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crookedkryptonitebeliever · 3 months

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It was only supposed to be a one night stand part 6

Tw: yandere stuff, fat shaming from this idiot man here (not towards reader)

Part 7

You won't believe your boss granted you a one-month leave. Well, actually you can. Since you rarely take days off, work is a distraction for you.

When you told Montgomery this, he held you tightly in his arms and sang praises. He's extremely grateful for this and he made it very clear by booking a reservation at a restaurant that is absolutely above his pay grade. Fortunately, though, you managed to convince him to cancel the reservation and stay home instead.

He set up a romantic candle-lit dinner on the dining table, and of course the main dish is some random pricey takeaway. You wondered how the candles haven't tripped the fire alarm yet, only to see that Montgomery replaced its batteries when the dinner is over.

You had a headache when he told you where his hometown is. You don't know if his shitbox can handle a whooping 20-hour drive from your city to his place. You asked why he didn't pick a city closer to home to work in, you're puzzled why he decided to come all the way up here.

"I did. The folks there were mean, so I moved. Thinkin', maybe they're nicer up north." He sighed. "I came to realize that they ain't getting friendlier the further I git. I was dirt poor and stuck in a rut."

He cupped your cheek and gave you a kiss on the forehead. "I'm glad I met ya', honey bunch. You saved my life." Montgomery whispered as he pulled you into a loving hug.

That piece of information he revealed made you wonder how many times he moved. It definitely showed that he's resilient and stubborn... and thin skinned.

However, it was impressive how he managed to shun his natural accent and pick up another one so well. You would have never guessed he was from the South, but now you're completely sure he is. That's probably why he was quiet in the beginning. Sometimes it was hard to understand what he was saying because of his drawls and ways of pronouncing certain words, but it's charming nonetheless.

You think that he's getting bolder because he's gradually feeling secure in his place in your life. Too bold, in fact. You think he's possessive now, he doesn't like you having lunches with your coworkers. To the point that he would go up to them and act nice-nasty, he wouldn't outright tell them to leave you alone or act hostile, he would still put on a darling smile. However, your coworkers would still feel attacked and guilted, but he's so... nice! They can't just accuse him of such things, it's probably a Southern thing.

"Nice of y'all to bring my sweetheart to lunch. Now, what am I gonna do with all these since my darlin' is fed without me? Oh, by the way, I see that y'all are lookin' a lot healthier. Don't get too healthy now, too much of a good thing is a bad thing."

Maybe the fact that he's outright calling them fat in a mean-spirited way flew past your head, maybe it didn't. But it definitely landed on theirs.

Montgomery throwing these types of discrete insults would eventually drive your coworkers away, they stopped bringing you with them, not wanting to face your boyfriend's sassiness afterward.

There were times that you would want to surprise him by visiting his worksite. He would be pleasantly surprised every time, but he isn't usually aware of what he has on him when he would come barreling towards you, picking you up, and giving you a bone-crushing hug. You stopped coming to him eventually because you kept going back to work covered in mud, dust, paint, or a combination of the three.

He keeps you away from his peers, who only give you and him amused smiles. Some of them would come up and tease him, congratulating him for getting out of his shell. You asked them what they meant, as this is a good opportunity to know more about Montgomery. They said that he's extremely shy and would hide in his car during lunch, he works hard and is engrossed in his own job. The first time where he got distracted was when he laid eyes on you, which shook them to the core because he was perceived as a reclusive enigma.

Montgomery would look away and not participate in the conversation, feeling moody because he couldn't have your undivided attention. He goes back to his usual romantic self when his coworkers leave him alone.

The date to leave for his hometown is fast approaching. The two of you wrote up a detailed itinerary, well, mostly you. Because he's used to sleeping in his cramped car and using public bathrooms, he completely forgot that not everyone is comfortable with that.

You're sitting on his lap, and a laptop on your, well... lap. Montgomery rests his head on your shoulder, his arms hold you to him tightly as you ask him if he agrees with the choice of motels.

"I'm fine with anythin' you choose, darlin'. He sleepily mumbled, clearly bored. "Ain't no price too high for my baby." He closed his eyes, tired after working a full day with power tools and materials that are quadruple his body weight.

The only sound in the living room is your keyboard clicks. It's pitch dark and the only light source is the screen.

Montgomery began to snore.

You turned your head to look at him, he's definitely out cold. But his grip on you is unwavering.

You stretched your hand to reach for his credit card on the coffee table.

Your eyes flitting between the numbers on his valuable piece of plastic and the computer screen as you typed the necessary details in.

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere oc #yandere male #yandere concept #tw yandere #yandere x you #yandere oc x reader #male yandere oc x reader #oc Montgomery

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allthewhumpygoodness · 11 months

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It's B who's always been the party animal, not A. But they're friends, and B has way more other friends than A does, so where they go, A goes too.

"It'll be good for you," B told them before they set off, throwing an arm around their shoulders. "You need more friends who aren't me."

Maybe, grudgingly, A would agree. Still, they have no desire to spend their night in a stuffy apartment full of drunk people they've never met, either bored out of their mind or anxious out of their skin, depending.

But they're B's friend, so for the first twenty minutes of the party that's exactly what they do.

And for a while, it isn't too bad. The party isn't crazy loud - nobody's smashing windows or dancing on the kitchen table or getting into fistfights - but it's still too much for A to comfortably join in. They spend most of it quietly petting B's cat in the corner, bottled water in hand, giving quick smiles and at most a few words of greeting to whoever notices them. Just-enough smiles, 'I'm-not-a-creep-I-just-have-no-idea-how-to-talk-to-people' smiles. Most people don't talk to them at all, though, so there's no reason for anything more.

After a couple hours, in which A has slowly pried themselves from the corner and the cat and gets used to hovering near the closest snack table, things start getting hazy. The lights in the room are blurring a little, the outlines of people and objects smudging in between blinks - they've never needed glasses before, but this is what they'd imagine it feels like. If they'd been drinking anything other than their own bottled water, they would've worried somebody spiked their drink. They feel weird, and disoriented, and bad.

Worse, whatever this feeling is, it's come on too quickly for them to notice it happening.

After some time they find themselves seated back on the couch, though the cat is now nowhere in sight. Sounds are too loud, even the dim light is too bright, and above all they feel somehow removed from the rest of the room, floating somewhere far away with no roots in the world they're seeing. And they're sniffling. When did their nose start running?

Disjointed as they are, it takes them much too long a moment to realize someone is talking to them.

They turn their head slowly, alarmed at how dizzy it makes them. A face hovers close to theirs, eyebrows raised and expression questioning. They have to blink hard to make the features come into focus.

"I haven't seen much of you tonight," says this new person, a small smile playing on their lips. Flirtatious almost, it clicks into A's fuzzy brain.

"Oh," is all they can say.

"I don't think we've met."

A shakes their head, trying to clear it. "I'm A," they say.

They struggle to remember if they've ever spoken to this person before, but their brain seems to be blocked, leaving them unable to speak let alone think. "You're not B", they say eventually --realizing a second later what a stupid sounding thing to say that is.

But the figure next to them laughs. "Took you long enough to notice. I'm C. Have you had one too many?"

A swallows, their throat tight and scratchy. "I don't drink."

"Okay, I believe you," says C, sounding like they don't believe it at all. "Are you a friend of B's? We've been friends for ages, I'm surprised I've never met you before."

Whenever C moves, it's like a fuzzy halo of light around them shifts a moment after, following just a little too far behind. Their face is bright; it kind of hurts to look at them and it's kind of mesmerizing and A isn't sure what to do.

"Hey, A? Are you with me?"

A blinks, suddenly extraordinarily tired. The face in front of them is swaying and blurring and looks so very wrong...

"I'm fine," they mutter. "Just pretty tired. Long day."

C gives what looks like a sympathetic smile, but their eyebrows form a slight crease. "Are you ok? You're sweating."

"Am I?" They feel chilled if anything, damp and clammy.

With a slight smirk, C folds part of their sleeve over their hand and brushes the fabric across A's forehead. The sleeve melts into their skin. "There," they say, "all better."

But even as the words leave their mouth, their expression changes from playful to concerned, a frown sprouting up. To A's surprise, their hand stays where it was, resting on their temple, then flips over so their knuckles brush the skin on their forehead ever so gently. A can't stop looking at them, the outline of their face is glowing...

"Oh," they say softly, "you've got a fever."

It takes a second for them to process what's being said, because they feel like they're standing halfway inside a weird world where the edges of things melt together and voices are too long and minutes are too tall and surfaces sparkle like dew...and even when they do they have to shake their head, fighting to clear it first. "I...do I?" Does it matter?

There's a soft pressure on their face as C keeps their hand in place. "You feel like you do...why haven't you told anyone you're sick?"

"I'm - not - "

It's like they're looking at a photograph with the contrast turned way up - shadows are so dark they can hardly see the corners of the room anymore, and the lights are blinding. They try shaking their head again, but everything swoops around them like a rocking ship. Is that the earth turning?

C taps them on the shoulder, and then they're standing up and towering over A. "B has a guest room somewhere. Let's go find it, shall we?"

Before they know it they're being pulled to their feet, swaying as the ground swoops out from under them, and gripping the nearest steady thing - which turns out to be C's shoulder. They hadn't realized just how badly off they were until now, only upon standing to they feel how weak and wobbly their knees are, or how badly their back and legs and head ache, how heavy they feel.

They cling to C. The party blends and melts around them; shapes crumbling into one another, sounds too muffled and twisted to make out. It makes A so dizzy they're almost sick to their stomach, struggling to focus on anything that isn't moving.

As it turns out, that one steady thing is C's shoulder.

The rest of the journey is a blur, but the next thing they know they're somewhere much quieter and darker, and a pair of hands is guiding them to lie down on something soft, drawing a warm cover over them.

It takes their brain a moment to catch up. "Whose bed is this?" they mumble once it does.

"It's a guest room," says C's voice from somewhere close by. "B won't mind. I'll check with them later, but I'm sure it'll be fine."

To their horror, A feels tears prickle at the corners of their eyes. Even lying down in the warmth and the dark, they feel so miserable. "B doesn't care about me," they say. They aren't sure where this is coming from, but once it's out, it's out. "They - they left me. I haven't seen them all night. They don't want me here..."

C makes a soft, sympathetic sound. When A opens their eyes again they're sitting near them, one hand gently on their shoulder. "I'm sure B still cares a lot about you, they're just caught up with things right now. Once I tell them you're sick they'll be all over you trying to help, you just wait."

A sniffs. They can't deny C's good at sounding reassuring. "Everything hurts."

"I know. I'm sorry. I wonder what you've caught...if it came on so quickly it could be the flu...why don't I get you some water and a couple painkillers, that should help - "

"Wait, C -" A tries to sit up but right away collapse again in a cold sweat, head swimming. Their fingers find C's sleeve and grip it. "Please don't go yet. Just...just one more minute."

It feels like an hour that C pauses for, not moving. But then they sit down on the edge of the bed, one hand tentatively reaching up to stroke A's hair. "Okay. One more minute."

The shadows are still too dark, oppressive and threatening, while the light from the little lamp C turned on hurts their already sore eyes. But C's hand is gentle and soft, maybe cool and maybe warm but either way it's soothing on their skin.

A hardly knows them - at all - but curling up closer to that kind hand is easy. It's natural. So that's just what A does.

#whump #e's whump writing #sickfic whump #PHEW it' done

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alice-angel12x · 7 months

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Who Famed Y/n Darling Chapter.1

(Welcome Home Au) Masterlist Here

"Don't fly to High Y/n! Your Wings still need time to grow!" Mother called out to me, just below me.

My tiny wings flapped as hard as they could, I wanted to reach the clouds like the rest of my older siblings. My mother was flying just beneath me, ready to catch me if I were to fall.

Suddenly, my feathers started to fall off me as I began to plummet to the earth. The sky was suddenly getting farther and farther away, as my mother's voice cried out for me in horror.

But when I hit the ground I'm suddenly older, in a dark grim place. Cages were everywhere as horrible laughs and screams could be heard. A dark figure looms over me as his red-tinted glasses gleam down at me. Ink and paint dribbled down my back from where My... Wings were once attached.

The figure was about to grab my face when suddenly, a loud ringing filled my ears.

Chapter 1

Y/n Gasps awake as their sheets go flying off them. Y/n quickly looked around, only to quickly notice that they were safe in their bedroom. Their Alarm clock blared and shook the nightstand. With a quick slap, the clock shuts up and falls to the ground.

"OW! The Day Just Started What's Got You So Upset?!" The clock growled.

"Sorry, sorry. Nightmare again," Y/n apologized as they rolled out of bed.

"Again," The sentient clock sighed. "Just because you had a bad dream, doesn't mean you take it out on me."

"Sorry Cogsmith," Y/n said as they gently placed the clock back on the nightstand.

"Maybe you should see a therapist," Cogsmith suggested.

The two sat in silence for a bit and eventually broke out into loud laughter. Cogsmith even wiped a tear away with his tiny metal arm.

"Haha, therapy for Toons. Sadly not likely. Too expensive for an average toon," Y/n sighed.

"Yeah, and those snooty humans want nothing with us other than laugh," Cogsmith scoffed. "Oh and speaking of laughs. If you don't book it in 5 minutes you are going to be late at the studio."

