#possibly tonight while it's like. right here buzzing around in the front of my head.

[byanyan]

main verse updates, developments, & additional headcanons

ㅤthanks to lena practically dragging them into it, byan is on the track team that she coaches at school. though they initially weren't all that interested, it's something they've come to enjoy a lot (even if they sometimes have to stop running for a little coughing fit) — they've always enjoyed physical activity, always enjoyed sports, but have never been particularly cooperative when it came to team sports (and always broke rules and got too violent when they'd try martial arts or boxing), so track suits them quite well. they quickly became one of the top performing team members and, though things were certainly rough in the beginning with byan being very abrasive and uninterested in their teammates, they've actually ended up pretty friendly with most of them over the months since they joined.

ㅤalthough they never planned to go to college, having zero interest in continuing in school once they were finally out of the hell of high school, they've come around on it a bit. this is mostly thanks to both lena and sol's encouragement and helping them realize they can go to learn something they actually care about — fashion design. almost entirely because of these two, byan is planning to apply to the local community college and is in the process of building a portfolio of their work for this purpose.

ㅤbecause of this plan, they're slowly becoming a (slightly) better student: attending class more regularly (though still skipping fairly often), paying a bit more attention in class, and even completing and handing in homework. they're actually on track to graduate now rather than flunking out. they may not graduate with flying colours, but it's enough for a diploma and that's all they care about.

ㅤjust because they're doing better doesn't mean that things are perfect, though. they still get discouraged a lot in their struggle with their (still undiagnosed) dyslexia, general inferiority complex, and overall difficulty in the typical school setting. it's not uncommon to hear them ranting about changing their mind about college, see them throw a textbook across the room, or catch them straight up burning their homework out of frustration. if they're feeling particularly awful and discouraged, they have a tendency to disappear for a few days, get themself into even more trouble than usual, get themself into more fights, and numb themself with drugs and/or alcohol. they come back around eventually, but sometimes it takes a bit of coaxing.

ㅤthough they still technically live in the group home, they spend almost no time there anymore, only really stopping by for food or appointments (when they don't blow them off, anyway). most nights they're either crashing on lena's couch or at sol's place, and even most of their belongings have been moved and split between these two locations.

ㅤat this point, the caretakers at the group home have more or less given up on trying to keep an eye on them or expecting any different behaviour from them. they've been in this particular home for several years at this point and, with their eighteenth birthday fast approaching (and with it the time where they'll be unable to stay there any longer), not much point is seen in trying to change anything anymore. byan has always been difficult to keep a handle on, efforts at controlling them to any extent met with aggressive rebellion, and it isn't seen as worth the hassle anymore. at least if they're off doing their own thing all the time, it means they're causing less trouble around the home.

ㅤthe boy they share a room with in the home, si-u, still covers for them a lot of the time, telling the caretakers and staff that oh yeah, byan was totally here last night. byan suspects he mostly does this because he likes having a room to himself, but it results in them being hounded a little less all the same, so they appreciate it.

ㅤof course, just because their future is looking a little less grim doesn't mean that everything has changed. they might have a boyfriend now, might have found themself some actual friends and even some familial figures, but they're still byan. they still love to go out and get themself into trouble, still love to fight, steal, and cause havoc for others, and still have a tendency to get themself in over their head or disappear without warning when their ptsd acts up. things are looking up and they might be feeling more fulfilled but, when it comes down to it, they're still them, and they still have a long way to go.

#feels like i'm missing something but this is most of what i've wanted to put out there #i want to make more of an effort at like. involving byan's development thanks to other muses consistent across the verse #i want it to have actual impact on them as a character no matter who i'm interacting with #i want their relationships with other muses to matter!! #i want to be able to mention the important people in their life in threads with others!!! #i want stuff to matter i want it all to intertwine i'm done with keeping everyone separate #and i'm done putting byan back to their default state when interacting with someone new!!!!! #their main verse especially will develop as their relationships with others develop and help them to grow and change as a person & characte #so here it is!!! this is where their main verse is at now thank u for ur time #......i'm actually having so much fun getting way to into talking about their verses though #so i think i'm gonna do one for their college verse & perhaps the future verse beyond that where they're an Adult adult too #possibly tonight while it's like. right here buzzing around in the front of my head. #idk bc i wanted to do some replies too but. we'll see we'll see i'm just rolling with it today #━━ ˟ ⊰ ✰ headcanon ⋮ danger in the fabric of this thing i made. #━━ ˟ ⊰ ✰ verse: modern ⋮ come on up / bring the pain. #━━ ˟ ⊰ ✰ verse details.

[wh0re43van]

Heart Shaped Box- (Warren Lipka X Reader)

Description: Your childhood best friend surprises you at work with a gift on Valentine’s Day.

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: none, unfortunately. (Besides weed use)

A/n: I was going to make this a longer fic with smut but I just really wanted to get this posted tonight 😭

Oldies Country tunes and static buzz from the outdated stereo as I restock the candies at the check out. I glance at the wooden analog clock above the exit; 9:00pm

“One more hour,” I sigh to myself as I trudge back to my stool behind the register. Working for my parents at their corner store is nice. It’s slow, I’ve known all of the regulars my whole life, and if I completely flunk out of college; at least I know I have a job. But something about sitting here alone on Valentine’s Day with the smell of stale (possibly mildewed) air and my Ma’s collection of taxidermy squirrels dressed up to look like the seven dwarves doesn’t seem fitting for a 19 year old girl. Especially since my parents went to Dollyworld for valentines day, leaving me completely alone. (Dollyworld is like Disneyland for people in Kentucky)

The rusted bells hanging above the door chime as cool air floods into the small store. I don’t bother looking up until the footsteps stop in front of me. My mood immediately lifts when I see a familiar face

“Hey, man! No date tonight?” I ask my best friend while he slips his lighter into his flannel pocket. I can smell the lingering smoke of a cigarette on his fingers as he reaches for a pack of gum on the display near my head. He flashes his dimples as he leans down onto the counter.

“Eh, it’s a stupid capitalistic holiday,” he shrugs as I reach down to grab him a pack of Newport 100s.

“Mmm okay Casanova,” I laugh as I take his cash. “So did you pick up from that new guy?” I ask excitedly when I remember that he was supposed to have picked up bud from out west.

“Mhm,” Warren smiles as he pops a piece of gum into his mouth. “That’s why I’m here, nerd. Let’s go spark,” he says as he turns on his heels.

“Warren, I can’t. I still have almost an hour until I can close,” I frown at the boy who’s slowly stepping towards the door.

“Oh, come on. Your folks are out of town, they’ll never know,” he smirks as he rests a hand on the door handle. I bite my lip, looking around the store, then back at Warren.

‘He’s right. I mean it is a holiday, after all, Most places close early on holidays,’ I look at Warren and do my best to fight back a smile. He looks at me with a shit eating grin, knowing I can’t say no to him.

“Give me 5 minutes to lock up,” I giggle as I pull the cash drawer out.

•

•

I closed the store faster (and worse) than I ever have. Within 5 minutes I’m hopping into the passenger seat of Warrens car. The familiar scent of stale smoke hits me in the face as I settle into my seat.

I shake the few snow flakes that found their way into my hair out as I turn all the heat vents towards me.

“Someone oughta’ shoot that groundhog for lying to us,” I joke as I rub my hands together hoping to get some warmth from the friction.

“Here, this will warm you up,” Warren laughs, fighting back a cough as he hands me the joint. His voice comes out raspy as the smoke rolls out of his mouth. I take the paper from his hand that’s cast in a yellow haze from the dim light shining from the side of the store.

As I take a hit from the joint I lean back in the seat before exhaling. The smoke tastes piney and almost a bit floral as it fills my lungs. After coughing so hard that I drool a litttle, my muscles relax almost instantly as the buzz fills my body.

“Damn, this really is good shit,” I laugh with my scratchy voice as I accept the drink warren has offered to me.

“Oh good. I’m glad you like it,” he smiles before twisting around his seat, reaching into the back. As he scrummages around his car, I take another hit.

“Dude, what are you-“I begin to question the boy but he cuts me off.

“Here it is!” He exclaims, before sitting back properly in his seat with a red heart shaped box in one hand and a mixed CD in the other. I quirk an eyebrow, waiting for an explanation. “Uh, happy Valentine’s Day, er, whatever,” he says with a small laugh, handing me the box. “I know I said that it’s stupid but, uh, ya know you’re a good friend or some shit,” he mutters with lidded eyes as he sets the red box in my lap. I can’t help but giggle at his awkwardness.

“Oh! Uh, thanks dude! I didn’t know we were doing presents or I would have gotten you something,” I say as I focus my attention on the red box.

“Nah don’t worry about it. Open it,” my best friend nudges me, seemingly very excited about his gift for me. I side eye him before handing him the joint so I can pop the box open.

I Take off the lid to reveal the expected assortment of cheap chocolates, but some of the spots of have been replaced with nugs. I look at Warren with a shocked smile and droopy eyes.

“Wow,” I laugh, trying to think of something to say. The THC in my system makes it a bit difficult to find something genuine to say to this unexpected kind gesture. “You really know what a girl wants,” I nudge him as I pop a piece of chocolate into my mouth. Warren chuckles as he inserts the burnt CD into his stereo.

“Yeah well I got hungry on the ride over here… figured I had to fill the empty spaces with something,” he teases. I laugh as I lay back into my seat. My ears perk up when I hear the intro to ‘November Rain’ by Guns N’ Roses. I lazily turn my head to quirk an eyebrow at Warren who looks almost nervous.

“You hate Guns N’ Roses,” I say with a small, confused smile, awaiting him to offer an explanation as to why he’s playing a band that he constantly complains has ‘sold out’. Warren let’s out a breathy chuckle.

“Yeah, uh, I do…” he looks away as he scratches the back of his neck. “But this is the song that was playing when the principal chased me around the gym for spiking the punch at our 8th grade dance, remember?” He explains, finally mustering up the courage to meet my eyes at the end. A laugh bubbles up through my chest as the memory comes flooding back to me. Warren had seen some kids do it in a movie, so naturally the 13 year old boy thought it would be brilliant to dump fireball into the fruit punch.

“Oh my god I forgot about that!” I wheeze, laughing so hard at this point that tears are coming from my eyes. “You got suspended for a month because you were convinced that ‘the cinnamon would complement the tropical flavor,’” I shake my head, finally catching my breath after my fit of laughter. As I wipe the tears from my cheeks, I notice Warren just staring at me with a goofy grin. There’s a glint of something in his eyes that I just can’t quite put my finger on… admiration, maybe.

“Yeah I was pretty stupid,” he laughs as he relights the joint. “But don’t forget that while he the principal was chasing me, you laughed so hard you pissed yourself,” Warren challenges as he hands me the spliff. My jaw drops before I slap him on the arm in mock defense.

“Hey I almost pissed myself. A little bit running down your leg doesn’t count,” I laugh as I blow the smoke out, watching it ricochet off the foggy windshield.

“Sure whatever,” Warren playfully rolls his eyes.

The conversation goes silent for a moment and when I look back at Warren, he has a more serious expression on his face. “I, uh, I think about that night a lot. I remember seeing you for the first time with your hair and makeup done, wearing that JCPenny dress that you hated but your mom forced you to wear… I remember thinking how beautiful you looked,” Warren says while he’s laying back in his seat, gazing through bloodshot eyes up at the roof of his car.

“Yeah that dress was the worst,” I say with a light laugh as I take a sip of his water. “I remember watching our moms hold you down and plucking your little unibrow before the dance. You screamed like a little girl and your forehead was red in all the pictures,” I laugh fondly at the memory. Warren scoffs, looking over at me.

“Woah that’s low. I compliment you and you bring up the most scarring moment of my life,” he snickers. “Uhm seriously though,Y/n. I’m, uh, really happy that you’re in my life,” his tone drops to a more serious one again.

‘What the hell is his deal?’ I think to myself in a moment of silence as ‘November rain’ continues to play in the background.

“God this song is long,” I sigh, furrowing my brows. I’ve completely forgotten what we were talking about, my mind clouded over with this extremely strong weed.

Judging by Warren’s huff and shuffle in his seat, I don’t think that he was pleased with my response. Then it clicks. The chocolates, the mixed CD, the heart to heart talk that he’s trying desperately to make work even though I’m stoned out of my mind, the fact that it’s Valentine’s Day.

“Are… are you flirting with me?” I ask, almost positive that that’s what’s happening, but still doubting myself. A large part of me is hoping that I’m right- larger than I’d like to admit.

“I’m fucking trying!” Warren laughs, his cheeks going red. I look at my best friend, seeing the handsome man that he’s growing into. A single moon beam shines from the sunroof, reflecting a sparkle in his ink pool eyes and illuminating his unkempt curls that frame his face. The car is filled with nothing but a long guitar solo as I get lost in my admiration for the boy.  I didn’t notice how uneasy my silence was making him. “But if this is weird for you-“  Warren looks away, awkwardly scratching the stubble on the side of his face.

“Then kiss me,” I say simply, interrupting him. Warren Looks at me as if his eyes are going to pop out of his skull.

“What?” He asks, shaking his head, obviously unsure if he heard me correctly.

“Kiss me,” I shrug, not elaborating anymore. Warren stares at me like a deer in headlights. I roll my eyes, then lean over the console. I place my hand behind his neck, pushing his lips against mine. It’s a small, sweet kiss but it still fills my stomach with butterflies. I pull away, leaving my face just inches from Warrens. He’s still just staring blankly but a small smile creeps onto his face.

“Spencer owes me so much money,” he laughs and then as If a switch flipped, he places his finger under my chin, then goes back in for another kiss. I’m shocked that he takes the lead this time, moving his mouth against mine in a heated exchange.

Warrens hands make their way down to my hips, holding me as if I could slip away at any second.

“Come here,” Warren demands against my lips, his voice laced with lust as he begins to lift me over the center console onto his lap. His tone makes my stomach flip, but I force myself to pull away.

“Warren, I’m extremely into this, but I don’t really want our first time to be in the parking lot of my family’s corner store,” I explain as I catch my breath, resting my hand on his thigh. The disappointment is evident on Warrens face, but he attempts to hide it.

“Yeah, no. I get it,” he laughs, running his hand through his hair. “I can die happy now honestly. I’ve been waiting to kiss you for seven years. I can wait another-” he begins to ramble- something he often does when he’s nervous.

“My parents aren’t home,” I interrupt with a mischievous grin. Warrens eyes widen.

“You mean-“ he asks as if he can’t believe what I just said.

“Yes, dumbass,” I nod my head, biting back a laugh. With that, Warren throws his car in reverse, whipping out of the parking lot as if the cops just pulled up. I attempt to scold him through my eruption of laughter as he jostles me around in the car.

#evan peters #evan peters smut #jimmy darling smut #ahs cult #kai anderson #kit walker smut #ahs fandom #ahs hotel #ahs asylum #ahs murder house #warren lipka smut #warren lipka #tate langdon smut

[strangemischieff]

She’s Always a Woman To Me—Steve Harrington x Reader

Summary: When Steve’s parents come home unexpectedly, he runs to his friend’s house for safety. (First posted fic, feel free to roast.)

A heavy breath escaped Steve’s lips as he pulled into the driveway of her trailer. The only way he knew for sure it was hers was the old blue truck he pulled in behind. He has only been here once before, just to drop her off, so he wasn’t totally sure of himself when he drove there. In fact, he wasn’t totally sure he knew why he drove here. In the past, when he needed somewhere to go, it’d be wherever his friend group was boozing at the moment, but that wasn’t an option anymore. He’d never thought he was bothered by that until this very moment while he was trying to work up the courage to knock on her front door.

She wouldn’t even know you were here, he thought to himself, if you turned and ran right now she’d never know and you can act like everything is normal and stop bothering her about something that’s not even a huge--he got out of the car.

Walking closer to the front door, he could hear music coming through the window in the back—The Pretenders—he almost laughed out loud. The urge to smile at the thought of her spinning records alone on a night before she’d have to spend the whole day in a record store was louder than the thoughts in his head telling him to leave her alone, she never given you any reason to think she likes you enough to help you out tonight, especially when it’s not even--he knocks 3 times.

Quickly, the music was lowered. Through the crisp air and buzzing of the summer evening, Steve could hear glasses clinking and muttered curses as small steps rushed closer to the door separating him from potential safety. Or, she could laugh in your face and kick you out. There are probably plenty of other people she’d rather be around tonight, especially after—

“Harrington?” Steve looked down with a tight lipped smile to see the girl that appeared behind the swinging door. He noticed her voice wasn’t condescending or at all teasing when she asked, “What are you doing here? Did something happen?”

“Naaah, I just, I-I-I thought I’d stop over because I, uh,” Wherever bridge Steve’s train of thought was careening off of was suddenly gone, replaced only with the question, “What the hell am I interrupting?”

Every strand of her hair was messily thrown into varying sizes of velcro rollers, her t-shirt was damp and hung to her knee, and there was a smear of something muddy on her face. Although he doesn’t think he’d ever seen her without black smudges around her lashes, darkly lined lips, and big red boots on, Steve Harrington wasn’t one to be shocked by a girl with no makeup on. He’d seen plenty of girls “before and after” a night out, so he had no explanation for why he couldn’t stop staring at her.

