#the noises I’m making right now FUCK I think I just discovered a new decibel

[yeetlegay]

WHO THE FUCK PUT JEFF SATUR IN OVERALLS

#the noises I’m making right now FUCK I think I just discovered a new decibel #crying throwing up shedding my skin I can’t do this LOOK AT HIS T I T S #HIS A R M S #jeff satur #kinnporsche #OH GOD AND THE FUCKING CHOKER I’M FOAMING AT THE MOUTH

[yinses]

he reminds your ex who you belong to

gojo satoru ft. f! reader + exhibition ( technically phone sex ¿) + some hair pulling + unprotected sex  wc: 2.3k

a/n: trying to get better with my tagging. i realize the community has it’s own sensitivities and i often fall short on that thought. i still owe some prompts and a few other asks but this has been siting in my drafts for a few weeks and i finally finished it up. 

it never fails to come as an interruption in your life, the shrill call of your phone blaring at inopportune times. each one conveniently impeding on time with gojo.  

your boyfriend of four months would give you that tight smile, blue eyes swimming with annoyance, but never concern. because not once did you pick up the call, always reaching out blindly to silence it without even acknowledging the accompanying messages. 

the number changes, but you learned not to accept any call from one you didn’t recognize. important communications were typically followed by voicemail and that was how you dealt with that. but the duration was becoming more tedious than either of you imagined, reaching above the white noise decibel it had been reduced to. 

“maybe i should just change my number, “ you suggest forlornly. it would ensure that he had no way to contact you freely, but it would also force you to reestablish connections with all your friends and family. it seemed like an extreme measure but when push came to shove. 

only a few moments pass before the phone picks up again, hammering down the final nail in your resolve. 

“i think you should answer.”

gojo’s unexpected intervention comes from the edge of the bed where he flips the said phone carefully from one palm to the next. his fingers brush past the two blinking options just short of selecting. 

you shift from foot to foot, not sure how to accept that response. gojo was as irritated as you were but you didn’t expect him to cave first. 

frowning, you shake your head. “i’m not so sure that’s a good idea.”

“why not?” his gaze sweeps over your face, somewhat amused by your discomfort. there is a swirl of mischief alight in those bright blue eyes.  “apparently he needs a little more than a simple no.”

he holds out the device, voice taunting but firm.

“if you don’t answer you’ll miss the call.”

as if there wouldn't be a dozen more to follow. 

your mouth feels dry, hand heavy with the weight of decision. it wasn’t as though you couldn't deal with the situation, so much as if you were prepared to. ignoring had been the more appealing option over confrontation but perhaps it had been your hesitation that had been the problem all along. ultimately your thumb taps to accept the call. 

“hello?”

‘baby, i’ve been trying to reach you for ages.’

the bed creaks but you’re too focused breathing evenly to notice. you weren’t familiar with the etiquette of many break ups, which was why this one was the hardest. it had been a long love that had followed you into the early years of adulthood before spark began to fizzle out. 

“i just answered to tell you to stop calling. i’ve already blocked your number once.”

the attempt to revive the romance before it all fell apart had been one-sided. he’d been quicker to discover other fish in the sea before you had. it seemed as though in your patience, you’d found something better while he spent his time chasing minnows without satisfaction. 

‘yes, but you didn’t give me the chance to explain. we don’t have to be over.’

you should have seen it coming. 

your shoulders tense at the press of his lips at your neck. gojo had a propensity for creating opportunities out of every little divot in life. he lived the role of a jester but held the mind of a genius. gojo had been kind in biting his lip to bare down on the jealousy simmering down beneath.

he gives you a brief grace period as his slender fingers tap the mute button then his lips return to your ear. “if you want this, get onto the bed and place the phone above your head with the speaker on.”

an immediate protest flies to your lips but doesn’t quite make it to fruition. what he’s suggestion goes beyond sexual barriers you’d set up thus far. gojo had a knack for pushing them and helping you discover new fantasies and hidden pleasures. 

at the first hint of a pout against your throat, you cave. 

so weak for him.

your ex seems none the wiser to the hitch in your voice as you press one knee to the bed, then the other before carefully rolling onto your back. swallowing the waning confidence before it leaks from your body, you seal the deal by placing the phone just above your head after activating the speaker. 

“good girl.” the words come whispered for your benefit as gojo crawls onto the bed. as if his intentions weren’t already clear enough, the prominent hardness in his pants as he slots between your legs is. you can’t help but grow dizzy at the thought of your premeditated actions, all while your thighs tighten around his form. 

his hands warm the shivers from your sides as he slides up your shirt and kisses down your navel. gojo delivers a sharp nip just before muttering a brisk,” unmute.” in reminder. 

the command comes just in time for your expected response though you’re no more prepared to deliver when gojo unbuttons your pants and works them over your hips. 

‘maybe if we could just meet somewhere?’

the sincerity coupled with your actions makes it all feel more one-sided with you playing the role of the villain. he’d been an ass, yes, but surely he didn’t deserve this. 

right?

“it doesn’t matter, were-mmph.” no part of you expected gojo to play this fairly. you choke on the response when his tongue licks a firm swipe against the fabric of your panties. 

‘what does not matter? speak to me. lets talk this out.”

funny how he chose now of all times to acknowledge the issues you had and attempted to resolve in the past. 

gojo words feel condescending as he mimics what’s heard against your cunt. there was no doubt in your mind that he’d completely written off your ex from the beginning. the same confidence from your first date dripped from his touch as he worked down the fabric from your hips. 

not once did he promise to watch his volume as he sloppily wets his fingers. he’s is ruthless as he plunged in two in on the first thrust, palm curling up to rub friction against your clit. any other time you would have revealed in his ability to make you come apart so easily, now you were more embarrassed by how much easier you felt. 

‘is this a bad time? you seem distracted.’

every time was a bad time. that was the point. 

gojo’s tongue wet the inside of your thigh, “don’t let him hang up. you want this to be his last call, remember.”

at this rate he was going to make this your last waking moment. 

somewhere between a squeak and a whimper, you managed to form words against the friction of gojo’s touch sliding in and out. “no, let’s just-i- yeah, no, we should talk it out now. i’m tired of going back and forth.”

the line pauses briefly. and you almost hope for a second he reaches clarity and saves you from the embarrassment. ‘alright then. are you really not willing to give it another shot?’

your groan of arousal is disguised by disappointment but the opposite warms gojo’s breath against your damp skin. “i didn’t realize you were dating such an idiot. how can he be so dense.” his lips smack, shiny with your stimulation.” you must just really have a thing for pretty faces, willing to look past so much.”

you were willing to look past his deviousness right now, ready to let him desecrate you over the phone like this.

