#so fuck there's some ugly truth to that statement

[apollo-zero-one]

Man I can't believe I had the chance to go to a performing arts school up through middle school and I fuckin quit after 6 months just because I got bullied. BRO YOUR HOMEWORK WAS POETRY!! YOU HAD TO PRACTICE DANCING TO COTTON EYE JOE AS YOUR BIG UNIT TEST. GYM CLASS HAD A CIRCUS UNIT!! YOU HAD A WHOLE DAILY CLASS ON IMPROV!!! YOU FOOL!! YOU ABSOLUTE IMBICILE!! YOU COULD HAVE BEEN A YOUTUBER!!! YOU COULD HAVE BEEN ONE OF THOSE TWEENAGERS GETTING LOADED BY MAKING SHITTY YOUTUBE SHORTS IN 2008-14!! But noooOoooOOOoo little miss Noellie (who WANTED TO GO!! who worked SO HARD and sent in an application essay and did an INTERVIEW to get in!!) couldn't handle disruptive classmates or little scuffles and petty grudges and general Attitude of the other students and cried to mommy to put her back in public school. I am EATING MY HAIR over what Could Have Been. I COULD BE SOMEONE'S ANNOYING YOUTUBER!! I could be a DISGRACED DISNEY CHANNEL STAR!! I could be an America's Got Talent winner! A mild to moderately successful comedian! I could be making short films!! But no no no precious thin skinned baby me heard a few new cus words and watched a teacher get heckled and begged to give up The Dream in favor of?? Quiet math tests?? I am such a fucking quitter I quit everything the second it gets too hard I always take the out as soon as it's offered what's my fucking damage.....

#I had SO MUCH POTENTIAL and I SQUANDERED IT!! weak ass third grade PUSSY! Your life could have been SO SICK!! #or you could at least be addicted to cocain or something interesting like that!! Boring ass goody two shoes always just staying home doing #NOTHING bitch make a REAL FRIEND go to a God Damn PARTY live a little instead of just hiding in the closet eating saltine crackers for years #waiting for it to be quiet outside before you ever even toed the line #mentally ill self-isolating motherfucker #you could have shrugged it off you could have GROWN A PAIR and FOUGHT BACK but you just ran and cried for mommy #victim complex little bitch baby always whining and exaggerating and making shit up fucking LIAR I am you and I KNOW what you did and I know #you knew it wasn't the truth and you regretted it the moment it came out of uour mouth but once you'd said it you just swallowed it back and #doubled down incriminating or discrediting others with your lies. For why? Because you didn't like them? You could have ruined someone's #life you wouldn't have hesitated mayhe you did and don't even remember because you cant keep your mouth shut with your pants ablaze #manipulative little shit and to WHAT END? Pity? Sympathy? Attention? Entertainment?? What was even going on in your stupid ugly head? #This is a callout post for my third grade self that possessed demon ass evil nine year old. That kid drowned anthills in olive oil and #poisoned a wild animal once. That kid cut plants just to see if they oozed. That kid modified her whole ass personality on a dime for a boy #she had a crush on. INSTANTLY dropped a LIFELONG CULTURAL ALLEGIANCE (thats what football teams were like back then in our town) because he #said he had the opposite allegiance??? What the fuck? girl had NO integrity none zip zilch. #No empthy either that kid looked at everyone else on earth like they were friggin space aliens and she was the only one with Real feelings. #bitch literally thought like 'I have Feelings they just have Reactions' bitch what the fuckkkkk #that nine year old was fucked the hell up!!! #and for literally NO REASON!! No cause!! Just born fucking evil and weird. jesus fuck. #Evil ass bitch caused her autistic brother months of nightmares and then laughed about it and wrote poetry about how evil he was because he? #was a kid??? Normal sibling rivalry taken way way way too far defamatory ass statements #and this girl had NO CONSEQUENCES because she could lie and manipulate her way out of ANYTHING she had the baby eyes and the helpless charm #and played dumb soooo well . read people like some calculative evil AI scanning their faces for microexpressions and overanalyzing each word #choice like holy shit. its not That Deep. pretentious shit trying to play 5D chess on a checkers board. #Manipulating shit just to see what happens?? zero awareness?? no asking just skipping straight to testing for yourself?? #'What happens if I step on this' it fucking breaks 'what does that taste like?' it's not fucking yours to mess with 'if I hit this person #how will they respond?' they'll be upset use your goddamn judgement you are NINE not TWO do you even care a little about any other person?? #Are you just living in some other reality??? #callout post for the fucking demon child inside of me #im so goddamn problematic I'm so so so deeply mentally disturbed and broken for no reason

[lovingksuki]

✰ SECRET ADMIRER

— highschoolers bakugo x fem!reader

synopsis: an anonymous love letter appears in your locker on valentine's day. surprised, you and your best friend start an investigation to uncover who was that person observing you from afar. meanwhile, a flushed bakugo tries to ruin your plans on the undercover alongside his shitty-haired buddy

cw: sfw; mostly fluff; lil angst; very insecure bakugo; romantic comedy; puberty; silly jokes; little swearing.

a/n: this is part one of three. let me know if you want this mini series to be continued :) and pls be patient since english is not my first language hehe ;;

word count: 1k

"oh c'mon! what if there's a heart shaped letter in your locker? you never know..."

"there's not."

"you can't be so certain about it. my girl is never looking her surroundings, who knows if someone got their heart pierced by an arrow?" mina pointed.

"shut up, every year the same thing..." you rushed and right after turning the corridor you captured by distance. "ok. maybe you were right." you said finding the metal compartment half closed.

then you grabbed the red paper in her hands, paying attention to the almost dry daisy taped lazily on the front; glanced around not spotting anything or anyone suspicious about it, then turned to your best friend.

"i got a feeling you're part of this." spurred.

"whoa, i was joking just now! even i am chocked. who's the sender?" the pink colored girl held her hands up in protest.

"i don't know, there's only my name." you stated carefully sticking the little flower out.

"let me search for a hint." mina took the letter from your hands suddenly, mumbling while quickly skimming through the words looking for something useful. she gasped before smirking at the content and then continued mumbling.

"enjoying yourself!?" you sighed waiting.

"mkay, done." handed the letter. "nothing between the lines. who wrote this sure is smart enough to not leak their identity."

"that's for me to decide. you ain't the smartest kind." you chuckled.

"hey!"

"more like the pretty girl type."

"you sly thing! you received a love letter, who's the pretty girl again?" both laughed at the statement and headed out to the cafeteria. "not reading it?"

"can't think when i am this hungry. we should hurry."

at the lunchtime the subject was the same. you two were discussing with your mouths full, sitting by yourselves on a table far enough from eavesdropping.

"hear me out. there's this line that seems to be rewritten over and over, it's a bit tattered." you mentioned. "it says: 'i'm still hesitant about what you think about me' and thanks to the pressure they put on paper seems to be 'afraid of who i am' underneath."

"adds a lot of nothing to our investigation. that's what everybody would say in a confession, i mean, nobody likes being dumped." pinky pointed out unfazed.

"yeah but, i don't think it's meaningless, what if this person is truly insecure about themselves." you pondered.

"or they're just ugly." mina chewed on her meal.

"i don't think that's the case... remember when you told me that thing you read about pretty boys' handwriting?" you brought up.

"did you actually believe that!? was just a discussion in a girl's meme forum." the pink one remarked.

"but there's some truth behind it. if you consider that people with a smaller hand can grip on a pen better when writing, also means the ones with big hands tend to have a sloppier handwriting!" you stated confident about your theory.

"girl, you're tripping... does this mean we're going across the school measuring boys' hands?" mina smirked unconvinced.

"precisely."

꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦

"what a fucking waste of time..." said raging.

"dude, calm down. at least you poured your feelings out..." eijiro reassured his bestfriend trying to point out the bright side of things.

but while he's the bright side, katsuki was the dark side. they say a good relationship is based in balance, in this case it makes total sense.

"you even checked if she read it?" asked the red haired.

"when she and mina walked by me at the corridor they were whispering and giggling like little lambs. probably laughing at that letter though." pouted.

"you're being paranoid, they're always like that."

"they're up to something..." bakugo murmured.

whilst the two struggled to put up with the 'plan cupid', the other two were constructing the 'plan pretty boy's handwriting'.

"as i was saying, a pencil has six inches approximately, we're looking for a hand as big at least. if we measure our hands we can compare with theirs without them noticing." stated grabbing a pen off her case.

"you're truly a genius. i refuse to accept you failed strategic test last week." mina complimented.

"i was in a really bad mood that day... anyway!" justified while traced her own hand in a empty page of mina's notebook. "fifteen centimeters. do yours and we're good to go!" demanded agitated.

when looking for friends of theirs, the girls pretended to just have a walk around the school.

"what if it was a girl?" mina asked suddenly.

"i doubt. how many girls with large hands do we know?" claimed.

"mmm... asui-san?"

"you've got to be kidding...!" pulled her phone and dialed quickly a number. "hey!" you smiled. "no, nothing really urgent, i just wanted to ask... are you perhaps in love with me?" questioned without any filter.

"girl you gone mad?" mina whispered holding back a laughter.

"uh, ok. anyways, thank you. we talk later, kisses!" you hung up. "see? that's not her."

"woah you're so straightforward! it scares me sometimes..."

the boys exited the restroom still discussing, but when the blondie heard a certain voice he stepped back. pulled eijiro's tie to hide behind a pillar with him. "shut it!" mouthed.

"i just wanted to ask... are you perhaps in love with me?"

"uh, ok."

his face started to burn as he became more anxious. could only hear a few words, enough to bring the boy into complete state of panic.

after the girls left he released his breath.

"stop overthinking! she just received a love letter, of course she's curious!" kirishima said.

"i didn't say anything, shitty-hair!"

"your face shows!" sighed. "seriously, how can she be so oblivious? just look at you! you're terrible at hiding."

"i- i... she doesn't even talk to me that often..." katsuki pitied.

"bro, you're not the friendliest around here. but she doesn't seem to be afraid of you." kiri pondered. "have you ever tried to smile?"

he looked at the red spiked guy and opened a shy smile.

"a bit more."

every time bakugo tried to put on smiling face it looked creepy. "be more genuine." said eijiro.

trying his best, but even with so much effort... his buddy analyzed. "ok. it looks absolutely terrifying."

"shit."

#mha fanfiction #mha bakugou #mha fluff #bakugou katsuki #bakugou x fem!reader #bakugo x reader #self insert #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #bakugou x you #bakugou fluff #bnha bakugo katsuki #katsuki bakugo x reader #katsuki bakugo x y/n

[its-your-mind]

*deep breath in*

the fears 👏 have always 👏 been (in one way or another) 👏 parallel 👏 to 👏 desire 👏

let me explain.

so many of the statements given by actual avatars center around some sort of need that was met by their entity. Lots of them even had a positive relationship with the fear that drove them.

Jane Prentiss is an excellent example - the Corruption has always been about a form of toxic and possessive love, but she personally has a deep desire to be “fully consumed by what loves her,” and finds a perverse joy and relief at allowing herself to be a home

Jude Perry is another - she fucking loved watching people’s lives be utterly destroyed. The Desolation only offered her a power of destruction on a grander scale, and then gave her a more intense rush of joy as she did its work. When she tells Jon that he needs to feed the Eye before it feeds on him, it’s almost as an afterthought; she was happily feeding the Desolation long before it burned her into a new existence.

Simon Fairchild. Every time that old loose bag of bones wanders into the picture, he is having a fucking EXCELLENT time playing with the Vast. He loves showing people their own insignificance, and he loves luring them into situations where he can throw them into the void as he smiles and waves.

Peter Lukas (hell, the whole Lukas family (except Evan. RIP Evan.)) hated. people. all he wanted was for them all to go away, to leave him alone. The Lonely only fulfilled that desire.

Daisy, Trevor, and Julia, all devoted to hunting those things they deemed monstrous.

Melanie, holding tight to that bullet in her leg because on some level, she wanted it. It felt good, it felt right, it felt like it fit right alongside the anger and spite that drove her to success.

Annabelle Cane first encountered the Web when she was a child, running away from home in order to tug on her parents’ heartstrings in just the right way to have them wrapped around her little finger. Later on she volunteered to be the subject of an ESP study. Hell, she’s the one who dangled the “Is it really You that wants this?” question over Jon’s head in S4.

And that brings us to Jon, beloved Jarchivist, the Voice that Opened the Door. Ever since he was a child targeted by the Web, he was looking for answers. He joined the Magnus Institute’s Research Department looking for them, he stalked his coworkers in search for them, he broke into Gertrude’s flat and laptop out of desperation for them. And when he realized that all he had to do was Ask to get truthful answers to his questions? It was only natural for him to jump at that opportunity.

Elias told S3 Jon that he did want this, that he chose it, that at every crossroads he kept pushing onwards, and the inner turmoil that caused was one of the focal points for Jon’s character through the rest of the podcast.

There’s a certain line of thinking in many circles about the power of the Devil: he’s not able to create anything new. All he’s able to do is twist and warp that which was already present, making it something ugly and profane while still maintaining the facade of something desirable.

Jon didn’t choose the Eye. But he did wander into its realm of power, exhibiting exactly the qualities it was most capable of hijacking and warping to its own ends. Jon didn’t choose the Apocalypse. But Jonah picked at him little by little, pointing him towards each Fear individually. Jon didn’t want to release the Fears. But the Web tugged on his strings just so and laid a pretty trail for him to follow until he reached its desired conclusion.

Jon didn’t choose ultimate power, or omniscience, or even his own role as Head Archivist. But he said “yes” to the right (wrong?) orders and kept on pushing for the right (wrong?) answers. He wanted to succeed at the work he had been assigned. He wanted to protect his friends. He wanted to rescue them when they were lost. He wanted to prevent the apocalypse, to save the world. He wanted to know why he was still alive, when so many had died right in front of him.

The Great Wheel of Evil Color that is the Entities might not fit as neatly into categories in this universe - maybe there was no Robert Smirke trying to impose strict categories on emotional experiences, or maybe the ways they manifest in the world has turned on its head (goodness knows many of them have been showcased and blended in some very fun and new and horrifying ways so far) - but their fundamental foundations seem to be the same. Hell, in episode one we learned that there had been enough individual incidents to create a distinction between “dolls, watching” and “dolls, human skin.”

Smirke’s Fourteen isn’t going to be relevant as common parlance, RQ said that already, but I don’t think that means the Fears themselves (and their Dream Logic-based rules) are different - I think it means that the levels of understanding, language used, and personal connections among people “in the know” are going to be entirely unfamiliar

#tma #tmagp #the magnus protocol #tmagp meta #tmagp analysis #the entities #robert smirke #smirke's fourteen #mind write a meta post that doesn’t turn into a fucking essay challenge #I literally thought about citing my episode sources here but decided that would get too FUCKING long. #anyway I’m pulling mostly from Gerry’s statement (111) and #and the Big Elias Group Confrontation (92) #and Annabelle’s statement (147) #and then finale - 196 / 197 / 200 #there are other little lines that I grabbed - tbh feel free to ask about anything I’ve said bc I feel like I’m ready to defend a thesis #I’ve been thinking about this on and off for a few weeks since the desire thing started going around #I have an obsession with Themes as they relate to Worldbuilding and now I have subjected you all to it as well #I am serious tho if anyone wants me to pull the specific parts I’m talking about (whether cuz you have Questions or you wanna ref them too) #lmk #my hyperfocus on silly media brain might as well come in useful somehow #aight peace ✌️

[mintmatcha]

i am so horrifically into virgin tomura in the modern au like if you are able PLEASE elaborate on him more im obsessed

"Yo, newbie!" Your voice cuts through the heavy beat of his music. "Need a ride home?"

Tomura doesn't remove his headphones. He just unties his apron and jams it into the locker, slamming the door after. His skin itches with how you watch him, twirling your little lanyard with your shitty smile.

"No."

"Aw, come on. I'm not letting you walk home- it's freezing out there." You pat your thighs and whistle low, beckoning him closer. "Come here, boy! Come on, get in the car-"

It takes a second for him to realize what you're doing.