“Ha-ha, don’t answer my question with a dumber one,” she replied, leaning against the door frame. “Why are you here?”

Again, her tone was just soft enough to make him want to tell her everything that was pounding through his brain like horse hooves on a racetrack. Couldn’t do it, though. “I was in the neighborhood.” He was lying through his teeth and she knew it, and he knew that she knew it, which is why his heart swelled a bit when she told him to come in instead of questioning him further.

He didn’t think it was possible for a trailer to look like this from the inside. In fact, if you’d asked anyone in their graduating class to guess what the inside of her trailer would look like, no one would have come anywhere close. With the records lining the walls on shelves, big pillows and plush blankets on the couch, dim lighting, and photos and posters covering the walls, Steve thinks it’s the coziest place he’s ever been.

He wanted to tell her that; wanted to say thank you for letting him see her home and for answering the door at all and that he’s sorry people didn’t treat her well enough in high school just because they didn’t know any better and that he wishes he could have helped and he doesn’t really deserve to be standing in here at all, but instead he said, “what’s on your cheek?”

She turned her eyes, which looked like they were trying to read something on his face, to the mirror on the wall next to her. “Oh, it’s a facemask. I was kinda having a ‘me night’ before you got here.”

“Hence the new Pretender album I could hear from outside?” he teased, knowing she was going to question why he was there and trying as hard as he could to prolong that.

“Yeah!” she barked a laugh. “I finally got enough saved to snag one of the copies we have in the shop without having to skip out on groceries. Which I was totally considering, by the way.” This earns another big breath from Steve, both a laugh and of some relief at his success. After some silence between the two of them, she continues, “um, you could join me? If you want?”

“Yeah. Okay.”

———

“And this is supposed to do…what, exactly?” Steve scrunched his nose at the slowly hardening gray goop covering his cheeks. He was seated on her bed, hair pinned away from his face as he sipped on the glass of wine in his hand. She was across the room, leafing through the milk crate of vinyls under her desk.

“I don’t know, make your skin better? Close your pores? Something like that.” She waved it off, turning to him. “Stop doing that, relax your face. Hall and Oates okay?” She held the record up for him to see.

He nodded as she approached the record player. Did she know they were one of his favorites? “I’m offended that you think my skin needs the help.”

“Shut up, it’s more for fun than anything else,” she walked over to him as the static faded into the familiar opening chords of You're Out of Touch. As she put a hand on his cheek, the poetic timing of that particular song was not lost on him, especially while he was trying his hardest not to think about it. “I think we’re good to take it off now anyway. Follow me.”

He did so, into the tight space as she turned on the sink. She waited for the water to warm up, then dipped a washcloth into the stream, hopping up onto the counter next to the sink to face him. Resting her hand on the spot between his neck and shoulder, she began to wipe the facemask off of his skin.

“Am I hurting you?’

“No.”

“Then stop doing that scrunchie face again.”

Whether it was the glass and a half of chardonnay he had since getting to her place, or the steady rhythm of her dipping the cloth into the warm water, cleaning off his skin, rinsing the gray stuff off the cloth, and repeating, Steve’s tension had almost totally eased. So, he was caught off guard when she said, softly, “do you want to tell me why you came here?”

Steve held his breath and she must have noticed because she continued in the same tone, “you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want. But I know just talking about things usually helps me, makes my brain quieter. Or we don’t have to.”

Steve took a deep breath. She wasn’t watching him, staying vigilant to clean his face (which was quickly warming up, and he is blaming that entirely on the warm water and nothing else). But was looking right at her, and he decided he wasn’t afraid. In this tiny bathroom, he didn’t need to be.

“My parents came home,” he finally admitted. She didn’t pause her process, or speak, and Steve assumes she was waiting to see if he wanted to say more. “I didn’t expect them to, and as soon as they started talking to me I just…needed somewhere else to go. I didn’t want to be in my house anymore.”

She looked like she was thinking for a moment, before she said, “I know they’re not usually there. Do you prefer that?”

“You got that right,” he mumbled.

“I’m sorry, obviously I don’t get along well with my parents either,” she vaguely gestured to the trailer she lived in by herself, “But I don’t know how I’d handle my parents popping in and playing house all of the sudden,” she was looking at him with her big eyes.

Steve didn’t know what to say. He couldn’t remember ever feeling like it was okay to complain about his family, with how well off they were compared to people like her and the Byers. His mouth was opening and nothing was coming out. She hopped off the counter. “I don’t blame you for running out of there. But there’s no one to antagonize you like that here.” she laughed.

As she hung the cloth on the drying rack and handed him a fluffy towel for his face (telling him sternly to “pat, don’t rub,”) and began to rinse her own face in the sink, Steve continued, “I guess I just didn’t want to act like I was feeling sorry for myself. But the thought of staying in the house with them made me, I don’t know, panic. I just wasn’t ready to deal with it.

“I totally get it! You shouldn’t have to put up with that shit out of nowhere!” she raised her voice slightly to make sure he heard her over the rushing water.

Like the flowing of water from the faucet, Steve let his words flow from his mouth without stopping them, “They always want to grill me about my life, you know? And no matter what I’m doing, it’s never enough. Hell, I could tell them I’ve been elected president and they’d find a reason why I’m not doing enough! And what if I don’t want to think that far into my future just yet? What if I just want to ‘live for today’ or whatever. Oh, and don’t even get me started on how they acted when I told them about the breakup with Nancy. They NEVER take interest in my personal life until I mention that I’m single again, and all of the sudden they just want to talk about how I couldn't even keep a relationship with such a nice and promising young lady. And if I even try to defend myself my father will..”

Quickly snapping off the tap, she turned to face him, water dripping off of her chin. She seemed to be holding her breath, clearly expecting the worst. Although she might not have been too far off, he decided he’d maybe want to keep the details to himself for now, and waved himself off.

“You can stay here, if you wanna,” she told him when he didn’t resume the rant, “That way you don’t have to think about going back until you’re ready.”

Steve’s heart swelled at the offer, and despite feeling like it was more than what he deserved for this situation, he nodded his head, and she grinned. Looking at her, he noticed she missed a spot right under her eye, so he grabbed the cloth she used on his face, held her chin with his other hand, and gently wiped her skin clean. As she watched him carefully, she quietly told him, “you don’t deserve that, you know. I mean, no one does, but you really don’t.”

“Yeah?” he murmured softly, eyes flicking over to hers before returning to his task.

“Yeah. I think you’re doing just fine. Better than they’d pay attention enough to notice,” they stayed looking at each other.

“I’m still sorry for complaining,” he admitted, tone still soft. “I wouldn’t blame someone like you for being annoyed when someone like me complains.”

“Now you’re not giving yourself enough credit,” she pointed out, rolling forward on her toes and almost bumping her nose against his. “Besides, just because I might have some shit, it doesn’t make your shit any less…shitty.” Steve laughed, clearly confused, and she threw her head back in a laugh as well, tossing her wrist over his shoulder. “I just mean that two things can be sad at the same time. And you can tell me anything. I…I’m happy to listen.”

Steve looked down at their feet, both of them in a pair of her fuzzy socks (“they’re essential,” she had told him), and reached a hand up to wrap around her forearm. “Thank you,” he spoke deliberately as he brought his eyes back up to hers. “I think…I think I know that. I mean, that I can tell you…stuff.”

“Good,” she smiled. “Okay, let’s go, if you’re spending the night you’re watching ‘Raiders of the Lost Arc’ with me.”

The movie choice didn’t matter, by the end of the night. The two of them talked over it, and the next one, and the next; they talked about their parents or exes or the things that kept them up at night here and there, when one of them felt like they needed to. They laughed those laughs that make your face get all hot and make you feel like you’ve just run the mile in gym. Steve couldn’t remember the last time he laughed like that, and it was certainly more laughs than he would have had with his parents at home. They talked to each other until they couldn’t keep their eyes open anymore. And the next morning, when Steve wakes up on the couch with her feet on his lap, he decides that he’d never felt more at home.

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington one shot #stranger things fanfiction #steve harrington fluff #Steve Harrington x reader fluff

[bleedingichorhearts]

May I request more shenanigans about our Hydra boys and our knight?

Maybe this time, the reader is desperately trying to make a shopping list, and the astartes keep suggesting absolutely absurd and unnecessary things.

𝕬 𝕷𝖎𝖘𝖙 𝕺𝖋 𝕿𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘

𝕬𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗: Yes you may little Void! This is one of the ways I could imagine this going. Also, who taught our boi Hydra how to type?

𝕿𝖆𝖌𝖌𝖊𝖉: @kit-williams, @egrets-not-regrets.

𝕾𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖞: You go shopping, not without a knight and a few texts of course.

TW // None?

Planning on making spaghetti tonight, I made my way into the freezer to get some meat out of it when I realized there wasn't any.

Damn it, Hydra.

I sighed, closing the freezer and took a sticky note and pen off the counter next to the fridge. Clicking the pen, I wrote down 'If you need anything I'll be at the store.' on the note before sticking it to the fridge.

Grabbing my wallet from my bag and heading out the front door. I have almost made it into my car before I was stopped by Solor. The 'Mr. No fun" I heard the Asclepius say before and well... he wasn't wrong, most of the time.

"Where you are going, my lady?" He rumbled, walking up to me while I turned around to look at him properly.

"Nowhere apparently." I groaned, knowing that most of the time Solor doesn't like going anywhere. He likes staying in one spot to make sure everything was in its order.

"So, you were going somewhere?" He asked, shifting his weight.

"No, I was going to the moon." I sassed, barely putting my hand on the handle of my car door before I was lifted up into the air and placed on the silver pauldrons of Solors armor.

"That's no way to treat your chivalry." He huffed, placing his gauntlet on my thigh, squeezing it a little.

"My chivalry?" I questioned looking down at his helmet. "What kind of chivalry kidnaps their maiden?"

"Their maiden? No, this one's all mine." He grumbled. Squeezing my thigh a little harder than before. His helmet nuzzling into my thigh too as I smacked his helmet, my hand buzzing with numbness.

"Your maiden? Since-"

His helmet looked up at me and he growled. "Don't make me take you right here and now." The deep tone of his voice sent a shiver down my spine, bringing a flush to my cheeks. "Now, where are we going?"

"To the store." I mumbled, looking anywhere else but Solor.

-

A buzz came from my pocket while I put a jar of sauce into the cart. Pulling out my phone, I unlocked it seeing a bunch of notification's being sent to my phone.

Asclepius: Are you at the store?

Hydra: You left without me? :(

Levithan: Box?

'Yes I'm at the store. What do you need a box for?' I texted back, pushing the cart forward more.

Levithan: Box.

Hydra: Can I get a machete?

'No, you cannot get a machete.' I responded quickly, then pushed to the next aisle.

Hydra: Awww :(

Asclepius: What do you need a machete for brother?

Levithan: Box

"Yes, I'll get you a box.'

Hydra: Can I get some paint then?

Asclepius: Brother, stop ignoring me.

'No.'

Hydra: ...floaties?

'What could you possibly need floaties for? Do you even know what a floatie is?' I asked in the message. Looking up from my phone for a second to grab a box of brownies.

Levithan: Fabric.

Hydra: No, can I have a croissant lamp?

'What type of fabric? Also no.'

Levithan: Soft. Silky.

Asclepius: May I get a 3-man chess board?

'I have never heard of that, but I can look.'

Hydra: A turtle?

Ascelpius: Oh, and a bean bag chair.

'Didn't you just steal some turtles?'

Hydra: Meat?

'I'm getting some for dinner, and DON'T EAT IT.' I typed the last words clearly.

Hydra: :(

Asclepius: Beans will go well with tomorrow's dinner.

'How do you know of tomorrow's dinner?' I asked. Wondering if he's been getting into stuff he shouldn't be, grabbing the said can of beans.

Asclepius: It's a perk.

Levithan: Swimsuit.

'You. Want a swimming suit?' Thats a weird one. I can't imagine an Astartes in a swimsuit. Would their suit beneath their armor count?

Levithan: No. You.

'Me?'

Asclepius: I think he means lingerie.

Hydra: :D

Levithan: Yes.

Solor: That's enough.

Looking behind me. I gave Solor a questioning look, his visor staring back at me. My phone buzzing in my hand again as I had a sneaky feeling that Solor was doing more than just staring.

Hydra: Buzz kill.

Solor: Get back to your shopping. I've got things to do.

'Well you get back to your guarding then.' I snapped back in text. Feeling the fiery warmth of his gaze now.

Hydra: oooOooo

Another, quick notification slid down the top of the phone screen. A personal message from Solor.

Solor: 'You will not be returning home safely.'

Turning back to Solor behind me, I flipped him off. Watching as his gauntlet tightened and loosened. Another buzz coming from my phone as I looked back at it, reading his new message.

Solor: 'You will be not returning at all.'

Ah, worth it.

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[winniethewife]

Why do we like to hurt so much? (Jake Lockley x Reader)

A/n: Request by @sejanusxfan

Warning: light angst.

Words: 753

Jake stood in front of the mirror adjusting his tie as he trys his best to look as sharp as possible.

“Date tonight Jake?” Steven asks from the side mirror, a smile on his face.

“Hopefully.” Jake smirks back. Tonight was the night. He was going to convince her, that he was the one for her. after so many tries, so many rejections, he was going to do it.

“Not this again…She’s not interested you need to let it go” Marc spoke from the other side. Rolling his eyes at Jake, seemingly tired of his “obsession”.

“Eh, you don’t know what I’m planning Guapo I’m sure to win her over this time.” Jake says as he pulls his cap down, before wandering off grabbing his keys and heading to the bar where he was going to meet her.

~

As Jake was almost at the bar, he spots her… on the arm of another guy. Jake felt his heart drop as he saw this. He tried not to let it show as he wanders over to them. He felt his blood boiling, this guy had his arm around his girl.

“Hola, preciosa.” Jake says with a smile. He was trying to act natural while assessing the situation.

“Hey Jake, this is my boyfriend Micha! Micha this is Jake, my best friend.” She says, Jake tried to pretend that didn’t hurt. He holds out a hand for Micha to shake.

“Pleasure.” He says lowly. As they walk inside he turns to her. “I’m gonna grab a drink.” He gives her a wink and wanders over to the bar. Ordering something strong. He didn’t know how he was going to get through this, the girl he was in love with was on another man’s arm. Maybe he could just…Get rid of him…it would be easy enough… He looks over at the girl and a smile reappearing as he looks at her. She may be smiling and laughing because of this other man, but soon it will be because of him, he know it.

~

Jake wipes the blood from his knuckles with a handkerchief as he sat in his car. That Micha guy wouldn’t be a problem anymore, he had beat the guy within an inch of his life and made him call her and break up with her. Now he just waited. Looking at his cell phone where he had left it on his dashboard. Just as he was starting to get antsy it buzzed. He picked it uo and looked at the caller ID it was her. He smiled.

“Hola, Lockley here,” He answers as if he wasn’t expecting her call. He hears her sniffle, she was crying.

“Um…Hey Jake… C-can you come over? I-I could really use a friend right now…”

“Princesa? What’s wrong?” He asks feigning concern. He knew what was wrong.  And he was going to make it all better.

“My…Micha broke up with me…and…I don’t wanna be alone right now.” Her voice broke and she started to cry again.

“Shhhh…..Hey, Hey sweetheart…I’m on my way bebita. Don’t you worry.” He turned the key to his car and started on his way.

 “Thanks Jake.” She said softly before hanging up. As he made his way to her apartment he couldn’t help but feel giddy. This time, this time she will fall for him. This time they will love each other. This time he will get everything he wanted. He knocks on her door, ready for this love to begin. She opens the door, tear stained cheeks. He puts on a concerned face and looks at her sadly.

“Preciosa…what did he do? Do you want me to find him?” He takes her into his arms and holds her close.

“No…its not worth it. I just want to sit on the couch and watch those stupid shows you like so much.” She pouts.

“Estúpido? No, Telenovelas are not stupid!” he says in mock offense. They sit down on her couch, he wraps his arm around her as they watch the show. He leans in and says softly in her ear. “You know, if you were mine, I would never let you cry.” She chuckles slightly.

“Stop teasing Jake, you know I don’t think of you that way.” She playfully punches him. it might have well been a real punch. He tried to disguise his hurt. He lets her cuddle into his chest and he sighs. Maybe…Maybe it would be better to just pretend, then let his heart get broken all over again.

~

Translations:

Guapo: hansome

Hola, preciosa: Hello Gorgeous

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[ametrinearrows]

Exploring Courage

The arena was buzzing with excitement as the WWE Superstars prepared for another night of electrifying action. Amid the bustling backstage environment, I found myself deep in thought. Tonight was different – it wasn't just another show. It was the culmination of months of hard work, dedication, and a chance to showcase our talents on the grand stage. But there was something else on my mind too, something that had been lingering for a while. 

 As I glanced around, my gaze fell on YN YLN, a fellow WWE Superstar and my best friend. She was in the midst of preparing for her match, her focus unwavering as she went through her pre-match rituals. We had been through so much together – the highs, the lows, the victories, and the setbacks. And yet, there was something I had been wanting to say, something that had been dancing at the edge of my consciousness for far too long. 

 Taking a deep breath, I approached YN as she took a break from her preparations. "Hey, YNN." 

 She looked up, offering me a warm smile. "Hey, Miz. Nervous?" 

