#but I went on a spiel for everyone so she was getting long

[too-deviant]

Hii would you take a request for Luke x Athena!reader? Like an au where Luke isn't the one who turned and in the battle of Manhattan it's them and percabeth leading the camp in battle

Pairing: Luke Castellan x Athena!Reader

Summary: Percy thinks there's just about nothing that can pull you and Luke apart.

Notes: sorrry this took so long i had w block for a little bit. hope this is okay!!! also not proofread so lmk if there's any grammar mistakes lolss

Since he found out he was a demigod, Percy Jackson only ever had three things remain consistent in his fucked up life:

(1) His imminent doom. 

(2) His mom’s undying support. 

(3) Luke Castellan’s wandering eyes. 

Even now, as he fights for his life against Kronos’ Army ten feet away from the Empire State Building. Whenever he gets the chance, Percy scans his eyes over their side of the fight. Making sure everyone is okay, aiding where he was needed. And every time, without fail, Luke was doing the same thing — only his eyes zeroed in one one warrior in particular. You. 

It was a tether, Percy realised, but not just for Luke. Whenever things got particularly tough — whenever he found himself thinking about how much had changed and how much would change after this, he would hear you laugh and he would know you were laughing at Luke. Or he would glance over at where you sat, the son of Hermes never too far away. It would remind him of his first day at camp, when he was young and unaware, being given the immersive tour by the kind older counsellor he’d met ten minutes earlier, and watching as he looked back at the same group of campers whenever he got the chance. Until Percy, curious as he is, finally asked the question. 

“Who is that?”

Luke had grinned like he was waiting for someone to segue the conversation to you, and began his spiel about the best demigod the Athena Cabin had ever seen. An exaggeration, Percy knew, since he’d seen the other Athena kids and their skill. And he’d been unnerved enough by Annabeth’s staring the whole day to know they each had their own stories. 

But Luke didn’t seem to be thinking about the other Athena kids at that moment. His brown eyes shone as he watched you, a smile so soft it made Percy screw his face up a bit. Just say she’s your girlfriend, man, no need to start reciting poetry. 

It was a classic case of the teenage honeymoon phase. Even though he was twelve, Percy knew the deal. He’d watched Glee. 

But where the honeymoon phase is supposed to end, yours remained. Apparently it wasn’t a phase at all, and you guys really were just sickly in love. It was horrible, but it also helped Percy stay sane as the world shifted around him with every passing moment. 

Like earlier, when they were laying out the plans just after Kronos had put Manhattan to sleep. It seemed like aeons ago he was standing in the quiet, zoned in on nothing in particular, flinching at the hand that brushed his shoulder. It was you, Luke not far behind like he always had been.

“You okay?”

He shrugged, “I dunno.”

Luke snorted, patting him on his other shoulder, “You’ll be good, man.”

“Really?” He scoffed a laugh, “I’m fifteen, leading an army isn't my job. If anything, you guys should be the ones in charge.”

“Callin’ us old, sucker?” You joked, pinching him. He hissed and you laughed. Almost automatically, Percy’s eyes went to Luke, who was looking at you with a soft smile like he always did whenever you laughed. He’d once told Percy, last year before he set out to go into the Labyrinth, that he could recognise your laugh from a mile away. 

“I don’t know what we're gonna do.” He frowned.

“Good thing our girls are Athena kids then, huh?” Luke quipped. Percy’s face dusted red at the insinuation, but the embarrassment was enough to knock him out of his stupor. Luke patted him again, “We’ve got this. And if we don’t, at least we’re going out with a bang, right?”

“Right.” Annabeth sidled up to them. “So are you guys done chatting or are we gonna wait a little longer, give Kronos a head start?”

“Nah, we’re going.” Luke straightened himself, looking each of them in the eye, “Ready?”

They shared some smiles, You and Annabeth did some weird sibling handshake that was way too complicated, then Luke was putting his hand in the centre of them all and waiting for three other hands to join it. “For Olympus?”

“No.” Percy interrupted. He thought about the kids that were ready to fight with their lives, the ones who had already given theirs. He thought about Annabeth and her plans for the future. He thought about you and Luke, and how extravagant your wedding could be with Annabeth as the planner and the Stolls as the ring bearers (an actual conversation he’d overheard the two of you having once), and he thought about how they all deserved peace after the hellish three years they had gone through ever since Zeus’ lightning bolt was stolen, and grinned, “For the demigods.”

“For the demigods!”

He thinks back on that conversation during the meeting with the Olympians after the battle was done. When Athena is thanking you, when Hermes steps up and thanks you too. And when Zeus says, “All rise for Percy Jackson, Hero of Olympus.” He hesitates, holds out a hand and corrects him. The next time the god speaks, it is with your name, Luke’s and Annabeth’s. Percy would have asked him to name everyone who had helped out, but they’d be there all day. 

When all was said and done, he turned around and said, “They coulda told us all that in an email.”

They laughed. You laughed, and when Percy glanced over, Luke was smiling at you.

#@lia’s works #luke castellan #percy jackson #luke castellan x reader #percy jackson and the olympians #pjo

[msschemmenti]

The Bodyguard

Melissa Schemmenti x Reader

summary : reader hasn't mastered the art of self-care yet and melissa helps.

a/n: been sitting with this for a bit, hoping to post more now that i'm kinda getting my adult life together :) i also could not tell you what happened at the end of this...

“Good Morning beautiful educators! Are we ready to change some lives?” Janine called, bounding into the teacher’s lounge. All eyes rolled and a collective sigh fell over the room. Despite the less than enthusiastic response, Janine’s smile remained in place as she shoved her lunch in the refrigerator and sat next to Jacob. 

“What’s got you so chipper this morning?” Melissa spoke, eyeing the younger woman over the cat-eye reading glasses she had perched on her nose.

“I just woke up well-rested. With the new schedule I’ve created for myself I’ve had loads more time to get things done. I’m worrying less and feeling my best.” Janine proudly spoke, causing the older women in the room to observe her thoughtfully. 

“That’s great Janine. You have seemed much more confident and that’s great to see.” Barbara smiled. 

“Good for you Kid. That’s often the hardest part of teaching in a school like this. It’s hard to take time for yourself.” Melissa smiles over her reading glasses, leveling the younger woman with a congratulatory nod. Janine beamed at the camera over the older woman's shoulder and turned to Jacob to listen to his spiel for the morning. As everyone went back to their own morning routines, Y/n slumped into the room heading straight for the coffee machine. The cameras followed her as she pulled a mug from her bag and filled it to the brim with the bitter liquid gold. As soon as she added the sugar and creamer she needed she gazed at her watch gauging how much time she had before school officially started. With twenty minutes to spare she trudged over to the couch and sighed as she slouched into the chair pulling out some homework she wasn’t able to finish before bed. With the young woman’s attention focused on her work and coffee, she missed the green eyes that seemed to track her as closely as the camera did. Melissa watched as the fifth grade teacher busied herself with stacks of paper and a book. It didn’t look to be the work of her students, so Melissa’s curiosity peaked. She watched as the younger woman wedged a highlighter between her teeth and flipped through pages of tiny text. Her eyes moved across the screen frantically as if trying to memorize as much of the information as possible in the next 20 minutes. She didn’t realize how long she’d been watching until she felt Barb bump her shoulder subtly. Melissa’s eyes landed on Barbara and was instantly met with a soft smirk lining her friend’s lips. 

“Don’t look at me like that.” Melissa grumbled under her breath, peeking back over to the couch to see if the younger woman had relaxed a bit but she seemed to only have tensed more.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Barbara smirked allowing her eyes to fall to the younger woman as well. “It seems someone hasn’t mastered the ‘taking care of yourself’ part of all of this.” 

“What’s she working on anyway? It doesn’t look like anything the kids would be working on. I know she’s upstairs but they’d hardly be reading anything that long.” Melissa asked, finally turning back to Barb. 

“I’m not sure, but you know she’s still in school so that could definitely be some homework of her own.” Barb shrugged. 

“She’s still in school? What do you mean?” Melissa asked.

“She’s getting her masters. Which you’d know if you weren’t always being so standoffish. She does all her classes and coursework after we get off.” 

“I am not standoffish,” Melissa huffed indignantly, “I just don’t like new people.” 

“Mmhm, I don’t think that’s the case with one though.” Barbara grinned as she watched the red-head’s cheeks heat almost instantly at being called out.

“Oh shut up.” Melissa grumbled as the bell rang for the school day to finally start. She rose from her seat pointedly ignoring Barbara’s chuckle behind her as they made their way to their classrooms. 

-

“Alright, who has an answer they’d like to share?” Y/n asked from her place in the front of the classroom. Lunch was still about 10 minutes away but she wanted to at least finish the rest of the worksheet her students had been working on before sending them off. She let her eyes roam over the classroom patiently but as she saw no hands raise she knew she’d need to entice them a bit. “I know it’s hard you guys, but if we finish the last two problems I’ll let you head to lunch earlier.” 

She waited to see if anyone would take the bait and it seemed to work when Mariah raised her hand from the middle of the room. “Alright Mariah, what ya got for me?” 

“4 over 12.” She spoke timidly. 

“Uh Huh, and what’s 4 over 12 simplified?” Y/n prompted with a smile. Mariah seemed to be working through it but seemed a bit overwhelmed so Y/n opened it up to the rest of the class. “Anyone? What number can we divide both 4 and 12 by?”

“2.” Jamal called from the back row. 

“Yep, but is there a bigger number we could also use?” Y/n asked with a smile glad the students seemed to be getting closer and closer to the right answer. 

“Oh! I know.” Jasmine’s hand shot up from the front. 

“Alright Jasmine, what number are you thinking?” 

“4.” 

“Excellent! That’s exactly right. And if we divide them by 4, 4 over 12 becomes?”

“1 over 3!” Everyone answered. 

“Very good everyone. Let’s do the last one together and then we can head off.” Y/n smiled, heading to the white board and grabbing a marker. 

Melissa really isn’t sure how she found herself in the fifth grade hall. She’d dropped her kids to recess and somehow she’d found herself peeking through the glass window in the door of Y/n’s classroom. She watched as she patiently guided the students through the fractions. She could tell the students really appreciated the atmosphere she’d created in the classroom. Even when someone wasn’t right, there was nothing but support flowing through the space and Melissa had no choice but to admire the work she’d done to capture that. Realizing if anyone saw her up there she’d have no explanation for her behavior, she quickly turned on her heels to head back toward her classroom with the hopes of not being caught. In her descent of the stairs, she missed the camera man down the hall collecting footage.

-

Melissa hurried into the teacher’s lounge hoping to grab a snack before she needed to pick her students up from their art class. She pushed forcefully on the door and headed for the vending machine, letting the door swing behind her with little care. As the door clanged against the doorframe she heard the startled gasp within the room. She turned quickly with her fist up and ready to attack whoever was in the room. She only relaxed when she saw Y/n sat on the couch with her hand over her chest and wide eyes. There was a book in her lap and highlighter poking out of her hair. Melissa figured she was doing homework again but as she looked closer, she could see the grooved pattern of the couch fabric on the younger woman’s cheek. 

“Oh Melissa,” The younger woman sighed as she leaned back into the couch as she started to calm down. 

“Sorry Hon. Did I wake ya?” Melissa said, coming to lean on the back of the chair that was closest to the couch. 

“It's probably for the best. That was a complete accident.” Y/n shook her head a bit and pushed her hands down her face in an effort to liven up a bit. 

“Must not be too interesting, if it’s putting you to sleep.” Melissa commented, nodding her head toward the book still in Y/n’s lap.

“Unfortunately it is not. It doesn’t exactly help that I’m already sleep deprived. A recipe for a great nap.” Y/n chuckled lightly before turning her eyes to her watch. “Looks like it’s time for me to pick my kids up.” As Y/n gathered her things, Melissa watched and hummed in agreement. Once Y/n was done and her eyes met Melissa’s the older woman could see the exhaustion setting back in place. “See you around Melissa.” 

Y/n moved to walk past Melissa to the door, but Melissa hand wrapped around her forearm keeping her in front of her. “Hey, make sure you get some rest hon. We can’t have you collapsing on us like Janine.” Melissa squeezed her arm in emphasis and released her arm when she saw the younger woman nod in understanding.

-

From then Melissa found herself checking in with Y/n more often. She’d shed her ‘standoffish’ behavior and had become one of the teachers Y/n talked to the most. She never spent a lot of time with anyone on the elementary level teaching staff besides Barb, but now she seemed to be running into Melissa more and more. She’d be in the teacher lounge poured over a textbook or a stack of spelling tests and Melissa would appear with a hot mug of coffee. She’d gradually started bringing the younger woman lunch everyday of the week. It had started on a day about two weeks after Y/n had been caught napping on the couch. The fifth grade teacher had waltzed into the room carrying her laptop and textbook and that seemed to be it. It only took Melissa about 5 seconds of seeing her work on homework before she cleared her throat with a raised eyebrow. She, Y/n, and Barb were the only ones in the lounge so far so Y/n was quick to turn her attention to the older women’s table. 

“Oh hi.” Y/n said, meeting Melissa’s eyes. Assuming the redhead was upset she hadn’t greeted them when she arrived, she looked back at her work. 

 “Hello but that’s not what I wanted. Where is your lunch?” Melissa asked, eyeing the younger woman intently. 

“Oh I forgot it. I’m just gonna grab a snack after work to tide me over through class tonight.” Y/n shrugged, lifting the textbook from her lap. 

“You mean after school?” Barb cut in looking at the younger woman skeptically. 

“Mmhmm. No need to worry, I’ve done it loads of times before. I forget my lunch a lot more than I care to admit.” 

“Oh sweetheart, well that’s not healthy.” Barb said, shaking her head disapprovingly. 

“I know, I know. I try not to but I think I’ve done it so often that I hardly notice anyway.”

“Well that’s not happening anymore, get over here.” Melissa said, pulling out the chair next to her. Y/n looked at the older woman in confusion, not fully understanding what was happening. She didn’t move but watched as the older woman pulled a fork from one of the drawers and wedged it into the tupperware dish she’d been eating. When her eyes landed on Y/n’s face she looked at her expectantly. When the older woman didn’t say anything, Y/n grabbed her books and moved over to the older women’s table and sat in the seat obediently. With Y/n situated, Melissa slid the food in front of her and patted Y/n’s back, “Now eat.” 

Y/n went to protest but before she could even speak there was a fork-full of pasta in her mouth. Her eyes widened in shock initially but melted shut when the food hit her taste buds. “Oh this is so good.” At the praise Melissa smirked and went back to scrolling on her phone as Barbara laughed with a smile. From then on Melissa made it a point to pack a bit more food for lunch. And if Barbara asked about it she simply shrugged citing her large portion sized cooking as the reason. As Y/n and Melissa became closer, it seemed easier for the younger woman to take care of herself. With someone checking on her as often as Melissa had taken to, it became second nature. 