“you’re pretty, toru.” you try to jab but are countered with the addition of a third finger as he starts a relently pace. the sounds are so dirty, reckless suckling sounds that had to carry. gojo made sure of it as he twisted his wrist in retaliation over every shift of your hips. 

“i am much prettier than they guy. much better at a lot,” he enunciates sharp smack to your thigh. 

then he curls just right and you turn for face into the phone and keen.

‘seriously what is going on you sound- strained.’

gojo’s chuckle vibrates within you. “poor guys don't even know what you sound like on the verge of an orgasm.”

your voice is impossibly hoarse and not very convincing as you choke out,” i’m fine. n-no look … i only answered because i wanted us to-fuck-no sorry.” gojo wasn’t making this easy. “- wanted us to reach some closure and move on.”

gojo pulls out just short of your building orgasm and you gasp breathy at the loss. 

‘we were together for two years. surely that amounts to more than just moving on.’

it did. way back when the unexpected break up had torn your hearts to shreds. the misunderstanding and lost connections had eaten you out from the inside. left you failing in the unknowns of what you did wrong and why he wanted to slow down your progress.

now it all seems insignificant in comparison the sight of your current boyfriend slowly fisting his cock. 

‘you wanted to use the break to decide if you were ready for a future together and i think we both realized that we weren't-”

gojo had chosen the right moment to intervene in your life and the moment at the head of his cock pushes through the first ring. he follows through in one motion, filling you to hilt as his hand reaches up to fist the short of your hair. 

‘baby, no one knows you like i do.’

the sharp sting of his fist clenching as he hips rock back is the last warning you get before he slams back in. there was more to the familiar precision as he ruts into you. gojo was the better man, but even he felt short to the green-eyed-monster. 

he was relentless with his pace, fucking into you harder with each new whimper you give up. your consciousness is a fleeting cloud, wafting high out of your reach as your mouth opens up to sharp cries. 

‘are you working out right now? your words sound broken.’

gojo’s hand presses into the curve of your back as he leaves over you. “fuck, you should just tell him. get this over with. let him know that you belong to someone else now. someone who is currently fucking you better than he ever could.”

your protests mirror your resolve and you can already feel your lips forming those exact words before you catch yourself. “i-i cant.” that was too much, right?

gojo didn’t seem to think so. he suddenly pulled out just enough to turn you over, hand still holding your hair hostage as he pushed your face into the mattress effectively ruining your ability to speak properly. 

“tell him, or i will. and i’ll add in every dirty little thing we’ve done leading up to this moment. you don’t belong to him anymore and he should know it. properly.”

‘hey, should i just come over?’ comes that voice again, a constant glutton for punishment.

“no!” you cry out. “i-we can’t- i’m.”

gojo decides to help you out. no longer willing to be a spectator as if he could be called such. “fuck, baby. make those pretty noises for me.”

‘is that someone else? are you with someone right now.’

gojo snatches up the opportunity, hand curling around the phone to place it against the tacky sweat accumulating against the skin between your shoulder blades. you can feel it teetering with each jerk of your body. 

“yeah, she is. apparently she needs help getting her point across. if she wants to contact you  she will do so on her terms. “ he huffs peevishly,“ until then fuck off or you can listen to me fuck her doesn’t matter to me.”

his commanding tone shouldn’t sound so hot. you can’t help but moan as he hits that spot just right. 

a high pitched ‘what the fuck’ grates unpleasantly against the mood you’re so desperate to build to its peak. 

“i take it back, hearing you screech is going to make me go soft. don’t call again.”

‘wait don’t-’ his protest comes a moment too late for gojo’s waning patient as he abruptly cuts off the call and flings the phone somewhere above your head. 

“I imagined that going much smoother in my head,” grunts as he picks up the pace.

your mouth falls open but nothing comes out. you’re unable to blink past the flood of light as you melt into the roll of his hips. there is nothing left for you to do but squeeze around him as you absorb each thrust. 

“i don’t know what i was expecting thinking you could form coherent sentences when i fuck you stupid like this.” his voice is markedly softer now, still agitated but gentler in his touch as he loosens his grip. your head turns without instruction, eagerly catching his mouth in a sloppy kiss. 

the tell tale tremble shudders from one end to the next as you dig your knees into the mattress and gyrate your hips. the angle rewards you with an opportunity to ride his cock straight into nirvana. gojo comes to shatter the already broken cry of release by manipulating speed and precision while you chant his name all the way over the edge. 

his breath comes in short rasps as he follows you over, body drawn up taut as his orgasm washes over.  

gojo’s weight is unforgiving, but thankfully brief when he collapses on top of you before rolling onto his side. he gathers you into his arms and rolls you in against his chest. his fingers chase yours and he brings them to his lips to kiss each one. 

“maybe you should have just gone with your idea and changed numbers.”

somehow you find the air to laugh as your head falls back against his sweaty shoulder. he shares your humor, smile sharp with a new prospect.

“or perhaps we can try again? maybe repeated exposure will do the trick.”

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

[ticklikeabomb]

Birth in Reverse - Part 7

Pairing : Plus Size Reader (Y/N & twin sister Nadia) x Avengers ; Y/N x Bucky ; Nadia x Thor

Warnings : Language; Self-harm (kinda) (DO NOT READ THIS IF IT TRIGGERS YOU) ; PTSD ; Lost of Identity ; sadness 

Word Count : 2.3K

Disclaimer : I do not own Marvel nor their concept/story nor their characters. This is only for entertainment purposes. 