 I chuckled, a nervous energy of my own bubbling beneath the surface. "Yeah, you could say that." 

 YN tilted her head, studying me curiously. "You seem a little off. Is something bothering you?" 

 I hesitated for a moment, my gaze meeting hers. It was now or never. "Actually, there's something I've been wanting to talk to you about." 

 YN's eyebrows furrowed in concern, and she motioned for me to continue. "What is it?" 

 I took a deep breath, my heart racing a mile a minute. "YN, you know we've been friends for a long time, right?" 

 She nodded, her expression softening. "Of course, Miz. You're one of my closest friends." 

 I nodded, my resolve growing stronger. "Well, lately, I've been feeling like there's something more between us. Something that goes beyond friendship." 

 YN's eyes widened slightly, surprise evident in her features. "Miz, I..." 

 I quickly raised my hand, stopping her before she could respond. "Hold on, YNN. Let me finish." 

 She nodded, her expression a mixture of curiosity and uncertainty. 

 I took a deep breath, gathering my thoughts. "YN, I've been thinking a lot about us – about how we support each other, understand each other, and have each other's backs no matter what. And I can't help but wonder if there's something deeper here. Something that we've been ignoring for a while." 

 YN looked thoughtful, her gaze distant as if she were reflecting on our history together. 

 "In a way," I continued, "it's like we've been dancing around the idea of being more than just friends. And I think it's time we confront that." 

 YN met my gaze, her eyes searching mine for sincerity. "Miz, I value our friendship more than anything. You mean so much to me." 

 I nodded, a mixture of hope and nervousness churning within me. "I know, YNN. And I value our friendship too. But I also can't ignore the way I feel." 

 She sighed softly, a conflicted expression crossing her features. "This is a lot to take in, Miz." 

 "I know it is," I admitted, my voice filled with earnestness. "And I don't want to pressure you or make things awkward between us. But I needed to be honest with you." 

 YN's gaze softened, and she placed a hand on my arm. "I appreciate your honesty, Miz. And you're right – we've been through so much together. Maybe it's time we explore what's been right in front of us." 

 A surge of hope filled me, and I couldn't help but smile. "So, you're saying..." 

 YN chuckled, a playful glint in her eyes. "A little liquid courage might make this easier." 

 I grinned, relieved that she understood what I was trying to convey. "You mean you're up for this?" 

 She nodded, her smile genuine. "I think it's worth exploring, Miz." 

 As the adrenaline of the impending show coursed through my veins, a new kind of excitement joined the mix – the excitement of possibility. YN and I had shared countless moments, faced challenges together, and stood by each other's side. And now, as the stage was set for another epic night, I couldn't help but feel that our journey was taking a new, unexpected turn. 

 As the lights dimmed and the crowd roared, I took YN's hand in mine, the promise of what lay ahead filling the air. Our paths were intertwining in a way we had never imagined, and as we stepped onto the grand stage of WrestleMania, I knew that this night held the potential to be the beginning of something truly special – a connection that went beyond friendship, fueled by the magic of the WWE world and the genuine bond we had formed. 

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[lokisgoodgirl]

Grandmaster’s Favourite [Part 2] [Dom!Loki x Female Reader] 18+

This is part TWO - part ONE is here :)  A link to my Masterlist is HERE  Summary: When Grandmaster and your self-appointed 'new' daddy meet after your intimate encounter, what could the consequences possibly be? (Spoiler: Smut.) (w/c 2.4k) Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Heavy smut. Coercive behaviour. Language. Daddy kink. Praise kink. Oral sex. Public sex. Grandmaster being a creepy weirdo.

You stepped on to the elevated walkway of The Commodore with a deep breath. A worn red carpet was underfoot, the one he always rolled out at these things, the sound of polite laughter, clinking glasses and the buzz of conversation meeting your ears from above.

Loki (if that was his real name) had made good on his promise. A slave had appeared ten minutes after his departure holding a voluminous skirted dress of satin, strapless with hard boning at the chest, a rich sinful emerald green.

It was like nothing you had ever seen, not on Sakkar anyway, but it fit perfectly. Suspiciously perfectly. A bit like how his insatiable cock had fit perfectly inside your ravenous slit not an hour before.

You reached the top of the ramp and Topaz ushered you roughly inside, brandishing the melt stick as she was known to do, ‘they’re all waiting for you, slag’ she muttered as you boarded the familiar vessel, the orange walls stinging your retinas.

‘There she is, my most beautiful one’, Grandmaster’s voice cut through the small crowd which squeezed tighter together on the craft, parting in his wake as he extended his draped arms with a flourish and descended on you like a gas, ‘we’ve all been…waiting… for you to arrive – haven’t we? - my my don’t you look splendid tonight, doesn’t she look splendid?’

He turned from his audience, who murmured in gratuitous agreement, as he kissed you firmly on the lips; his thin skin floating from the muscle underneath like tissue paper as he moved them against yours.

‘So let’s get this –uh- show on the road…shall we?’, he clapped twice and the driver obediently started the engine, soaring into the open vaults of the hanger as Sakkar rose behind you, towers illuminated in speckled lights and bathed in the glow of a dozen wormholes.

You sipped your drink as the guests’ began to intertwine around you, exquisite clothing being peeled off layer by layer under greedy hands as moans began to fill the air over Grandmaster’s tuneless music blasting from the sound system.

There was no pretence at his orgies, it was a case of board and fuck and everyone knew it. The crème of Sakkarian society desperate to let off steam, and earn some favour while they were at it.

‘Grandmaster’, a familiar voice made you snap your head around as your mysterious lover made his approach, your pussy clenched at the memory of his grip on your hips – the bruises still fresh.

‘Thank you, for the invitation. What an honour it is to-‘

His velvet overtures were interrupted as Grandmaster flapped his hands, brushing away his honeyed words like smoke.

‘Please, please...’ he started, ‘- it was the least I could do. A…a handsome man like you? You are a man? …yes, I thought so, well- all the entertainment you’ve uh, bestowed on me this last week…’ he trailed off, his concentration broken by a grunt as an elderman came loudly in the corner.

Loki’s eyes flickered towards you, running them across your body as he observed you shift awkwardly on your feet under the green satin, your mask slipping under his intense gaze as he listened to the ramblings of the madman in front of him.

‘Have you met my most beautiful one?’ Grandmaster’s hand flounced toward you, holding an invisible orb, ‘She is quite something, everybody says so. Everybody. Fell right out of that wormhole over there…the most beautiful in all Sakkar…’

You stared over Loki’s shoulder, trying not to meet his eyes as you saw his mouth twitching in a suppressed smile.

‘Yes, Grandmaster. We met earlier this evening, in fact...’ his words dripped with innuendo as realisation finally sparked for your benefactor.

‘Oh yes’, he clapped, ‘I gave you a little taste of my a-huhh-huh-huhh, so uh- …so, how did it go? Do you see why she is prized above all others – I told you; I told him - I said there was none finer. None finer in all the galaxy, and he challenged me didn’t you, didn’t you…mischievous handsome man person…’

His nobbled fingers waved towards Loki as he goaded his new toy, relishing the anticipation of the compliments of his prize whore that were sure to follow.

‘She was…compliant.’

‘Compliant?’ Grandmaster’s brow furrowed towards you as he processed Loki’s words, so far removed from the lavish praise he was expecting.

‘But my most beautiful one is uh… she’s prized for how she bestows her attention- her…affection…’,

He licked his lips as his lustful gaze burned into your cheek,‘although she is compliant I’ll give you that, but it’s not the first word I’d…not the first word I’d use…’ he chuckled without mirth as his eyes swung back to Loki, staring at him with questioningly as Loki’s eyes swung in turn to you.

‘I think she enjoyed it, pretty thing’, Loki’s casual observation rolled over you like the cold air when he had ripped your dress in two with his bare hands. You could feel yourself becoming wetter under his punishingly hot gaze as he talked down to you. Belittled you.

‘Enjoyed it? ’Grandmaster scoffed as he rolled his eyes.

‘I feel just awful…my beloved new friend…’ the old man turned to you, hands on his hips, his pathetic erection outlined through his silken tabard, ‘-most beautiful one…how could you let me down like this?’

You didn’t bother forming words. You wouldn’t need them.

‘Show him…I want you to show him why you’re the best. Now.’

Your eyes raised from the floor, trailing once again up the familiar god-like body of the man who called himself Loki. The tantalising blue leather wrapped invitingly around his thighs, his wide hips nestling his growing arousal as he stood with his arms folded, a devilish grin spread over his handsome face framed by those devastating dark curls.

‘Come over here, my friend...my dear friend, sit..’ Grandmaster ushered Loki towards him as Topaz slid a cushioned stool across the smooth floor, ‘Topaz, stay close – I may need you...’,

Grandmaster’s gaze fell on you as his cock again twitched under the fabric. Nothing turned him on more than the threat of a melting. Sick fuck.

You sank to your knees in front of Loki, your dress puffing out around bended legs, your breasts rising as the pressure of the thick bodice lifted them skyward towards your charge. A finger brushed under your chin, lifting it gently – it belonged to Grandmaster.

‘Don’t let me down, most beautiful one.’

You shifted your gaze to the man between whose legs you knelt, your bare calves pressed against the cool floor as the cacophony of lustful moans and slapping of skin from other guests boomed around your ears.

He flexed his hand, a strange green shimmer falling over his lower body as his leather trousers disappeared before your eyes, audible gasps of amazement from temporarily distracted onlookers accompanying the display.

‘Just a little party trick’ he drawled, as Grandmaster clapped deliriously beside him with excitement as the man’s thick cock appeared through the opaque haze, standing proudly as though he hadn’t fucked you senseless the hour before.

‘Now, pretty whore, show me this party trick of yours I keep hearing so much about...’ he leant down to you as you shifted on your knees, your pussy swollen and slick between your thighs, his voice like lightening in your veins as he whispered seductively in your ear, ‘show daddy how much you’ve missed his big cock while we’ve been apart…’

He straightened, widening his legs as you raised your palms to his muscular thighs, sliding them over the bulging muscles that had propelled his delicious cock into your pussy as he made you cum harder than you ever had in your life, harder than you probably ever would again.

You stopped to inhale the heavy scent of his base, a thatch of fine dark curls surrounding the stalk of his beautiful manhood – thick, long, pale – the velvet skin graced along your lips as you drank it in, feeling him shudder minutely beneath you as you wound your hand around him, bending him towards you.

Your tongue reached out to meet his tip, your eyes never leaving his as you sucked him slowly between your lips, watching his brow crinkle in pleasure as he felt your wet, hot mouth consume him, wanting to close his eyes but not being able to look away.

You broke eye contact, focusing on the job at hand as you slid him further into your throat, his hand finding its way to your hair in a move that was almost familiar as he pressed down on you, more gently than before. You began to suck. His soft moan vibrated against your shoulders as it filled him, growing louder and more ravenous as he squeezed his thighs together against you.  Your tongue began swirling at his tip, a figure eight of fluid motion hitting all the right spots which, luck permitting, had Grandmaster cumming down your throat in seconds.

The man above you growled wantonly, you felt a judder as he slammed his shoulders against the wall of the ship in a primal show of pleasure. Your drenched pussy throbbed with pride as you returned to sliding up and down his wide girth, bearing down with all the pressure your already bruised lips could muster against his straining length, your fingers tightening around his base as he squirmed underneath you – all pretence of control gone as he relished whatever...this was.

‘Yes –that’s it, that’s my girl...that’s why she’s the best – that’s what I always say, I do – I say...-’ Grandmaster’s voice chirped over your shoulder before he was cut off with a deep growl;

‘will you please desist…’, Loki’s voice strained to conceal anger under politeness as his grip on your hair tightened in a fist, letting out a broken moan, his head resting on the wall behind him, black curls scattered across his regal brow as he began panting under the ministrations of your tongue.

‘Yes darling, that’s it...right there’, he keened loudly as you moaned around his desperate cock, ‘show daddy how much you want his hot cum dripping down your throat my most beautiful one…’

‘ Huh, what? No. Daddy? No..my...most beautiful, no she’s my beautiful one just so that’s clear...’

Grandmaster’s feeble protestations melted in the white noise of orgasmic din around you as Loki thrust his hips upward into your ready mouth, fucking your face as you took everything he had, sucking relentlessly as your strong fingers controlled his movements, making him work for it – making him last.

‘Norns,you are incredible –fuckk...yes...you’re being such a good girl for me, daddy’s good girl my sweet fuhh-’, you flicked your tongue against the underside of his tip and he bucked upwards, his thoughts scattered as his climax raced towards him under your control.

‘Norns? Norn? What’s a Norn is that a- is that a – what a, a some kind of a musical instrument…?’

Loki was incandescent with pleasure. The rambling commentary of the Grandmaster a dimension away. You pictured his beautiful face contorted with need, his cheekbones hollowed as he panted with the effort of controlling his lust, you wondered if he wanted to slide you on his lap and fuck you. You hoped he did. You could feel the wetness of your pussy sliding across your inner thighs, begging for attention, begging for the man writhing under your tongue to be inside you.

‘Do you want it, darling – do you want daddy’s seed inside you again? Do you want me to claim you for good? Inside your pretty mouth this time hmm?’

Somewhere, somehow, he had regained control of that smooth voice of his...it penetrated you straight to your core. You could cum from his voice alone, you thought. Maybe you would.

You nodded enthusiastically. The ache in your jaw starting to throb as your lips stretched around him, ready for the final flourish as you lapped at his cock wantonly, being everything he needed. His slut.

You slid him down your throat, the suction against your cheeks causing his thighs to shake as his hands gripped the stool underneath him, knuckles white as he anticipated his release. You pressed down with your lips hard against his tip, falling immediately downwards on his saliva-soaked cock and repeated the motion – words that could be nothing but curses dripping from his lips like acid rain as he fought against it – and lost.

You felt his thighs tense, one of his hands shooting to wind in your hair – his bodily tells pre-empting a thunderous moan that accompanied his thick juices enveloping your greedy tongue, hitting the back of your throat as you devoured him. You wanted to savour every inch of his manhood while you could as he shook underneath you, his strong thighs crushing into your bare shoulders as he rode out his climax inside you, a moaning mess before you as you ensured that you licked every drop of cum from his tip.

You slid backwards, raising your eyes to his face. His chin was tipped upwards to the ceiling, his initially perfect hair mussed against the wall, his chest heaving, dark lashes defined against his pale skin as his eyes closed, bathing in post-orgasmic bliss. They fluttered open, and he looked down at you with something that may have passed for kindness. He extended his slim fingers that you wanted to plunge into your aching pussy, brushing them against your lips as his thumb gathered a thick trail of his cum which escaped from your grasp. He held it in front of you.

‘Suck, darling’, he smirked.

You obliged, your pupils blown wide with lustful anticipation as you lowered your lips on to his thumb, sucking it gently, running your tongue languishingly around the tip.  

‘Hey..-hey!’

You rolled your eyes as Grandmaster prodded your shoulder and Loki’s smirk grew to a smile of recognition of your infuriation. He pulled his thumb from your resisting mouth slowly, tugging it gently from your lips.

‘I have to say...I’m upset. I’m upset with the whole daddy, beautiful one, daddy talk. And now the thumb? That was not...you know... not very polite...especially to your host- not polite at all- and for gods sakes will someone tell me what a Norn is-’

Loki flexed his fingers and the delicious leather trousers reappeared disappointingly across the expanse of his skin as he regained his composure, ‘Grandmaster...you were right. She is the finest the galaxy has to offer. I concede defeat in our wager.’

He flashed a dazzling smile as he looked expectantly at his host, his gaze flickering to the melt stick wielded by his number two.

The old man’s features softened, as he bathed in the compliment, ‘well...I told you, what did I tell you? – she is the best..’ -

‘...the best.’ Loki echoed, jumping expertly back into his good graces.

A woman draped herself over Grandmaster’s shoulders wantonly, allowing Loki a moment to dip down – a stolen whisper hot in your ear delivered in dark tones, fanning over your skin like static as you knelt before him.  A threat or a promise...you weren’t sure which, and at this point you didn’t care.  

‘Good show, darling. But daddy isn’t done with you yet.’

__

A/N: I feel like this now needs a part 3. It does, doesn’t it? Is it me? Am I the problem? 

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[twstinginthewind]

Ho ho ho!!

Hey @spadecentral !! I'm your @twstedsecretsanta Secret Santa this year! It's a pleasure to meet you, and I hope you enjoy this story, Have a very, very Merry Christmas!

You'll Be Doing All Right With Your Christmas of White,

But I'll Have an Ace-Deuce Christmas

Deuce Spade drummed his fingers against the edge of the worn wooden desk. It was strange, he thought; it was so much harder for him to focus in the quiet of the empty apartment than it was in the cheery, lively halls of Heartslabyul. And he had been looking forward to the peace and quiet of home so that he could catch up during the winter break, too. Deuce sighed, and looked back at the schoolbook in front of him. The dense blocks of text remained absolutely impenetrable, no matter how many times he tried to reread them. He groaned and pushed his hair back from his forehead. Deuce didn’t want to admit it to himself, but he was bored. One hundred percent, grade-A, professional-grade, mega-sized, industrial-strength bored.

