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fluffylino · 5 months

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ghost face ! minho

i was watching scream and i wish minho had me screaming.

-contains mature themes (a little blood, fear play kinda)

"caught you!"

you screamed in terror. the masked man, taking you by surprise from behind. the lights were off and all you could see was that horrendous mask. which kept appearing in your dreams.

you struggled to get up from where you were crouched behind a table. and he had shown up. knowing exactly where you hid.

because he was watching. he was always watching.

stumbling you grabbed a flowerpot, throwing it in his direction. he dodged it. letting out a hearty laugh. you felt your heart stop.

you were backed into a corner.

one side was a wall and the other was the steps that led to the second floor.

if you ran upstairs, then there was no way you could get back down.

"sometimes you make it so obvious" he said, playing with the knife in his hand. pressing it against his hand. you were scared. he pointed upstairs with the tip of the knife.

"go on. run."

and you did. tripping on the steps. it was so dark you couldn't make out where you were going. that was until you ran straight into a dark figure.

"oh honey, you can't escape from me" he said, voice dropping. you felt yourself being pushed against the ground.

hard.

feeling a little dizzy with how fast you hit the floor.

you gave up. if he was going to kill you. then so be it. maybe he'd be kind enough to spare you again.

"l-let me live" you mumbled, feeling a thick rope bind your wrists together behind your back. his black cape running against you as he fumbled about.

"you know, fun fact. i don't kill. i just have fun!" he exclaimed, his voice muffled behind the mask. at times you wished you knew how he looked. you wished you could see his face.

he had told you his name through a phone call. you had to admit. you were braver when you were on call. rather than in reality. because reality was reality.

"you don't seem to sound like you're having fun"

he knew what you meant. his voice sounded like he was faking the fun voice.

"shut the fuck up, will you."

you shivered, going pliant. this was him. his deep voice. his voice that could make you cream yourself.

"aaahh-" you cried out, desperately trying to tug your hands free. he giggled, staring right at you.

all you could see was the mask. maybe a little glimpse of his eyes. but that was all you got.

the knife running along the insides of your thighs. a warm liquid dripping down. which he wiped away with his gloved thumb.

"so tell me. you called back today"

your eyes widened. you weren't expecting him to show up inside your house. dressed up, ready to do whatever he liked. if you knew he was going to come back, you wouldn't have called.

"stop crying for god's sake" he shouted.

spanking you hard. you jerked forward with the force. embarassingly trying to close your legs.

his clothed thigh wedged between your legs. fabric rubbing against your cunt in the best way possible.

"humping my thigh, now? you seriously are a horny slut" he let out. his hand playing with your folds. coating you with your own wetness.

"look at the camera."

you couldn't. you didn't know what he'd do with those pics. you pressed your face to the cold floor, spit dripping out of your parted mouth.

his dick buried inside of you.

"i. said. look."

he said through gritted teeth, tugging your hair to make you look up. your eyes rolling back at how deep he was. cock rubbing against that spot that had you seeing stars. the flash went off and he let go. your head falling back down.

"such a whore"

a few more tears slipped out. his fingers digging into your waist as he pulled you back to meet his thrusts.

"hm" he hummed. a little curiousity in his tone.

"why aren't you saying anything."

you kept quiet. letting yourself get lost in a fuzzy space. it was dark anyways. all you knew about the man who had screwed you once before, was his name.

he flipped you over. taking you by surprise by how gently he pushed back in. staying absolutely still. and you did the same.

"p-please" you muttered. a faint light from the neighbour's backyard lighting up the room. you could vaguely see his eyes through the mesh. his breathing heavy, chest heaving. he rolled his hips against you. a low moan leaving him.

you couldn't do this. you wanted more. to be touched. to feel him. without the mask. to see him.

"please p-please please" you chanted, shaking your head as you began to sob harder.

"do you even know what you're begging for" he chuckled, pressing his hand against your neck. with enough pressure to make your vision hazy. your mouth opened and closed as you wondered whether to say it or not.

"k-kiss me p-please" you whispered. it wasn't loud but you were sure he heard you.

"kiss me m-minho i beg y-you"

you shook, wrists aching at how tight he knotted the rope. he seemed to understand. grabbing the knife he had thrown on the side as he cut it off.

"p-please m-minho plea-"

throwing your arms around his neck. his body pressed against yours as you tugged him closer. how did he even breathe with that on. you could feel his eyes on you. and you were sure he was thinking about it. whether to trust you. whether to do it.

"damn you really are....quite the thing"

you hadn't even realised he had pushed the mask up to his nose. just enough to kiss you.

"mmph-" his lips roughly pressed against yours. a slight tangy taste of blood. his tongue eager to explore your mouth. you kept your mouth opening, letting him lick into you.

"swallow."

he instructed after spitting into your mouth. you did as he said. a whimper leaving you as you kept your mouth open. he was smirking triumphantly.

but what you did next mustve have shocked him. you pulled the mask off completely. flinging it somewhere behind.

kissing him before he could react. legs wrapped tightly around his waist to prevent him from moving. you clenched down on him. slick coating his length.

"aah f-fuc mmhph" he groaned out, his gloved hand tangled in your hair to keep you away. for a split second, you opened your eyes.

you could see him.

the outline of his face.

the slope of his nose.

his cat-like eyes. lacking any emotion, only lust.

a few blood stains on his cheek.

his messy brownish red hair. he looked better than you had imagined.

like a god.

"you're really being real risky tonight, kitten" he panted out. you let out a content sound at the nickname.

"s-so pretty" you blabbered, holding his face. his eyes widening at the sudden compliment.

"..me?"

"yeah..gorgeous" you said more clearly. he let out a soft laugh.

sticking his tongue out and running it against your cheek. unconciously you giggled, trying to push him away.

it was ticklish.

"awww someone's ticklish" minho grumbled, you could see the smile threatening to show.

that was thrown out of the window as he thrusted in hard, kissing you like it was the last thing he'd do. his hand creeping around your neck. pressing down. to hold you in place.

#this made me drool #minho as ghostface #i can imagine it #he's so fucking hot #ghostface lee minho #stray kids smut #skz smut #stray kids imagines #skz imagines #skz drabbles #lee know smut #lee minho smut #minho smut #bang chan smut #fluffylino works #KINDLY RAIL ME

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landitolover · 5 months

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𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍𝒔 𝒐𝒏 𝒇𝒊𝒍𝒎 in which pierre is dating everyone’s favorite singer! ౨ৎ pierre x female!singer!reader

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ynupdates Y/n, her first night and her first time playing in paris!! She preformed amazing and gave us a sneak peak of her new song, “dance with me” 🥹 who could this song be about ? 🧐🧐

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yourusername thank u france 🥖🥖🇫🇷🇫🇷 love u ❤️❤️🙈🙈

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pierregasly Over the break 💕

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user i love how yuki is still in these photo dumps ❤️

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yourusername hellloooo everybody!!!!!!!! new single out in a few days (yay) it’s called “dance with you” 💌

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user WE’RE FINALLY GETTING FEED

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YN 💕

PIERRE OH MY GOD

WHY WOULD U …

BAEB 🙊🤍

I MEANT TO PUT IT ON MY CLOSE FRIENDS I SWEAR

i mean ITS NOT LIKE PEOPLE DIDNT ALREADY KNOW..??

YN 💕

well YEAH.. but I wanted to tell my fans myself 😒

BAEB 🙊🤍

i’m sorry 😞

at least your single comes out in a few days .. ??

YN 💕

😒😒

ok wait

i forgive u 🤍🤍🥖🥖

BAEB 🙊🤍

❤️❤️❤️

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yourusername a very wise man once told me it wouldn’t b a photo dump if yuki weren’t in it … so i kidnapped him so he could be in my photo dump, thanks yuki ❤️🙊🐈‍⬛🥖

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pierregasly my little photographer

→ yourusername i should start charging u..

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yourusername heeyyoo! “dance with me” out noow…!!! and by the way, I DO really like you pierregasly 🤍🤍🥖🥖⭐️⭐️

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౨ৎ helloooo ! i hope u like this 😁😁 idk what to say tbh cause this is just a re upload …. I WILL TRY TO POST FOR DULCE HOTLINE SOON 🤓 i’ve been kinda busy tho, sorry ☹️😞

#𓇼 landitolover #꩜ my writings #f1 #f1 fanfic #formula one #f1 x reader #female reader #smau #pierre gasly #pierre gasly x reader #pierre gasly x you #alpine #beabadoobee #motorsports #f1 x female reader

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meaningofaeons · 9 months

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-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈ strength in weakness

⊹ character(s) - gojo satoru ⊹ word count - 891 ⊹ notes - fem!reader, hurt/comfort, fluff, silliness, spoilers for s2e5/hidden inventory arc (premature death), reader is a teacher at jujutsu high + a sorcerer ofc, kinda ocxcanon coded im sorry, this is so rushed and dumb and AUUUGHHHH

I....... I caved (ﾐዎ ﻌ ዎﾐ) this man does so many things to me and after seeing the last frame in the ep where his eyes looked a lil red (im including a pic at the end.) I had to write this up. also im so sorry this is like 110% me just turning my oc x gojo into a drabble lmfao LOVE YALL

"Gojo-sensei!"

"Ah, he's awake!"

"Hey, that's one of those expensive chairs, isn't it?!"

"Please don't fall asleep after summoning all of us here."

You stood idly by as your students pestered Satoru, arms crossed firmly in front of your chest. The man only smirked a bit, lifting his blindfold just enough to give Megumi a look.

In the split second before he pulled it back down, you caught sight of his eye, and faltered.

"Ha!"

"Oi, come on! My turn next!"

Yuji's bickering and Nobara's victorious, haughty laughter faded into background fuzz as you gazed after the special grade sorcerer, Megumi raising a brow at him.

"What're you smiling about?"

"Oh, nothing."

The white-haired man turned his head, and you could tell that even beneath that blindfold, he was staring straight at you.

"Ohhh~... Y/N came along too, huh?"

"L/N-sensei was with us when we remembered you had asked us to come by. She just walked us over."

"Aw, not here to see me, huh?"

You sighed, a bit of sarcasm leaking into your voice.

"As loathe as I am to hurt your delicate feelings, Satoru, I just walked the kids over."

Megumi gave his teacher serious side eye before responding. "I don't think anyone would willingly go to see you without being prompted to."

"Ouch."

You paused for a moment as Satoru turned around again, leaning down and beckoning the dark-haired student over. He listened politely to your words, and though he gave you an odd look, he walked over to Nobara and Yuji nonetheless.

"You two, let's wait outside for a bit."

"Huh?! But Kugisaki hasn't let me sit yet!"

"You can sit in the chair later. Gojo-sensei doesn't mind."

"I'll just take it from Itadori again!"

"Why, you—!"

The two eventually barreled out the door, Megumi giving you a small nod before sliding it shut behind himself. Satoru plopped himself back into his seat at that, his easy smile still ever-present.