Y/n's eyes popped open wide as they let out a gasp as they began to zip around the house. Only Y/n's after images of the toon could be seen as the food was rapidly eaten, PJ's being tossed off, and day clothes slapped on. Y/n quickly tried to bush out morning breath as they ran out the door.

"Don't forget your work Papers! You'll be stopped at the gate without them!!" Cogsmith shouted as the tiny clock toon held up a large envelope of papers.

Y/n's arm stretched through the crack of the door and quickly yanked the papers out of the clock's hands. The toon dashed down to the sidewalk and quickly hopped into the seats of their invisible car.

"BBRRR!!" Y/n sounded as it powered the car to dash down the road.

As Y/n drove down the empty road, a distant engine behind them. Tilting the nonexistent rear-view mirror, and gasped to see who it was. But before Y/n could react the chaser rammed their nonexistent car into theirs.

"Alex! Stop it, that's reckless driving!!" Y/n shouted at Alex as they stabilized their "car".

"Not without a car it's not, My dear Rival!" Alex shouted as he rammed his "car" again. "Today's the day Y/n Scout that I put an End to You!"

"You say that every time and it's never going to happen!" Y/n shouted as they sped ahead. " And I don't have time for you today, I'm running late!"

"Well, Even more reason to chase you down," Alex smirked as he suddenly changed direction, and took a sharp right turn.

Y/n sighed in relief as they saw Alex suddenly drive off somewhere else. But that relief did not last long as Y/n saw the upcoming interesting, and Alex zooming down to the interesting lane, planning to crash into them.

Y/n gritted their teeth and stepped on the gas! Alex smirked as he also stepped on the gas, ready to crash into Y/n. Yet just as Y/n was about to reach the intersection, Y/n slammed on the brakes. Causing Alex to zoom past and crash into a pole. Knocking him unconscious..

Y/n sighs in relief as they drive past and toward Toon City. Yet as they got closer to the Toon city, they were stopped by a giant car pile in the middle of the street. Y/n groaned in frustration at the chaos. Toons were just running around nonsensically and not fixing the problem.

With a sigh, Y/n quickly put the car in reverse, to take a left to try to cut through Anime City. One of the few larger and first-class urban cities in Toon town. Thankfully no crazy car crash pile there, so Y/n was able to pass through without trouble. But of course, the only transport Gate was blocked by protesters. Toon protestors who were protesting against humans turning their movies/ shows into Live-action.

So Y/n slowly and carefully drove forward hoping the toons would just move aside. The Gate security around the gate started to push the crowd out of the way so other toons could get throuth

"Humans are trying to replace us!" "We Won't Let Them!" they chanted as Y/n finally made it to the gate.

The Human Gate officer sat in his booth with a tired and bored expression as Y/n pulled up. The Booth was on their right, and ahead of them was a heavy red stage curtain that blocked the tunnel.

"Work papers and proof of invitation," The officer said robotically.y.

Y/n quickly handed over their document, as the officer did the standard procedure. With a loud stamp, he looks at Y/n with a critical look.

"Be back before midnight, and don't cause trouble, Toon," The officer warned.

" I never do," Y/n smiled.

With a huff, the guard pulled back the curtains. reaveling a seemingly endless void. Y/n zoomed into the darkness as the light from behind vanished, causing the end of the tunnel to suddenly appear in sight. Suddenly they were spat out of the tunnel and onto the road towards Applewood City.

It was bustling with humans and puppets as Y/n zoomed past. But came to a screeching halt just a few inches away from a small raccoon toon.

"Rachy? What are you doing out here? I thought you were under toon arrest," Y/n asked with slight shock. "You should be in toon town."

"I do what I want! Not Even Doom can stop me!" Rachy shouted as he ran off, disappearing into the crowd.

Soon a few toon police zoomed past to chase after the small Racoon. With a small chuckle, they looked back at the traffic light, waiting for the green. When they felt like someone was looking at them intensely. Y/n looked over to their left to see a sedan in the back seat. A yellow puppet with a blue pompadour was staring at them with a befuddled expression.

Toons and Puppets don't usually run in the same circles. So this was probably this puppet's first time ever seeing a toon. 'Why is this... person? floating, and so weirdly,' the puppet thought to himself.

Y/n smiled softly and gave a friendly wave. "It's a lowrider. Pretty cool huh?" They said with confidence.

The puppet just rolled up their window in response and looked elsewhere. With a sigh, Y/n turned back to the road and drove off down the road.

"What was that?" The puppet asked.

"A Toon, weird little creature," The chauffeur said simply.

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Y/n zoomed through the streets and crashed into the toon Parking lot. A few seconds before they could be considered late.

"WOOW! Made it!" Y/n cheered as they jumped out of their "car" in victory. As it...Blew up behind him.

The Toon janitor, who was slightly caught in the explosion, sighed in annoyance.

"Sorry Mark," Y/n smiled nervously as they quickly ran off. But Mark simply fainted as Y/n ran off.

Y/n rushed through the studio to get their costume on as the crew ran about to prepare the recording.

"You're pulling it really close, Scout," The makeup artist said as she bobbed Y/n in the face with a cartoonishly large makeup pad.

Y/n tummbled back with a loud sneeze, and into a costume chest. The Artist quickly closed the trunk with Y/n inside and shook the chest like a shaker. When satisfied they tossed open the chest as Y/n flew out. Fully dressed in costume, they roll and stumble to a stand as they comb their hair back.

"You're always so gentle with me, ms. Darthy," Y/n smiled sheepishly.

"Don't be cheeky. Know hurry up and get on set!" They shouted.

#welcome home au #welcome home wally #wallydarling #wally x reader #wally darling x y/n #who framed roger rabbit Au #Who framed Y/n Darling Au #Welcome home wally darling #diva wally #wally actor au

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sugarsfics · 1 year

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Hiiii @edwrite-munson here! Could you do ‘wearing each others clothes’ from 30days for Eddie? They wear his t shirt or jacket/battle vest and he wears maybe a hoodie or accessories of theirs?! It’s one of the cutest tropes and I’d esp love to see hellfire reactions to it!!! 🖤🖤 tysm!

Wearing Each Other’s Clothes

Summary: When hiding your relation from your brother a mix up happens.

Trope: Eddie x Henderson!Reader; Established relationship

A/N: HIII @edwrite-munson I hope this is what you hope for if you would like me to re do it please let me know <3

Warning: Cussing, fluff, kissing,use of y/n

Word count: 1.3k

30 Day Challenge: Day 10 Send requests <3

Eddie sneaked into your room once again last night he claimed that it was because he heater wasn’t working but he just wanted to be with you, and it was really cold in the trailer. He loved watching you do you night routine, he loved the way you smelled after a shower, he loved hopping into those showers, he loved being with you. His favorite though was sleeping next to you, being tangled up, having you scent all around him, that was the main reason he comes at night, he would never tell you but you knew. You were awoken by your little brother banging on the down “Y/N ARE YOU UP WE ARE GOING TO BE LATE” SHIT “Yea be right down” you shake Eddie “Eddie up up” “Mhm” “I’m sorry I forgot to put on my alarm and we are going to be late” he got up a put on his clothes he opened the window to sneak back out “Shit it is cold” he said Here you handed him a sweater “This should keep you warm” his stared at you with a love sick smile “Y/N!!” “Go Go” you whispered pushing him out. When you saw Eddie run off to his van you opened the door and ran to the living room “Geesh Dusty with all that screaming you should join the cheer squad” “Whatever lets go- where did you get that shirt” you looked down at your shirt a black Iron Maiden shirt it was Eddie’s “Oh I always loved them duh” “Since when” “Uh that doesn’t matter right now we are going to be late” you turned around to change your shirt but Dustin grabbed your hair “No we are late” Shit you are wearing Eddie’s shirt. Wait what shirt is he wearing.

Eddie didn’t want to drive all the way back to his place then back when he as to pass the school anyway so might as well be there on time, so he didn’t have time to change. He walked up to Garth and Jeff “My minions nice too see you so early in the morning” “Holy shit your here early” “Yea you know what they say you have to break the loop” Gareth looked Eddie up and down “New jacket” he asked “Oh” he looked at himself “Yea kinda I um found it in the back on my closet” “Whats this” Gareth went to Eddie’s, well your, jacket pocket and pulled out a necklace and a bright yellow scrunchie. “So these are yours too?” he questioned “Yea they are” they both looked at him “It is a pretty cool looking necklace alright and my hair get in my face and this was the cheapest thing at the moment so” “Whatever you say man” he saw you out the corner of his eye and smirked. He put on your necklace, he bought you it on your second date one of his favorite memories with you. You were wearing your jacket, but the zipper was broken, so you had to cover up your, Eddie shirt. You looked at Eddie and saw he was with his friends. You wanted to tell him about the shirt mix up because you weren’t sure it he knew or changed. But you couldn’t just walk up to him because no one knows about you two.

You met Eddie through Dustin, of course everyone knew of Eddie “The Freak” Munson but you never talked to him before Dustin. Seven grade wasn’t your year, too much family drama happened it effected your mental health and school so you were held back. It was your Senior year you were 19, your little brother was a freshman your mom had work so you had two pick him up from his new club Dustin introduce you to Eddie then remembered he left his dice, that left you too together, then the more you pick up Dustin the more you talked then he asked you out. You both had different reasons for wanting to keep your relationship a secret, you didn't want to upset Dustin, Eddie didn't want you to get hurt for being the "freaks" girlfriend. Also the thrill of sneaking around was fun.

You quickly torn out a piece of paper and wrote down a note, Eddie was on the outside of his friends so you quickly walked by him placing the note in his open hand, he grabbed it before it could fall and shoved it in his, your, pocket. When he sat down in class he opened it, “Meet me at our spot passing period urgent” his body ran cold urgent that could mean anything he was worried the whole period Did your mom see him? Did Dustin see him? You still love him right? When the bell rang he ran to your spot and he never ran. You beat him to the spot seeing a out of breath Eddie was a sight “What” *breath* “Happened” *breath* You opened you jacket to show your shirt, his shirt, “Aw babe” “No aw babe what shirt are you wearing” “My iron maiden one- oh" he pulled up the sweater and bright blue appeared “How did you grab a bright blue shirt compared to your black one” “I don’t know I was scared that Dustin was going to bust the door down- here changed back-” ring “There goes the warning bell we have to get to class if we want to graduate also Dustin already saw me in the shirt and I am not changing out in the open” “Yea I wouldn’t want any one to see your tits so” “Eddie- let just get to class”

Eddie’s second period class was like a sauna he was about to take of the jacket then he remembered he is wearing your shirt, also you are wearing his and that gave him a oegy gooey feeling. He put his hands in your pockets, found the scrunchie and put his hair in a bun. Lunch time role around he was sweating his ass off. He got to his table and sat in his spot “Fuck is anyone else hot” “You are wearing a sweater take it off” he forgot and took it off. You saw it from across the room Eddie wearing your bright yellow scrunchie in his hair, he looked so cute, then he was grabbing the bottom of your jacket. NOO He took it off. The boys looked at him “What” “What are you wearing” shit “Um-” “Hey my sister as a shirt just like that…crazy she is wearing an Iron Maiden shirt that looked just like the one your wore yesterday ” Dustin’s voice got lower the more he realized “You are wearing her necklace and her hair tie and shirt and she” he looked at him. “Are you dating my sister” “Dustin” “Yes or no” “Yes I’m sorry buddy-“ “Yay it worked” “What worked” you asked slowly walking to the table “Oh my plan” “Plan?” You and Eddie said together “Yea the plan to get you too together do you really think I forgot my dice every time” “Why me though” Eddie asked “I thought you would be a amazing brother in law so I already tried with Steve but that didn’t work out” “I don’t even want to know” Eddie said “So you going to sit here now” Eddie asked you “Sure but there are no seats” “I got one right here” he said patting his lap “Oh please no PDA” Dustin said “Oh like this you said” kissing Eddie “Stop my eyes” “You wanted this remember” “Just do it on your own time” “Oh we do how to you think the shirt mix up happened” Eddie said “Gross” The rest of Hellfire stared “Eddie as a girlfriend” "Yea keep up with the program" Eddie told him

Dustin started regretting his plan after lunch.

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little-nugget-writes-stufff · 1 year

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(No original idea, (like the idea of the characters having control over your phone)

What if the people (playable characters) had acces to our phone?

U got games on ya phone? Those are not yours anymore the kids and itto have claimed them as theirs

-klee is probably playing angry birds or sum-

Oh wait HOLD TF UP YOU DONT WANNA GET OUT OF BED?? ye paimon is turning on the alarm sound (wich not suprisingly is her voice. But you had different lines no? Did someone change it?)

"GET UP YOU...

Ehm traveler do you think i can call them a nickname?

-aether shakes his head-

"JUST GET UP ALREADYYYYY"

A presentation is suddenly done without you doing it? How strange. Must be ganyu? Ye

"oh their grace has an economy presentation? Well maybe it would take some stress off their back, im sure they still have plenty of other work to do"

Most of the smart people (albedo tighnari etc) use it for their research. I mean they can learn so many things (if you spoke another language i think a lot of them would try to learn it)

"oh so these are flowers from their world? Hm interesting i wonder what these plants can do, maybe when their grace is here i could ask them"

Suddenly new playlists have been popping up. Wondering who did it? Well the culprits are probably venti and xinyan taking the oppertunity to listen to your worlds music.