"I'm not a fucking dog."

Your smile grows even bigger. "Oh yeah? Then, quit acting like a bitch."

Thump. Tomura's chest pounds and he's not sure why. Just one, weird heartbeat, just enough to knock him off of his guard. The sound blasting in his ear ends, a gap of static just before the next one roars to life. Your eyes crinkle as you watch him and you both know that you're won.

He follows you to your car like the dog he is.

"Hold on, let me-" You scramble over the seats, feet kicking outside the car as you toss bits of trash and clothing into the back seat. Tomura pretends not to notice the thong you've tucked into the glove box-- but he'll be remembering that.

"This is a shitbox."

"At least I own a car, bitch," you say, tossing him your phone. He barely catches it; the cracked screen eats into the pads of his fingers. "Put your address in and lets go."

Against better judgement, he opens the passenger side door and slides it. The heater is roaring, ranking out as much lukewarm air as it's little engine can muster. The warmth loosens his tight joints and for a second he's grateful.

Then, the sticky, sweet scent of fruit hits him, lingering in the back of is nose and in his mouth. It's peachy, maybe even melon, with some sort of something on the back that has him sniffing the air even as he grimaces.

"What the fuck is that smell?"

"My perfume, you bitch," you laugh, jamming the car into drive. "I'm going to the club later and want to smell good.."

"You smell like fucking..." He knows this scent. Tomura furrows his brow, trying to come up with it. "White gummy bears."

"That's exactly what I was going for!" You slap the wheel excitedly. As the car rolls into the highway, lights strobing by, Tomura finds himself watching how it hits the planes of your face. "Smell like a snack and hope someone eats you later."

You're pretty. Nice, too. There's no doubt that someone isn't going to snatch you up and spread you open tonight, probably someone strong and tall and hot-

"Whore." He says it and hopes you don't hear the jealousy.

"Aw, okay, Mr. Grumpy. Maybe take a shower and you'll find your own fuck buddy for the night.

"Some of us are ugly."

"I think you're pretty cute."

He waits for the punchline, the jab, the tease, but it doesn't come. The compliment, as weak as it is, just sits there between you, waiting to be acknowledged. He breathes in through his nose and tastes the sweet air again.

"Thanks."

"Don't thank me-- it's just the truth."

Just like the scent, that statement lingers, haunting him even as he leaves your car and goes inside his shit hole apartment. It smells like weed and burnt popcorn, but his mouth is still damn with the candy sweet thought of you.

"Yo, buddy, I'm going to the store for munchies." Spinner is there and already blazed, swaying side to side as he talks. "Want anything?"

Tomura usually says no, but today he surprises himself.

"Pack of gummy bears."

[kayentokk]

Easy Peasy Sukuna Squeezey(Part 2);Fuck It.

Pairing;Sukuna x Fem! Reader

Summary;Sukuna has found a solution? Kind of, one hint though. It’s not ice cream.

Contains;fluff, little argument, not an adult way to deal with problems, cussing, chef Sukuna, totally not feelings(that Sukuna doesn’t have for you), life is ass sometimes, soft Sukuna 

Wc;1,719

A/N;Okay, so I definitely went heavy on the chef Sukuna.

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“I hope you’re hungry for pasta ‘cause that’s what m’makin,” he lowly grumbled walking into the kitchen.

“Yeah pasta is fine.”

You’ve watched Sukuna cook a multitude of times, and each time he looks so comfortable. So at peace, well when he’s not cussing out the stove for taking a long time to heat up. 

“Y’want garlic bread?”

“With cheese on top?”

“Are ya askin me?” He teases.

“Sukuna-,” you started to retort with an irritated tone. 

“Ask nicely, y/n.”

You just mumbled out a low “can you put cheese on top?”

“What’s the magic word?”

“Oh my Go-“

“It’s just one word, sweetness.”

You rolled your eyes at the saccharine nickname coming from his lips, “Sukuna you’re seriously on my last-“

“Hmmm?” He feigned innocence while cutting you off again.

You let out a defeated sigh mixed with agitation and said, “please?”

“Seeee? That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

“Oh yeah, so glad it amused you,” you replied rolling your eyes once again.

“It did.”

Sukuna turned the stove up, the small notches making little tick noises each time the setting changed, and began to boil the pasta. 

He was always meticulous about the way he cut up the vegetables and such, one time you even asked him why it mattered and he grumbled something about how eating ugly vegetables is gross. You weren’t exactly sure how one little crooked square would make it ugly since it’s all going in the same pot, but to each their own right?

“You should be a chef,” you blurted out.

It wasn’t a bad thought, just an inside one. But who wouldn’t want to see a chef Sukuna? The lean but buff figure putting garnishes on top of things and his triceps and forearms flexing each time he stirred a pot or chopped a veggie. His forehead collecting little beads of sweat from the steam of the pot he just opened to taste the contents. His fingers cupped underneath the spoon, and his cool breath blowing on the spoon causing his lips to purse-

“Y/n,” he says snapping his fingers to pull you back to planet Earth.

You immediately refocused your attention on the present moment and nervously asked, “yes?”

“Are y’gonna taste this sauce? Or just keep staring off into space?” 

Then you noticed the wooden spoon in front of you and hastily tasted the sauce. 

“It’s good!”

“Yeah,” he replied, “but as awesome as this tastes I was telling you, before you went all spacey on me, that a chef isn’t exactly the job f’me.”

“What,” you said with a pout, “why not? You’re so good at it. I could even be like your sous chef or something.”

“It’s just not, I dunno, it doesn’t feel like my thing.” 

“But-”

“I’ll cook for you all y’want mkay? So don’t complain, cause you basically get a lifetime of free meals. I don’t think Yuuji even gets as many meals as you do.”

“That’s because I’m always at your apartment, and you’re always cooking.”

He just gave a gruff hum in agreement with your statement. The truth is, Sukuna had never thought about what he wanted to be after college. Being a chef wouldn’t be all that bad but he’d have to cook for everyone, not just you. Which, for some reason, didn’t sit right with him. 

When the food was finished he plated it and set it in front of you with a glass of water. You gave him a low thanks and began eating. You hadn’t noticed before, but you must have been starving because you were scarfing his food down. 

“Let me know if you want seconds with that,” Sukuna said while playfully grinning. 

“Oh shut up,” you said chuckling. 

There it was, your laugh, your bright smile. He loved seeing that. To Sukuna, sadness didn’t fit you. It just wasn’t an emotion he would associate with you. To Sukuna, You’ve never truly been sad, well besides the little petty things you’d get upset over. To Sukuna, those were way different because they were fixable.

That’s why thinking about the current situation made Sukuna’s jaw clench, and even worse it made him scared because what if he couldn’t fix it this time?

Once you both finished eating you had decided you wanted to talk about it. You just needed to get some things of your chest. 

He was washing dishes when you started to speak, “I just don’t understand.”

At first he was about to ask, “understand what?”He had forgotten about the problem, and for a moment so did you. But he knew that you’d open up eventually so he just listened. 

You went through a rundown of exactly what happened. You told him about the tip-off from the mutual friend, the obscene sounds you heard, the trail of undergarments leading to the bedroom, and your little exit. Sukuna was pissed to say the least. He just didn’t understand how some ugly narcissistic asshole could throw away everything. What an idiot. 

Sukuna focused in on what you were saying again, “I mean, I think I was a good girlfriend…I thought I was anyways. People say it happens sometimes though….I just never really imagined it happening to me.” 

You continued on, I mean I probably should have seen it coming.” You scoffed before continuing, I mean just look at me-“

“Stop that.”

Sukuna hated that. He hated it, that you could feel so doubtful towards yourself. Like you weren’t good enough for that sack of shit. 

“You could find someone else, t’treat you nice and stuff.”

You laughed at his response, “That is only gonna happen in my dreams ‘Kuna.”

He just shrugged as if saying, “you never know.”

“I thought that when I went over there I’d be fine, I briefed myself and I knew what was going on. I was prepared for it. But now I’m just confused, and-“

“Angry?”

“Y’know, not everyone feels anger as an immediate emotion when something wrong happens to them ‘Kuna?” 

“Really? So it’s just me?” He said sarcastically, letting out a short chortle.

You rolled your eyes and continued, “I am angry ‘Kuna. So angry, okay? But I- I can’t just punch someone like you do-“ 

“I mean you could,” he mumbled under his breath  barely loud enough for you to hear. 

You just ignored him and continued with a sigh, “I also can’t just cry and ball my eyes out over it. I won’t let myself, it’s already pitiful enough. Crying about it won’t help.” 

He didn’t have a witty, snappy response to that one. “S’not pitiful,” he said gruffly while drying his hands off on a towel and moving closer to your spot in the kitchen.

“Have you ever been broken up with Sukuna? Actually scratch that, because you ‘don’t do serious relationships.’ You ever been rejected?”

“Y/n, that’s not the same-”

“It is! It’s proving my point. You can get any girl you want, Sukuna! You’ve never experienced anything like that, I don’t even think you could comprehend it at this point,” you said laughing dryly. 

“Y/n, you know that’s not the same, we’re not the same.” He said, beginning to think you were being a bit unreasonable, “and m’not sure what this has to do with me, but all I’m saying is that there’s nothing wrong with feeling angry or sad about the situation y/n. It’s perfectly normal to want to punch a guy who cheated on you,” he said escalating, “You should feel betrayed! Hell you should-“

“Don’t tell me how to feel,” you mumbled.

He paused, calming himself before speaking again. “I get it, okay y/n? You’re hurt, and I-,” he pauses in frustration, running a hand through his hair to push it back out of his face, “I wasn’t trying to tell you how to feel. But comparing and contrasting our lives isn’t gonna help.”

Sukuna was offended. his life is different from yours, way different. And if he’s being honest, it’s not one you’d want to live anyways. Sleeping with random people, there’s not a difference from any of them. Half the time he can’t even remember them, or they’re blowing up his phone. 

It’s just a distraction for him, for what he hasn’t exactly figured out yet. Well, deep down he knows but he’d never let himself admit it. And with all the “relationships” you’ve been in. It’s the only way he stays sane at this point. 

“I know, I know, sorry for ‘comparin,” you said knowing you were wrong. 

He sighed not liking the way the conversation had taken a turn, “y’dont hafta say sorry Y/n. I just wish y’would channel your inner me or something.”

“What? You mean act crazy and go beat my ex up or something Sukuna?”

At first, he was just joking with that comment. Trying to bring the light back into the heavy conversation, but he thought about it and seeing a more crazy side of you wouldn’t be so bad. Not that he’s crazy, but thinking about seeing a more loose side of you intrigued Sukuna.

“Well, while that is a me thing to do it’s not exactly what I was thinking.”

“What were you thinking?”

“Fuck it.”

“Fuck it? That’s what you want me to do?”

That is such a Sukuna thing, but only with hookups. Make no mistake, Sukuna is an adult, and he does have responsibilities and priorities that he has to take care of now. So ‘fuck it’ is only for situations where he doesn’t have to care. 

“Yes. I want you to say fuck it to this whole situation, hang out with me the whole weekend and not contact him,” he says while crossing his arms. 

“Even if he calls me?”

“Especially if he calls you. I’m sure he’ll get the hint. Since you left your spare key there and made quite the exit,” he said deviously. 

You rolled your eyes and huffed out a, “fine, let’s fuck it.”

“With pleasure,” he stated. 

You were actually excited for this weekend, sure this wasn’t a very adult way to handle things. But if you were being honest, you didn’t want to handle it, you just wanted to act like it never happened. Not ideal, but it’s fine. Besides, some of your best life experiences were with Sukuna, what could go wrong?

@/cafekitsune for the divider

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[thatoneguydownthestreet]

FEM ALIGNED DNI

Housewardens x male reader but reader is from the apocalypse and takes his apocalypse shit with him. Gas masks part 3

Vil, Idia, and baby girl Malleus

Vil:

 his absolute first instinct was to throw you into a bath and keep you there until you smelled at least decent enough to not be a public calamity

your ceremonial robes were tore, burnt, and- was ghat blood?!

your hair looked like it was cut by his deranged aunt with a kitchen knife

half of what you were wearing wasn’t even apart of the uniform!

and this weird...mask thing you were wearing was just the cherry on top

the spoiled, rotten, ugly cherry on top

sevens- did you have no shame? no decency? 

vil knew very well that some people just had no care in the world as to how they appeared, but this..

this was just atrocious

when you had passed him during the ceremony, he had taken out one of the perfume bottles that one of his managers had given him for a late birthday present and spristed it in a circle around him

much to the delight of a lucky few and the annoyance of some others

later that  night, when he was back in his own dormitory, rook had told him that you were probably going to be sent back home. 

rook was wrong

well, he hoped rook was wrong, either that or he’d just been hallucinating this whole time and everyone around him was just going with his crazy

either way. he was still looking at you in magic history class as you whispered quietly with that spade boy that you were always around

well, at least, Duece was whispering, he didn’t know about you, he couldn’t see your mouth

or your face

...

had anyone every really seen your face?

were you ugly?

sevens forbid that you were actually quite handsome under there, or he was going to throw a fit

a very composed, quite fit that he would have within the safe walls of his own room

what was the professor talking about again? 

why was he in a class with freshmen anyway? 

why were you looking directly at him?

... shi- 

the cracked material, chipped paint, and scratches that lined the mask had always put him on edge

the strange circle things that popped out the the actual mask part didn’t make things any better

and the fact that he could hear your breathing whenever you walked by? actively made things worse

luckily, he’d always magaged to stay roughly on the sidelines of you and your. fashion choices

but to have your full attention on him...

to see the mask for the full monstrosity that it was...

great sevens it was ugly

...

you didn’t take your eyes off of him for the rest of class

it was unnerving

...

“Mr. schoenheit”

he didn’t jump. he didn’t.

“yes?”

“do you need something from me? did i offend you in someway?”

“why in twisted wonderland would you thing that?”

“because you keep starring at me”

...shit

shit shit shit.

take a deep breathe... calm down... down let your skin break out from stress

eh. might as well just come out and say it.

“perfect. why the sevens name do you wear that awful mask? you should know well by now that it’s not at all fashionable, and if you’re trying to make a statement than i must say it’s rather vague and you’re not accomplishing a whole lot here”. it was the cold hard truth, but it was still the truth

“oh! i can assure you that this is not for fashion”, you seemed somewhere between shy and proud as you touched a gloved hand to your mask.

Vil was somewhere between confused exasperation and hard annoyance

he was about to passive aggressively ask you more questions when you said soemthing that caught him off guard

“you see, i don’t have any magic like all of you. so i don’t have anything to protect me from the lead”

...potato 

what?

“...excuse me?”

he heard you sigh through the mask, like he was the one spouting nonsense 

“you know...the lead in the air? the nuclear traces? those. i can’t just magic those away, so i use this to breathe”

.

..

what the fuck

what the fuck are you talking about

also what’s nuclear?

Vil stared at you for a long minute, noticing a few of the little details on the mask that he hadn’t noticed before

why were there so many scratches?

What was with the numbers?

Was that really dried blood like he thought it was? 

he straightened up, clasped his hands in front of him, and then spoke to you like you were a confused, lost child, trying to ignore his own panic that was beginning to bubble up

Uhhhh...how to go about this....