Nadia was making her way down to the quinjet, when a clear light shone at the end of one of the corners. Taking the gun out of the holster, she carefully walked to the door and slightly opened it. What she discovered made her body freeze on the spot and her blood boil ; an improvised medical room, with machines plugged at every square, patients laying on tables, lifeless. Every patient had something in common : they were twins. You and Nadia may have been the firsts but clearly not the lasts. Taking in the appearance of the patients/victims, her hands began to shake and rage inflaming her lungs. All of those people dead in vain.  "Nadia?", a whisper came from the door but the only thing she was able to hear was the buzzing of the machines, the horrible memories overflowing her senses. She had one last mission to do for the day, destroy this hell. Letting go off her rage, she began punching the machines with her bare hands, screams burning her throat while tearing the place down. "Nadia, no. Stop", Steve's voice echoed through the room which fueled her rage even more. Bucky stopped his best friend from reaching out to you, knowing she/you needed this. The rage took a turn when the room began to burn. "Nadia, we need to leave", whispered Thor sweetly a few feet from where she stood. His calm voice and posture convinced her in leaving the building. 

The way back to the compound was silent, tension floating over everyone's shoulders. They saw her sit at the far end of the jet, her lifeless gaze plastered in front of her, her bleeding hands calmly on her lap. For a stranger her posture and attitude could be referred as the calm after the storm but the Avengers knew better, each one of them having to deal with their own demons; she was broken, lost in the abyss of her own past, her own rage, knowing there would never be a going back, trapped in a body that wasn't hers, sharing a soul with the person she trusted the most before it all went to hell. The jet landed after what seemed to be hours. Each one of the Avengers gathered their belongings and began to exit the plane, all except Nadia. Sitting at the same position since the beginning of the flight. "Nadia? We're home", whispered Wanda. Her gaze left their initial direction to lock with the Scarlet Witch ones. "There's no such thing as home", were her words, said with so much pain and conviction before standing up and leaving a devastated Wanda behind. She could feel her pain and it was crushing her heart. 

Numbness she made her way automatically to the gym to the punching bag. She needed to feel again, feel in order to let her know that she was real, that she's not some puppet being controlled by a false illusion. She was desperate to feel even if that feeling was pain. She began hitting the bag, the item representing her 'salvation'. Right, left, right left, up, down and the procedure all over again ; every hit harder until she couldn't feel her hands anymore. The only noises being heard in the room was her deep breaths. Silent tears who if they could would elevate in decibels sliding down her cheeks. A hand touched her shoulder and her she stopped, her whole body freezing in place. Turning around she saw Thor. His eyes tainted with pain, devastation but also hope. Hope that he could bring her back, make her feel alive again. No words were exchanged but they communicated through their eyes. Not taking it anymore she fell in a thud on his arms, crying out loud, while he hugged her tightly letting her know he was there to support her. Always. They stayed like that for a good amount of time : her not ready to let go and him ready follow her wish. "I'm sorry", he whispered on the crock of her neck. "For what?", she replied after a while. "I'm sorry you had to go through all of that. For what they made to you." Stepping back to look at him, she implored, "Please don't pity me." 

A small smile crossed his features and he responded, "I've there is on thing that I don't feel about you is pity Lady Nadia. At the contrary, you're one of the strongest women who ever came across my path. Nothing would make me more happy than to call you my Queen someday." Goosebumps crossed her skin, an unknown feeling burning inside her, a good feeling. A promise. "Everything will be alright", commented Thor like he was able to read her mind. "You are the best thing that will happen to me. I know it since I saw you through Y/N's eyes", you confessed truthfully, making him smile brightly. He gently took one of your hands in his and lead you to the medical bay. 

 After Dr Cho patched her up, the mission briefing was on the platter. Not that she was looking forward to it but with Thor by her side she didn't feel so alone. He sat down next to her, Bucky's gaze scrutinizing the pair, his heart aching for Y/N. The team went over the mission with Fury, the man in charge before their eyes turned your way. "Care to explain Miss Y/N?", asked Fury. "I'm Nadia", she simply replied and he gasped a small 'Oh'. "Well Miss Nadia, what happened?" You explained him your side of the story and he nodded. "I admit it wasn't probably the best initiative. You're part of a team now and as a team there can't be loopholes. Communication is key. If there is no communication there is no team if there is no team, than chaos will take over", he explained. "It won't happen again", you told him. "I was informed of your potential reverse of… personality and the best we could do right now is if you have weekly meetings with a specialist. Someone to help you deal with what's going on between you and your sister." "I'm not seeing a shrink !", you counterattacked. "I'm just thinking that -", "I don't care what you think. I'm an ex-Hydra member. It was always kill or get killed, no emotions, no doubts allowed and certainly no asking for help. It's deal with it or die. So no, I'm not seeing a judgmental wannabe friend and talk about what I'm feeling about. I'm perfectly fine", Nadia's voice exclaimed firmly. 

Fury nodded again and stood up but before leaving the room, he turned towards her "Your hands and your eyes say otherwise." She clenched her jaw in anger, knowing she was exposed, vulnerable. Standing up, she made her way out to her room in need for some alone time. Falling on her bed with a long sigh she reached out to Y/N. "You're extremely quiet. What no 'oh Nadia don't. 'Nadia you're the worst, you shouldn't mess with my body.'" But you didn't respond. "Hmm giving me the silent treatment, I see. Fine as you wish." 

The next few days went the same :  Nadia would only make an appearance during dinner times, rushing them because she knew they were slightly uncomfortable with her around, except for Thor and Wanda. She would also spent her time at the gym or on the roof, meditating. During those days she would try to talk to you but again no response and it was beginning to scare her off. It was Friday and she was arriving on the living room when the elevator dinged and Pepper got out of it. Both women tensed and Nadia made the choice to leave when Pepper called after her, "Wait. … Ehm Tony told me everything about you and your sister. How we're related." "Of course he did", replied Nadia. "Don't be mad at him. I saw that something was bothering him and threatened to break that hideous Iron Man poster that he keeps for years if he refused to tell me." You chuckled at her and she joined you, a small smile making it way on her face. "He must really like that poster then", you commented and she rolled her eyes. 

"Don't get me started. Years back when he got it, he sold the art collection I spend weeks putting together and donated it. He called that awful poster 'Art'. Can you believe?", she exclaimed dramatically while widening her eyes. "I surely can", you laughed and so did Pepper. "Are you busy right now?", she asked and you tried to come up with an excuse but was cut by her, "I was just gonna leave some papers but after that I have to go on a shopping spree, look for a dress for a fundraiser. I could use some advice." "Oh, I don't think I'm the best choice for that task, I-" "I could really use some help and I have Tony's credit card", she wiggled her eyebrows. Even though she was still hesitant, Nadia finally agreed to come with her. 