Deuce scooted the desk chair back, and spun it around so he could face the rest of the apartment. He and his mother had started to decorate the place for Christmas earlier that day, and they had even gotten as far as starting to assemble their artificial tree, but she had been called into work to cover an extra shift before they had had a chance to finish it. She had told Deuce, as he finished putting the pieces together, that he could decorate it while she was gone. He said he would as she stepped out the door. But Deuce took a long, hard look at the boxes of ornaments that they had collected over the years. Some handmade, some store-bought, some gifted; there were a lot, each with different fond memories attached. It was suddenly too much to handle. Overwhelmed, Deuce decided to try and study, instead.

He looked over his shoulder at the desk. Well. That plan hadn’t been going very well at all, had it? Deuce slowly spun the chair back towards the desk, guiltily reaching for the book.

*BUZZ!*

His phone rattled across the surface of the desk, pulsing with its not-so-silent ring. He picked it up before it could shake its way off the surface, and grinned. It was Ace, with a video call! He tapped the screen to accept it.

“Hello?”

Ace’s face was crowded close to his camera, and filled Deuce’s screen. “LOOSEY-DEUCEY, WHAT IS UP??” he crowed. Ace pulled back the camera a bit, revealing a fluffy red-and-white Santa hat perched on his head. “I’m finally being released from the Trappola Family Holiday Photo sesh! Mom ‘n Dad wanted to get one with us all around the tree this year. And like every other year, it takes forever and a WEEK to get something Mom’s happy with.” He waved a hand dismissively. “Whatchu doing?”

“Not much,” Deuce admitted, leaning back in the desk chair. “Studying, or at least trying to.” He shrugged. “It’s quiet here tonight, so I thought I’d try to keep up with classes.”

Ace made a sour face. “Studying. Ugh! You are aware we’re on break, right? Can’t keep up with classes that ain’t in session. Honor student wannabe.” He rolled his eyes, smirking. “Well, while you were hitting the unnecessary books, I was gettin’ our Christmas tree to look as cool as possible. Check this out.” Ace reached for the phone, and Deuce’s screen went from his friend’s face to a shot of a glittering, brightly lit tree. Ace’s voice went on. “I got to add some new stuff this year, so, look, look.” The camera got closer to the tree, focusing in on certain branches. “I made some ornaments out of mini playing cards, did a couple paper stars, and, I’m proud of this. Look!” The view panned over to a very familiar paint-splashed rose. “I used some of the pins from my dorm uniform, too. Temporarily, of course. There ain’t a bit of this tree that I didn’t make look cool!” The screen flipped back over to Ace, looking smug.

“It really is great,” Deuce mumbled. He guiltily side-eyed the tree he had abandoned in favor of staring blankly at his history textbook, then back at the phone. “You did good, Ace.”

“I did AWESOME, you mean.” Ace all but patted himself on the back, making Deuce chuckle. “Now show me yours!”

“Excuse me?” Deuce straightened up.

“Your tree, genius. I wanna see!!”

“Oh.” He stayed still for a moment. “It’s, uh. A work in progress.”

Ace blinked. “You’re not done with it yet?? Then why are you studying?”

Deuce leaned his chin into his hand, elbow propped on the desk. “I dunno. I guess it seemed like too much to do on my own?”

“So work on it with your mom, dude.”

“She’s at work. They called her in for a long shift at, like. The last minute.” Deuce shrugged. “We were gonna do it tonight, too. She kinda asked if I’d take care of it, but….” His voice trailed off.

“But?” Ace needled him.

“You know,” muttered Deuce.

“You need help with it.” Ace looked at his watch, and nodded. “Okay. When’s your ma gettin’ back?”

“Midnight, why?”

“It’s six-thirty now. I’m maybe twenty minutes from you, I think?”

Deuce shook his head. “Maybe? But—”

Ace cut him off. “But, nothin’. I’ll have my bro drop me off, we’ll bang this tree out before your mom gets back, easy-peasy. And this’ll get me outta the house so I don’t get roped into wrapping presents. It’s a win all around, Deuce.”

Deuce was going to protest, but he was suddenly struck with a realization. He actually wanted Ace to be there; he didn’t want to be alone. Besides, his mother had trusted him to decorate the tree. Surely she’d be all right with him getting a hand from a friend, right? “Yeah. You’re right, Ace. Let’s do this!!”

“Of course I’m right. Duh. HEY, BRO! You wanna get out for a bit? I need a ride to—” Ace abruptly cut off the call, leaving Deuce staring at his phone lock screen. A photo of him, smiling, with Ace’s arm slung over his shoulder stared back at him. The screen went blank, and he put the phone down.

Twenty minutes, huh? He stood up and shoved his books into his school bag. All right. He could at least get started with the lights before Ace got there. He rolled up the sleeves of his hoodie, dusted his hands off on his jeans, and picked up the box.

Twenty-six and a half minutes later, Deuce was only halfway through untangling a strand of twinkling lights when a loud pounding on his door made him jump. “The cavalry’s arrived!” shouted Ace, slightly muffled through the door. “Lemme in!”

“Gimme a second,” Deuce groaned. “On my way.” He bundled the twisting wire up and put it onto his couch, silently hoping it wouldn’t tangle itself up worse for the moment he had to put it down.

He opened the door, and Ace stood there, still decked out in his Santa hat and a bright red sweater. He lifted a pair of tall foam cups in greeting. “I made my bro go through the Casa de Caffeine drive-thru; they got this awesome caramel apple hot cocoa this year, and I figured it’d fuel us.” He grinned. “Now show me where I can work my magic.”

“It’s right inside, c’mon in!” Deuce took one of the proffered cups, and gestured inside. “Welcome to my place. It ain’t much, but—”

“It’s home, right?” Ace stepped inside, kicking off his clunky sneakers. He had on mismatched socks; one black one with a holly pattern, and one green-and-white plaid. Ace looked around, and sighed comfortably. “Nah, it’s cool here. It feels like your space, know what I mean? Friendly-like.”

Deuce shrugged, self-consciously. “It’s all right,” he muttered, but he started to smile despite himself. “Thanks for the cocoa, by the way. I was trying to work with the lights….” He lifted the tangle of green wire and tiny bulbs. “They’re kind of stubborn.”

“Like I said. Everything here’s just like you,” Ace scoffed, taking a sip from his cocoa. “Awright. Hand those off to me. I’ll get this out of the giant knot. Why don’t you start opening up the ornaments, so we can see what we’re workin’ with?”

“Har har.” Deuce gave the lights one last half-hearted tug before handing them over. “All right. I’ll line everything up on the desk, I guess. There’s a certain order that Mom puts some of them up, so I’ll keep those to one side.”

Ace rolled his eyes. “A certain order? Geez. Your mom ain’t like Riddle, is she? It Must Be This Way Due To the Rules?”

“No!” Deuce made a face. “Nah, Mom’s real easy-going with stuff like that, actually. She’s just… some of these are emotional, you know? I guess it’s easier to explain as we go.”

“Okay.” Ace had already made his way through half of the tangle, much to Deuce’s surprise. “I know a lot of the ones we use every year have got stories behind ‘em, too. Like the glass squirrel, or the teddy bear ones for me and my bro, or the pickle—”

“A pickle?” Deuce laughed. “Like. An actual brined cucumber? That’s weird.”

“It’s not weird!” Ace put his hands on his hips, lights dangling around his feet. “And it’s plastic, not an actual pickle. That’d be nasty. Whoever finishes the tree puts it on last thing Christmas Eve night, and then on Christmas morning, the first person who finds it gets a special extra present. Usually candy or somethin’. You never heard of that?”

“Nope. It’s new to me. Our last one’s the silver spider.” Deuce held up a little box, grinning. “The spider and then the tinsel ‘cobwebs’. Mom always says she brings good luck for the coming year, and makes sure that your tree is always beautiful, even when things seem bleak.”

“Never heard of that, but okay.” Ace triumphantly held up the untangled strand of lights. “Anyway, your genius buddy has solved this problem. You wanna do the grunt work and put ‘em on?”

“The grunt work, huh?” Deuce took the lights and started feeding the string between the branches.

“Yyyyyyyup.” Ace strolled over to the desk, and picked up a little glass teapot ornament. He turned it over in his hands. “One of us has to be the brawn, and I already called brains. This one’s really cute. Is it one of the special ones?”

Deuce craned his neck to see, then straightened up. “Hey, be careful with that! That was Grandpa’s!”

Ace carefully set the tiny teapot down and took a step back, his hands up in the air. “I wasn’t gonna mess with it, Deuce. Geez.” He pouted. “I guess it was more special than I thought.”

“Sorry.” Deuce picked up the ornament, red-faced. “I just get a little protective. We don’t have an awful lot to remember him by. This little teapot’s from when he was a kid, and he treasured it. So, we’re keeping it safe for him.” He looked up, his expression a little pinched. “I kinda get emotional, I guess. Stuff like this gets to me.”

“Is that why you didn’t want to do this alone?” Ace asked, softly. Deuce nodded, and Ace put his hands on his friend’s shoulders. “I got news for ya, bud. You’re not gonna have to worry about being alone, all right? Not as long as I’m around.” He paused, then winked. “But don’t let anyone know I said that. Trappolas don’t get soft like that, right? Now. Let’s get this tree looking great.”

Deuce sniffed, and smiled back at him. “Yeah. Let’s do that.” They started to put up the ornaments in relative silence. After a few minutes, Deuce spoke up. “Thanks, Ace. I’m glad you came.”

“Me, too.” Ace hung a bright blue butterfly on the tree, and stepped back to admire it. “It’s looking real good.”

“Yeah. We’re a good team.” Deuce placed a red rosebud next to it, and stood by his friend. “Merry Christmas, Ace.”

“Merry Christmas, Deuce.”

#merry christmas! this was a pleasure to work on #twsted secret santa 2022 #spadecentral #twst secret santa 2022 #twisted wonderland fic #deuce spade #ace trappola #story

[sochilll]

October 27 - Trick-or-Treating

Day 26 Day 28 All Days (Prompt list)

“Come ooooon.” Jared whined from the couch. “If we don’t leave soon all the good houses are gonna be out.”

“Mom.” Evan looked at his mother pleadingly.

“Alright alright.” She finally put her camera away. “Let’s go.”

Jared lept off the couch and ran for the door. Their moms alternated who took them trick-or-treating each Halloween. This year it was Evan’s mom so he was the one arguing that she’d taken enough pictures.

“We have to go to the houses with the big candy bars.” Jared said, swinging his bucket.

“Mom, where are the houses with the big candy?” Evan asked.

“Let’s get through our own neighborhood before we start scouting others.” His mom said, guiding them down the street.

Halloween was always fun. Although, Evan did prefer when his costume had a mask to hide behind. His least favorite part was having to stand there and smile while strangers gushed over how cute he and Jared were.

“I think this house has good candy.” Jared said, adjusting his wings.

This year they were Buzz and Woody. Jared’s mom had spent hours sewing their costumes so they had to buy as little as possible. Evan thought his was pretty good. He had a hat and a cow print vest and everything. Jared’s was pretty cool too, it even had all the buttons and lights. But his cardboard wings were a little uneven and kept tilting to the left.

They walked down another driveway, weighing their candy stashed against each other’s buckets.

Evan looked up at the next house. “Maybe we should skip this one.”

The porch was covered in black tarps. There was a strobe light inside and several looming figures and Evan couldn’t guess if they were real or not.

Jared’s eyes were glued to the kids coming out, holding full size candy bars. He grabbed Evan’s arm. “Evan we have to. Look! We have to!”

“You go.” Evan shook his head. “I’ll wait here.”

“No come on!” Jared begged. “I’ll make sure you don’t get scared.“

Evan hesitated.

“I won’t let anyone jump at you.” Jared said seriously. “I swear.”

“Okay.” Evan mumbled.

Jared grabbed his hand, gripping tightly, and pulled him inside.

It wasn’t as bad as he thought. Someone did jump out but Jared stood in front of him so it wasn’t so bad. And they left with their biggest candy bars of the night.

“Hey.” Jared whispered as they walked to the next house. “My mom said you can sleep over tonight if you mom lets you.”

Evan nodded. He knew his mom would let him. She always did. He asked her anyway and she said of course and ruffled his hair.

By the time they got to Jared’s house their arms were aching from lugging their candy buckets around. They sat on the floor in Jared’s room and dumped their candy out.

Candy trading was serious business. Jared was trying to haggle Evan into trading him two packs of M&Ms for one jawbreaker. Evan would not be swayed.

“What are we gonna be next year?” Evan asked, accepting Jared’s new trade offer that included a Reese’s cup.

“I don’t know.” Jared poured the entire bag of M&Ms into his mouth. “Maybe something creepy and dead. Like zombies.”

Evan nodded. He wondered if they’d ever run out of costumes. It seemed like at a certain point, they would have done every costume.

“I can’t wait till we can go by ourselves.” Jared said, frowning at a pack of Dots. “And then when we’re in high school we can go to Halloween parties.”

“You want to go to parties instead of trick-or-treating.”

Jared tilted his head. “I’m pretty sure you’re now allowed to trick-or-treat when you’re in high school.”

“Says who?”

“I don’t know. Probably the people giving out candy.” Jared shrugged, doubling down. “But I know it’s a rule.”

Evan didn’t think that was true but he wasn’t in the habit of arguing with Jared. Usually, Jared would either keep arguing until Evan couldn’t keep up, or he’d end up being right and then he’d never let Evan forget it.

“Well, will we still dress up for the parties?” Evan asked, still worried about their dwindling costume options.

“Obviously.” Jared said. “We have to be something cooler every year forever.”

Evan laid on his back on the carpet. That was a lofty goal. But he thought they could pull it off. If anyone was going to make a cooler costume every year forever, it’d have to be two best friends. And Jared was the best friend Evan could think of.

#leetle kleinsen!! #what if they were kiddies and they promised to always dress up together for Halloween #what if the first year they don’t is exceptionally heart breaking #what if they were babies trading candy and getting ready together and holding hands when there was a scary house ? WAAH #deh #kleinsen #my writing

[sowacream]

Actual fanfic motivation has occurred. I have 2 new very bad fics. One is called "It's a Bed You Fall Out Of" and it's NOT Lapidot. It's just cute/sad.

She was pulling as hard as she could, but her strength was running out. She had to keep Malachite underwater, for the Earth, for Steven, but it wouldn't work forever. The chains started to wobble, and then they fell away, uncontrolled.

Malachite was free, and Lapis was falling.

Lapis hit the wooden ground of the barn hard. She was still sweating from her nightmare. The hammock swung from side to side above her with the force of her falling. As she got up, breathing heavily, a green face showed up right by her own.

"Again?" asked Peridot. "Maybe you should get a more stable bed."

Lapis considered her barnie for a moment. "I would," she said quietly, "but..."

She sighed and looked away. "That's not the reason I'm waking up."

"What other possible reason could you have for waking yourself so abruptly and why haven't you fixed it?" replied Peri, indignant at the fact that her best friend hadn't told her about this problem.

"I've just been having dreams about, well, Malachite," she said the name shakily, "and the mirror and Navy."

"Dreams? Like Steven has?"

"Not like Steven has. He has magic dreams. For everyone else, it's like... the thoughts they have mixed up into, I guess something like, a video on TubeTube."

"And is this bad?"

"...Yeah."

Peridot came even closer than she had been before, which was very close, and wrapped her arms around Lapis stiffly and awkwardly.

"Wh-what is this?"

"A hug. It's a human thing. It's meant to comfort you."

Lapis slowly calmed down in the robotic grip. After a minute she returned it.

"I will be your dream guardian," said Peridot after releasing the blue gem. "I will stand over you with that meep morp I made by sharpening a stick using a rock," she went on, and gestured to a pointed stick sitting a foot away.

"Thanks, Peri, but... I think I'll be fine tonight."

"Promise to tell me if you have another nightmare?"

Lapis smiled. "Promise."

The next one is called "Off-Color" and it's an AU about baby Amethyst.

"8XM hasn't emerged yet."

"She'll catch up. Let's go!"

Amethyst tumbled out of her little hole too close to the ground. The other Amethysts turned to look. She looked back up with her wide eye, the one unobscured by her short fluffy hair. Then she stood up and mimicked the others' positions, with an adorable fake menacing expression. She giggled.

"Woah. What's wrong with this one?"

"She's adorable!"

"Quartz soldiers aren't supposed to be adorable!"

"Well, that's not her fault!"

The tiny gem watched the others argue with her head tilted to the side. She thought for a moment, then shapeshifted herself to look more like them.

"Is this what quartz soldiers are s'posed to be and not adorable?" she asked. The other soldiers stopped yelling at each other. One of them stepped forward.

"You don't have to be like the others. With training, you can still be a good fighter." She extended her hand. Amethyst looked at it and un-shifted back to her normal form. She held out her own hand, just like the Amethyst in front of her. The larger Amethyst picked her up, which she seemed to enjoy.

"Wait. Stop," said a calm, pretty voice from behind a corner. A Sapphire came into view, flanked by four Rubies. Her gem glinted on her cheek. "The small one can't go back to Homeworld. She'll be shattered."

A buzz arose among the Amethysts. The small one seemed unfazed.

"I foresaw this whole thing, so I came here to help this Amethyst. You'll have to trust me to take her while you go back to Homeworld. I know a place where she'll be safely hidden."