"So you did come to see me."

"Not really," you murmured casually, earning an overdramatic, shocked gasp from the man. However, he calmed the theatrics upon the sound of your gentle footfalls, feeling your shadow fall over his seated form. "Just thought of something."

Your fingers brushed over the edges of his blindfold before you could stop yourself, but Satoru only shrugged, the barest hint of hesitation seeping into his light tone.

"Go for it."

You pushed the material up just far enough to see his eye once more, your thumb brushing over the reddened flesh beneath it. Slightly puffy, almost as if...

Right. It was around this time of year.

You recalled the time of your youth perhaps just as vividly as Satoru did, but you never were quite as close with Suguru as he was. So no matter how much you remembered, it couldn't compare to what he had seen.

"I'm starting to think you've got some less-than-professional feelings for me, L/N-sensei, what with this tender touch. Are you giving me special treatment?"

"Be serious for a moment," you scoffed, but your hand did not recoil. It made Satoru's smirk drop, even if only a bit.

Your voice was far gentler than he'd ever heard it before.

"How are you feeling?"

Perhaps it was an obvious question to ask, one with an obvious answer—regardless of how he truly felt, Satoru's answer would always be something placating, something lighthearted and in jest.

But this time, he only glanced away, blindfold still pushed up.

"Well, it was just a dream."

You nodded, hand falling away from his face. Before it could fall to your side, however, the man sitting beside you reached out, taking it gingerly.

You didn't ask any further. Prodding the issue would lead nowhere.

But your hand squeezed his just slightly, just enough for him to feel your flesh, warm and alive.

You were here. That's really all he needed in this moment of vulnerability.

"I didn't take you for the comforting type."

Your eyebrow twitched as he slipped back into that teasing lilt of his.

"I can comfort you with a nice slap to the face, if you'd prefer it."

"Not like you could touch me, anyhow~."

"You little—"

Before you could even react, Satoru had scampered to the door, slamming it open and wrapping an arm around Yuji and Megumi's shoulders, spouting some nonsense about missing his beloved students.

"What took you so long, Sensei?" Yuji asked, face scrunching as the white-haired man ruffled his hair.

"Don't you know anything, Itadori? He and L/N-sensei were in there alone, so obviously..."

Nobara's words devolved into hushed whispers as she spotted you in the corner of her eye, and you shot Satoru a warning glance as he leaned back to get a look at you.

You were sure that, in the several years you'd known one another, the man would have long since been able to recognize your eyes clearly saying, 'Don't feed a word into this, or I'll pummel you to death.'

Alas...

"Exactly right, Kugisaki! Full marks!"

"Whaaat?! Seriously?! Sensei, you and L/N-sen—"

"Don't feed them nonsense, you ingrate!" you shouted at once, chasing after a very unrepentant Satoru as he skipped around the courtyard. Megumi only grumbled out a sigh.

"So we all agree something's going on, ri—"

"Enough, Kugisaki, let's just go."

SEE WHATD I SAY!!!! HIS EYES!!!! I love you forver. .... please dont cry .................

#gojo x reader #satoru x reader #satoru gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojo #satoru #gojo satoru #satoru gojo #jjk #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader

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codenamesazanka · 3 months

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Age 3, Toga had her hair put up in messy buns, and dressed in cute, frilly clothing.

Her outfit looks to be a two-piece - shirt and skirt - complete with a little bow-tie and additionally frilly socks.

I don't think 3-year-olds can coordinate and dress into an outfit such as this without adult help; and to get her hair buns, there definitely needed to be an adult to style her hair.

So this was Toga, age 3, having been fussed over by her parents, who took time and attention to dress her in pretty outfits and brush her hair for her.

All this changed after she demonstrated the tendencies of her quirk, after her parents found her drinking the dead bird's blood:

In the first pic, she looks only slightly older than when she was in that frilly outfit - age 4 or 5, perhaps. She's several years older in the second pic - 8 years old, I'd say?

Her hair is being down is the most obvious change - her parents didn't take the time to style her hair anymore. They no longer help her put it in a hairstyle that would take an even few minutes of time and effort.

But her clothing has also changed - her dresses are much more plain, and look to be simple things that can be easily slipped over the head.

Much like how Toga's old house showed that her parents stopped marking her height at around age 3, the way Toga is dressed as a child also possibly shows that after Toga manifested her quirk, her parents might have just since gave her minimum attention. Might have avoided touching her as much as possible.

Toga will continue to keep her hair down for years afterwards until age 15 (last year of middle school). By then, she'll be old enough to do her own hair, but she continued to keep her hair down and straight. It's associated with 'normal' for her, the 'normal' that she's told to follow. It's part of the mask she wore, it's how she suppressed herself.

Once she ran away, though, once she's free from her house, and the 'normalcy' she was performing, Toga has her hair out in messy buns again:

And even in her imagine spot after her heart is saved by Ochako, she pictures herself with the same hair style.

#Toga Himiko #bnha #mha #heroaca #nalslastworkingbraincell #straight hair down for Toga is what gloves are for Tenko/Shigaraki #to me

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flynnriderishot · 4 months

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screw up pt.2 - n.d

it had been a few days since yours and larray’s party and people were still posting pictures of the event.

you were lounging in your apartment, having just finished cleaning the entire place, when your phone started going off like crazy.

you had a ridiculous amount of people tagging you in something that nathan, the triplets friend, posted.

you didn’t get the opportunity to speak to the boy very much as chris was just too thrilled that his best friend was in LA and wanted him to meet literally everyone. you had spoken briefly with him after running into each other a second time, but that conversation was cut short.

you weren’t too upset about it, but you definitely wished you could’ve spoken more than just a few words with him.

you smiled at the post of you and nate that was no doubt taken by either chris or larray. you had an idea that if nick or matt took the photo, it definitely would have come out a little better.

your curiosity got the better of you, your thumb clicking the comments before you had the chance to stop yourself.

(if you aren’t white, i apologize. i’m not white either but it’s so much easier to find pics)

ynswife omg! they met ?!

sturniolosbae nathan knows yn? @/nicolassturniolo wtf?

>>> nicholassturniolo what’d i do?

mattswifey cool?? did he just call the yn ln cool? oh he’s def in love

>>> christophersturniolo 🤫

>>> nathandoe8 seriously?

matthew.sturniolo i’m cooler tho, right?

>>> nathandoe8 idk bro. she’s pretty cool

>>> matthew.sturniolo pretty or cool? 🙄🤨

ynslovely lmaoooo not them exposing him 😭

you hummed thoughtfully. quickly commenting a simple white heart under the post before exiting the app completely.

just as you were about to get lost in the dangerous world of your mind, a text message from nick startled you.

nicolas 🤓:

nate wants your number

huh?

nathan wants your number. are you hung over or can you just not read?

no need to be rude 😔

i was just confused.

why are you telling me?

it’s called ✨consent✨

do you just want me going around giving your personal information to anyone that asks?

id appreciate it if you didn’t 😘

but nathan’s your friend and i trust that you trust him, yk?

i don’t 😐

but if that means you’re ok with me giving him your number then ok.

okay :)

does that mean you’re ok with me giving him your number?

yes, nick.

while through text you could pretend you weren’t completely freaking out, on the outside, you were completely freaking out.

nathan was gorgeous, that much was obvious. so what the hell did he want your number for?

you weren’t given much time to respond to your own question before an unknown number messaged you.

hey, it’s nate

nick gave me your number. but i’m sure you know that already cause he refused to text me back until he got your approval.

lmao 😭

hi, nathan

hi :)

a word so simple, yet your heart fluttered as you imagined what it would sound like coming from his mouth.

im in LA for a few more days…

do you maybe wanna hang out before i go?

sure

just us, right?

if that’s okay with you?

i didn’t wanna sound weird 💀

it’s perfectly okay with me. what’d you wanna do?

i’m okay with anything

an indecisive person meeting another indecisive person

i’m from boston 😭 idk whats around here.

jesus, nate 🤦‍♀️

i’m sorry 😔✌️

it’s completely up to you. i’m willing to do whatever crosses your mind.

really? okay then…

we’ll go ✨thrifting✨

from the triplets couch, nate’s head fell back when chris read over his shoulder and gave him a supportive pat on the shoulder.

“good luck, bro. the thrifting world is crazy.”

#chris sturniolo fluff #chris sturniolo imagine #chris sturniolo x reader #matt sturniolo fluff #matt sturniolo imagine #matt sturniolo x reader #sturniolo triplets #nick sturniolo #chris sturniolo #matt sturniolo #nathan doe x reader #nathan doe #nate doe #nate doe x reader

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queenendless · 5 months

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☯️My Senpai (Student!SatoSugu x Student!Reader ft Student!Ieiri Shoko)☯️

A/n: The canonical prequel of Ticklish Remedy aka the Cursed Seer AU!

You the late transfer, getting along with your fellow first years, while also being dote on by your senpais.

There is an allude to an ongoing mystery with you in this AU that is kinda obvious, crack kinda nonsense from everyone here, mentions of ShokoHime, and SatoSugu be kinda chaotic in this, I did the best I could to make it short but sweet!

PLEASE DONT PLAGIARIZE, STEAL, REPOST, COPY AND/OR TRANSLATE MY FANFIC CONTENT. Reblog, like, and follow instead please and thank you.

You're a walking mystery.

No family.

No home.

Just a wandering soul that was discovered passed out by the entrance, collapsed before the first torii gate.

Sensing the shift in balance as an abnormal source appeared out of the blue right at the doorstop, Gojo was the first to find you, followed closely behind by Geto.

Your eyes were closed, lost in subconsciousness.

But in your mind's eye, you could visualize everything transpiring. You could hear them clear as day. Gojo's curly lips as he held you in his arms, brushing your hair aside to see your face more.

“Like a little kitten~ Kawaii~”

“Less flirting, you. Best to take her to Shoko.” Geto murmured as he took you in his arms to carry you all bride-like.

“You're blushing though~” Gojo snickered.

“Shut it.” Geto's kick was halted by Infinity.

“You likey, me likey~” Gojo sang as they started climbing those stone steps.

Those two nosey felines peaked in as you awoke a while later after Shoko's healing did the trick, a cig between her quirked lips.

“Cutie pie.” Patting you on the head, she gave you a lollipop. “For being a good patient.”

“Hey! I want some!” Gojo barged in loud enough to startle you in bed, grabbing some right out of the opened bag nestled in the desk chair. “I get sweets on top on seeing this sweetie up and about for real!”

“Good to see you awake, um …” Geto's awkward trail off as he rubbed the back of his neck, not knowing your name.

“Y/n L/n.”

Those three had big sparkling eyes of wonderment the moment you replied. Even your name sounded wonderful to them.

Like, your very presence was swaying them all.

“Ieiri Shoko.” She saluted.

“Suguru Geto.” He bowed a bit.

“Satoru Gojo.” He winked.

Blushing up at their greetings gave an extra kick for you to feel energized.