Suddenly venti is playing soldier poet king on his lyre

Also random pictures? Of the MOST random things in tevyat.

"Oh wait why tf do i have a picture of an anemo slime? Wait i did not take this? Eh whatever i probably just forgot"

Ah what is this, the things you liked on Tumblr? Yae Miko now is in charge of that (Poor you) +bonus if you write yourself)

Oh? So this is what their grace likes to read huh?

Would probably also make light novels inspired by the things you read

Would keep the things you read a secret tho for teasing inspiration ofcourse

When you finaly fall asleep (lets say the phone lays next to you) some will just go up to the screen and say goodnight (like their in the screen)

(favorite character) goodnight your grace..

Or when someone in your class is making fun of you and you speak up THEY WILL FCKING CHEER FOR YOU (ofcourse you dont hear this bc of the class being loud asf (i have childe in mind haha)

-all the yelling between you and this person-

YESSSS GET THEM YOUR GRACE

Oh you should see the pride on his face

On the other hand when they hear you cry they will fcking panic. I mean they really wanna help you but they cant because of the barrier in between

"WHY CANT WE CHEER UP THEIR GRACE?! THEY SHOULDNT WASTE THEIR TEARS"

"as far as we understand your concerns but we will have to wait until the time is right"

Ye there is utter chaos between the people

When you have to make school work online its randomly made for you? Huh i guess dottore wanted to see what you always have to do

"oh wait i think i still had some chemistry homework"

-sees the work all done-

"Wtf, i didn't make it before? Eh maybe someone else made mine on accident. Well too bad for them"

Also lets not talk about the random number that randomly texts you haha (PLEASE YOU DONT GET IT WHY DO THEY KEEP SAYING "your grace")

They have all sort of agreed to not tell you that they have access to this... Weird Artifact, until your finaly in tevyat.

Please dont be mad at them once they do, they put in so much effort.

I dont understand yall anymore so here, have this. The things i expect to do wel do absolutely not and just random drabbles get so much likes, like what?

Anyways have a nice day/night :D

#sagau headcanons #genshin sagau #sagau cult au #genshin impact

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soxcietyy · 1 year

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Egyptian

Hawks x reader

Very old…pharaoh hawks au.

You sat in a rolling chair with a black pen in your mouth as you analyzed a script. It was about the one of the best soldiers of Egypt back in the 3100 BCE. But you've been stuck on it for days. You where a archaeologists who was in the look for answers about a great soldier and Anubis who was a Egyptian god. Anubis was worshipped as the god of the dead but when Osiris took on this role, Anubis became the god of mummification. The only odd thing about this though was that there was only one story told about them and it was how they met.

Keigo Takami one of the greatest soldiers alive at that time was known for his fierce red wings and for being one of the pharaohs personal soldiers. He was guarding a room which happened to be the kings who was dying from an illness at the time. He stood their with another guard day and night until one stormy night he was doing his daily routine chatting with his friend until something caught his eye. A shadow appear creeping up from the corner. Putting his weapon up he walked towards the person until he was met with a tall, slim figure with a dark dog head. During this time they where at war and the last thing they needed was the kings death. So Keigo knew what he had to do. He had to fight, or to stall so he wouldn't be taken away. His precious king needed to live.

And that's where it ended, no traces of Keigo was ever found and the person to witness it all went missing a few days later as he carved the painting. what you couldn't figure out was what happened after. Their was no more records of Keigo after what you've studied. The only thing found was the kings body which they later on buried.

You breath out heavily in frustration not knowing where to go after this. Being very bothered you didn't noticed that the pen had exploded in your mouth until you tasted the ink.

"Gah!" You yell running to the sink spitting everything out. "Squawk!" Your pet bird yelled as he watched. Today was going to be a long day. As you rinsed You mouth with water you phone began ringing. You fumbled around trying to turn the faucet off while looking back at your table.

"Hello?" You say drying your hands up.

"Y/N! I can't figure it out, this is impossible theirs nothing that talks about Keigo." Your friends cries.

She was one of your colleagues that was also in search for the same answer. This was her seventh time picking this research up.

"How do you think I feel Olva?Iv looked at almost every painting and script possible and still no answers." You sigh looking at your desk filled with notes and coffee. Maybe some rest will make you feel better or some actual food other than sugar cookies.

"Let's go to the museum and look around to see if they have something to help us. They could have secret scripts!" She giggled, "oh and it will be fun plus they have the actual tomb of the king." She added on.

It didn't seem like a bad idea at all. It also gave you a reason to go out for the first time in weeks. You've been too busy with the research making you be all cooped up in here like a chicken.

"Fine but only if you pay for lunch." You smirk.

"It's a deal, see you tomorrow y/n." She laughed and hung up.

Finally some rest! You throw your phone onto the bed and rest in your chair spinning yourself around. This was going to be the best sleep you've ever had. You never knew how much you needed it until you accidentally fell asleep in the shower two days ago.

Standing up you take your clothes off and sluggish got ready for bed. As you finished you walk up to your bird. "Hungry? Here's some dinner," You give him seeds and a fruit. He was your green and red love bird. He's been with you ever since high school and was your best friend. After giving him goodnight you walk to your bed And the he second you head hit the pillow you fell into a deep sleep.

"Beep! Beep! Beep!" Your phone alarm rang loudly. You groan not wanting your rest to end here. When would you be able to have another chance like this? You would be going back to your sad sleeping schedule. You managed to pull yourself together and sit up grabbing your phone to stop the alarm. You quickly get ready for your day until you realized the time 6:45pm.

"Oh fuck," You panic and run out the door with a bag in your hand. You shove your hand in your bag and take out your phone. Tons of missing calls and messages appeared. She was totally going to scold you for that. You hesitate but call and brought the phone to your ear.

"Olva! I'm so sorry my alarm was set for 6pm and I'm currently running to the museum that closes at 8." You say while running to your car. Their was a few minutes of silence until you heard her, "y/n if you don't get here I'm 20 minutes I will end you!" She yelled causing you to pull your phone away from your ear.

"Yes ma'am!" You Yelp and shoving the keys in and speeding off. When Olva was mad it was no joke. It was as if you angered the sea. You pull up to the museum in 15 minutes. You've never ran so fast in your life till now. Eventually you made it up the stairs and into the building showing the security guard your pass. Being a archaeologists gave you discounts and free passes to things such as this. As he scanned it and checked your belongings you thought about how you hadn't eaten all day.

"Welcome you have 38 minutes ," the officer says letting you go in. You nod and followed the signs that directed you to your destination. You made it there quite fast seeing her in the distance looking at her watch.

"Olva!" You yell in the distance, the place was almost empty with people leaving the place.

"Your late," she says crossing her arms.

"I know I know but I made other though." You pant resting your hands on your knees. She rolls her eyes and continues to walk to the pharaohs tomb. You follow along behind her analyzing everything in the room.

In there laid the tomb with dim lights on it. It was tall and tan color with the shape of the king. The tombs where carved by people for the king when he died. But before they did that his organs would be taken out and put in a jar. During the funeral Anubis would come and take out a scale with a feather and the dead persons heart. This would determine if they would go to the after world. They took this very seriously since it was believed that not just anyone could go there. If the heart weighed heavier he would not be allowed to go and be cursed a second death.

It was fascinating seeing the tomb up close. It made you wonder how he looked inside. Would taking a peek hurt? Nobody was around but you two. "Olva Im going to open this," You say getting closer.

"What are you crazy? Their going to kick us out!" She whispered aggressively as she grabbed your hand.

"What if this helps us uncover something? We would be the one of greatest archeologists! Almost every person has tired to figure this out and failed Olva. We can be the ones to find the answers." You say pulling your arm away. You put your hands on the tomb pulling it up with all of your force opening it a bit. Before you could open it fully you heard someone near by. "The museum is now closed! If anyone's here please leave!" You heard in the distance. It was a guard walking around. You grab Olva and pushed her behind the Tomb that was on a stone table. Putting your finger up to your lip. You close up the casket causing something to come out. It was a red feather. You caught it as it floated in the air and ran behind the tomb. You saw Olva panic and shakily get up scared of staying during closing hours. If they see her here they will look for you too and it would get both of you in trouble. You shoved her back down making your body tower over hers. Your face was inches from hers making you look away as you covered her mouth. It was now Silent except for his foot step that walk into the room you where in. They became louder as he walked towards you guys. Your breath hitched as he stoped at your direction. You look back down to see her shaking her head.

"Are you serious?" You hear him say. Your heart stopped, you've been caught and you couldn't run leaving your friend behind. You pull the courage to stand up until he said something else.

"Brats left their bag here." He says as he shuffled around and left. A sigh of relief came to you as you peaked and saw nobody.

"Are you crazy?! How are we supposed to leave now? Oh sorry we where hiding but now we want to leave?" She says poking you repeatedly.

"Olva you don't understand this is for research! We will be the greatest of them all! All of those days without sleep won't be needed anymore. We're going to be rich!" You shake her and get back on your feet. The lights where now turned off except for one that shined in the middle making everything dim. You wave your hand for Olva to come over who hesitates but had no choice since she was already here.

Both of you pull with all your mighty force. You could feel the sweat roll down on your forehead as you pulled even harder. Your fingers hurt and your legs buckled until eventually it opened. You stumble back trying to catch your breath from holding it in.

"Y/n check this out..." she says shocked. You could see her eyes widen in shock. You comply and approached her to take a look. Inside was a mummy wrapped in bandages but it had something standing out. On the head their was a golden thin paper with a word carved on it. You couldn't really read it due to it being dark so you took it off and walked to the light.

Olva had her mouth wide open not wanting to believe you where this dumb. "We should leave now y/n I don't feel good about this." You hear her say worriedly in the background.

"Yea yea let me just read this it's kinda dirty and rusty." You wave her off and continue reading until you hear a quick whoosh and the light flickered. "Stupid light don't you see I'm busy here?" You mumbled and turn back around to see the body missing.

You freeze looking around until you feel someone grab your shoulder pulling you back and placing something sharp on your neck, the gold paper fell to the floor as you didn't dare to move. Olvas face was a clear as day, she was mortified.

"Where am I? Where is the king? Who are you people?" His deep voice said as he clenched your shoulder tighter.

"What are you talking about?" You say confused and turning around you see a man with blonde hair, jewelry that reached from his neck to his shoulders, a shirt made out of white clothes and red wings painted gold at the ends. He seemed to be wearing familiar clothes you’ve laid your eyes on before. Clothes of an ancient person…

This was undoubtedly Keigo Takami.

#my hero acedamia #mha hawks #hawks #keigo takami #keigo tamaki #hawks x you #hawks x self insert #hawks x y/n #hawks x reader #keigo x reader #keigo x you #keigo x y/n #bmha

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thebestestofbees · 9 months

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TELEVISION AU: PART 5

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In the morning, you reluctantly woke up to the sound of your phone going off. Can't it wait a few more minutes? You thought, hugging your plush and turning in bed. "Neighbor? You're small brick thing is ringing. I think you should take it." Your eyes snapped open.

Droopy eyes and a dopy smile stared back at you. You didn't scream as the memories of last night came to you. "Right...kay-kay, let me wake up first." You said, letting Wally out of your death grip as you sat up in bed, stretching.

A loud pop came from your back. Wally stared at you, his eyes getting slightly wider at the pop. "What was that, Neighbor?" Wally asked, mildly concerned. "My joints popping." You say simply, getting out of bed and turning off your alarm.

Wally followed you around your room as you grabbed a pair of clothes, a speaker, your phone and left the room.

Wally followed you as you walked to the bathroom to which you promptly stopped him. "Nah ah, wait till I get out in like an hour." You say, pressing your hand to his head, keeping Wally out of the bathroom as you stepped into the bathroom.

Wally tilted his head, but stood outside of the bathroom even when you closed and locked the door.

Everyone woke up one by one, first it was Julie and she woke up Frank and Eddie. Then, Howdy woke up, then Poppy, then Sally, and Barnaby was the last to wake up. Everyone was confused onto why Wally was just standing infront of a closed door that was previously opened, and they asked him.

"Neighbor's in there." Wally pointed to the door to which music was blasting from. "Neighbor? Is that their name?" Julie asked, Wally shook his head. "It must be a place holder name. None of us really know their name." Frank informed, and Julie came up with a bright Idea.

"What if we search and see if their name's in any books they own?!" Julie said, racing to the bookshelf of journal's you kept.

"I suppose we could, that would increase our chances of knowing their name without any repercussions." Frank said, not opposing the idea as they walked to the bookshelf. Julie picked a childs book and opened the cover.

'This book belongs to

Đ/N '

"Dang, the name was crossed out." Quite heavily if Julie might add. Frank shrugged and took a note book off the shelf. Opening it before closing it again. "No name." Frank shrugged, placing the book back.

"Maybe, Home knows their name." Wally said, but a clatter later, Wally took back his statement. "Home doesn't know either." Wally said a few moments after.

"Maybe they have mail, with their name on it?" Eddie suggested, it didn't seem too bad, but it sounded like quite a feat searching through mail just to find a name.

