hero, not that that was what you wanted, but it did come in handy sometimes on chilly mornings.

After your mother's death, Aunt Marci did all she could to separate herself from the world of pro heroes. She didn't want any reminders that the villains who killed her sister were still at large. You remembered that she would always throw away the morning paper as soon as it arrived and there was never a TV in the small apartment that the two of you had shared. You didn't see the point in purchasing one when you'd finally gotten an apartment of your own.

Most people had given you strange looks when you'd told them that, but not Tomu. He seemed amused, commenting on how he admired the way you were trying to remain optimistic about the state of the world.

"Should I not be?" you'd asked him.

"I don't want to ruin the illusion." Was all that he'd said.

Tomura never made you feel strange about anything that you shared with him. Even when you'd told him you'd never played video games—something he seemed to enjoy—he just smiled and promised he'd teach you. That was what brought you to his apartment today.

He pulled his hood off of his head and shook out his hair, letting the wet locks fall lazily back into his face. He was beautiful. He never believed you when you told him, but that still didn't stop you from saying it. You weren't sure he'd heard it enough before meeting you.

"What are you looking at?" He asked when he caught you staring.

"Are you cold?" You asked, noticing that he was shivering. You were hoping that your gawking could be mistaken for concern. He didn't really seem to be in a mood to be called cute.

"I'll be fine."

"Don't be ridiculous," you said, pulling him closer and wrapping your arms around his torso so he could benefit from your quirk.

He seemed tense at first, almost uncomfortable, but relaxed into your embrace once your body heat radiated into his skin. He was still pretty hesitant about physical touch in any form. Again, because of his quirk. You were trying to help him become more comfortable with it. You trusted him enough to believe that he wouldn't hurt you.

You felt him wrap his arms around your shoulders, careful to keep his hands pointed away from you as he held you closer. He gently kissed the top of your head before nuzzling into your neck. Your heart skipped at the rare sign of affection.

"You're too good to me, y/n," he murmured.

You pulled away from him slightly, just enough to look at him, and pushed the hair away from his face so that your eyes met. "I'm not giving you anything less than what you deserve."

He shook his head. "I don't deserve you."

He tried to bury his face in your neck again, but you wouldn't let him. He was always trying to brush off any compliments or words of endearment that you gave him. It was like he didn't believe any of it, like he couldn't see himself the way that you did. You needed him to.

"Tomura, yes you do." You rested your hand on his cheek, cupping his jaw so that he couldn't look away. "You're a good person. I wouldn't love you if—"

You stopped yourself. That was another thing that hadn't come yet in your relationship. Neither of you had said the L-word and you didn't intend to be the first, you weren't sure how Tomura would react, but it had just sort of slipped out.

He was frozen before you, his expression unreadable.

You dropped your hand from his face and abruptly made an attempt to change the subject. "So, um, anyway, are you gonna show me around your place or what?"

Tomura hung your coats up by the door before leading you through his apartment, turning lights on as he went.

"This is the kitchen," he gestured to the room you'd entered by. "And this is the living room," he said. The two spaces flowed into each other. He crossed the room and bent down in front of the television, rummaging through the cabinets of the stand that it was rested on. "There are a few different systems we could play on. I'll let you pick the game that you want to—"

"Where's your bedroom?" You asked.

He looked back over his shoulder. "Oh. You wanted to see that too?"

You nodded.

He sighed and stood up. "Alright."

You followed him through a short hallway between the two rooms. On one side appeared to be a bathroom and a closet and on the other was his bedroom.

The only sources of light in his room seemed to be the LED lights that ran along the tops of his walls, and his computer monitor, though there were a few empty cans blocking the light at the bottom of the screen. In this dim lighting, you could see clothes strewn about on the floor. The walls were pretty bare and there was minimal furniture. He had told you before that he travelled a lot for work, so you figured it made sense that he hadn't done much decorating or anything.

He sat down on the unmade bed and watched as you looked around. "Is it what you expected?"

"More or less," you said.