Enough to change into one of Shoko's spare tees, sweatpants, and sandals before the trio brought you before Yaga-sensei who met you inside a shrine of the school, introducing yourself to the newfound principal.

After affirming your backstory and situation thus far, you were put on the spot and tested for your chance to stay, facing off against one of his cursed corpse dolls. A giant bear with boxing gloves.

Your eyes burned and gleamed bright as moving pictures appeared in your mind.

As they zipped up to you, you felt something click within.

In that next moment, your feet moved on their own.

Your desire to move had you zipping in blurry speed all over, exhilaration racing through your veins.

Kicking the bear right into the wall, leaving cracks in its dent sized hole.

Shoko snapped a pic whereas the guys both whistled lowly.

It all went by in a snap.

“Not bad. For a sapling. However!” He pried his wiggling bruised doll from the wall, cradling and patting the whimpering little thing. “Everyone has their reason for becoming a sorcerer. What is yours?”

“I have nowhere else to go … no one else to turn to.” That was all you could rely on because your recollection on how you teleported here was still foggy but there was nothing else to do but move forward and hope the truth comes to light in time.

“If this is my gift … my innate talent … my newfound purpose then … is to take advantage of it to the fullest. And if saving lives can come with that, then fine. As long as I have food, a roof over my head, and get paid for it, that is.”

Yaga-sensei turned to the second years who looked anywhere but him, whistling, at the mention of getting paid. “Very well.” Yaga bowed to you. “Welcome to Jujutsu High.”

You bowed in return when the clapping and congratulations from your new senpais had your face tinted like a flustered rose.

☯️☯️☯️☯️☯️☯️☯️☯️☯️☯️☯️☯️☯️☯️☯️☯️☯️

“Suguru?”

“Hmm?”

“Is that not the cutest thing you've ever seen?” Sitting against the vending machine, Gojo's blue raspberry lips curled up, directed at you as you chatted with your fellow first years.

“She has a name, ya know.” Geto's pineapple tinted lips pursed.

“And our precious kouhai to boot~!”

“Staring at her so much will only unsettle her.”

“Slowly growing curse energy level. Innate technique still developing. Almost as if she's just become a cursed newborn –”

“Terrible word choice.”

“These eyes can fully read her … but it still feels like she's hiding something.”

“Everyone’s entitled to have secrets.”

Only a week has gone by and already you were part of the IT crowd.

Clad in your new uniform, you had walked out of the combini with Nanami on one side and Haibara on the other, plastic bags of popsicles in hand as your senpais tasked you three with buying them, passing them out as you plopped a (favorite flavor) popsicle in your mouth.

Haibara got chummy with you, chattering about anything right away with his coconut soaked lips madly while Nanami commented here and there with those lemon lips but looking at ease with you two there.

Gojo chuckled, dumping his popsicle and wrapper into the nearby trash can. “How interesting~ This'll be fun~”

Despite barely meeting the qualifications of becoming a sorcerer, you gave off such a comforting assuring presence.

Everyone flocked to you. The curious, genuine soul amiss the cursed chaos that is this kind of life. Among this crew. A rare special enigma …

“L/n-chan~ Walk with me~ Talk with me~Adore me~!” Gojo appeared before you, floating right there, embracing you in a squeeze.

Burning face aside, the word slipped out before you could process it.

“No.”

Haibara's gasp, Nanami coughing out a snort in his fist, Shoko's kiwi glossed smirk, and Geto's surprised but amused face were all a pale contrast to Gojo's guffawed face as he shook you, oblivious to how your insides fluttered so damn much from his actions.

“Huh!? Why not!? I'm your senpai! The strongest one there is! You have to do what I say!”

“You and Geto-senpai are the strongest together, you hurtful baka.” You reminded the prime fact that has been etched in your mind and soul.

Geto's pink dusted cheeks made him that much more dashing in your eyes as he pulled you out of Gojo's arms. “Thank you, L/n-chan.” He then smacked Gojo upside the head. “Baka.”

“Suguru, I didn't mean that! Forgive me!’ The albino shredded waterfalls, embracing the stewing teen who easily broke free from the lanky grip.

You hurried over to hide behind Geto's bulky frame, peaking out at Gojo before blinking up at Geto with those anticipated e/c eyes earning an enriching laugh from him. “Yosh yosh~” Geto patted your head to your bashful self. “Forgive him. He's still learning the mundane ways of decency.”

Haibara and Gojo gasped dramatically in unison, Nanami looked cross eyed at the escalating nonsense, and Shoko took another popsicle in.

“You're just as bad as me, ya know.” Gojo poked him insistently in the cheek.

“Satoru, your prideful obnoxiousness isn't gonna win her over.” Geto lightly smacked his hand aside.

“It won you over, didn't it~?”

Gojo's sly smirk and Geto's flaming face had Haibara raspily squealing, Nanami covering his mouth to stop that noise, Shoko giving a bland whoop call and you this close to getting a nosebleed.

“Come on, Suguru~ Flex them muscles and brains for our sweet kouhai if you're so confident like you do for me~” Gojo flirted.

“We shouldn't overwhelm her right off the bat you idiot!” Geto hissed.

“What is happening?” Nanami was mortified.

“Our senpai are so brazen … it's inspiring!” Haibara was starry-eyed, seeing nothing wrong.

“The moronic couple have broken their own world record.” Shoko hummed as she was recording with her phone to show Utahime later.

Blue and almond clashed when a supple soft form appeared between the two, taking each of their hands in your own, tugging on them just to get them to hold hands themselves. “Don't fight because of me. Please.”

Arrows pierced the pair's hearts; red dusting from cheeks to their ears, with light in their eyes at the supportive small softie that is you.

“Kawaii~” Gojo hummed.

“Angelic~” Geto breathed out, stunned.

“Stubborn but reasonable … I like you.” Shoko laughed a bit; her popsicle stuck in between her lips instead, pulling you out from between them, hugging you from behind. “Maybe I'll keep you for me and Utahime-senpai to share.”

. . .

“Eh?”

Moving pictures flashed in your mind for a moment.

Holding their hands.

Being carried away in their arms.

Laugher ringing out through the bright scene.

They came in so quick.

They were gone the next.

“Eto?” Your dot eyes blinked dubiously.

“We call dibs on her, Shoko! Right Suguru!?”

“Wha – ?”

“Damn it, fine.”

You yelped as they each took an arm of yours and easily pulled you out of Shoko's hold, using their arms to carry you in their own makeshift arm throne, running fast enough to leave dust in their wake.

“Suck it Shoko!” Gojo hollered over his shoulder.

“I'd be lying if I said I wasn't interested! Sorry Shoko!” Geto yelled back in a jumble.

“Everyone!” Your panicked yell echoed along with their manic laughter as you three blinked out of view.

“GoGe throuple it is. Damn it.” She didn't sound too upset as she sent the recording to her bae before taking the bags you dropped amidst the chaos as she followed their path.

“Our senpai are idiots.” Nanami's head dipped in shame as he followed.

“But bold! I like it!” Oh Haibara, always the optimist.

As the winds blew hard and the sun gleamed for the optimistic future that laid ahead of you, you were suddenly lowered down. Your heart was ready to soar out of your chest.

The vision came true.

But chalking it up as coincidence would be best suited until more came into fruition to confirm their legitimacy.

Perhaps then, using them as a guide would help reveal the missing pieces in the puzzle that is you. How you came to be here. These newfound abilities of yours that were steadily growing as we speak. And your otherworldly charm that lures everyone in. These two especially.

Tilting his shades up to rest on his head, Gojo's eyes twinkled with deviousness as he cheekily giggled. “Y/n~ How lucky you are to have two strong senpai looking after you~”

“While part of me still finds this insane, I suppose being Jujutsu sorcerers in training entitles us to embrace the craziness. Right, Y/n-chan~?” Geto's toothy smirk made you just as nervous as it did anticipating what's to come.

You gave off steam as you hid your burning red face in your hands, earning you breathy laughs from those two as they waved at your fellow schoolmates that were finally catching up to them.

What a way to start things off.

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redactedrem · 11 days

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You know what? Fuck you. *Ponifies Batman*

Guys I'm so excited to share my newest project of ponifying the Batfam, it started out small with the hypothetical "I wonder what Batman would be like in a mlp universe." And then the project kept getting bigger and bigger.

If anyones interested in my world building/ headcanons surrounding this project, you can see it under the cut. (I didn't want to make the post too long.)

Incase anybody couldn't read my bad handwriting, I gotchuuu.

-(First pic) Bruce Wayne: Bruce had got his cutiemark the night of his parents death, after the grief had broken his spirit and he realized that he never wanted anypony else to feel the same pain as he does. (He has a fake cutiemark to cover up his obvious destiny)

- The first pic is pretty self explanatory, but I want to make it clear that Bruce's destiny isn't "My parents are dead so now I dress up as a bat and beat up mentally ill folk". Because I've seen people on here give hot takes on cutiemarks that directly link them to a ponies destiny.

This goes for specifically in the mlp fandom but (for the sake of being on topic) I'll use the the example of that one post where someone gave the hot take that Jason would get his cutiemark in the warehouse right before he dies (or after he dies? smthing like that) because "It would be really fucked up to know that you were always destined to die." And listen, I can appreciate some good Jason Todd whump as the next guy but knowing that this would be based in a mlp universe . . . just doesn't sit right with me.

It sounds less magical that way. Its like saying that Rainbow Dash was always meant to be the fastest flyer, so theres no point in trying to compete with her. So uhm, trying to stay on topic here. My personal hot take is that a pony's cutiemark is symbol of something that they do/ a skill or talent that they have that makes them happy. And whats a more magical and fulfilling destiny than doing something that makes you happy for the rest of your life?

Looping back to Bruce, he didn't get his cutiemark the moment his parents died, but I like to think that he got it sometime later on in the night. After hours of being checked on by the police, getting looked at by the paramedics, and after Alfred took him home. Its 1:40ish in the morning and tiny foal-Bruce is just staring at his bedroom wall feeling numb and dissociated to hell. And sometime after processing everything that night- he just decides that this is the worst thing that has ever happened to him and that he will do anything to make sure that nopony will ever feel the same pain that he has felt. And then-- Ta da!! Cutiemark!! Too bad neither he or Alfred got to experience the excitement when they both saw it the next day :')

(Edit: I didn't know where to put this detail, but Bruce's fake cutiemark is based off of the "Make It Wayne" TV logo from this fanfic here )

-(Second pic) The Bat: This is heavily inspired by Flutterbat, I know theres canonically already a race of bat ponies made from Lunas stunt as Nightmare Moon. But I chose to go through with the Flutterbat route because batponies are a race, and have bat-like features 24/7. In comparison Fluttershy maintains her pegasus appearance by day and transforms into Flutterbat at night (ALSO with there being implications that there are "Triggers" for her transformations in the day too!!) Which adds the "Vampire." right in front of her batpony title.