Vil straightened up and smiled. Clasping his hands out in front of him and leaned down slightly, speaking to you like you were a scared, confused child

like the condescending bastard he is

“potato. turnip. you absolute cabbage. take your mask off please, and give it here so i can put it somewhere we’ll never have to see it again”

even as the words came tumbling out of his mouth, Vil knew they were the wrong words to say

“ehhh....now now. It’s a very reasonable request, as the air here at Night Raven College is very clean”, look at him, speaking like Crowley, only a little less ....Crowley

oh look, now you were about ten paced back

Yeah, he could just feel the death glare you were giving him right now, so he quickly made an attempt at damage control

ah, now you were running away

wonderful

Idia:

Bro didn't know what was going on during the sorting ceremony, he just heard yelling and some other shit

Probably met you through Azul to be honest

Somewhere, in an alternate universe, where Azul Ashengrotto is less of a pussy, he takes you to the boardgame club, where you meet the campus zombie

he most definitely thinks you're a serial killer the first time he sees you

you have a mask on, you have a hood up, you have gloves on, you don’t have an inch of skin showing, you hardly ever talk

sounds like some serial killer shit right there chief

These guys just really love avoiding you at all costs dont they?

give him a minute yall (or a month) he’ll realize that you’re probably not a serial killer

probably

in all honesty, you kind of look like one of the video game characters he likes, you just have a super creepy mask

and you say a lot of weird shit sometimes

but other than that you’re...ok 

i mean, he has to explain literally every single game you guys play together, but you learn quick!

very quick

it kind of freaked him out how intently you seemed to be listening to him explain the rules of monopoly 

but. whatever. maybe you just really liked monopoly pr something idk

Idia never goes outside, so he lowkey forgets just how weird you and your little mask actually is

honestly, he just told himself that you were just a really dedicated cosplayer and promptly forgot about it

until you absolutely freaked out when he tried to grab it

now, in hindsight, he realizes that he probably shouldn't have done that

but in nowsight, he’s more focused on trying to figure out when he got on the floor and where you pulled that knife from

Damn bitch- that knife looks like shit!

It looked like it was crudely put together and meant for one, deadly slash

Which would have been for him if another club member wasn't there to pull you off and call epel

Yep. It took the yeehaw coming down for you to finally stop fighting the gameboard club and chill

And idia...idia was conflicted....

...

You didn't show up to any if the club meets the next week, but you did the week after that

The only problem was that you wouldn't look at each other. At all.

I mean, you can't really look at the person who almost killed you last week and just be like

YOOOOOO YOU GOT DABOLLONS?

Yeah didn't think so

So idia does what he does best, and asks his Google.com ass brother

And then panics when ortho doesn't get the correct results

Well what the hell does he do now?!

...should he just ask you?

....

Anyways expect a visit from ortho soon

And prepare to tell him EVERYTHING about the silly little mask you insist on wearing

Also don't think too much about it if idia just kind of looks at you with an expression of pity from then on

Don't worry!

You'll know why soon enough

"Uh....perfect?"

"Hm?"

"Um...can I ask a question?"

"...well you can ask"

"OK uh. What's with the mask?"

Idia just felt you raising an eyebrow at him, like the answer was the most obvious in the world

"I wear this mask so I can breathe properly. I don't know what's in the air here and I don't want to choke"

...

Heh?

Da fuq?

Well he's not too surprised because ortho basically told him the same thing, but it was a bit different hearing the words from you compared to his brother

Great seven- how the hell do you tell someone that their wrong about something like this?

How do you tell anyone anything period?

Uhhhhhhh....

"Your wrong"

Eh, not the best or most graceful way to correct someone but it got the job done ig

"...excuse me?"

"Listen unless you breathe something other than oxygen and relatively safe levels of nitrogen, then you're not gonna choke and die from breathing the air"

Have you ever seen a wild animal take its first steps?

Idia hasn't, but he was guessing this was what it was like

You paused, seemingly battling with yourself on ....something

Idia didn't know what

But he had a couple of guesses

And one really good one

Malleus:

How you didn't get smited the first time yall met is a mystery

But once you both got past the "is this guy going to/try to kill me?" And that awkward "almost friend but not quite" stages, you were acting like lifelong friends

Like, boundaries basically don't exist anymore, lifelong friends

That guy lurking outside of your dorm? Nah don't worry! That's just hornton!

He just does that

Oh look! Now he's in your house!

I really hope you didn't want to eat that ice cream

Can't sleep? Go find hornton! You know where he is :)

Yes you do :)

Look at you, finally making friends that you probably hopefully won't need to bury in an unmarked grave

Between the walks and the late night lessons on architecture and gargoyles and the 3am snacking on whatever you could find in the Ramshakle dorm, perfect, why do you have all this food hidden underneath the floorboards?, you and malleus were close like 🤞

Well...not totally because, however close you got emotionally, there was always kind of a...wall

A small barrier between the two if you that was getting much too big

Why?

...bro

You didn't know his name, he didn't know yours

You didn't know who he is and where he's from, and he most definitely didn’t know shit about you either

Plus, neither of you were particularly touchy, so the closest yall got physically was just sitting next to each other either on the rotting couch of Ramshakle or when you walked a bit too closely while looking for gargoyles

Why did you always walk so close anyways?

Seriously, it reminded him of silver and sebeck

...

Come to think of it. You never do relax, do you?

...do you not trust him?

Was it something he did?

Actually, did you trust anyone?

He didn't know, he never really saw you on campus, and even when he did, he made an effort to avoid you at all costs, lest you may discover who he actually is

And wouldn't that just be tragic? Would you treat him differently, maybe? ....he didn't want to know the answer just yet

He wished his meemaw grandmother was here to help him

Because he was not going to lilia about this

He wasn't

"...hey lilia?"

Malleus draconia then heard a mischievous little giggle and regretted everything

He was absolutely not going to lilia

So what did that leave him?

...you

But how to ask such a question without it seemingly coming out of nowhere?

Hmm..

"Child of man", his tone was gentle, he didn't want to scare you off by asking, because he still had no idea how he was going to ask in the first place

You seemed happy enough to answer him though, perking up slightly where you sat on the steps of Ramshakle when you heard his voice

It made him smile just a bit

"Hm?"

"Child of man...forgive me for asking this out of the blue, but why do you always insist on wearing a mask?"

He saw you deflate just a little and suddenly wished he had more experience with having friends

"Ah...well hornton, I use it to breathe"

"...Ah, do you have some sort of medical condition then?"

"No? I just can't magically filter the lead and radiation from the air like you all can"

....you said that like it was the most natural thing in the world

Ok. Maybe he WOULD bring lilia into this

And maybe shrouds younger brother

But before that...

"What is radiation?"

...

"You know..."-He did not, in fact, know- "the leftover nuclear power and radiation from the bomb zones"

....

.......

What.

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Yall everybody thank @haru-tofuu for reminding me that I haven't posted one of these in over a month because I have zero perception of time.

Ok. So the next part of this series will be the red bandana you wear around your forehead and what that symbolizes and the guys reactions to that. Also I'm probably going to do those by dorm because I want to write ADeuce and my bbg (jamil)

#twst x male reader #twisted wonderland x male reader #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland #vil schoenheit #vil shoenheit x reader #vil x male reader #idia shroud #twst idia #idia x male reader #idia x reader #malleus x male reader #malleus draconia x reader #malleus draconia #twst malleus #twst vil

[slaymitchabernathy]

Would’ve, Could’ve, Should’ve

| a companion to the series ‘Pretty’ |

“So is he big?”

Soarynn blinks once, twice before the question can even register in her brain. She didn’t even want to come to this, this gathering, this get-together but Coriolanus insisted that she attend. It was a good way for her to branch out.

Make friends.

“Don’t you want friends pretty girl?” He’d asked her when she begged him to decline Clemensia’s invitation for her to come to her house. And Soarynn did want friends. Just not vapid, conceited ones who were obsessed with their outer image. So it was no surprise that these were the people Coriolanus was best friends with.

Soarynn clears her throat before glancing across the living room at Arachne Crane who’s giving her a smirk, “What?” She croaks, not expecting to be a part of the conversation. She doesn’t mind them talking for the most part at lunch or whenever they're all together. She likes listening to what these girls consider gossip. Who's wearing what, who is dating who, what Professor did to some other Professor.

It's currency. And Soarynn is flat broke.

Arachne laughs, "Coriolanus. Is he big? He has to be, you know what they say about the tall ones," she smiles at Clemensia and Domitia who are sitting on either side of her. They're all sitting on the living room floor of Clemensia's living room and Soarynn tries to sit as far away as possible from the other girls but it's no use.

She feels a blush spreading across her cheeks at the vulgar question. Not that she isn't used to discussing sexual matters, not when she's dating Coriolanus Snow who can't seem to go five hours without some sexual encounter. But she's really only talked about sex with him. Not his friends.

Truth be told, Soarynn never thought she'd have sex. At least not this young. She thought she might get married off to some boring rich man that her father thought was suitable for her and then they would have plain, boring, and simple sex once in a while.

What she hadn't thought of was the possibility of Coriolanus Snow walking-barging-into her life. It seemed that he had come out of nowhere. He certainly hadn't shown interest in her before and they'd always had classes together. She'd told him that one night as she slowly fell asleep in her boyfriend's arms, how their literature class was one of many classes they shared and he'd chuckled and told her how pretty she was.

He seemed to do a lot of that. Call her pretty.

Soarynn knew she wasn't ugly but she was shy. So shy that she'd always noticed Coriolanus in her classes. Noticed how everyone seemed to gravitate towards him, how nice his laugh sounded when Festus told a funny joke, how good he smelled if he ever walked by her. Then one day he noticed her. Soarynn truly couldn't fathom why, not when she kept her head down every day and barely spoke. But Coriolanus was quick to attach himself to her and before she knew it they were dating.

Dating wasn't something she was familiar with. Her father hadn't really given her "the talk" although she felt usually your mother was the one to do that. But Soarynn didn't have a mother. And father was far too busy to tell her all the rules about dating, and why would he? It's not like she was running around kissing boys. Soarynn hadn't kissed anyone until Coriolanus kissed her.

Coriolanus had been her first kiss and her first time.

He took away all of her girlhood in an instant.

Soarynn didn't remember her first time very well. It was all so hazy like she was moving in slow motion. She remembered the things he said to her though, how he treated her, fucked her. Then he confessed his love to her. Soarynn had been in denial at that statement, such a powerful handful of words to say to a girl you forced into having sex with you.

Coriolanus of course denied all those claims that he'd done anything to her. In fact, they simply moved past it. Until he did it again. Soarynn remembered that time very well. It was the one time she had truly snapped back at him and after the things he did to her, she never talked back again.

They'd been dating for a good eight months now, school would be ending soon and then they'd go on to the University. Soarynn found it hard to think that far ahead into the future but Coriolanus often talked about their future together. The children they would have, the wedding they'd throw, the galas they'd attend together.

Even though Coriolanus was a terrible person, Soarynn couldn't help but feel somewhat...special that he saw her in his future. While she wasn't ugly she certainly wasn't as charming and outgoing as the other girls in their grade. And Coriolanus was devilishly handsome so she knew that he could have any girl he wanted. But he chose her.

Coriolanus loved to cart her around, introduce her to everyone he knew, and make her accompany him and his family to all sorts of social events. She could see where he got it from, his pride. Crassus Snow was an extremely proud man and that trait had been explicitly passed down to his only son. His mother was a kinder woman but she still loved the spotlight as much as her husband and son did. She was a romantic who thought Soarynn was an adorable little thing who made her darling son happy.

Coriolanus being the social butterfly he is was the sole reason Soarynn was being interrogated by Livia this very instant. Damn him and that famous Snow charm. Soarynn clears her throat before answering, "Um, I...I wouldn't really have anything to compare it to," she says softly. Clemensia and Arachne shared a look that made Soarynn want to crawl into her skin. They seemed like nice girls, she was sure they were the best of the bunch, but Soarynn couldn't help but feel a bit like an outsider whenever she was with Coriolanus and his friends.

She was downright mortified when he dragged her to their lunch table for the first time and introduced her to everyone. Felix and Festus had smirked before looking her up and down. They were in her literature class as well and Soarynn was sure that Coriolanus had told them one thing or the other about their relationship. Clemensia and Arachne hadn't looked too pleased at someone else sitting at their table, especially a girl.

Soarynn knew that tonight's invitation had been extended to her out of sheer politeness towards her and Coriolanus's relationship. "Well why don't you just show us with your hands," Io Jasper suggests, bouncing on her knees. Soarynn feels a bit put off by all of these girls and their excitement toward her boyfriend's physique. But she couldn't be difficult. Coriolanus had instructed her to behave tonight as if she ever stepped out of line.

"I want you to actually try to make conversation tonight," he'd said in the car, "don't try to hide in the bathroom. And look people in the eye when you're speaking, and make sure to speak clearly, don't mumble darling. These are nice girls who would love to be your friends so it's imperative that you make a good, lasting impression."

Soarynn had simply nodded her head like the mindless doll her boyfriend wanted her to be. She even let him walk her to the front door, holding her hand when Clemensia opened it and greeted them. Soarynn swore she could hear the other girls giggling at the sight of her being dropped off by her boyfriend like a child being taken to school by a parent. Soarynn longed for the days she was invisible to all of these people and not forced into their social circles.

Soarynn could feel her hands fidgeting but she ignored it before slowly lifting up her hands and displaying the length of what Coriolanus was boasting down there. The girls all went wide-eyed which led Soarynn to believe that her boyfriend was most impressive everywhere. "You're so lucky," another girl sighs, Soarynn didn't even know her name, didn't care, didn't want to. "Yeah, I wish I could say the same about Pup Harrington," Livia says as she picks at her nails." Clemensia snickers, "Well I told you, and besides, Pup is so short. I don't know what you expected. Oh! Lucky's show is about to be on! Someone hand me the remote."

Soarynn is grateful for the attention to be taken off of her once everyone's eyes are glued to the television screen. She stays seated on the floor while the rest of the girls sit up on the couch or the armchairs. She doesn't mind being on the floor and besides, there's no room left for her. If Coriolanus was here then someone would have immediately offered up their seat to him and then he would've pulled Soarynn down onto his lap.

But he's not here, for once, he's not here.

꧁ ꧂

Soarynn all but sighs once she closes the front door to her home.

Spending time with all of those girls was exhausting and she wants nothing more than to curl up with a good book and go to bed. Her father is in his study like always and gives her a small smile when she knocks, "How was the party?" Soarynn shakes her head, "It wasn't really a party. Just a couple girls from school." At first, her father had been apprehensive about Coriolanus and his intentions with his daughter, as any man should be. But that all melted away after a while and now Coriolanus has her father wrapped around his finger. Soarynn knows that her father had often worried about finding her a match, someone to marry, date, and talk to. Coriolanus seemed to be a blessing in disguise, and he was a Snow which made things even better.

He'd admitted his thoughts to her one night after Coriolanus went home. "He's the son of a very powerful man, more powerful than me. I think it might be the greatest gift for him to have taken interest in you honey, and why wouldn't he? You're a lovely girl and I am more than pleased that Coriolanus can see that." Soarynn had simply smiled and nodded, there was no use in arguing.

"Well, did you have fun?" Soarynn bites her lip, debating on whether or not to lie, "It wasn't horrible," she says softly with a shrug, "I think I'm gonna go to bed now." Before Soarynn can turn on her heel her father is perking up in his chair, "Coriolanus called earlier for you, I told him you were at that one girl's house. Seems like he wanted to check in to see if you had gotten home safely."

How attentive, Soarynn thinks to herself before she nods, "Alright, I'll give him a call."

꧁ ꧂

"Did the girls say anything mean to you?"

Soarynn shakes her head as if her boyfriend can see her through the telephone, "No, it was fine." She can hear Coriolanus sigh through the phone and she just knows that he's pinching the bridge of his nose, "Pretty girl, you've said that about everything. If something happened then you need to tell me." Soarynn wishes she could just hang up on him but that would not end well. If she talked back then he'd make her take more of those pills. "I don't think they want to be my friend," she finally says.

It's not a surprise to her but it seems to be a big one to Coriolanus, "Why not? Why wouldn't they want to be friends with you?" Soarynn lets out a small yawn, "I don't know, maybe they already have enough friends."

"But you don't."

His words cut deep and Soarynn has to suck in a deep breath to keep from losing her composure, "Well, I think I'm gonna go to bed now if that's alright with you." That fact that she has to make sure he's alright with her going to sleep is the exact thing that Soarynn's afraid of for their future. If they were to get married then she'd forever belong to him, no escaping that. At least right now she could still leave him, although it wouldn't be easy. He'd even threatened to get rid of her birth control implant.