"Or maybe we can just, ask??" Sally suggested, shrugging. "Although searching their house for their name sounds adventurous, that gun of theirs seems very powerful." Sally says, remembering last night. "Oh yeah, that sounds much easier!" Julie immediately went up to the door Wally was infront of and knocked on the door. "Hey! Neighbor! We have something to ask you!" Julie yelled over the music.

You stopped your dancing to take a glance at the closed door, you could bearly hear Julie over the music. "Huh?!" You, in turn, yelled over the music, grabbing your towel from the hook on the door.

You wrapped the towel around your body and opened the door. "what'd you say?" You ask, looking down at Julie, just realizing how small she is.

"What's your name?" You blinked, a slight anxious knot forming in your stomach. "It's...Y/n." You said before closing the door. Locking it again.

That shouldn't sour your mood, but you couldn't help but stop dancing with the music as you continued with your routine.

Once you put on your clothes you seemed to forget about the thing that ruined your mood because of your favorite songs cheering you up.

You walked out of the bathroom, feeling refreshed. You almost ran into Wally, but you stopped yourself, quickly.

"Hey, Wally. Did you really wait till I got out of the shower?" You asked, giving Wally a slightly unnerved look. Wally didn't answer, hugging your leg as he looked up at you.

"Okay, sure." You say as you check your phone, disconnecting it from your Bluetooth speaker. You removed Wally from your leg and took your keys from the key rack mounted to your wall.

"Oh hey, Y/n!" Julie quickly walked up to you. "Good morning, Julie." You greeted, nodding to her. "Could we play a game? I mean we're all up now so we could all play hopscotch or red light, green light or-" Julie was cut off by you. "I gotta go to work." You say. "After my shifts over maybe we can play a board game, but until then."

You grabbed the remote to your living room TV, and clicked it on. "You guys and watch something on the TV." You suggest, shrugging as you placed the remote down on the coffee table in your living room.

"You use these buttons to move around and this one to confirm the app you wanna go to." You do a short tutorial on what to do and pick your bag up, placing it on your shoulder. "Now I gotta go so I'll see you in a few hours." You said as you grabbed the door handle to the front door and pull it. It doesn't move.

"The hell?"

"I don't think Home wants you to leave." Wally says, his permanent smile seeming wider as he spoke. "Are you serious? Come on." You say as you try to open your front door again. It is not budging.

#writing #welcome home au #welcome home arg #welcome home x you #welcome home #wally darling #julie joyful #barnaby b beagle #howdy pillar #poppy partridge #eddie dear #frank frankly #getto reader #sally starlet #the reader may or may not have identity issues #you'll never know

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fionacle · 7 months

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My college essay is 725 words, I need to cut it down to 600 by time my dad gets home today, but I like how it is now, so I’m posting it. It’s about how autistic people are viewed in society and the misuse of the word special to refer to them (us?). It’s below the cut.

I couldn’t tell you the first time it happened, most things before high school are a blur, but I’ve often heard others called special. The usage of this is not what special is supposed to mean. Special things are supposed to be important and unique, they matter a lot, it’s a very high compliment if you say it genuinely. But here it’s condescending. Like this is the core of the person being spoken about, and that core is a taboo. Like it’s pity for an illness, or warning of danger. They say the word as though they’re describing a creature, some animal of lesser mind.

“I’m proud of you for being friends with him.” “Why?” “Oh, you know, he’s special.”

To speak with one of ‘them’ is seen as a sacrificial act rather than basic human decency toward a human.

I love being praised. More than anything else in the world. I need to know I matter, to feel skilled and important, the good kind of special. But when I’m praised for something like this I feel dirty. I always try to be the hero when I see someone’s upset, even when it’s unneeded or undeserved, but not here. If I accept this praise it means I agree that I had to do something significant and difficult. It means that my friend is just a challenge that I beat. So, not only would I be lying, I’d also be insulting my friend, even if he wouldn’t be in earshot.

I want nothing more in life than to be special. The good kind.

I want to finish writing a book and become famous for it. I want adoring fans, and to make a difference in their lives. I want to be talked about as someone cool and worthy of awe and respect, maybe even envy. I want to know that my friends consider me important and good. I want everyone I meet to be so earnest about liking me that it forces out any thought about not being worth their time. I want to carry around the good special for everyone.

The word isn’t really that important to me, I don’t hold any affection for it. But I’m upset that it dehumanizes others, and mostly I’m upset that it dehumanizes me.

When I go into testing rooms, I’ve been to quite a few since childhood, they present games to test my brain. This is an awful way for me to show my symptoms. I do the best I can because it’s fun and I want to show off. I tend not to have “off” days when I visit them, especially because I’m rarely around triggers. They don’t see me cry because the lunch man took my apple juice cap. They don’t see me flail around because I hear someone chewing gum. They don’t hear my autistic friends explain to me how my experiences match theirs to an alarming degree. I need them to see my tears in action. I need to take my memories out of my brain and show them. They need to know everything I’ve done and they need to put a word to it and let me tell people.

Then, maybe, they won’t tell me to stop. To stop being too weird. Stop being too emotional. Stop being afraid of things no one else cares about. Stop “misidentifying” emotions. Stop all of it. To just be normal. Because no matter how much they want it to be true it’s not. It’s not. It never will be. I cannot be. I’m not normal.

There’s something both cathartic and terrifying in saying that.

“Stop doing that or they’ll think you’re special.”

If neither normal or special are options, what else do you want me to be?

People I’ve known for a year can see it. Why can’t you, who’s known me my whole life? Stop making that face when I bring this stuff up, don’t tell me I’m copying my friends, don’t tell me my friends are weak. They are not weak, and neither am I when I act like them. When I am true to myself I am strong. Don’t tell me that strength isn’t the real me. But I think they still ought to know me as “bad” special, as much as I hate the word, because then at least they’d know me.

#college essay #ferrenpost #autism

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djeesperate · 2 months

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Gawain knows himself more than anyone else.

Because to him, the situation right now is very unfair.

“Captain, could it be… are you slacking off on training? Your hands are becoming soft,” a very ear-grating voice entered his ear, “This can’t go on. I suggest we both spar the whole week, the two of us!”

“Ehhh no way! I promised Florence that I’d come visit Dalmore. See, even Gawain’s here”

The knight watches as the… annoyance looks behind his shoulders where the slightly awkward captain pointed, the swordsman clearly pretending he didn’t notice his presence. “Oh, when did you get here?”

Gawain’s right eye twitched slightly, something that has been happening a little too often lately.

“He’s been here the entire time, stinky,” the captain lightly smacked the back of Siete’s head, “you’re the one that suddenly barged into the room and grabbed my hand.”

“Ouchie~ Silly me! I forgot to let go.” He chuckled before the room fell into silence.

“So… are you going to?”

“Hm? Oh, yeah yeah. So what about our spar session? We can do it in Dalmore, you know.” Siete changed the topic, hand still holding theirs.

“Out of the question.” Gawain shot down the proposal, a scowl on his face.

“Eh~” Siete pouts.

This man with powers he can extract from the boundary; he’s a sharp one… right? Surely. So why does he play dumb in these situations?! He must think it’s funny to cut between Gawain and the captain like this.

Gawain blinked and immediately inched back, caught off guard by the other blond man who shoved his face right in front of the knight, inspecting his expression.

“Please go away,” Gawain hissed, voice very low.

Finding this situation amusing, Siete smirked. “And if I don’t?”

A loud shriek came from behind the three, making their heads turn to the door in alarm. There stood Bertilak with Lunalu in tow. “Uh… it’s okay, Aunty Lu, you can sit outside for a bit.” the redhead awkwardly nudges her away before closing the door, leaving her alone.

“Is Lunalu okay?” the captain spoke up.

“Maybe? I think she’s scared of guys. She screamed when I was hanging out with Shu too,” He wasn’t really sure himself, to be honest.

“I suppose that’s one way of interpreting it…” Siete raised a brow, “You’re also from Dalmore, yeah? At least from what I can recall. I take it you’re coming along on our trip?”

Bertilak’s face scrunched up at the idea, “Our trip? What do I look like, their son?” He was offended at the mere implication. “I’m only here to remind dingus and his lover here to pick me up by noon and drop me off near the bakery. Uncle Glane’s gonna take me once the ship lands and I do not want to stick with him the whole day.”

“You should show more respect to your uncle. He’s done a lot for you,” Gawain scolds.

“A lotta yappin’ is what.” The boy sighs, opening the door again to reveal Lunalu hunched over the floor scribbling on paper, “12 o’clock, you got that, guys? See y- oh my god, what are you drawing!!”

Bertilak nearly trips walking out the door, utterly shocked at the scandalous art the Harvin was so focused on that she had blocked out their voices. Siete simply laughed as he exited the room to behold the spectacle himself.

“Ahaha! I’m more surprised you never knew she was this way!”

“S-shut up! Fuck, I can’t look at Gawain anymore for the rest of my life.”

“Oh, speaking of Gawain… Hm?” Siete turned back to see the room empty, jaws dropping in disbelief. “They're gone?!”

“They snuck out while you weren’t looking.” Lunalu finally looked up to acknowledge their presence, “Besides the inspiring scene you guys made for me, it’s probably for the best they left you behind.”

“Eh?! Why’s that?!”

“You know what you were doing.” She picked up her pen and paper, preparing to leave.

“Yeah, homewrecker.” Bertilak narrows his eyes.

“Homewrecker?!”

He had to endure the glares while he dragged himself back to his room sulking, nearly tipping over from the force of the ship landing. They had arrived at Dalmore. He slumped himself on the wall, picked up a random sword and unenthusiastically inspected it.

Hearing voices coming from outside, he peeked his head through his window and saw the couple, giggling and smiling at each other like morons while they left the ship to explore the small kingdom.

He sighed, tossing the sword aside before flopping onto his bed.

Siete knows himself more than anyone else.

Because to him, the situation right now… is very unfair.

#gbf #gbf headcanons #granblue #granblue fantasy #gbf imagines #granblue fantasy imagines #gbf gawain #gawain gbf #granblue fantasy gawain #gbf x reader #gbf x reader imagines #gawain x reader #I have this other very specific headcanon that Siete really likes the proximity to MC #and gets jealous when they're not with him #cygames please make Bertilak appear again I miss him #something short to make up for no valentines post!#happy white day

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sunnydice · 2 months

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💤 👽 🖕 for cquackity :3? Specifically during nlm?

OK i didn't read the nlm part correctly i thought it said lnv and i don't want to delete everything so you're getting TWO. also i might be mildly dyslexic like genuinely. like this isn't a bit. i need to talk to somebody.

part lnv:

💤 A headcanon about their sleep:

this is canonically backed because he has lines about it but he sleeps in weird intervals!! he pretty much goes until he can't, then power naps n gets right back to it. conking at his desk for like 2hrs, then getting back to paperwork. getting back from the prison and sleeping for 18hrs. leaving in the middle of convos to go nap at the needle for 30mins then rushing somewhere else. whags going on. i also think he can be hard to wake up? for such a paranoid guy. smtimes he has to set like 40 alarms to give his eepy ass half a chance at being resuscitated.

👽 A headcanon about a weird quirk of theirs:

OK this one isn't exactly weird quirk but the reaction around it was ppl thinking it was a weird quirk and i think it's funny. cq tics real and true FOREVER. the guy already talks strangely and says things that have nothing to do with the convo so his tics became easy to read as part of his bit and the ppl around him thought he was just squirky w it. have you seen that tweet tht goes "me and my friends just found out my buddy has tourettes. now i feel bad cuz everytime he shouted 'jacking off' we thought he was being cool and we'd cheer him on.' that was the manburg cabinet. to me. :heart_hands:

🖕 A headcanon relating to anger:

oh this guy is so sososo so rage it's eating him alive. like he's always had issues with being more snippy and argumentative and short fused that he ought to be, and lnv and everything surrounding makes it a million times worse. he can still joke around but he'll be a little too cruel with his jokes and snarky and he snaps at people and his patience evaporates. and i think he tries to control it too! in this weird way, especially when he's infront of people. yk wanting that professional img and maybe hating that he's like that also as well. so he swallows it down and goes home and tears apart rooms and rips at his hair n head and scratches and snarls and bites back screaming like an animal. meltdown style‼️and if that doesn't work why not get another use out of the prison lol. AND FUCK CDRM‼️‼️‼️‼️

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part: nlm

💤 A headcanon about their sleep:

i think the above holds up! he does sleep at weird intervals but it's way more subdued, more normal style. he suffers from insomnia here more specifically however, the worrying abt everything and the paperwork for both nlm and el rapids pass the time during those nights.

👽 A headcanon about a weird quirk of theirs:

being possessed by your dead ex husband is weird as hell!!! you guys remember when he chased ckarl down with an axe and killed him while howling like a wild animal. saying schlattisms talking in a different voice mumbling a pointed "i'm ALIVE" in a church. what are you talking abt bitch. go somewhere w that. and i think it's prevalent i think it influences how he acts. (ofc not in a way that takes away his agency in things that had nothing to do with it he still wanted to execute ppl stupid style constantly tht was ALL him.) maybe he craves meat more sometimes Raw maybe he picks up smoking and wine way more maybe his heartbeat feels like it's two different but matching rhythms in his chest. maybe his wing of the white house is a little colder than everywhere else. i'm sure that doesn't mean anything however.