I might do a lil comparison chart between vampire batponies and regular batponies in the future or something. But for now I'm focusing on my batpony Bruce Wayne headcanons so yea. My point is that I felt like making Bruce a "vampire" batpony would give him a more solid secret identity with also the bonus of a really metal origin story.

Now we all know that the canonical origin story of batman is that a few months after the tragedy of his parents death, Bruce had fallen into a cave? a well? a pit? of bats and triggered a fear of bats since then. Later on he decides to become Batman so he can invoke the fear of bats he once had into the criminals of Gotham. Yadda yadda yadda.

Now canonically, we don't know the exact science on how Fluttershy turned into Flutterbat. What we do know is that at the time, pony magic is not researched enough for Twilight to be aware that Fluttershys "Stare" is her own form of pony magic and that it would interfere with Twilights spell.

Do you see where I'm getting at here? Uhmm don't ask me what exactly happened in the cave, I'm doing this for fun and thinking about it too hard makes me spiral. But uhmm something something- Bruce looked at a bat in the eye and decided to embrace his biggest fear to fuel his cause, and his already traumatized and fucked up pony magic had transformed his body- something something. (Edit: I didn't think about this until now but maybe Fluttershys "Stare" and Bruces "Bat Glare" could be a usage of the same form of magic? Just a thought)

I'll probably come up with a more suitable explanation in the future, but like I said. All of this is just for fun.

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sainz-leclerc · 2 years

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Imagine :

You were out shopping for the entire day .

Just as you were about to enter another store , you received a text and stopped in front of the store .

Unbeknownst to you , a group of formula 1 drivers were shopping in the same mall .

Right when they were about to enter the store you were standing next to , Charles stopped them abruptly.

“What is it Charles ?” Carlos asked confused, bumping into Lando.

Charles dragged Lando , Carlos and Pierre a few steps back and made a small circle.

“Okay okay , try not to make it obvious” he whispered “but look behind you. the prettiest girl is sitting right at the entry of the store”

But of course , instead of subtly turning their head one by one , all of them turned at the same time , staring straight at you.

Charles slapped them behind the head , making them groan.

“Ouch Charles” Pierre complained but then nodded “yeah , she is pretty”

“So what mate , you want her number ?” Carlos asked

Charles shifted a bit on his feet “well … yeah kinda”

All of them sat in silence for a second before Lando jumped up “I have an idea , come here”

Lando whispered his plan into the guys ears , all of them nodding and making their way over to the store.

They stopped right in front of the entry , and Pierre took his phone out to take a selfie .

When in reality , he was trying to take a photo of you.

At that moment , you looked up from your phone , noticing 4 guy’s taking a pic .

Grabbing your bags , you moved away ��Oh I’m so sorry , I didn’t realize you were taking a picture . I’ll move” you politely apologized , letting out a small friendly laugh.

They all burst out at the same time

“Oh don’t worry”

“You’re good , you’re good don’t worry about it”

“No worries , it’s alright”

“No no no , it’s okay but um ….”

You looked at them in a funny way , smiling at their outburst. Just as you were about to leave , one of them stepped up to you.

“Hey , um … Could I ask you something?” Charles asked , fumbling on his feet

Smiling at him , you nodded “yes of course”

“Well um … HE wants your number” and then he pointed at another one of the boys in the group.

The other boy threw his hands up , shaking his head “Nu-uh , he is the one who wants it” in a panic , Lando pointed at Carlos.

Carlos made a shocked face and simply pointed at Pierre while shaking his head.

Pierre at the same time pointed to Charles and started calling him out in french.

Soon enough , a full fight started between them , mixes of English , French and Spanish being thrown around.

You laughed softly at them , finding their little fight childish.

“I have an idea”

They all stopped and turned at you.

Pulling a black marker out of your bag , lucky you went office supplies shopping today , and pulled the first guys hand .

Charles blushed at you , loving the way your small hand felt around his large one.

“How about I give you all my number and then you 4 can decide who gets it ?” You ask , writing your number on Charles’s hand.

They all mindlessly nodded , giving you goofy smiles.

After you finished writing your name and drawing a small heart next to your number , you smiled at them and went on your way.

All four of them were stuck for a second, before Charles looked down at his hand and read you name.

“Y/n” he mused.

Hearing your name , Lando sprung back to life “you know what , I changed my mind . I do want her number”

“Same” Pierre and Carlos chirped at the same time.

Charles looked back and forth between his hand and the boys before breaking in a run , the other 3 hot on his trail.

“Charles”

“Come back here hijo de puta”

“donne moi ce numéro ou je jure que je te tue” / give me that number or I swear I’ll kill you

Hearing shouts from the other side of the mall , you turned around , laughing when you saw the boy you gave your number to running from the other three.

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chrollohearttags · 1 year

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how abt plug!draken with that same pinterest pic but he blowing our back out in the back seat, windows tinted and foggy and in an empty parking lot late at night 🥴

yep yep!! 🥴🫠 cause I know that pipe is sum serious. Especially after a big drop too? yeah, he be beating the guts in.

cw: black fem reader, weed smoking, au, backshots, hair pulling, aggressive draken 🥴 , infidelity, spit ish play, pet names/name calling (daddy, bitch, lil slut, angel), mentions of oral sex

“K-kennn…oh my gosh, you fucking this pussy so good..”

“I know I am…so open that shit up fa’ me, baby. I know you can take it.”

not the words you were expecting to be uttering on a random Saturday night in a desolate parking lot..on the opposite side of town, positioned on all fours in the backseat of the last person you should’ve been with. Hands held behind your back in a clutch, ass ricocheting off of his abs and pelvis in a thunderous clap. But alas, it had happened and it most certainly wasn’t the first time. Hell, with the way he dicked you down, it wouldn’t be the last either. Regardless of the risks and troubles that could come along with such an illustrious affair. The truth of the matter was..(y/n) was a taken woman. The arm candy and girl of notorious dealer Kisaki Tetta. A man as diabolical and dangerous as he was handsome. With a reputation for disposing of anyone who wronged him. Not someone to be crossed or to be played with yet you welcomed the challenge of doing so. And what better way than by fucking on his rival behind his back? Sitting on his lap during their somewhat cordial meetings, exchanging glances with the leader of the rival syndicate, Ken Ryuji..better known by his street moniker, Draken..however, there was another name you liked to refer to him as:

“C’mon, baby. I know he’s not fucking you right. Not the way you deserve..tell me, who fucks you better? Me or him?”

the answer so blatantly obvious by the blanket of cream drenching his shaft. A result of his impeccable foreplay, which consisted of choking as the two of you exchanged sloppy kisses..eating your pussy through your thin panties and then following up with facefucking you until he shot a load of warm nut down your throat. Now here he was, looking to drain those balls yet again, feeding you deep strokes as he smacked the plump of your ass with a heavy hand.

“Didn’t I just ask you a fucking question, angel? Answer me..”

“You daddy..you fuck me so much better!—ahh fuck—“

interrupted by the increased speed of his thrusting. Doubling over your entire frame, folding you up once more to the highest arch you could muster as he pulled you hair..pounding your shit into oblivion. An answer that sufficed just fine and gave him all the more reason to drill your shit until you turned his car into a water park. And did it please him to know that not only had he stolen one of the biggest licks right out from under that smug bastard but his lady as well. Scooping you up after a text from your second phone came through to him, saying you needed him and he had never disappointed a customer in his life so he made his way to you. He wasn’t remorseful seeing as how he neglected you so badly, you had to go searching outside of your relationship for love and good dick. After feeding you a perc and bouncing that ass on his lap as you straddled him, it was up. Now you were face down, getting that little second entrance spat in before finding it filled with his thumb. Still clawing the leather interior while taking his cock.

“That’s right..you’re my bitch now. My pretty lil’ slut…the one who’s always gone’ come back to me.”

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grapecaseschoices · 16 days

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OC in 15: Kendis Crawford-Louel

rules: share 15 or fewer lines of dialogue from an OC, ideally lines that capture the character/personality/vibe of the OC. Bonus points for just using dialogue without other details about the scene, but you're free to include those as well!

I was tagged by @deepinifhell and am woefully delayed in getting on this.

Tagging: @thedeadthree @thee-morrigan @nat-seal-well @nightingalesighs @laufire @lusavors @cypresswrites @thelittlestspider @mt07131 @roxaro @quaxorascal @tuomniia @andthatisnotfake @sunshineandviolets @sapphic-story [tagged fifteen peeps! i think! and as always no pressure!]

Most of the dialogue from old rp stuff repurposed for this meme, some from unposted stuff, and a few I made up for this. (As warning: some cussing)

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1] However, strangeness of the situation proves that the metal gates aren’t fully down around the castle, because she bites out, bluntly, “No! No. I’m not okay.” Her breath hitches. “Don’t. D-don’t follow that up with another question. I thought we talked about this.”

By ‘we’ and ‘talked’, she meant the time she summarily shut down his last attempt to dig deeper. It should’ve been obvious by now that Kendis didn’t like accepting what they insisted on dishing out.

2] "Yook, Kenny, yook!"

"What'm I lookin' at, teeny tyke? --- Well, now. Look at that! Is that me? In fact, I know that's me. That's the second prettiest person in this entire art of prettiness. And is the one right next to me you? It's got to be 'cause that's definitely the prettiest person in this."

"You siwwy, Kenny. Boys not be pretty!"

"Am I? Well, if you're sayin' that's right then I'll consider it. But being silly doesn't mean I'm wrooooong~. Boys can be very pretty, kiddo. People can be whatever they wanna be so long as they're --- kind, yeah? And you're the kindest, prettiest, most talented teeny tyke, I've ever known. Oh, now you're laughin' at me, huh? Well, Ima show you 'bout that teeny brat."

3] "Who invented white allosexuals, like for real? Someone return this woman to sender."

4] "We're not even four days into a fucking New Year and this shit stain is stinkin' up the place."

5] "And I get that it's different things for different people. But I rather lose a place, than lose the people that matter with it."

6] "I know you've probs been lied to lately. But you're really not cute."

7] "He obvi picked bad pics on purpose, you Italian booger."

8] "I'm like Siri. Except better looking, smarter, much louder, and not an AI slave to a hegemonic hell-hole that stole the name of one of the best fruits. Like ever."

9] "Um, excuse you. I'm not reckless. What 'bout me screams the self sacrifice type?"

10] "Hey. Hey! Look at me! That's it ... slow breaths. I've got you. Do you -- you're okay, slowly ... Do you remember what I told you last week? Just nod. I've got you. I've got ya. You remember this? That's my pinky. We pinky promised -- the biggest and most bindable way to lock in a promise, yeah? And you may not know this about me, but I don't make promises that I can't see through. I said you're gonna be okay. And I mean that. I'm gonna make it happen, okay? I'll -- I'm here now and I'll be there at the end. Prommy, prommy, prommy, prommy, pro -- oh, a laugh, huh? Ha. That's what I like hearing. Leave the worryin' to me, dude."