"You're sure I can't come over? Just for a little bit?" Soarynn knows why he really wants to come over but for once, she's firm with her decision. "I'm sure, today was a long day for me." They also spent the entire morning together but that doesn't seem to matter to Coriolanus. "Alright, well I guess I'll see you tomorrow at school."

"You will," Soarynn confirms with a tone too soft for a boy like him.

"I love you."

Those words feel like glass being shoved down her throat but Soarynn doesn't hesitate to return the phrase, "I love you too."

Maybe one day she'll mean it.

꧁ ꧂

"Is your boyfriend not here to pick you up?"

Soarynn turns around to find Lysistrata Vickers of all people standing behind her. Soarynn slowly nods, "I think he might have a meeting with one of his Professors today," she mumbles. He'd mentioned something along those lines today when they were at lunch but Soarynn had been so into the book she was reading that she simply nodded and let him hold her hand.

Lysistrata perks up, "Well you can come hang out with me and my friends if you want," she offers. Soarynn's mouth dries at the offer, an offer she's never received before. She should decline, wait for Coriolanus, wherever he is. She felt somewhat lost without his constant presence, always telling her what to do, what to wear, where to go. But didn't he want her to branch out more?

Soarynn gives Lysistrata a small smile, "Okay."

They walk side by side through the hallways. Soarynn had almost forgotten how difficult it was to get through the crowds without her tall boyfriend leading the way. "They're out in the courtyard," Lysistrata says, nodding to the doors that lead to the outside. Soarynn follows her outside and finds two other people sitting at one of the tables.

Sejanus Plinth and Juno Phipps.

Both look up at her and Lysistrata and offer Soarynn genuine smiles, "Who'd you bring with you Lyssie?" Juno asks, and Soarynn can't help but notice several books scattered in front of her on the table. Lysistrata gestures to Soarynn, "This is Soarynn Nightingale." Soarynn is surprised that her last name is so well known but it seems that everyone knows who she is these days. Sejanus tilts his head for a moment before a flash of recognition crosses his eyes, "You're dating Coryo!"

Soarynn furrows her eyebrows at the nickname, something she's never heard before. "Coryo?" She asks, her curiosity pulling her out of her shell. Sejanus nods and pats the empty space next to him on the bench. Soarynn takes a quick glance around the courtyard and still doesn't see Coriolanus.

A few minutes with this group couldn't hurt. Right?

Soarynn loses track of time talking to this newfound group. She finds herself genuinely laughing and engaging in conversation. Juno is also quite the reader and they both give each other suggestions on what to read next. Lysistrata-Lyssie-is super witty and doesn't fail to make all of them laugh. And Sejanus Plinth is quite possibly the nicest boy she's ever met. She's so caught in this genuine moment of fellowship that she doesn't even notice Festus Creed yelling out her name as he walks towards her until he's almost on top of her.

"Soarynn! There you are! Been looking all over for you and...why are you talking to the freaks?" He asks, suddenly going very still as he stands behind her. Soarynn frowns at the cruel nickname, "Is there something you need Festus?" She asks, choosing to ignore his rude question entirely. Festus seems to shake himself out of his judgemental gaze and he nods, looking down at her with a smirk on his face, "Coriolanus has been looking all over for you."

Soarynn can feel her face paling at the mention of her boyfriend but she nods, slowly gathering her things, "I should go," she whispers. She's about to grab her book when Sejanus stops her, also placing his hand on the book, "Or you could wait for him to come to you," he suggested. Soarynn knows he means well but Coriolanus can be rather impatient and she knows better than to anger him. "I should go," she says again, unable to meet anyone's eyes.

Festus watches as she puts everything in her bag before she slowly stands up, "It was lovely meeting all of you," she tells them, feeling horrible for having to leave so suddenly. She's met with sympathetic smiles, "If you ever wanna hang out after school must let me know," Lyssia says, giving Soarynn's hand a squeeze. Festus places his hand on her shoulder as he leans over her, "Soarynn's pretty busy after school, you know, keeping her boyfriend happy."

All she wants to do is crawl into a hole when she sees how uncomfortable his comment has made everyone and she grips her satchel a little tighter before turning on her heel to go back inside. Festus is hot on her heels, "What? Did I make little Mrs. Snow upset?" His teasing does nothing to help the burning tears already forming in Soarynn's eyes as she storms through the hallways, desperate to get away from Festus Creed and his snide remarks.

She's moving so fast and the tears are beginning to blur her vision and suddenly she walks into a very large wall that smells like roses. Hands come to grab her waist and Soarynn knows exactly who this is.

Coriolanus.

Soarynn doesn't attempt to stop the tears from falling down her face as she looks up at him, her hands clinging to his white button-up shirt. His face immediately hardens when he sees her in tears, more specifically, tears he was not the cause of.

"What happened? Who did this to you?" He demands, his grip on her waist growing tighter and tighter. Soarynn sniffles as she prepares to tell him that his good friend Festus Creed is the cause of her tears but Festus beats her to it, "Found her with the likes of Sejanus Plinth."

The look in her boyfriend's eyes is more than lethal. "What were you doing with Sejanus Plinth? Did he hurt you? Touch you?"

Soarynn hasn't seen him this angry since the night she snapped at him and she never wants to see him get to that point again. Not if she can help it. "No, he...he and his friends invited me to sit with them." Coriolanus carefully studies her face for any signs of a lie but finds none. Soarynn doesn't really know what there is to lie about. "Don't ever hang out with him again," Coriolanus says, wrapping his arm around her, "he's District Soarynn, you can't trust any dirty District scum."

Festus hums as he eyes Soarynn, "They'd do anything to get in your pants." The direct jab is not lost on Soarynn but she says nothing as Coriolanus pulls her further into his hold, "Fucking Plinth," he spits out, "I despise people like him. Always preying on what's ours." His body language lets Soarynn know that Coriolanus clearly sees her as his property, what he's referring to, and isn't she?

"Didn't look like much was happening. But she was hanging with the freaks," Festus says with a smirk. Coriolanus scoffs a laugh and looks down at Soarynn, his gaze is anything but kind, "What were you doing with those losers, pretty girl?" Soarynn can feel her emotions bubbling up and as much as she wishes to let them out, she fears the repercussions. "They're not losers," she says softly, "and you weren't there when I got out of class so Lyssie introduced me to her friends."

His stern expression slightly falters, "You were with Lyssie?" Soarynn wonders if this is some test she's bound to fail but she can't stop herself from asking him a question, "Do you know her?" Festus snorts, "Well she does go to our school," he teases. Coriolanus pays Festus no mind as his hand gently rubs the side of her waist, "We used to be good friends, her...her parents helped by mother during the war when no one else would. But it won't happen again, me not being there," he elaborates, "I got caught up in a meeting and didn't notice the time."

Coriolanus plants a kiss on the top of her head as if all is suddenly well and fixed and in his mind, it is. "Let's go home, my mother will be glad to see you," he tells her, pulling her along, with Festus two steps behind them. Soarynn just hums and keeps her eyes trained on the floor when the boys start talking to each other. Acting as if she's not ever there. She's gotten used to it though. Too used to it.

꧁ ꧂

Soarynn lets out a quiet moan before Coriolanus can silence it with a heated kiss, his lips moving against hers. "You like it?" He asks although it feels more like a taunt than anything. Still, Soarynn responds just the way he wants her to, "Yes," she gasps, her entire body jolting as his cock presses against her sweet spot again, "I love it. Thank you, Coriolanus."

Having sex with Coriolanus has proven to be full of surprises. Soarynn didn't quite know what to expect going into it but she's found sex to be tiring, overstimulating, humiliating, and at some times, depressing. She does, however, have to admit that every once in a while she's found herself enjoying it. Those are the rare times when his words are all too kind and it seems that the stars have aligned in a certain type of way to grant her a pleasurable encounter with her boyfriend.

Coriolanus is a man who puts his own pleasure first and gets off on seeing Soarynn become some limp suggestion of a person under him. His hands squeeze her hips hard enough to leave bruises, "Clemmie told me that you all talked about me the other night." That sudden statement is enough to jolt Soarynn out of her clouded mindset and she blinks up at him, "What?" She croaks, her face full of confusion. Coriolanus chuckles and picks up the pace, relentlessly fucking into Soarynn, "She said Arachne asked you how big I was."

Soarynn feels embarrassed all over again as she tries to turn her head, unable to look at him but he's quick to grab her small face in his large and, squeezing her cheeks until her lips slightly pucker, "What did you tell them, baby? Did you tell them that I have such a big cock that you can see it bulging in your stomach? Did you tell them that it stretches you out every single time? That you bled all over it like some virgin whore the first time I fucked you? That you look so dumb when you're stuck on my cock, taking it like you were made to?"

Soarynn whines in embarrassment and the feeling of her fourth orgasm approaches, "Didn't...didn't tell them anything," she manages to get out. She knows she must look so dumb right now, but that's what he likes. Coriolanus groans when her walls tighten around his cock and Soarynn can feel that wire inside of her getting close and closer to snapping, "Too much of a good girl to spill my secrets?" He asks, cocking his head.

Soarynn blushes when thinking about all the things he's done to her. Sometimes she feels like the worst person in the world because of it. Wishes she could cut off all her skin and clean it from his touch. Envies a time when she wondered what having sex was like.

She wishes he left her wondering.

꧁ ꧂

To be wrapped in Coriolanus Snow's strong arms is almost laughable. The way he's so gentle after brutally fucking her makes Soarynn wonder if any of this is real. At the beginning of their relationship she was constantly waiting for the ball to drop, the truth to come out. It was all a joke, a bet, none of it was real. She waited for him to break up with her and humiliate her and yes, it would have hurt but at least she wouldn't be the shell of a person she is now. Chained to him.

Soarynn's back is pressed up against his front as she wears nothing but the lingerie he's bought her. Coriolanus likes to dress her up like a doll, put the most expensive clothes on her just so he can rip them off of her later. One arm is wrapped around her waist while the other allows his hand to rest between her clenched thighs. If he moves his hand any further then he'll be able to feel his cum soaking through the thin lace of her panties.

Coriolanus also likes to finish inside of her. Always.

Soarynn's mind is going a million miles an hour like it always is after having sex. She feels like her mind has been all over the place since she agreed to partner with him for their project. If only she'd declined his request. She thinks about today, how for once she'd been extended some genuine kindness only for it to be ruined by Festus Creed, someone she knows has asked for a turn with her. It makes her blood run cold the way Coriolanus's friends look at her, talk about her, talk to her.

He's the only reason they haven't laid a hand on her yet. He said so himself.

She remembers how conflicted Coriolanus looked when talking about Lysistrata and her parents and Soarynn begins to wonder what that t was really about. She slightly shifts against him to see if he's already fallen asleep and the groan she receives lets her know that he's still awake with his nose buried in the crook of her neck.

"Coriolanus?"

"Hmm?"

"How did the Vickers help your mother during the war?"

Normally Soarynn wouldn't dare to ask her boyfriend such a personal question but she can't help but wonder about it, more so because her own mother died giving birth to her. Something she told Coriolanus through many tears. It was probably the one time that he genuinely comforted her and assured her that her mother's death was not her fault.

Soarynn feels him tense and his grip grows tighter but he simply lets out a deep sigh, "During a bomb raid one night my mother went into labor." Soarynn's eyes widen when realizing what that could possibly mean, "You were going to be a big brother?" She whispers, hoping not to poke at a sore subject. If he hadn't told her she would've never known, not when the Snows go about life acting as if Coriolanus has always been their only child.

"I was gonna have a little sister," he says softly.

Soarynn feels her heart break a little for the boy whose arms are holding her so tightly. She tries to imagine Coriolanus with a little sister, how he would act, treat others. He'd certainly be a lot kinder.

"I'm sorry," she whispers, "death is hard."

He lets out a dry laugh, "Yeah, death can be hard to deal with."

Soarynn wishes this was different, that they were different. Maybe if things had gone differently then Coriolanus would be a good person, a good boyfriend. He wouldn't drug her and threaten her all while lying to their parents at the same time.

She can feel the sleep finally taking over her, making her tongue looser than it normally is. "Sometimes I wish I would've taken a different class so that none of this could've happened, even though none of it should've happened in the first place."

Their relationship, his taking advantage of her, and everything in between should've never happened. Soarynn knows she's not perfect but she knows she doesn't deserve this. And to make things worse, she knows she's trapped.

She waits for him to yell, to spew out threats but instead, Coriolanus lets out a sleepy laugh, his tiredness taking over him as well. He places a kiss on her neck before mumbling one last thing before drifting off to sleep.

"Would've, could've, should've."

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Mutually Assured Destruction Part 10

Since I had one of these scenes written out for a long time, I was able to finish this very early and couldn't wait to post it!

Synopsis: Villain x Civilian. Civilian can sense other people's powers through auras but hides this ability. They are terrified of the most boring person at their office job, who hides the most powerful aura Civilian has ever felt.

Part one here

Part nine here

CW: Spicy! There is some heavy kissing in this snippet, as well as thoughts about having sex, though nothing sexual happens besides making out.

The next Saturday was the office Christmas party. Gloria, who had started wearing Christmas earrings the day after Halloween, had volunteered to help decorate and organize the whole thing. She talked of nothing else all week; the only relief Civilian ever got from it was their daily lunch dates.

“Are you sure we have to go?” Civilian asked for the upteenth time that Friday lunch.

“And deny Gloria the sight of us in our matching couples Christmas sweaters?”

Civilian’s stomach dropped. “You did not. You fucking did not.”

Jonathan only grinned and sipped his drink.

“I swear to God, Jonathan, if you bought one you will have to force me to put it on.”

Something in his eyes darkened, a heated, predatory glint. “That could be arranged.”

That statement should not send a fluttery swoop of desire in Civilian’s gut, but it did. Jesus, what was wrong with them?

“I guess you will have to find out tomorrow,” he said, eyes softening with his smile.

Truth be told, Civilian didn’t know if they wanted him to bring one or not.

***

The party was held in one of the giant conference rooms at a nearby hotel. Strings of lights hung from the drop tiles and at least five uniquely decorated trees stood in various corners. There was a bar and each party-goer had three free drink tickets. Civilian ended up giving two of theirs to another coworker and keeping one for a soda themselves.

Being inebriated around Jonathan would be a colossally stupid idea and not just because he was untrustworthy. He had shown up in a sharp, well cut suit that veered wildly from the bland white dress shirts and khakis he wore to work every day. The sight of him forced Civilian to admit that swirled among the complicated cocktail of their thoughts about Jonathan was an incredibly stupid, incredibly strong attraction.

They did not trust what would come out of their mouth if they lost their tightly reigned filter.

Maybe he should have bought those ugly Christmas sweaters.

Gloria’s eyes lit up when she saw the two of them walk in. “Oh my God, look at you! You two are such a striking couple, I simply have to get some photos for the company website.”

A brief look of panic crossed Jonathan’s face before he smoothed it over.

“No thank you, Gloria,” he said. Her hand jerked to a stop in an aborted movement toward her purse. “Civilian is very camera shy, it makes them incredibly uncomfortable.”

Gloria’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion, probably at the realization that she couldn’t move her hand. Civilian’s gaze darted between her and Jonathan. For someone who wanted to remain hidden, he really played fast and loose with his power.

“We will send you some selfies if we take them,” Jonathan added.

Gloria’s hand drifted back to her side, free once again. She mustered up a smile, but Civilian could tell something had disquieted her. “Oh yes, please do.”

Jonathan gave her a winning smile. “The place looks beautiful; you have really outdone yourself. Have you thought about going into professional decorating?”

Civilian fought an eye-roll at this obvious manipulation, but Gloria ate it right up, gushing her thanks before waving them to the bar for their drinks.

“That bar didn’t come cheap you know!” she said, giving them a little push.

“Two hours,” muttered Civilian. “Two hours and then we are out.”

“You don’t like parties, Civilian?” Jonathan teased.

“I don’t like attention.”

“But you look so adorable.”

“Shut up.” They hoped in the dimmer lighting that Jonathan couldn’t see the blush.

