#also I couldn’t find this as a gif nor did I have the energy to make one so yea

[sthnearlyheadless]

To be alone

The Hyde is looking for Wednesday Addams, everyone knows this. But you're not scared of this. Nor of her. Pairings: Wednesday Addams x fem!reader

You see, i intent to make this a series and is going to be +18, i guess, but for this one the warnings are gonna be mentions of blood and fights. That's all i guess. also: i did not proofread, y'all!!! I'm sorry if you find any mistakes

You always were an observer. Always. It was a curse and a blessing.

You were born with this quiet trait and people often took it as if you were spacing out or were just disconnected with everyone else all the time. To be honest, most of the time you felt disconnected with everyone else, yes, but you were always aware of everything. You just chose to not get involved with things that weren’t of your concern.

But when you saw her, you could not help it. There were something more than magic and attractive about the new raven student girl of Nevermore Academy.

Wednesday Addams. The one and only.

You could never be sure what made you - and let’s be honest - half of the school so magnetized by the small girl. The same mysterious and gorgeous amount of energy that Wednesday carried with her made you and the other fascinated, the other half of the school were just afraid of the strong but small girl.

Not only because of her personallity, but because of the monster that was seeking for her.

The Hyde.

You were scared for her, but not of her. Never of her.

But you never ever expected that she would notice you.

You, who show up little and speak even less.

But that was what happened. Completely out of nowhere she showed up by your side, taking you by surprise and filched a little. Just like she expected, of course.

“Don’t you sleep?” she asked. You were sat by the lake, looking at the white reflection of the Moon on the water. The only sound present was the wind that occasionally made you shiver a little, the weather was the way you liked. But now, Wednesday’s voice was present as well and her figure also made you shiver a bit, for different reasons.

“Yes”, you answered looking up to her. She was looking straight ahead not at you. You look at the lake again, like she was doing. “You?”

“It’s late. You shouldn’t be here by yourself” she pointed out, still not looking at you. It wasn’t the fact that she didn’t answers your question, was the statement itself, like she was concerned about you somehow. That thought made you frown a little and look back at her. “You know there is a monster out there, attacking people”.

“Do you even know me?” you scoff, Wednesday looked at for the first time. O as far as you know, it’s the first time, because just like you, Wednesday is an observer. A pro one. Like a hawk and am owl, nothing can escape from her and that was what you were feeling right now looking back at your reflection on her black irises. Like a pray.

“Your Y/N Y/L/N, a very brilliant shapeshifter for your age… or so the teachers say” she stated. “Your also Enid’s so I inevitably heard about you, even if that wasn’t my willing”.

“Sorry to hear that Enid tortured you” you smiled without showing your teeth.

Wednesday looked you, I mean, really watched you. She was watching how your hair was softly dancing with the wind accompanied by the moonlight. She loved the feeling of solitude, but to be alone with you right now almost felt as good.

“It wasn’t torture, I usually enjoy pain. But hear her bubbling is not the good kind. It’s worse than anything”.

“So the big Addams does have a weak point. This is a real surprise”.

“Tell anyone and that will be the last thing you’ll ever say” she fiercely said. You raised your hands in defense, smiling at her. Once again Wednesday felt a weird feeling on her guts, seeing you smile. Why couldn’t she figure it out this? You?

“I guess you’re right” you said standing up. Patting your clothes to clean them. “I should go back to my dorm. It’s getting late.”

Wednesday nod one time.

“Why are you here, Wednesday?”

“I was just passing by”

“And suddenly came to the exactly place that I was. The other side of the Ophelia Hall, almost at the florets. It’s very far”

“I couldn’t sleep, was just wondering”

You squinted your eyes.

“You? Just wondering?” you scoffed, crossing your arms around your chest. “You don’t seem to be the person who even breath without thinking about. All your movements have a reason why”.

“You almost talk like you know me” Wednesday slightly lifted her perfect eyebrow. It was almost unnoticeable.

“I’ve been watching you. You caught my attention, that doesn’t happen often”.

“I could always said the same to you” she retorted.

As you were about to reply and ask one more time what Wednesday was really doing there, both of you clearly heard a noise. A loud one, coming from the bushes that were near you two.

You instantly took a step forward Wednesday. People didn’t know about your body muscles because you always wore big clothes, they were comfier, but boy you were strong. You always were exercising when you were not studying and this is about everything you do in your life.