🖕 A headcanon relating to anger:

mm..i think quackity is very much a righteous anger person he has that in every arc. get mad abt the treatment of the little guy find a target that caused it that deserves it that you have to stop now. i think other aspects of his anger are a smidge easier to control in this arc BECAUSE he had that reasonable outlet. it's okay calm down you can save this for (insert hitlist target here). get back to work BOY. kind of a weird comfort and good redirection for him does tht make sense. he's still yelling at everybody tho the hater grind stops for NOBODY ON THIS EATRTH 💯💥⁉️🔛🔝🗣‼️‼️‼️💥💯

#tysm for the questions!!!!#askatraz #ask games #softiestyx

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honeyquinns · 2 years

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CLUB HELLFIRE

CHAPTER ONE

hellfire main characters

prequel

warnings // cussing, drugs, bullying, s1 steve, chrissy as a bully, toxic parent

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1983

it’s September 7th, 1983, first day of school. Stacie’s first day of senior and Eddie’s … second but hell maybe this will be his year..

*alarm goes off* Stacie reaches her hand out to shut off the alarm but it’s simply not budging, “oh my god! enough!” she yells throwing the covers off her body and slamming down the clock, making it stop. she rubs her eyes getting the sleep out and pushes her hair out the way then she screams when Eddie catches her off guard “Eddie what the fuck!?” Eddie smiles at her brightly, hanging half way into window “GOOD MORNING SLEEPING BEAUTY! it’s the first day of school!” he says loudly sliding himself in, still in his pj’s flipping himself onto Stacie’s bed. “you’re a little too happy this morning… why?” she says squinting at him “ohhh just.. i don’t know man, i think it’s my year ya know?-“ he says with a face of realization “senior year number one wasn’t too fun. barely got the band started, never got to retaliate on Jason for the gym situation, didn’t go to prom…” she interrupts him “you didn’t even wanna go to prom” she says flatly “that’s not the point! but this year.. this year we’re gonna party like it’s 1990!” he says scrunching his face with his fist in the air “okay Munson well since this is our year how about you go get changed and i’ll meet you over for breakfast?? gotta get passed the ol’ drunk bastard” she says getting up looking for something to wear “hey how ‘bout we wear our hellfire tees today? i already gave the guys theirs and today we’re gonna have a club meeting.. you just have to come get yours” he asks. “hmmm yeah okay i’m down! now go away, i can’t allow you to see my goodies” she says shooing him out the window, “babe, we’ve been friends long enough, it would be an honor to see your goodies” he says smiling hugely “oh get out!” she says pushing him. he runs toward his window yelling “it’s okay! i’ll show you mine anytime” he flips into his bed looking back “yeah that’s because i’ll be the first to see it!” she yells back.

Stacie walks to her closet looking to see what would go nice with her Hellfire shirt. her and Eddie spent weeks on the designs, making it perfect for the club. when Eddie had designed the art, Stacie came up with the idea to call it Hellfire.

*flashback to sophomore year*

“what about this??” Eddie shows Stacie the art he made for their club. “that’s sick!-“ Stacie said with her eyes wide “but i feel like something to be added to it” they both though for a minute “what about D&D dice???” he says “yeah! and add a sword to it?” she asks with a statement. Eddie starts adding all the ideas to the piece of paper “…i could add a flail too” he says still doodling on. once he finishes they both look at it in awe “that looks fucking awesome” Stacie says amazed “i try” Eddie smirks still admiring the drawing. “but what should we name it?” he look at her and back at the drawing, “demon club? devils rejects? oh! hells bells club?” he says excitedly. Stacie looks at him with her brows raised “you have a very good talent for art but not so much everything else” she takes the piece of paper from off of his desk and walks around his room thinking “what about…Hellfire?” she looks up at him and he looks back at her smiling “Hellfire Club” they both just stare at each other without saying a word but knowing exactly what their minds are thinking “Princess Stacie i believe we’ve officially got ourselves a club” she’s nod at him agreeing “now all we have to do is bring in some members” she said.

*end of flashback*

Stacie decided to to wear her black high waisted denim jeans with a thick black belt, adding a barb wire chain on the side of her hip. she fixed up curls almost Donna Summer style, still wearing her pj shirt and threw on her busted black and white converse, grabbed her backpack and headed out to the living room where her dad Don was sitting. “pass me a beer, will ya?” he said in a low voice watching ‘Happy Days’ weirdly enough. Stacie grabbed 2 beers wanting to avoid any confrontation that could ruin her day except a lot of times that simply won’t happen with Don. “here you go..” she says in a low voice, setting both beers on the side table when he grabs her arm “i better not have heard that boy Eddie in your room this morning.” she jerked her arm back, holding her wrist from the tight grip he had “of course not” she looked down at her feet angrily, just wishing to have the courage to stand up to him at some point. Don stands up walking up, standing over her. he lifts her chin up making her look at him “that’s what i thought. i don’t want no devil worshipper in my house, let alone his pervert uncle” and that’s when made Stacie feel with rage. she thought he had a lot of nerve to shit talk Eddie and Wayne when they’ve always been the two to actually care for her. Eddie being her shoulder to cry on and always putting a smile on her face and Wayne making sure she had clothes and something to eat, even if he didn’t have much. all she wanted to do was just take that beer bottle and smash it upside his damn head but she knew it would turn bad for her. “whatever.” she pushes her face away from his and storms out the trailer, walking quickly to Eddie’s.

“hey stacie! come on in! Eddie’s still in his room.” Wayne said smiling. “hey Wayne” she smiles and slightly rushes walking toward Eddie’s room. “tell that boy to hurry up! i don’t want you kids to be late and there’s some breakfast on the table!” he yells picking up his coffee “you got it!” she shuts the door behind her revealing Eddie dressed in his hellfire tee with black ripped jeans, his beat up converse that he drew all over and his favorite rings he got from an antique shop. he was writing some lyrics with his electric guitar in his hand. Stacie skips over and plops on his bed “watcha writin’?” she asks. “juuust finished my last lyric to the song. do you think the guys would love it?” he hands her his notebook with the title “Hell on Wheels” as the name of the song. Stacie reads through it thoroughly. Eddie looks down at her grinning. he always appreciated the way she supported him and always took the time do the small things like read the lyrics to his music, helping him with his drawings, even defending him from bullies even though she was being bullied too. when Chrissy Cunningham and her army of cheerleaders would tease her and humiliate her in the girls locker room, she’d walk right out after retaliating on them then threatening Jason Carver or Steve Harrington after seeing them push Eddie into lockers. he admired the way she was able to stand up for herself and certain situations and he learned more to stand up because of her. He truly loved her and was glad that they were best friends.

he gets pulled from out of his thoughts when she speaks, “this is fucking awesome Ed” she smiled widely looking up at him “you think?” he smiled back “of course! it’s fucking metal. you’ve gotta perform this at the Hideout!” she sits up still admiring his lyricism. “hell yeah we are! but i have to ask and before you say no just hear me out” she looks at him knowing what he’s gonna say “i really want you to sing it” he tells her “no way! i only go to see you and the guys perform and that’s how i’d like to keep it” she shakes her head not wanting to deal with the stage fright and just simply not wanting to sing “but come on! you have the perfect voice! the raspiness is fucking metal, hardcore! all those times you’d sing along to The Runaways? Stacie i want you to” he said standing up and pleading “your voice is raspier than mine why can’t you do it.” she leans back on the bed “because my voice cracks and you know how to voice control. plus i wrote it specifically for you” he pouts his lips out, making his eyes bigger than what they already are hoping she’d give in and say yes. Stacie looked at him giving it some thought. for years Eddie has been pushing her to sing more and to eventually join the band. she sighs “alright Ed, i will-“ he starts getting excited “-BUT this doesn’t mean i’m officially part of the band. i’m just doing this for my best friend” he smiles grabbing her, yanking her into a hug. he’s way taller than her, him being 5’10 and her being only 5’1. her head leaning against his chest. “thank you Stacie, really” he says as they look up and down at each other. he pulls her back holding on to her shoulders “you won’t regret it! everyone is gonna love you” she smiles at him “i sure hope so.. now give me shirt and let’s go eat. i’m sure Wayne is gonna be upset if we let the food get cold.”

Eddie walks up to his dresser drawer, opening it to grab baseball tee hellfire shirt. he chucks it at Stacie and she turns around to put it on, looking back at Eddie “do you mind?” she asked to which he gave her a blank face “seriously?” she gave him the blank face back “so serious” he rolls his eyes playfully and turns around looking at the posters on his wall. Stacie takes off her shirt and replaces it with the Hellfire tee. she walks over to Eddie’s mirror hanging over his dresser and he follows standing behind her. she cocks her head to the side with a questionable face “what’s wrong?” he asks “it’s missing something.” she walks into the kitchen, where Wayne has already left for work. she grabbed a pair of scissors and walks back into Eddie’s room and goes straight back to the mirror. “what’s that for?” he asks again. she ignores him and cuts a piece of the tee from the bottom, putting the scissors down on the dresser and rips the top to reveal her belly pierced stomach. she smiles at herself admiring her work and Eddie smile along with her “pretty hot” he said she turns to him then back to the mirror “bitchin’.” she says.

they both grab their backpacks and head to the kitchen eating the now cold scrambled eggs and bacon that Wayne left for them. they left the trailer and into Eddie’s black pickup truck that used to be Wayne’s and they headed to school.

*at school*

Stacie and Eddie were standing at their lockers with Jeff, who they met through Jeff’s older brother James who was a basketball player that bullied them the year before, always finding a way to make Stacie uncomfortable and always pushing Eddie around. James was actually the leader to the gym situation with Eddie but he refuses to speak of it, even to Stacie. she was dealing with her own shit and he never wanted to tell her, she only knows bits and pieces. Jeff found out about it and that was the moment he hated his brother. he knew if he could do something like that to Eddie, what’s stopping him from doing it to Jeff or allowing his friends to do it? after all Jeff was also a ‘metalhead freak’. when he had started his freshman year at Hawkins, he apologized to Eddie and at first Eddie was weary about him. he didn’t trust him at all and swore he was exactly like his brother but Stacie felt him out and they ended up becoming best friends and letting him join Hellfire.

“man guess what?” Eddie beams toward Jeff “she said yes, didn’t she?” Stacie peeps her head out of her locker and looks at them both “you mean the guys knew that you wanted me to sing?” she asked annoyed “of course! i needed a back up plan in case you were on adamant on saying no” jeff chimes in, “and we would’ve had to beg on our hands and knees for you to say yes.” he grabs out his history book. “too bad i said yes already. i would’ve loved to see all of you at your knees begging at my feet like the royalty i am” they both roll their eyes playfully laughing at her. Eddie throws his black metal lunch box that he uses for certain inquiries only and grabs a notebook and pen, slamming his locker shut to reveal ‘Open this locker and you DIE’ written on it. “i’m surprised Mrs. O’Donnell hasn’t gotten into your shit yet over that” Jeff points out to his locker. “it’s because she’s full of shit. at most, she’ll give me detention and force me to scrub the paint off.. eeeven in the alley near the football field.” he said shaking his head slightly “so you’re okay with getting detention” Stacie leans back against her locker. “not exactly but i should be allowed to express myself. isn’t that what they teach us. ‘Kids, you control your future. YOU have the power to be who you want. Express yourself and love your life the way you want’” he say mocking the school principle, reciting what was said during the last pep rally last school year.

they all sit laughing when all of a sudden a hand slams against the locker above Stacie’s head. they all turn to see Steve Harrington standing right there. he nods at the guys “mop head, brace face” he said then looking to Stacie while the guys scoffed at his ignorant nicknames. “hey Stacie” he says smirking at her “what do you want Steven?” she says annoyed. “Steven? you know i like that you call me that.” he leans closer to her and she backs away “what do you want, assface?” she said annoyed once again. “oh Stacie, baby, you’re breaking my heart.” he says holding his opposite hand from the one on the locker to his heart, pretending to be hurt. “i was actually coming to ask you if you could tutor me for chemistry?” Eddie and Jeff look at each other unamused wondering what gave him the audacity to even ask her “and why would i do that?” she asks, crossing her arms. “because you’re like the smartest girl in his school.” “really?” she said still having her arms crossed, unamused. “of course. plus we have a little chemistry you and i.” “yeah more like her fist and your face” Eddie mumbled making Jeff laugh. Steve looked up at them angrily then turned back to Stacie smile “come on, what do you say?” Stacie sits for a few seconds to think “20 bucks.” Steve coughs from being shocked “what?” “20 bucks. every time you want me to tutor you, it’s gonna cost you 20.” she says blandly hoping he would say no. “deal.” all three of the ‘freaks’ looked shocked by his answer. “you’re not serious” Eddie said still shocked. “as a heart attack.” Stacie sighs at Steve knowing he’d keep bothering her “fine i’ll do it. but don’t try anything or Eddie will come over with his bat” Eddie smirks at her answer looking directly at Steve. he looks at both of them and back down at Stacie “i promise i won’t but believe me after one night with me you’ll be begging for me” he says smirking at her. “fuck off, Steve.” she throws her hand up to his face to keep him from being an closer and brushes away with Eddie & Jeff by her side, heading to lunch.