11] "If this human version of a mutated ingrown armpit hair follicle don't get up off my face in the next 10, 9, 8, 7, …."

12] “Ow! Fudging snowcaps! That bitch hur –” They stopped mid-yelling but simply began complaining underneath their breath.

13] "I'm --," Kendis gestured sharply with their right hand as if orchestrating their feelings or encouraging Morgan to jump in. Not that they gave her much of a chance when they quickly added, "You know."

"You're?" Morgan smirked, "You know? I don't think I do."

"Yes. You do."

"Nah, nothing's ringing a bell."

"Well, that's probably all the brain damage you got from the last fight."

"Right. I remember that. The fight where I got stabbed instead of you."

Kendis' nostrils flare and their jaw clenches so tightly Morgan almost feels a sympathy twinge in her own teeth.

14]

“Then why won’t you tell me you love me? Maybe a little reward so I can be brave?”

“‘Cause a face full of kisses wasn’t enough? Wow.”

“Sure, it was nice but this is a big deal. I think I deserve a bigger reward.”

“Aren’t rewards for after you actually do the stuff?”

“You’re right. How about you say ‘I love you’ just because you do!”

“You look cute when you pout an’ you’re gonna be late.”

“Please, Kendis? We’ve been dating for a while now and … That is – Unless – You don’t.”

“I don’t what?”

“You know you are always avoiding it, saying how you feel about me, and you’ve never come close to saying the words .. and sometimes I’ve wondered … I’ve been very patient the last several months –”

“Then keep on with that.”

“Okay. Okay. Kendis. Do you love me?”

“Can we talk about this later? This ain’t as black an’ white as you’re making it look like.”

“But it is. It is a very black and white question with a very black and white answer. Do you love me?”

“Austyn. Austyn? Stop that! What’re you doin’? Don’t. You’re – fuckin’ –”

“These are the notes I wrote you. Look at them. Look how far they reach on your floor. Look!”

“No”

“You never even wrote it back. I kept saying it and writing it and you never gave anything back … B-because … because you don’t.”

“I never gave – We’re not doin’ this right now. Again. Why’re you doin’ this right now? We don’t even have the time to really get into -”

“What is there to get into? It’s yes or no, Kendis! If you say that, then it will be all settled.”

“Maybe stop cuttin’ me off an’ let me speak.”

“You cut me off first! And don’t you start raising your voice at me!”

“You started that shit first, yourself! What is with you?”

“Why are you acting like I am overreacting? I’m not! It isn’t wrong to want to know whether or not my best friend is in love with me. It isn’t wrong to know if you really see a future with us together or if you’ve been just tagging along because I’m one of the very few other out girls in school.”

“You called me your best friend.”

“What?”

“You should know how I feel. You say I don’t give you nothin’ back but that’s a damn lie an’ you know it.”

“Then why don’t you say it? I say it all the time!”

“But are you really meanin’ it?”

“Uh - Wha – EXCUSE ME!?!!”

“Are you? How can I say those words to someone that's not a sure thing? You talk a lot about a future that ain’t here but what you really got to say for the now.”

“Wow. Asshole.”

“Takes one.”

“Fine. Don’t love me. I think it’s best if we take some space right now and reconsider our priorities.”

“Austyn. I didn’t mean – Austyn this is silly.”’

“Is it?”

“Why're we even doin’ this right now? What about the formal?”

“Don’t call me unless I call you.”

“Austyn!”

“Don’t.”

“You know what? Fuck you.”

“Apparently not even in the next few months, asshole.”

15]

Kendis narrowed her eyes but forced herself to take a deep breath, “You. Bumped into. Me!” Honestly, that was a generous and kind assessment. If Kendis had been human, she doubted she would’ve been able to stand with only a headache and a bad mood to show for it.

“Yeah, because you slowed down when you weren’t supposed to! I was keeping pace with you, speeding by the way, and then allva sudden –”

“I know you’re not blaming me for any of this, let alone your speeding, you Stranger Things reject.”

“Excuse me?”

Kendis felt that anger again – no, they could almost taste it. It was just wafting off the air from the shifter in front of them. It was churning up their stomach like sick, this anger that wasn’t their rage.

It was restless, like her’s was, but was also too hard, too cold.

Not right, not right. The warning blared in Kendis’ gut. Something was off and they needed to leave.

“Don’t!” They warned when the person reached out to grab at them, clearly making Kendis ready to skedaddle. The sharp yell struck out like a roll of thunder, loud and final enough to make this person hesitate, before Kendis’ voice dropped into a growl, “Don’t. Touch. Me.” [x]

#insight: kendis crawford louel #oc: kendis crawford louel #kendis x austyn #i wrote this great exchange for morgan and kendis but it deleted so fuck that #effing tumblr #grapecase writes #also i had a bunch of people tagged but it didnt save and idr who i tagged and i dont remember who has been tagged before so #im winging it and if i missed you im sorry. just do it and tag me. and i double tag you im sorry #as always no pressure #the longer stuff is toward the end #so long post #i'm not satisfied with number two but i've decided to stop fussing

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filmbyjy · 1 year

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I want angst to fluff

youre dating heejake but you feel like youre not bcs they are always together, when 3 of you are in dates they would always be close to eachother, so you decided to end thjngs with them, they were grieving so much and they only noticed they werent giving you affection, one time you posted on like insta or smth but the caption is " ty for being my friends you guys were the only one who were there for me" (insert pic of friends). Heejake saw your post and went to apologize to you but they saw you with jaywon , they were showering you with hugs and kisses on the cheek. so they decide if its the best to leave you alone, you were happy with heejake but not happy as jaywon.

IM SO SORRY IF ITS TOO LONG

a/n: no!! long asks means its a good thing!! I will have bigger idea and its been narrowed down to how you’d like it! so yes, I don’t mind getting long asks!!

pairing: heeseung x fem!reader x jake

genre: polyamorous relationship, angst and fluff

warning: there is angst for the first part but don't worry! the ending was meh, i'm so sorry :')

word count: 1.3K words

don’t leave me

it had been a total 245 days since you’ve started dating these two boys. about 8 months or so. you love them both however, recently...you were feeling like a thirdwheel. you knew your two boyfriends were practically attached to the hip.

they were best friends since middle school, they practically grew up with each other. at first when dating them you knew what you were signing up for. you knew they were very close but you just didn't expect them to literally ignore you at times. it was like you weren't there at times and it hurt you.

you tried telling them about this. expressing your feelings. they did try to improve on it but then they just went back to how it was. you had enough with it, you couldn't deal with this anymore.

"let's break up." you told them as they were laughing in the living room talking about all the crazy fun things they had done together at the arcade. you weren't even invited to it.

it went silent. the two boys staring at you wide eyed. you looked away from them so you couldn't see their expressions. you knew you'd breakdown the moment you saw their faces. you still loved them a lot but you couldn't handle more of this. you didn't even feel like a friend, you’re just like an outsider to your relationship.

— placing this in case the read more messes up —

"what, why?" jake voices out. his tone was soft, he knew you'd cry any second now.

"just because." you simply said.

"babe-"

"i'll pack my bags and leave tonight. you two take care, alright?" you left the living room and went to your room.

it had been a month since the break up. you've moved out of their house and left not a single trace. you had such a hard time for the first 2 weeks. you didn't leave the bed. not even once. your two friends jay and jungwon had tried to pull you up. get you out and make you happy but it was hard.

jay and jungwon were a couple. though, they frequently deny they are in a relationship but it was obvious they liked each other. you assumed they didn’t want to put a label over their ‘relationship’.

jungwon nudges your shoulder, "hey there, pretty. here, a glass of water to sober you up."

jay drapes his jacket over you. you smiled at him and thanked him.

"look, i know you want to forget about them but sometimes it's okay to say that you miss them." jay says. you laid your head on jungwon's shoulder.

"is it obvious?"

"very." jungwon says. you smacked his arm. he chuckles and grabs your hand, playing with your fingers. you've never experienced this when you were dating heeseung and jake.

sure, they did a little affection but they did more together then with you. jay and jungwon always gave you the perfect affection. they both initiate it on you (despite being only friends with those two. it was simply platonic)

"you know...if you want them back, we could always devise a plan." jay says.

"a plan of revenge, hyung?" jungwon asks. jay smirks and ruffles jungwon's hair.

"god, now you are making me feel like a thirdwheel." you groaned.

"ah, no. you aren't a thirdwheel! you know we love you (name)."

"yeah yeah. just bring me home. i wanna sleep, i'm tired. i don't wanna deal with life anymore." you mumbled out. jay and jungwon sighed. they brought you home that night and tucked you into bed.

jay dials for jake.

“she’s asleep.”

“that’s great.” jake says.

jay sighs, “look, I know you two miss her. it’s obvious every time we hang out. I literally can see you two pouting every time we mention her.”

“we don’t-”

“cut that bullshit. you two love her a lot still and the break up was stupid. the three of you could’ve worked it out if you talked. (name) told you about it and you did nothing.”

“we did try something but it didn’t work. maybe we were never meant to both date her.”

“what do you mean. you both brought the best out of her. she was happy. yeah, she’s happy with us but she’s not as happy as when she was with you.”

“well it’s over.”

“not if you two get your asses back to her, get on your damn knees and apologise.”

“but she won’t-”

“jake, both me and jungwon love you but sometimes…I JUST WANNA SMACK THAT IDIOTIC FACE OF YOURS.” jay yells. jake winces.

“alright. we’ll go talk to her tomorrow.”

however, they never did. well in the morning nor afternoon but you heard the doorbell ring at like 1am. you had just gone out of bed to grab a glass of water since your throat felt dry. the moment you opened the door, you swore your heart dropped at the sight of your exes.

“(name).” heeseung says. you wanted to shut the door on them but you couldn’t. you were frozen in your spot. it’s been too long since you’ve seen them since the break up.

“we came to apologise.” jake adds.

“can we come in?” heeseung cautiously asks.

it was freezing and the two boys had simply thrown a hoodie over their body. you knew they both got cold easily and you would feel bad to let them freeze so you let them in your home.

all three of you settled on the couch in the living room. jake kneels down on the ground. you were shocked.

“(name). we are so sorry.” he voices out. heeseung does the same and kneels in front of you.

“boys, get up.” you pulled them up. “why are you doing this?”

“we can’t forget about you, (name).”

“we also feel awful about ignoring you. we didnt intentionally do it. it’s just-”

“our first time getting into this kind of polyamorous relationship. moreover, you are our first girlfriend.”

“we didn’t know how to act and to be honest, it was a jerk move to completely ignore you and not communicate with you.”

“you deserve the world, (name). we didn’t treasure you enough and for that…we’re extremely sorry.” jake says. the moment you looked up to meet their eyes, you noticed the tears falling from both of their faces.

“jake, heeseung.” you pulled them into a hug. it felt too long, you missed this. you missed them. however, you knew you’d be a fool to accept them back. what if they continued with the same thing again?

you let go of them once all three of you calmed down.