Truth be told, Civilian might not have lasted twenty minutes if Jonathan hadn’t been with them, his ability to smooth over any awkward small talk like a superpower by itself. He knew more about these coworkers than they did, despite only working with them a fraction of a time.

The warmth of his hand remained a constant presence on the small of their back, and sometimes his voice would whisper in their ear some scathingly funny remark about a coworker neither of them liked much.

There were worse ways two hours but Civilian was ecstatic when ten pm came and they could go home.

Gloria caught them in the doorway, wishing them a Merry Christmas, thanking them for coming, as if this had been a personal party at her home. And then her eyes drifted up and whatever innocence in her goodbyes evaporated as she grinned.

“Oh, lookie up there! I forgot I put that there!”

Their gaze jerked upward to find a small green branch hanging from the doorway with a bright red ribbon. They bit back a groan. Of fucking course.

They instinctively jerked back, only to find that Jonathan affixed their feet to the floor. Of course — it would look bad for their relationship to recoil from a kiss. Jonathan looked down, gaze heavy with a silent question.

Civilian gave him an infinitesimal nod of their head, hardly daring to believe it.  One of his fingers traces feather light across their cheek, brushing away their hair. Anticipation swooped dizzyingly in their stomach as he tipped their chin up lightly with two fingers.

Then he turned their face to the side, leaning in for a cheek kiss — chaste and professional but intimate enough to soothe their audience.

Civilian could come up with a hundred excuses for what they did next, but the simple reason was they just wanted to.

So Civilian closed their eyes and turned their face back to him at the last second. His lips land softly upon theirs. His fingers flinched and tightened against their cheek, frozen for a moment, and Civilian used this opportunity to press an unmistakably intentional kiss back.

Jonathan jerked back, and for a second Civilian got to revel in the sight of his wide, confused eyes and the barest hint of a blush on his cheeks before he slid his bland mask back on.

Someone whooped drunkenly behind them and Jonathan released Civilian’s face from his grip as if he had been burned.

A better person would have felt guilty.

Their mind made a half hearted gesture of guilt, but it was easy to ignore. One little kiss barely registered on the scale of fucked up things when weighed against this whole hostage/dating situation Jonathan has stuck them in. And honestly, he deserved to know what it felt like to be out of control, at the mercy of someone else’s actions. Even if it was over something as small as a kiss.

 Jonathan walked them dutifully to their car in the parking garage, his hand absent from the small of their back. Even in their triumph, Civilian missed the heat of it.

He hovered behind them as Civilian gathered their keys. Unable to resist such sweet revenge for that first night, they turned back around and grinned cheekily at him.

“What — no goodnight kiss?”

Another shocked look crossed his face. God, Civilian could dine on that forever. Their grin widened and they opened their mouth to back track --

The next second, Jonathan had them pressed against the car door, mouth latched hungrily to theirs. Civilian hesitated only a second as they processed their shock before they returned it just as intensely. This was nothing like the mistletoe kiss. There was nothing chaste or soft about it. His hands gripped the side of their face, fingers twisting into their hair. His tongue licked into their mouth, thoroughly, like he was savoring the taste of them. The cold steel car seeped into their back and the bright heat of Jonathan’s body pressed against their front.  

His teeth tugged at their lower lip before they moved to their jaw, dragging a fiery trail down their jawline to suck at the delicate skin below their ear. A full body shudder gripped Civilian, an obscene moan tore through their throat.

Heady, desperate desire exploded in their thoughts like a smoke bomb, suffocating any rationality in favor of pure need. But before their hands could wander down and do something irrevocably stupid, Jonathan pulled away with a sudden jerk, panting heavily.

They stare at each for one electric moment, his eyes nearly black with want, before he leans back in and presses his forehead to Civilian’s temple. His breath pants against their ear, sending little shock waves of goosebumps down their arm.

They closed their eyes and tried to remember that day on the mountain, the feeling of their heart slowing and skyrocketing, the gut wrench fear that had followed for days afterward. Instead they could only think of all the times Jonathan held their hand, or whispered in their ear, I delight in your delight, and a hideous tye-dyed frog plushie.

“The road this leads down is very dangerous,” he breathes.

“I know,” they whispered. “I still want it. Don’t you?”

He groaned so deeply that Civilian felt it in their chest, his fingers pressing against the back of their head.

“I want nothing more than to eat you alive,” he said.

“I hope that’s a metaphor,” Civilian joked, despite the bright jolt of desire those words sent deep in their gut.

He chuckled darkly before stepping away. Even under the dim streetlamps, Civilian could see the red flush that worked all the way from his collarbone to the tip of his ear. “If I were a bastard, I would give you exactly what you wanted. Unfortunately for you, tonight I remain a gentleman.”

Disappointment clenched in their gut, even though they know it’s the smart decision.

“When have you ever been a gentleman?” they whined anyway.

His eyes flashed with another predatory look. “You have no idea how many times I’ve been a gentleman.”

He picked up their hand and pressed a warm, lingering kiss against their knuckles.

“Goodnight, Civilian,” he bid them with a wink. “Sweet dreams.”

This time he did not wait for Civilian to get into their car before walking, perhaps as a way to save his tattering self control. Civilian climbed into their car and took a minute to press their forehead to their steering wheel and take several deep, calming breaths before starting the drive home.

It was the last time they saw Jonathan for a long, long time.

By Monday morning he was gone.

Part 11 -- The End

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[dependante]

Kinetic (Phillip Graves/reader)

Summary: Teamed up with Graves isn't where you want to be, you're looking to make it out of the mission without incident...or are you?

Note: the reader has a callsign! (Versace)

WORD COUNT- 5k+

CW's- AFAB reader, elements of misogyny, smut, oral (male receiving), masturbation, blood and injury, wounds, use of the term daddy, exhibitionism

THIS WORK IS INTENDED FOR ADULT AUDIENCES. PLEASE RESPECT THAT BOUNDARY IF YOU AREN'T 18 +

-

"Well, if it ain't Versace?"

Here you were, back in the Americas once again. The sky is sunny and clear, the air is fresh, and Phillip Graves' ugly mug is there to ruin it all.

Wonderful.

"Cut the shit Graves; you knew I was the one coming. Did you expect me to deny a contract?" You spit in his direction.

Your head throbs, the flight had been long, and cargo planes aren't exactly known for being comfortable. You look over the rim of your sunglasses as you step off the plane. The height difference between you two becomes apparent as the closer you approach, the further your neck has to crane upwards. 

"Well, sure, but you never know, especially with our…history." He smiles down at you, hands on his hips, teeth shining. A chronic crest strip user for sure. His men are silent behind him but shift uncomfortably at the statement, no doubt wondering who you were and why you seemed to pull out this more unprofessional side of their commander.

"Our history." you deadpan. 

Being this close to him makes something under your skin writhe. Potential energy waiting to be used in some way. No other person you've met thus far has been able to make you itch the way Graves can with some inexplicable swirl of emotions. You want to see him cry.

"Yeah, baby, our undeniable tension. Gets a little hot to handle 'fraid you might be too overwhelmed to show your beautiful face." He rocks forward into your space, just enough to let you know he's holding himself back in some way. His hands stay glued to himself, however. 

Good for him.  

"There is certainly some tension here commander, just not the kind you think. Let's get going." You step back and turn in the direction of the jeeps. It's an attempt to keep it professional. After all, you were here on contract, and you'll be damned if you lose a good gig because of one infuriating CO.

"Of course, I'll catch you up on the way." He gestures for you to lead the way, shadows filing into the three vehicles.

You've already read the mission specs, but you don't need to tell him that.

–

The group he brought to pick you up is small. Apparently, it's only a few miles from drop-off to their base of operations here, so Graves didn't feel the need to bring out too many personnel. 

"-After all, you can handle yourself just fine, missy, ain't that right?"

"Affirmative." you huff.

You're squeezed in the back of the hot jeep, stuck between two shadows surveying the landscape you pass. Who could possibly be out here is beyond you, but nothing's ever impossible.

Graves has yet to stop yapping at you, and you do your best to pay attention, or at least to seem as though you're paying attention. In truth, you're distracted. The way the men's thighs press into yours makes your skin feel alive, even through multiple layers of separation. Human touch becomes foreign on deployment; you can't remember the last time you touched another person and didn't intend harm. 

You're a bit starved. 

The shadow to your left jolts and shifts uncomfortably as you pass over another bit of rough terrain. He slings his arm over your shoulder, seemingly through with his arm being strangely cramped at his side. Against your will, you flush as you are pressed even further into the man. You must make a noise because Graves looks in your direction while he's still yapping.

He catches your eyes in the rearview mirror. He's too perceptive to miss how you blush, taking in the situation.

Fuck.

He gives you a small knowing smirk and a lift of the brow before he turns back to the road.

Your sweaty palms cling to the fabric of your pants.

–

The room they give you at the compound is alright. It's nice to have your own room with a lock in a building full of men who probably hadn't seen anyone but each other in months.

Yes, the lock feature is nice.

You were told debriefing would be in the morning, so after you set down your pack, you had time to kill. The prospect of a nap is tempting, but that can wait for later. Instead, you pull out your contract details and information to review. This trip was nothing major, you'd be working with Shadow company, but your task was offset from their operation. It benefits both groups to work together. Your goal was to accompany them into cartel territory and capture one of the local leaders. They were small fish in a big pond, but whatever information they got at this stage would help them reel in the real prizes later on. 

Your job was to extract the ledger, transport data of their trafficking, and destroy what was left. Most of your jobs were for tech specialization anymore, the need had only grown in the increasingly digital age, and your extensive combat experience was a plus. It did occasionally irk you that it seemed like it had been ages since you’d been called in for your other specialization. Maybe it would do you good to start looking into getting with a specialist group and quitting solo for a while after this. You've heard good things about KorTac. 

Research for later.

Satisfied with your review, you decide to prowl around the base to pass the rest of your downtime. Never hurt to be familiar with your surroundings.

Laswell was the one to convince you to take on the contract. Apparently, General Shepard had wanted you specifically for this. You accepted the terms, and payment was just generous enough to justify working with Graves. Of course, you hadn't known the details until you were in, but it worked out. Hopefully, it stayed that way. While he was a real ass, Graves was good at what he did and an adequate leader when he wanted to be. 

You and Graves had some... Unfortunate history. You both attended basic together and advanced through the ranks at a similar speed, meaning you saw him quite a bit on base and worked closely with him. However, your experience those first couple of years was not pleasant. 

You constantly struggled to find your footing and belonging, and the isolation at times got to you. 

Being in a male-dominated space was rough, and you found yourself at the end of many cruel behaviors and creepy advancements as time passed. Your seemingly uptight and untouchable demeanor gave way to your nickname, Versace. "Too expensive for us to buy." they'd joke.

Graves was the same. He wasn't the worst but certainly joined in on the teasing occasionally. You'd never admit it, but there was a point in time when you quite liked him, but that passed quickly after your first actual field mission together. Turns out the two of you together, alone, was bad news. 

You refused to cooperate and listen to Graves, and he found ways to constantly undermine your confidence in yourself and your abilities. The more you asserted and spat at him, the harder he would rail against you. Eventually, you both completed your mission and were extracted, but the final moments on the plane broke you. He had mentioned that you’d probably be more agreeable if you finally gave into your “innate urge” to be passed around at base like some fucking cheap barracks bunny. 

Before you could even process it, the back of your hand had struck his face hard. He deserved it, but you didn't feel as though you had gained any ground when he looked at you, his hand on his cheek in disbelief. His eyes were dark, no blue visible, and his face was flushed. Whether it was all from the slap or a combination of embarrassment, you didn't know. What you did know is that his expression sent a hot zing down your spine, setting you ablaze. You wanted to hit him again, say something mean, anything to see that expression again. You felt your own face flush again, not from rage but from something else entirely. However, losing your temper further wouldn't prove or correct anything, so you turned your back to him and crouched down on one of the side benches of the cargo hold.

The rest of the trip passed in thick silence till touchdown. 

–

After that, you tried to avoid him as much as possible. Graves, however, suddenly became more interested in poking and prodding at you. Eventually, it faded, and you two had gone on to separate bases. Still, the occasional interactions never failed to leave you with the same hot energy pushing you to do something, anything. 

At this point you had circled the circumference of the small base, already back to your temporary lodgings. You step in and lock the door before dramatically flopping back onto the twin-sized mattress that had been provided. 

You think back to how he had caught you in your desire earlier. You couldn't go through the rest of the contract like this. To deal with Graves meant you needed a clear head, and seeing as you had your own private room, well…it wouldn't hurt to do something to ease the edge off for yourself. 

Hastily you tug your pants down, looking over to check that the lock hadn't suddenly opened on its own. You didn't see any cameras and honestly? You were needy enough to risk it.

The affair was nothing notable. You were going for efficiency, not luxury as you worked yourself over. Mind running with flashes of previous interactions and fantasies of the what-ifs that could happen. 

What if you had done something about your desire in the jeep, if you had whimpered, made a show of yourself. Would the men beside you have done something about it? Would they have shared you between the two of them? Put you down on the ground as they used your mouth as graves watched from the driver's seat? Helpless to do nothing? You shudder, pace quickening at the thought of his desperate face, eager to pull the vehicle over. 

Your toes curled, and calves tightened uncomfortably as you barreled closer to cumming. Staying quiet was becoming increasingly harder as your body thrummed with energy.

Or would he have barked at them to restrain themselves? Would he have demanded you get yourself off for everyone to look at but not touch? Would he have waited till they got back to fuck you in front of his men? 

You bet he'd want you to bite back, to defy him and his orders. To grab him by the hair from behind and make him groan in the jeep, to claw at his thighs as he fucked you from behind. You wanted that too. It didn't take much longer after that, your body spasming as you reached your high, thoughts blurring together with the internal chant of - Graves Graves Graves- increasing. As you flopped back after your high began to dissipate, you realized that while exhausted, the edge had not gone away. The thoughts of Graves continued despite the lift of hormonal fog.

–

Why debrief had to be at some ungodly early hour was beyond you, especially since the operation was after nightfall. Your multiple alarms jarred you from the sleeping world of comfort. You felt gross and tacky, and a hot wash of shame overcame you as the events of last night replayed in your mind. 

God, Graves? Really? You rub your palms into your eyes and groan before quickly getting up. Time to shower.

While you felt presentable on the outside, nothing felt clean on the inside, watching Graves give a rundown of the mission specs to his men. His face firm as he paced the front of the briefing room, going through slides of information and team movements for the operation. His men were focused, no doubt top-tier men in their own right. Graves did have an eye for talent and a formidable reputation, even if it pained you to admit it. 

You feel ashamed. You know none of the occupants in the room are aware of your thoughts and actions last night, but it doesn't help you shake the feeling of the phantom hand around your neck. Glad mind readers aren’t real, you think, staring off to the side wall, lost in thought. It would be humiliating to give Graves the ego boo-

“-that’ll be where Versace accesses the servers.” 

Your head snaps back to Graves at the mention of your name.

“Right.” You say, voice several notches higher than usual. Graves grins and goes back to his monotonous debrief.

Nice.

–

The night was going smoothly. You helped the men load up the vehicles and put on your gear, making sure to bring a small drive for data transfer along with your USB. The USB was your system killer, and it should only take a matter of seconds to permanently disable cloud storage and data retrieval once it is done. 

When the time came, Graves signaled, and you headed out. The ride there was relatively silent. Occasionally Graves or the shadows would respond to some idle chatter or status confirmation over the comms. 

The goal was to surround any possible exits and to take them by surprise. The less time they had to prepare for your arrival meant the more viable data you would have to collect.

Once there, the shadows split. Graves led you and a few others to the side door while other squads positioned themselves to breach at the moment they were told. Graves nodded towards you in confirmation before giving the clear. 

The property descended into chaos as glass and bullets rained down from round after round shot into the building. Those positioned at the door rammed the entries down quickly, and you moved in. Thankfully the area near the server room was relatively vacant as you crept through. The few stragglers that were there were quick to be put down. A small human part of you ached at the brutality, but it quickly dissolved. Seen worse, done worse, you figured.