“Stand back” you advised her. Wednesday send you a dirty look, you couldn’t see because you were looking at the bushes that were moving a little now, and that wasn’t because of the wind that was blowing.

“Don’t you ever tell me what to do”

“I’m just trying to protect you” you explained, talking low and approaching to the bushes. You looked at Wednesday. “Can you please leave now?”

“And let you here by yourself? We don’t even know what’s in there”

“It could be the Hyde, we both know it” you said. “That’s why you came here outside, wasn’t it? You’re crazy to find who is it, aren’t you?”

You were very smart, Wednesday had to admit. Quick to solve puzzles. But she would not tell what she thinks to you or out loud, of course. You just seemed to be more and more interesting to her.

“If it’s it you can’t beat it by yourself, Y/N. The Hyde is looking for me”

“I’m stronger than I look” you gave her a half smile. “Now go back inside, Wednesday”.

“I’d love to see you try make me do something I don’t want to” the raven girl challenged.

Dammit, you thought as you sighed. She wasn’t going to back up, she was too stubborn to do that.

“Fine” you said at last. “But if it’s really what you’re looking for you won’t stay here. You’re going to the school and call for the teachers, Weems, the police or whoever the hell for help, OK? I’ll try to stop this thing but you won’t stay here”.

Wednesday was analyzing you for a second. Studying your features and almost seeing through you like a dead frog in a biology class that amazed her.

“Why do you care do much?”

“I just don’t want you to get hurt” you explained. “We have a deal?” Y/N urged.

“Yes”

“OK. Good” you nod your head. You both were a bit serious now, tense as you quietly walked towards the bushes. A growl could be heard. The bushes were moving more erratically and out of nowhere, something jumps out if the bushes, aiming to attack Wednesday, but Y/N is faster and catches the thing in the air. Wednesday was petrified for a split second, but it wasn’t her fault. Everything happened in a blink of an eye.

She watched as the Hyde and Y/N were on the grass, rolling from one side to the other as Y/N was struggling to hold the enormous creature. But somehow during the fight, Y/N could shift her form to a wolf, a big wolf, almost as big as the Hyde. She was strong, this Wednesday could admit out loud. Even more because she was defending her for some reason the short girl couldn’t understand.

“Go. Find. Weems!” Y/N growled. Her voice wasn’t her voice, was the wolf’s voice. A anger bark. But Wednesday was getting back to Earth quickly, pulling herself together as the Hyde looked at her with its horrid eyes.

The Hyde attacked Y/N when she was trying to get Wednesday’s attention to get out of that place and she was the one who lowed her guard and was with that was hit pretty hard in the head. The wolf’s body flew away with a shriek of pain.

“Y/N!” Wednesday wailed.

The thing’s distorted face cracked a smile looking at Wednesday, the girl shifted her gaze between Y/N’s body and the monster who attacked her. The wolf’s head was bleeding now.

You see, Wednesday was a stoic person and would never demonstrate with her facial expression or body language what she was feeling, her face was always grave and serious and all. But she was feeling a lot right now.

She was concerned with Y/N, she knew she was never able to get to the school without the Hyde get her before she could even think about it. And she was dying to know who it was and why this monster was haunting her and hurting other people. Well, in on way or another she would actually know at least one thing finally. Even if it was the dying part.

She had to think.

Fast.

The Hyde growled and huffed its big nostrils and was starting to walk walk rapidly towards Wednesday. Only to be stopped on his track by you. You was hurt, but you managed to get in front of Wednesday, like a wall. The small girl’s breath was erratic like yours.

“Why don’t you fight with you height, asshole?” you grunted.

Angered, the Hyde attacked one more time, but this time you could block its attack. And having her senses back to her, Wednesday thought of a way to get him away from you. She spotted an old rake that was laying around near the garden cleaners and ran to get it. When she took it, she glanced at the both of you and saw the Hyde on top of you while you were both fight. She didn’t think much of it. She ran toward you two again.

“Leave her alone!” she screamed as she stuck the rake into the side of his stomach, piercing the skin. That was enough to make it whimper and get off of you. You were panting as you watched the monster hold its belly as it was walking away. The Hyde was with his wide eyes looking at Wednesday, scared and surprised at the same time.

You smiled weakly. Stupid beast, it should know better than underestimate the small raven girl. Wednesday’s impassive face was looking on the monster’s eyes without blink, a silence dare to it get back, but the Hyde was too pathetic to try. Not now that it was so hurt, at least.