“I’ll be honest, I don’t know if I’ll be ready to fully accept you guys back. i’m afraid that you guys might ignore me again and we’d just go back to how it was. i don’t want that to happen.” you say. they nod.

“we completely understand. we should leave, thank you for hearing our apology (name).” heeseung says. he pays jake’s shoulders and jake stands up. poor jake sniffles, he already feels like crying once again.

“wait.” you say. they turned around and you hugged them again. “i love the both of you.”

“we love you too.”

they left that night feeling guilty and sad. however, nothing could fully prepare themselves for when you appeared at their front door. kissing the living daylights out of heeseung since he opened the door.

it had been too long. since you’ve felt your lips against his.

“hyung, who was at- the front door..” jake pauses. he did not expect to see you. you pulled away from heeseung and turned your head to meet jake’s eyes.

“umm hi?” jake says. you walked over to him and pulled his onto his collar before smashing your lips against his. jake yelps in surprise. he wasn’t complaining though, your kiss was truly something else.

his hands wrapped around your waist. you pulled away.

“why did you-”

“i know i’m stupid but I really don’t want you guys gone from my life. i really love you two. i umm, can we try this over?”

both heeseung and jake looked at each other.

“of course.” jake pulls you into a hug.

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sgiandubh · 5 months

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Querido diario

Querido diario,

Sometimes, it's not a good idea to close your eyes and let everything go. Yesterday, for example, it wasn't. At all. I saw three people, very oddly assorted. It was like comments on my blog, only live, you know. So, I asked: 'who the fuck are you, the Three Kings? Aren't you supposed to come in January, with candy and gifts and shit?' 'Nah, we're the Three Newbies', said a young woman with a red beanie. 'We're just random, like that. We came because you say all the time your page is for our sake only. So, there's that, see?' 'Oh. What's your name, I can't read it.' 'Rotkäppchen.' 'Huh?' 'Para español, pulse 1. Caperucita Roja.' 'English, loon! I have readers'. 'For English, press 2. You do?' 'Yeah. Many. So, what's the story with the red beanie, woman? Are you a Communist?' 'No, I don't think so. What is a Communist?' That question gave me pause. I didn't know what to answer, so I went with the obvious: 'Doesn't matter. So, you're a Taiter, huh?' 'A what? No, I don't think so.' 'You don't think so? ' 'Uhm... look. I think I've got the wrong address, here. Con permiso.' And then just like that - poof!- she was gone. The second one was really bizarre.

Sorry. Wrong pic.

'Who the hell are you? Sgian-dubh?' 'I ask the questions, here. Who are you?' 'Doesn't matter. But you're Sgian-dubh, right?' 'No, I am not. I am The Caterpillar. Explain yourself: why do you think I am Sgian-dubh?' 'Because you smoke.' 'Blimey. That's not near enough. Very well: you can ask me just one question and I'll give you the truth. But just one, ok?' The truth! This is where I lost it. The truth! 'Ok. Here's my question: are the Three Little Pigs shippers?' 'Why do you ask?' 'Because they're still here and normally, they shouldn't, fuck my life.' 'Keep your temper. Don't scream like that. They are. But I thought you were going to ask about other things. You disappoint me.' 'Whoa, what other things? We know everything, we have all the papers. We don't need a stupid caterpillar to tell us what to think!' 'Who is we?' 'Me and my Evil Twin. What a question! Look, are you a sock account, or what?' 'Now, that's insulting', said The Caterpillar and then just like that -poof!- it was gone. The third one was a blonde guy. Something like that:

'Sam?' 'Huh? Non, je suis le Petit Prince. Uh...Nope, I am the Little Prince.' That guy was a fraud, I am telling you. All you needed was just a good look. 'But you are 6'2''. You are not little!' 'I am 6'3'', thank you for rectifying. If you see me this size, that's your problem, girl.' 'But how come I don't have to press any button for English? You're such a fraud!' 'I am an updated version of your fantasy, that's all.' 'What do you want?' 'All I wanted to say is that you can see things clearly only with your heart.' 'That is soooo gay!' And then, just like that - poof!-, I woke up.

#Anon #fandom

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awsugar · 5 months

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Mac what was the book Beemer sent to Frank?

from what i know its a photography book made from the photos that he took on swarm tour. worm has also posted the book a few months ago.

i actually have known about the book since the tour started. long story short, beember interviewed me for the doc (now up in the air if it will ever come out lmfao) at the second mk show in may 2022. then later on when we had made it to barricade he came up to me out of nowhere and held up his phone to me and was like "is this you?..it was a pic of me outside the shrine from the day of the show. i was like wtf...yes. but then i put two and two together. i was like wait....were you the photographer from the shrine?? liek you took the group pic at the end of the show? and he said yes. and i was like why was it never posted!!! no one has ever seen it!!! and he gave me like a smirk idk and walked away. and then like 5 min later he came back and showed me the shrine group pic on his phone. i was like 😮 and anyway at that point he whispered to me "theyre doing a book" and i was like......omfg. first of all i dont know why he revealed this to me out of nowhere. but i was liek ok slay. and i was EXCITED.

and anyway ok heres the thing, im really really confused about it now. because when he TOLD me they were doing a book like. to me that meant, theyere having me take photos on the whole tour so they can release a book at the end of it. and i was really EXCITED about that. because like of the obvious reasons, but also because (especially at this point) i KNOW that he took a ton of photos of my friends and i on barriacde, i was sure that we would be IN the book so i was like what an amazing souvenir and memorabilia of this time of my life...and then time has gone on and now two people are confirmed to HAVE the book. its been ages. it exists. and theyre not teasing it. apparently its for them??? which liek dont get me wrong, thats not confusing. i get why they would want something special to commemorate this tour.

HOWEVER. theres a couple confusing parts of it. first of all, yes its a great memorabilia for them, a great coffee table book, whatever. but you knwo how frank always says that it would be weird if all the art that fans made of him was all over his walls, like miles would end up being a serial killer or whatever, you know. like i dont think any of tjhem are so self obsessed that they hired a photographer just so they could have pics of THEMSELVES. like yes its normal for them to have one, but weird for it to be the sole reason. ALSO. even if it is something they really wanted for themselves, why not sell it? why take so many pics of fans that we'll never see? but like why not SELL it? they could make so much money. we know they love to make so much money. so why not.

and then ok the big one for me is: IF it was always intended as a personal project for band and crew: why post so few of the photos on social media during the tour? cause the thing is, when i thought the book was going to be sold, it made complete sense to me that only like one photo per show was being posted by beemer on insta. because he was saving basically all of them to sort through for the book. and now its like...well if that wasnt the case why havent we seen 99% of the photos from the tour?? bc if you went to any of the shows, you know that beemer literally photographed every single show beginning to end. there are so many THOUSANDS of pictures.

and anyway, yea its a photography book. that i thought was going to be available to us. and im just really.....really....confused that its not....

#anonymous #asks #also at one point i mentioned on here that i knew about sometrhing they were working on #and that something i was talking about was the book #and i got multiple pissed off anons that were like YOU DONT KNOW SHIT!!! WE DONT BELIEVE YOU!!!#and anyway i have screenshots of when i was telling a friend about it on discord from like june 2022 #in case you think im full of lies still lmao #it was so random that he told me as well

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ryuttaeng · 1 year

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pairing: perv!lia x fem!reader

summary: you decided to stay for a sleepover with yeji and her friend. you still have to introduce yourself to her and get to know her…

contents/warnings: suggestive, minors dni. dirty talk, pet names, swearing/cursing, please do not read if sensitive/uncomfortable with such themes!

genres: suggestive

a/n: it’s a fanfic swap between me myself and i and @writers-gf 🥳

lia felt heat pool between her legs as her friend’s friend smiled at her. yeji showed lia pics with her and her friend before, but she never thought you would look more pretty and more attractive in real life rather than on a selfie.

“jisu, it’s y/n, i showed her to you before. y/n, it’s jisu, she also goes by lia and i told you about her too.” yeji introduced you both, as lia looked down at you and she shook your hand. “it’s a pleasure to meet you, y/n.” she said, as her gaze stopped on your cleavage for a few seconds.

speaking of which, lia had to quickly change topic to other when yeji would bring up you in her stories and show pics of her and you together. it’s not that she was jealous, it’s just the angle that yeji decided to take photos with. sometimes it was just the angle of the photo that made reveal your cleavage or it was your clothes pick that day, but it always made lia to get off to your pictures with yeji, wishing it was her to spend time with you.

“…lia…jisu!” lia slightly jumped at the sudden voice near her ear, making her look at the person that called her. yeji crossed her arms as she gave her knowing look. “what?” lia blinked several times before she could notice yeji’s look on her. “it’s pretty obvious that you like her.” yeji pointed at you, while you were away on the kitchen. “i’m not-“ “it’s actually pretty obvious that you want to sleep with her. and by sleep i don’t mean-“

you returned from the kitchen right on the moment when lia placed her hand to shut yeji, making them look at you as you looked at them in confusion. “…okay.” you said, as you sat down between yeji and lia.

it was unbearable to keep her hands in place when your thighs were revealed. lia barely even remember the film’s title as she kept her eyes on your body. misplacing her hands, leaning on your shoulder to get a better look on your cleavage, everything lia could think of.

the next 30 minutes lia would accidentally bump into you, and usually with her back pressing to your chest. she would also occasionally hold your waist and apologise for being too ‘clumsy’ today.

you opened your eyes to the feeling of someone laying down near you. you turned to look, if it was yeji or lia and you found last one looking at you. “lia? what are you doing here?” you asked, as lia’s eyes trailed down your body. “yeji kicks me in her sleep and you know, it’s not the most cutest thing to be used to.” indeed, yeji would accidentally kick you in her sleep. you nodded, turning back to finally get some rest.

lia slowly moved closer to you, but now pressing her chest to your back. her hands slowly moving upward as she tried not to squirm much. “lia, what are you doing…” you whispered as her second hand got lower. “the night doesn’t have to end here, you know.” lia whispered back, as her movements got intense.

saying that lia wasn’t hot attractive would be a lie. actually, yeji showed you some her pictures and maybe her profile on instagram randomly popped up in your feed and you’re definitely just occasionally checked her posts.

as lia’s hand cupped your breast, her other hand was already under your shorts. you squirmed under her touch, making her to remove her hands. “really couldn’t keep my hands off you, will work on that.” lia almost removed her hands, but you stopped her. “no! i like when your hands are on me… i love it actually.” you said, keeping her hands in place.

you could sense lia’s grin behind your back. “oh, do you now?” you exhaled when lia put her hands back, but not moving them. “tell me how it makes you feel like.” lia said, her hot breath on your neck. you squirmed, feeling heat pool between her legs at her raspy voice. “it makes me feel your girl.” you whispered, holding back your moan as lia’s hand on your breast slipped under your top.

“you are my fucking girl.” lia whispered, and was about to kiss you when the door to the room opened.