a/n: hi !!! i was so busy today so it took me a while to write this but i hope you guys enjoyed. don’t forget to reblog!! next chapter will be sunday unless i get too excited and post early. also any requests sent to me, i’m working on them currently and you’re welcome to send in more!

this will also be on my wattpad <3

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abyssalcunters · 11 months

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9, 16, 17 for Euphy :3

YIPPE oh wait. ur being mean to me u fucker

9. What would cause your OC to chose to do something petty/pointlessly cruel?

i feel like theirs a wide gulf between petty and pointlessly cruel gklhmgklhjmlkghmj but to go for the more painful option i think it would trigger something cruel in her if she perceives someone as trying to influence her decision making- she'd been manipulated into participating in horrible, unconscionable shit in the past and kind of overcorrects to being exceedingly harsh with anyone who she feels is trying to

i wouldnt say this is in the same category but she also is likely to snap at you if you just. talk to her too much she gets overstimulated easily and will just say fuck off and walk away

16. How strong or weak is your OC’s Impulse control? What’s the worst thing that happened because of their Impulsivity or inability to be so?

generally her impulse control is very strong! the worst thing that came of it was probably her keeping her suspicion that the Hunters project was not going mmmm in the most ethical direction to herself. she was told she was being paranoid and that in her brain combined with her impulse control stopped her from doing anything until it was too late

one good thing that came from it though is from she very barely stopped herself from killing ivy <3 so

17. How does your OC sabotage themselves?

classic arknights ways- lack of sleep, unwillingness to be vulnerable and ask for help, but more specifically she is very very hesitant to let anyone except for kaltsit and MAYBE someone else have any end-data access to the genetics research she's doing. its not for lack of reason! in a world like arknights the amount of scientific possibility when someone has access to the level of genetic data that she's working with is. amazing and terrifying. but on the other hand working with the sheer quantity of data that she is makes it almost impossible to get anything worthwhile done on her own.

its a realization she comes to, but not easily :3 mumu would honestly be the best person we know of atm to help her but . its mumu and her whole. how she is would probably ping euphy's manipulate sense like a constant fucking alarm

ask game link!! send me some for Euphyra, my AK doc oc, or Halimede, my xiv WOL !!

#thank u annie ilu #i like to think about her thank u for telling me to think about her #this actually brought some new stuff up >:3 much 2 think about #ask game

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welldonebeca · 3 years

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Bold Little Witch (And The Two Incubi) (I)

Summary: Determined to show the extent of your power to your coven, you set up a plan to capture your own Incubus to be your pet and lover and finally take your virginity. Instead, and completely by accident, you summon two of them – brothers – that are way too smart for your own good. Needless to say, things didn’t go as they were planned. They were way, way better. Pairing: Incubus!Sam x Witch!Reader x Incubus!Dean. WC: 2.7k words Warnings: Witchcraft, demon summoning (not explicit), oral sex, nudity, masturbation, virginity kink

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It felt good. Really good.

The warm strong chest behind you rose and fell quickly, weaving with desire as a hand groped your breast and another slowly caressed your stomach gently.

“Baby girl,” he whispered against your ear, voice dark and thick. “I could make you feel so good.”

You knew it. Oh gosh, you absolutely knew it.

But you also knew what you wanted, and you would not let yourself be tempted into losing your chance of getting it.

You were a witch. A real one, nothing like those silly kids films, no. You’ve been an apprentice for about a hundred or so years now, ever since you were just 20, under Rowena’s wing, a powerful witch with incredible powers. No one was equal to her in your world.

Well… Soon there was going to be you.

“No,” you whined, covering your pussy with your hands when you felt fingers touching them inside of your legs. “I don’t want to… I don’t know...”

“But I can show you,” he kissed your earlobe. “I can show you everything, baby girl, and you’ll feel so good… it’ll be everything you want, every one of the little kinks I know you had hidden in your pretty mind, I’ll show you all of the spots on that pretty body no one has touched before...”

You knew it already. Over 100 years old and still a virgin, but it was never a problem to you and you had always been too busy to even think of it as one, and were not embarrassed about it. Once you became Rowena’s apprentice, your studies became the most important thing in your life. You work came first, and now that you can just summon an incubus to deal with it… it was just taking two birds with one stone.

A shiver ran up your spine and all over your skin, but before you could even answer, your alarm rang loudly by your side.

“No,” he protested behind you. “No, don’t...”

You smirked just as you woke up, blinking as you spread your arms on your bed, squirming at how embarrassingly wet you were right now.

You just showered, though, having no time to waste on getting off when your goals were so damn close.

For the last month, you’d been teasing an incubus in your dreams, tempting to let it feed from you but leaving it at bay, and you were going to summon it for real tonight. Not on your dreams, but in real life, and it would bound it to you.

Forever.

Ambitious?

A little bit. Or maybe a lot.

This had never been done before, as far as you knew of it, but you were pretty sure you could do it.

Typically, it wasn’t unheard of capturing a demon. Extracting any recipe materials from them or simply offering a deal, but making one permanently bound to you? Now that was an unknown.

Rowena absolutely disagreed, she always said that demons were far too powerful and when the only reason they were typically easy to summon because they wanted to be. To lure another poor soul down to the depths and no matter what, they had to be in control, always had to be.

But you weren’t like your peers, you weren’t afraid and overly cautious. As a Jewish witch, you had more power than any of the other apprentices and Rowena herself had once said you were hundreds of years wiser and more talented than your own age.

You loved every little whiff of new possibilities of magic. Witches were made to push boundaries, not to stay stagnated in what was boring.

The plan was simple: The demon would do you no harm and be your most loyal pet. It would show all of your coven mates that your powers were far beyond theirs and no one could stand in your way. Of course, you weren’t completely mad as to summon any demon: you needed one who wouldn’t fight back and damage you, so you chose one that benefited from humans just as much as humans benefited from them.

Some of the coven members still whispered behind your back about how you were still untouched and sexually pure. It wasn’t like you were waiting for a stupid Prince Charming, but that you were more focused on your studies than they would ever be, and you didn’t care if they thought that summoning an incubus to be yours would sparkle remarks that you weren’t good enough for human men, but you were just simply better.

You couldn’t wait for the morning when you had your lovely demon in tow and made sure they paid for any snide remarks they ever had about you.

Incubi were simple demons, mainly driven by lust that they got from the pleasure they gave to humans. So it only felt logical to have one of them: you could subdue your incubus pet with the sex that it needed to survive and would claim it to yourself for all eternity. It would find no other being desirable aside from you, which would give your immediate protection from those that would try to cause you harm. And yes, perhaps having your first time with a highly skilled pleasure-driven monster was also nice.

Incubi and succubi typically come to their victims in dreams, so that was how you arranged to lure in your demon. It only took you a few chants every night for a week to awaken a near incubus, but in your dreams you simply denied and teased the creature until you woke up, frustration be damned. It was now just as hungry as you if you were to be honest.

So, tonight, your supplies were ready, your skin was covered in sweet-scented oils and your body was covered by a simple black lace body piece. To protect you, sigils were carved around your room, and your most important candles were lit among some others to just create a welcoming and calming environment for your first time.

You weren’t so unromantic, after all.

The room slowly filled up with a thick mist impregnated with the smell of sex as you chanted, and the candles flicked before your eyes as two figures began to take shape in the

circle before you. At first, you thought it was the incubus and its shadow, but as one grew taller and in a different shape than the other, your eyes widened in surprise.

Oh.

You frowned, bothered and confused. You had summoned a single incubus, not two of them.

“Y/N,” a deep voice called your name.

You swallowed down, trying – hard – not to show how you were a bit impressed with what you saw.

They were… hot. Very much so.

The two incubi in front of you looked enough alike that you wondered if they had anything to do with one another aside from coming to you together. Their tanned skins and light brown hairs were very similar, and both were very tall and shared the same yellow eye colour. Their bodies were pretty much free of hair, and when your gaze travelled down to their navels…

Well, you could say they were both very blessed.

“Told you she would stare,” the shorter – thought not short – incubi snickered.

“It is good to see you, baby girl. Especially in person,” the taller affirmed, looking at you. “You look even more beautiful than in your dreams.”

You felt your cheeks warm in a shy response.

“I thought I had only summoned one of you,” you answered, simply.

But the shorter demon smirked.

“We are a package deal, sweetheart,” he answered. “Don’t worry we won’t overdo it... Unless you want us to, of course.”

You flushed and stood up, adjusting the lace over your breasts, taking in a deep breath.

“I… uh...” you looked for words.

The taller incubus raised an eyebrow in your direction, looking curious, and chuckled.

“Nervous, baby girl?” he tilted his head.

You shook your head, almost offended at his words.

“No!” you denied. “Of course not, I… I’m not nervous, why would I be nervous?”

You rubbed your thighs against one another, drowning in the scent that surrounded you, trying to keep your focus.

Oh, you could almost taste his lips against yours, his hands between your thighs…

“Because it’s your first time,” he declared, cocky, ready to step close to you. “And...”

He was interrupted, though, when the other demon put a hand on his chest and prevented him from approaching you.

“Look around, Sam,” he instructed, spitting the words as if they were supposed to be an offence. “She’s a fucking witch.”

You raised your chin.

“I am,” you confirmed, proudly.

The shorted demon rolled his eyes, scoffing.

“You think you can distract us with that piece of thing,” he pointed at your clothes. “We’re not test bunnies. What piece of us do you want, sweetheart? A piece of our horns? A fang? Some demon spunk? Well, you ain’t getting none!” he affirmed, emphatic. “We don’t associate with your kind.”

You rolled your eyes.

“Oh great,” you said sarcastically, still eyeing them. “Of all demons I could get, I got two with standards.”

The shorter one groaned, and the taller one – Sam – raised his eyebrows at you.

“Come on, Sam,” he requested. “Let’s…”

You waited as he breathed in deep, clearly annoyed.

“A demon trap. Smart. Great,” he spoke, almost dead-panned. “You summoned us over a trap.”

You shrugged.

“You would leave if there wasn’t a trap.”

“I would,” he confirmed. “And I will. Break this shit. Now.”

You chuckled.

“Oh, this is gonna be fun.”

One of them groaned, but you were too busy fishing for your spellbook, making sure to speak the words in a clear way while summoning the spell you needed.

Cock rings.

An incubus’ semen was a very dangerous thing, the strongest aphrodisiac in any world. Anyone who came into contact with it would be immersed in more and more desire, and would completely lose control over themselves. Basically, they’d become a needy and horny cum bucket.

You didn’t want any of that for yourself, obviously, so you were giving them powerful cock rings that would tighten or lose at your will and keep your new friends amicable.

“What are you doing?” the other one asked. “Sam, what is she doing?”

“Y/N…” Sam spoke your name slowly. “Baby girl, you don’t know what you’re doing. You’re messing with dangerous waters.”

You ignored his half-arsed advice and smirked when you heard a groan from the man by his side, and once you were done, your eyes moved to their figures, bracing yourself for when your eyes fell onto their cocks, both surrounded by rings.

“You know, I don’t really like people telling me what I should or shouldn’t do,” you told him. “Baby girl isn’t exactly a name I’d like to use, maybe… mistress is a better idea.”

You twisted your hands, bringing them to whimper in pain before losing it up a bit and smirking at the two.

“What do you think?”

“I think you should shut up and...”

You twisted your hands once again and made their rings tighter – you couldn’t control only one of them alone, just both, and their groans of pain replaced any words.

“Someone is hangry,” you mocked.

“Will you shut up, Dean?” Sam hissed. “I don’t care if you lose your dick, but I think mine Is really important.”

You chuckled.

“You two banter like an old couple, I swear,” you laughed. “Or two brothers trying to compete for...”

Finally, it clicked in your head.

“You are brothers!” you exclaimed. “Clearly you are the one with the brains in the family, Sam. I guess Dean… well, we’ll figure out what Dean got from the gene pool later.”

Dean rolled his eyes and Sam kept staring at you.

“Anyway,” you moved your hands to your back, undoing the clasp that held your bodysuit over your breasts and sliding your straps down, exposing your nipples and seeing both of them swallow down in response. “I could treat you right, Sam, you know that, don’t you? Never have to think about anything except tasting my cunt and following my orders...”

His eyes flicked darker for a moment and followed your hands as they peeled your clothes away, exposing more of your body to his eyes, and focused on your shaved pussy as you kicked your clothes away.

“I know you’re starving,” you reminded them. “I've been keeping you on edge for weeks. Just submit to me, and I'll let you out of this trap, so you can service your new mistress."

He breathed in deep and looked down on his feet, analysing the trap, and just for the sake of teasing them more, you lied back on your bed and spread your legs widely, showing your folds to them.

“Fucking...” Dean whispered under his breath.

You’d also been on edge for days since you started teasing them, and it was affecting you very, very much.

You were soaked wet.

“Come on, Sam,” you caressed your nipples, pulling on them and moaning softly. “I know you want it.”

You turned your head to the side and offered them a sly look, and smirked when Dean tried to hold Sam back, but he fell onto his knees anyway, looking up at you with pleading eyes.

“Mistress,” he stared at you.

“Sam...” his brother hissed.

He growled.

“Shut the fuck up, Dean.”