Happy dropped you on what seemed like one of New York's fancy streets with the luxury stores ornamenting it. You followed Pepper's lead without letting your guard down and both of you ended in one of the stores. As soon as you stepped inside, one of the saleswomen approached Pepper and asked her if she needed any help. You rolled your eyes and thought 'We just fucking entered'. "No thank you, I've got all the help in need right here", replied Pepper politely. The saleswoman nodded with a tight smile, looking at you up and down arrogantly, indicating you how you were out of place. You smirked and discreetly showed her one of your knives and her eyes widened, walking at the far end of the store as far as possible from you. Pepper looked at you with a raised eyebrow  and you shrugged, "What?" Shaking her head, she motioned you to the dress section and began going through the dresses. While Pepper was searching for dresses, Nadia stood by her side, her hands in her pockets and laughter caught her attention. "Mom I think I just found it. What do you think?", joyfully exclaimed a teenager. "Oh honey it looks lovely. You gonna be the prettiest girl on prom night." 

A pang of pain cursed through her heart, seeing a type of interaction she would never have. The type of life that was stolen from her and Y/N. Feeling the tears gather on her eyes, she excused herself and went outside to take some fresh air. "Come on man, it's not the time, not the place to show weakness Nadia", she repeated. "Are you ok?", asked Pepper worried. "Yeah I'm good, I'm good", her voice broke slightly. "Have you found something you like?", she asked her aunt. "Nah. Come on let's go check some other stores", she replied and grabbed Nadia's arm affectionally. The ex-Hydra member tensed for a second before relaxing on the unfamiliar gesture. 

A second store later and she still hadn't found the pearl she was looking for. "A third is a lucky charm right?", exclaimed Pepper. You entered the third store and looked around. After a while, the saleswoman approached you. "Welcome. I'm Maria, if you need anything just let me know", she greeted both of you without pushing to far and you liked her vibe. "We're looking for some dresses for a fundraiser", said Pepper. "Alright I'm going to take a look and let you know if I find something appropriated. I just need your sizes." Pepper gave out her size and the woman looked at you. "Oh no I'm just moral support here", replied Nadia. "You should try something out too", commented Pepper. Nadia shook her head and exclaimed, "Nah besides I don't really think they have my size in here. And we're here for you not for me." The saleswoman quickly interfered with a smile, "Dear we have all the sizes you need. Here let me try and find something for you and if you don't like it it's ok. You can just try it for fun." Hesitant but pushed by Pepper, Nadia agreed and exclaimed "For fun then." 

The woman quickly gathered some dresses for you both and send you to the changing rooms. 'This is ridiculous', thought the ex-assassin. "You ready? 1, 2, 3", said Pepper and you both got out of the rooms with dresses on. Pepper's was a creamy orange tone, reminding the color of the sunset while the twin's was purple. "It looks good on you but I tap strict", Nadia told her aunt sincerely. "I agree. You're looks amazing it's the color of your suit." You changed clothes and did the fashion show all over again but this time, she was wearing an emerald colored dress and Nadia's was dark red. "I think we have a lucky winner", exclaimed Pep happily. "I agree." 

The moment came to pay and Pepper insisted for her to take the dress but Nadia refused. Not wanting to argue with her, Pep led it slide and you made your way outside. "Oh I forgot something in the changing room I'll be right back", she mentioned. A minute later she came out with her sunglasses in hand. "Shall we?" "We shall" and Happy drove you back to the compound. When you arrived Pepper walked towards Tony, who was in the living room with the others and greeted him. Nadia was making her way to her room when Pepper reached out to her and hugged her. "Thank you for today, it's was nice. We should do it more often." Trapped in her arms like a dear, Nadia slowly tapped on her back to 'reciprocate' the friendly gesture but feeling awkward. "Sure", she replied faintly. Maybe there was hope, maybe her life was just the beginning. Nadia tried to reach out to you but you still didn't reply and Nadia had a bad feeling creeping over her being. 

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[ael-xander]

The Darkening and the Lightening

Chapter Twenty-two

Training Room Sanctum

Ael watched some of the more accomplished students working with Stephen and Wong before she went to the separate room, cueing up the system. “Computer, program 843, intermediate, protocols Wolverine, Kurt, Winter Soldier. Execute.” She slid out her sword, a dagger in her right hand, which hid behind a magical shield.

Cueing up her music, Ael swung out as the first set of bots came at her. Ducking, she slammed into the first two with her sword, then whirled, throwing the dagger, taking down a third while using the shield to block magic bolts coming from the bots. A scraping noise was the only sound she heard below the music as a warning as she slid across the ground, rolling out of the way as one of bots leaped at her, its claws extended. Jumping back, she blocked the claws with her sword, dropping the shield and calling forth her magic in the palm of her hand with a series of quick movements. Without looking to her side, she threw the ball of energy at the four bots rushing her side. 

A low sound had Ael shifting her weight and she swung her sword, as bots appeared out of nowhere, surrounding her. Taking a quick look, Ael called up the power into her sword, then let loose the magic, channeling it through the sword as it struck one bot, then jumped to the next as she pushed through as the others rushed towards her. “Fuck! Better, Ael, think,” she growled, pulling up a shield as she called her dagger to her, using it to dispatch a bot that phased up through the floor. “You know better than this. Do not let this happen. You spent time getting your ass kicked by Logan. Don’t even let him down now.” 

A click was all the warning she got before the gunfire erupted and she pulled up her shielding and broadened it, surrounding her. Pushing forward, she slid her sword in its sheath, then moved her left hand in a series of moves, then released a band of purple that ripped the gun from the bot that sat upon the hill within the exercise. “Fuck it, Bucky. I’m going to kill you for that.” 

Four more sets of bots came out, surrounding her. Ael, breathing heavily, kept circling around, using small bolts of lightning to knock those who got too close to her. Then she noticed the outer circle joining their arms together, forming a cage. Oh hell no! I won’t let this happen again. No!  With concentration, Ael moved her hands above her head, then crossed them in front of her face, then to her shoulders, then out to her chest, then across her hips, then back up to her shoulders where her arms were crossed in an “X” position. Her hands were fisted and begun glowing with a deepening blue power. As the third and the second row of bots finished their circles, they begun to connect to the first row. 