Graves and his men were quick to establish a perimeter, and you set out to start working on pulling data. Your fingers worked fast as the shouting and gunfire became sparse. 

It seemed that the plan had worked. There wasn’t enough cartel present at the house to stand a chance against the shadow companies' numbers and strategic advantage. Despite being experienced, the surge of adrenaline that came with active field duty never failed to make you sweat. Halfway through the passcode breakdowns and login entry to retrieve the data, someone burst through the door to the small room. Graves and the two other shadows present were quick to whip their guns to the door only to see another frantic soldier step in to frame. 

“Sir, we’ve got several vehicles inbound.” There's background radio chatter on the comms, probably the other shadows confirming, but it’s muted as your skin chills with nervousness.

“How far off?” Graves asks, hands on his vest gripping tightly.

“About five miles.” The shadow says.

“Fuck me” He pushes on his ear comm.

You quickly check on your progress, you’ve gotten in, which is a plus, but you were still going to need time to download and then let the virus completely destroy the terminal. You didn’t need to be there for it to happen but you would need to be here to retrieve it.

“Actual to 3-4 and 3-5 y’all see incoming?”

“Yes sir, we’re in position but we could use an extra set of eyes.” You dart up.

“Send me up. I’ve got my rifle. I can help pick a few off.” You call to Graves from across the room, feet already in motion as you grab your kit balanced in the corner.

“No can do. You’re here to get that information.” He doesn’t sound at all happy to hear your suggestion, and you can hear his heavy footsteps behind you as you tighten your tactical vest. You turn around to meet him head-on. 

“I don’t need to be here for it to work. Keep it guarded till I come back.” You push past him walking in the direction of the Shadow had come from.

“Absolutely not. You’re staying right here.” He barks, tugging you back by a vest strap. You whip around, face inches from him this time. The thrum of energy now a harsh buzz as your eyes stare directly into his. 

“Who do you have to spare that's a better shot than me right now? No one, so step out of the way.” 

His mouth twists and brows scrunch in anger. You wonder if he’ll waste precious time just to prove a point. You don’t stick around to find out. You yank around and storm out the door with the Shadow. He leads you in the general direction before heading back to cover another entrance.

To get to the roof, you have to climb up the shoddy temp ladder on the outside of the building.

“This is Versace to 3-4 and 3-5. I’m on my way up.” 

“Got it, we're on the northwest corner, would appreciate you catching the east."

"Copy, be in position soon."

Once up on the roof, you situate yourself on the roof and locate the position of the two other shadows before finding the direction of the incoming vehicles. 5 incoming trucks, two with turrets and men positioned on the backs of all of them, looking to take out potential snipers.

You'd have to take them out before they do you.

“Actual, what’s the situation.” You hear Graves ask over comms.

“Five incoming sir,” 3-4 answers.

“Do what y’all need to do. Once they get close enough, we’ll help yall with ground cover. Clear?”

“Yep yep” You hear multiple affirmatives over the mic before confirming yourself.

The vehicles were close enough now that you could try to take out the wheels on the first. You plant yourself firmly on the ground spreading your legs for the oncoming recoil. Training and practice had made your core and upper body strong enough to handle your rifle.

You shoot. It lands, blowing out the front left tire and causing the vehicle to flip. The other vehicles keep moving, you see the men on the backs tense and aim in the direction of the building. Before the first turret can even fire, the gunner’s blown off the back by a shot.

You and the two other shadows get a few more good shots before you hear a startled “ fuck-” but before they can finish, your spot is literally blown. 

You're flung back from your position, ears ringing as you try to regain control of your limbs. 

Grenade launcher. Those fuckers missed someone pulling a grenade launcher.

It missed you by just enough that it didn't cause any severe damage, but it did manage to make your brain feel like fucking soup. 

“Versace, check-in, check-in,” You hear Graves' irritating voice faintly come back into focus as the ringing subsides enough to hear him over the comm that had fallen out of your ear. You groan and put the earpiece back in before responding.

“I’m here, moving off the roof.” 

“Come get the drive, do not engage any further,”

This time you don't argue, too sore to think. You can hear gunfight from the ground and think that some of the cartel convoy probably made it to the building. You drop off the ladder less than graceful, quickly sneaking back to the location of the server room when a figure steps in front of you. You don’t get to process the movements before there's a knife pressed to your side and a low voice speaking to you.

“Where is your leader.”

“I don’t know where he is,” You grit out.

“Lie.” He digs the knife further into your side, the end angled under your vest to ensure that one wrong move would end up in severe internal damage. You hear the other men faintly on your comms, it seemed like they were picking them off but it wasn’t enough time for them to find you before you’d be gutted. 

Fine.

“Ok, ok this way,” You start to lead him to the server room. You know Graves probably left only two shadows if that to stay with the drive while he went to deal with the oncoming issue. 

Somehow you were going to have to break out of his hold. 

You pass a lounge room, and there’s a side table with a lamp. It might provide you enough distraction if you can reach it, but before you can, yelling catches the attention of your captor for just a split second. 

That’s all the time you need, the knife slides along your side painfully as you maneuver out of his hold and bend his forearm back as far as you can. The bone snaps and he screams as you kick out his knee so he crumples to the ground. He flips to his stomach and grabs at your legs, trying to pull you down to the ground most likely to beat you senseless.

Thankfully he was stupid enough to have left your holster on and you don't hesitate to unload a shot into his head. He falls on his face motionless. Your side burns as you hobble to the server room. As you expected, Graves had left, leaving a sole shadow at the door. 

“What the fuck happened to you?” He calls, taking in your disheveled state. 

“Apparently no one can see a fucking grenade launcher before it takes out a teammate.” You grumble, you check the status of the download and destroy process. It’s finished. You grab the drive and watch as the display immediately blue screens as you pull it out. Your job is done. 

It sounds like the shooting has once again died down, and you take a moment to lean back in the chair but grimace as pain shoots up from the cut on your abdomen.

“You wouldn't happen to have anything on you to wrap this would you?” You ask.

“Yea I do.” The man pulls out some gauze from one of his pockets and comes over to help you.

“What’s your name?” You ask.

“Isaac.” He says, kneeling in front of your chair to help wrap the temporary gauze around your waist.

You hiss as you lift your hips and pull up your multiple layers to give him access.

“Thanks Isaac.”

“No problem.” You can’t see his expression through his ski mask but as he looks up at you his eye crinkles the only indication he’s smiling.

You hate yourself for it, but you blush. Man, you need to get some action soon or you fear your turn into a wild animal. It's in this position where Graves finds you. Hips lifted and shirt hiked up while one of his men kneeled between your legs. Something hot flashes across his face before he starts laying into you.

" This is why you listen to me, if you had just stayed here you wouldn't have had any issues."

Isaac pats your leg and scoots back, letting you know he’s done with your wrap. You move to get up, wincing but pushing through just because you can. 

"I wouldn't have had issues if your men had actually watched my back." You hold up the drive to Graves.

"Let's just get going."

He stands there for a moment looking at you.

"Men, let's get goin' load everything up." He barks. 

Affirmatives follow as the men file out the doors back to the vehicles. Graves walks with you as you start to walk out, arm grabbing yours.

"This ain't over just so you know." You brush him off.

"Yeah yeah."

You get into the backseat and shut the door on his face. Wonder if he'll pop a vein when you get back to base.

–

After an actual patch-up and cleaning of your side, you head to the room where Graves is most likely still waiting for you. You both had to report to Shepard, and he had to wait for you to do so. 

As you thought, Graves is sitting in one of the chairs in the meeting room, back turned to you. A bit petty of him not to acknowledge you as you come in, but you don’t mind. It scratches the childish itch to win. You had successfully gotten under his skin.

He hits the call button wordlessly, and you two wait for Shepard's face to appear on the screen in front of you. Eventually, the call connects, and Shepard starts in on you two.

“Commander Graves, did you successfully capture the two cartel members we were after?” He doesn’t even acknowledge the both of you before starting. Rude but expected.

“Yes sir, the two are currently here on base.” 

“Good, any issues?”

“We had some unforeseen company at the end, but we took care of them.” 

The general looks displeased at this development.

“Find out how they knew we were there.”

“Yes sir.” Graves replies.

“Versace.” Shepard focuses his attention now on you.

“Yes, sir?”

“Did you get the data?”

“Yes, I successfully cleared their cloud and systems too, once the download was complete. That data is virtually lost for them.”

“Leave the drive with Graves.” His demand leaves no room for debate but-

“-My contract is through Laswell sir. I’ll leave the drive to her as stated in my contract.”

General Shepard doesn't seem pleased with your pushback, but says nothing more. He looks back to Graves.

“Graves, we’ll talk tomorrow, signing off.”

The call disconnects, and the room quiets once more.

“Sooo im gonna rest up now,” you say, peeling your back up off the wall you've been leaning on. 

Graves swivels in his chair to look at you, legs spread. Why you had expected him to drop the childish act and talk you don’t know.

“Right, good work. I’ll be gone by tomorrow afternoon. Good seeing you, Graves”

He stands, still wordless, and walks in your direction.

Now you're annoyed. His silence is annoying and his stalking over to you is slightly creepy, but you don't cower away, standing still as he approaches you. You aren't scared of him, but you find yourself leaning back again on the wall for support.

“Graves, what’s your probl-”

He gently pulls your shoulder towards him, and you comply, letting him turn you to face the wall before you feel him press lightly against you, breathing heavily. You grin.

“Pent up that badly, Graves? I would've thought for sure you be sticking yourself in anything that walks for the last couple of years.”

“I'm more selective than that.” He murmurs into the space next to your ear, your skin involuntarily filling with goosebumps.

“Well what exactly are you looking for?”

“You.”

You scoff in disbelief.

“Find some secretary to get your pathetic dick wet, Graves, and get off my ass.”

He doesn't. Instead of the disgust you should feel at the situation, you only find yourself growing excited. A ball in your stomach is forming the longer this goes on. Some part of you says “ yess this is the resolution we need” . An involuntary shiver goes up your spine, and apparently, Graves can tell exactly what that means. 

–

He presses you further into the wall, the wound in your side throbs, and you groan.

"Been callin’ you hard to get all this time, but that's not it really, huh?" he rasps into your ear, breath hot against your face and his stubble now rubbing raw into your skin as he drags his scruff against your cheek.

"You just wanna be tossed around and told what to do." Your breath hitches as he pulls and gropes at your sides, rocking you back and forth across him.

"Wanna get fucked in front of my men?" You gasp as he sticks his hand down the front of your jeans, the sweat making it hard for him to pull them down.

"Or is it that you want them too huh?" The harshness mixed with his words make you throb. It gives you away.

"Come on, baby, say yes? Give in to daddy."

You make a noise then, one that sounds needy and small in all the ways you aren't at his words. Your head spins and your skin is alight. His hands are still taking. There is no softness, only possession as he pulls you into his body, one hand roughly petting you below and the other pawing at your chest through your multiple layers. All you can do is weakly pry at his arms and whine. For what you aren't sure.

"Boys will never believe I made your uptight ass speechless. They've all been theorizing what you're like in the sack since day one." Your knees feel weak at his words. 

"Yea, baby? Like that? Like knowing everyone wants to touch, but no one can have? No one but me, huh? Who knew with a little push, you'd be such a slut." Your mouth waters, lips, shiny with your spit, open to gasp as he continues to grab at your body. 

"Fuck you." You say.

It's an entirely broken statement. Said throatily and without any real bite. Graves chuckles before roughly pushing you to your knees.

"I plan on it." He unbuckles his belt and hastily takes off the holster attached at his waist to free himself. He strokes himself as he looks down at you. The ground is unforgiving on your knees, but it's the furthest thought in your mind at the moment. All that you can focus on is the drag of his hand up and down, and he sees it. 

"Baby, we haven't even done anything, and you're looking a little dull behind the eyes." He laughs meanly.

"Is the view that good?" You nod, and he groans.

"Go on, touch it."

You lick your palm before pushing off his hand to replace it with yours. His chuckle turns into a groan as you quickly work him over. His hand flexes in your hair as you draw back to spit on your hand before starting up again. 

You can't think, the pain in your side hasn't gone away, but it's only fueling your desire at the moment in some twisted masochistic way. The adrenaline from earlier hasn't worn off, leaving you in a hazy state of just raw feeling. 

The sounds coming from Graves leave you frazzled, and you feel your exposed nerve endings frying. He must've grown greedy as he tightens the grip on your hair to angle your face upwards.

"Open" he says.

You comply, jaw slack and tongue out.

He taps himself against the tip of your tongue before suddenly pushing in. He crowds you back again against the wall till your head slightly bounces off the cold surface each time you come off for the air. Or, at least, the best you can with his grip keeping you in place as he uses you. 

You choke and gag, forgetting the exposed nature of your situation, till you hear a group of voices draw near.

Your eyes widen at the realization that you could very well get caught in the act with Graves, but he doesn't relent. If anything, the heavy footfalls and loud voices of his soldiers push him into you faster and deeper, and you try to continue as silently as possible. It doesn't work.

One ill-timed wet choke draws silence from the group of men outside the door. You swear your eyes roll into the back of your head as Graves throbs in your mouth, and you let out a quiet moan.

The men laugh and bang on the door before moving on, still jeering and making comments, but their voices quickly fade away, as fast as they had appeared and Graves takes it as his cue to pick up the pace. You never once moved your hands off of him, and you dig your nails in the faster he gets.

"Bout to cum baby, you gonna swallow for me?"

You moan an affirmative, and he stutters, rhythm broken as the slight vibration does him in. His release is bitter and salty but you don't even process it as you mindlessly swallow. As you flop your head back against the wall, you're pent up beyond relief. The pants from both of your chests are the only noise as you both recuperate. Graves looks down at you and wires his thumb across your face, gathering the mess that had accumulated before wiping it on his pants. 

"C'mon, up you get." He says as he pulls you up to your feet. Your legs are numb, feeling rushing back with an uncomfortable pin-pricking sensation, and the wound on your side throbs. With no distraction from it this time, the pain zips through you. You whine your complaints into his chest. Wasn't he going to take care of you? 

“None of that now, come on.” He grunts, tidying you up and firmly gripping your shoulders, bringing you back to the moment. You could almost cry.

“Be good, and we’ll see about me returning the favor later on, yeah?”

Graves pauses and waits for your confirmation. He wants to see if you're ok with this. 

You are, and so you nod. He grins.

“Alright then.” He opens the hallway door and guides you back to your room. He doesn't enter, but once your form flops on the bed, he turns the lights off for you and moves to shut the door.

As he turns to leave, you call out to him, voice raspy.

"Next time, I'm ruining you."

He chuckles.

"Look forward to it, sweetheart."

My first fully finished reader insert! Please let me know what y'all think I'd really appreciate it 🙏

#cod mw2 x reader #phillip graves #cod mw2 #phillip graves x you #phillip graves x reader #graves x reader

[fairytsuk1]

streamer!au

being tomura's assistant was... hard.

what started out as some kid sitting in a dimly-lit beige room transformed into joining orgs, e-sports, drinking too much, and giving you a non-stop headache.

@tomraki: dream is fucking ugly lol

another headache. your jaw drops as the retweets begin to grow and the quote retweets threaten to drop your dear streamer's address or beloved ... well, anything. dream stans were ruthless.

"tomura!! you cannot, under any circumstances, say something like that!" he eyed you lazily before surfing through his files, saving fanart and writing down stream ideas.

"i'm not allowed to say the truth?"

"no! you aren't! you're getting devoured and what are you going to do if your org retaliates against you? we already had an issue with your gambling and then Twitch banned it and then you made a statement! again!"

he sighs drearily, "they banned my fucking revenue, i'm allowed to make a fuss about it. and aren't you supposed to support my every move?"

the way his eyes pierced you, and the slow creeping grin etched on his face grew every second. he was right, he was your boss.

but you weren't some doormat. you were shigaraki tomura's assistant for god's sake! you always retaliated.