One day after a particularly demanding week of homework and tests, Melissa found Y/n sprawled out on the teachers lounge’s couch once again. It was a very similar scene to the first time but unlike last time, when the door closed Y/n didn’t start awake. If anything, she burrowed further into the couch and threw her arm over her eyes. Melissa paused briefly watching the younger woman sleep and sighed. She only looked at Y/n for a few more seconds before making her mind up. She sat her things at her table and pulled her jacket off of her arms. She walked over draping it across the younger teacher and then made her way to her table. She positioned her chair toward the door and watched the door. It wasn’t long before the door swung open revealing Janine ready to talk about God knows what, but as soon as her eyes met Melissa’s she closed her mouth. The older woman sent a menacing glare her way before placing her finger up to her lips. Janine, though confused, tip-toed further into the room and took a seat at one of the other tables in the room. By the time everyone was in the room, Melissa had quietly declared that the teacher’s lounge was experiencing a quiet lunch and with her reputation no one questioned her. 

The bell rang signaling the end of lunch and that seemed to be the only thing to rouse Y/n from her sleep. By this point everyone had made their way to their own classrooms and the only two people remaining were Melissa and Y/n. The younger woman groaned as she opened one of her eyes to scan the room. She paused briefly as her senses were overwhelmed with a very familiar fragrance. She looked down seeing the familiar leather jacket draped over her shoulders and felt her cheeks heat at being caught asleep again. Before she could say anything Melissa spoke leaning against the back of the chair next to the couch. 

“Good morning hon,” She spoke, leveling Y/n with a soft look of concern. “I thought we talked about you taking care of yourself?”

“We did, I’ve just been cranking out a lot of papers this week. Had an extra late night last night trying to finish one before the weekend.” Y/n explained placing her feet on the floor and facing the older woman. 

“Well when is it due?” Melissa asked moving to sit on the arm of the chair. 

“Not until Sunday night, but I use my weekends to plan for the week here and catch up on grading.” Y/n explained. 

“And when do you take time for yourself?” Melissa prompted. 

“When I sleep it’s just me and my dreams. So I count those few hours every night as self-care.”

“Haha, very funny hon. You know that actually does not count right? You just slept through lunch. I think we need to think of some new ways to make sure you’re getting things done. Ways don’t include skipping meals and hours of sleep.” 

“I slept through lunch? I slept through Janine’s latest life update and Jacob’s flailing? I really must be tired.” Y/n said, shaking her head before moving to rise from the couch. “And I gotta go get my kids for recess.”

“Don’t worry about that right now. I told Jacob to take them with his kids. And as much as I agree that you are extremely tired, the teacher’s lounge was having a silent lunch today. But I don’t think we can do that every day so we’re gonna have to figure something else out.”

“Jacob is taking my kids to recess?” Y/n asked, looking at the redhead in disbelief. Before Melissa could confirm, Y/n seemed to pick up on something else she said. “Wait, did you just say silent lunch?”

Melissa shook her head in amusement at the fifth grade teacher, “Yes to both. And before you ask how? Think about who you’re talking to.” 

Y/n nodded with red cheeks realizing the redhead had done quite a bit for her during her slumber. “Thanks.” She finally mustered up the courage to say. 

“You’re welcome, I’m glad to help. But I’d be even happier if you’d meet me halfway with this.”

Y/n nodded in understanding, “I’m sorry, I’ve always just been like this and I overestimate how much I can actually handle. I didn’t realize anyone would care so much.”

“Well I do. Listen, how about we find sometime to get you set up with a healthier schedule? I’ll even  make you dinner and everything.” Melissa suggested hopefully. “I’d really like that. I have to be honest,  I didn’t take you for the mentor type of the group.” Y/n said with a shrug unconsciously pulling the older woman’s leather jacket closer to her chest. 

“Oh I’m not. That’s definitely more of a Barb thing, but I have my moments. And my reasons.” Melissa smiled softly at Y/n. 

“Well I appreciate it and I won’t take your help for granted.” 

“Good girl. Now come on, recess is almost over.” 

Y/n’s cheeks heated at the older woman’s words before she nodded and stood to walk out of the door with the woman. Melissa collected her things from the table and grabbed a tupperware container from the fridge and met Y/n at the door. She pushed the food into her hands as she’d been doing for the last couple of weeks and moved to head out of the door. Just as they were about to cross the threshold of the breakroom she extended the jacket toward the woman. “Oh, probably need this back. Thanks.” 

“No problem hon, don’t leave before seeing me. We can find a night sometime soon. Alright?” 

“Yes ma’am.” Y/n saluted before both women parted ways. 

-

“Knock knock. You ready to go?” Barb asked as she leaned against the door frame of Melissa’s classroom. 

“You can go on without me, I’m waiting on Y/n. We’ve gotta figure out when she’s free.” Melissa said casually turning in her desk chair to face her best friend.

“You finally ask her out?” Barb asked with a smirk causing Melissa’s cheeks to heat. 

“What? No? What are you talking about? I’m just gonna help her figure out how to take care of herself a bit better.” Melissa sputtered. 

“Right because you’re so good at that yourself.” Barb rolled her eyes. 

“Hey! I’m pretty good. And you do the same thing with Janine.” Melissa defended.

“Yes, but I don’t want to take Janine to bed. We are not the same Melissa.” 

“Oh would you get out of here before she hears you!”

“You didn’t deny it!” Barbara grinned. 

“Bye Barb.” Melissa groaned. Barbara smiled in victory before sending a wink over to her friend and leaving the building. 

#msschemmenti #lisa ann walter x reader #abbott elementary x reader #lisa ann walter #melissa schemmenti x reader

[writing-house-of-m]

The Silent Treatment

Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Genre: It's a surprise

Warnings: A bit suggestive

Word count: 1429

Summary: You give Wanda the silent treatment after she betrays you

T/N: Malysh = baby (Thanks to @veronika-y for the list I always refer to 🖤)

A/N: I wanted to write something, so @cuinaminute229 gave me the prompt - "You can't break up with me. We're married." @mirrorballwn was there too and asked for Professor Wanda although I don't think this is what she had in mind lol

I hope you like this. Let me know what you think! 🙂

You hear the front door unlock from where you are, already in bed reading a book.

After college today Wanda went out for a meal with the other members from the faculty. You were glad she was out longer than usual not wanting to see her today.

'Sweet and innocent Professor Maximoff' is how she is known, if only her colleagues and students knew what she was really like. Maybe she wouldn't be such a favorite anymore.

You knew though. You saw past the pretty smile and soft voice. You knew what kind of person lay beneath. No one knows of her back stabbing ways.

A faint, 'honey, I'm home!' makes its way to your ears but you make no effort in responding. After what she has done, how can she believe everything is okay?

While she approaches you can hear her talk about her day. Stupid questions from students. Having to deal with Stark's bad jokes during dinner. Wanting to get home to see you because she hasn't all day.

The words of an evil person.

Last night, you were pretty sure you made it clear you were unhappy. She betrayed you and now she is acting like nothing happened.

You remain silent. You have nothing more to say after the events from the previous night.

Making her way around the bedroom she gets ready for bed, still droning on about the events that took place today.

She turns in your direction, seeing you busy with your book she walks over, planting a soft kiss on your head before making her way to the bathroom, "You're quiet today, malysh."

'Malysh.' How dare she. Despicable. It makes you sick to your stomach.

Even more so because you don't know how long it's been since you've turned a page of your book. The thoughts in your mind prevent you from concentrating on anything else, only Wanda's actions.

Wanda returns, placing her rings she had forgotten to take off, in front of the vanity mirror as she finishes her spiel of the day. When you don't look up to her once again with your usual smile she begins to worry because you haven't said a word to her since she has arrived home.

"Malysh..." She begins, "what's going on?"

Oh, so now she cares? You finally turn to Wanda with a hard look that takes her back slightly.

"I told you, we're broken up," you say monotonously, then turn your attention back to your book to continue 'reading'.

Wanda furrows her eyebrows, wondering what it was she could have done to make you act so cold towards her. Then it dawns on her.

Rolling her eyes, smiling to herself Wanda finishes rubbing in her moisturiser. Slowly, she makes her way over to you, climbing onto your lap, pulling the book out of your hands at the same time. You look the opposite way, annoyed, as she places it on the side table.

"Y/n-"

"Don't." You say, resolutely.

"This is still about last night? I said I was sorry," Wanda coos, trying to make eye contact but not forcing you to look her way.

"It was unforgivable, Wanda," you say and return to silence, crossing your arms.

Wanda lets out a sigh and instead of using words she scoots closer to you. Her attempt to kiss your cheek is intercepted by your hand.

"Baby," she whines, extending the word, "it's not that big of a deal."

You turn to Wanda with an incredulous look, "Not making someone pay rent is a clear rule violation!" You exasperate, "Everyone else made their partners pay, why did Nat get away with not making Maria pay? And then you took her side! It was the highest form of betrayal in my eyes."

She tries not to smile but it's so hard with how seriously you have been taking this.

"Stickler Steve was the only one on my side last night, so he's the only friend I have left as far as I'm concerned, and…" you make a fake look as if you are remembering something, "oh yeah, we're broken up."

Wanda doesn't bother hiding her smile now, the weekly game night with your friends always ends with a new story, this time it is centred around your competitiveness. "Well that's too bad. You can't break up with me, we're married," Wanda scoffs.

"So you do remember you're married to me and not to Nat and Maria. As my wife, you are supposed to take my side, it's in the contract," you make up. "I can't believe Tony took their side too," you finish with a scowl.

"Baby, I said I was sorry." When Wanda sees you are not making any attempt to say anything else, she realises she will have to take it up a notch. "Let me make it up to you," she says quickly then kisses you before you can even think. The taste of toothpaste and Wanda's lingering perfume overtake your senses. She presses harder into you, taking your breath away.

You pull your head back, hands on Wanda's shoulders to keep her away, "N- No. Y- You're not allowed to kiss me," you stutter, clearly affected.

"No?" she questions playfully in a low voice, moving forward against your hands. When her lips press against yours again you 'attempt' to push against her shoulders again but quickly crumble and get lost in the kiss.

As it progresses you roll over moving your kisses to her neck, a hand rising under her shirt making her moan. Wanda smiles when she sees where this is going, there is no way you are going to stop now.

Your will is only so strong when it comes to Wanda.

…

Your eyes are closed as Wanda lays on top of you, legs tangled together in the bed sheets. She threads her fingers through your hair, her warm body pressed against yours not helping you wanting to stay 'angry' at her.

"I'm still mad at you, you know," you sigh. Inwardly cursing yourself because you wanted your words to come out more seriously than they do.

Wanda hovers over you, moving her legs to either side of your waist, a position that is also not helping you school your features to be mad at her. You can feel the aftermath of your activities between her legs, her heat radiating on your stomach.

She gets you to look her straight in the eye by squashing your cheeks together and pulling you to look in her direction. "Y/n. I'm sorry," she says seriously, holding heavy eye contact, trying to stop a smirk from appearing on her face.

Cupping your cheeks with both hands after you look away dramatically, Wanda starts to place quick kisses all over your face saying "I'm sorry" after each one.

You let out an airy laugh, "Okay! Okay. I accept your apology."

Wanda smiles and pecks your lips. As you continue to speak she rests her weight fully on you leaning her chin against her hands now resting on your chest, "This doesn't mean I forgive you! You have to prove yourself on the next game night," you pout, running your fingers through her hair forcing her eyes to close.

Wanda hums, a cheeky smirk overtaking her face, "Do you still want to break up with me?" She asks, opening her eyes while biting her bottom lip, raising an eyebrow waiting for your response.

You pretend to think of your reply, "For now? No."

"For now, huh?" She says, placing her hands either side of your head hovering over you, "I guess I should make the most of you while I have you," she says huskily as she rolls her hips against you and she moves in to kiss you.

Once again she takes your breath away and you have no choice but to oblige, placing your hands on her hips.

When you pull away, Wanda rests her head against yours allowing you both to catch your breath.

Wanda is the best thing that has ever happened to you so you make sure she knows that. You move a hand to rub her cheek with your thumb, "I love you," you tell her as if the room is full of people and you are telling her a secret.

Once Wanda replies with her 'I love you' you bring her lips back to yours and show her in more ways than one, just how much you love her, the game night forgotten… until the next time you needed to remind her of her betrayal of course.

A/N: Did you think they were going to break up? April fools, I guess... Hehehe

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[anteroom-of-death]

Teacher's Pet part 1

Synopsis: The Doctor notices a student. She notices him.

a/n: thank u to the moots for sticking with me. Yall are the best. This is going to be a series. Somewhat of a dark!doctor ish fic maybe. I haven't planned this far. I have ideas. Will switch between a 3rd party but doctor centric POV and a 2nd party student centric POV.

The sun drew itself in on the cold day, light filtering through large windows in the lecture hall. It caught and reflected the motes of light swirling around. First day of the Spring term. Lots of new students trickled in and found their respective seats. Of course, the syllabus was now online and such. But the Doctor still preferred to give a paper one. He felt it helped students focus if they had it real and tangible…unable to forget.

Just like he forgot so much. A lingering pain….

He started up his usual dazzling spiel. Enough to keep them from dropping out, but not enough to rile them to madness. He learned that lesson early on in this particular charade he was distracting himself with. All he had to really do was keep Missy in the Vault and attempt to rehabilitate her. Humans were such a delicate group to keep balanced. Too much stimulation and they would self destruct. Not enough? The same but in a reverse spiral.

Or just fall asleep.

He preferred it if a few actually did fall asleep.

Allowed him to build a reputation as a teacher. Keep the act up.

He didn’t notice the young woman intently staring, writing down the key phrases from his opening statements. He was enraptured in the normal routine he has become familiar with.

The hour came to a close, and he did a bow. He was to visit Missy again some time soon. Just a cursory check. See if she’d calmed down from her last temper tantrum, where she demanded a saxophone and stated that Billy Clinton was also a war criminal, but made some sweet jazz.

He could hardly agree. She already was a mediocre piano player. And the drum set she demanded earlier lay in tatters in her cupboard.

Being her keeper and therapist was rotten work, but it warmed him. Gave him a gram of hope that she may get better and he may have his friend back once more.

Though, he knew in both is hearts, hope could be a fragile thing for a man to hold onto.

But, especially in this body, he believed in redemption and change. They both had forever to change. They had forever.

A few weeks had passed, and he noticed that keen eyes were burning the back of his neck as he scrawled on the chalkboard. It felt different than the usual glazed-over focus of people trying to write or type out his valid points. It was hot and felt more personal. Less trying to pass a class.

He paused his sentence and raked his eyes over. It was a student with large gold hoops and a few tangled gold necklaces. The Doctor recognized two or three of the symbols used on some of them from his travels through Earth’s history. She was chewing hard on her pen. He could see flecks of her tinted chap stick clinging onto the sides of it. Her eyes were squinted slightly and a slight patch of blush rested on her checks. He couldn’t tell if it was a make up look or some feverish feature of her human body. Perhaps she was in the first phases of getting sick!

He went back to his lecture. Some misfocused student was the least of his concern.

But he still felt her eyes bore into him. Intent on something. He trudged on.

He came to a close, reminded everyone of their upcoming projects and let the day start to rest. The Doctor announced that his office hours were changing to represent the spring coming soon and to “Allow you all to feel the sun on your faces, you don’t know how long you’ll have. Humans usually only live once!”

He scanned the audience and saw her shoving her notebook and that well-gnawed on pen into her bag. Big purse with a rhinestone buckle. Resembled something that Rose or Jackie would have had, he mused.

She slung that and a tote bag that seemed overstuffed and ripe for the breaking over her shoulder. She audibly groaned under the weight. He pitied her. The stressed look she had on her face was oddly enchanting in the light just starting to sink.