“NO!” Ael unleashed her power, bringing her hands apart in a quick move to her sides, ending in shields as a concussive power rang out from around her to knock over all the bots, shorting them out. Panting, Ael looked around, her world narrowed to the one bot still moving and she threw the shield into it, shutting it down. 

A cough drew her attention. Both Wong and Stephen stood there. The look on Stephen was concern, Wong more serene, yet something behind it was knowledge. “Computer, end exercise, Sorcerer Supreme override two, alpha, gamma, one.” The computer acknowledged the order, shutting the down all the bots, cleaning the room. He approached her, making to stay in her vision. “Ael? Talk to me.” 

Ael, inhaled deeply, trying to catch her breath when a gong sounded, letting them know someone had come to the door of the Sanctum. Wong nodded to Stephen. “I’ll get it.” Ael shook her head, throwing up her hand, slamming the door shut. “No. Don’t move. That’s not right. The sound is off.” Ael stood up, walked over to the wall where they were and placed her hands on it. “Sanctum was warning us.” She closed her eyes, breath slowing as she opened her shields and sank into the sentience of the house.Only then did she see the problem and she flinched as she reassured the Sanctum it would be kept safe. 

She felt warm hands at her back as she sang softly, increasing the defenses of the Sanctum. Defense was easier for her than offense. Healing easier than killing. There was always a price for killing. How many times had Ubhuti told her that she couldn’t think she could outrun her debt to death? No matter how often she healed, helped others, the evil she did under her Gram would always stain her future until it was finally dealt with one day. Knowing both Wong and Stephen supported her, gave her strength to do what needed to be done to protect the Kamar-Taj students visiting and those who lived in New York. 

Weaving the colours of the Sanctum into a brightly coloured braid of power, she wound it around the building and the ground, charging it with the positive energy of the universe, calling upon the energy, the part of her she reserved from everyone. Tapping into her secret, Ael pulled on the secret well of magic within her and shoved it deep within the Sanctum, then fell to the floor. Barely conscious, she gestured to the door. “Safe now. They can’t get through the door, but you can go to the stoop and interact safely.” 

Stephen looked at her and she waved him away. “Go, Stephen. Take Wong with you. I’m fine. I’m just…I used too much. Go. They won’t tolerate waiting much longer before they try to come in.” 

Stephen and Wong raced out the room and Ael pulled herself up. Calling her dagger to her, she sighed. “How can they not sense the anger, the craziness, and the evil done?” Carefully, she stood up and walked to the door. Placing her hand on the door jamb, she communed with the Sanctum. “I won’t let harm come to you. I promise. Not even from me.” 

With that, she headed to the office, knowing that despite all the warning, they invited in a monster. A monster that was invisible to the eye. Carefully, Ael picked up another dagger, this one specially created for her by another. Walking into the office, Stephen turned to her. “This is Mr. Hamilton Hill. He’s asked us for help.” His voice was empty, wondering what set her off. 

“Really?” Ael stepped up and took his proffered hand, trying not to recoil as the other presence attempted to penetrate her psychic shields. “Why do you want us?” 

“There is something I require from the Order. Permit to hunt in the Kathmandu area. There is a legendary animal, the white yak, there that I wish to discover.” The large man looked directly at Ael. She took in the look and never once flinched, seeing another set of eyes look from behind the dark brown eyes. 

Stephen shakes his head. “No. You will not hunt the sacred animal of Tibet. I will not allow it.” 

Hamilton Hill grimaced. “I need the yak. It has the ability to give me what I need. What I deserve, what I want.”

“What does the one who control you want?” Ael slammed her dagger down near Hill’s hand, making the man jump back. “I see you. Come out and talk. Hiding does you no good. I learned to see people like you from my Gram. You suck at it.” 

Laughter issued out at a deeper level, reminding Ael of someone, but she couldn’t think of who. The mannerisms of Hill shifted as did the look of the rounded face, narrowing slightly. “You are correct, Miss Xander. I knew your grandmother at one time. Interesting woman. Taught me a lot.” 

“Gram was many things, interesting was not one of them.” Ael stared at Hamilton Hill, letting her empathy ability out further, then stopped as the man controlling Hill turned to her and shook his head. “Bad, Ms. Xander. Don’t do that. I want to see my son, Reed. You will bring him to me.” 

Ael gasped as she took in flashes of red, flashes of memories, then realized exactly who this man was. “No, I won’t let him see you. Not now, not ever. Not with what I’ve seen.” 

Hill gestured at Stephen, who moved swiftly, his hands at the ready with spells. “You will do as I say or I will destroy him. Your grandmother was quite thorough when it came to those who taught you. Larkspur was just the start, dear child. I will see my son.” 

Ael looked at Stephen, heart racing. “You will not hurt him. If you hurt him, you lose everything. Reed thinks you dead and it’s better for all that you remain that way. You’re a murderer many times over.” 

The man laughed, his timber low and intense. “You have no idea what I’m capable of if I’m denied. Plus, my dear, I have someone who wants to see you very badly. Do you remember Dr. Decibel? He so wants to have a conversation with you again. Says the last one didn’t quite go the way he wanted.” 

Memories, terrors from that night flood Ael. She remembered too well who Dr. Decibel was and what he was capable of doing to her. Worse, she knew exactly what happened the last time they were face to face. Placing her dagger against Hill’s throat, she stepped into Nathaniel Reed’s direct line of vision. “You have no say here. The Sorcerer Supreme isn’t someone you can just easily cast aside.” The sudden fear of the name made her feel happier. “So, Nathaniel, go. Go away. Leave well enough alone.” 

Ael dropped the dagger and walked out of the room, her hands shaking. She shot Stephen a look as he called to her. She looked at Hill then the door. “Take care of him. I will speak to you later. I need to check on Wong.” 

Rushing from the office, Ael headed to the one area she knew Wong would be at this time of day- the meditation room. She only hoped she’d find someone willing to listen. Right now, she felt broken into so many pieces, she wasn’t sure that anything could put this back together. Not even love. 