He scratched at his neck. He had a habit of doing that when he was anxious. "I'm sorry it's such a mess. I didn't think you'd come in here."

You sat down beside him, setting a hand on his leg to try to comfort him. "It's alright. I don't mind."

When he didn't seem to calm down, you pulled his hand away from his neck, replacing it with your own and gently caressing his now-irritated skin. You could feel the ridges of the scars left by his nervous habit. You wished he wouldn't hurt himself like this.

You ran your hand along his shoulder and back up to his hair, lightly playing with it in an attempt to soothe him. It seemed to be working. He tilted his head back and hummed in satisfaction. You were suddenly aware of how close you were. Could this finally be your chance to make a move?

You tilted his face in your direction and leaned in to kiss him, but he stopped you.

"Y/n."

"What?" You asked, trying your best to adopt an innocent tone.

He frowned. "I know what you're doing. I'm sorry, but I can't. I don't want to hurt you."

"Tomu, I trust you. I have faith that you can control your quirk."

He shook his head. "That's not all that I'm worried about."

"I don't understand. What do you mean?"

He turned his body to you and grabbed your jaw harshly so that you were forced to look at him. Even sitting down, it still felt like he was towering over you, his presence suddenly intimidating instead of the usual gentle aura you'd grown so used to. This was an entirely different side of him.

His eyes went dark and he ran his thumb over your lips as he spoke. "I won't be able to hold myself back, not with you. I want to break you, to watch tears stream down your face as you beg for mercy. I want you to scream my name until your throat burns. I won't be satisfied until I've completely ruined you."

Your heart fluttered in your chest and you blinked in surprise. This was the absolute last thing you'd expected from him. Why was it always the quiet ones?

He dropped his hand. "So, it's probably best if we don't—"

You shut him up with a kiss. You were tired of him having these negative thoughts that he wasn't enough or that his way of showing affection wouldn't work for you. You needed him to understand that he was all you longed for.

"I'm yours, Tomura," you said, sinking your teeth into his bottom lip. "You can have me however you want me. I'm not afraid."

He pulled you onto his lap so that you were straddling him.

"However I want, huh?" he murmured beside your ear. You could hear the smirk in his voice. "You might end up regretting those words."

He bit the tender skin of your neck before sucking the same spot until it bruised. He repeated this a few more times, being careful to space the marks out so your neck was fully covered. He didn't want his hard work to be so easily hidden.

You couldn't help but moan at the sensation. You had waited so long for this and his touch was absolutely intoxicating.

He gave a satisfied hum in return. "Mm, I like that."

You felt him growing beneath you and began slowly moving your hips back and forth, trying to get even the smallest amount of friction between the two of you. He responded to your movements with an amused laugh.

"Eager, are we?"

Your cheeks started to burn. How desperate you must have seemed. What did he think of you now?

"You don't have to be embarrassed," he said as if reading your mind. He leaned back on his elbows so that he could get a better look at you. "Keep going, you needy slut."

You couldn't bring yourself to do it. You hadn't been able to control yourself before, but now that he was watching you, you felt even more self conscious.

He sighed impatiently and sat back up, grabbing your hips with only four fingers on each hand, careful not to use his quirk on you. He started rocking your hips back and forth. You couldn't help the moans that escaped your throat.

"That's it. Let me hear how bad you want it. Don't hold back for me."

He pressed sloppy kisses to your lips as he helped you fuck yourself closer to release. You knew your climax wouldn't come like this, though. It wouldn't be enough.

"Tomura," you breathed between kisses.

"Yes, baby?" He moved down your neck, kissing and biting the tender flesh once more. The sensation sent heat through your body.

"I-I need—"

He cut you off with a harsh bite. "What do you need?"

"I need—"

He did it again. "What, baby? Just say it and it's yours." Even the feeling of his breath on your neck was driving you wild. He knew what he was doing. He would keep toying with you for as long as he wanted, probably never giving in. It was cruel.

"More," you managed before he had the chance to interrupt you with his teasing.