"Yeah! Trust my Sapphire or I'll kick your butt!" called the Ruby with her gem on her shoulder.

"Behave, Ruby."

"Yes, Ma'am."

The Amethysts exchanged looks. "How do we know you're not sent from Homeworld to shatter her yourself?" asked one of them.

"I'm afraid I don't know how to prove that," said the Sapphire, grabbing the shoulder Ruby's wrist to keep her from attacking the Amethyst that had spoken. "But consider this: if you take her back to Homeworld, she'll be shattered for sure.

"I think she's right," said a soldier. "Give her to me."

The Amethyst holding the little one hesitated before reluctantly handing her over with a pat on the head that she giggled at. The one who had requested her put her down in front of the Sapphire.

"Thank you for trusting me. Let's go, Rubies."

The Amethysts watched the Rubies lead the little one away. She waved, confused about why she was being taken. The Amethysts continued once she was out of view.

She behaved surprisingly well on the Ruby ship. Aside for a few times that the Ruby assigned to control her had to reprimand her for annoying the others, she sat quietly and imitated Sapphire. She actually spent most of the ride shapeshifted as Sapphire. She smiled at the little gem's antics.

They landed in a huge kindergarten, where two gems stared, terrified, at the ship. The one sitting on the head of the four-eyed one was smiling obliviously. The ship door opened as the oblivious one gasped. "I predict we'll be found!"

"I know, Paddy," said the four-eyed one, who lifted her down and hugged her close.

"We haven't come to hurt you," called Sapphire. "We a have another gem we need you to keep safe here."

"Annooothhheeerrrr gggeeeemmm?" said the huge one slowly.

One of the rubies led Amethyst out.

"She's a tiny Quartz guard," said the Ruby. "Can she live here?"

Padparadscha sighed in relief. "They're not hurting us. They have a gem they want us to protect."

Amethyst repeated her.

"She likes repeating others," said Sapphire. "Will you take her?"

The two fusions looked at each other. The big one nodded, and the other stepped forward after putting Paddy down.

"What's your name?" she said, extending her hand toward the Amethyst. The tiny gem mirrored her.

I hate them both.

#fanfic #steven universe

[phantom-ellie]

To Wit: Macarena!

“How do you feel about the French?”

“Fuck the French. Good loot, squeal when they die. Stores smell like shit, all that cheese-”

“I meant culture, Edward.”

“Well, why didn’t you say so? I try to think about it as little as possible while I’m stealing all that cheese.”

There’s laughter as Ed buries his face in Stede’s neck, arms around each others’ waists, swaying back and forth to silence.

“I could teach you to minuet.”

“Sounds like a dance for assholes.”

“Maybe it’s the dance for you, then. What about the courante?”

“We could cour-not.”

“And the gigue?”

“Makes me wanna gag.”

Ed knows Stede wants to scold him but he’s giggling and beaming instead, cheeks pink from brandy. They’ll both regret it in the morning. But now? Dance lessons.

Of course, Ed doesn’t really care to learn these fancy dances, not anymore. Who’s he going to impress? The only one whose opinion he cares about is already in his arms, eyes closed and humming along to an imaginary orchestra. But a little romance, a little foreplay, they never hurt, do they?

“Stede, let me spin you, I’m gonna…” Ed raises Stede’s left hand with his right and spins him around, like they’ve practiced maybe forty times tonight. Stede sways off balance and Ed has to catch him.

Stede pants a bit. “There’s the Allemande. It’s German.”

“I thought you were teaching me fancy French dances.”

“It is French, ‘Allemande’ means ‘German’ in French. So it’s both. I think?”

“I’m not learning a dance that doesn’t even know what it is.”

Stede giggles again. “You’re a terrible student, Ed.”

Ed kisses him on the nose. “Maybe you should be teaching me how to learn.”

“That doesn’t make any sense!” Stede kisses him back.

They both stop simultaneously and hold each other for a few seconds, feeling the buzz of alcohol rush through their heads.

“What about you, Ed? Do you know any special dances?” Stede asks with a whisper, playing with the top of Ed’s shirt.

“Oh yeah, loads of dances. Secret pirate dances, you wouldn’t believe how good I am at dancing.” Ed puffs out his chest a bit in the way he knows Stede finds endearing.

Stede smiles fondly. “Well, it’s only fair that you show me some, isn’t it? If I’m going to be a pirate?”

“You’re already a pirate, you don’t need to dance like one.”

Stede leans in and brushes his lips against Ed’s. “Maybe I want to.”

Ed huffs and stands back, shaking off his arms and legs a bit. “Well, maybe I can show you one. Just so you don’t embarrass yourself.”

“You mean during a raid?”

“Yeah, a raid. Wouldn’t want to look like a shitty pirate in front of the French.”

“You mean if, during a raid, I stopped swashbuckling and just… busted a move on the deck?”

Ed nods encouragingly. “Yes, just like that. I’d clear a spot, keep them off you. Maybe a six-foot radius where you could go to town.”

“Get me ten feet and I think I could really groove.” They look at each other for all of three seconds before bursting into laughter.

“Groove!” Ed gasps, holding his stomach with both arms.

Stede is also doubled over, one hand on the wall to hold himself up. “I could hold on to the railing and ghost ride the whip!”

“No!” Ed is gasping, his abdomen really hurts laughing at that image. He tries to calm himself down. “No, you couldn’t, not with… not with the pirate dance I’m gonna teach ya.”

Stede looks up at him, eyes shining. “You’re really going to teach me something?”

“Fuck yeah, come over here. Stand up straight.”

Stede does his best to follow those simple directions, but it’s getting harder the drunker they get.

“Now this dance… it’s an important dance to pirate culture. All pirates know it.”

“Does Izzy know this dance?”

“Fuck yeah, Izzy knows all about it, taught it to him my fuckin’ self.”

“No, I don’t believe you.”

“Ask him to show you later.”

“I think I’ll call him in now.” Stede makes for the door with a menacing laugh, but Ed grabs an arm and pulls him back.

“Don’t bring him into this, Stede! Now, this is very complicated.”

Stede takes a deep breath and stands straight, looking like he’s going to explode into laughter at any second.

“The first thing you do is, you take your left arm, and you hold it straight out front like this.” Ed demonstrates.

Stede’s eyebrows furrow and he plops his left arm out in mid-air, hand drooping lazily at the end of it.

“No Stede, you gotta put it out there like you fuckin’ mean it."

Stede nods and narrows his eyes, and this time thrusts his left arm straight forward and hits it mid-air as if it’s the most serious thing he’s done in his life.

“Fuck yeah, that’s great. Now you leave the arm out, and to the same thing with the other one, like this.”

With all seriousness the situation is due, Ed and Stede are now facing each other, arms straight out at one another. Stede’s face cracks and he smiles, wiggling his fingers.

“Ok, ok, you don’t do that. You flip your hands over one at a time like this, see?”

Stede does so, torso shaking with suppressed laughter.

“Ok that’s the first bit. Now… you put your left hand on your right shoulder… no, leave the other arm up, you keep the arm you aren’t moving still or it doesn’t look right. Then your right hand on your left shoulder. Look serious, mate, this is a serious dance!” Ed is shaking with laughter now, too. “We aren’t even halfway done yet!”

“I’d hope not, or I’d wonder if this was a dance at all! Are you sure you aren’t making this up?”

“No, Stede, I’m not, this is real shit. Take it from the top.”

They do the first three moves over again and finish with their hands on their own shoulders.

“Good job. Ok, so now you put your left hand behind your head, and then your right hand…”

“I like this bit, I can see your tummy.”

“And then you move your left hand and then your right over your stomach, see?”

“Aww, you covered it.” Stede frowns in disappointment. “I miss your belly button already.”

“Focus Stede, this is the dance of my people.”

“I said the same about the Jive but we all know how that little lesson ended!”

“We won’t have to replace the table after this one, I promise, now get your left hand on your hip, or it’s your ass!”

“Is it my hip or my ass?”

“Hip! Left arm to left hip, right arm to right hip!”

“Fine!” Stede indeed has his hands on his hips now, eyes glaring at Ed but mouth still twitching into a smile at the corners.

“Good.” Ed takes a couple of breaths. “Good. That’s mostly it. Once your hands are on your hips you just do a… little jump! To the left.” He demonstrates. Stede copies him, and how they’re facing away from each other.

“Okay, now what? I can’t see you anymore, Ed.”

“Now you do the same moves again, same order. Keep hopping to the left after you get your hands on your hips. See?”

Stede turns around to watch Ed demonstrate the entirety of the dance.

“You look… quite fearsome,” he whispers.

“You think so?”

“Absolutely, I do.”

Ed turns around to look at Stede, who isn’t smiling. He’s staring Ed straight in the eyes.

Ed brushes back his hair with his hand, trying to look smooth. “Think it would look scary during a raid?”

Stede breaks again, entire body shaking as the smile spreads on his face again. Ed knows he should pretend to be upset, but god he loves that smile, he loves it more than he loves breathing, or pooping.

“Maybe we’ll have to try it. Together.” Stede takes a step back, bumping up against the table. He pushes himself up onto the edge, giving Ed a wink. The dance pretense is over.

Ed walks up to where Stede is sitting and pulls him into a greedy kiss, feeling Stede wrap his legs around Ed’s waist. He starts giggling through the kisses as Ed feels Stede’s arms out straight, then crossed against his back, then behind his head, then joining his knees around Ed’s middle.

“You fuckin’ stop it,” Ed gasps between breaths.

“It’s not my… fault I’m… such a good… fucking student…” Stede mumbles between kisses before burying his head in Ed’s neck.

“The best at fucking at least.” Ed grabs Stede’s legs and lifts him off the table, carting him towards the bed, knowing it is another move he’ll regret in the morning.

He lays Stede down on his back and straddles between his legs, hair falling in Stede’s face. Stede draws a line down Ed’s chest with his finger.

“Do you think…?” Ed waits for Stede to tell him what he thinks, about what Stede wants from him, what will get Stede off tonight, how Stede can please him in return.

“Yeah, love?”

“Think we can get Izzy in here to demonstrate the dance?”

“Ugh, Stede!” Ed huffs and gets off of him, standing up.

Stede groans. “Aw, Ed, I was just teasing.”

Ed turns around and gives Stede a menacing smile.

“And just for that, I know what punishment you’re getting.” He makes for the cabin door.

“Ed, what is it?”

Ed throws it open and yells. “Izzy! Israel Hands, you’re needed here right now for a fucking demonstration!”

“Ed, no!” Stede gasps. “Are you serious? Is this real right now?”

Ed leans against the wall with a cocky grin.

“You’re about to find out, my love.”

And they both fall into peals of laughter as they hear the loud, plodding bootsteps of their first mate descending angrily towards them.

[wheretheresaway-theresawilliam]

Chapter 35: The Angel of Death Cometh

Word Count: 1128

TWs: Death mentions, brief unsanitary mention, brief religious themes

⛤⛤⛤

When his phone began ringing in the middle of getting ready for his next shift, Michael let it go to voicemail. He froze when he heard his father’s voice, fighting the urge to throw the answering machine to the floor.

“Michael… I know, neither of us really wants to talk to the other. But I thought you might have a shred of sympathy to spare for the grieving… I know how protective you were of her, especially after Evan's death. How crushing--”

He picked up the phone, answering icily, “Very sensitive of you, William.”

His father made a brief sound of surprise, then swallowed. “Forgive my turn of phrase. I only meant to express you're not the only one who lost someone. That being said, I think it's time I let you in on a family secret. I know how to bring her back.”

Oh really? “She’s dead, William.”

“I thought you might be sceptical. I was like that, once. But I think you should see for yourself. I left the doors unlocked for you.”

Michael glanced at the clock. “What makes you think I'd go over there at this time of night?”

“You're clearly an insomniac with nothing better to do, considering you've picked up my call an hour shy to midnight. I trust you to make the right decision. Your sister is waiting for you.”

“Oh, go drive off a bridge, you old troll.” He hung up, but he couldn’t deny the free invitation to waltz right onto a crime scene was tempting. Wasn’t like he’d notice that no one was at Freddy’s, anyhow. He debated with himself for a moment as he finished dressing, then sighed as he picked up his bag. Sorry, Charlie… but it’d only be tonight, right? She’d be fine without him for one night. She’d been doing it all this time, alone, after all. Instead of taking his usual route, he backtracked to Circus Baby’s.

At Freddy’s, Norman had planted SpringBonnie during the day, to avoid suspicion from William at his “sneaking out” if it had been nighttime. Charlie wished Michael had explained his plan, now that he appeared to be late. She was both frustrated and curious… and a bit worried. Michael had never been late before, not even on his first night of the job. Had William finally caught onto his ruse? Had there been an issue with his car? She dragged herself in impatient circles around the suit of the monster that had made them all suffer. The others had briefly tried to interact with the dead suit, hoping for a new playmate but backing off in disappointment when it wouldn’t react to anything they tried. She hadn’t jogged their memories, even though she had that photo. She didn’t want Michael caught in the thralls of their anger and agitation, he wasn’t the reason they were hurt and he deserved to make it out of this unscathed… as unscathed as could be provided, anyway.

An hour and a half passed before there was any sign of life at Freddy’s. Charlie almost ran to the front of the building to greet Michael, then froze in the shadows when she saw that it wasn’t him at all. William had arrived, appearing very disgruntled.

“Where is it?” He demanded of Linus.

“Where’s what?” The fox responded.

“The deadbeat returns…” Flora-Jeane buzzed lowly in the background.

“Yes, to his ungrateful brats, like a gnat to rotting fruit,” he spat. “I know you were likely napping when Norman snuck in, but there’s no possible way you didn’t go sniffing around for a new friend when you realized it was here. And how could you forget your oldest and dearest friend, even while he sleeps?”

Thinking quickly and seizing the chance, Charlie picked up one of the many discarded plastic cups from the floor and chucked it toward the kitchen, the hollow sound catching William’s attention.

“Ohh, dammit, don’t tell me Alana’s trying to cook again, you don’t need to eat!” He snapped exasperatedly before stomping off to investigate.

“But I’m in here…?” Alana poked her head out from the arcade.

“Never mind that,” Charlie announced, swaying into the light. “There’s something you all need to see.” She slipped into the arcade, retrieved the photo from the music box, and returned to find her friends gathered in the main dining hall. She splayed it out on one of the tables, covering the unnecessary faces with rusted Faz-tokens. “This is the man who hurt us. This is the man who made us into these things. We weren’t always immortal creatures. We weren’t always so lost.”

“But that’s…” Billy started.

“Mr. Afton,” Flora-Jean growled.

“What about the yellow rabbit??” Linus asked.

“The yellow rabbit that was brought here, today? They’re the same!” Alana cried.

“Liar!” Flora-Jean bellowed, pointing at the photo.

“Monster!” Linus chimed in.

“We must make him pay,” Billy added. Vigour flourished in Charlie at the wool finally being torn from the eyes of these innocent souls.

“I knew someone who had a plan on how we could… but he never disclosed it to me…” She told them, guarded disappointment lacing her tone.

“Who needs him?” Flora-Jean asked. “Look at us. There’s five of us, and one of him.”

“We’ll tear him limb from limb!” Linus snarled. The dim lights flickered with the rising energy of the souls. This was the most active any of them had been since their deaths. When William re-entered the room, he was faced with five very vengeful children; But it was the fact that the Marionette had moved on its own that made his insides turn to ice.

“What did I miss?? Ah, there you are, Alana…” He tried to remain casual, his eyes not faltering from the creation that was not his own. “What do you have there, on the table??”

“Come see for yourself… William.” Charlie beckoned. His breath caught in his throat and his hand raised to his chest to assure himself that his heart was still beating. That couldn’t be…

“Where is your respect, little one?”

“Oh, I suppose it died with the rest of me when you killed me in that alley.”

They were beginning to close in on him. “No…! You..! You’re not…!”

“Not who? Did you think, just because I was not meant to join these four, that I wouldn’t persist?”

William inched sideways. No sudden movements, Willy-boy. Treat them like the animals they are. “How???”

“My father died believing the very thing he created to protect me had failed him! But it didn’t! No, it saved me in an entirely unexpected way. Here I am, fresh as a daisy… a manifestation to judge you for your crimes and to liberate the slain.”

“Were you always such a religious little punk?!”

#q'd #fnaf #fnaf au #fnaf fic #william afton #charlie emily #accursed heritage au

[sugarylawliet]

no good for me (light yagami x reader)

i’m back lol

> warnings: smut, degradation, spit kink, inappropriate use of the death note, VERY toxic relationship, song fic kinda, lyrics are in bold and italics, based off of diet mountain dew by lana del ray

> tag list: @ygm1slt @cradiot28

❛ you’re no good for me, baby you’re no good for me ❜

Nothing on this earth scared you more than the man you were about to see; the pretty boy brunette flaunting good grades and a picturesque family life whose facade of ambitious, respectful young man was a mask almost no one could see through. Some people felt dread at the thought of spiders or snakes, felt fear in their stomach imagining the paranormal, shadow ghosts or criminal stalkers invading their comfort zones. None of these perfectly rational fears scared you the way Light Yagami scared you. There was no fear to be had at the thought of something undesirable creeping its way into your privacy or comfort zone, because Light had manipulated his way into your comfort and trust long ago. He was scarier than a murderer ready to kill at an urge’s call, his blood lust hid in shadows behind his golden boy facade, his words were tools and his touches were negotiations. You couldn’t trust a single thing that came from his mouth, you often questioned your own sanity. Light Yagami had a terrifying grip on you, and it was exactly what he wanted.