Prologue     Chapter One:     Chapter Two:      Chapter Three:        Chapter Four:     Chapter Five:     Chapter Six:     Chapter Seven:     Chapter Eight:     Chapter Nine:     Chapter Ten:     Chapter Eleven:    Chapter Twelve:     Chapter Thirteen:   Chapter Fourteen:     Chapter Fifteen:     Chapter Sixteen:    Chapter Seventeen:    Chapter Eighteen:    Chapter Nineteen:     Chapter Twenty:    Chapter Twenty-one:    Chapter Twenty-two  

#fanfic #fantastic four #black panther #dr. strange x original character #dr. strange #dr strange avengers #avengers #mcu #mature #loki #tony stark #peter parker #Wong #the darkening and the lightening

[goblinmin]

t*ip toes through your tulips* namkook

Kiss Meme Drabbles : Namkook : 35. Death Kiss

note: i didn’t sign up for writing angst, so don’t worry about that, this is as soft as anything. namjoon’s a brat. jungkook is tired, but he’s trying his best.

‘This might be your last chance,’ Namjoon is saying –croaking, really, which is all he’s been able to do for the past week now. He’ssitting on the couch in a nest of blankets, one even draped over his head likea woolly veil for extra measure, refusing to part with that infernal cocoon ofhis no matter how high his fever creeps. He’s pouting as he watches Jungkookpack up his books, eyes in full red-rimmed, sickly puppy-dog mode, and if Jungkookwas a lesser man (read: if his phone’s camera wasn’t broken) he’d take a photoof the sight to save as blackmail, maybe go old school and keep tiny a copy inhis wallet.

‘I don’t think it will be, hyung,’ he sighs, shutting downhis laptop to pack that up, too.

‘Jungkook-ah, these could be my final hours,’ Namjoon says,tugging the blanket off his head down around his shoulders instead, leaving himwith a messy, soft brown bird’s nest atop his head. Tufts of hair stick out atthe oddest angles, making him look slightly wild, kind of precious.

Jungkook ducks his head to zip up his bag, doing his bestnot to laugh. ‘D’you want anything while I’m out?’ he asks him. ‘Morepopsicles?’

‘Aren’t you listening?’ Namjoon demands. He’s been crankyall day, very cranky – all week, actually. His head hurts too much to read orwatch TV, his throat hurts too much to comfort eat, the painkillers make himgroggy and the antibiotics make him queasy. He’s been impossible to please andso hard to comfort and very, verywhiny. It’s ranged from adorable to downright annoying, but Jungkook’s feelingsoft right now, post-afternoon-nap with the furnace his boyfriend has become.

‘I’m listening, hyung,’ he says placatingly, getting to hisfeet and hoisting his bag up onto the coffee table. It lands there with anearth-shaking sort of thud and Jungkook groans, thinking he has some idea howAtlas felt when he first faced down the planet he was doomed to carry. ‘I’mvery sympathetic.’

‘No, you’re not.’ Namjoon slumps heavily sideways onto thepillows in a flurry of blanket. His next words come very muffled: ‘I’m fadingfast and you don’t even care.’

Jungkook snorts softly, rounding the coffee table again tosit on the edge closest Namjoon. ‘Fading fast?’ he echoes, dubious, lifting acorner of the top blanket to find his face.

Namjoon’s brow creases, eyes slitting weakly open. ‘Thefastest,’ he confirms.

He’s still flushed dark in his cheeks from the fever, pastyunderneath that, but his forehead isn’t so fiery now when Jungkook pushes hishair out of the way to check with his hand. ‘You feel a lil’ cooler, I think,’he murmurs.

‘That’s the blood pooling in my torso in preparation fordeath,’ Namjoon grumbles.

Jungkook frowns at him, continuing to comb his tangled hairgently back, out of his eyes. ‘Hyung, that doesn’t even sound like a realthing.’

‘I swear it’s a symptom of something,’ he mutters, thoughhis heart isn’t much in it, eyes slipping shut again. It’s a bad thing when KimNamjoon can’t even call to mind his morbid science facts.

‘Right,’ Jungkook murmurs, smirking at him. ‘So, popsicles?’

‘That’s a definite no on the final kiss, then?’ Namjoonasks, and Jungkook snorts quietly, rolling his eyes. He’s been requestingkisses all morning, but every time Jungkook breaks and moves to indulge him,Namjoon decides it’s an awful idea, pushes Jungkook’s face away, curses himselffor being such a selfish human.

Around and around and around.

All morning.

Honestly, he’s lucky he’s cute, Jungkook thinks, or he’dhave moved back to Yoongi’s place days ago.

‘You really want me to get sick, too?’ he asks him, with aknowing look, because they’re both well aware what the answer’s going to be.

Namjoon pouts again, very softly. ‘No,’ he mutters, frowningforlornly at something in the middle distance before his forehead crumplesproper, brows pulling together pitifully. ‘But it’s been days,’ he whines, and he just looks and sounds so damn patheticwith his glassy eyes and his hoarse voice cracking that Jungkook can’t helphimself.

‘I know, hyung,’ he sighs, moving over onto the couch tosettle down next to him again. Namjoon wastes no time curling an arm around hiswaist, shifting up to use his upper arm as a pillow. Jungkook can’t imagine it’sall that comfortable, but Namjoon seems content, even more so when Jungkook turnsto kiss his forehead. ‘You’ve been very brave.’

‘I have,’ Namjoongrumbles, still sounding pouty.

It’s at times like this Jungkook’s reminded how hot he oncethought it’d be to date an older guy – a TA, no less, the brainy-looking post-gradwith all the nice shirts and big glasses, very sophisticated looking dude.Jungkook imagined him poring over thick books in dead languages by day, spendinghis nights holed away in some secret observatory, discovering new planets andshit. He never would’ve expected this, the brainy-looking post-grad with hismany long limbs draped all over Jungkook in faded Ryan pyjamas, fourconsecutive days’ worth of bed hair atop his head, and smelling strongly ofcitron tea. He’s nuzzling into his chest now, too, making these sorry littlesnuffling noises.

Hot.

Sophisticated.

Laughing quietly to himself, Jungkook rubs his back a coupletimes, tightening his grip to pull him in a little closer. ‘The bravest hyung,’he murmurs into his hair, pressing a kiss there.