He stopped moving your hips completely. "I don't know. You didn't ask very nicely. In fact, it seemed more like a demand." He reached up and grabbed your hair, pulling your head back. A sharp hiss passed through your teeth at the sudden pain. "You don't get to make demands."

"Tomura, please," you begged. "I need you."

He hummed. "Please? That's more like it."

He grabbed at the material of your shirt and pants and you watched as they both turned to ash before flitting away into nothingness. Then, he did the same to his own clothes, so that all that separated you was the thin material of his boxers and your panties.

You could feel everything now, and it made you impatient. You started to rock against him, but he grabbed you, holding you still.

"Not yet," he whispered to you, kissing down your neck slowly until he reached your chest. His lips lightly traced the edge of your bra before he reached around to unhook it, pushing it off of your shoulders and throwing it to the floor. His eyes roamed your now almost-entirely exposed body, taking in every curve and dip before meeting your own gaze. "You're so beautiful," he said, leaning in for a kiss, but stopping just before he reached your lips. He grabbed your jaw and turned your head to the side, licking a stripe up your neck. "I can't wait to ruin you."

You gasped as his fingers pushed your panties aside, sliding through your folds. The hand that was on your jaw moved to put pressure on your throat while Tomu's mouth explored your breasts, sucking and biting at your nipples. The sensations all came together in harmony, pulling moans from you and nearly setting your body on fire. You couldn't help but buck your hips against his hand, desperate for release.

You felt him laugh against your chest. "Such an impatient little slut."

He dipped two fingers inside of you, keeping his thumb on your clit. His long digits found your sensitive spot almost instantly, abusing it as they pumped in and out of you at a rapid pace. This, combined with the quick circles he was drawing over your clit, had you seeing stars, threatening to send you over the edge at any moment.

You grabbed at his shoulders, at his hair, at anything you could reach to ground yourself. "Tomura—fuck—don't stop!"

You felt four fingers leave your throat to grab your ass, digging in so tightly that they were sure to leave bruises. Tomura kissed you again, running his tongue against your lips and using one of your moans as an opportunity to explore your mouth.

Finally, the knot in your stomach snapped and your orgasm washed over you in powerful waves. You melted against Tomura, trying to catch your breath as you came down from your high.

But he didn't stop. He didn't even slow down.

"T-Tomu," you whimpered. You could feel the faint sensation of another knot building, despite the irritation you felt from the overstimulation. "Why aren't you stopping?"

"I told you not to make demands," he said, his voice cold.

"What?"

"You said 'don't stop.' This is what happens when you don't listen, when you don't ask for the things that you want."

Panic settled in as you realized that this was his way of punishing you.

He coaxed another orgasm out of you, quicker than before. Your legs quivered and a numb pain was building in your core from too much stimulation, but still, he pressed on. Your third and fourth orgasms came quicker, and without as much satisfaction. It was all too much, bordering unbearable.

"Tomu," you begged, "please stop."

You whimpered against his shoulder, head buried in his neck as your nails dug into his back. Tears were burning trails down your cheeks. You could feel a fifth orgasm building, but you didn't want it. You couldn't go through another one so soon.

"Have you learned your lesson?" He asked.

You nodded against him. "Yes, I'm so sorry. Please, it's too much." His hand pulled away from you just before you reached another orgasm. You sighed in relief, barely able to believe that he'd actually listened. "Thank you," you whispered, letting more tears fall.

He pulled you back by your hair so he could look at you. This was exactly what he'd wanted. "Aw baby, look at what a mess you are." He leaned in and licked the tears off of your cheeks. "Do you need a break before I fuck you?"

You nodded, not imagining how you could handle taking him right now. You were still far too overstimulated, it would only hurt.

"Alright," he said, brushing away the hair that had been plastered to your face with sweat. "Get on your knees, then."

You felt your eyes widen in shock, but you did as he said. You didn't want to risk finding out what would happen if you refused.

He stood before you and pulled down his boxers so that you were face to face with his cock. The angry, red tip was already leaking precum. He was so hard that he was practically throbbing.