"right, of course. that's why i scheduled a minecraft manhunt with you and him together for next week! so maybe you can tell it to his face next time."

"you didn't."

bouncy steps flee out the room before he can exact his wrath, "have fun!"

"FUCK!"

... oddly enough, he could be sweet. you'd seen him with fans too young to be watching him; he didn't go goo-goo eyed but he held a softness because he too was once a watcher of his favorite creators.

the circle of life, you guessed.

"are you having fun?" somehow, shigaraki had been lumped in with some of the more American streamers when he travelled from his cozy Japan studio to sunny California.

"no." "well, i know you like that whiskey sour." "it's mid. americans can't do anything right."

you shrug, that's enough of that. you lean against the wall while sitting next to him. he has a bit of a flush, but he needed this considering he saw StickyTape (Sero, an unfunny and bad gamer in his opinion) walk in. he knew people would be gunning for him to interact, post selfies, play happy streamer...

and his eyes wandered over to you again. god, could he quit it?

"you look nice." "do i? i wore my best skirt! figured i'd be seeing lots of famous people and networking for you, had to give em' something to look at."

the whiskey sour's in his veins now, and he decides to give up on filtering.

"your face is good enough." "what?"

are you that stupid? did you not hear what he just said?

tomura was no stranger to flirting with you, he liked to tease that eventually you two would fuck and that you'd be whining about wanting to be his and only his. and maybe you sometimes felt special knowing that you were backstage because he demanded you be there, not because it was just your job. and a long time ago, on a night he was falling in your arms due to the alcohol buzzing through his system that he whispered ...

"you're the worst assistant ever." "why?" "because you'll never love me the way i want."

what was appropriate to say? he snored into his pillow as you tenderly took off his shoes. obviously, he wasn't getting as many girls as he claimed if he couldn't see the love woven into every interaction with him

"my head hurts." "wanna go home? karl jacobs is looking our way, maybe it's best to get going anyways." "jesus, yeah let's go."

and just like that, the two of you left hand in hand.

@tomraki: how do you confess your love to someone?

@rakistanz: just tell her!

shigaraki (work): i love you

#shigaraki thirst #shigaraki tomura x reader #tomura shigaraki x reader #shigaraki x y/n #shigaraki x reader #shigaraki imagine #bnha x reader #my hero academia x reader #boku no hero academia x reader #my hero academia imagines #boku no hero x reader

[gamergirlbonestaskforce141riot]

We are all humanbeings and we all make mistakes. I want a little story about a time, when Riot crossed a line. Maybe she hurt someone with her actions, maybe it was some words. It doesn't have to be a big drama, a major failure - can be something small. I want that story to have a scene, where Riot apologizes to someone, she hurt.

Important detail - this person must be able to answer to her. You decide if they accept apology or not, but they must talk back.

Gibraltar, 2019

Thud

The gym was empty that early in the morning, with nobody around to listen to the methodic, repetitive sounds of someone beating the shit out of one of the punching bags.

Thud

Her knuckles hurt by then, still cracked from four days before, but she didn't stop.

Thud

Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.

Thud

"Vega?"

Riot hit the bag, hard, and kept her fist there when she heard the voice coming from behind her. She said nothing, because there was nothing to say.

"I just had to give my statement... You're not going to believe the amount of women there waiting to say how that asshole tried the same with them"

Just a month and a half ago, the lovely voice of Corporal Nellie Butler brought a smile to her lips, but now the only thing it brought was the taste of ashes.

Nellie stopped just short of some steps, staring at Sergeant Vega's back, seeing the muscles beneath the black tank top move while she breathed.

"Aren't you going to say anything?"

Just a month ago, those doe eyes would have made her smile, but in that moment the last thing Christine Vega wanted was to look at her.

"There's nothing to say"

It was irrational. Unkind. It wasn't Nellie's fault nor anyone's but that sodding idiot of Coulton. And hers, for having such a short fuse.

She fucked up her own career. But the irrational rage inside her filled her head with other thoughts and her throat with bile.

Thud

"When do you have to go in?" Nellie moved slightly, trying to have a better look at who had been her... what? Girlfriend? Lover? They had merely 'dated' for three weeks until she fucked it up.

Thud

"Noon" Christine grunted, looking away, brushing back some sweaty strands of hair from her forehead.

"I didn't tell them about... us" Nellie assured, thinking that was what had Riot so angry, but the other woman huffed.

"Wouldn't change a thing. I did beat that wanker"

"But if I had told them we were together until a week ago, it could have been the nail in your coffin!"

Thud

Riot shook her head and stepped back from the punching bag, looking for her gym bag.

"I put the nails myself" She found her water bottle and opened it to take a brief sip. "I hit someone with a higher graduation, and did a good job of it. My doing. You were just unlucky to be the victim"

"But you did it for me!" Nellie shouted, with the passion that would have made Riot smile only three weeks ago.

And there it was. The ugly truth that Riot didn't want to face, that didn't want her to know.

That it had been because of her, and not for her.

That deep inside, the thought that Nellie was the ultimate culprit of Riot's wrongdoing had rooted deep in her core, and it was eating her.

That deep inside, she blamed Nellie, not for being a victim, but for putting her in the position of destroying what she had fought for.

"We could leave! Both of us, and move somewhere pretty. We don't need their rules" Nellie kept babbling

We?

"No" Riot rolled her eyes, with a low, dismissive huff that made Nellie shut up. They had flirted for a couple of weeks before having a brief relationship. That lasted a whole three weeks before Nellie started talking about meeting families, sharing holidays and spending lives together.

Riot's interest all but dried out overnight, and called it quits when she found the younger woman had tried to check her phone and asked, jealous and making a scene, who Johnny was.

"I didn't do it for you. I didn't even know it was you when I heard you scream in the showers" She explained, curtly, still not looking at her. "I would have done the same for any other person. You're not special"

Right as she said it she knew she had crossed a line, and the gasp behind her confirmed it. But it was done.

The last thing she needed was having an infatuated fool thinking she had destroyed her career for her.

"I'm sorry, kitten"

"Don't call me that" Nellie's teary voice sounded further, but Riot didn't turn to look. "You're an asshole. I thought..."

"What, that I knowingly fucked my career up because of you?" Riot looked over her shoulder briefly, her blue-gray eyes cold as steel. "You have no fucking idea of what this shit is going to cost me. I have sweat blood to be what I am"

"You were defending me!" Nellie insisted, her lovely chestnut hair as well kept as always, and Riot thought absently how she used to like it.

Now she felt nothing but dread.

"And would you hate them too!?" The younger Corporal cried, and Riot resisted the urge to roll her eyes again, recognizing it wouldn't be wise.

"You happened to be there" She repeated, a bit softer. "I am sorry it's not what you want to hear. But had it been anyone else being abused in that room, I would have done exactly the same"

"I don't hate you. I'm angry with myself"

The gym was empty that early in the morning, with the only sound being the angry sniffles coming from Corporal Nellie Butler.

Sighing, Riot turned around to face her, with her gym bag hanging from her shoulder.

"I am sorry, Nellie. I've been unkind and you didn't deserve that"

"But you meant every word" The younger woman spat angrily, looking up at her, with her arms crossed.

But I meant every word

"I'm sorry" Riot repeated, awkwardly, just wishing for it to end already. "I was too harsh"

"Harsh? You only care about two things it seems. Your precious career and that Johnny you text all the time" Nellie waved her arms around angrily, and Riot's mouth curved downwards.

God, how she hated theatrics.

"I'm sorry I hurt you, kitten. It wasn't what I wanted"

"I don't want to see you ever again!" Nellie screamed, turning in her heels and hurrying to the door. "I don't want to talk to you ever again!"

Feeling is mutual

Sergeant Christine Vega, callsign Riot, sighed deeply, listening until Nellie's steps died in the distance. Then, she headed to her room, to get ready for her hearing and learn of her fate.

#cod oc #call of duty #cod mw2 #call of duty modern warfare #cod original character #call of duty original character #cod fanfic #call of duty modern warfare 2 #call of duty fanfic #cod fanfiction #christine riot vega #oc: christine 'riot' vega #cod fic #call of duty fanfiction #call of duty fic #call of duty oc

[camels-pen]

time, in all its affection (in all its agony)

Summary: The beginning of the end, through Clockwork's eyes.

based on @currentlylurking 's prompt '“Even if I could change it,” Clockwork lied, “I wouldn’t.”'

Ao3 Link | Phight '24 series

—

“You could’ve saved them.”

A quiet, unassuming statement. If they wished it, they could’ve ignored it entirely. Perhaps played at ignorance, as futile as that may be. May have been. Would be. There were so many people, after all, that they could have saved. Would have saved. Can’t have saved. So many ghosts and humans alike with differing paths, longer or shorter existences, with a simple flick of their finger.

“Jack and Maddie?” they asked, though they know the answer.

“No,” the boy said, a growing heat to his words. “Sam and Tucker.”

Clockwork closed their eyes. The headstrong girl and tech-loving boy. Two fates tied so tightly to Daniel’s own. An unfortunate circumstance that led to one, inevitable conclusion.

“You had the power. Still have it, now.” Daniel—no, he was calling himself ‘Dan’ now—floated closer, a scowl deeply etched on his face. “You can bring them back, you can change things. Make it all better.”

They could. Had. Would. It would be a simple matter, really. Hardly anything worth noting in the grand scheme of things. A complete contradiction to a future lesson with a different Daniel, one who had seen the monster he becomes in grief and vowed to never become that person. 

That Daniel would not exist without this one.

“Even if I could change it,” Clockwork lied, “I wouldn’t.”

A light grew bright in Dan’s eyes. “Someone’s stopping you? Who is it, the Observants? I’ll go beat the shit out of them, then. Or I’ll turn them into stains of ectoplasm on the ground, if that’s what it takes.” 

The ease of a tool in their hand as they repair an old clock, do routine maintenance, create something entirely new, settled in their chest. It was almost like muscle memory, using their words and lack of to send a ghost to do errands for them. To live for them. To die for them. It would be as simple as one, single word.

“No.”

Because as simple as it may be—as much as Dan seemed to be begging for it, begging for a target to unleash the rage from his grief and, in turn, bring back those he loved—Clockwork could not do that to him. Hadn’t done that to him. Would not do that to him. 

Not to him.

“Not the Observants? Then who?” Dan’s aura flared around him, as if trying for intimidation. A laughable notion from a boy his age. “Tell me.”

There was no satisfactory answer. Clockwork could not, had not, would not give it to him.

Countless people of varying degrees of life had been a thorn in Clockwork’s side. But none of them compared to the annoyance of the Observants. The only ones that would be believable were either sealed away or lost to, in all its irony, time. Even were they present, however, Clockwork would never send Dan to them, regardless of if it were for a request for their heads or a cup of tea.

“Don’t patronize me,” the boy said. “I may not be as old as you, but I’ve survived on my own long enough to know the ugly side of humanity and ghost kind.” An inappropriate chuckle built in Clockwork’s chest. By human standards, they supposed his words had some merit. “Whoever it is, I can take them.” Or die fully trying, he did not add. In another timeline—a more desperate one—he did add it. It hurt all the same.

The humour left them.

“I will not send you to your second death.” Clockwork put his hands on Dan’s shoulders. Wrinkled and stiff, long and calloused, soft and pudgy. Gloved thumbs rubbed along hazmat. “You will not enjoy that.”

“Third death,” he growled, slapping Clockwork’s hands away. “I’m not Danny. Not Vlad either.”

There was truth in his words, though he wasn’t an even split. 

“I’m the fucked up thing that came from both their ghost halves.” He jabbed a finger in Clockwork’s chest. “Got that?”

They nodded once. “I am aware, yes.”

Dan narrowed his eyes. “Aware, but not internalizing it.”

You tend to act more like one than the other, they thought, spoke, cried. Timelines they brushed away before they came to pass. “My apologies, Dan, but I cannot do what you are asking of me.”

Dan scoffed. “Typical.” Why do I even bother coming to see you anymore? Another timeline, another brushed away. 

They had met on a minuscule probability—a rare, rare chance where Daniel had stumbled upon Clockwork’s lair in one of his exploration trips. They were supposed to turn him away, supposed to let this boy become like countless others he’d seen through time. Supposed to do many things. 

They were cryptic and blunt, but never hostile. And that, they supposed, was their crucial mistake.

“It was nice while it lasted,” Dan said, and for a moment Clockwork wondered if he had the ability to manipulate time too. (A silly thought; if he had those kind of powers, he would not hesitate to bring back his precious friends.) 

“It was,” Clockwork said, an uncommon melancholy to their words. 

Dan turned for the door, his cape swishing behind him. “Those people’s blood are on your hands.”

They knew better than to ask for his mercy, appeal to his humanity. Dan would not listen, caught up in the duties of monsters as he was. Caught up in the pain in his heart as he was.

All it would take was a glance, a blink, a breath. Maybe less. The two children would be alive, safe, whole. Dan would give up his crusade, vengeance, war—whatever he’d taken to calling it. He would never have even become the boy—man, he was today. 

But it would happen again. And again.

And Dan would always come back. Would always ask, demand, beg for the same request.

Another timeline, another Daniel, would be meeting them soon. Clockwork needed to set him on the right path. The path with respect for time. Respect for the dead, ghost and not. That boy would not become this boy, but this boy must exist for that boy to be better.

Caretaking time, what a headache it was. 

Is. Would be.

“When Amity Park is gone,” Dan said, “you’re next.”

Such was the price they had to pay. Though it would not be by Dan’s hand, this iteration of Clockwork would cease to exist in the near future, along with this doomed timeline. It was the fate of all Clockworks that had such catastrophic events that needed to be erased. 

Dan himself would surely be paying for his crimes, too, though this Clockwork could not see it. They could only hope that their other self wouldn’t be too hard on the boy. Beyond the stretching darkness in their sight after Dan would leave this timeline, Clockwork feared most what kind of defeat—what kind of punishment awaited him.

Clockwork sighed. Affection was a terrible, terrible thing.

“I know.”

#danny phantom #dan phantom #clockwork #nemo the writing ho #phic phight #:3

[polluxhale]

“Maybe it’s for the best? Never understood why she’d be so attached to that ugly mug anyways.” Pollux smirked over at his friend, clearly joking. Given their somewhat steamy history, it was fairly obvious that Pollux had never found the other man ugly. 

Xylaes rolled his eyes and took a drag from cigarette. “Maybe. She deserves bet–” Before he was able to finish that statement, Pollux had smacked the cigarette right out of his hand, “The fuck, Hale?”

“Don’t say that. You are a good person who has made some dumb mistakes that anyone probably would have made in your position. But for those that know the truth, and that truly know you, know you did the right thing. And those in charged fucked you for it because they didn’t want their own bullshit to get out in the open and cause a scandal. Light fucking forbid.” Clearly this was a topic Pollux was very passionate about. Xylaes had been his friend and his brother in arms for much of their younger lives, and at one point prior to the explosion that nearly took Pollux’s life, the two were almost inseparable. 

Xylaes leaned over to pick up his cigarette and relented that train of thought with a hand raised in surrender. “It’s been messy for a long time, neither of us have treated the other particularly well at times. Maybe now that she’s no longer in the position she was in, maybe it could be different. But I just…I can’t be there for her during this transition. Wouldn’t be good for either of us given the current circumstances.”

Pollux gave his friend a warm smile, nodding in understanding. While the two didn’t spend as much time together as they used to, they had become confidantes once more. “Maybe after your own transition hmm? As great as I’m sure you are at screwing strangers for the Red Moon, there’s plenty of opportunities to be using your other skill sets. Not just when there’s a war going on.”

“You know I’ve lost a good chunk of those skill sets…” Referring specifically to the arcane abilities he used to possess prior to having them ripped away from him as a part of his prison sentence.

Pollux reached out to give the other man’s left arm a hard pinch. Xylaes slightly recoiled at the action, but the duo watched as the invisible runes on that replanted arm shimmer to life. “But you have also gained some new ones, and some you’ve likely not even figured out yet.”