He knew she was struggling in the class. She did good work, yes. When he opened up questions and debate, she usually had such pointed takes that verged on mind-racing. Sometimes others would bristle against what she said on the more provocative topics he offered up. Essays and tests? Not so much. She floundered.

She had accommodations for some diagnosis or whatever. He could tell her mind was making connections in a far more tangential way than the other’s either couldn’t or wouldn’t make. And for that he did like her. Enjoyed what she brought to the table. Although, even his brains had difficulty making some of the leaps her brain did.

But why was she staring at him like that today? It was almost reverent. Very off putting.

She came forward to his desk and clicked open her notes app .

“Erm…Professor.” She cleared her throat and started up. “Uh, I was wondering if I could see you sooner rather than later. For office hours. I’m sorry for my late essay last week. I don’t know what’s going on with me. I can’t focus and I feel like I’m losing my mind half the time lately. May I have some insight or whatever you want on how I could do better. I know I’m doing…like, so bad.” She confessed and exhaled on the final note of her punctuation.

She turned a new type of stare towards him. Less intense and personal and more of a thousand-yard death grip.

Her entire demeanor in this moment was very lamb like. A confused air of innocent need to do well, to pass her classes, clouded her.

A weaker man would have felt more predatory, he noted.

She wasn’t unattractive for a human, not like past companions he worshiped the ground of. Of course. He was drawn to them for their natures, often ignoring their faces wholesale.

She started to chew and rip at her pinky nail and lower lip simultaneously…

“Of course,” He said. “I have to go help a friend with something, so I have to talk and walk.”

She nodded eagerly and gave such an appreciative smile. “Thanks!” The words came out so quickly, almost breathlessly.

She trotted along side him.

Once outside, they started discussing her options. She had to work nights, she stated, she said so they were arranging a time to work in a little extra help and tutoring.

He genuinely enjoyed her company and led her to a bench.

“What about your friend?” She asked.

“Oh, Nardole can handle himself.” He smiled. “He’ll not miss me for an extra four or five minutes.”

She laughed a bit.

She plunged her hand into her purse and started rifling around. It was a chaotic sight.

She produced a pack of cigarettes and a tiny green plastic lighter.

“Do you mind? I’m trying to quit, but it’s been hell lately.” She grimaced.

He shook his head, no, he didn’t mind. It wouldn’t affect him. Her, yes. But one little luxury, especially if she was trying to quit.

“So long as it’s your last for a while.” He took the teacherly route.

She lit up and took a huge drag. Closing her eyes he noticed that deep look of exhaustion had given her dark purple and almost black under eye circles. She had apparently tried to cover them up with some make up products and some mascara and smudged eyeliner. She held that breath in for a few seconds. It was almost beautiful.

She exhaled and fluttered them open. The smoke wisped and flew away quickly in the gentle breeze.

“Yeah, thanks. People get so weird about smoking. But they’ll vape? Like, indoors. All the time.” She rolled her eyes at that mildly hypocrisy.

They planned for her to meet up with him in his office on Monday just before the lunch hour. Then turned the conversation to some topics in debate that another student, a male who irked her with his constant urge to play Devil’s Advocate. She had some very often-overlooked viewpoints and a very bizarre way of describing things. It was enchanting.

“Thanks.” She ignored a boundary and squeezed his hand. He felt a holy jolt of electricity go up his arm from the small touch. “I gotta go…you’ve got a friend. Works been slow and I have some…appointments. So I have to make sure I’m perfect.” She elaborated with an almost tic-like shake of her head.

“Yes, my friend is probably going insane dealing with our little issue.” He responded in kind. Missy had probably caused Nardole to melt down or malfunction.

He watched her leave towards the bus stop. Her bags hitting her back as she rushed. Her coat barely covering her bottom and the belt caught in the hem of it. He felt himself feeling almost physically unable to leave the bench. Something tugging at his gut was preventing him from doing so. It felt akin to what River and Clara evoked in him but different.

River and Clara were strong and capable, avant-garde. Self-confident. Cocky. But this student was seemingly the inverse. Very vulnerable and nervous to the point of a near imperceptible, even to him with his keen Time Lord senses, shake and a heart that was audibly racing in its cage. Coupled with her addiction to cigarettes and minor tendency towards self mutilation via near-constant picking and chewing…

Something dark, but heartwarming rushed through his core and took root.

He felt himself deeply looking forward to Monday.

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More Random SBG headcanons

Taylor loves any form of photo opportunity, but her favorite would be photo booths. If she sees one she will drag anyone, mainly Tyler, into one to take pictures. She has an album somewhere full of these photos, and the first photo in the book is of her, Tyler, her mom, and her dad when they were little at an aquarium.

Aiden is great at video games. Since he was left home alone often, he probably turned to video games for entertainment. Considering Aiden’s tendency to seek out thrills, he would probably turn to horror or timed games.

It is 2016 I’m allowed to say this, Aiden was a FNAF kid, and I feel like the twins might have been as well. Taylor watched a lot of playthroughs as a kid and got Tyler into it so they would watch it together. Tyler was freaked out by it and refused to watch it in full screen, he probably went to the comments to look for a jump scare list. Aiden is a lore freak, if given an opportunity he would give a several-hour-long spiel about the entire timeline.

Firm believer that Logan’s glasses have Coke bottle lenses. This is probably not true, I just think it would be funny if his lenses went out of the frames.

Baron is terrified of Tyler. Not in the way that Tyler would beat him in a fight, but because the baseball coach would be fond of him. Tyler already puts a lot of his effort toward his sport, so he probably has a closer relationship with the coach than the other players. So if Tyler were to tell the coach the shit this guy does, I feel like he could do some damage to Barron. The only reason Tyler hasn’t told the coach about everything that Barron has done is because Barron is a valuable player for him. After all, if the team looks good, then he’ll look good for scholarships.

Ashlyn gets cold pretty easily. In the winter she has to look like the Stay-Puft Marshmallow Man so she can be somewhat comfortable. I thought that the it was called the State-Puff Marshmallow Man my life is a lie

Ashlyn is also pretty muscular because she does ballet— lean muscle. Ballet requires so much control and strength to pull off, so it would only make sense. Have you seen how buff ballerinas are?

Both Aiden and Taylor were scary movie and scary game fans. Aiden loves the thrill of the stories, and Taylor loves creepy/eerie things as we saw with her enthusiasm in a haunted tour of the Sorrel Weed House. When they hang out, they either watch a recent horror movie that came out or a new game that Aiden had gotten.

Ben, Logan, and Tyler, however, can not handle horror and they get jumpy around it. Ben and Logan openly express that they don’t care for the genre, but Tyler just kind of avoids it/does not want to admit he is scared by it. If they have to watch a horror movie, Logan will be curled up in a blanket near Ashlyn covering his eyes to avoid the jump scares(he fails miserably), and Ben is huddled up around Taylor and Aiden because their presence comforts him. Tyler is either sitting somewhat apart from the group or on the other side of Ashlyn trying to act tough, he is failing miserably, resulting in Aiden, Taylor, and Ashlyn teasing him.

Mike and Emma treat all of the kids as if they were their own. At first, I think they were mainly fond of them because they were Ashlyn’s first and only friends as well as them always being at their house. I think it also has something to do with the fact that they spent at least a month teaching them self-defense to protect themselves and each other. Finding out about everyone’s situation, I think they just want to protect them.

Speaking of the previous headcanon, Tyler sees Mike as a father figure, and it kind of just eats at him/leaves him with some conflicting feelings. He is a bit envious of Ashlyn for having such caring parents, and it comes with a bit of guilt when he looks at her for a while. I think Mike realizes this and tries to be there for him. I don’t think it is the same for Taylor because Tyler stepped up to that role, similar to the relationship between Katara and Sokka in Avatar the Last Airbender.

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[kiddbegins]

Cuteness Aggression - Connor Rhodes

Requested: yes

Word count: 707

Warnings: random facts that are boring included

A/n: these are all facts I genuinely just… knew…

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Something you always managed to do in your free time was find a way to learn some random information or fun fact that you could spread around to those around you. You’ve randomly educated everyone about the great molasses flood of Boston in 1919, that William Mitchell created pop rocks by accident in the 60s while trying to make instant soft drinks, the fear of long words was hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia (which you could spell easily) and bucket loads more.

Each time it was met with excitement, your friends always adored hearing about them. No matter if it were history, science, english, anything based. If it was a fact coming from you, it was interesting. Sometimes you got the annoyed person that had had a bad day or just didn’t have the capability to soak up information that night but usually you were fine.

First and foremost on your biggest fans list was none other than Connor Rhodes, boyfriend of five years and fiance as of two weeks ago. He loved hearing you talk or ramble. Gave him the perfect excuse to just sit and listen silently. 

He was never much of a talker and usually that meant that his lovers would get annoyed when he was too quiet. But you never minded. Of course you’d make sure he was alright if his vibe was off that night but usually he was just content in listening to you.

Like a couple days ago when you went on a whole spiel about the Missouri and Mississippi Rivers and how the Missouri river was considered the longest river in the country when half of it was actually the Mississippi river because the two merged in St. Louis and the Mississippi is the one that leads down and out of New Orleans. Granted it was only by a mile but that mile still doesn’t make up for the fact it was stealing its length from the Mississippi.

Did he care about which river was technically longer? No. But the way you genuinely got worked up over it made him smile so wide his eyes crinkled. Which in turn made you grin because truly his eye creases were just one of your favorite things about him.

“Connor, wanna hear what someone at work said today?” You happily asked, falling onto the bed and looking over at the man who was already shirtless and under the covers. Of course he nodded, pulling you to lay down properly.

As soon as your head hit the pillow your smile grew, “So, I was talking to Annette right? And she was telling me about her cats and that she has an orange cat and a calico cat, which they’re adorable. I'll show you a picture after,” You interlocked your fingers with his as you spoke.

“Anyway, did you know that most orange cats are boys and most calico cats are girls? Isn’t that cool? Like no matter what-” You were cut off by a long and lingering kiss to the lips, followed by peck upon peck to your cheek, forehead, temple and all the spaces in between.

A giggle built up in your throat as you scrunched your face up, Connor’s nose bumping against yours as he pulled back slightly, “What was all that for? You trying to shut me up?” You teased, knowing full well he’d never try and make you stop talking.

He shook his head, placing a light kiss to the tip of your nose, “No, you’re just really adorable when you get excited over the stuff you learn.” Connor spoke softly, his heart feeling like it grew a million and one times just by looking at you.

Your cheeks tinged dark red, a bashful smile on your face, “I- oh,” You muttered, always flustered when he complimented you. Whether it was on your appearance or something smaller like this it made butterflies fly all throughout your stomach.

“God I can’t wait to marry you.” He mumbled, pulling you forward for another kiss, this one more sensible since he wasn’t overcome by cuteness aggression. His hand slid to the side of your face, simply holding you there.

You brought a hand up to cover his, pulling back just enough to speak, “Neither can I.”

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Hey im the one who requested husband wesker but what whould he do if excella was geting angrier and angrier and how wesker is married and trys to do something to the reader but wesker find out. Sorry if im asking to much but thank you and i hope your doing well.

[Hey! couple of things for this one. Firstly and most important: thank you so much for the ask and I’m so sorry that it took so long. Secondly, I need to clarify that I don’t think that everyone that gets work done on their body is evil or something. Also that I think the model for Excella is very beautiful. I was just going for that feeling when you’re mad at someone and you start picking at everything, and it made the first part of the fic sounds kinda mean :p]

There was something to be said about having your husband working the way that he did. As you could imagine, having the love of your life suddenly decide that he was going to take over the world by means of bio-hazardous and ethically dubious methods can put quite the strain on your marriage. On top of that, he seemed to be working with a woman that looked like she just walked out of a sex doll factory. Usually, you wouldn’t be inclined to say something like that about a woman, at least not as an insult, but she seemed to be going for this look for no other reason than to try to manipulate people; and most damning in this case, to try to manipulate your husband. Now, you knew that he wasn’t stupid enough to fall for Excella, but you had seen enough of her to know that she was stupid enough to fall for him. Albert might be your husband, but you could admit that he had a way of duping people into thinking that he was into them so he could get them to do things for him.

You had thought, thought, that he was over that sort of thing, seeing as you hadn’t heard any of the hushed whispers you used to hear about him. Come to think about it, that was most likely because you saw hardly anyone, and when you did Albert was with you meaning that no one dared to say anything then. That is, no one but Excella that is. She seemed to think that she could say whatever she wanted, about whomever she wanted, and however she wanted. And, you were the most recent of her victims. It would seem like her plastic surgeon had used hot air instead of silicone in her last boob work; not that she needed more. It was both a good and a bad thing that you were extremely good at blowing people off, because you didn’t give her the reactions that she wanted; but at the same time the more that she was ignored, the more that she tried to get your ire. She definitely had it, but you weren’t going to give her the satisfaction of knowing it.

“Really, dear,” Excella always tired to put a friendly spin on all of her insults, “I’m just saying it’s a surprise that such a fashionable man as Albert,” she always used his first name even though she didn’t have permission to, “would leave you to walk around in such a…an outfit.” You went to reply something of a half-assed excuse to her, but stopped when the door opened. It was Albert, not to either of your surprise. And, odd enough with how clingy he has been lately, well, physically clingy and emotionally distant, you were happy to have him in the room for no other reason than at least means to get her to shut up. He quirked a brow when neither of you talked. “Keeping secrets are we?” He prodded as he walked your direction. “Oh, no, simply talking about something you aren’t interested in.” Excella chimed in. Albert simply snapped his fingers and pointed toward the door. Excella knew what this meant and left the room briskly.

Albert ran a hand along the side of your neck gently yet possessively. “We’ve talked about this-“

“I know what you’ve said.” you cut him off, not wanting hear his whole spiel about how dangerous things were at the time, especially when you weren’t the one at fault here. “I stayed exactly where you left me. It’s not my fault that your chihuahua left your purse to corner me.” The hand on your neck squeezed slightly and you were warned with a curt, “Watch it.” After a moment of him studying your face, not like he didn’t know you, but rather like he was forgetful of what human emotions looked like, his hold softened. “What has she been doing to you?” Albert asked darkly. Now, you weren’t the most fond of Excella, but you also knew that being on Albert’s bad side was one of the worse curses in the world. You wouldn’t wish it on her for not outgrowing schoolyard antics. “Nothing.” You huffed and leaned back and rested your elbows on the counter behind you.

He leaned with you in kind, and replaced his hands on your neck with his lips. “We both know you’re not telling me everything.”Albert mumbled into your skin before he placed a kiss there. “And, I know that you only get this cozy when you’re trying to get something.” You grumbled back, but didn’t do anything to stop him. There was another, uncharacteristically sweet kiss to your neck. “Do I?” He chuckled. “I’ll have to start asking for things more often.” There were a few more kisses before he move up to whisper in your ear, “I do know one thing you don’t.” He nestled his nose at the side of your face, pressed his lips to your jaw, and mischievously hummed, “We have an audience.” He didn’t have to tell you who it was.