"Well?" He asked impatiently.

You tentatively wrapped a hand around his shaft, giving a few strokes and running your thumb along the tip. He let out a hiss that told you you were doing something right. You parted your lips and pressed your tongue to his base, licking a stripe up his length before taking him in your mouth. You bobbed your head and swirled your tongue around his tip, slowly building up a rhythm.

He moaned and grabbed your hair, pulling it back into a ponytail to keep it out of your face. You looked up at him in appreciation, meeting his gaze.

He smirked. "Three taps to stop, alright?"

You didn't have a chance to process what he'd meant when he suddenly shoved the rest of his length down your throat. You gagged around him, shocked by the sudden intrusion. He didn't even give you enough time to adjust before he started fucking your face, snapping his hips at an alarming rate.

You were choking on him, digging your nails into your palms to cope with the pain as tears pricked your eyes once more. His moans filled the room. You looked up to see his eyes were fluttered shut, his brow furrowed in concentration as he chased his release. That sight alone made it all worth it.

His movements became more erratic, hips starting to stutter, which told you he was close. You felt his cock twitch in your mouth before he came, painting the back of your throat with hot ropes of cum. Finally, he pulled out, with a string of saliva and other fluids connecting your lips with his tip. You gasped for air, filling your deprived lungs.

He ran a few fingers under your chin, tilting your head up so he could look at you. Then, swiping his thumb across your lips, cleaning up some of the mess he'd made, he said, "Such a good little whore," admiring how absolutely ruined you looked now with tears and mascara running down your face.

But he wasn't done with you yet. Not even close.

"Get on the bed," he snapped.

You scrambled to your feet, legs still unsteady from the multiple orgasms he'd given you. You apparently weren't fast enough in following his orders, because he shoved you over the side of the bed, burying your face in the mattress. You heard the drawer of his nightstand open, followed by the sounds of him rummaging through, looking for something, and finally the drawer closed again.

"What's your safe word?" he asked. Your heart started racing as you felt him binding your wrists together with a thin rope.

"Safe word?" You echoed, your voice muffled by his comforter.

"Yeah." He gave the rope a final tug and ran the tips of his fingers up your spine, making you shiver. "So I know to stop if it's too much."

You lifted your head and looked around. Your gaze landed on his computer screensaver. It was a tree that cycled through the four seasons.

"How about 'foliage'?"

He laughed. "Foliage?"

"Yeah, what's wrong with that?"

"Nothing, that's fine. Just don't forget it."

He hooked his fingers into the waistband of your panties and pulled them down your legs, helping you step out of them. You heard his boxers drop on the floor shortly after.

You felt him standing behind you again. You had goosebumps on your skin, not because you were cold, but because you were fully exposed to him now.

He ran his hand between your legs, dipping his fingers through your folds. "Mm, still so wet. You're so desperate."

He pulled his hand away and brought it down hard on your ass. You gave a small yelp of shock, but secretly liked the way it stung. He replaced the hand between your legs with his cock, grinding it back and forth against you. You whined at his teasing.

"What's wrong?" He asked. You could hear the smirk in his voice.

You didn't want to answer. Everything he'd said about you being a desperate slut was true, but you didn't want to admit it, especially since you expected he'd only continue to deprive you if he knew how badly you needed him.

He smacked your ass again when you didn't answer. "I asked you a question."

You bit your lip to hold back another sharp cry. "Nothing's wrong."

"You're a terrible liar. There's something on your mind." He grabbed your hair and yanked you back so that he spoke directly next to your ear. "Tell me what it is."

"I. . . I want you."

He dropped you back on the bed, continuing to tease between your legs. "You have me, baby. I'm all yours."

"You know that's not what I mean."

"Ohhh," he pretended to have just realized what he'd known the whole time. "You mean you want me in here?" He teased your entrance with his tip.

"Yes," you sighed.

"Then why didn't you just ask?"