The monster got back to the florets.

Y/N’s whimper made Wednesday look back at her, she kneeled down by the girl side.

“You are an idiot” Wednesday said looking at her. “You could have killed yourself”.

“I know”

“Why did you do it?”

Y/N was going to answer if the blood on her mouth wasn’t making her cough and the pain on her whole body wasn’t starting to get a little too much for her to be conscious.

“Don’t say anything. I’ll get help. I don’t want you dying here like you did something when I was the one who actually saved you”.

“Yeah…” you smiled a bit, your face was getting back to normal. You were so tired that you couldn’t even open your eyes. “You’re the hero, Wednesday, you can have the credits. I won’t say anything. Maybe you’ll get a medal”.

“Can’t you pass out already?” Wednesday taunted and heard a laughed from you before you actually pass out.

She was worried in reality, but she had to make sure you were OK. The Hyde wasn’t important now, she rushed to get help for you.

[yenqa]

SHE PLAYS BASS!

synopsis : prince sunghoon had a boring life. never had he ever gone out with his friends or fallen in love like a normal teenager (not like he liked the idea of falling in love). instead, he was forced to prepare for when he would be crowned king. but when your band, le sserafim is invited to play at the royal palace. his perspective on love would change all because of you.

featuring : le sserafim, hyung line of enhypen and a mention of jungwon

warnings : swearing, angst, parents w broken relationships, crying, kissing, reader wears makeup for performance, sunghoon is REALLY bad at conversations, will update as writing!

wc : 8.4k (woww!)

pairing : prince!sunghoon x afab!reader

a/n : it’s out!! sorry for the wait everyone and its a little weird but i hope you enjoy! thank u sm to @redm4ri for reading over it and making sure everything is good 🫶 also if you find anything we both missed… suck it up and ignore it

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01 NO CELESTIAL WAS ALWAYS YOUR FAVORITE SONG TO PERFORM.

you enjoyed playing the guitar riffs and singing until your lungs went out. you enjoyed the small portion of choreography you had and the energy it brought to the crowd. but as much as you enjoyed the melody itself, you enjoyed the lyrics even more.

to you, no celestial was about breaking the standards and just being yourself (ex. lyrics “angel-like perfection, bye” in first verse). but the song also meant that you can’t be perfect, and to not be afraid when someone realizes that. no celestial gave you a sense of freedom, like nothing else mattered but the sounds of your voices. and you would do anything to have that freedom.

well, it was the kind of freedom you already had until the attention’s eye was on you. now, you couldn’t even meet up with an old friend before someone turned it into a dating rumor. it was hard to ignore those rumors and continue on, but that was what you had to do to make it far.

and, you weren’t sure if it was worth it until now. staring in shock as you open the intricate blue envelope decorated with gold lining. on the back, is text stating “The Royal Palace”. Yunjin squeals in excitement as you carefully pull out the paper, reading the contents hidden inside.

Dear, Source Music

It has come to our attention that your band, Le Sserafim has been spiking in popularity in our kingdom. As the Prince’s birthday is coming soon, we would like to formally invite Le Sserafim to perform at the Royal Palace on December 8th to entertain our guests. Please arrive at 3:30 pm or before as you’ll be performing at 4:15. All food and drinks will be provided for you, outfits will also be provided and we’ll have to schedule an appointment to get some measurements. Please tell us what kind of concept to go for, and we’ll do our best to achieve that. We trust that the band will perform well as always. Thank you.

Sincerely,

Yang Jungwon

you look at your members in disbelief as they do the same before kazuha breaks the silence.

“we’re going to perform at the royal palace!” she excitedly squeals, as the room explodes into excited laughter, deciding what songs will be performed.

“well we have to perform fearless! it’s our hit song,” yunjin begs, trying to get nods of approval from the group's leader.

chaewon sighs, looking back at yunjin, “we’ll have to see how many songs we can perform and if they want us to perform any particular ones. we can ask our boss at our next meeting. he’ll probably have all the details we need,” she smiles warmly at her members, stretching out her arms and engulfing them in a warm hug.

“wait- when’s our next meeting?”