Scoffing, you went to push off the counter and away from him, but you were pinned where you were by his body weight alone. “Oh, don’t be a prude. Let her enjoy the show.” Albert laughed, obliviously enjoying the whole situation as his hands moved to your waist. “Albert.” You warned. You might not have had much sway out here, but you still had ways to put the pressure on him while the two of you were in private. “Relax. It isn’t like she’s going to be around to talk.” He purrs and straitens up, reaching into his pocket to pull out a cloth to wipe his glasses from smudging them on your face. While he did he looked at you with uncovered, primal eyes with a sort of hunger shining in them.

“I’ll have you remember that I am very observant. I know how to put two and two together.” You figured he did, at least when he sent Excella out of the room. But, like you said earlier, being on Albert’s bad side wasn’t something you would wish on someone, so you weren’t going to say anything to him. “Jealous are we?” You decided to try to spin it around. He was quick to catch on though, and spun it right back. “Oh, always, but never as much as you.” There was a quick peck to your lips after this to make sure he didn’t sour your mood too greatly. “I had already made up my mind on the matter, but what I just saw solidified it.” His glasses back on, Albert leaned over you once more. He leaned in by your ear, warm breath sending shivers down your spine. “Sit tight a little bit more. She has run through her usefulness and worse insulted you. The two of us are going to have a… job assessment after i walk out that door. I give her a half hour before-“

Albert cut himself off, leaned back, smirked, and said, “Well, no need to be graphic.” You raised your brows questioningly. “Never something that bothered you before.” He smiled at your remark as he held you chin to be sure that your full attention was on him. “Oh, believe me, sweetheart, you are sheltered.” He snickered. “And, when was the last time you used that nickname? I thought you were too god-like now to stoop to such child-like ideas.” You poked fun at him and that weird complex he had gotten a few years ago. His response was to hover his lips above yours with the words, “Never for you.” ghosting over them, pulling him in along with them.

You had almost forgotten about the doomed voyeur at the slightly ajar door. There was not a thought, not even a breath left in your system; like he was pulling your whole soul out of your body with the kiss. It sadly didn’t last as long as you wanted it to, and he was stepping back with the intent of stepping away. “Happy anniversary, love.” He hummed and gave you one more chaste kiss before walking toward the door. You were still a bit dazed, so you almost didn’t catch on to what he said. When you did, you were angry; well, a bit more disappointed than angry. “Hey! That’s not until-

“Early.” Albert added with a turn to you to slide his glasses down a bit and give you a wink. You rolled your eyes and he opened the door on an Excella that was trying to act like she wasn’t just hunched over trying to listen in. When he was out the door, she gave you a look like she just won the lottery. If only she knew.

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[acourtofinkandpapyrus]

A Flower with Petals of Flame: Part Sixteen (Eris x Reader)

Warnings: Blood. LOTS OF BLOOD, murder, Amarantha

Part Fifteen Part seventeen

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Don't worry, I won't kill Eris. Heheheh

“Hello Y/N.  You know, I was quite surprised when my soldiers told me that there was a purple eyed illyrian female staying with them, but here you are.”

I ground my teeth.  I had never met her in the flesh, but I would be a bad leader if I couldn’t recognise the female that kept most of Prythian locked under a mountain for years.

“Amarantha, how good to finally meet you.”  I croon, sliding a dagger into my hand discreetly. “You know, I was wondering where you went after you died, maybe you’d like to clear that up for me?”

Eris’s face was a mask of stone as he stood straight, acting as if he didn’t have a knife at his throat.

“Y/N, whatever she wants, don’t give it to her.”  Eris said, his voice stoney even as the bond tugged at my heart frantically.

He was afraid.

He was afraid I would get hurt.

Stupid male, doesn’t he realize I could obliterate this female in an instant?  The only problem was that he would probably die no matter how I went about it.

Amarantha let out a low chuckle.  “That’s a nice idea, but from what I’ve seen, she’s not going anywhere without you.”  She crooned into Eris’s ear, and I saw drops of blood forming where the knife was pressing into his skin.

“If you hurt him, I will obliterate you.”  I snarl, my magic bubbling in response to my rage.

Amarantha studies me for a moment.  “You know, I was like you not that long ago.  Hopelessly in love with a male.  Then I realized something.”

My heart threatened to beat out of my chest as she tilted the knife a tiny bit, making Eris wince as more blood droplets started to form.

“All males are the same.  This world is beyond help.”  She grins at me.  “But we both know that there are so many more.  That there is basically limitless potential, limitless potential for anyone who wants it.”

Her tone is a bit manic, and Eris has a bit of a look of confusion on his face.

But I had heard this spiel before.  I had heard myself spouting something similar after the Asteri found me.

The only difference is that I cared about the cost, found out about the downsides of dimensional travel and blanched.

Because there will always be people out there that will use that opportunity to destroy and conquer.

And I was quickly seeing that Amarantha was just that.

“Did the Asteri tell you about the whole eating souls thing?  You know, once they’re done with you, they’re just going to kill you and take it all.”  I say, hoping I can stall until Lucian, or Tamlin, or anyone found us here and killed this bitch.

She just smiled at me, as if I was a clueless child.  “You act all tough, as if you aren’t still just the little girl that was killed, and she was still only the next best thing.”

My teeth grind.  “How about you let him go and I show you exactly what the next best thing can do?”  I ask, grinning at her.

She cackled.  “Oh no.  Very simply, what I want is you to know that I’m going to tear down your brother, and everyone he cares about, until only you and him are left, and I’m going to watch you two tear eachother apart.”

She shoves him away, winnowing away as I rush to catch him.

He grabs on to me, holding me close to him.  “You should have run away.” he whispers into my hair, cradling me close to him.

I don’t let go, but I do say, “Like hell.  You know you wouldn’t have run away if the positions were reversed.”

He holds me tighter.  “No, but you weren't there under the mountain.  She is a monster.”

I had heard enough to know that those fifty years had been a living hell for all of Prythian, so I don’t argue the point anymore.

“We need to go check and see who’s alive.”  I say after a while, both of us sitting in the grass, Eris’s neck already perfectly healed.

He looked reluctant.  “Do you think that’s a good idea?”  He asked, pushing a loose strand of hair behind my ear.

The mating bond pulled tight between us, waiting for one of us to speak of its presence.

Now wasn’t the time.

“Good idea or no, it’s the right thing to do.”  Say, pulling away gently and standing up, looking out on the field of corpses, the grass of the spring court running red with blood.

He joins me, but I can see the worry creasing his brow.  Nonetheless, he follows me as I walk into the bloody scene.

They were all gone.  There was not a sign of life.

Eris and my gazes locked.  Had Lucian been here?

I ran the rest of the way to the manor, running through the already open doors into the horror show that was the inside of the Manor.

I had spent a couple months here with Tamlin and Lucian, helping them bring people back, helping bring this whole place back.

Amarantha had left a bloody trail to the throne rooms, and I paused in the hallway, not wanting to enter the doorway.

Eris came up beside me, taking my hand in his.  “You don’t have to go in if you don’t want to.  I can look for both of us.”

Despite the gore and horror around us, my heart warmed slightly.  He knew how I felt, and was willing to face whatever was in there for me.

I shake my head slightly.  “Together?”

He nodded.

“Together.”

#a court of frost and starlight #a court of mist and fury #a court of silver flames #a court of thorns and roses #a court of wings and ruin #acomaf #acotar #acowar #acosf #pro eris vanserra #eris vanserra #eris acotar #eris x reader #y/n x eris #eris x y/n #y/n #rhysand sister #tamlin #acotar tamlin #acotar lucien #lucien vanserra #lucian #spring court #amarantha

[cauldron-of-oddities]

Sooo, the shapshifter au has taken up residency in my head for a a while, it seems.

@youmaycallmeyourhighness comments gave some inspiration.

Ghost stories.

Mylo swore the Last Drop was haunted. Not always, but often enough when alone at the bar cleaning up. It started with scratching in the vents and from the rafters, and when he went up to look, there was always nothing.

Next was the laughter, first a laugh that echoed in the vents. Then it went to a creeping sort of giggle. It was creepy as fuck. And then the broom would slip down with a thunk, the glasses would rattle, and there'd be whisper of a snicker.

It was keeping him from sleep. He swore up and down it was aimed at him. “Claggor, you hear that?” Mylo whispers. A snore is his only answer. It really didn't help Claggor slept like a rock. The ghost was real, and he needed the others to know.

“Mylo, there is no ghost. It's probably just the rats.” Vi told him. “Rats don't laugh!” was his protest.

“You have to admit it does seem strange when we've never heard anything.” Was Claggor's ever reasonable reply. Mylo wanted to bang his head on the table.

“Why would a ghost even want to bug your scrawny ass!” Powder screeched at him when he snatched a tool from her hand when she wouldn't listen.

He made them do a ghost stake out that night. He built a blanket fort in one of the table cubbies. ‘Borrowed’ Powders colander and made everyone stay awake with him. Nothing happened, and everyone was crabby the next day. Vander was confused when he came down that morning.

When he told Vander, he was met with a tired sigh, and him pinching the bridge of his nose. “Mylo, you're not getting out of chores tonight."

...

For Powder, it hadn't taken her long to start appreciating the capabilities of her bird form. The implications of the dark bird would still make her feel uneasy, but with each new thing she learned the more her mischievous, dare she say wicked side started to show, and she sort of (really) liked it.

Where the others only had their bird calls, she found she could mimic human speech. The discovery had happened when Ekko was too preoccupied with a project.

You see, Ekko’s fingers were magic, the way he fixed things, the way he braided her hair, and the way he knew just how to trail them over her feathers just right. And here she was sitting ignored on the side of his desk, and in her head, she'd grumbled ‘pet me’ Only for him to look up confused. “Did you just talk?"

And what a discovery it was! Look, was she to blame that ‘pet’ became the first word she mastered as a bird? Ekko would look up with a fond huff and run his wonderful fingers over her feathers just so.

The next thing she learned was laughter when she giggled at the thought. “I don't know if that's creepy or cute.” was all Ekko said to that.

...

The night of Mylo's turn for cleaning The Last Drop came, and he dreaded it. Vi was out with Vander getting some training done. Claggor had been helping Ekko and Benzo lug about new material and had crashed there. And Powder, she should be asleep, she'd dutifully done the whole go to bed spiel and then shifted and headed to the rafters in the bar.

And there was her victim, scrubbing a particularly nasty stain from a table. She started her ghostly game.

She has to hold in a too loud laugh when she sees him freeze in his task and shiver.

“Nice ghosty, just ignore me ghosty…” she hears him mutter as he looks around.

As she plotted her next haunting tactic, there was a crash and a rattle as two rough looking thugs break in and take all of a second to notice Mylo and threaten him to open the cash drawer.

She hears the bang of a bat smash something and break. No, such misfortune she would not ever wish on her brother. But to show herself would mean the game would be up and what good could she do as Powder?! But, as the ghost... First, the scuttle, then the laugh, just a little lower than usual.

“What the fuck was that brat?” One of the thugs turns to Mylo.

“It's haunted!” he blurts out and then laughs, “See, I'm not imagining things!” Validation and panic was a strange emotional concoction.

The two strangers look at him like he's mad.

“There's a ghost!”

"A ghost?"

And then Powder sees from her perch Mylo get an idea.

“Yeah! And it'll curse you bad if you take anything!”

The two thieves share a glance and push Mylo further to the bar, clearly not impressed. Well, that plan failed or had it?

Powder watches for a moment from the rafters. How very convenient they stopped right below her favourite beam, right below a brightly painted glitter chomper kept on the highest shelf for emergencies (no one thought such a cute thing was anything other than decoration) A silent glide over, the smallest push and a quick flap away, has it falling on the thugs' heads with a heavy puff. Coughing and desperately wiping their eyes. When they see no assailant and another giggle from the rafters sounds, something like fright enters their eyes, and they run. Thank goodness they hadn't been the brightest bulbs in the box.

Mylo's standing there completely stumped, good, he hadn't seen her.

“Thanks ghost, could you maybe not haunt me anymore?” Mylo asks. She stays silent.

Mylo takes a deep breath and looks around forlornly at the mess “Fuck! Now I need to clean this too!”

Yeah, ok, at least for tonight, she'd not spook him anymore, maybe the next month or so.

Mylo tells his tale with great theatre the next day when everyone's back. “Still don't get why it helped me though.” He finished.

“Maybe the ghost doesn't like bullies?” Ekko suggested. Sitting beside Powder, he nudged her knee under the table.

“Wierd that it just stopped.” Vi raised an eyebrow in Powder's direction. Powder just took another sip from her favourite cup.

Later, when it was the sisters' turn to clean, Vi turned to her sister. “Really Pow you gotta stop. I don't think i'll survive another midnight blanket fort ghost stake out.”

“I'm not doing anything, and even if he is haunted, he probably deserves it” Powder grumbled at her sister.

“Seriously Powpow.” Holding up a sleek blue black feather from the spot of the chomper.

“You've proved to yourself you're quite capable. Talk to Mylo next time he’s an ass. Hell, tell him off. But stop the haunting.”

Powder pouted.

“Yeah I know it's fun, but spare us our sanity. Do it or I'll tell.” Vi's tone is final.

“... fine”

Vi, let out a relieved sigh. “On that note, there's this really fancy old, old pilty house, I think it might be due a ghost story of its own.” Vi almost instantly rethought the sugestion, the wicked grin on her baby sister's face was absolutely terrifying.

#timebomb #ekko x jinx #ekkojinx #shapeshifter au #the owl and the crow #the mis adventures of the owl and the crow #Mylo

[darthpastry]

please share your head canons about ness and vanessa being siblings

Mainly centered around Ness, but oh well.

Ness is actually Vanessa’s older brother, got disowned by William because he pretended to be a complete airhead and William fell for it. In reality, it was his plan to get disowned because investigating the MCI was a lot safer, albeit harder, when he wasn’t so close to William. Either that or he ran away.

If he ran away, he and Vanessa ended up meeting at the diner and ended up arguing about Ness running away, but eventually they both just pushed that whole thing to the side because they knew it would never get resolved and didn't want to be bitter. Vanessa is still bitter, of course, but she's mainly happy to be in contact with her brother again and glad he didn't have to live with William for as long.

He works as a waiter to make ends meet, but also has a tumblr blog full of conspiracies on the franchise. Both William and Vanessa know about the blog. William is enraged and has Vanessa keep tabs on the blog and the accounts engaging with it but has no idea who runs it.

Vanessa knows it’s her brother and occasionally had to pull Looney Tunes style stunts to keep William from finding that out. She’s tried to get Ness to stop, but he just went on a passionate ramble about “spreading the truth” and she gave up.

He also just lurks around Freddy's night; he memorized where all the cameras are when he was a kid, so he knows how to avoid them. Vanessa regularly comes to Freddy's, not just because she's supposed to keep an eye on the night guards, but also to drag Ness out of there and keep him from stealing a pizza oven or something. Of course, Vanessa never mentions this to Mike because who knows who know who he'll tell?

She comes to Sparky's at least once a week to give Ness a new spiel about how dangerous this whole thing is (because that's better than giving up like I originally said). One time she said everyone thought he was insane, making it pointless. He threw diet coke at her and immediately apologized before saying "but the sentiment behind it still stands."

At some point, despite being smug about still sneaking in, he starts bringing her dinner because "he's worried about his little sister" and in between night guards they'll sometimes sit and chat because Vanessa knows it's the one way to stop him from sneaking around. Ness knows that it's the one way he's guaranteed to stay inside.