He slowly pushed into you, filling you up and stretching you out. If your hands had been by your head, you would've been gripping the bed sheets, but they were tied behind your back, so you settled for digging your nails into your palms.

Once he was all the way in, he stilled, giving your walls a moment to adjust to his size. Then he grabbed the rope that bound your wrists and started fucking you like he hated you. You bit the bedsheets, trying to keep yourself from crying out, but your attempts were futile.

"What are you whining for? I'm giving you what you wanted."

His strokes were rough and merciless and you wondered how this could be the same man who always touched you like he might break you. This was a side of Tomura you had never seen, a side you had never believed existed.

You loved it.

You gasped in protest when he pulled out of you, which resulted in him smacking your ass again and telling you to stop complaining, ordering you to get on your back in the middle of the bed. He helped you bring your bound arms around in front of you. Then he climbed over you and pinned them above your head before sinking into you once more.

Your back arched against the mattress, toes curling. You loved this angle. You loved the feeling of his body on yours, you loved getting to look at him, and you loved the way he groaned as he used you.

"That's it. What a good little slut you are," he said, grazing the shell of your ear with his teeth.

He untied your wrists and pulled one of your legs over his shoulder and suddenly he was hitting your most sensitive spot with every stroke, pounding it with a brutal force.

"Fuck! Tomura!" You threw your head back, squeezing your eyes shut as you were overwhelmed with pleasure.

He grabbed you by the neck and jolted you forward again. "Hey, I want you to look at me."

You nodded, focusing on his bright scarlet eyes. He was so fucking beautiful. How could he not see if?

He squeezed your throat. "Say you're mine."

"I-I'm yours," you choked out.

You were starting to feel lightheaded and dizzy, but oh, so warm and tingly too. All that kept you grounded was the feeling of Tomura fucking you relentlessly. And then, as he let go of your throat and you felt the intoxicating rush of oxygen returning to your brain, there was the sharp sting of a blade against your thigh.

A deep moan erupted from your chest. It should've hurt, but you had too much adrenaline from being choked, so it only added to your pleasure. Your hands flew to his shoulders, digging small crescents into his skin with your nails.

"Say it again." Tomura's fingers were once more wrapped around your throat.

As sick as it was, you were hoping for the same outcome. "I'm y—"

"No, not that," he snapped. The ice behind his gaze melted for just a second, and in that moment you saw your sweet, gentle Tomu in his eyes. To hide it, he bent down and nipped at your ear. "Say you love me."

You were glad he couldn't see your reaction. You were suddenly embarrassed. He hadn't said it back earlier and now he was using it against you? It felt almost cruel, but still you obeyed.

"I love you."

He released his hand from your throat and dragged another cut along your thigh.

"Shit," you breathed, digging your nails deeper into his skin.

He laughed. "You like that, don't you?"

You nodded, still coming back down from the high.

He shook his head, running his hand through your hair. "God, I fucking love you."

Your lips met in a frenzied passion. It was sloppy and wet, but you had never had a more perfect kiss.

He moved his hand between the two of you, circling your clit again with his thumb.

You flinched, worried you'd end up with another repeat of what had happened earlier.

As if reading your mind, he rested his forehead against yours and looked into your eyes, trying to comfort you. Even his tone was more gentle as he spoke. "It's okay, baby, no more games. You've been so good. I just want you to cum with me. Can you do that?"

"Yes." You had felt the pressure in your stomach for a while. You thought for sure it would snap with that last cut he made, but you surprised yourself and resisted.

He sped up his pace. You could tell he was growing closer as his thrusts became more erratic. Still, he kept working your bundle of nerves and swirling his hips to maximize your pleasure. You were so close to the edge, you weren't sure how much longer you could hold on.

"Tomura," you whimpered.

"I'm almost there, baby, I promise. You're being—mm fuck—so good."

After a few more thrusts, he held you close to him and you felt his cock twitch inside of you, filling you with his seed. At the same time, your orgasm rippled through your body, causing your walls to clench around him. You raked your nails down his back as you cried out his name.