Your eyes scan over the text Light had sent you for the millionth time, the words almost ingrained in your head at this point.

Come to my house. We need to talk. 

You were sure he kept his words vague on purpose, yet another tactic to keep you at his disposal out of pure fear. You weren’t exactly sure if you loved Light anymore; what was your definition of love at this point? You loved him, yes, but was it out of obligation? Was it survival instinct?

It was true, in the beginning you had loved Light purely and truly. You believed his ambition was justice, to make the world a better and safer place for you. But as time went on, “Kira doesn’t kill innocents” began racking up more and more exceptions, and as the twisted justifications spilled from his mouth, so did the gaslighting. Over and over, his sweet words convinced you to keep coming back. His empty promises were a drug and you were addicted. 

His text, you were sure, was a reference to this fizzling out of your love for him. He could sense it, and surely he must have found out you were planning on leaving. You weren’t planning on revealing that he’s Kira- that would cause more commotion you were not interested in being a part of- no, you simply wanted to move states, get away and forget about Light Yagami, forget about Kira and Ryuzaki and Ryuk and everything that has overtaken your life. However, if he did find out your plans to skip town, you may just have to reveal that he’s Kira for safety measures.

❛ you’re no good for me, but baby i want you ❜

Hestiently, you opened the door you had been staring at blankly for what felt like hours. Light had been staying in an upscale hotel during the investigation, so maybe the other tenants could hear you if you screamed for help; the overdramatic thought brought you comfort. 

You walk in the room, closing the door behind you. You’re met with the sight of Light’s back as he sits in the rolling chair across the room. In the absence of any words, without even seeing his face, you know he’s mad. Every slight change of Light’s emotions could strangle a whole room by tension alone; his aura manipulated the feeling in the air, which served as a helpful alarm to know when he is upset. And man, is he upset.

You open your mouth to greet him, but he cuts you off, spinning around in his chair to face you, “Don’t talk.” You nod and close your mouth. Why do you even listen to what he says?

“I knew I couldn’t trust you. From the very beginning I knew you would run that pretty little mouth of yours. I know you’re planning on leaving. And then what? Telling the first news outlet you see that I’m Kira?”

“No Light,”

“I said don’t talk.” He stands up from his chair, “If you tell everyone, you’ll also have to tell on yourself. Imagine what everyone would think of you if they knew...You knew I was Kira and you still dated me, you defended me, you kept my secret, you even got on your knees for me. Are you gonna tell that to the media? That you let Kira fuck you?”

You purse your lips, restraining yourself from talking back. You knew it would only make things worse, but you couldn’t stand the way he talked down on you and expected you to take it. 

“Come here.” He motioned to his desk and you followed, sitting on his lap per his instruction. He placed the death note open on the desk, handing you the pen. With one hand gripping yours and the other on your hip, he began to guide your hand, the pen spilling out the first letter of your name on the pages.

❛ do you think we’ll be in love forever? ❜

“N-No, Light, you can’t do this, please.” You begged, your heart rate quickening as you realize what he was doing. It can’t end like this, it just can’t.

“Shhh, just write. That’s it, baby. This is what bad girls get, you see?” His death grip tightened on your hand as he spelled out your name, the last letters leering closer and closer before you could register the implications of what he was doing. This was it, this was really it.

Light lets his free hand wander up to your jawline, pulling your face closer to yours and enveloping you in a kiss as he wrote the last letter of your name. You shake your head with a whine, however he disregards your concerns and runs his hand on your upper thigh. 

“What’s the matter, Y/n? Don’t wanna spend your last moments with me?~” His nose kisses your neck, and the soft, sensual gestures almost make you forget your life was quite literally slipping away at every second that ticked by. 40 seconds. You had 40 seconds to do something.

You jump off of Light’s lap, reality rushing to your lungs as you felt your world closing in. Your pants become heavier, harsh air ripping through your throat as if they were the last breaths you would ever take because, well- they were.

Your head felt buzzing and dizzy as you fell to your knees, crawling towards Light who had spun around in his chair so his back was facing you; completely apathetic. After all you’ve been through together, after all you’ve done for him, nothing. Nothing at all. 

You crawl closer, grasping towards the notebook Light held in his hands, your weakness limiting your reach as anxiety stole your clearness of mind. He only  chuckles at your meek attempts to save your own life. Your head was racing as your nervousness blacked out everything in the room except for the little black notebook your boyfriend had a death grip on; ‘I’m running out of time, I’m going to die, I need the death note, I need to cross my name out, I need it I need it I need it I-’

“Goodbye, Y/N. You were fun to play with for a while.” Light kisses your nose with an arrogant smirk, peeling your hands off from his lap and wrists before checking his watch, signaling your last few seconds. 

You quit your pitiful attempts to grab the notebook and instead push yourself further and further away from Light until your back hit the wall, lacing your fingers tightly in your hair as you cried your last moments away. 

“5, 4, 3 2...” Light spoke.

“No no no no no, please god,” You cried out, squeezing your eyes shut in preparation for the pangs you would soon feel in your chest.

“1...”

And

Nothing.

You breathe. You let the air flood your lungs; it shouldn’t be possible. You dare to open your eyes, revealing the same scene. You, pathetically on the floor with tears down your face, Light before you in his chair with his head thrown back in a maniacal laugh. 

He tossed the death note down to you, like a dog being thrown a bone. You frantically grab it and flip to the newest page, your name scratched out with two thick lines. 

You were alive- no, he let you live.

❛ hit me my darling tonight, i don’t know why but i like it

“Well?” Light asks expectingly, standing up from his chair and kicking it to the side of the room. You look up at him questioningly, eyebrows furrowed in confusion as tears still brimmed your eyes from the just-curved anxiety attack.

“No ‘thank you’? I spared your life even after you betrayed me- lied to me. You’re so ungrateful.”

“I, I-” You found it difficult to shape your words with your hitching breath. You inhale deeply, eyes closed, calming down, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry, Light.”

Why were you even apologizing?

“I’m so sorry, please, just take me back. I’m sorry.” The words spilled from your mouth so quickly simply because they felt right. You needed to apologize, you did wrong, you need to be good. You wanted him back more than anything so you can be good.

❛ scary, my god, you’re divine ❜

“That’s right,” Light smiled, his voice softening unnaturally, “Now, how about you come over here and show me just how sorry you are.”

You hesitate for a second before crawling over to him. You sit obediently with your legs beneath your thighs on the floor in front of him.

“Mm, that’s my babygirl.” He pets your head affectionately, coherencing a smile from you. Despite everything he’s done, he always knew how to reel you back in. You needed the approval. You needed his approval.

You look up at him with puppydog eyes, to which he cocks his head to the side. “You know what I want.”

Nodding, you slowly unzipper his khaki pants and pull out his cock. You run your hand up and down, pumping it slowly. 

“Don’t be a fucking tease” Light scoffs, raking his fingers through your hair and forcing your mouth down onto him. That sweet, caring demeanor was gone in barley a second- of course it was. What were you expecting? It was a thinly veiled facade and you fell for it everytime without exception. 

Light groans, pushing your head further onto him as you try not to gag. You feel the tip of him hit the back of your throat as he thrusts into your mouth faster. “God, Y/N, you take my cock so well. Hah, if only the media could see you now. Poor little Y/N wants to run away from big bad Kira, meanwhile here she is on her knees for him, sucking him off like the dirty slut she is.”

He lets out a deep sigh before pulling out of your mouth. “Be useful for once and get on the bed.” He commands, bringing you to your feet with his strong grip on your hair and pushing you in the direction of the bed. You obey, sitting on the edge of the bed waiting for his next instruction.

Light slinks over to you, standing over your figure as his delicate fingers dance up your inner thigh. He takes off your skirt and slowly rubs your clit through the fabric of your panties.

“Mmm, Light, more...” You buck your hips up to meet his touch, his movements were agonizingly slow and you needed more friction.

“More?” At once he removes his hand from between your legs and grabs your face, your jaw in between the tight hold of his thumb and forefingers. “You want more, huh? You don’t get to make demands of me. You really think i’m gonna give you what you want after that stunt you pulled? Hah, I’m not letting you off that easy.”

You let out a whine, bucking your hips again asking to be touched.

“Aww, poor baby...” Light cooed, “Open up.” You obeyed, opening your mouth before Light brought your face closer to his, spitting in your mouth. “Now swallow.”

You do, earning a smirk from Light. “Mm, good girl. Good girls get rewarded.”

He pulls your panties aside before dipping two slender fingers inside you; wasting no time, he pumps them in and out frantically.

“Oh god Light, fuck,”

“You’re so wet for me Y/N, you like this, don’t you? I knew you would, such a dirty whore. You like when I treat you like this? You like being treated for the slut you are? God, you probably got wet when I almost killed you. It makes me hard, having you under my thumb like this, under my control...”

“Fuck Light, it feels so good, I’m close...”

Quickly, he removes his fingers from you once again, earning a cry from you at the loss of heat. “Please Light, I need you so bad,” You beg.

“What did I say? You’re still not forgiven for that stunt you pulled. Don’t whine.” He wraps his hand around your throat, pushing you down onto your back.

He fully pulls his boxers down, aligning himself with your entrance.

“Beg for it.”

“Please, please light, god, I need it so badly. I want you.”

“Hmm, yeah? You’re so desperate for my cock? I’m not convinced.”

“Please, Light, I’ll never be bad again, I’ll never mess up again. I need your cock so badly, I need you to use me. Do anything you want.”

“Mm, that’s more like it,” Light remarks before pushing into you, earning a loud moan. HIs thrusts were slow, no doubt teasing you.

“Oh, Light, please, faster...”

“More demands? God, you’re such a needy slut. Fine.” His grip on your throat tightens, pushing you further into the bed as he snaps his hips into you without mercy. His pace is relentless, quickly finding your g-spot.

“Fuck, Light. It... it feels- fuck,”

“Hah, stupid slut, what’s wrong? Cat’s got your tongue? Or is it me fucking you so hard you can’t even think straight, can’t form sentences?”

His words only egg on your approaching orgasam, “Hmmph, it- it feels so good. I’m gonna...”

With that, Light pulls you up slightly by your neck before slamming you roughly back into the bed, thrusting into you with speed. “Cum, show me how sorry you are.”

You obey, releasing with a loud moan of his name. He finishes soon after, roughly letting go of your throat. “Clean yourself up. You look like a fucking mess.”

You slip your panties and skirt back on as Light sits apathetically at his desk, his focus buried in paperwork. You heart skinks to your stomach. 

Once you finish dressing, Light allows you to leave, informing you of the Kira case work he had to finish and opening the door for you. 

“And Y/N,” He catches your attention before you step into the hallway of the hotel, “Let this be a lesson. Don’t ever try to leave me again. You’re mine.” He grabs your jaw and kisses you tenderly- but you weren’t stupid. You knew the motivation behind it, and let you still kissed his soft lips back and let yourself melt into him. 

“Goodbye,” He remarks after pulling away, “Behave yourself.”. The door slams in your face. 

You can still feel his cum dripping from your heat daring to spill out of your panties. The hallway was empty, allowing reality to rush to you at once. Your senses only seem clear when you were alone- with Light, you didn’t see with your own eyes or hear with your own ears.

You let your back touch the door of Light’s hotel room, slowly sliding down until you were sitting on the carpeted floor. Your life was broken pieces and you cut yourself picking up the glass shards, relishing in the fact that your boyfriend liked the way the blood looked on your pricked fingers.

❛  hurt me and tell me you’re mine, i don’t know why but i like it. ❜

#i did not proof read this lol sorry for mistakes #Light Yagami #light yagami x reader #light yagami x reader smut #light yagami smut #toxic! light yagami #death note #death note smut #anime #death note x reader

[alwaysmarveling]

To Be Seen

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x gn!reader

Warnings: Hints at neglect

Word Count: 3.5k

Summary: All superpowers seem to have a downside to them. Invisibility is no exception.

You got your first pair of glasses when you turned seven. The black frames were a birthday present of sorts. You had your eye set on a transparent blue pair, or honestly any of the many colorful options that lined the shelves, but your mother had grabbed the black ones without a word to you and placed them on the counter. Then the two of you went home, back to the always busy house, buzzing with the sounds of your siblings’ chatter and the television that entertained your constantly preoccupied father. There was no cake, no other presents, not even a “congratulations” or a “happy birthday,” but that was okay. That was okay because you had already gotten the gift of sight.

“Happy birthday, Y/N,” you whispered to yourself that night, your younger sister already sound asleep beside you while you looked up at the glow-in-the-dark shapes taped to the ceiling. The glasses turned the green fuzzy blobs into actual stars, their points clear and easily counted as you drifted off to sleep with the lenses still on. “You can see now.”

---

You found out you could make yourself invisible on the day you hit ten years old. When you woke up, the first thing you did was look at yourself in the mirror, trying to see if you looked any different from the day before, when you were nine. Double digits should mean double the change, right? But there was no change from when you weren’t in the mirror to when you were. 

At first, you thought it must’ve been a prank from your older brother, but one look in the bathroom mirror told you that this was something else. It took you about half an hour before you somehow managed to become visible again, but when you did, you walked into the kitchen to find everything the same as it was the night before. No one hung streamers around the house or left a card on the counter, but that was okay. That was okay because you had a gift.

---

On your twenty-seventh birthday, you were recruited to be an Avenger. Three years ago on that exact day, you had quit your office job and joined SHIELD, only as a trainee, but you made your way through the ranks. You had the advantage of a mastered superpower—turning invisible came useful on the countless days you wished the world would just swallow you whole—but you still had to learn to use it like an agent. You were never remarkable, never being praised as the top of your class nor critiqued as one of the worst. You were always in the middle. Always just… there.

But Fury had seen something in you, and now here you were, packing your things to move into the Avengers Tower. You honestly weren’t sure what he saw in you; no one did. There were other SHIELD agents with far more useful powers and much better combat skills, yet he had picked you and no one else, making you the third SHIELD agent to join the Avengers since Clint Barton and Natasha Romanoff.

You looked around the empty apartment, scanning for something you and your imperfect vision might have missed, but saw nothing. Was that what others saw when they looked at you, thinking they had packed the whole room while you were standing right in front of them, arms waving in their face and voice begging for them to acknowledge you? No matter. Fury had told you Natasha would be picking you up at 2, meaning you had just over thirty minutes before she got here. Life moved on, and so would you.

Just like in years prior, there were no claps on the back, shiny bows, or patterned gift wrapping, but that was okay. That was okay because you had gotten the gift to protect and serve others.

---

You laid into the punching bag, twenty-eight non-stop uppercuts for your new age as of today. You brushed one hand across your forehead to interrupt the sweat droplets that ran from your hair, Bruce doing his best to praise you in the meantime.

“Good work, Y/N, yeah. Um, stronger than the ones you’ve been doing in the past. Better form too. I think.” You were sure you weren’t meant to hear his last sentence, but a roll of Natasha’s eyes next to you was enough to make you laugh it off. It wasn’t like you could blame him. Training others wasn’t his forte. You weren’t even sure if he trained himself.

Fury’s interest in you had been short-lived, it seemed. To be fair, you were lucky he recruited you in the first place and even luckier that he let you stay on the team. Still, you’d be lying if you said you weren’t disappointed in how you turned out to just be a new puppy to him. With your novelty now wearing off, you became the responsibility of people like Bruce, who never quite wanted you in the first place.

You had nothing against the gentle and kindhearted scientist, but Steve, Nat, or even Clint would’ve been much more obvious choices. Yet somehow the scientist was who Fury appointed. Maybe he was just the only one who accepted the task, the only one not bold enough to deny Fury’s orders outright. Strangely enough, Nat always showed up, but you weren’t entirely sure why, seeing as she usually sat there silently for most of it. She’d occasionally lean in to whisper something to Bruce, but she rarely said anything to you.

Much to Bruce’s—and maybe Natasha’s—relief, Tony strutted into the gym, his charisma already filling in the awkward gaps between you guys that never seemed to disappear, no matter how much time passed.

“Bruce, Nat, just the people I was looking for! It was great to see you guys at the party last night.” You pushed your glasses back up the bridge of your nose before going back to the punching bag; obviously, he was not here to speak with you. As you beat into the bag, getting lost in the rattling of the chain and the rhythm of the combinations, you thought back to last night, when you heard the Avengers’ laughter as they prepared for the gala.

-

You sat in the living room watching a movie with the tiniest but fiercest hope that someone might see you and ask you to come along. This was a party for the Avengers, after all, to celebrate the success of a mission that you had been part of. It had been up to you to cut the power and incapacitate the leader. Somehow the credit had gone to Clint, all the news stations celebrating the archer and his amazing feat. It was fine, whatever, just another chip to brush off of your shoulder—a teeny, tiny chip, really, honestly probably more of a scratch—but you thought you would’ve at least been invited to the party. Yet there you were, your posture slowly drooping as you sank into the leather sofa while your teammates gathered in the elevator to head up to the party. You had taken your phone out and opened the camera app, checking to make sure you hadn’t somehow triggered your invisibility, but, nope, you were very much there. The tears that fell were very much there.