He comes up with overcomplicated plans to get in and out of the pizzeria, staying safe while being able to look for clues. He swears he saw an animatronic move, but Vanessa gaslighted him until he became convinced the pizza ovens were the key to solving everything.

They do both care about each other but have a hard time communicating that due to William's a+ parenting and all. Vanessa mainly shows it by trying to steer Ness away from the pizzeria and Ness mainly shows it by making sure Vanessa has food since she often forgets to eat dinner. He'll either bring it to the pizzeria or leave it at the police supply station (the one where Vanessa treated Mike's injury).

It's generally a sandwich because, while he has mastered the art of sandwiches, Ness can't cook to save his life. He once almost burned down the house trying to boil water for pasta because he heard that putting oil in the water was a good idea, they still have no idea how that resulted in such a large fire. Also, sandwiches are simply easier for both of them.

He did end up traumatizing Vanessa at a fairly young age when he figured out that most of her toys belonged to dead children and she found his "evidence notebooks".

Ness also dropped out of drama club after deciding to investigate the MCI. Hardest decision he ever made, and he still has some regrets about it to this day. Fortunately, he still spreads theater kid energy in every way he can.

Someone sent in an ask with the blurriest photo ever and he had an absolute field day and ended up talking about "this random blog he came across" to every guest at the diner for weeks. Only reason he keeps his identity private is because that's why he wanted to get away from William in the first place and he does have some self-preservation instincts. Everyone thinks he’s a little crazy, but in an affectionate way. A lot of people see his blog as a joke, but still enjoy it.

He traumatizes anyone visiting the town of new to the diner at all by rambling about the pizzeria, but everyone who knows him is just like “oh, haha, classic Ness.”

I'll probably have more headcanons later, I'm actually working on a fic about this concept lol.

#fnaf #five nights at freddy's #fnaf movie #five nights at freddy's movie #fnaf movie spoilers #ness fnaf #ness the waiter #fnaf vanessa #vanessa shelly #vanessa afton #fnaf headcanons #headcanon #my headcanons #hcs #headcanons #ask #ask box

[slimthicksonnett]

And They Were Co-Captains (Alana Cook)

It's me again! This is the closest thing y'all will ever get to a kidfic from me and it was also written at a crisp 4 AM so enjoy!

no edits, we die like men.

Prompt: Here! But artistic liberties took it beyond this oops.

Rated: B for Baby, C for Co-Captains and College, obviously.

Word Count: 3,604 (have i done it? does this count as short?)

---

You were done for the second they walked through the door. 

If it wasn’t for the quick hands of an ever attentive Alana, the coffee you had been holding would have quickly met its end the moment you saw them.  

In the entrance of the teams meeting room was Crystal Dunn. While the woman herself certainly deserved a round of applause all on her own, it was more so the four month old baby perched on her hip that really held your attention.

“Y/N, are you good?” It was Midge who asked the question, having stopped the conversation she was having with Alana when the young defender was forced into making the save of the week for your drinks sake. 

She was only met with a noncommittal hum as you continued to keep your eyes on the pair who were very quickly surrounded by the others who noted their arrival and were eager to say hello. You couldn’t stop smiling as you watched the scene unfold, seeing all of the veterans meet their longtime friend's child for the first time. Pinoe was particularly emotional, tearing up as she went on some long spiel about how she always knew Crystal would make a great mother. Even Alyssa got in on the cuteness, a firm hand clasped on Crystal's shoulder as she smiled almost proudly. 

It was a hand on your own shoulder that finally managed to startle you out of your trance.

“You know, you can go say hi too.” Andi said softly, her hold on you reassuring as ever as she looked at you knowingly. 

“Don’t want to, this is their moment.” You answered, shaking your head dismissively at your best friend.

There was a lot of truth to that statement. As enraptured as you were by the sudden appearance of another small child at camp, you didn’t know Crystal that well. When you’d finally become a regular on the senior team, Dunn was out on injury which had further extended into maternity leave. Apart from the few national team camps you’d both attended in the past and being mutuals on social media, the two of you had never had much interaction. Because of that, you felt very compelled to hang back and let the veterans of the team and Crystal's Portland teammates dote on the pair. Besides, it wasn’t a bad view.

—

The crying had been going on for ten minutes straight. Regardless of what Crystal did, Marcel refused to settle. 

She had changed him, Alex had bounced around with him, Sophia had attempted a game of peek-a-boo, and only the briefest amount of respite came when Pinoe got him to take a bottle. And then it started right back up again.

To the team's credit, everyone was carrying on with their lunch like nothing was happening. Which was either due to the fact that they were all dead tired from morning training or because a crying baby really has nothing on the chaos that already is national team camp. 

However, you were only so strong. While Marcel cried, you struggled to choke down your food. Foot tapping and leg shaking wildly under the table, you chewed your kale aggressively. 

“Awww Y/NN, you look like a little bunny!” Ashley Sanchez laughed, poking at your cheek while you ate and gaining some chuckles from the rest of the girls at your table. You gave her a healthy dose of side-eye before taking another bite, not having the words to refute her statement.

“An angry little bunny…” Alana muttered, taking in your clearly agitated expression. That comment really got a round of laughter from your teammates, clearly amused that Cook had been the one to point it out. 

Despite the teasing words, Alana's eyes were full of concern as she peaked over at you. Having been with you since your days at Stanford, the girl knew you better than anyone. Cautiously, she snuck a hand under the table and set it on your restless leg. Any other day, your girlfriend's touch would have brought you comfort. But today, in combination with the crying that was piercing your heart, it was suffocating.

“Okay, that’s enough.” Your sudden proclamation and quick movement gained lots of curious eyes as you pushed away from the table. 

Driven by something outside of your control, you crossed the meal room towards the source of your frustrations.

“I don’t know what’s up with him! He’s never gotten like this.” Crystal was saying as you approached, Alex nodding along in understanding.

“Y/N!” Sophia greeted happily, flashing one of her very familiar full face smiles at you. The sight of your friend offered a momentary distraction and you smiled back, giving a nod of your head in acknowledgement of her.

“Hey kid! What’s up?” This time it was Pinoe who greeted you, the ever endearing title of ‘kid’ earning her another eye roll instead of a smile in return.

Your focus was brought back to the matter at hand though when a particularly harsh cry came from Marcel who was trashing unhappily in his very distraught mothers arms. From this close, the scene was even harder to see. Crystal, who had just completed her first USWNT training in almost a year, was looking justifiably exhausted. Then adding the stress of her son crying on top of that? It was like the day was just kicking her while she was down. 

“Crystal, can I help?” The bluntness of the question was a stark contrast to your usually tactful demeanor and clearly caught your teammates off guard. 

Alex specifically went wide eyed, knowing it had taken you almost two entire camps before you’d even asked to hold Charlie. Crystal looked at you with skeptical brown eyes, not untrusting but mostly uncertain. But when Marcel thrashed hard in her arms once again, it seemed frustration won out over the uncertainty of letting a rookie she didn’t know hold her son. 

“You’re welcome to try!” She laughed, moving to hold him out to you, anticipating the struggle that often came with having to pass off an infant. 

But the struggle never came. Skillfully, you scooped Marcel out of her arms and cradled him into your own. With a gentle hand, you adjusted his head so it was supported carefully against your bicep. Looking down at him, you started to smile which quickly evolved into laughter as you watched him stare at you with the biggest dark brown eyes that looked at you in the way that only babies do.

“I can’t blame you for looking like that! Your mama has been introducing you to a lottttt of new people, huh jidmoonh?” You giggled, poking his cheek playfully as you started bouncing around the room with him. Between the sound of your giggle and you poking at his cheeks, Marcel let out his own bubble of laughter that got you laughing again too.

“That’s right! Jidmoonh, chipmunk! That’s what you look like with those cheeks. So huffy!” Your words were soft, gentle, made only for the little laughing baby in your arms who had so much of your attention that you hadn’t realized the entire room had gone dead silent and was hanging on your every word.

“Holy shit. Is she magic?” Crystal exclaimed, slightly stunned that something as simple as you holding him and bouncing around had gotten him to quiet down immediately.

“I should’ve thought to ask her earlier, she is literally one of Charlie's favorite people ever. I thought maybe it was just because she’ll give her shoulder rides whenever she wants but I guess she's just good with all kids!” Alex chimed in, watching as you continued your lap around the room.

“And we’re sure she doesn’t have a secret family or something? She’s seriously got the mom touch.” Many of the team muttered in agreement with Crystal while the younger members of the team all casted knowing looks at each other.

It wasn’t that you and Alana were keeping your relationship from the team. It's just, neither of you were particularly affectionate in public and no one had ever asked. Of course, all of your old Stanford teammates knew. As well as anyone who played against you in college or who just had eyes and followed college soccer. Even though you aren’t often incredibly affectionate in public, it was hard to miss hearing about the two Stanford co-captains who celebrated their goals with a kiss. 

Nothing more than amused by the accusations of you having some secret child, Alana was smiling proudly from where she sat listening to you babbling away to the baby in your arms. It was mostly nonsensical things, comments about how much he reminded you of your nephew, and just little noises until a particular string of comments caught her attention. 

“You hear that? They think I’ve got the mom touch! What do you say Marcel, you want another little friend? I certainly want one, so how about that? How about another little national team baby?” You cooed, wiggling your eyebrows at him as he babbled back.

Alana froze. You wanted one? A little friend? Another national team baby? Her mind was reeling as all of the information came pouring in and if it wasn’t for Naomi’s subtle nudge of her foot under the table, she’s almost certain she’d have fainted.

A series of catcalls and whoops from your teammates drew your attention, letting you know that your last few sentences had been heard throughout the room.

“Sheesh Y/N, family planning already? When are we gonna meet the baby daddy!” Lindsey hollered out, supported with various vocalizations from other teammates.

“Who says you haven’t?” You challenged, a smirk on your lips as you looked up from the baby. Your eyes flitted to Alana’s, shooting her a wink before looking over her shoulder and blowing a dramatic kiss to Lindsey. 

“If you’re looking at IVF, I know a guy knows a guy!” Kristie shouted teasingly, earning a high five from Midge who was enjoying maybe a little too much the way she could see Alana squirming out of the corner of her eye. 

“I’ll keep that in mind!” You quipped before turning back to the baby and your girlfriend was using every last inch of willpower she possessed to keep from exploding right there on the spot.

You’d keep that in mind?!

—-

And camp continued much in the same fashion. 

At any point if you weren’t on the pitch or taking care of personal matters, you had Marcel in your arms. This was of course much to the chagrin of your poor girlfriend who watched your baby fever with growing amounts of panic.

Part of her was obsessed with the situation, the sight of you being so cute with a baby and the knowledge that you actively thought about having one with her was enough to have her falling even deeper in love with you.

The other part of her kn-

“Lany, why do you look like you’re about to explode?” Rose unknowingly interrupted, bumping her with her hip as she walked past. 

Once again, Alana had gotten lost in her own thoughts while watching you with Marcel. So lost, she hadn’t even pieced together that everyone was leaving the locker room to load back onto the bus.

“She might have not exploded, but I bet her ovaries have!” Sophia teased, flicking her discarded pre-wrap at Alana who promptly swatted it away and fixed her with a glare.

“Whose ovaries are exploding?” Someone asked from behind her, startling the young defender who hadn’t realized anyone else was still here. Her face heated with embarrassment when she realized that the person who had spoken up was in fact the mother of the child her girlfriend had been carrying around all week.

“Alana’s obviously!” Naomi laughed, gathering up the last of her bags and answering the question that hadn’t been addressed to anyone in particular.

“Obviously?”  Crystal raised an eyebrow questioningly, looking around at all of the younger players who were sharing knowing looks. When she caught Andi’s eye, the Spirit captain just nodded her head in the direction of the exit of the locker room where you still stood with Marcel on your hip as you chatted with one of the trainers.

“Ohhhh…” As the pieces all clicked into place, the older woman looked at Alana with amusement sparkling in her eyes and a kind smile. 

“You guys are the worst.” Alana huffed, rolling her eyes as her teammates just laughed and headed for the bus.

Still needing a moment to gather all of her stuff, she trailed behind and busied herself with her equipment.

“So, sneaky, how long have you two been together?” For the second time that day, Crystal Dunn's voice started Alana nearly out of her skin. Despite the initial startling though, she smiled. After all, Crystal had asked her about one of her favorite topics.

“Six years in October.” She answered the question easily as she got her stuff together. Alana was good with dates, especially important ones like anniversaries. 

“Junior year of college.” Crystal commented as she sat down on the bench, a hint of playfulness in her tone and something else. Respect, maybe?

“Halloween weekend.” Alana laughed, the memory of the mid soccer season party coming easily to the front of her mind. 

“And how long has she been like…this?” The veteran defender didn’t have to elaborate any further for Alana to know exactly what she meant. 

“Openly? It’s definitely new.” She admitted, stopping her packing and instead settling down on  the bench beside her teammate. 

“So you two haven’t been…” Crystal trailed off again as Alana's eyes went wide at what she was insinuating.

“Trying??? No! God, no. I mean, it’s a World Cup year! And we’re both here finally. Together.” The last part clearly revealed much more than she’d meant for it to as Crystal nodded in understanding, placing a supportive hand on Alana’s thigh. 

“And if it wasn’t a World Cup year?” 

The question hung in the air. Crystal, looking both sympathetic and expecting while Alana sat in silence. 

“I don’t know.” She finally managed, looking at Crystal with big eyes as she finally realized that she really didn’t know and that that’s probably the first time in almost six years that there was something concerning you that she didn’t know about.

Humming in understanding, Crystal patted Alana’s thigh before getting to her feet.

“Well, looks like you have a conversation to have!” With a supportive smile on her face, Crystal extended a hand to help Alana up before reaching over to grab both of their bags.

“I’ll grab my little goblin from her when we get to the hotel and you two can have a chat, yeah?” 

Alana simply nodded and that was enough of an answer for Crystal who led them out of the locker room and to the bus that was about to threaten to leave them behind.

—--

“Lany? Are you okay?” Your concerned voice cut through the silence of the hotel room as you entered. 

You were greeted by the sight of Alana’s back as she was laying on her side and facing away from the door. Toeing off your shoes and setting your tote down on the bed that was filled with all of your other things, you slipped into your shared bed behind her.

“Lany, baby, what’s going on? Crystal told me you needed to see me.” Your voice was a gentle whisper as you snaked your arms around her waist, pulling her taller frame back against yours.

“Do you want a baby?” Alana’s question was sudden, and shocking enough that you found yourself snapping backwards and out of the embrace you’d initiated.

“Wha-” You couldn’t even formulate a question before your girlfriend was sitting up facing you, distress clear on her face.

“It’s just, the way you’ve been with Marcel! And even with Charlie and your nephew. You’re so good with them and they clearly make you so happy and I didn’t realize how I didn’t notice it sooner because everyone else obviously did and they say you’ve got the mom touch or whatever and I heard you babbling to Marcel about wanting a baby so it’s just, do you want a baby?” It wasn’t like Alana to ramble but in that moment she certainly did, not knowing exactly what to say but having so many thoughts.

“I mean, yes.” You admitted, always favoring honesty.