🎸

no celestial was not on the setlist. nor did your boss even think about performing it.

as the stubborn girl you are, you immediately asked why no celestial wasn’t on the list, and your boss laughs at you. stating that the palace didn’t choose the song and it wasn’t the right place for it. you thought that the song would be able to be performed anywhere (except, maybe a funeral but that’s not the point) but it apparently went against palace rules. it was stupid to you, isn’t that what the song’s telling you not to do? follow the rules?

you were surprised the great mermaid was picked, considering the amount of ‘foul language’ in the song. but since the prince was turning 21 (or 20 you couldn’t remember) you were sure a swear word wouldn’t hurt him.

it wasn’t until late at night when it hit you, you were performing for the prince in a month.

02 SUNGHOON WAS NOT EXCITED ABOUT HIS BIRTHDAY

all the decorations, outfits, and people were too much for him.

yes, he loved having the party, but having every single person he’s had any interaction with invited? just seemed over the top. he wished only his closest friends to come, but every year his parents would try so hard to marry him off to some random girl his age, which always ruined his mood (and his plan to have a small birthday party). sunghoon knew this year wouldn’t be different, so he didn’t look forward to it, simple as that.

when his parents revealed they were inviting a band to perform on his birthday. his lips had slightly upturned. would it be tomorrow by together? or seventeen? maybe even red velvet? his face immediately dropped when he heard the name. who the hell was le sserafim?

after he was dismissed sunghoon immediately looked up the band that was recently introduced to him, playing the first few songs that popped up.

out of the seven songs he listened to, he liked the song “sour grapes” the most. sunghoon didn’t look much into the lyrics of songs, as a song was just a melody he sang along to. but the rare times sunghoon did (which was when he was listening to sour grapes), he didn’t understand most of the lines. what did they mean by love is sour grapes? because to him, he didn’t think love resembled any kind of fruit.

well, what did love resemble to him? sunghoon didn’t know. after seeing his parents grow apart over the years, sunghoon wasn’t one to ask about the subject. and nor did he ever want to be.

the small number of lyrics he understood, made it even more obvious why love wasn’t that appealing to him. it would always end in heartbreak, which is why he vowed to himself to never fall in love. but deep down, he knew it was something he could never admit.

he was scared.

03 BREAKS WERE YOUR FAVORITE PART ABOUT PRACTICE

after practicing for three hours straight, chaewon decided for an hour's break. of course, no one disagreed which left you immediately leaving the building and deciding to walk around the kingdom.

the town was always a safe place for you to walk around since the palace is near your building and heavily guarded. after getting drinks for yourself and your members, you decided to head back to the practice building.

as you walked around you always stopped to watch some young kids playing outside, enjoying the laughter and happiness they brought to voice. you smile at their enjoyment, amused at the stupid games they make up.

you try to push your body away, as your head wants to keep watching. until you bump into someone, making you drop the drinks you had previously bought for your members.

“oh my god i’m so sorry! did it spill on you?” you frantically ask, crouching on the floor to pick up the wet cups on the ground.

you stand up to see a man around your age, his fluffy brown hair slightly covering his eyes and clothes too formal for a walk around the town. his face seems too familiar, almost like you’ve seen him before.

“it’s fine, sorry about your drinks, can i get you new ones?” he offers, a slight rasp evident in his voice.

“oh no, it’s okay! but do i know you? you look really familiar,” you ask curiously.

his state quickly turns to panic, before answering “n-no i don’t think so.” he curses himself for being so nervous.

“oops! sorry then, well my name’s y/n nice to meet you!” you offer him a hand, which he shakes.

“my name’s sunghoon nice to meet you too.” shit did i just say sunghoon? he realizes, horrified at his clumsiness.

“oh like prince sunghoon?” you mention, flashing him a bright smile.

“yeah haha…” he awkwardly replies, helping you throw away the dripping drinks in your hand. “are you sure? i’m sorry i feel really bad,” he rambles, looking at you with concern.

you swiftly pull out your phone to check the time, realizing you wouldn’t make it back in time if you went back to get drinks. you smile at him, showing him the time on your phone, “i have to be back soon! but maybe if we ever meet again you can pay me back,” you smile, and he smiles back before you run off, waving to him.

fimmies chat

you

lawl i just met the cutest guy !!

sakura

are u forgetting ure semi famous…

eunchae

did u rizz him up

yunjin

do u think y/n rizzed him up

be honest

you

no i didnt forget!! and i did rizz him up so good

yunjin dye.