Namjoon hums contentedly, slipping a hand under Jungkook’sshirt to rest over his stomach. ‘Get me Melona,’ he finally mumbles. ‘And thosecreamy berry ones Jin-hyung brought, but don’t mix them up with the other berryones Tae brought because they were the fucking worst. It was like swallowingacid.’

Jungkook nods to himself as he rattles off the order: ‘Melona,creamy berries, no acid popsicles, got it,’ he says, kissing Namjoon’s crownagain before jostling him a little. ‘You know you gotta get off me before I canleave, right, hyung?’

Namjoon chuckles, a low, flat sound, though Jungkooksupposes it’d be meant to come across as evil if he had the heart for the fulltheatrics. ‘You’re the one who sat back down, Jeon, accept your fate,’ he says,bringing his head up again to rest on the pillow by Jungkook.

‘You looked so pitiful, what was I meant to do?’ Jungkookasks him.

Even with his eyes shut, he managed to glower. ‘I don’t wantyour pity.’

Jungkook grins at him. ‘Yes, you do.’

‘I do,’ Namjoon admits, finally cracking a smile. It’s asmall thing, almost microscopic, but still, it’s the first decent one Jungkook’sseen in a while.

‘I like that,’ he murmurs.

Namjoon’s eyes flicker open again. ‘What?’

Jungkook reaches up to poke at where the shadow of his leftdimple appeared just a moment ago. ‘There was a smile, right here.’

‘Impossible,’ Namjoon scoffs. ‘I’m dying, Kook-ah, didn’t you get the memo? We don’t have time forjoy. You haven’t even written my eulogy.’

Jungkook rolls his eyes. ‘The whole block got the memo, hyung, but that was a smile.’ His own grinwidens as he leans in to land a peck on Namjoon’s fiery cheek. ‘A pretty smile,’ he coos, sickly sweet,enough to rot anything within a 12-mile radius.

Namjoon makes a face, seeming utterly disgusted, butJungkook swears the colour in his cheeks deepens even more. ‘Shut up,’ he groans.

‘No, you shut up,’Jungkook shoots back, reaching up to clap a hand over Namjoon’s mouth when heopens it to say something indignant. ‘Hyung, the doc even said you’re not meanttalking so much.’

‘If I can’t kiss you ortalk to you,’ Namjoon grumbles, tugging Jungkook’s hand away from his mouth, ‘then,what’s the point? Just euthanize mealready.’

And he’s doing it again, the sad eyes, big and glassy andpitiful, and Jungkook couldn’t stop himself if he wanted to, heaving a heavysigh as he hooks a hand under Namjoon’s chin, tips it up and catches his lips. They’rechapped raw from the fever, in no fit state for kissing, but it’s only a smallthing, light and lingering. Still, Namjoon makes this noise low down in hissore throat, like a soft whimper, and Jungkook swears it takes all he’s got notto groan in reply. He’s missed this.He’s missed all that loving exchange of uncontaminated bodily fluids, too, nomatter how much he’s been teasing Namjoon for all his whining.

‘There,’ he murmurs, rubbing his nose gently against Namjoon’sbefore he pulls away.

Namjoon seems to take a moment for himself, eyes still shut,face caught somewhere between pain and reverence, and Jungkook finds it’s amighty struggle not to kiss him again.

‘You’re gonna die,’ Namjoon finally says, opening his eyesagain to glower wearily. ‘Why’d you do that?’

Jungkook quirks up an eyebrow. ‘Because you asked me to?’

‘I wasn’t serious,’Namjoon says, voice rising and cracking painfully again from the stress ofbeing half a decibel above a whisper. Jungkook rubs a sympathetic thumb gentlyover the front of his throat. ‘You knowI wasn’t serious, Kook-ah.’

With a mischievous grin that Namjoon is to sick and slow todecipher before he strikes, Jungkook gets him again, another gentle kiss righton the corner of his mouth before he pulls away fast. He’s off the couch whenNamjoon starts squawking, lifting a cushion to throw, but Jungkook’s quick towag a pointed finger at him.

‘Ah-ah! No talking,’ he says, biting the inside of his cheekwhen Namjoon’s eyes go even wider with indignation. ‘I’m serious, too. And now you’ve had your death kiss, so I’m gonna get outta here before I’m late.’

Namjoon slumps into the couch again, hugging the pillow tohis chest instead, looking huffy, but Jungkook knows. He seems brighteralready, eyes not quite as flat as they were, that pout to tense, almost as ifhe’s holding it against a smile. He keeps up the act the whole time Jungkook’sgetting his jacket on and hitching the backpack to end all backpacks up ontohis shoulders.

He stops on his way past to drop another kiss on Namjoon’sforehead. ‘Don’t kick it before I get back, okay?’ he murmurs, smiling at theway Namjoon’s lips twitch – he’s the worst at pretending to be mad. ‘Try tosleep more, hyung. Text me if there’s anything else you want.’

Namjoon is dutifully silent, nodding once, curt, but asJungkook’s nearing the door, he feels the heavy thud of a cushion hitting theback of his head. For such a klutz, a cranky Kim Namjoon really does haveincredible aim when it comes to throwing shit at his devoted boyfriend.

it’s like 3am, i just wanted to post this, so i’m rly prayin there were no obvious mistakes or holes, lmao. i hope you liked this~

#namkook #kookiemonster #bts fanfic #.kiss meme #.fic #parks-jimins

[distraction-pieces-blog1]

To Whom It May Concern,

I don’t know

really…

is all I do know that I don’t… And I won’t… just let go til I can float the terms with the worms in the skull. No hope, flicker out with no fear and no reproach

Mesmerizing me it takes control Of us Squirming with each touch Nervous. I clutch til I bust

Raw I’ve been balancing terror on a see saw just want you to see what I saw that’s all

I’m a legion of extra “ordinary” souls extracting light that enfolds bipolar totem poles as it grows ancestral nodes Of struggle Where I snuggle

With all the pain inside this bubble where funny thoughts huddle Gravitates the echo with bass and treble from jazz to heavy metal. like Hansel and Gretel seeking to settle in candy houses that eventually crumble.

But chaos is what it is though.

And I’m still learning to let go. the ultimate treason betrays all meaning

My heart beating through my brain bleeding, dreaming like ripples in rain, teething on the monolith insane this game is trained not to change and that’s why it’s so hard to leave home and to cope I wrote you this poem.