It was in Maldraxxus that Xylaes had found himself a subject of The House of Construct’s disturbing experiments. His included having his entire arm removed and replanted with that of someone who apparently had been a caster of some variety. Much was still left to mystery, but during the past campaign, he was able to produce various sorts of magic when he found himself in danger. There was a lot of promise there and still much to be explored, if he could ever get over the fact that this arm, even though he controlled it, was technically not his own.

“So anyways, that guy I was talking to you about, that possibly has a job...” Pollux continued, looking a touch trepidatious. “He is looking for people that have fallen off the grid and know how to stay off of it pretty damn well. I mentioned that you are excellent at finding those types of people, and that wasn’t just because of your magic. That’s the job, finding people, and he’ll pay extremely well under the table. You can keep up with the Moon, but this is, well, this is right up your alley, Xy. That’s all the details I can give you though, the rest is up to the two of you to iron out and discuss should he choose to hire you and should you choose to work this gig.”

Xylaes pressed his lips into a thin line, leaning back in his chair as he silently considered. “You trust him?”

Pollux squinted at that. Tough question. “...I…trust him not to fuck me over, which I feel would also extend to you given he knows you’re my friend and that I trust you.”

Being paid under the table meant that this was likely not very legal, or needed to be hush hush. Being paid under the table in order to find people also typically meant that these people would never be seen again once found. That had been a part of his gig in the military, but the targets were never your everyday Joe Schmo’s, they were people that proved to be a threat to the greater good and thus needed to be eliminated. At least that’s what they were told. Maybe that was the case here as well.

There was only one way to find out. It’s not as if there were oodles of opportunities out there for ex-cons like him, he had to take what he could get and working as an escort at a brothel just wasn’t cutting it anymore. “Yeah, I’ll talk to him. No harm in just seeing what it’s all about, right?”

Pollux tapped out a quick message on his comm and soon after came a knock on the door. He jumped out of the chair to answer it, cracking the door open and exchanging a few hushed words before allowing the third man inside. 

“Xylaes, I want you to finally meet my twin brother, Ouro.”

@xylaes @fio-renze @ouroandar

#story #xylaes #pollux #something a lil' new maybe

[uniquebureau]

I love you when you do that

The prince comes to her room at night.

Author note: this is an extract from my fanfic. The female character is an oc.

When she opened the door, she held her breath. 

Her prince was right in front of her. Looking even wearier and more tired than that morning: the circles under his eye had grown deeper and darker and his skin looked paler. 

Elia opened her mouth to say his name, but he shut her down putting his lips on hers, cradling her face in his big hands, icy cold on her warm face. She pulled him inside her room, closing the door, wise enough to think they couldn’t be seen kissing like that.  

When the door was closed, he slipped his tongue inside her mouth, groaning while tasting her, savoring her like he was starving.

He licked her lips one more time before interrupting the kiss, keeping his forehead against her without saying anything, his face tensed, a frown on his eyebrow. 

They stayed like that for a bit, Elia understood he needed only that, he needed the calm and the silence, so she stayed in silence, waiting for him to speak, caressing the back of his hands, bony and soft.  

He sighed and pulled her close, his eye still closed. “I didn’t know where else to go” 

“I’m glad you came here” she admitted, brushing her nose against his. 

“My father is dead” he whispered so weakly that she could hear him only thanks to their closeness. 

She raised her hand and caressed his face. “I know” she whispered, nodding. “I’m so sorry”

His frown deepened. 

“You’re freezing,” she caressed his cheek, right under the lace of his eyepatch. “Sit by the fire. I get you some water”  

She poured the water into a cup, watching him walk to the fire almost limping; he looked drunk, but she knew he probably hadn’t been sleeping in days. When she brought him the water, he was sitting on the ground, on a big red carpet right in front of the fire. She held her gown and sat by his side, handing him the cup. 

He looked at the cup and then at her, smiling briefly, a smile that looked almost painful. 

“Thank you” he muttered under his breath. 

She shrugged. “How are you?” 

He chuckled, looking into the fire, he put his palms over the fire. “People keep asking me that, and I keep replying that I’m trying to be strong. But I’m not: the ugly truth is that… I don’t feel anything , at all. I mean, one should be sad on the day of his father's funeral, right? This is how normal people feel when their father dies. Then why can’t I feel anything? Why can’t I be normal for one fucking time?” 

Elia had the impression that, if he had been in his full senses, he would have never told her something like that, he would have never opened up like that with anyone. 

“Because love isn’t owed,” she replied, caressing his forearm. “It’s deserved”

He turned to her, nodding. 

“I’ve tried, you know?” he admitted, turning back to look at the fire. “When I was little I followed him everywhere, I’ve listened to hours of boring meetings of the Small Council, of Lords making requests, I’ve asked him about his life, about his dragon… I couldn’t believe that my father was the last rider of the Black Dread. But he never cared about me, or any of us…” 

The flames were burning into his eye while he talked. “The night I’ve lost my eye, something changed in me. And not just because I had claimed Vhagar. I was there, bleeding, defaced forever, and he was screaming at me, at me , for calling their precious grandchildren bastards . A simple statement, more than an offense, if you ask me.” 

The more she heard that story, the more she realized that a war was starting only because of children’s bickering. 

“I blamed Aegon, for telling me that.” he admitted, chuckling. “I thought he would have denied it, but my brother, the drunk idiot who had never missed a chance to taunt me, surprisingly had my back, he took the blame for me, and never said a word. I even had the suspicion he actually liked the Strong boys, but he took my defenses. Only he and our mother did. That night, I understood that we had just ourselves, that it didn’t matter how good I was, my father would have always preferred Rhaenyra and her family. I avoided him like the plague, since that night, and he has never asked why I suddenly stopped following him, so I thought it was a relief for him”

“The biggest lie of this world is that we should necessarily love our parents,” she told him. “Or that they will love us no matter what.” 

“I wanted to punch all the people who had come to me today, saying how much he loved us” he confessed, closing his fists. 

“You should have” she replied, shrugging. 

He looked at her, giggling. He stopped and gave a deeper look at her hair completely loose, falling in black waves around her shoulder, it felt like he was seeing her again for the first time, without her colorful dresses or flashy jewelry. “I’ve missed you, sea girl” 

Yeah, he definitely would have never talked to her like that if he was more in himself.

She chuckled, laying her head on the couch, looking at him. “I’ve missed you, too”

He looked down. “Can I stay here, tonight?” 

She bit her lips, smiling. “I wouldn’t let you go anywhere else, my prince,” she said, tilting her head toward him. “Especially because you look drunk” 

He chuckled. “I’m not drunk, I swear. I’m just really really tired”

She smiled. “Oh, I can tell. Do you want to lay on the bed?”

He shook his head. “Let’s stay here, just for a bit”

She nodded, coming closer. 

“What about you?” his eye was battling to stay open, closing languidly for more seconds than a simple blink. “Were you asleep? Did I wake you up?” 

She shook her head. “No, I… I couldn’t very much sleep” 

“Were you worried about… I mean, about what would happen to us?” 

That and so much more, my prince. She wanted to say, but she simply nodded. 

“I’ve asked, before,” he told her. And her heart sank in her stomach, she realized only at that moment how scared she was to have to say goodbye to him. “They say nothing has changed, the wedding is still arranged.” 

Her body relaxed with a deep sigh of relief when she heard that. Yet, she was far from being tranquil, but at least it was something less to worry about.

“What were you doing?” he asked. 

She shrugged. “Getting bored, awake with nothing to do, and nothing to read except The Seven-Pointed-Star ” she admitted with a grimace. 

“A delightful read” he joked, chuckling. “I’ve tried to read it to the twins but they get bored. They like stories, though.”

Elia came nearer, settling near him, her head almost on his shoulder. “What stories?” 

“About our past, our ancestors, their dragons, how they conquered the Seven Kingdoms, how they forged the Iron Throne…” 

She giggled. “I hope you tell them the part where Dorne refused to bow to the Targaryens and that’s why there aren’t dornish swords on the Iron Throne” 

His tongue snapped lightly in his mouth. “I may have neglected that part…” he admitted with a laugh, “but Jaehaera asks me to tell her the tale of Nymeria every time she is sick. She has asked to learn how to use the sword“

She smiled. “Would you teach her?” 

He nodded. “Of course I would. I’ve already commissioned a sword to give her for her name day” 

“It’s very sweet of you” she admitted. 

“I’ve always thought that when I would have had children, I wouldn’t have made any differences about them. Sons, daughters…they all should have the same possibilities” 

That was sweet, other than absolutely right to say. Yet she felt like she wanted to sink into the ground and never came up again.

Here's what you’re taking away from him. 

Go to your prince and tell him that he’ll never have an heir, that he’ll never give his family name to a child, that he’ll never put a dragon egg on his child's cradle, that he’ll never see his heirs play with his nephews… Tell him that and you’ll lose him forever.

“Do you… do you really want children?” she asked, tentatively. 

He shrugged, he had finally closed his eye but was still clearly awake. “It’s not that I have other choices. It’s my duty, I have to make our bloodline continue. But… after all that’s been, I don’t really know if I could be a good father. I think about it sometimes…”

Elia had to bite his lips not to let tears drop down her face. She raised a hand and put it on his cheek, slowly caressing his cheekbones. 

“You would make a wonderful father,” she told him, while her fingertips were starting to move in circles around his jaw until he relaxed. 

He sighed, drowsy and almost peaceful when he spoke. “Gods, I love you when you do that” 

She flinched. “You mean you love it ?” 

But he didn’t reply, finally asleep, finally resting. 

She took a blanket from her bed and put it on him, before sitting next to him and nestling on his shoulder. Falling asleep instantly. 

#aemond targaryen fanfic #aemond targaryen #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen x you #house of the dragon fanfic

[sevicia]

One time my friends were talking about relationships and all that cause at the time three of them had boyfriends and the other one had a crush on someone and then one of them says to me "I can't imagine you ever dating someone tho" and they all agreed and I wanted to scream and cry and be like what do you MEAN by that⁉️

But I know they didn't say it to insult me or anything like that, cause when my friend first said it she said it so naturally like she didn't even have to think abt it at all.

And it HURTSSS cause like OK called ugly at school, fake-confessed to, people gagged when someone implied they liked me ETC like we know this, but the statement "I can't imagine you in a relationship" is WILD cause none of my friends have ever implied that they think I'm ugly or anything like that.

Like I think about it sometimes and I'm pretty sure it's not even malicious it's just like. I am such a non-candidate when it comes to dating that the IDEA of me dating someone is alien to most if not all people in my life. And the worst part is that I GET why.

It's not even a matter of looks or personality anymore cause I can hate myself all I want but truth is people DO love me and stay by my side because they enjoy my company. Like some people are into funny-looking guys or quiet guys or whatever the fuck but when I think of someone being into me it's like I cannot picture it at all.

It's different from daydreams because in those I am literally a different person LOL so trying to like, insert ME into the fantasy breaks it like wait..... it doesn't make sense anymore......

#I don't knoww how to explain it which is the worst part #but I think that it's understandable what I mean??? #like I have NO appeal of any kind whatsoever #shit's crazy #diary

[hyper-pie]

Different

Dustin Henderson x FEM!reader w ADHD and GAD

reader is the same age as Dustin

Ler: Dustin

Lee: reader

Warnings: Cussing, light tickles, Gentle teasing, mentions of being overwhelmed and confused, hurt comfort, angst a little bit, kissing, nicknames

length: long

AN: Self indulgent fic cause well i need this rn i love this man... the only man i would ever date. Also please be nice I know it is not the best but I tried

Ok lets get one thing straight, today sucked, and yesterday did too, and the day before yesterday... okay.... life sucks and all you could do is curl up listening to "you spin me right round" by dead or alive while crying yourself to sleep, your thoughts and worries tangling up stopping you from doing what was important. Your lack of concentration and worry were getting far too out of hand and you didn't know what to do.

The next day you couldn't take it anymore, the stress, anxiety and overthinking caused you to get intense with your friends and your boyfriend.

A few hours earlier.....

At lunch at the hellfire table

You are just sitting there eating your sandwich then realized that you have a assignment due the next day and you are late. The dark expression on your face was noticed by Dustin, the person who knows you best. still you were scared... this meant you had to cancel and you were terrified. Your leg began to vibrate, voice cracking as you spoke. "Uhm I-I-I cant make it to hellfire tonight..... I- have homework.." Your said with anxiety clearly in your voice. Everyone stared at you like you were insane accept Dustin who moved to rub your back "guys it isnt a big deal school is more important than some adventure game anyway her missing one session isnt a big deal"

the others arguments against Dustin's statements was what broke you. with Eddie sick you were his replacement dm and with school, anxiety, worry, feeling different, stress, homework and chores it was too fucking much,. "The session is cancelled and if you have a problem with that CONSULT WITH MY FUCKING NON EXISTANT THERAPIST!" You say raising your voice tears in your eyes. Dustin's face filled with worry and care everyone else seemed mad. The feeling set in and all you did was run you ran as fast as you can home to your confused but accepting mother.

A few hours later

You had just finished the last of your homework tears in you're eyes 'You spin me right round' by dead or alive playing threw your walkman when you hear a distant knock,with your mom out of the house,, you were quite paranoid so taking nervous footsteps you make your way to the door floor creaking under your feet nerves gaining, devouring you whole. When opening the door you find your boyfriend with a worried look on his face plushy in hand. Seeing the scared anxious lost look on your face told him everything he needed to know. "D-Dustin... I-i I am sorry I never meant to blow up at you guys they were just being asswholes and I felt worse and I feel so different I hate myself I am ugly I am Stu-" you were unable to Finnish your sentence as you were scooped up and carried outside with your bag and all stuff you may need. You said nothing, it was the plan for you to stay at the Henderson house when your mom was out of town.

On the walk any attempt at a word was quickly shushed in a soft gentle tone. Dustin reached up and ran his fingers through your hair even when you got to his house he was still holding you stroking his fingers through your hair making you melt.

he kept you there for a while before cradling you in his arms placing a sweet kiss at the top of you're head. "You wanna talk about whats been bothering you muffin?"

The air became thin as you tensed up your posture "hey hey hey You are okay. you are safe in my arms okay? " he says seeming serious and truthful. You nod and looked at him "I guess i feel d-different.......... and i feel like i am gonna fail at life... everyone looks at me... i feel so pathetic all the time and i am genuinely anxious almost all the time. i had a late assignment and i needed time to do it... i got it done and here we are" you ramble out worried you sounded stupid Dustin's expression didn't change as he kissed you're nose "well lucky for you you have a boyfriend who knows the secret ingredient that always makes you happy!'' he exclaims in a soft sweet tone "hm?... what would- theheeep! duhuhustin" you squeek quietly feeling gentle fingers tease your skin with light brutely slow strokes pulling snorts out of you like no tommorow. "yes muffin? did you need somthing?" he said suddenly moving to your tummy tracing his nails up and down every so gently pulling heavy soft giggles from your lips your face a slight shade of red "awwwwwh your face is all red! how precious" he teased turning you even redder, slowly moving from sides to tummy to sides to tummy slight teases being fired at certain times when the times were right. After a while he noticed that you had almost had enough but he knew he needed to do one thing before hand. he then stopped his teasy fingers targeting your midddle to move up and trace feather light shapes on your neck causing you to squeele softly scrunching up your shoulders him then ending his gentle attack by placing a gentle kiss on your tummy. pulling you close going back to stroking your hair. "You may be slightly different but that is a good thing muffin it would get boring if we were all copy's of each other.."

" Also They were being asswholes they deserved that alright?" he said reassuringly you nodded resting your head on his chest him stroking your hair making you feel like the luckiest girl in you world "I love you Y/N.." he says softly

"I love you too dustin"

#will stranger things #tickle community #sfw tickling community #stranger things tickle #stranger things season 4 #stranger things fic #comfort tickles #stranger things 4 #dustin stranger things #dustin x reader #dustin henderson imagine #dustin henderson #dustin henderson x reader #lee reader #ler!dustin #lee!reader #tickle fic #stranger things