You smirked.

“Please, mistress,” he pleaded. “Let me eat your pussy. Please.”

You squirmed.

Fuck, seeing suck a big beast begging for you was just… goodness.

You held back a moan.

“You want it, Sam?” you sat up, smiling at your success at turning him

“I need you,” he corrected you. “I need to feel you, mistress, I need to taste you. Please.”

He was just so big. Goodness.

You stood on your feet and walked to them, reaching for the trap and pulling him to his feet before taking him out of the trap, and he reached for you with such certainty you thought he’d attack you. Instead, Sam wrapped his inhumanely big hands on your waist and kissed your lips hungrily. Even without his demonic powers, he was so damn strong.

“So sweet,” he whispered, moving his hands down and caressing your breasts. “You’re so beautiful.”

He moved his hands down again and lifted you up, dropping you on the bed, and you could see how his cock was just extremely hard, but tightened his ring anyway.

“Remember who is in charge,” you pointed out, and his nostrils inflated for a moment, but he simply nodded.

“I know,” he caressed your stomach gently, lowering his head and kissing in between your breasts. “Fuck… you just smell so good… so pure...”

You squirmed, and he breathed in deep, looking between your legs with hungry eyes.

“Can I eat you out, mistress?” he asked. “Please? I need to taste you, I need to feel you...”

You nodded and watched as he knelt onto the floor in front of you, looking in between your legs and dragging his tongue over the inside of your thigh, licking and giving soft kisses that sent shivers all over you.

“Sam...” you whined and threw your head back as he placed his lips over your pussy, licking your folds gently before circling your entrance with his fingers.

“Fuck,” he hissed. “You still got your hymen...”

“Sam,” his brother said behind him.

“Fuck. Dean,” he groaned. “You should be seeing this. I can’t even push my finger in, or it’ll break...”

His brother moaned behind him and Sam licked your folds from bottom to top, making you tremble.

“Fuck me,” you begged. “Sam, fuck me...”

He smiled wickedly under you.

“Let me get you ready first, mistress,” he kissed your clit. “Fucking love the virgin ones.”

He pushed a finger inside you slowly, making you wiggle on your place, and his free hand came to your hip.

“Slowly, baby,” he whispered, placing his lips on your clit and sucking gently.

“Oh gosh,” you gasped.

It felt good, so good.

You had done some things to yourself when you had free time, but only with your clit and no more. The feeling of his finger inside you made you feel completely full.

“Shh, baby,” he cooed. “Gotta be careful as not to hurt you, mistress...”

He licked your clit gently, making you moan and jump in surprise, in a brain haze. Incubi fed off consensual pleasure, and he was giving you a lot of it.

You tossed and turned, and moaned at the slow torturous pace his finger was setting inside you, so delicate and slowly that you didn’t even feel the pain of the first intrusion that had even happened on your virgin cunt.

“Sam,” you moaned when his fingertip brushed against a sensitive spot inside you, and he thumbed your clit before raising his body and climbing with his kisses until his teeth were playing with your nipples.

His lips sucked on your hardened nub, biting and tonguing it until it was completely pebbled and moving to the other side.

“Feel so good,” he bit the underside of your breast. “I can feel you, mistress. All your pleasure, all your desperation...”

You squeezed your eyes shut, riding the energy flowing through you.

“Faster,” you begged – no, you commanded.

Sam didn’t take more than a second to oblige, making tighter circles on your clit as you moved closer and closer to the edge.

“I can feel you’re about to cum,” he affirmed against your nipple. “Let me feel it mistress, please. I need it, I need to feel you cum on my finger, please.”

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marvelsbanner · 3 years

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Part of a Team

Summary: Wanda is the newest Avengers recruit and she’s having a hard time finding her place in this new life- maybe she can find it in you?

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x y/n, you

Warnings: Brief mention of death and blood, minor language (if you squint theres kind of compromising situations? nothing outright sexual)

Word Count: ~2700

A/N: Reblogs, likes, and comments are VERY much appreciated, all mistakes are my own! xx

**I don't own marvel and if I did Natasha would be alive**

Something was wrong. You were just in Strucker’s lab- just on the trail of one of the enhanced twins. The alarms were going off around you and your boots clanged on the metal floor- before you froze in your place, a red haze overtaking you and suddenly you were thrown into the daylight.

You felt tingles run through your veins and down your spine; your head throbbed. You felt vulnerable, seen. What the hell is going on-

You’re in the forest, you think. No- there are rocks. Big rocks-

Focus.

No, not rocks. Graves. Gravestones. Where the hell are you?

You drag your heavy feet over to the nearest, it takes a moment for your vision to focus.

Who’s grave? Who’s grave? Oh god. No no no- this, this can’t be-

Natasha Romanoff.

You felt like throwing up. This couldn’t be real. You dragged yourself to another stone situated nearby: Clint Barton. Beloved husband, father, and friend.

It felt like you couldn't breathe, you were just there with them. You were just there.

Your body jerks as cold hands grab your shoulders and spin your body to face them-

Steve.

You throw your arms around his neck, “STEVE! Oh god Steve! You’re okay- you’re.. cold” you feel something wet and sticky on your hand, pulling it back and seeing red. So much red.

“Steve..” you quickly stumble back, tripping in the process. It’s then you see- it’s too late. His body was grey and lifeless. He falls onto his knees and then collapses totally. You scream and scramble backwards, head hitting another gravestone in the process.

You turn to face it, to read another name of one of the team members you’ve come to call family- but it's not one of theirs. It’s yours.

It’s your name. A graveyard for the Avengers, Earth’s mightiest heroes.

Suddenly your body jolts and you take a sharp intake of breath- your ears are pounding. Everything hurts. But you see her- the enhanced. She’s looking at you with a look you can’t describe. It’s not fear, it’s not anger.. Pity? Empathy? You can’t look away from her, the glowing red eyes capturing you as their prey.

And then there was black.

A few weeks later and you’re back at the tower. Things have changed- the entire world has changed, really. The battle opened up new doors- literal new doors to new realms- that the world had previously thought impossible.

The team had expanded, with Steve’s friend Sam joining the team, as well as Vision, the synthezoid that helped the team to defeat Ultron.

There was also her.

Wanda Maximoff was one of the enhanced twins from Strucker’s experiments, you eventually learned. It was voluntary, but after learning about her backstory you think you would have done the same in her place.

She lost her brother- Pietro- in the battle and she took it hard. She didn’t come out of her room when she could help it. Clint was rather protective over her, maybe it was the fatherly figure coming out of him- maybe he was feeling guilt over being the one Pietro sacrificed himself to save. Either way, he was able to get her out of the room a few times and get her to eat. Vision also struck up a strange friendship with the girl- but then again, Vision was easy company, and rather empathetic for a synthezoid.

Everybody took a hit from when Wanda messed with their heads, some more than others.

You didn’t talk for a week.

Didn’t even talk with Clint’s kids when they wanted to play with you.

You didn’t hold it against her. She proved what a valuable asset she was to the team as she fought alongside the group. She did what she thought was right at the time, and that’s not something you could hold against anybody.

Ever since the Battle, Wanda has been staying in the Avengers facilities with the rest of the group, an official Avenger, but you could tell she was still uneasy around the team. She only talked when she was directly talked to and didn't come out of her room but for a few times a day for food and training, sometimes not even then.

And then there was you.

She seemed to avoid you like the plague. You weren’t even sure you two made eye contact for the entire first few weeks she was there.

At first you thought she just didn’t like you, that something about you rubbed her the wrong way, or something you had done had offended her.

But it was her eyes that gave it away- the same soft look that she gave you right after exploring the deepest and darkest parts of your mind that day at Strucker’s lab. She knew from the second it happened that she had hit a deep nerve, and she would continue to give you that damn look every time she thought you didn't notice her.

But you always did.

You couldn’t help it, the way you were drawn to her. She reminded you so much of yourself before joining the team, broken, and alone in your head. You wanted to know her. You wanted to be there for her, be someone to her, you didn’t want her to keep walking on eggshells around you.

And so, you told her.

You found her in the kitchen late one night. She was wearing flannel pajama bottoms and a garnet tank top with a plain gray robe overtop. Her hair was a mess, roughly shoved into a ponytail and her hands were cupped around a mug. She was blowing on what looked to be dandelion tea, and as you got closer the fragrant earthy smell confirmed your suspicions.

She looked adorable.

And slightly startled to find you alone with her.

“Evening” you said as a greeting as you made your way to the counter top.

She gave a tight-lipped half smile with a timid “Hi” before going back to blowing on her tea. She made a slight movement that looked like she was going to try to slip away before you continued,

“You did really well in training the other day. Cap can’t give you enough praise” you say, taking a seat on one of the counter barstools.

She looks puzzled for a moment over your attempt at small talk before getting out a “Thank you.”

You both stood there in silence for a moment, just looking at each other, feeling the air grow thicker with each second ticking by.

“I like the pajamas” you say with a small smirk. You yourself were still dressed for the day in your leather jacket and black jeans. You could have sworn you saw flush creep up her neck before she swallowed it down with a sip of her tea.

There was another silent moment as she gave you a quizzical look, “I don’t quite understand what’s happening here.” She says with a vague hand gesture to the space between them.

You gave a slight chuckle, it was very on-brand for Wanda to be straight to the point.

“Look, Wanda,” You rotated your body on the stool to face her more comfortably,

“I see the way you look at me when you think i’m not looking. You avoid me at any given opportunity, I actually think this has been the most words we’ve exchanged in your whole time living here.”

She raised her ducked head to look you in the eyes and gave a small shake to her head, “I don’t understand.”

You don’t break eye contact, but simply offer a small smile as you reply “I’m not afraid of you, Wanda. And I don’t hold anything from that day against you. All is forgiven, and I would like to move past that. I understand you believed everything you were doing was for the right reasons, and the only thing that it shows me is your dedication and loyalty to a greater cause. Even if it was the wrong one at the time.”

She looked shocked, to say the least. Her mouth slightly opening and closing as she pondered what to say in response.

“You all should be afraid of me. You see the chaos I’ve created and you think you know what I can do,” her voice caught before she continued, “But the truth is I don't even know what i'm capable of. I don’t belong here.” she says softly.

You give a sad smile before slipping off of the stool and moving closer to her.

“We all thought that, at one point or another. We’ve got a whole freak circus here, we’ve got more baggage than Delta flies in a year- that's, that's uh, an airline. My bad.” You elaborate after she gives you a puzzled look, holding back a smile at your stuttered explanation.

“Aaand I ruined the moment.” You give a small chuckle, before continuing “But my point still stands. Nobody belongs here more or less than anyone else. We’re all just here, that's the truth of the matter. We’re just a bunch of unlucky misfits trying to figure out how to work as a team. Just give it a try, and maybe you’ll find you fit in better than you imagined you would.”

At some point during your speech you had moved close enough to take her hand, and you look down at it now, blushing before going to move it away.

Before you could, she gives your hand a squeeze before moving in to place a gentle kiss against your cheek.

“Thank you, y/n.”

And with that she slips away to her room, leaving you alone with your racing heart and her lukewarm mug of tea.

The next morning you found yourself awake bright and early for another morning training session with Nat and Steve- but you had a guest this time.

“Wanda” you greeted, which she returned with a timid “Good morning.”

“I’m glad you could make it” you say, sincerely.

“I decided to take your advice.” She replies with the smallest smile pulling at her lips.

The two of you stood there for a moment, just taking each other in before Steve cleared his throat, “Alright, we should get started then. Wanda, I'll spar with you to start. Nat, you take y/n. Try not to kill each other, please.” He said with a humored smile.

You make your way towards the corner with Nat on your heels. She gives you a quizzical look with a raised brow, glancing between you and Wanda. You roll your eyes and shake your head, only responding with a pointed “Later,” before your legs sweep under hers and an arm wraps around her torso, flipping you both to the ground and landing with you on top of her.

“Using my own move against me, that’s a low blow y/n.” You both laugh, and you barely respond with a “I learned from the best” before she wraps a leg around your waist and grabs your wrists with one hand, flipping you over and pinning you to the ground. She winks and replies “Damn right you did.”

It went like that for another half an hour, the two of you going back and forth battling for the upper hand. Natasha was the one who had trained you since the beginning, and you could almost say you were near her equal now. Well, you could at least give her a run for her money in a spar.

The two of you were panting and glistening with sweat, cheeks flushed from the exercise when she gave you a mischievous wink and called out to the other two, “Hey grandpa, I think I’m done getting my ass kicked by y/n for the day. I want someone easy, come spar with me”

If looks could kill, the look you were giving her would have the assassin dead on the floor.

Steve only looked amused, grabbing a towel to wipe his own sweat as he responded “Bring it on, Romanoff. Try not to break anything, though. I’ve been told they want my bones for the Smithsonian” Nat rolled her eyes and gave a pointedly fake laugh before they made their way to the other side of the gym, leaving you and Wanda alone.

“Hi” you greeted. She responded with a small smile and a “Hi” in return.

She looked as though she were still catching her breath, the rise and fall of her chest was noticeably fast and her face was still adorned with a glisten of sweat and pretty pink flush.

The same flush you saw from her last night, standing in the kitchen with the dim light around her.

Oh God you were in deep now.