“Like, right now?” Alana pushed, causing you to scrunch your face up in confusion.

“Alana, it’s a World Cup year!” Your tone bordered on accusatory as you stared back at your girlfriend who knew just how much you’d been working towards this. Hell! She’d been right there with you.

“And if it wasn’t a World Cup year?” She parroted the words back to you that she’d heard from Crystal hardly an hour ago, watching as your brow furrowed.

“I don’t know, Lany! Maybe? Why are you so concerned about this all of a sudden?” It wasn’t necessarily deflecting, you really didn’t know. But what you did want to know was where this was all coming from.

“Because, Y/N! I- Because we're in our twenties! We’re in our prime or whatever. We are finally getting consistent call ups and playing time. It finally looks like we’re actually at a point where these spots will turn into starting roles and we’ll get to do everything we always talked about when we were just co-captains who were best friends that were trying to keep our teammates from falling in love with each other! Because I don’t know if I missed something because now you’re talking about babies, and having a baby with ME? And god, Y/N, I haven’t even given you the ring yet and we’re talking about babies! I just don’t know if I want that yet.” The admission surprised even Alana, who wasn’t sure exactly where she was going with that the entire time she was speaking.

Looking at you now, Alana expected to find some sort of anger or sadness but was instead met with a look of thoughtfulness.

“What do you want, Lany?” Your voice was as gentle as the look in your eyes, prompting, causing tension to slowly seep from Alana’s body.

“What do I want? The same thing as always, Y/N.” Alana answered as if it was obvious but when you raised an eyebrow, she knew she’d have to elaborate.

“You, Y/N, I always want you. I want you by my side and we have that here. I want years more of you and me on the field together, playing in World Cups and Olympics and sold out stadiums for club and for country. And we may never be co-captains again, but I still want to kiss you in celebration and this time I want to do it infront of my country. I want to watch you score and then sprint so fast across the pitch that I beat everyone to you. I want to do the things I love with the love of my life and I don’t want to stop or share it.” There were tears in both of your eyes at this point, yours flowing a bit more freely than Alana’s were.

“Your country? So you want to kiss me in front of England then?” Even with tears rolling down your cheeks, you weren’t able to stop from teasing her.

“Shut up.” Alana laughed in response, staring at you as if she hoped you’d do anything but. 

“Alana Cook, I will be by your side for as long as you’ll have me.” You whispered, returning to the topic at hand and leaning forward so your forehead rested against hers.

“So forever then?” She whispered back, looking at you hopefully as a smile stretched across your face.

“Forever.” Leaning forward, you placed a gentle kiss to her lips in confirmation before pulling back so your heads just rested against each other again.

“Forever sounds like plenty of time for a baby.” Alana said after a while, causing you to lean away in laughter, swatting at her playfully.

“Look who's talking now!” You teased, continuing to poke at her, hitting each and every ticklish spot you know like the back of your hand as she jumped away from you screeching. 

The tickle fight continued for some time before Alana eventually got sick of it. As usual, she proved that she only let you do stupid things as wrapped her arms around you from behind, successfully pinning your arms to your chest, and then pulling you into her. Laughing, you let yourself be pulled into the forced spooning position, never one to complain about getting to snuggle with your girlfriend.

After a while though, you decided laying like this was a little too peaceful. And with the previous conversation playing on repeat in your head, you had perfect ammunition.

“Sooooo,” You started, craning to look over your shoulder at Alana, “You have a ring for me?”

 “Oh my god, can we please have that conversation later?”

—

You didn’t have that conversation later, but you did end up giving Alana what she wanted. 

One month later, in the 15th minute, you scored at a sold out Wembley Stadium.

And true to her word, Alana was somehow magically the first person to reach you. Then, with every single care in the world, her lips were on yours and she was kissing you in front of both England and the United States.

And maybe you were imagining it, but it seemed like suddenly that English crowd roared a little louder.

#alana cook imagine #uswnt imagine #uswnt x reader #woso imagines #woso imagine

[vampirewritesonweekends]

'self-restraint' - Miguel O'hara X reader NSFW fanfiction

Length: 4.3k

Pairing: Miguel x Reader (I tried to keep it gender neutral)

Rating: 18+ only please, mdni

Summary: Miguel leaves his fight with an insatiable bloodlust still in his system. His options are; destroy half of headquarters in a blind fit of rage, or take this pent up aggression out on a streamy session with reader. Primal/animal instincts.

You felt a weight get up from the other side of the bed. It was still early. Far too early. You grumbled over, feeling for Miguel. ‘Mhm-?’ was all you could really manage in your half-awake effort. ‘Go back to sleep.’ He muttered quietly. He sounded tired already. ‘It’s… so early. It’s still dark out…’ You mumbled. ‘I know. I’ve got some stuff that needs taking care of.’ You felt his hand touch your hair lightly, telling you that he didn’t want to leave either. His hands were always warm. It was that warm touch that betrayed his cold exterior.

‘You need to sleep sometimes too, y’know…’ You leaned your head up into his hand. He was already showered and dressed in his suit. He’d clearly been up a while. ‘If the fate of the Multiverse didn’t depend on me… ’ He started.

‘You lose everyone with that ‘fate of the Multiverse’ spiel, Miguel…’ You laughed, trailing off into a yawn. You felt the warmth of his hand leave and soon heard the bedroom door close afterwards. 

You soon drifted back to sleep, missing Miguel, but ready to enjoy a few hours of having both sides of the bed. 

Miguel hadn’t slept much that night. Well really, he never slept much any night. He’d stayed up staring at the ceiling for long enough, he’d figured he may as well just get up and go to headquarters. If he was going to be awake anyway, he should just do something productive. He’d dragged himself out of the bed, careful not to wake your sleeping form. He couldn’t sleep, but you on the other hand, had no issue sleeping at any given time of day. How he envied you for that, but at least it meant that you hadn’t didn’t have so many things keeping you up at night. He sighed. 

Miguel stepped on to his platform, ‘ Lyla. ’ 

She appeared almost instantly, darting about with far too much energy for Miguel’s liking at that time of the morning. 

‘Mornin’, Miguel!’ She replied, ‘Jeez. You look rough.’ She tried to tease but he ignored her comments. He pulled up several orange screens in front of him, his dark red eyes analysing each one. 

‘How many did we have last night?’ He asked, already typing on various screens. At least his coffee was almost ready.

‘Three. Jess has taken one of them, local spiders are working on the others.’ Lyla replied, sliding different screens over to Miguel to look at.

He took a long sip of the bitter coffee, ‘Do they need back up?’

‘They haven’t called for it yet. I have two spiders on hand ready for if they’re needed.’ Lyla shrugged. They were able to contact for help if needs be, or even if they just summoned her she could send someone out for them right. Miguel went back to the screen he was looking at.

‘Alright.’ He replied.

‘Peter’s sent you 36 pictures of Mayday if you want to see them.’ 

‘Delete them.’ He muttered into his cup. Lyla zipped over to Miguel’s ear.

‘What the magic word?’ She asked, knowing full well that he wasn’t in the mood, ‘Come on… You gotta say it.’

Miguel sighed, his eyes closing for a moment as he pinched the bridge of his nose,  ' Please ...Delete them.' He couldn’t deal with thinking about all of that this morning. 

Lyla swiped the message away on the orange screen in front of her, 'Okay! Done!' She replied with a shit-eating grin. Someone had to put Miguel in his place, and by god if no one else was going to do it, Lyla would.

Miguel went back to the screen that he was working on, staring blankly at the information in front of him. No one would do it if he didn’t, he told himself time and time again. He took a long sip of his coffee, the bitter taste waking him up a bit.

'Miguel? The spider on Earth-832 has just requested back-up. I’ll send one of the two on standby.'

Miguel was already putting the coordinates for the dimension into h is watch. If he wants something done right, he has learned that he should just do it himself, 'No. I'll go.'

'You sure, Miguel? You've only just-' Lyla started but was abruptly cut off by the sound of the portal opening. Miguel walked through it without saying another word. Lyla shrugged, 'Okay.' 

A portal appeared in headquarters, sliced open by a set of bright red spinnerets. Miguel appeared through it, dragging an anomaly tied up with thick cords of red web. Miguel panted hard, dripping blood onto the floor with each step. He was almost on all fours, even after the fight had ended. Talons and teeth still bared.

'Lyla! Lyla!! ' He half-growled. Miguel threw the anomaly onto the ground in front of him, groaning as he launched the weight ahead of him. Lyla appeared, and then promptly moved out of way when the anomaly was thrown, ‘Have someone get this.’ The anomaly seemed as rage-filled as Miguel, angrily fighting against the red webbing that was incapacitating him. It had clearly been one hell of a fight. A disc appeared underneath the anomaly, caging him in a structure of red light. 

Lyla zipped from side to side, clicking on different screens as different devices started scanning Miguel and his vitals. Miguel shooed one of the devices away.

'I’m fine , Lyla.’ He muttered, taking no notice of her concerns.

'You’re losing blood. Miguel, go to the hospital wing.’ She told him, he was always so dramatic.

 Miguel ignored Lyla, already typing in his coordinates onto his watch, 'I'm going home… Contact me only in an emergency.'

'You need medical attention. I'll have someone come here-' She started but was promptly cut off.

'If anyone asks for me, tell them I died.' With that, Miguel disappeared back through the portal that had appeared in headquarters. 

'Okay.' She shrugged nonchalantly. She hovered over the anomaly, zipping around him, guess she was left to clean up his mess as per usual. 

You eventually rolled yourself out of bed at 9.30am. It wasn’t like you had much to do today anyway. You had just planned to give the apartment a clean and sort through some of the stuff you had brought over from your dimension. It had been a difficult thing for Miguel to live with some again, so you didn’t want to rush him all at once.

You thought of Miguel at Headquarters, gripping his coffee and pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration as another anomaly or stupid prank tested his patience. Miguel struggled to take a joke nowadays, but you couldn’t exactly blame him for it. If you worked all day, everyday with people who thought they were the stand up comedian of the team, you were sure you’d lose it too. 

You’d passed most of the morning doing nothing in particular. The apartment was clean by 12.30pm, since Miguel was pretty good at keeping things tidy in the first place, so there wasn’t much to clean anyway. The only time the tidiness tended to slip was if you were both out of the apartment house for days on end. You didn’t technically live with Miguel yet, but you were in the slow process of moving in, so you liked to try and keep on top of things since he was always out at work.

So you’d run yourself a bath, determined to do nothing else with your day except for maybe watch some TV and cook dinner for the both of you once Miguel had returned home that evening. 

You wondered what sort of day Miguel was having. You pictured him standing in line at the cafeteria around about now, choosing between the lesser of two evils when it came to what he was gonna eat that day. Little did you know, you were also on the menu. 

Just as you were dry and dressed, you heard a portal opening in the living room.

‘Home already?’ You asked, getting up from the bed. You walked into the living room, expecting to see Miguel exhausted on the sofa.

You weren’t quite prepared for the sight before you, Miguel looked like an animal. He was bent over, panting heavily, his eyes bright red, and his fangs bared. One of his hands clawed at his side, which was still dripping blood onto the floor. His head snapped in your direction, and he was immediately towering over you.

‘Oh my god, Miguel! you’re bleedi- Ah! ’ You were cut off by Miguel crashing his lips against yours. He backed you up against the hallway wall, gripping at your jaw to tilt your face up towards him. He wasn’t usually so rough. His hands were grabbing at your hips, your waist, your ass. He could concentrate enough to retract his talons to touch you, which you were very grateful for. You lost yourself in his kiss, literally taking your breath away. Your bottom lip grazed up against his fangs and produced a small bead of blood, a subtle reminder that Miguel wasn’t entirely human. Sometimes that fact escaped you, but you were very aware of it right now. 

He pulled back, letting you gasp for breath. It was the first time you’d gotten a proper look at him. Miguel was frantic . He was still high on bloodlust, eating away what was remaining of his humanity in that moment. 

‘Miguel! You’re hurt, let me patch you-’ You started, but was promptly cut off.

‘Ignore it.’ He snapped, ‘I need to…’ He half-panted, his breath hot on your neck. He pressed rough kisses against your skin. He scrunched his eyes shut, desperate to continue. Miguel was already so close to giving in to his animal instincts, and you had no intention of stopping him if this was the outlet he needed.

‘I know… It’s okay.’ You nodded. Miguel didn’t wait for further approval. His lips found yours again just as your hands found their way into his hair. You ran your fingers through his dark locks, pulling gently. You traced your hands along his neck, down his shoulders, and along his back, reaching down to palm him through his suit. He was already hard. Miguel bucked his hips against your hand, needing more.

Breaking the kiss, you slid down the wall and dropped to your knees in front of him. You watched as Miguel’s spider-suit dematerialised, freeing his erection. You swallowed at the sight, half-wishing you had been given a chance to flex your jaw before this. You knew Miguel was big , but it still intimidated you to know you needed to take all of him. 

Miguel couldn’t wait any longer, pressing his tip to your lips. You knew how desperate he must have been, since he never usually let himself finish first. He always took care of your needs before his own, so you knew somewhere in his consciousness that he would be feeling pretty selfish to be using you like this. Once again, not that you minded. You opened your mouth for him, taking him one inch at a time. It was no small feat. He pushed his dick all the way into your mouth to the point you were beginning to gag around it, and then held it there for a few seconds. He hissed slightly as he reached the back of your throat.

‘Fuck…’ He groaned. You massaged him with one hand, and held onto his hips with another, guiding him to find a rhythm that you could adjust to.

Miguel started to pick up the pace, throwing his head back as he let out sighs and groans whenever he hit the back of your throat. You gagged around him. It was uncomfortable having his cock in your mouth all at once, but you’d live. Hopefully. Miguel pushed himself into your throat again and again, the back of your head hitting off of the wall with each thrust. Miguel began pushing you away with his hips and then grabbing you by the hair to roughly pull your mouth back onto him. 

‘Ugh… ’ He groaned. It was taking every ounce of his self-restraint to not take you then and there against the wall. He lost all sense of himself and grabbed your own head with both hands, using it to fuck himself with, ‘Yeah… Don’t fucking stop.’  

Soon, the taste of salty pre-cum pooled over your tongue, coupled by the erratic nature of his thrusts, so it was obvious he was starting to get close. You could see the breathlessness on his face as he started to sweat a little. He looked upwards, as though he was praying for something. Miguel’s rabid movements got more aggressive as he started to groan, grabbing your head with both hands so he could fuck your throat more easily. You wiped the spit from your chin and Miguel took the opportunity to grab both of your wrists in his hand, pinning them above your head. 

‘Shit…’ He muttered. Miguel thrust again, and you felt his hot cum slide down your throat. He forced you all the way down onto his shaft as he came, burying himself in you to prolong his high. You looked up at him, his eyes scrunched together in concentration as he rode out his orgasm, still fucking your mouth through it. You choked around him, your jaw aching from the overuse. Miguel pulled out of your throat and you gasped for breath. You breathed heavily, spluttering and wiping the tears from down your cheeks.

Miguel barely gave you a minute to collect yourself before he scooped you up off the floor and threw you over one of his huge shoulders. 

'M-Miguel?' You asked, a bit confused as to what was happening.

'I'm not finished with you.' That was all Miguel said as he carried you through the apartment towards the bedroom. 