“lia why are you here?” yeji asked younger girl, as you two immediately parted away from ourselves. lia let out a groan, standing up from the bed. “unnie, you’re kicking me in your sleep…” she replied, following yeji back to their room, as lia turned to you and winked.

#itzy #itzy imagines #itzy oneshot #kpop imagines #kpop oneshots #itzy hard hours #itzy lia #lia x female!reader #lia x reader #perv!itzy #perv!lia

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punchdrunkdoc · 5 months

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Part 3, Chapter 6

Summary: After the events of S3, Matt Murdock is trying to once again balance life as a lawyer and a vigilante. But he’s been scarred by loss and betrayal - will a mysterious new neighbour help him heal? Or will her secrets drag him back into the darkness?

Notes: This is a slow burn romance with an original female character, told in 3 (maybe 4??) parts. There is mystery, intrigue, action/violence and angst - all the good stuff!

Also available on AO3 and Wattpad

Masterlist

Reference pics

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PART 3

Chapter 6

Matt paused, his hand frozen in the act of turning the key to open his mailbox, as a deep, gruff voice filled the lobby.

“You see this woman?”

The words were heavily accented in Russian, and the tone was far from friendly. Matt stretched out his senses, and received the impression of a large man, dressed in jeans and a leather jacket. He was standing in front of Mrs. Schneider’s apartment, holding up a photograph.

Matt could easily guess who’s picture was on it:

Calina.

Mrs Schneider peeked out from behind her heavy door and shook her head.

“You sure?” the man barked.

“Est tut mir leid,” came the hesitant, confused reply.

Matt pocketed his keys and turned around. “She doesn’t speak English.”

The Russian man glanced at him over his shoulder. He took in the tinted glasses and the white cane and dismissed Matt without a second look. He just moved on to the next apartment and rapped on the door with his meaty fist.

Matt approached him from behind. The scent of gun oil and sweat filled his nose, along with a subtler, damp musty odor that reminded Matt of old, wet carpet. “Who are you looking for?” Matt asked.

The man looked at him again, the sneer on his face obvious even to Matt. “My sister,” he spat out. “Her name Calina Balashova. She live here. Now she missing.”

“I’m sorry to hear that,” Matt replied. He fidgeted with the stick in his hands, trying to tamp down the impulse to beat the other man so severely that he’d forget all about Calina and the other Widows. Instead, he plastered a sympathetic smile on his face as he offered his help. “If you leave the photo with me, I’ll make sure to pass it around to the other residents. We have a message board for these types of things.”

Matt held out his hand. The man glared at him in response, and Matt could hear him grind his teeth in annoyance. But Matt held his ground. He wanted this intruder out of the building. The less he could discover about Calina and her activities while she lived here - and the people she socialised with - the better.

The man looked at the door in front of him, still closed after no one responded to his aggressive knocking. He tilted his head to look up the stairs to the several floors above, and Matt could almost see the calculation in his eyes: try more apartments, or give in for now?

He gave in. He shoved the photograph at Matt and stomped passed him.

“How should I contact you if I hear anything?” Matt called out.

The man slowed, but didn’t turn around. “I’ll be back,” he replied, the words sounding like a threat. Then he headed out of the building.

“Not so fast, you Terminator-wannabe,” Matt muttered under his breath. He turned and ran for the stairs, ignoring Mrs. Schneider’s startled gasp. He folded his cane and shoved it into his jacket pocket while he shot up the steps. Within minutes he’d reached the rooftop access door. He slammed through it and raced to the edge of the building, scanning the air for traces of gun oil and mildew.

There.

Matt zeroed in on the scent trail. The Russian was still on the street, heading east. Matt backed up, then took a running jump to reach the next building over. He followed his prey from the rooftops, curious to find out where he was based.

And eager to find someway to help Calina.

He was getting sick of sitting on his hands while she was out there in danger.

It was time to act.

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Calina was lost in a day dream.

It was another new experience.

She’d never had the luxury of indulging in fantasy before. There’d never been time to get lost in thought back in the Red Room - every moment of her life was spent either training or out on mission.

And her thoughts had never really been her own back then anyway.

Even once she’d been liberated from the serum - and had all the time in the world - her imagination had taken a while to catch up. The rigid way of thinking imposed on her during childhood was a difficult framework to escape - the concept of creative thought and idle make-believe so alien to her.

But reading had helped. All the months spent exploring other lives and other worlds in countless novels had sparked something within Calina. It had awoken in her a playful, imaginative side that she’d never expected.

And right now, that imaginative side had captured Calina’s attention. It had painted a picture of a perfect future, once where she was truly free of her past.

And one where she was in Matt’s arms, the two of them together and blissfully happy.

They were on a deserted beach, in some nameless exotic location. The sun was a warming glow on their skin as they bathed on the sand. Her head rested on Matt’s chest and her arm was draped across his bare, muscled stomach. The only motion was the gentle lap of the tide and the glide of Matt’s fingers up and down her sunscreen-slicked back.

They were at peace. Still. With nothing and no one to disturb them. No battles to fight. No worries or cares.

It was wonderful.

Dream-Calina felt a rumble beneath her cheek. She raised her head to look at Matt. His red glasses had been replaced by dark frames, and a light tan touched his skin. “Did you say something?” she asked.

He turned to her and smiled. “I said-”

“Earth to Calina!”

Real life-Calina was yanked out of paradise by Yelena’s shout. She jerked her head around to see the other Widow in the door of the training room, arms crossed and a scowl on her face.

“I’ve been calling you and calling you,” Yelena complained. “What have you been doing in here?”

Calina rubbed her forehead and orientated herself back to reality. She was on the exercise bike, her legs working the pedals in slow, lazy revolutions as she stared out the widow to the blue sky beyond.

“Sorry,” she said, as she clambered off the machine. “What’s up?”

“What’s up?” Yelena spluttered. “What’s up is that your boyfriend is about to blow our whole operation!”

———

Matt crouched down behind the overgrown shrubbery of an abandoned delivery depot, and checked out the warehouse across the street. The warehouse his Russian suspect had entered a few minutes ago. The warehouse that was the source of the old carpet and mildew smell that he’d used to track the man through Hell’s Kitchen, across the Hudson and into Jersey.

Several times along the way he’d cursed the fact that he was still wearing his suit from the office and not his Daredevil gear - and he was regretting that even more now. He felt exposed out here as ‘Matt Murdock’. It would be more than a little awkward to try to explain what a blind lawyer in a shirt and tie was doing in this run down industrial estate.

And his options going forward were severely limited by his lack of disguise. He could wait until after dark and try to sneak in to the factory, if he could find something to fashion a mask out of, or he could just-

“Matt!”

The hissed whisper came from his left.

While he’d been fixated on the factory across the street, Calina had somehow managed to sneak up on him. “What are you doing here?” he whispered back as she came over to crouch beside him.

“Me? What are you doing here?”

“I followed someone - he must be part of Volkov’s team. He was asking questions about you back at the apartment.”

Calina frowned and stared across at the building opposite. “Volkov must be getting frustrated that he can’t find us.”

“Is he in there?” Matt asked.

“Not yet. But as soon as he shows his face we’ll be ready for him.”

“So that’s the trap you mentioned.”

“Yeah. We have a base nearby and we’re monitoring this site 24/7. That’s how we knew you were skulking about.”

“I don’t skulk.”

“Fine. That’s how we knew you were stealthily and incredibly skilfully scoping out enemy terrain.”

He smiled at her, glad her earlier annoyance seemed to have dissipated. He took her hand and squeezed it, and she used their clasped hands to guide him away from the warehouse.

As they crept through the labyrinth of crumbling buildings and dilapidated streets, Matt thought through the Widow’s strategy for capturing Volkov.

And how he could help.

When they reached a safe distance, he pulled Calina to a stop. “I went to Columbia with one of the assistant DAs for this county.”

She cocked her head, confused by the non-sequitur. “Okay…,” she said slowly. “And?”

“And I can talk to him. Bring him up to speed.”

“What do you mean?”

“For when you hand Volkov over to the authorities.”

Calina took a step back, breaking his hold on her hand. “Matt…we’re not handing him over to anyone. We’re…” She bit her lip and looked away.

The truth hit Matt like a gut punch. “You’re going to kill him.”

She crossed her arms over her chest, not in a defiant way, but as if to shield herself. “We have to, Matt. We have to put an end to him, and his entire operation. Its the only way to be safe. Please understand.”

Matt shook his head. “You can’t buy your safety with someone else’s death, Calina.”

Now her pose, and her tone, became defensive. “Why not?”

“Because its not right!”

Calina grabbed his arm. “Be quiet! Volkov’s men patrol nearby at this time of day.”

“We need to talk about this, Calina.”

She sighed. “I know. But not here. I’ll come by your place tonight.”

“No. Not while there are people running around asking about you. Come to Fogwell’s. Midnight.”

———

Calina picked at the polish on her nails as she watched the clock in the corner of the room tick by. She tugged at the ends of her hair. She kicked her feet, banging her heels against the side of the boxing ring.

She never used to be a fidgeter. And she wasn’t in most circumstances - years of Red Room training had eliminated those types of bad habits before they could form - but sitting here, in this dusty old gym waiting for Matt to arrive had sent her nerves into overdrive. Any poise she’d once possessed, any composure or calmness under pressure, had evaporated in the last few hours.

Because she knew this was the make or break moment for them.

She’d known it the moment she’d told Matt about the plan for Volkov. In truth…she’d known the moment she’d lied to him about the body in her apartment all those months ago, that it would come back to haunt her. She’d known all along that this confrontation was coming. Why else had she harboured so many doubts and fears about their relationship? They were just too…different.

Matt was principled. He held himself to a high standard, and it was one that didn’t involve taking another person’s life.

Calina didn’t enjoy killing - far from it - but she was a pragmatist. There was no room in her world for idealism. For taking the high road. That wasn’t the way she was trained. She’d lived a brutal, cold life and it had shaped the person she now was.

And the choices she was willing to make.

I’m a good person; I’m worth of love.

The mantra had never felt so hollow. Because as much as she was learning to accept the darkness in herself and forgive herself for the things she’d had to do to survive, she knew that Matt would be a much harsher critic.

She glanced at the clock again: 11:54pm.

She’d arrived to Fogwell’s early. Really early. She hadn’t had much choice after being kicked out of the Widow’s base. She’d all evening pacing the floor of their base in anxious anticipation of this meeting, and it had driven her sisters mad.

So she’d hopped on her bike and drove straight here. Picked the lock on the old, rusted door and sat down to wait.

She glanced around the room. It looked so different from the last time she’d been here - when Matt had brought her here to spar. When she’d tried to kiss him in this ring. Back then, the setting sun had suffused the room with a golden glow. Now wintery darkness pervaded the place, turning it gloomy and cold.

It felt fitting for the conversation to come.

Calina took a deep breath, then froze at the sound of the door opening.

He was here.

She released the breath, the air escaping in a juddering exhale as he stepped into the room. He was dressed as Daredevil, having obviously just finished his patrol of the city.