anyways i didn’t get his number </3

kazuha

did u get his number

oh

chaewon

youre so lucky he didnt recognize u

but come back soon breaks almost over

you

im omw

04 HIS BIRTHDAY CAME SOONER THAN YOU REALIZED

you were too nervous about playing for the palace, you played your bass thousands of times in front of a crowd, you think, doing whatever to calm yourself. you had known all the chords by heart (including no celestial which your band decided to sneak in), you had warmed up your voice, and you had memorized and practiced the dance for hours and hours. you were going to do fine.

when you guys stepped onto the stage all that was heard were claps and a couple of cheers, you quickly made eye contact with the queen giving her a small head nod. you step in a line to bow and introduce yourselves, before getting to your instrument.

the first song you were performing was “the great mermaid”, sakura tapped her drumsticks three times, signaling for you to start the song. your hands instinctively moved to the right chords, strumming accordingly. as each chord passed, more was to be played. your hands shakily played each one, trying to sing your parts as stable as you could.

you felt a sigh of relief when the song ended, you placed your guitar on your hips, resting your hands while listening to the audience's boring claps. no shouts or cheers, just repeating claps, prim and proper. as chaewon introduces your next song you scan the audience, locking eyes with the young man on the throne, wait-

was that sunghoon?

your eyes widen as you hurry to your position in the dance, waiting for the music to start.

was sunghoon the prince? why didn’t he have a disguise? or some kind of security? did i seriously meet the prince on accident and didn’t notice?

you quickly came back to life, focusing on the dance you were currently doing.

your hips had to be on point, your legs had to be fully extended and in place, your arms had to be in the exact place, and your facial expression had to be on point. you hoped your expression looked how you imagined it.

you glanced at your manager noticing his approving, almost proud smile. you almost smile in response, containing it in quickly moving into formation.

the next few songs were a blur until you got to no celestial.

you nervously spoke into your microphone, introducing the song.

“for our last song we are performing a song called “no celestial”! this song is similar to our first one “the great mermaid” so if you enjoyed that song, you might like this one.” you wink at the audience, as you notice the manager giving you a look of disbelief.

you ignore it. adjusting your bass, starting up the next song. once you got to the pre-chorus you could feel your manager's glare burning in your scalp, you glance at sakura, exchanging nervous glances as yunjin sings her heart out, without a care in the world. by the time the song ends, you’re exhausted, and your legs and arms feel overworked,

you say your goodbyes and bow to the crowd as you walk off into the dressing room, where your manager waits with a menacing stare.

“hi sir…” you hesitantly start, he raises his left eyebrow at you.

“who came up with the idea of playing no celestial? the queen was giving me dirty looks! you’re lucky i’m not getting thrown in jail tomorrow. did you come up with the idea of playing no celestial for the palace y/n?” he yells, fuming with anger.

you look down at your feet, as your members watch, unable to prevent anything.

“yes i did.” you quietly answer.

“what’d you say? god you need to speak louder y/n,” he bluntly scolds.

“i said, yes i did,” you speak menacingly, he looks taken aback, almost surprised.

“this is your last warning y/n, one more and you’re out of the band, okay? i’m sick and tired of you taking your position for granted.”

“yes sir.” you bitterly answer, your body twitching trying to hold in your tears.

“now go! i can’t look at you right now,” he sighs.

you take your chance to quickly walk out of the dressing room, avoiding any servants walking around (and your members if they followed you). you slowly push open a door and find yourself on a path, surrounded by flowers and bushes tailored by the most perfectionist workers. each step there seem to be more and more plants unknown to you. you stop to look at a certain flower, reading the name on the index.

“the alstroemeria caught your eye?”

you jump at the sound, turning around to see (prince) sunghoon, walking next to you with a grin. you quickly bow, wiping your tears “oh! i’m so sorry for being here, i don’t know if i’m allowed here, so i’ll go!” you ramble, his smirk growing at the sight of you.

“it’s okay, y/n right? you did really well today,” he looks you up and down, slightly biting his lip.

“thank you, sir! happy birthday to you too.”

“no need for formal names, sunghoon is fine.”

your eyebrows furrow at his words, tilting your head slightly, “are you sure? it’s really no bother.”

he smirks at your comment, “you seemed fine with it two weeks ago,”

your eyes widen as his grin switches to a sly smirk, “i just didn’t recognize you,” you argue. “you don’t recognize the prince?” he raises one eyebrow. you huff at his response, opting to change the subject instead.