“Nat and I were just wrestling around, hand to hand combat kind of stuff, but I see you and Steve were boxing so it's up to you what you’d like to do.” you say quickly.

“Well.. I do have this,” She waves her hand to show her flicker of red powers “for missions, so I don’t think I really need that kind of training.” She says with a smirk, “But I admit, you seem like a good teacher. Maybe.. some basics?”

She was pushing it. Pushing at this, the same way you were pushing last night. Alright, maybe you could run with this.

You give her a teasing smile, “Alright then. We’ll start slowly. May I?” You ask, reaching out for her, but not quite touching.

“By all means” she says, and you can feel the familiar flush creeping up your neck again. You release a puff of breath and shake yourself out of your thoughts before stepping closer to Wanda, and in one fluid motion you had one leg behind hers, your left arm resting against her upper chest and your other at the small of her back, pushing her flush against yourself.

You could hear the small gasp she let out, smirking to yourself.

“This is a simple take down, easy to get out of, but good for beginning. Now i'm just gonna pull you down as slowly as I can-”

You bring her left leg out from under her and carefully let the two of you sink to the floor, leaving you straddled on top of her and pinning her arms to the ground. The air suddenly felt a lot warmer.

You meet her eyes, breath hitching as you feel her pulse quicken beneath your touch.

You clear your throat and begin again, “Like I said before, it’s easy to get out of, but you want to keep the element of surprise. Use your opponent's body weight against them, if you can twist your wrist to slip it out of their grip and use your hips to to flip-”

Before you could even finish she had you pinned beneath her, wind knocked out of you from the impact.

“Like that?” she said, looking down at you through hooded eyes, thick accent teasing- flirting?

You were suddenly very aware of your close proximity and compromising position- flush against each other with her hips straddling your waist; close enough to feel her rapid heartbeat.

“Yeah- that was- that was good” you sputtered out, barely able to hear yourself over the rapid beating of your own heart. Or maybe it was hers- you aren't sure you could tell the difference between up and down right now.

She gave a proud smirk and opened her mouth to say something before a certain synthezoid floated through the gym walls, clueless to the moment he was interrupting.

“Mr. Stark requests a team meeting and would like you to meet him in the conference room.” He said simply before turning and leaving through the wall again.

Wanda gave you a look that seemed to say we’ll finish this later and moved off of you. You missed the heat of her body immediately.

She offered you a hand up and you gladly took it, the two of you walking side by side in silence to the meeting, shoulders bumping and small smiles shared between you two as you think to yourself that maybe you could get used to this.

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praisehoes-and-runovervirgins · 3 years

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Chapter 3

Chapter 1 Chapter 2

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You hold the last box of your belongings close to your chest and take a deep breath nervously pressing the button to your new home. Wow, that sounds weird. Sharing a home with the Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight. Your chest tightens. “God, I better not fuck this up” you mumble to yourself as the pent house suite door opens. Noah stands in clear view of the door as it opens. You walk into the apartment. “Y/N'' he yells at the top of his voice. “Where were you? I didn’t see you. I was worried, '' he said all in one breath. He wraps his arms around your leg and takes a deep inhale.

You look at him confused and put the box down. You have to tear him off you so you can kneel down to give him your daily bear hug. As you do, you notice his teary puffy eyes. You look at him puzzled then suddenly, almost like something in you woke up you panic, “Are you okay baby?” you grab him by the arm and turn him around manically looking for a source of pain. He doesn’t answer. You grab his leg and pull his PJ's up to continue looking for some sort of bruise, anything physical that would explain him crying. “He was crying cause he didn’t see you” a voice said walking past you and Noah. You look up at Liam grabbing a piece of fruit from the counter. His face looked disinterested. “He woke up and he didn't see you, he thought you left,” he said, rubbing the apple on his shirt. You lock eyes for a moment as you try to read into his expression. Fuck, he’s just like his dad, so hard to make out what he’s thinking. The sniffles coming from Noah make you break your eye contact. You look at him with wide eyes. “It’s okay Y/N. I’m okay. Please don’t cry. I just thought..” he jumps on you again, this time throwing you both onto the floor. “I’m not leaving Noah” you say, squeezing him tight. You didn’t even notice when your eyes were wet before Noah pushed back on you. He wipes the tears out your eyes. You smile at him softly. A few moments with Noah went on about how he’s so excited about your room and how it’s really close to theirs. Where’s Bakugou? You look around distracted as Noah goes on. “He’s upstairs” Liam says walking towards you with a napkin. He hands it to you and turns on his heel as he takes another bite of his apple. You sit there stunned, holding the soft piece of tissue in your hand. “Did you hear what I said?” Liam says, grabbing your face with both hands and then smashing his face into your neck. “Let’s go find your dad, yeah?” you say as you start to pick Noah up.

Bakugou is on the floor, legs crossed as he’s holding a piece of your unmade bed frame. He has his phone pressed against his ear and shoulder. “I already told you I don’t want to go on another date with her” he growled into the phone. “Well, that’s not my problem. I don’t care what the public thinks about us.” he says a little louder. “Daddy!” Noah says running, throwing himself on his back. “Hey buddy” Bakugou says, ending the call in one swipe of his finger and tossing it on his lap. “What were you talking about?” he says, gripping Bakugou's neck a bit too hard. “You're trying to kill me buddy” Bakugou says, letting out a quick laugh as he releases Noah's hands off his neck. They sit there laughing for a little. I love seeing them like this. It’s so different from how the rest of the world sees him. Bakugou looks at you leaning on the door and cracks a smirk. “Are you gonna come into your new room or what?” he says, turning around to face Noah again. You feel like the wind was knocked out of you when he looks at you even for a second. I’m going to have to live with this man. You got this y/n? You steady yourself and walk over to them. You kneel down on the floor next to Bakugou, “Do you need help? I am pretty helpful with these types of things” you say taking the piece of wood off the floor. “For starters, this was supposed to go in that thing” you say giggling. “Ah fuck” he says rolling his eyes. “HEY, WATCH YOUR MOUTH” Noah scolds him. You all break out in laughter. You spend the rest of the morning setting up your new bed set. You told bakugou that you could just use the one you had in your old apartment but he insisted on getting you a new one. You can appreciate all the things he does for you, since you’ve almost moved in he’s gotten you the best of the best; everything from fancy towels to new hair products for your hair type.

“We’re off to the park” Noah screams at the top of his lungs towards your bedroom at Bakugou. He wouldn’t be louder if he tried. But then again, look who’s his dad. He usually doesn’t raise his voice around me but when he does, oh boy is that grown man loud. The walk to the near park was one of the best, Liam actually was talking to you about his classmates and how one of them has been giving him problems. You try to come up with a plan of how to deal with it. “If I tell dad, he’s going to make a big deal about it. I already get enough attention as it is.” he explains when you asked why you haven’t told Bakugou. “Well, I’m happy to hear you out. I’m not as hot headed as your dad” you laugh. He cracks a smile as you put an arm around him as you’re walking. After a few moments Noah bust between you both and yells, “are you guys done talking? I want a hug too” he says scrunching up his nose. You hug both of them. Noah pulls you close, puts his hand on the side of his mouth and whispers, “without him please”. This child is going to be the death of me. You pick him up and swing him into your arms. “You’ll have to let me go, we’re here guys” you say as you put him down. They both run off in different directions. You sit there on a bench taking in the warm sun. I can honestly do this everyday. This feels like.. You’re stopped mid thought when your phone starts to vibrate. Oh, the alarm I set for earlier. Well might as well check social media. I haven’t had much time since moving. The first thing you look at is twitter, you follow a few of your friends and some popular celebs.

“Did you hear about Dynamite and his new girlfriend?” you overhear two women say as they walk past you and take a seat on the next bench. What? “Oh my god. They look so good together. I would die to trade places with her”. You sit still for a moment trying to gather your emotions. Who is she? Why didn’t he tell me he was dating someone? I thought. I-I don’t.. You grab your phone quickly, opening it and going to twitter again. You search up, “Dynamite and” and there it is. You stare at your phone for a bit. There she is, a beautiful tall slender blonde woman arm in arm with Bakugou. You sigh in disbelief pushing your back into the bench. Why does this hurt so much? Fuck. Why do I even fucking care? He’s not even.. “Hey, are you okay?” says a deep voice. You turn your head, noticing the very handsome man next to you. “Yeah” you say, taking another breath. “You don’t sound okay” he says looking deep in your eyes. His hair is black as night and his eyes are deep purple, you can honestly get lost trying to figure out how many different shades there are in them. “Yeah, I just got some news.. I wasn’t expecting it” you say shifting your eyes down and moving some hair out of your face. “I bet. Boyfriend?” He says as he watches your face carefully for a reaction. You let out a slight giggle before letting out a breath and bite your lip, “no”. The man and you sit in silence for a minute. Fucking hell. Why do I feel like shit right now? This hot guy is next to me and all I could think about is you wrapped around another woman. Fuck this.. You lay your eyes on the man again. He’s about Bakugou’s age with a very muscular build, he has a couple white stands in his hair, he’s beautiful. “Which one is yours?” you scooch over towards him. “The little one over there” he points at the kid playing with Noah. He stretches his arm to rub the back of his head, you can clearly see him clearly stretching his muscles. You almost laugh out loud. Trying a little too hard buddy. You both make conversation for a while. It doesn’t take long before He’s asking you on a date, you accept of course. Maybe seeing someone else for a couple hours will help me get over this.. whatever this feeling is. After a few more minutes Noah comes over to you all sweaty trying to hug you. “Let's go home” you say with a smile. I feel like shit but I can’t even show it. This kid can read me like a fucking book. Okay, put on a smile y/n.

A few days have passed since you saw the pictures of Bakugou and his “girlfriend’. When you came home that day, you couldn’t even look at him. Why the fuck am I acting like he betrayed me or something. I’m just the nanny. Get a fucking grip y/n. Still, you tried to avoid him as much as possible. When he walked into the room, you would walk out, you ate dinner in your room unless Noah asked you to stay with him and you tried everything in your power not to look at him in his eyes. You were butt fucking hurt to say the least. After a few days you get the courage to talk to him. You take a deep breath before knocking on his office door. “Come in,” he says lazily. He’s sitting in his chair facing his computer typing away. He stops and cocks his head over his shoulder to look at you. You can do this. You need to do this. “Do you need anything?” he says, turning his head back at the computer with his hands still on the keyboard. “I-I I won’t be home Friday night. I don’t know what time I’ll be back” you say almost in a whisper. “Oh” you’ve caught his attention now. He turns off the monitor and swirls in his chair to face you. Fuck fuck fuck fuck “I checked your schedule and I saw you work till about 3. That gives me time to..” you say waving your hand around like a child explaining something. “Yeah, that’s fine” he says, eyeing you up and down. You look nervous, like you have something you’re hiding. “Cool” you say, taking a deep breath as you turn on your heel about to make a run for it. “A date?” he says in a low deep almost bitter tone. I was so close. I WAS SO FUCKING CLOSEEEE “Yeah.” you say turning back around to face his him. “With that guy in the park?” He says looking you up and down almost like he’s looking for a reaction. “Yeah, How did you..” you look at him confused. “When you guys came home Noah told me that you were upset about something while you were in the park and this guy started talking to you,” he said, crossing his arms. Why do I feel like I’m getting fucking scolded. “Yeah, I was pretty upset about something" you look away from him. How can I say: Hey, I was upset that you're dating a blonde supermodel because… well, I don’t know. Also, please sign my check sir without sounding like a total psycho. You quickly snap out of that thought as he stands up and slowly walks over to you. You’re still staring at the floor as he stands in front of you. “Is that why you haven’t said a word to me for days?” he says in a low tone, still arms crossed but this time biting his top lip looking for your eyes. You slowly look up at him. He’s so big and muscular next to you. He’s also wearing your favorite outfit. Those sweats and tank top combo will be the death of me. Your eyes finally meet his. In this moment you’re lost in his eyes, the intensity that’s usually there isn’t. You can’t quite put a finger on what he’s thinking or this unknown expression plastered on his face. It feels foreign but nevertheless it knocks the wind out of you. You feel your heart rate increase. “No” you say after some time staring into his eyes. I don’t believe her. “Okay” he says with a sigh. “Okay” you say back to him looking away. Tears start to form in your eyes as you walk away from the office. You take a moment to catch your breath in the hallway and turn back towards his office. Your body almost moves on it’s own. Maybe I should cancel. I don’t even- I don’t want anyone- Before you can knock on his door again you get a twitter alert. “Bakugou and girlfriend were spotted kissing in the park two days ago” it read. The pictures in the tweet were bad, you can barely even tell if they were kissing or not but It still made your chest ache. Bakugou opened the door to see you squinting at your phone trying to zoom into the picture. “Change your mind?” he said leaning on the door frame. You jump up and step back, you didn't notice how close you guys were. “No.” you say looking him dead in the eye. “Why would I? I am so excited” you say with a broken smile.

Bakugou and you don’t speak for the rest of the day. You are both noticeable in a bad mood.. “What’s wrong with daddy?” Noah says to Liam as Bakugou stomps around the house while you’re hiding in your room. “He’s jealous,” Liam says looking at Noah. “I have a plan, wanna help?” he says, smiling at Noah. Noah gives him the same devilish smile back.

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