He rested his weight on you and nuzzled his face into your neck, breathing heavily against you as he recovered. After a moment like this, he rolled to the side, wrapping an arm around your waist and resting his head on your chest. You lightly brushed your fingers through his hair, to which he hummed his approval.

"I meant it, you know," he murmured.

"What?" you asked.

"I really do love you. I'm sorry I don't show it."

"You do," you said. "In your own way."

"I just worry it's not enough for you."

You tilted his head up so that he was forced to look at you. "Tomura. . . you will always be enough for me."

He smiled and squeezed you tight, rolling back on top of your body so that he was completely crushing you. You couldn't help but giggle at his sudden playfulness. You loved this side of him.

After cuddling for a bit, he helped you clean up. You were searching the floor for your clothes when you remembered that they were gone.

"So, do I get to steal your clothes since you decayed mine?"

He smirked. "That was what I'd hoped, yeah. Take whatever you want from the dresser and i'll meet you out in the living room when you're done changing. I'm just gonna run to the bathroom and finish cleaning up."

You opened up his drawers and grabbed the first sweatshirt and pair of sweatpants that you found. They were too big for you, but they smelled like Tomu. Once you were dressed you made your way out to the other room and decided you'd try to set the game up. It couldn't be that hard to figure out, right?

You grabbed the remote from the coffee table and hit the power button. The tv flashed on to the middle of an evening news program. The woman on the screen was talking about recent attacks done by a group called The League of Villains. You were just about to change the channel when a familiar face popped up on the screen.

"The authorities are still on the lookout for the leader of the radical villain group, who they've identified as Tomura Shigaraki. If you see him in public, contact local police immediately. It goes without saying that he is incredibly dangerous and you should avoid approaching him at all costs."

Your heart dropped. You could hardly believe that Tomura, the man you loved, was a villain, but the leader of what seemed to be the most infamous villain group nonetheless? You felt betrayed. You felt tricked. But above all, you felt terrified as you realized you didn't know him at all.

"What are you watching?"

You turned to find him leaning against the wall behind you. His eyes were dark. You didn't know how long he'd been there, but you had a feeling that he could read your mind in that moment. He knew that his true identity was no longer a secret to you.

"I just. . . it just came on. I'm not really watching it. You know I wouldn't pay attention to any of this. I wouldn't want to ruin my optimistic view of the world."

You laughed, trying to make the last part seem light, but it sounded strangled, giving you away.

Tomura pushed off the wall, approaching you slowly. In the background, the newscaster was still reporting about the League's recent activity. She kept saying his name. You really wished she'd just shut the hell up and move onto the next segment.

When he reached you, he wrapped four fingers around your throat. "Are you afraid of me now?"

"Afraid? No, I—"

"You think I'm a monster?"

"Not at all!"

"Then tell me you still love me."

You were suddenly aware that the only thing that stood between you and death was his fifth finger hovering mere inches above your skin.

"Tomura, of course I do."

He tightened his hold. "Say it."

"I-I love you."

His eyes flicked between yours, searching for any sign of dishonesty. Your hands reached for him, gliding up his body in an effort to convince him.

"I love you," you repeated, cupping his jaw and running your thumbs over his skin.

You pulled him into a kiss, hoping that might convince him. But it felt wrong. You were tense and suddenly aware of the fact that the same hands that held you had been used to kill.

You weren't sure you could ever look at him the same way.

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infinitestalia · 1 year

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Why do you support aegon who is a rapist but you hate rhaegar. Both cheated on their wives to rape other women. And aegons bastards definitely would put helaena’s children in danger. It’s almost sad how much their stories parallel.