“shall we walk?” you ask, referring to the path you were earlier following. he nods as he starts leading the way through the abnormally large garden, making sure you stay away from any ditches or rocks.

“so, how was our performance? what was your favorite song?” you ask. he doesn’t think for long before deciding.

“sour grapes.”

“no reason why?” you give him a grumpy look which he notices, so he continues. “i like the melody, and lyrics.” he bluntly states, looking back at you for approval. “did you like the last song? no celestial?” you ask, silently praying he did.

“it was good, but i prefer slower songs.”

you nod accordingly, noticing how the loud ballroom music fills your silence, quite different from the songs you had performed. you walk to an empty field, which sunghoon explains that it’s empty because his parents gave up on the garden, deciding to do something better with their time and money. you frown at his story, why give up halfway in?

your legs grow tired, so you ultimately declare a break, in the middle of the field. sunghoon agrees, teasing you for your tired state.

when you sit down comfortable silence overtakes you two. you both calmly listen to the classical music, still clearly heard from the castle. after a few minutes, sunghoon light’s up with an idea, quickly standing up and offering his hand to you.

you, confused, look up at him. “what? are you trying to shake my hand?”

he laughs, “no, but would you, lady y/n have a dance with me?”

you grow flustered by the idea. you’re about to take his hand, before realizing you aren’t sure how to ballroom dance. you shyly mutter, “i don’t know how to properly do it”. he chuckles softly, taking hold of your hand, and pulling you up.

“i’ll teach you.”

sunghoon wasn’t sure why he was feeling so tense when he’d started teaching you. he’d be crazy to think that he wasn’t flustered by the way your hand was on his shoulder and the other intertwined with his, or the fact that you broke out into a smile every time you’d accidentally step on his foot or miss the spin. you were just pretty, he told himself, praying his hands didn’t feel clammy.

his hands were soft, and smooth contrasting with your calloused, and rough hands. but he didn’t seem to mind by the way he was smiling.

soon, your bodies blend together, like the sun and moon, forming an eclipse. taking each step in sync with the other. you can’t find your eyes anywhere else but locked on his. he smiles at you, and you smile back. you two dance until your feet get sore again after several songs. too tired to sit, you lay back on the slightly wet grass, staining the back of your stage outfit. sunghoon grins, laying down next to you, admiring the stars with you.

“sunghoon, do you know any constellations?” you ask, trying to make a familiar shape out of any of them.

sunghoon extends his hand out, scooting closer so you can see. he points to a particularly bright star, then another, and another he repeats that until he puts his hand down.

“that’s the ursa major, you’ve heard of it correct?” he looks over to you.

you chuckle, “of course, i know what the ursa major is. it’s so pretty, isn’t it?”

sunghoon stares at you, your bright smile facing the sky, your happy eyes almost in disbelief you're seeing such a beautiful sight, your makeup for the performance now slightly smudged but still gorgeous on you.

sunghoon thinks you’re the most beautiful star.

his eyes don’t move away from you before responding “yeah it is.”

he diverts his eyes when he sees you looking back at him, “the ursa major is used for navigating, because it completes a full circle around the north star.”

you nod, taking in the bright stars, shining straight at you.

sunghoon notices your silence, deciding to start a new conversation.

“what’s your perspective on love?”

sunghoon quickly realizes his mistake when you choke on your saliva, clearly not expecting him to ask you that question as you sit up. his face turns pale, hurriedly patting your back. “sorry, was that too far?” he asks.

you chuckle at his reaction, your laugh filling up his silence. “no,i just wasn’t expecting it. but i’ll give you an answer.” sunghoon gives you a nod, silently telling you to keep going.

“i think my opinion changes, like when i wrote sour grapes, obviously i didn’t like it. but now i think it’s quite the opposite,” you answer, sunghoon carefully thinks about your words, nodding approvingly.

“what about you sunghoon? what do you think about love?”

he stays silent for a while before answering, “i don’t believe in true love, i think it’s made up,” he states bluntly.

you slightly tilt your head, “and why do you think that?”