As it always did, the red suit emphasised his muscled frame and added inches to his height. The menacing mask obscured his face, hiding his expression from her. And for the first time since discovering his secret, the sight of the Hell’s Kitchen vigilante caused a brief pang of fear.

This wasn’t her boyfriend in front of her - her kind, sweet, gentle Matt - this was the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen.

And he was here to pass judgement on her.

Calina gripped the edge of the ring as that fear blossomed inside of her.

But then he took off the mask and he was Matt again. With his tired-looking eyes, and his rumpled, sweaty hair. And her fear dissipated.

She was getting really sick of this emotional rollercoaster ride.

“Hey,” he said.

She wet her lips. “Hi.”

He came over to sit beside her at the edge of the ring. He was so close, she could feel the heat of him through his suit, and she wanted to crawl into his lap and burrow against his warmth and pretend none of this was happening.

But she stayed still. And so did he.

For several long moments, they sat there in silence.

“Why does this feel so awkward?” he asked eventually.

She smiled sadly. “I gather most couples don’t schedule a time and place for their arguments.”

“Are we going to argue?”

Calina sighed. “Not if you accept our plan.”

“To kill Volkov.”

“Yes.” She jumped to her feet - too nervous to stay still - and faced him. “We can’t let him live, Matt.”

Matt looked up at her and shrugged. “You can. Its simple really - you just don’t murder him.”

She crossed her arms. “So we hand him over to law enforcement instead.”

“Yes.”

“For what crime?”

Matt paused. Faltered. And Calina jumped on the flaw in his plan. “There’s no proof of his involvement in the Red Room - which all happened in Russia, not in the US. And most of it was government-sanctioned, so extraditing him won’t stop him.”

“So we find something he’s done while on American soil.”

“The only thing he’s done that we know of is send a team of mercenaries to attack us in South Carolina. But we were holding him hostage at the time, so we could end up in just as much legal trouble if we go after him for that. In fact, anything we do to try to punish him legally will just expose the Widows. We either end up at the mercy of the Sokovia Accords, in prison…or worse.”

“Worse?”

“Your government doesn’t have a great track record with this kind of thing.”

Matt frowned. “What do you mean?”

“Does Operation Paperclip ring a bell?”

Matt nodded, somewhat reluctantly. “It was the codename given to the programme for the…rehabilitation…of Nazi scientists in the 40s and 50s.”

“‘Rehabilitation’ is a stretch.”

Matt threw up his hands. “Fine. The government gave them all jobs, and allowed them to continue their research. None of them faced trial for their crimes during the war.”

“We learned all about it in the Red Room - a prime example of ruthless American hypocrisy.”

“What’s your point, Calina?” Matt gritted out.

“My point is that Volkov knows the secret to creating an army of mind-controlled soldiers and assassins. If your Government found that out, they wouldn’t hesitate to make a deal with him. They may even start using us for their own purposes.”

“You don’t know that for sure.”

“Its too important to leave to chance! We need to keep ourselves safe, we need to be free, and we need the serum to stay a secret. All of that means that Volkov needs to die.”

It was Matt’s turned to get to his feet. He started pacing in front of her, running one hand through his already mussed hair. “No, there must be another way.”

Calina laughed. “I knew you were idealistic, but I didn’t think you were this naive.”

“Its not naive to value human life.”

“He doesn’t deserve a life! He deserves to die!”

Matt grabbed one of her hands with both of his. “No. I felt that way once, Calina. I came so close to killing someone because I thought it was the only way to stop him - the only way to stop an evil that was infecting my city and hurting the people I cared about. But it would have been wrong. Every life has meaning. Every person on earth has at least one has tiny spark of goodness that shouldn’t be snuffed out if there’s a chance they can redeem themselves.”

She yanked her hand out of his grip and stepped back. “Redemption?” she spat. “Is that what you’re banking on? There’s no redemption for men like Volkov or Dreykov! They tear little girls away from their families and torture them. They steal their futures and make them into monsters!”

“You’re not a monster, Callie.”

“Aren’t I? Isn’t that why were having this conversation?”

“No!” He grabbed her shoulders this time. Then slid his hands up to cradle her face. “You are not a monster,” he repeated, enunciating each word. “I know you’ve struggled with the things you were forced to do in your past, but you have the chance to make a different choice now. One that doesn’t involve taking another person’s life. Only God should hold that power.”

Calina shook her head. “I don’t believe in your God, Matt, so I don’t fear his judgement. Or yours.”

It was a lie. She very much cared how Matt saw her. And she was terrified of him growing to hate her. But she couldn’t show that kind of weakness to him - not now. It felt vital that she win this argument. That she convince him that this was the only path.

It was the only way she could envisage them having a future together.

“I’m not judging you,” Matt protested.

She pulled away from him again, scoffing at his obvious lie. “Yes, you are! You’re judging me against your standard, but we were raised in two very different worlds, Matt, and your values don’t belong in mine. They don’t belong in war - you wouldn’t judge a soldier for killing an enemy in battle.”

“You’re not at war.”

“Yes I am!”

“So it’s kill or be killed - is that what you’re saying? Is that how it works in ‘your world’?”

Calina shook her head sharply. “No. There are worse things than being killed. Like being stolen from your family. Having your personality erased before it had time to form. Being beaten and abused for years. Having your innocence and your autonomy stripped from you, and your womb cut from your body to prove that you have no future on this earth beyond being a mindless slave!”

As Calina recited each act of cruelty inflicted on her by the Red Room she stepped closer and closer to Matt, until she was standing right in front of him, panting with rage, fists clenched at her sides and hot, angry tears filling her eyes.

Matt staggered back. “Y- your what?” he whispered, shaking his head.

“That was our graduation present, for finishing our training. They strapped us down and ripped out our reproductive organs. Because we were just things to them. To men like Volkov, we were nothing. He didn’t see our humanity, so why should I give a fuck about his?”

Matt was silent.

All she could hear was the sound of her own fast breathing and the heartbeat pounding in her ears.

She’d always planned to tell Matt about her infertility. Eventually. During some far-off discussion about their plans for the future…she’d just never expected to blurt it out in a fit of rage. To expose her deepest vulnerability and her most hidden, buried grief in this callous way.

But it was done now.

And Matt still wasn’t saying a word.

Calina turned away from him to wipe the moisture from her cheeks. Then all of a sudden she was engulfed in his strong arms as he held her from behind. She struggled briefly against his embrace, but he was too strong.

And the lure of his embrace was stronger still.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart,” he whispered into her ear. “I’m so sorry they did that to you.”

He tightened his arms across her chest as he continued. “But I’m so proud of you for coming through that. For being the kind and sweet and wonderful person that you are, despite everything they took from you. Don’t you see that that’s the way to beat these men? Be better than them. Be better than your training. You didn’t have a choice before - you were brainwashed and controlled and forced to kill. But you have a choice now. You have a choice to be better than that.”

Calina dropped her head forward and closed her eyes, fighting off more tears. She could feel her heart crack as she realised it was time. Time to tell him everything.

The whole, ugly truth.

The vague hints she’d dropped over the past few months about the darkness within her just hadn’t penetrated. He still had her up on a pedestal.

The way he saw her…it was beautiful. But it was a lie.

Calina slipped out of his arms and turned to face him. “Matt, you need to understand something. I’m not this…perfect victim…that you’ve built up in your head. I’m not innocent. I’ve been faced with this choice before, and I- I didn’t choose the option you’d approve of.”

He frowned at her, and it was his turn to back away. “You’ve killed someone,” he guessed. “Since being freed from the Red Room.”

“Yes.”

“More than one?”

She swallowed, as all her secrets were laid bare. “Yes.”

“Who? When?”

“Do you really want to know?”

“Yes!”

“Why? So you can judge my sins? I thought only your God was allowed to do that.” The sarcasm slashed like a knife.

But Matt showed no sign of taking a hit. He just rested his fists on his hips and demanded answers. “Dammit, Calina, just tell me.”

Calina raked her fingers through her hair and started pacing. “Fine! Before I came to New York, I killed a man during a mission. We were hunting down who we thought were the last dregs of the Red Room personnel and I…I took one of them out.”

“And the others?” All hints of Matt were gone. This was Daredevil in front of her.

Interrogating her.

Judging her.

Just as she’d feared.

But she didn’t regret her choices. She didn’t revel in them, and she hated that they made her doubt her worth as a person…but every act of violence could be justified in her eyes. So she stood up straight and told him the truth. “I lied to you about what happened the night you found out about me. The man who administered the serum did it in person. I woke up tied to my bed with him standing over me, stealing my mind. So I fought him, and killed him.”

Matt staggered back. “Jesus.” He lifted his head towards the ceiling - as if praying for guidance - then shook it and faced her again. “Jesus, Calina, I knew there was something off about your story, but there was a dead body across the hall that whole time?”

“Yes,” she admitted. “But what options did I have, Matt? Tell me! If I’d wasted time trying to subdue him, I would have been dragged under by the serum. I never would have had a chance to come to you for help. And I would have gone out and assassinated Governor Benson - and whoever else they programmed me to kill. Would that have been better?” She didn’t give him time to respond, her anger taking her over. “What about the two highly-trained and fully-armed mercenaries that invaded my home in South Carolina to try and take me back under Volkov’s control? Should I have left them alive to try another day?”

Matt shook his head, more in disbelief than disagreement. He seemed shocked by her confessions. But like the masochist he was, he couldn’t stop asking for more details. “Have there been any since we- since we were…together?”

Calina shook her head, glad that she could give him some positive news. “No.”

“How can I trust that?” he asked, shaking his head. “How can I believe you, when you lie well enough to fool your own heartbeat!?”

It was Calina’s turn to take the hit. She felt Matt’s mistrust and suspicion tear at her already bleeding heart, the pain of it a physical ache. She rubbed her hand over her chest, suddenly feeling…tired.

All her self-righteous anger was gone. All her hopes of salvaging their relationship…gone.

It was over.

“I’m not lying, Matt,” she said sadly, all strength and passion gone from her voice. “Everything I’ve said tonight was the truth. I’m sorry for lying to you before. I really am. But…could you blame me? You had me up on a pedestal almost from the moment we met. And I knew if I burst that illusion, you would want nothing to do with me. And I couldn’t bear that.”

Her wounded heart finally wrenched in two. But she choked back the sob gathering within her, and lifted her chin, determined that he wouldn’t see her fall apart.

She still had some pride.

I’m a good person; I’m worthy of love.

She grabbed her coat and shoved her arms in the sleeves, then faced him one last time. “Volkov has to die, Matt. And I know what that means for us. I know you’ll never understand, and you’ll never forgive me. You don’t have to. Just don’t stand in my way.”

With that final warning, Calina strode past the man she loved and left.

————–

I'M SORRY - both for making you wait for this chapter, and for all the angst in this chapter. But that fight has been months in the making. And I loved writing it (I must be a sadist)!

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