I find this line of questioning disingenuous because if you knew my opinion, you'd know that, unlike Rhaegar fans, I've never said Aegon is a good king or person and do not "support" him, but he can be a great character. Everyone in this story is varying degrees of horrific and reap what they sow. My issue is that Aegon is framed as a cartoonish monster from the go, specifically to further prop up Rhaenyra (while PEDOPHILE Daemon, evil in ways Aegon can only dream of, is some "cool" grandpa), and to condemn Alicent, rather than his rapist father Viserys. Are we not sick of them making every third character a rapist, deliberately or accidentally, as shock value or an edgy writing device? The entire point of the Dance is that both are terrible leaders, two cheeks of the same arse, if you will, yet one side is given the worst interpretation and the other white washed (why are Daemon/Corlys/Rhaenys/Viserys/Rhaenyra not condemned for ANYTHING?). If we're going by Mushroom's accounts, will Rhaenyra have Alicent and Helaena gang raped? I thought not. So why Aegon?

I like characters like Littlefinger, Tywin, Joffrey, etc, who are worse than Aegon and Rhaegar combined. This is ASOIAF, even your fan favourites like Tyrion and the Hound are despicable rapists/murderers/pedos. My issue is when the narrative/fan base will absolve certain characters for the same things that others are condemned for. Aegon- grey/villain- being a run of the mill, Robert Baratheon type tramp as king, in an inevitable civil war he's essentially just another pawn in and is never absolved for his crimes, is not the same as Rhaegar- a so called hero- impregnating a noblewoman, starting a war and it being framed as justified because it was for "love". THAT'S my problem.

And Aegon is just more interesting to me, he is a bunch of fascinating contradictions. The most self aware character on the show, knows all his deficiencies, yet he is incapable of betterment, preferring to stay stuck in a cycle of anger, self pity and loathing. A drunkard, who is the only one who sees the throne for what it is and does not want it. Infinitely far from a moral man as we saw, but the one Targaryen seemingly sickened by incest. He is sent over the edge in rage and grief over the loss of a child he never bothered to love when he was alive, the cycle of neglect he continues from his own father. Wants to please his mother and craves her affection, but all he ever does is cause her pain. Weak and seemingly cowardly, but brave enough to fight his own battles. Depressed, crippled and burned with no desire to live, yet refuses to die. Starved of affection and desperate to be loved, while never really doing anything to be worthy of it. He has few redeeming qualities, but the most beautiful and significant bond between dragon/rider is given to him. With one of the best actors on the show in Tom Glynn Carney, good writers would be able to bring that to life as a bitter tragedy, and yet they have failed at every turn. You don't need to be a good person to be a compelling character.

#anonymous #aegon ii targaryen #team green #anti hotd #anti team black #anti rhaenyra targaryen #anti rhaegar targaryen #sunfyre #tom glynn carney #aegon the elder

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starry-night-author · 1 year

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Loveee the new post 😩😩😩😩 make it a series if you would like

Thank you so much!! I think the most recent one when I got this ask was prompt #15, but lmk if that's not the one you were talking about! <3

Also, I have to admit... this is mostly just domestic fluff.

Prompt #15 (Pt.2)

(Part 1)

"I'm not talking to you," Villain huffed, folding their arms.

Hero raised an eyebrow. "I literally haven't even said anything." They'd just arrived for their night together with Villain, slipping off their coat. Villain sat on the bed, legs and arms crossed, refusing to look at them.

"You know why I'm mad," Villain shifted, turning their whole body away from them.

Hero did. Still, they couldn't help but tease. "No... I don't think I do. Did I walk in wrong?" It took everything in their power to keep the smile off of their face, the amusement out of their voice.

Villain glared at them. God, they were so cute.

"That's not it, then?" Hero stepped over to the bed, and Villain turned further around. "Did I make too much noise coming down the hall?"

They were now right at the edge of the bed, the mattress pressing into their thighs as Villain turned themself completely around, still pouting. "Or did I walk too quietly and startle you? I don't think I saw you jump when I came in."

Villain found a way to pout harder.

One knee on the bed, Hero leaned forward, arms wrapping around their foe from behind. "C'mon, what is it, Villain?"

"I'm not talking to you until you figure it out," Villain still wouldn't look at them, but they didn't pull away from Hero's hug.