-

“Alright, Tony, I’ll be there for Movie Night tonight, but you gotta go. I need to get back to my training duties.” It was then that Tony finally seemed to realize your presence, turning around with a surprised look on his face.

“Oh, hey, Y/N. You, um, you should come tonight too.” All of his charm was gone, the relaxed smile only hanging on by the tiniest lift of the corner of his mouth. So you did your best to reassure him with a small nod. The smile came back immediately. All was well; Tony Stark does indeed have a heart.

-

Later that night, as you sat alone on the three-person couch, you drew the blankets closer to you. The same movie you had watched last night was playing on the TV. The original plan had been to watch Jaws, but Sam was delighted to find the DVD box to Space Jam on the coffee table, insisting that he’d been wanting to watch it again and how it was such a coincidence it was already out. He wasn’t saying that last night when you asked if anyone wanted to watch it with you, but at least you weren’t watching it alone this time. You looked around at the small groups the Avengers had formed on the other couches, some of them even sitting on the floor—there wasn’t enough space, you guessed—before letting out a sigh. There were no party hats or festive noisemakers, but that was okay. That was okay because… A tap on your knee brought you back to the present moment. You looked down to find the outstretched arm of a familiar redhead, a bowl of popcorn in her hand.

There was no time for wallowing in self-pity. That was okay. You were okay.

---

The harsh sunlight woke you up in time for your thirtieth birthday. Or maybe it was the stiff and lumpy mattress that did it. Either way, you were hoping you’d be able to sleep through it. The rational side of you knew that wasn’t possible—what with being on the run from the US government and all—but one can always hope, right?

You’d stuck with Natasha during the Avengers’ split, pushing for the team to stay together even though you’d never really been part of the team. It wasn’t about you though; you’d seen the amazing things the Avengers could do when they were together. The world needed them.

Well, that line of thinking got you here, in a small cabin in the woods with all the Avengers who had followed Steve, Natasha joining the group later. Happy birthday to you. Although to be fair, it wasn’t like any of your past birthdays had been much better. Once your childish naivety had faded away (which probably took much longer than it should have), the day became something you dreaded, something you hoped each year you would forget about but never quite could. This time, though, you had a small plan. It was going to be different this year.

-

Your knees cracked as you stood, announcing to no one in particular that you were heading off to bed. Rather than heading straight down the hall to your room, though, you cut through the kitchen and grabbed a few things.

Your shoulders dropped slightly as you closed the door, and you allowed yourself to study the contents of your hands: a lighter, candle, and one of the leftover store-bought cupcakes from Steve’s birthday. The cupcakes weren’t great, but no one had the time, energy, or ingredients to make a cake, and, let’s be honest, most of the people here couldn’t bake anyways. Plus, this one had frosting in your favorite color, so you couldn’t complain, especially since it was more than you’d had for your birthday since you could remember.

The wooden bed frame creaked as you shifted to place the candle in the frosting and light it. For the first time that day, you were grateful the windows had no curtains, as they allowed you to see the stars that dotted the sky.

“Happy birthday,” you murmured to yourself, your eyes never leaving the constellations, instead darting around to watch in awe as more and more of the twinkling lights showed up the longer you cared to look.

Just as you tore your eyes away to blow out the candle, a knock rang out against the door. Were you guys spotted? Did you have to leave? You immediately ran to open the door, running through a list of things you’d have to pack the second you heard the order. You weren’t exactly surprised to see Nat standing outside your door, but you were surprised to see her holding a small rectangular box and a bottle of champagne.

“Hey, um, sorry to interrupt.” Your cheeks immediately heated up when you noticed her eyes dart to the cupcake still in your hand. You must’ve forgotten to put it down in your rush to open the door. At least the candle’s flame had gone out. “I get it if you don’t want to celebrate with anyone, but I figured you still deserve a treat on your special day.”

Natasha’s brows furrowed as your head tilted slightly.

“What special day?”

“Um, well, isn’t it your birthday?” You nodded, still not quite understanding what she was asking. Not to mention, the spy’s continued use of filler words surprised you. Sure, the two of you hadn’t interacted with each other much, but a lack of familiarity didn’t usually make her this uneasy. Were you really that invisible that she felt uncomfortable around you despite having known you for three years? But you couldn’t dwell on it with Nat speaking again, her voice pulling you out of your thoughts. “And, um, I noticed the only alcohol you drink is champagne, so… this is for you.”

You stepped back slightly as she nudged the objects towards you, but the spy misunderstood you, taking your surprise as an invitation to enter the room. Before you knew it, you were asking her to sit next to you on the mattress. It wasn’t like you had much of a choice, though; keeping her standing would be rude, and there were no chairs in your room. The two of you sat at least a foot apart, both of your spines straight and neither of you quite meeting the eyes of the other.

“So, um, do you want to open the present first or have your cupcake? Or we can open the champagne if you want.”

“This is a present?” You eyed the brown box she held in her hand. You weren’t sure what it could be. Based on its size, maybe a watch or a pocket knife? But Natasha laughed, simply pushing the box towards you.

“Of course it’s a present. Open it!” So you set the cupcake down on the unstable bedside table, making sure the dessert wouldn’t fall due to the furniture having one leg shorter than the rest. You cast one last glance at Natasha, who gave you a reassuring yet pointed nod, and with that, you lifted the cover. 

It took everything in you to prevent the tears springing in your eyes from overflowing. You lifted the goggles with shaking hands. You had to touch them to make sure they were real, to make sure this wasn’t some sick and twisted dream your brain had forced on you to make you remember how disappointing your past birthdays had been.

“Do you like it?” The blonde asked you softly, her lower lip caught in between her teeth. Had you been thinking clearly, you would’ve been surprised at how apprehensive she sounded, how unsure she was. “I thought it could be something you might want to wear on missions. I noticed your other ones kept slipping down or breaking, and um…” Both of you became antsier as Natasha rambled on, you at how she was being more intimate with you than anyone ever had, and she at how she just couldn’t seem to stop talking despite the fact that, in her opinion, she was digging herself into an increasingly deeper hole. “It’s a lot more sturdy, and there are some other features that I think you’ll appreciate. I had Tony and Bruce make it for you… before, you know, this whole thing happened. And I brought it with me when I left.”

The frames reminded you much of the glasses you had first wanted as a kid, the ones your mother had looked past in favor of the plain black ones. They matched your combat suit, though, even having a small carving of your symbol on the side. You nodded as you choked down a sob, forcing yourself to meet the former assassin’s gaze to try to thank her properly.

“I love it, Natasha. Thank you so much. I- it’s… it’s amazing.” Nat dipped her head as if to nod, but you didn’t miss the way her cheeks flushed red or how a hint of her characteristic smirk appeared.

“Of course. It’s the least I could do.” Your eyes returned to the glasses in your hand. You’d try them out the second Natasha left. “So, cake now?”

“Yes, right, of course,” you nodded immediately, shaking your head at how you had managed to forget about the one thing you had planned to do for your birthday. Before you could reach for the frosted dessert, Natasha relit the candle and handed the cupcake to you as she began to sing “Happy Birthday.” When she reached the last note, you could hold it in no longer, and all the tears immediately began to flow.

“Oh my god, Y/N, I’m so sorry. Is my singing really that bad?” The redhead wasn’t sure whether to pull you closer or move away as she ran a hand through her hair, but she felt slightly comforted when she noticed you shaking your head.

“No, no, it’s just…” Natasha hesitantly began to rub your back in an effort to calm your sobs, “No one’s ever sang that for me before.”

“Ever?” She winced slightly at how her voice cracked, betraying her emotions to you despite her attempts to remain composed.

“Well, there used to be a video of it from my third birthday, but… I was three. So I don’t really remember it.” Natasha thought back to the many birthday celebrations the team had held, none of them being for you. The door to your room was always closed on your birthday. She’d always thought you had just gone out with friends and family, people outside of the Avengers, and who was she to get in the way of you and those you loved? But it had been the opposite. You had been hiding away in your room, and she hadn’t helped matters at all by waiting for three years to do anything. If only she’d gained the courage earlier, she could’ve helped ease your pain much sooner.

But all you saw through your tears was the way her head was cocked to the side, her spy training paying off as you couldn’t even begin to predict what she might be thinking. Your confusion slowed your tears somewhat, but that didn’t last for long as your mind shifted gears. You were ever the fool for sharing something so vulnerable with someone you barely knew.

So it was much to your surprise when Natasha finally reached her hand toward you, using her thumb to brush off the last few tears that made their way down your cheeks.

“You’ve never been invisible to me, Y/N. I see you. Always.” And with that, without responding, you turned away from her with a sniff to blow out the candle. “What’d you wish for?” the spy asked lightly, hoping the joke would help lift your mood.

“Nothing. This was more than I could’ve ever asked for.” Nat nodded slowly, keeping her eyes on you as she reached to take out the candle. Your eyes remained on the cupcake as if it would be ripped away from you if you turned away for a second. With her hand returned to your back, you began to dig into the cupcake, your eyes closing as you savored the taste. A cupcake just for you, on your birthday. Sure, it was a leftover cupcake, the frosting a bit too sweet and the cake itself dry and somewhat stale, but that didn’t matter. It was still the first in thirty years. 

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That night, you lay in bed with the stars overhead, a smile on your face as you thought about the day’s events, your best birthday ever.

And maybe it was naive of you to believe what Natasha had told you earlier that day—it wasn’t like the thought hadn’t crossed your mind several times in the few hours since she told you that—but then you thought about the champagne and the glasses she’d given you. You thought about the way she’d examined your apartment with you one last time before she brought you to the Avengers Tower, about the way she gave you an encouraging smile during training when you became exhausted with Bruce’s cluelessness, about the way she’d shared her popcorn on movie nights with you and only you.

And in the room next to you, Natasha thought about your confusion, your tears, and the way desperation, hope, and amazement filled your face when you looked at her right before you blew out the candle. It was then that she made a vow to herself, to show you that you’d never be invisible, especially not to her.

“Happy birthday, Y/N,” she whispered, “You are seen.”

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Dark Clouds (+18) /// Shoto x Male Reader

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Rating: Explicit 18+ Only Minors DNI

Summary:  You love Shoto more than anything but what if you were the only thing standing in between him and his dreams? Smut+Angst

A prequel to Cloud Nine.

Word count: 3k+

Warnings/tags: Angst, Blackmail, Morning Sex, Breakup, Soft Dom Shoto, Praise, Explicit sexual content, Oral sex (receiving), He/Him pronouns, All characters are adults.

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“Oh fuck Shoto! Please just a little more,” You beg, your back arching off the bed as you push his head down. Your fiancé had made it a habit to wake you up with his mouth on your cock, licking up your cum like it was his last meal.

After living together for a month you thought he would finally start to calm down but his need for you had only grown. He had barely left the apartment, deciding to take a vacation to spoil you instead of working on climbing the ranks. You tried to convince him to focus more on his career, but he would drop to his knees every time you brought it up.

“I love this pretty cock,” He groaned, swiping his tongue over your tender glands as more precum leaked from your slit. His lips closed around your tip, sucking it into his mouth while his fingers teased your tight hole.

You yelp and clench your thighs, caging in his head but he didn’t seem to mind. In fact, your soft thighs against his ears sent him into a frenzy. He thrust his long fingers into you, curling them up to press against your sweet spot.

Your body bolts up, curling around his head but he continued on, never giving you an ounce of mercy. With your head directly above his, the lewd sounds of his mouth filled your ear, sending you further down the rabbit hole.

He released your cock from his mouth and moved to your hole to gather more of your addicting taste with his tongue. “My baby has such a good hole. So tight and hot, and it’s all mine.”

You let out a whine at his praise, you wanted to always belong to him. To never leave his side as he rose to meet his dreams.

He added a third lubed finger into your ass, stretching you open in preparation for his cock. You hiss at the slight burn but it fades quickly as his expert fingers began to fall in temperature, soothing the ache. He had always been so considerate during sex, always making sure you were well stretched before he ever tried to enter you.

The first time the two of you had sex was not the greatest but it was a moment in your life you would never forget. For hours he explored your body, experimenting and exploring you to understand exactly what you liked. By the end of the night, you were both absolutely exhausted, barely able to move.

His tongue returned to your cock, teasing the side of it with the tongue as his fingers continue to pump into your ass. Your breathing grows frantic and your body becomes tight as the pleasure swelled inside you. You could feel your thighs tremble around his head and your hands shake.

He smiled as your sweet hole trembled around his fingers, his baby was close. Remembering to not speed up he kept his movements consistent, listening for your little mewls to direct his touch.

As your breathing grew more labored and body tense he took you all the way into his mouth, sucking to pull every last ounce of pleasure from you. It was the final straw, he watched in awe as you fell apart. Your ass milking his fingers while your cock pulsed in his mouth with each spurt of cum.

Normally he would keep his mouth on your cock, cleaning up your orgasm with his tongue but he had to be at work in twenty minutes. Grudgingly he moved his mouth from your sex and rose to his knees. He gently slid his hands under you and flipped you over, exposing your mouthwatering ass to his view.

Holding his breath to stop from cumming, he lifted your hips up and pushed your back down. It looked as though you were presenting yourself to him. While he loved watching your face as you cum, this view definitely had its perks.

Lining his tip with your entrance he watched himself sink into you. Your cute moans filling his ears, serenading him as he bottomed out. Wanting a better view, he grabbed your ass with his large hands and spread it open, exposing your tight rosebud. He ignored your squeal of protest and started to thrust, watching you take his cock so perfectly.

Each thrust into your tight heat drove him further into insanity. He would never grow tired of this, tired of you. He still wasn’t sure how he managed to get you to agree to marry him, it still felt unreal, like someone was going to rip the floor out from under him. Something as good as you never happened to someone like him, something always messed it up.

“Shoto,” You whine, dragging him out of his thoughts. “Fuck, I need more.”

Determined to have you cum around his cock he reached around and wrapped his hand around the base of your cock. He let out a sly grin watching your body jerk as he thrust his hand, knowing the extra stimulation would send you right over the edge.

“Please, Shoto, please,” You begged, the tight coil inside your chest reeling tighter with each lazy pump of his hand. You lose the ability to speak, only moans leaving your lips.

“That’s it, that is my good boy. So perfect for me. I want you to cum on my cock while I watch,” He says hoarsely behind you. That was all it took, the spring inside you snapped sending you spiraling into oblivion.

Your toes curl in uncontrollably as you scream into the pillow, the brutal waves of pleasure crashing into you. You couldn’t even breathe as your rode out each pulsing wave. His hand did not stop milking your cock, instead teasing you through the high. Making you ride the wave as long as possible before his thrusts started to fall out of rhythm.

You lay face down into the bed, exhausted as he finally falls apart. You could feel his cock pulse inside you as his cum fills you. Once he finally finished he rolled off the top and laid next to you, pulling you into his arms.

You both lay there for a few minutes, not needing words as you recover from the morning quickie. Shoto pushed himself up on his elbows and placed a soft kiss on your forehead. He then stood out of bed and started to get ready. You lie in bed and watch as he dons his uniform and smooths out his sex hair.

“I should be home for dinner today, I am only scheduled to patrol until five.”

You nod, “Do you want to go out? Mina said the new soba place was really good.”

Shoto flashed you a warm smile, “I would love that, I’ll see you tonight.”

You push up on your elbows to meet his lips for one last kiss before he leaves. No matter how many times you kissed him, he always managed to take your breath away. You bring your hand up to his cheek as he slowly pulled away and looked into his eyes.

“Please be safe.”

He tilts his head into your hand, giving you some of its weight. “Don’t worry, I promise I will always come back to you.”

You drop your hand and lay back down, watching as he leaves the confines of the bedroom, and listened for the front door to close. Slipping on one of your lazy shirts, you make your way to the kitchen. You grab a few ingredients and cook a quick breakfast, eating it while you watch the news. Thankfully there was nothing big going on in the city, only a few petty criminals.

Shoto was more capable of taking care of himself but it was hard not to worry. You knew what you signed up for when you agreed to go out with Shoto, but he made all the stress and worry worth it.

You sit at the small counter and eat your breakfast. You avoid scheduling anything on your days off just in case they let Shoto off early so you had nothing planned. You put your dishes in the sink and start to collect some laundry, you could at least clean up some before you rested.

A loud buzz filled the apartment signaling someone was wanting to come up. You drop off the laundry and click on the speaker. Shoto had chosen this apartment because of the added security measures in place. No one could come up to the floor without a key or explicit permission.

“Hello?” You say into the small mic, unsure who would be asking to come up. Shoto hadn’t mention anyone planning on coming over.

“Can I come up?” The deep powerful voice of Endeavor said to the mic.

For a brief moment, your heart stopped. You tried to frantically think of what to say but no words came to mind. You had only ever met him once and you had Shoto by your side. You know he does not approve of your relationship with Shoto, after all, Shoto is going to be one of the world’s strongest heroes and you were well you.

“Just a minute,” You say to buy time as you debate whether or not to call Shoto. On one hand, having him by your side would keep Endeavor in line but on the other, you should be able to handle being around your fiance’s father. After all once you get married he will be family.