Once you were in the bedroom, you were dropped onto the bed unceremoniously. Miguel's large hands were already grabbing at you, eager to relieve you of your clothes. He yanked your bottoms and underwear off, half tearing them in the process. You looked up at the looming figure above you, feeling exactly like a prey animal unable to escape their hunter. In a way, you were his prey. Miguel was still filled with bloodlust, and he had been unable to satiate it any other way than taking it out on you, one way or another. You figured that this was most definitely better than destroying half of headquarters in his rage. 

You reached a hand towards him, to try to touch the bruises and wounds he had gotten in his fight, but he beat you to it and crashed his lips against yours once again. You tasted a little bit of blood on his tongue, it must have been a nasty fight for Miguel to be so banged up. You reminded yourself to scold him later on for not seeing to his injuries before coming to find you. 

He roughly kissed along your jaw, trailing down onto your neck. He left a flutter of violet love-bites in his wake, a physical manifestation of his desperation in that moment. His hand was shaking slightly; trying to find the concentration to keep his claws retracted while touching you. Miguel must have decided that it was too much effort to pull your t-shirt over your head, so ripped straight through it. You were about to complain, but the feeling of his fingers finding their way in between your legs took any coherent thought that you might have had away.

‘Mhm…’ You breathed out, already so willing to melt against him and offer him everything. The sight of him looming over you like that, just like a beast, was almost too much for you to bear. Your thighs were shaking already. All that you cared about in that moment was the feeling of his fingers roughly exploring your folds and rubbing up against your clit, ‘Fuck- Miguel… You feel so good.’ 

Miguel kissed your bare chest, leaving goosebumps wherever he touched. He worked his way down and pushing your legs apart to make enough room for him. You gasped when you felt his lips press against your thighs, and then groaned when you felt his fangs. You waited, breathless in anticipation for when he’d finally touch you again. Surprisingly, you instead felt a sharp pain pierce into your skin.

‘Ah!’ You tried to sit up and see what had happened, but Miguel pushed you back down onto the bed. Immediately, the area started to tingle and numb

‘Just- Just stay still.’ Miguel retracted his fangs into his mouth. You felt his venom crawling from the bite mark and spreading through your leg and upwards through your body. It was fact-acting, and you were damn glad that it wasn’t lethal. Instead of your neck, his mouth now left those same dark love bites on your thighs, holding them in a vice grip on either side of his head so that you couldn’t squirm away from him. Not that you could, even if you wanted to, Miguel had made sure of that. He looked up from between your thighs, a wild look in his eye, daring you to even try to move away.

Miguel grabbed each thigh and began to get worked up again, losing himself to the sight of you spread for him. 

‘Did you fully bite me- Ah!’ but you barely got to the end of the sentence before his tongue was exploring your folds. You made it known whenever he brushed up against your clit, choking out his name in broken sighs until he focused all of his attention on it and sending your oversensitive nerves to heaven and back. He was rough, forceful, and fast, but he knew exactly what he was doing to you. Miguel had always been a gentleman, and made sure that you’d finished first before he fucked you. He was clearly trying to continue that, but it was testing the limits of his self-restraint to not already be inside of you. 

After a few minutes, his fingers entered you pressing up against your walls with the same rhythm he was licking at your clit with and verging on the edge of overstimulation. With concentrated effort, you managed to throw your hands into his hair, grabbing at his dark locks while you needed something to hold onto. You knew it spurred him on to have his hair pulled, even if he complained about it occasionally, but you knew he liked it nonetheless. As if on command, he groaned into you as you pulled his head closer to you. Miguel smothered you with kisses, burying his face exactly where you needed it to be. 

‘A-ah….’ You moaned, craving his fingers to move harder, faster. Miguel knew your body well by that point, and could tell that you were needing more. Miguel’s fingers began to pick up their almost ruthless pace as he busied his mouth with overstimulating you. It didn’t take long for Miguel to drive you right to the edge with the pressure in your abdomen building quickly. He groaned against you, desperate to get you off and already hard again. He could tell how close you were as you started to tighten around his fingers. ‘I’m gonn…’ You moaned,  ‘Fuck…Ah!’ 

The pressure that had been building so quickly inside of you suddenly snapped. Overwhelming sensation wracked your body as Miguel continued to pleasure you through your high.You threw your arms back onto the bed, panting. You tried to move away from Miguel’s face, the overstimulation continuing all the way through your orgasm. However, you found that Miguel’s venom was still affecting your legs so you couldn’t get away from his mouth; resulting in you being completely at Miguel’s mercy while his pace had not slowed down. He didn’t torture you like this for too long thankfully, he needed to be inside of you again as quickly as you needed him to be. He pulled his fingers out of you and at once you mourned the loss of them.  

Miguel leaned over you, as breathless as you were. He held your legs and wrapped them around his waist, then lined his tip up against your entrance. Your legs were slightly too numb to use on your own, but you’d mastered use of your arms again; they’d just tingle slightly for a while. You cupped his jaw with both hands, gazing into his hungry face. There was undeniably lust in his eyes, but also a prominent need to hunt his prey and find an outlet for the animal instincts that had taken over him. 

‘You’re… so difficult to restrain myself around, mi vida.’ He sighed, his breathing ragged and desperate. 

‘Then don’t…’ You whispered in his ear, pulling him closer. Miguel couldn’t wait any longer and started to thrust slowly into you. He tried to be as patient as possible since he knew it wasn’t easy to take his length. His wild lips found yours in an instant, distracting you from the slight wince of pain as you adjusted to his size. You nodded when you were ready for him to start moving, and Miguel did not waste a single moment after that. 

He started slower to let you get used to him and quickly picked up the pace. Miguel’s fingers were nothing in comparison to his cock. He pushed yout thighs further apart so that he could thrust harder.

This position let him hit you at a different, deeper angle and it made you entirely unable to process anything other than letting out cries and moans after every thrust. He pounded into you again and again, it was clear that Miguel was getting closer because his pace was growing uneven and frantic, desperate to find his own orgasm inside you.

Hearing him groan so loudly was wonderful, it felt like a drug, with him being able to lose control like that pushed you closer and closer to your own high. You heard each time his breath caught in his throat, and how he would hiss whenever he would hit you at a new angle.

He was an animal, wild and erratic. You figured you ought to be lucky that his DNA wasn't crossed with one of those spiders that eat their mate after fucking them.You knew that Miguel didn’t like completely losing himself, letting those primal instincts take over any remaining logical part of his brain. He’d probably beat himself up afterwards for using you like this but at this point, he wasn’t sure he’d be able to stop even if he tried. 

‘¿Te gusta eso? Beg me for it. ’ He teased, watching for your reactions.

‘Please…’ You muttered, trying to piece a coherent thought together as he pounded into you again and again and pushed you closer to the edge once more.

‘ Louder.’ He growled, something raw from deep in his throat. It barely sounded like the  Miguel you knew at that point.

‘Please… Miguel-’ You cried, utterly mindless for anything except for the sensation of him inside of you. It didn’t take much of this before the pressure inside you snapped and you cried out his name in pleasure. Of course, Miguel didn’t stop and continued to fuck you all the way though your orgasm because he hadn’t cum yet and was still a wild animal chasing his own satisfaction. The way your walls were squeezing and fluttering drove him feral and nearly made him finish inside of you, but he wasn’t ready to let go just yet, he needed more of you. He was struggling to hold himself together and you heard his talons tear into the fabric of your bedsheets, unable to concentrate on retracting them. He managed to hold on to his own orgasm until yours  had finished, and then he continued fucking you.

Miguel continued groaning as he got closer, relishing in the remnants of your high. He threw his head back, gazing down at you. He wanted to look at your face before he came inside of you.

‘F-Fuck! ’ He choked out, ‘Dios mío-!’ Miguel leaned down to kiss you as he came, moaning into your mouth and filling you instantly. You felt his fangs graze against your bottom lip, threatening to pierce the soft skin. You didn’t care. You didn’t care about anything other than the ruthless thrusting of the man between your legs. 

 A litany of broken Spanish mumbled into your ear, Miguel too lost in his high to remember a single word of English. His muttering then eventually turned into soft whimpers as he came down from climax. Miguel pulled out of you and collapsed down onto the bed, sighing as he caught his breath. You rolled over to lay on his chest, panting beside him.

Your legs would need a little bit of time to recover before you could go and get cleaned up, but you knew Miguel would at least help you to the bathroom since it was his fault that you couldn’t really walk in the first place. It was quiet for a moment, the only sound in the room was the sound of laboured breathing.

‘Feel better?’ You laughed, seeing how much he had calmed down now that he had released that pent up aggression. 

‘Are you… hurt?’ Miguel asked eventually, not wanting to look at the bruised bite mark that he had made on your inner thigh. He should have had more self-restraint than that, he didn’t like losing himself like that. His eyes fell onto your arms, where he hadn’t realised he was squeezing so tight, or how dark the love-bites on your neck were. If he had been able to hold himself back even a fraction , you wouldn’t have been bitten and bruised. You pressed a kiss onto his shoulder and reached a shaky hand up to his face. 

‘I love all of you, Miguel, don’t beat yourself up over it. I’m fine.’ You leaned up to press a chaste kiss onto the corner of his mouth. You knew he was sorry about it, even though you didn’t really need him to say it. You had thoroughly enjoyed yourself. You poked a bruise that had formed on his abdomen, ‘Come on, you need bandaging up.’

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[intercoursefluids]

Well That Happened Chapter 9

When her hair started to glow, Marinette wasn’t sure what to think. She was a little worried about what was happening but Chat seemed a little excited with this outcome so she figured it was fine.

“Oh,” She said drawing out the sound. “-I get it! She’s totally Rapunzel right now!” She said excitedly, lifting up a piece of her glowing hair to check her partner’s head injury.

Chat nodded, letting out a little cheer.

“I was right! I was so right! This is awesome, you’re a Disney princess!” Chat said laughing, pulling out his baton and snapping a selfie with her glowing hair.

Steph joined him for pictures, both of them giggling like little kids as Marinette rolled her eyes and let them do what they wanted.

She had to focus on singing anyway, because apparently that was how her new ‘powers’ worked.

“But didn’t Rapunzel have blonde hair?” Jason asked, drawing everyone’s attention.

Chat nodded, moving away from the impromptu photo-op to explain.

“Yeah, but she only got hit once, not twice. She has some of Rapunzel’s characteristics, like her powers and the style of her dress, but she hasn’t become Rapunzel yet. I’m pretty sure if she get’s hit again then that will change.” Chat explained, almost a little too excited to share what he knew.

“I think she needs to get hit twice in order for the Fairy Godmother’s, that’s what she’s calling herself by the way, powers to fully work. If Mari gets hit again, her hair will get stupid long and blonde and the dress will change from pink to that purple colour she has in the movie.” Chat told the group, practically jumping in place.

During his spiel, Marinette had already finished the song and was waiting for further instructions. She had never seen the movie Chat was talking about and wasn’t sure if she was supposed to be doing anything else.

She had felt Damian (Was his name according to his family, she refused to call him that until he told her himself though.) moving behind her. He hadn’t said anything yet though, so she wasn’t totally convinced he was conscious.

“Hey Chat? What am I supposed to do now? Do I sing again or…?” She asked, looking to him for guidance on the matter. This entire situation was strange to her.

Chat turn to her quickly, almost like he had forgotten what she was doing in her excitement.

“Oh, no it should be fine by now. He should be completely healed if I’m right.” He said, waving her away from Damian.

Marinette moved to stand, feeling Damian move behind her at the same time.

She turned to face him, taking in his new outfit.

“Nice… Denim vest?” She said hesitantly.

It didn’t look bad, but it obviously wasn’t his style.

He looked over at her, running a hand through his hair as he smirked.

“Thanks, Princess.” He straightening up to his full height.

Okay, she changed her mind. He looked great actually. They smirk really pulled to whole look together. Is it hot out here or is it just her?

Marinette cleared her throat, turning away from him.

“Anyway, Chat, does the network know about this? That it takes two shots to lose one of us?” She asked getting straight to business.

Chat shook his head, pulling out his baton and typing on it furiously.

“No, sorry I completely forgot. I just figured it out, like, when I got here.” He explained.

Marinette went to speak when her comm started beeping, signalling an incoming call.

“Hello?” She answered, holding up a hand to quiet everyone.

“Don’t worry about sending that in, Markov already did. Network is updating everyone as we speak.” Pegasus said distractedly.

Marinette could hear the sounds of the war room from his end of the line, the organized chaos reminding her of what she was doing before her partner got hurt.

“Alright, thanks for the update Pegasus.” She said looking up and waving to Markov, who was hovering above the group.

His singular arm waved back.

Marinette hung up, turning to face the group.

“The Network’s been updated already Chat, don’t worry about it. Now, I have a plan and I need to know if you lot are wanting to be a part of it.”

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[literaticat]

This is so stupid, but a while back, this editor told my agent she was bringing my work to an acquisitions meeting. Then she went silent. Nudges revealed she was busy or OOO or just not responding. It’s been almost two years, and we considered it a pass a long time ago, but for some reason, I’m just STUCK on it. I think it’s because I also received an R&R that then led to a pass, and that book was really personal to me. How do I move on? I know I have to. We’re subbing other projects now, but I’m still stuck on it mentally.

I mean probably you should unpack this with a licensed therapist, not me, but hey, until you get there, I guess I can weigh in:

She ghosted you, and beyond your agent presumably nudging / trying to get hold of her, there's not really anything you can do about it. Frustrating and upsetting, I know. So I googled "getting over getting ghosted" and this article came up. I don't know the author or if they are generally good or what, BUT, this is pretty good advice I think, though it's about relationships I've summarized and bookified it below, or you can read the whole spiel at the link.

Realize that no response IS a response. (It's a sucky and disappointing response! But it's still a response.)

Reframe the ghosting: Try not to take it personally. (This truly is them being avoidant or dealing with some kind of crisis badly or whatever -- it's NOT ABOUT YOU or your book! And by the way... perhaps you dodged a bullet, actually, and you should be THANKING them in your head. They showed you a taste of what working with them might have been like!)

Avoid the temptation to generalize future [bookish] outcomes. (Just because this happened doesn't mean the next book won't sell or even that that book will never sell -- if you're passionate about it, then let it rest for awhile and then consider tackling a revision and starting from scratch with that one. Or, maybe you will return to it and realize, actually, your new work is even better. Who knows?)

Use mindfulness and self-compassion to heal. (Sure, why not? Don't be hard on yourself anyway - YOU didn't do anything wrong!)

Find people who love and accept you -- and/or, your book. (Your agent, your critique partners and friends, the wonderful new editors you are submitting to... Also, potentially, a therapist!)

Set boundaries. (You know this person is probably going to do this again when push comes to shove -- so maybe DON'T submit to them in the future or spend more mental energy on them. You are letting them live rent-free in your head and you need PAYING tenants in there!)

Understand emotional immaturity. (Hopefully, you have empathy and perspective, and you are an emotionally healthy adult who is a good communicator and knows how to have hard convos. You probably would never ghost. It's a shame that not everyone else is that way. Hopefully, this phantom is on their own growth journey and will be better in the future, but that's not up to you.)

MOVE ON. (Which is what you are doing now! Kudos!)

Good luck out there!