I used to pray to God to show me a path. a billion roads appeared and I suck at math. but I took all the roads less traveled by Is what I decided in the aftermath, of this riff raff energetic mind craft, clicking on the least ambiguous ones that attracts keeping me coming back

Me da igual All’s predictable, It’s like I never left home but I miss it though

Know your Nostalgia

Luke I’m your father, your mother, and your blotter

light side dark side it’s all just a ride I separate yours from mine my mind’s safe in the harbor covered in armor so I choose what to lose these loose screws slack the noose this abuse is obtuse and at times I’m confused but I always find my way back home to you so get real what’s the truth sometimes, it’s like…what’s the use? I’d rather repress the abuse. make it old news where the lie becomes the truth

Floating on top of hope decibel increasing in each note trying to cope by writing this note Sink, choke, or float in muddy waters. Gotham blues got the sadness ohms in a bathtub lukewarm madness and then Cliff poked holes in the magic and it’s tragic but it happened.

Apparitions appear in superstition my parents and culture taught me the mission tradition

But my depths searched for fission preferring summer to seasons for silly reasons from fall to winter, anticipating when spring comes.

Nostalgic envy for a prenatal song goes unnoticed til I look back and it’s gone

Diabolic with the logic he circumvents her circuits with half-life in buckets, long lived fuck its.

my mind’s full of Muppets and the world’s full of puppets,

my hearts on my sleeve go ahead I want you to touch it.

I’m so sorry Eurydice! my Belle Rave …I just wanted to see I’m addicted to doubt it leaves a taste in my mouth

So now when I speak all this grit just jump out Grinding jaws in my sleep all my teeth falling out.

I mount my steed onward into foggy delta night Many things uncertain…but it’s dark and its quiet Trying to find the brakes Trying to find what it takes

I laugh and pretend I’m alright

carpe diem ……. I guess

I mean what else? I digress, my life’s a mess but I confess

I used to be depressed, but considering the outcome I must have been blessed Laughing my way back to who would have guessed? I used to be vexed but now I’m just fucking perplexed (and fucking is just a word I use to amplify what comes next)

no reason to fight because no reason to find lost my soul in the starry divine

Battery Acid leaking down a crooked spine

I follow the light…dial tone trailing behind

Uncertainty is certainly not tidy But luck be a lady She’s a maybe A might be a mighty tight likely.

Breeze through the cracks, it shivers and cracks! Organs quiver light refracts tissue glands frizzle, collapse! Shapeshifting pixels and crafts!

I AM OZMA welcome to fear and loathing in OZ.  discovered solipsism with no applause, I pause… long enough to feel this odd.

My head nods on a lightning rod someday they’ll say death sawed this tree from the sod and my ashes will become the new manuscript for war and peace that no one will read damn.  I should have planted a seed.

Post-apocalypse we live inside virtual tombs. Searching for that peace we left behind in the womb. The scholastic book thugs work in teams. Ignorantly weaving them dreams within dreams. Meme processing mental masturbating fiends. Generation X, generating X equals why?

shrug it, whatever, fuck it, ignore it so clever …it’s an endless endeavor you forever and ever. forever ever? forever ever? forever ever.

Our minds schism in this black hole. See myself everywhere but in mask though Want to rip it off and look you in the mind’s eye. But the truth is best told slant less ye go blind

lost rhythm lost rhyme

Lost my mind In the sands of time

so, when I die please be kind …and don’t rewind.

I’m trembling and that’s fine.  I’m trembling and that’s fine.

All my friends fast forward hand on the mouse Scrolling clicking like hold up…let me update my tombstone

Life’s a drag and I take a puff…to find no amount of time will ever be considered enough.

And time is an illusion, I know that right now, here is how… No tracing the dial, Dumbo, measurements irrelevant just ask the dancing elephants misunderstanding the patterns of insignificant stimulus signifying limits from limitless until we’re all clutched up strung out hung up on silly myths

There’s no parameter, only drifting drops, caught in a web of clocks. Its feeding time…Calypso gonna eat you up. And the more you fight it the more you get stuck. Don’t get star struck on the mind fuck, just grow up

I make mistakes because I make mistakes And fell in love between the shakes I maintain the eternal flame But that flame don’t maintain my name. Most people never see it Raw But all roads lead to Awe for All Not Us or Them or You and Y’all

The fear and trembling along the way. Anxious ambiguous patience. Where do I put my hands? Now my emotions need a chemical facelift.

Like standing on stage, naked public embarrassment, forgetting my lines…

Silence.

Crash into a road block

Feeling chest clog

tight squeeze

Got a grip on my light

Tour my mind through eternal night PTSD living in the fight or flight.

Sky opens so wide step through and died. Earth trembles back alive! Screaming this Is not my life! This is not mine!

Unable to live life on life’s terms. I’m a microscopic god…made of worms.

You think you reach the end but the end’s a repeating trend. Spiraling into reflexed madness sadness a laughter a passion.

Just what did you come here for? Asked the bouncer at the door.

Alice get a grip, beware the coup infected mushrooms in my animal soup. stuck in a time loop. my face come right off Howling at the moon til Kali chopped my head off

Stop… Who goes there? I heard a voice uncanny that noise!

Be this bitch wailing witch my own screaming white noise through the T.V?

By golly

By geez

By fuck it

Purge the demons fill up the bucket

Why is Vishnu sleeping in my bed? snuggled with Lakshmi or so I’ve read

Dreaming awake… how much did I take? rabbits eating rabbits karma equals habits Fates like Sisyphus and Atlas

Eternal maintenance of balance on this lifeboat mattress in a sea of magical madness

I mean…it happens,

What is a feeling?

Bet it’s worth a thousand words but what’s worth really worth? quick without using words!

You’ll know it when you know But then you’ll forget. And Jesus wept While we slept But we each got a peace That we’ve kept

Distracted I fight for attention

Think about it…just what am “I” tending?

All I’ve got is a paradox, some crazy thoughts, a flooded apartment, and building blocks

I’m a waste of paint graffitied on your memory box

There’s a bridge of trust that leads me to you,

If it can take the pressure, then it must be true

There’s a bridge of trust that leads me to you

  And I ‘d take you there if I only knew              

                            …but I don’t

-Unknown Mortal

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