You suck in a stabilizing breath and call down to the front desk to give Endeavor permission to come up. While you waited for him to arrive you run to the bedroom and quickly put on a more presentable outfit. You still wanted to call Shoto, to have his supporting hand at the small of your back as you talk to the flame hero.

Three stern knocks signaled that Endeavor had arrived. You turn the knob and ignore the dread filling your stomach, you could do this. Endeavor knew better than to hurt you, he probably just wanted to talk about your engagement.

You stood frozen in the doorway and stare at the flame hero. He did not have any of his usual fire blazing, letting you see his natural hair better. Without his flames or hero uniform, he was a lot less intimidating.

You plaster on your best smile, “Please, come in.”

He steps into your shared apartment and takes off his shoes. You smile, this was definitely a good start. You both silently make your way to the dining room and sit. You were unsure what you need to do so you sit silently and wait.

Endeavor cleared his throat, “This is a very nice place the two of you share. Shoto chose well.”

You give a cautious smile, “I do really love this apartment. I have never lived somewhere with a view as nice as this one and it is easy for both of us to get to work from here.”

Endeavor nodded, “I won’t waste any more of your time, pretending to be here for a visit. I am sure you have seen the news lately. Shoto has fallen over two spots in rank compared to last year. After evaluating his skills and performance in the field, my agency has determined that his fall in rank is due to the amount of time he is taking off.”

You stiffen in your seat, scared of where this is going to go.

“I allowed this relationship to continue as it was not worth getting Shoto upset with my interference, but this is going too far. You are ruining his chances at becoming the number one hero.”

Your mouth dropped open in shock, “Excuse me!”

Endeavor reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small booklet. He opens it to reveal a single check. He pushes it over to you, the box for the amount was blank.

“You fill out how much you want to leave this relationship.”

“You can’t be serious, what kind of person do you think I am?”

Endeavor’s face held no emotion, “How much?”

Your face twists in anger, “Fuck you! I’m not leaving Shoto, not for any amount of money. You can take this check and shove it-”

“If you do not leave I will be forced to take action.”

A rush of fear runs through you, “What do you mean?”

Endeavor sighed, “I let Shoto leave my agency with the understanding that he would still work to climb his way to the top. He is no longer doing this. If he continues like this I will have to call up the agency he is working at and have him removed from their staff.”

“Removed, you mean fired. You will have him fired because he is going to marry me?” Your throat began to grow tight as the world started to close in around you.

“I am going to have him removed because he can’t do his job properly and be with you.”

You begin to shake, “And how is that going to help him become the number one hero?”

“Simple, he will have to come work for me again. Under my influence, he will take over the number one spot in no time.”

“You know he hates working for you. He loves the agency he is working at, you would rip that way from him?”

Endeavor’s flames started to sprout, “I have seen too many heroes with potential never amount to anything because of relationships like yours. I will be damned if the same happens to Shoto.”

“So I will talk to Shoto about not taking as much time off.” You try to reason.

Endeavor shakes his head, “It is far too late for that. It is not just me who is taking notice to his slacking. If he continues to behave the way he is, I won’t even need to make the call to have him removed. If you want him to not have to work for me you will leave him or all of this will be your fault.”

Endeavor stands to his full height, “After today if I see you anywhere with him he will come to work for me whether he wants to or not.”

He leaves you to sit alone in the apartment. You sit still in your chair, unsure what to think. How could a morning that started so perfect end up like this? You somehow managed not to cry, too focused on figuring out what to do.

You know Shoto loved you, he made sure to tell you almost every day, but could he love you if it meant he had to do something he hated? He loved working at the agency with Inasa and others. The time he spent working under his dad was some of the most miserable of his life.

The entire reason the two of you even met was that he went out with his friends to celebrate finally leaving his father’s agency. How could you ask him to stay with you if it meant returning to misery?

With no one to turn to you flip on the tv, needed background noise as you try to find a solution. You could not ask Mina or Kirishima for help, they would spill to Shoto the minute you told them. If he even caught a hint at what was going on he would go berserk.

You had only ever seen him mad once when a fan tried to throw something at you. His entire demeanor changed from quiet and calm into a simmering rage. He would have easily laid out the fan but you somehow managed to calm him enough to convince him to go home. He had spent hours fucking you to get out his rage. By the time he was back to normal your entire body was covered in hickeys and bruises.

You shake your head to clear your mind of, this was not time to think about sex. You look around the apartment you share with Shoto and feel tears begin to well in your eyes. You didn’t want to leave him. Being with him these past few months had been the happiest of your life. You had never loved someone like you loved him.

Could you live with yourself if you had to watch the beautiful light in his eyes fade if he worked for Endeavor? In the dark of night, Shoto would confide in you about his childhood. How his father only saw him as a tool to overcome All Might. If you stayed with him he would have to be around that mindset every day.

Shoto deserved happiness, even if it was not with you. He was young and handsome, he could easily find someone else. You know it will be hard on him but you could not live with yourself if you had to watch him grow to be miserable.

You lift your chin up, you had to break up with Shoto, it was the only option.

You turn to the bedroom and grab a duffel bag you used moving in. You had to move your stuff out before he got home. You know if he had time he would be able to convince you to stay.

You haphazardly pack away your clothes, not bothering to fold the piles as you shove them into the bag. You would only be able to pack a bag without a car to move.

The small click of a lock stopped you dead in your tracts. No, he wasn’t supposed to be home for at least another hour. The bag drops out of your fingers and you run to the living room. He was standing in the kitchen with the fridge open. He did always get hungry after patrol.

He turned his head at the sound of your footsteps and smiled. Your heart finally broke in half, you were never going to have this again. Deep sobs tore up your throat and before you could stop them fat tears began to fall.

Shoto’s face filled with panic and he rushed over to you, wrapping his strong arms around your waist and pulling you into his chest.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, his voice filled with panic.

This only makes you cry harder, you didn’t want to do this. The weight of your loss grew stronger as his hold tightened.

“W-we have to break up,” You incoherently sob into his chest.

“Baby, I don’t understand what you are saying, can you look at me?” He gently bruised his hand up your forehead pushing your head back so he could look into your eyes.

Your lower lip trembles but you somehow manage to speak, “I am calling off the engagement, I can’t do this anymore.”

You watch as his face drops, his eyes wide with confusion, “Baby, what are you talking about? What is wrong, did something happen when I was gone?”

You shake your head, “I can’t do this anymore.” Lie. “Being with you is exhausting.” Lie. “I thought you were the one but I was wrong.” Lies, lies, lies. You hate every word that comes from your lips but this had to hurt. You had to make him hate you, it was the only way.

He drops the arms that once held you close to him, “I don’t, I don’t understand? We were fine this morning, what happened?” His blue eyes were glossy with unfallen tears.

You wrapped your arms tight around your waist for mock comfort. “I-I have been thinking about this since you proposed, I can’t handle dating a hero it is too much stress. I am m-miserable.”

Watching Shoto struggle to speak as he processed what you said hurt more than just ripping your own heart out.

“Why didn’t you say something sooner? Why did you let this go on for so long if you felt that way?”

You shake your head, “I thought I would get used to it, but it has only gotten worse.”

“But this morning and every day before that you never said anything. You seemed happy.” He turned his back to you and walked towards the kitchen.

“Why now? What changed?”

You needed to end this before he asked any more questions, you let thick walls close around your heart and go for the kill, “Because I don’t love you anymore.”

His entire face crumbles as if you had stabbed him. Unable to look at him any longer you grab your duffel from the bedroom. You take one last look at the bedroom, the bed still a mess after this morning.

The weight of your loss was so suffocating you couldn’t even breathe as you walk past Shoto. He stood still in the living room unmoving in shock. He blinked strongly a few times like he was trying to wake up from a terrible nightmare.

You reach the front door “I am going to stay at Mina’s if you need anything. I’m so sorry Shoto.”

This was for the best, he could receiver from losing you. You were only in his life for a few months but his dream of being a hero had been lifelong. This breakup will only be a road bump in his journey to success. You knew he will reach the top, it just won’t be with you.

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Jolly Rancher - JJ Maybank

Request: Hey! Do you think you could do an imagine where the reader is Sarah’s twin and all the pogues are at a party or on the boat and her blood sugar drops really low (she has type one diabetes) and her pump keeps beeping. She is mid passing out, not feeling good and rafe has her Insulin so little bit of big brother rafe worried about his little sister and JJ and her not being together yet but he was super worried about her (like all of the pogues tbh). Thanks xxxx I really love your writing 🥺 every time you post something it makes my day

A/N: I did moderate research for this because the only person I actually know with diabetes is a cousin I don’t speak to. 

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In hindsight, taking the Druthers out in the bay for a party after sunset wasn’t exactly the best idea you and Sarah had ever come up with. And yeah, technically, taking the boat out would have been totally fine and acceptable but none of you had considered bringing anything but alcohol with you. Six pogues (two honorary) on a yacht in the middle of the bay with just alcohol and weed. It was a bad combination in any version of the world but especially in this one, where you’d been pregaming white claw because you were finally, finally, gonna tell JJ how you felt about him.

The crush had been a saga ongoing since you had first discovered JJ Maybank, which coincided with discovering that boys, while terrible, were incredibly attractive. And sometimes...not too terrible. John B had started working for your family the summer before highschool and at the same time JJ started to pop up. Around the Druthers when John B was cleaning the boat, in a neighbor’s yard mowing the grass or cleaning the pool. And then at the Island Club. By then you’d started hanging out with Kiara and her friends and JJ wasn’t just some cute guy who was friends with John B.  

“Honey,” Kiara laughed, reaching for the can of Naturdays in your hand, “I think you need to slow down.”  

“I’m fine.” You promised, knee jerking rapidly as you gulped the rest of the drink down before Kiara could take it from you.  

You weren’t a heavy drinker. The last time you’d gotten drunk was in ninth grade, at a house party on the cut with Kiara. You’d guzzled down one too many Pabst trying to act cool in front of JJ and had ended up in the hospital in diabetic shock. Once everyone was sure you weren’t going to die, your father had laid into you about how irresponsible you were and how you had acted like a child. It was embarrassing, mostly because you were still saddled to a hospital bed and your friends were standing in the hallway, well within ear shot of Ward.  

After that, you stayed away from anything more than two drinks at a party and you always kept your insulin with you. Except, apparently, for tonight. You’d gotten yourself worked up over confessing your feelings to JJ and the possibility of rejection that you were well on the way to drunk. And your insulin was in your backpack, in Rafe’s truck.  

“You’re not fine.” Kiara laughed, “you’re like, buzzing.”

“Buzzing,” you offered her a dopey smile as you leaned forward, whirling your pointer finger around as you made buzzing noises and tried to poke her.  

“What the hell?” She swatted your hand away, “are you sure you’re okay?”

The commotion was enough to get Sarah’s attention and she turned away from John B to look over at the two of you. “You’re like vibrating babe,” Sarah said, “you’re really jittery.”

“Fine, I’m fine...I’m all good.” You promised, bracing your hand on Sarah’s shoulder as you went to stand up. You missed your footing, tripping over the air and hitting the deck before either Kiara or Sarah could catch you.  

“Oh my god!” Kiara got down on her knees next to you and helped you sit up, leaning partially against her. She pushed your shirt up so that she could check your pump and noticed realized it had been going off. “Hey, do you have like...something to boost her blood sugar? I think it’s dropping really low, I can’t really read this?”

“It’s definitely low.” You replied, hands shaking as you checked your pump, “yeah...too much...too much alcohol.”

“Where’s your insulin?” Sarah asked, crouching down so she could try to meet your eyes, “hey, look at me, where’s your insulin?”  

You hummed, a little too long before finally looking at Sarah, “uh, Rafe’s...shit, Rafe’s truck.”

“Are you kidding me? Fuck!” Sarah cursed, getting up to grab her phone so she could call him, “John B, can you take us back?”

“Yeah, yeah,” he nodded, heading for the ladder.  

“Here!” JJ pushed through Pope and Kiara, spilling the contents of his backpack onto the deck beside you. Amongst a change of clothes, some pilfered pens, his wallet, house keys, weed, a stick of deodorant, and a travel toothbrush, was a bag of jolly ranchers. He grabbed a green one out and unwrapped it, holding it out to you, “here, it’ll make you feel better.”

“You have a bag of jolly ranchers in your backpack?” Kiara asked incredulously.

“Of course,” JJ replied, “if her sugar drops she said one jolly rancher usually does the trick.”  

It was a stupid thing to smile about, especially since you were currently using Kiara to hold yourself up and sucking on green apple jolly rancher, but you couldn’t help it. You had mentioned that ages ago, the first time you went out with the pogues after your drunken night turned ER visit, as you sat on the dock next to JJ. You had doubted he’d even cared and been embarrassed afterward for just rambling on about yourself but he remembered.

“You remembered,” you said as JJ sat beside you, letting you lean on his shoulder as the yacht headed back to the dock.  

Sarah had gotten a hold of Rafe quicker than she expected. He was already talking when he answered the phone, telling her that he was on the way back from Topper’s. According to Rafe he turned his truck immediately, that was what he told you later, when you were feeling more like yourself again. That he’d realized your backpack was still sitting on the passenger seat and he did a u-turn right there in the middle of the street. You weren’t sure that was totally true, your older brother’s pension for dramatics and your family’s obsession with treating you like a baby.  

Usually, it felt stifling but right now you were feeling pretty shitty about yourself. The jolly rancher did exactly what it was supposed to, boosting your blood sugar enough that you were beginning to feel better.  

“What were thinking?” Rafe called the minute he boarded the Druthers, “you know alcohol makes your blood sugar drop!”

“I know, I know!” You huffed, crossing your arms over your chest. You’d moved from the floor to the couch, JJ leaving your side the minute your brother ran up the jetty. “I’m not a kid Rafe,” you muttered, grabbing your backpack from him.

“Really? Cause you left your bag in my truck and you’re out here drinking your ass off.” He snapped.  

“She’s okay,” Sarah urged.

“What if she wasn’t?”

“I am! And I’m right here!” You huffed, “Rafe, thank you and I know you were worried but I’m okay.”  

Rafe sighed, running a hand through his hair, “I’m not trying to be dad here...but you can’t take risks like that, you know better.”  

“I’m fine!” You slung your backpack over your shoulder and pushed passed Rafe, climbing down the ladder to the jetty. You’d apologize later, for now you were irritable and embarrassed and you just wanted to be back in your room, locked in where no one could see you and remind you how horrible this entire night was. The only decent thing that had happened was JJ but the more you let yourself psychoanalyze everything that happened the more you were positive that the pogues just saw you as a kid too. Like you couldn’t take care of yourself. Like you hadn’t been for the last ten years, since you were diagnosed.  

The Druthers said docked but you couldn’t tell from your bedroom window if everyone had gone home or if they were still hanging out and partying. You thought about texting Sarah but she would just tell you to come back down to the dock and stop pouting in your bedroom. You did your usual checks, to make sure your blood sugar had gone back up, and changed into comfier clothes. Even scrubbing off your makeup...you’d let this shitty feeling die before you saw anyone again.  

Or at least, that was the plan. As you were sitting in bed though, a knock at your window startled you. Not just a tap but a full-on knock. You climbed out of bed and went to the window, laughing when you saw JJ standing on the small balcony off your room.  

“What are you doing here?” You mouthed, reaching for the lock so you could open the window.

He pointed to his ear and then shrugged his shoulders, “I can’t hear you.”

You rolled your eyes as you pushed the window open and sat on the sill, “What are you doing here JJ?” You were trying your best to calm your racing heart, the last thing you needed was to go into cardiac arrest in front of him too.

“You left the party.”

“Not exactly in a partying mood...I was being stupid tonight.”

He sat down on the windowsill beside you, facing out toward the backyard but turning to look at you, “hey, I’m stupid every night.”

“You know what I mean,” you laughed, “I’m so careful...I haven’t had a night that bad in a long time.”

“Why weren’t you? Careful, tonight, I mean.” He asked.  

“It’s stupid.” You put your hands on your knees and looked away from him. You’d hyped yourself up to crashing lows and now he wanted you to tell him why? “You should go back to the party.”

“Not really in the mood...can you believe it?” He laughed like it was nothing but you could hear the heaviness in his voice.

“Sorry.”

“It’s not your fault...I just meant. If you’re up here, I don’t really feel like hanging out down there.”

You bit down on your bottom lip and looked over at him, feeling just the slightest catch in your throat. For a second you thought this night was going to get even worse and you’d throw up...but instead you just started talking, words falling out with no control, “I pregamed with Sarah before we even got on the Druthers cause I told her I was gonna tell you tonight that I liked you but I was so nervous that you would tell me you didn’t wanna date me so I just kept drinking...” you said. You realized a moment later what the implication was, “not that its on you that my sugars dropped...or like, not that you have to say you like me just cause I almost passed out.”

“What if I do like you though?”  

“You do?” You asked, shifting more toward him, “seriously?”

“Yeah, seriously...why do you think I came all the way up here? Or carry around jolly ranchers? I like you...I’d do anything for you.” He replied.  

You couldn’t stop the smile on your face as you leaned closer to him, “oh well, now it’s definitely your fault.”  

He laughed, “let me make it up to you.”  

You nodded, standing up and climbing back through the window before holding your hand out for him. JJ was quick to his feet, taking your hand and pushing the window closed as he followed you further into your room.  

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