So Hero hugged them closer, moving so their chest was pressed against Villain's back. They rested their chin on Villain's shoulder as well, leaning their head against their foe's. "Give me a hint, at least?"

Villain rolled their eyes. "Seriously?"

"Seriously! I'm drawing a blank here."

Villain leaned back against them, not responding.

"Villain, just tell me..." Hero whined teasingly. "I can't think of anything!"

"Yes you can! You just want me to say it."

"Say what?"

Villain didn't reply, and Hero knew they'd have to drop it soon before their enemy really got fed up.

"Hm..." Hero tilted their head the other way as they pretended to think. "Let me think back... could it have been something that I did last night? Or... a few weeks ago? Or..."

"I hate you," Villain grumbled.

Hero couldn't hold their laugh in, still hugging Villain tightly as they snorted, almost right in the villain's ear. "Ohhhh so that's what this is about. You're just mad because I beat you."

"It's not even that!" Villain exclaimed, pulling away. Hero let them go, sitting back and watching as Villain moved to the headboard, twisting around to sit against it. "My trap didn't work! It was going to be genius, and you figured it out!"

Right, Villain's traps that they took such pride in. The one they'd specially designed for Hero's team only earlier that day, and Hero had figured out how it worked and how not to fall for it. In the end their team had been able to capture Villain, but the criminal had slipped through their fingers just as they were calling for reinforcements to take them away.

Hero tilted their head in sympathy. "I'm sorry. But it's literally my job!"

"I'm still allowed to be mad about it." Villain drew their knees up to their chest. "And that one was particularly good!"

"It was," Hero agreed. "I only figured it out because you'd mentioned a similar trap you'd done once, and once I started to compare that to what was happening around me, I could get a general idea of where it was going."

"Wait, you only figured it out because I'd told you about it before?" Villain sat up with interest.

"Well, something like it." Hero clarified with a shrug.

"So I am still a genius!" Villain exclaimed triumphantly. They slammed their fist down on the bed. "No one can best my traps! I knew it!"

Hero chuckled, raising an eyebrow. "So that's what this is really about? We've gotten to the middle of this onion of anger?"

"I have a reputation," Villain sniffed haughtily. "No one's figured out my traps before, and you only did because I'd told you about it before, so it doesn't count. I have been bested by no one!" They announced.

Hero laughed again, walking across the bed on their knees to sit in front of Villain. "So you're not mad at me anymore?"

"I guess not." Villain yawned. "But I don't want to... do anything tonight."

"Then why'd you show up?" Hero questioned.

"Because I still wanted to see you," Villain cast them a smile, and Hero's heart melted. "I didn't have anything else to do."

"I wanted to see you too." They were irresistible as always, and Hero leaned in to kiss their cheek. "What do you want to do then?"

They ended up using Hero's watch to project a movie on to one of the walls, turning the lights off and snuggling up together to watch. The best position they'd found was to have Hero laying behind Villain, almost spooning them as they watched.

And it was just as the credits started rolling that Hero noticed Villain was breathing slower, their eyes closed and their body relaxed back against their enemy's. Hero grinned, pulling the blanket up higher over the two of them and reaching over Villain to their watch to switch it off.

They gingerly pulled Villain closer, shifting their arm underneath them to hold them tightly, resting their chin on top of their head.

They were warm, and their breath soft as Hero got comfortable next to them. Hero had never been in a relationship like this, and they had to admit they didn't think they'd ever be able to get by without someone to sleep next to at night. They slept better with Villain than they did by themself.

There was something so comforting to them about having someone else there.

Hero didn't know if it was the presence of another person or just Villain themself. Different parts of them wanted to believe either option.

They gently kissed Villain's head, wrapping their arm around them one last time before settling down.

"G'nigh't, Villain." They whispered softly. "I love you so much."

It wasn't much longer before Hero fell asleep, and the moon fully rose. It cast a long whitish beam through the room, draping itself like a bright veil on the bed, landing across Villain's blushing face.

They hadn't fallen asleep yet.

(Part 3)

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