[ky-yk]

friday, i’m in love (kyr x f!reader)

genre: fluff || word count: 570 words

author’s note: yeri doesn’t get enough love also i don’t know how this sprung about but it did, hope y’all enjoy mwa mwa 🫶😼

beep!

you’d been knocked right out of your reverie. jolting up from looking down at your table full of scattered notes, you rushed out of your seat to peek through your curtains and see what the fuss was about, but at the back of your mind, you knew exactly who’d be honking out your window at 2 am.

kim yerim.

beep!

the second you got a glimpse of the world outside your bedroom, the second honk came. you rushed to move the curtains aside and pull the window open to poke your head out, eyes wide open, head shaking furiously while making the “cut it out” repeatedly.

“yah!” you’d whispered in a rush. “quit that, would you? my parents are asleep!”

“so is everyone else on this street, they’re not special,” she challenged you from where she stood hanging out of the driver’s side window.

“shh! what the hell do you want at this hour?” you let out exasperatedly. she let out a gasp.

god, she’s an insufferable idiot, you thought to yourself.

“did the y/n just swear? oh heavens no, this can’t be! not in her parents’ home, under the watchful eye of our lord and savior,” she said — wide expressions, animated bounces and waving arms; theatrics and all.

you chuckled, head dropping in fondness. yerim took a good look at you — how the soft, yellow glow of your lamp shone on from behind you, making you look ethereal. even with your glasses askew, the shower headband and low ponytail combo coupled with a fresh-faced, no make up look, she thought you’d never looked more beautiful. that’s my girl, she thought.

“take a picture, maybe. it’ll last longer,” you said to her in the quiet of the night.

but she’s my insufferable idiot.

“i’d rather live in the moment, n/n,” she replied without missing a beat. “besides, no picture could ever do you justice.”

“take a page out of seungwan’s book?”

“nope, all me,” she replied with a cheeky grin.

“why’re you here again?” you asked.

“i’m hungry,” she responded.

“you know the diner is like, right down the road, right?” you’d said with a chuckle.

“and leave you to study? on a friday night? never. come on! my treat.”

you shook your head and went back inside while closing the window and shutting the curtains. next thing yerim knew, the lights were off — not only in your bedroom but also in her eyes. trying to brush off the disappointment, she climbs back into her green, beat-down pick up truck, just about to start the ignition when she heard the unmistakeable sound of her passenger door opening.

“why the long face, yerm?” you pondered. “if treating me’s that bad then you know i have no problem pa—“ you couldn’t even finish your spiel because the next thing you knew, a certain brown-haired driver was pulling on your wrist to get you to face her, only to plant a soft and chaste kiss on your lips. even if it didn’t even last two seconds, it still left you dazed.

“what was that for?” you whispered after she pulled away, still feeling her proximity to you. she pulled back completely, facing the road and turning on the ignition. “no reason,” she replied easily before driving off.

I don't care if Monday's blue

Tuesday's grey and Wednesday too

Thursday, I don't care about you

It's Friday, I'm in love

#🐻 — ky writes #red velvet imagines #red velvet x reader #girl group imagines #kim yerim #red velvet yeri #yeri x reader #yeri

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ROTTMNT Movie: Why Cassandra’s absence unnecessarily hurt their characters and the Mother-Son narrative on several layers.

I’m gonna be really honest here, I do not understand why Cassandra had to be almost entirely cut out of the movie. Baron Draxum for example and other Rise exclusive characters being held back, because Nickelodeon wanted the movie to be as watchable even for Turtle fans not familiar with the changes Rise made? That I get.

But there is no reason to exclude Cassandra too, the same rules do not apply to her and Rise was very much aware of that and played it to their advantage in the show.

Because one of the main reasons why having introduced and keeping her for so long as nameless “Foot recruit”, only to drop the Casey Jones twist right at the end, worked as well as it did WAS because the narrative deliberately played with the fans assumption for her to be KARAI. They cleverly never denied it but also never pretended like she was, so when then in s2 we met the actual Rise Karai we kinda got the rug pulled from under our feet but at the same time.. not at all.

We assumed she’d be Karai, but in retrospective its easy enough to accept that this assumption was on US. Not every mayor foot clan female character automatically HAS to be Karai.

So we met the real Karai, which took down the first barrier for Cassandras reveal, and this opened up the opportunity later on when we hear her stating her name to go: “Huh, right. Why DID I expect for her to not have a legit name besides Foot recruit? Of course she would have a fucking name! And she’s been an absolute ball of chaos and stubbornness the ENTIRE time, her having been Rise Casey Jones the entire time actually checks out.. surprisingly well enough. Damn!”

The show had this entire narrative spiel, cleverly playing with the fans assumptions, to make it easier for everyone to accept and love this “new” female character. So literally, why the hell was she cut out of the movie? Just do the same thing on a smaller scale.

People who are unfamiliar with Rise and her identity would have once again automatically assumed she is Karai. Just do the name trick again and they’d been good to include her at least somewhat in the movie as long as she and Casey are kept apart until Casey drops the bomb in the end. She wouldn’t even have to be there for it either; play the ending the same as it happened in the movie we got, but INCLUDE HER in the plot. Even if it obviously cant be to a large extent, but still.

One moment I especially liked in the Movie was when Casey told the horrifying doomsday story he heard as a child. And while the moment of course also works on itsown, I like how there is a not at all far-fetched interpretation hidden here that it wasn’t actually a cultural thing to pass down the story of the event like THIS, since the story’s wording resemble Cassandra’s speech pattern ALOT:

Disclaimer: I’m not saying Cassandra deliberately traumatized her own son or that the concept of it is somehow funny. I am NOT.

So even if Cassandra had only been allowed to be part of a subplot, so she and her son Casey dont met for the end reveal, it actually would have been fine by me. I would have gotten the story reason behind it and that when Cassandra has the Rise show for herself its fine to give her son the bigger role in the movie while she has a subplot. Especially with one or two more scenes like the above so the viewers can connect even more details about him to them ACTIVELY having had a dynamic in the future. Then yeah, I’d be 100% cool and down with that.

But simply not with the way the final version of the movie went about it, no matter whose fault that is.

Cassandra is a major representing character of the Rise show, she should have been there. And you straight up had the most picture-perfect narrative deception with the is-she-Karai?-thing you already successfully pulled off in the show for a similar enough Casey Jones related reveal – just fucking do it again, please! What was the issue here??

There are even more narrative issues that her absence creates in my eyes regarding the existence of the male Casey Jones now. But not in the sense that I think he isnt supposed to exist, but in the sense that so. much. narrative disconnection between them right now was most likely not EVER supposed to be created. It even had the potential to literally fix almost everything from my perspective :/

So let me talk about boy-Casey and his role in the movie for a sec.

(Oh, but first: His design is damn GREAT! This crew knows how to (re)design these characters <3)

Casey himself in the movie as a character has honestly nothing for me to criticize on. The only thing I would normally bring up regarding his personality here is the fact that this version of Casey has lost most of his usual edge and spunk, which he is normally characterized with in the TMNT franchise. But truth be told, its not that big of a deal.

Casey Jones serves very well as the new self-insert character the viewer can hold onto and explore the journey with. He is mostly the straight-man deuteragonist paired up with Leo as one of the two main vehicles of the narrative (the first two characters we see in the movie), so Leo doesn’t have to give up his flawed Rise-personality as the main character now in the movie so HIS plot and character arc works. This is very well done, and for all it is its nice that they decided to go with a character Turtle fans are already familiar with but also one who hasn’t been part if this shows universe.. in the form we see him here (more on that in a bit).

This is actually a great choice being made here, because it simply means the crew once again KNEW that by using a well known character of this franchises long history they can use a trick to 1) save important time they would have otherwise needed to “waste” on introducing us to an unnecessarily completely new character for this movie; and 2) they also wouldn’t have to give an already well-established Rise character the straight-man treatment out of the sudden, which would have stripped them off their personality just for Leo’s sake.

Look, this Casey is nothing too special character wise. That isn’t actual criticism or character bashing, that’s his role as a narrative tool. His purpose is to be kinda…well.. bland and generic so the actual Rise characters don’t have to be. Although, wait. I want to point out one moment!

First time watching this movie in English (I normally watch it for the most part in German, my native language. Awesome Dub) I LEGIT lost my shit at how fucking DISGUSTED Casey sounded for this line. Its so brutal and I love it. This scene in general gave Casey a lot of needed edge even as the straight-man. But DUDE. I did NOT expect him to just verbally murder Leonardo right here. A+ voice acting. Haley Joel Osment, Sir, chapeau. xD

I like the cleverness in how the writers used boy Casey Jones’ character with and I honestly came around to respect it a lot more than I initially expected. He does not really have alot of the core character traits that the Casey Jones character normally is characterized with (just enough to get by), but theoretically speaking these specific circumstances totally would have allowed to just give this exception a free pass.

Its fine.

But

This is unfortunately where we come back to Cassandra Jones. Because fact is: Cassandra is a well established character in the Rise universe, she WAS officially stated to be this shows version of Casey Jones and she was even acknowledged, by her SON Casey, while the movie shows pictures of her showing off her personality.

And it is this acknowledgment of her, ESPECIALLY when you take her personality into concideration (which the movie DID through the following photos), that I have a gripe with.

Because buddy, that right HERE was the fucking solution to new boy-Casey Jones having to sacrifice most of his usual brunt personality traits for the narratives sake. His MOTHER, Cassandra Jones: This universes actual version of Casey; was running around showing off the exact character traits her son COULDN’T HAVE: Brash, chaotic, rude, loud and impulsive.

If BOTH had been characters in the movie they would have filled in the narrative “shortcommings” for the each other (you know how I mean this), creating a perfectly round Jones picture. THIS is allowed in story telling - even encouraged when done properly, to naturally expand a character’s identity or family. And the way it could have had been executed in the movie through this mother-son pair I would have applauded with a standing ovation for at least a solid month.

NOT having Cassandra in the movie was a WASTE on more than one mere level.

So I’m asking AGAIN: What excuse is there for Cassandra to not be included? Because in my eyes it gets harder and harder to find any other reason for Cass’ exclusion than higher up executives simply demanding it out of sexist reasons.

Rise’s Mother-and-Son-Jones pair literally would have had created a honestly remarkably well executed BRIDGE to expand the Casey Jones character in a way that would have 1) taken care of the criticisms Cassandra’s character reveal has received, and 2) created a solid opportunity through an ON SCREEN STORY with both of these Casey’s here, that would have increased the chances of Cassandra’s character being taken over to future TMNT incarnations.

Because Rise would (and to be fair, DID, but only to lesser degrees now) established her as a flexible JONES character that can be both: CASEY Jones and CASSANDRA Jones; his mother who has her own personality, function and PLACE in the TMNT story: The Foot Clan.

This wasnt just GOOD for her character, that was fucking brilliant!

I truly understand that there are Cassandra fans who are justifiably upset that this movie took away the ballsy milestone of insisting that “No, the Rise Casey Jones is this unique and very different FEMALE character.” The movie indeed caused damage here as one can VERY clearly see in the rottmnt tags. Cassandra has been replaced as the Rise Casey for the standard one for ALOT of fans (not even necessarily with malicious intentions) and certainly the fact that she has not been part of the movie AT ALL “in person” made this divide much bigger than it ever should have become. I mean, damn, quite alot of people dont even includer her in the picture of his present FAMILY. Thats his MOTHER and the teams friend!

Cassandra fans are allowed to be pissed about that. And before the movie aired, I definitely was one of them who didnt wanted the classic Casey there at all. 

But now looking at the narrative puzzle pieces I have in front of me? I did change my mind, because I will be real – Yes, I make a lot of theorise and I like analysing and figuring out narrative/plot potential but the Cassandra & Casey stuff in Rise just checks out WAY too well for me. Looking at it on a broader scale I don’t want to give my train of thought here unnecessary discredit by only making it into a complaint.

The Rise show has proven time and time again that they truly LOVE this franchise and these characters, and that they DO know what they are doing. They are unfortunately often held back by instructions they have been given by their higher ups. As convenient of an excuse as that may sound like…buddy, that’s how it is. You think creators have free reign??

For me personally, THIS is how I see and accept the Cassandra-Casey situation in Rise. As a genuine (and honestly clever as fuck) attempt from the creators to not only massively expand the Casey Jones character into completely new directions for the future - because let me make one thing clear: if there has always been ONE major character in the franchise, who has the most potential in the way they COULD be used through their loose-footing in the TMNT’s core story and cast, ITS CASEY JONES -

It was also one HELL of a risk being taken to play the long-game and basically manipulate your audience TWICE using their expectations regarding her, to be able to open the door for Casey in future instalments to also have Cassandra as a rounded and liked MOTHER character. A character who can even come back unrelated to the male Casey Jones character or AS Casey Jones herself.

I can fuck with that in respect.

(Gosh, look at them, this is so GOOD! I’m so damn mad about this, dont touch me)

I only wished that Cassandra could have had properly been IN the Rise movie to really cement her as a this flexible character option for the future. Because unfortunately it IS quite an important factor to SEE and FEEL Cassandra and Casey at least SOMEWHAT together on the story screen. To properly make that narrative connection as a viewer so the story possibilities, implications, differences but most importantly CONNECTIONS of the two character variations can actually be truly TAKEN IN.

For all it is right now, these ARE open doors future incarnations can use however they want.. but its more on PAPER/ in the subtext than straight up explored on screen for the fans to connect and get attached to for real (I mean I did get attached as hell to their potential Mother-Son dynamic, but I’m well aware the way I consume media doesnt exactly represent the general masses lol)

I hope with all of my heart that Rise gets a season 3 because of this movie just for Cassandras sake alone. I WANT that Rise gets the necessary chance to properly use Cassandra as both: the Casey Jones character (since she IS still stated to be the official Rise Casey) AND as her own character Cassandra Jones, boy Casey’s mother who was originally part of the Foot Clan.

Make her the best of both worlds, even if it costed Rise the milestone of having a straight up exclusively female Casey Jones. The long-term possibilities for Cassandra to have higher chances of RETURNING in other incarnations- so for her character to survive longer than just being in Rise- are just too damn good to pass on. THIS I can fucking respect.

But FUCK whoever forbit the crew to include Cassandra in the Rise movie when there where SO MANY (even just straight up LOGICAL narrative/plot) reasons for her to be there.

I refuse to believe that this is a coincidence. That the one time Casey Jones is used as a straight-man character who lacks his signature roughness it just so happens to be in the one version where a second (already established) Casey Jones (the creators had to fight for) is running around. Who HAS the exact personality traits he was stripped off and who happens to be his MOTHER who can surprisingly still very much stand alone as her OWN character even WITH her son around…

I’m not buying this bullshit. There was one hell of a long-term plan here by the crew and some asshole in power said “no”.

And THIS I’m criticizing. Not Cassandra. Not Casey.

THIS bullshit.

#Rottmnt #Rottmnt spoilers #Rottmnt movie #cassandra jones #casey jones #Rise Casey Jones #Rise Casey Jones II #Rottmnt movie criticism #Rottmnt meta analysis #I normally don't really participate in this fandom but this made me legit upset #So I'll just throw it out there and hope I won't get torn apart by a Fandom dynamic im not familiar with :| #Cassandra Jones deserved better #And her son Casey didn't deserve to have his mom almost entirely written out of the movie when she has like 90% of his regular personality!