“well because my parents they’re-”

you’re caught off guard when the sounds of panicked yelling come to voice. “prince sunghoon? prince sunghoon!” people frantically call, you can see the silhouettes of people running around, trying to spot their beloved prince. you look over to see a just as panicked sunghoon. he quickly stands up, pulling you up too. his expression turns almost disappointed before saying,

“i have to go. it was nice talking to you y/n, i hope we meet again.” he gives you a small smile. taking your hand, and placing a soft kiss on it. he looks into your eyes after, then runs to the voices. leaving you a flustered mess.

walking back to the dressing room happily excited to tell your members about the interaction you just had, you realize why you had even been out in the garden. because you were upset, but sunghoon distracted you from that.

you smile to yourself, sunghoon was quite the distractor.

05 MEETINGS WITH SUNGHOON BECAME ORDINARY

you often found him around the place you first met, waiting in the only pink chair at the cafe. every time the bell above the door rang, his head shot up looking for your familiar face. every time it was you, his eyes crinkled, which you guessed was a smile considering his face was hidden behind a mask. you would always wave to him, setting down your stuff before ordering a drink. this became a routine for you two, you would arrive at two ten and leave at two fifty, to get back to practice on time.

after practice you (and sometimes with eunchae) would always walk to a specific bench near the river, admiring the dark city with the quiet noises of running water. arriving at eight twenty-ish every time, you would place your purse down right in the middle of the bench, so no one would sit next to you.

that may seem selfish, but it was for your safety as an idol. the park was almost always empty, with the exception of people there for the same reason as you, to admire the scenery.

you were almost dumbfounded when you noticed someone sitting at your bench, the body covered by their hood twitching every so often.

your steps slowed down, unsure of what to do. until you heard small sniffles from the body, with broken cries and sounds of snot. you weren’t the most social person you’ve met, so you don’t know why your body led you down to sit next to them, asking them “are you okay?”

the person doesn’t spare a glance at you, staring directly at their shoes instead. you study their face, realizing the person was someone you knew.

“sunghoon? what’s wrong?” you blurt out, his head whips towards yours, his panicked expression clearly gone when he looks at you with soft eyes.

he quickly remembers his state, wiping his tears as quickly as he can. “nothing,” he mumbles, knowing you’ll recognize his blatant lie.

you hesitantly place your hand on his back, softly rubbing it. he lays into you, sobs coming out of his body like a river, coming downstream. your throat tightens hearing the cries that fill the park, disturbing the few that passed by every so often.

noticing his hiccups become less and less apparent. you hesitantly ask, “do you want to talk about it?”

he nods, swallowing the lump in his throat. he chokes out, “it’s just the pressure i have on my shoulders, being the next king and all. i have no one to rely on or even ask for help. my parents are too busy fucking arguing to even give me the time of day, and it’s just so stupid they put all the kingdom’s problems on me because it’s training. when in reality it’s just them being ignorant and immature.”

you nod slightly, pulling him in a soft hug as if he’ll break if you hold any tighter. you wince at the feeling of his damp tears on your sleeve, reminding yourself that there was a more important matter.

you two hold each other in comfortable silence until sunghoon sits up and wipes his tears away. you look at him with worry to which he says, “i don’t really want to talk about it anymore if that’s ok,” he looks at you with uneasy eyes.

you give him a warm smile, “that’s fine sunghoon, do you want to talk about anything?”

“no, i don’t really have anything in mind,” he answers.

you nod trying to fill the void of silence somehow. spotting a moving figure near the waterline, you point to it, “hey there are some ducks!”

sunghoon follows your finger to find the animal you were pointing at. eyes crinkling at the sight. you watch his amused face, not realizing the smile growing on your face.

“didn’t know you were such an animal person,” you chuckle, as sunghoon rolls his eyes.

“it’s not like i see them much, ya-know being trapped in the castle and all that,” he remarks. you throw your hands up in defense, “sorry, forgot about your prince duties for a second.”

“yeah whatever,” sunghoon jokes, turning to gaze at the stars, just like at the castle.

you take this time to look at his face, looking hopefully into the sky. like he was hoping a shooting star would come. you let out a breathy smile, to which he hears turning to look at you, making eye contact.

realizing he caught your stare, you look away, your cold cheeks now growing in temperature.

sunghoon chuckles at your reaction, not realizing his reddening cheeks either. he pulls up his sleeve, glancing at his watch. you lean over, looking for the time stating 9:02.

you gasp loudly, making sunghoon whip his head up, looking at you with confusion. “what happened?” he asks.

“i have to be back by 9:15, curfew and all. i’ll see you soon, okay?” he nods, a smile present as he’s waving goodbye, watching as you take off running to get back on time.

sunghoon can’t seem to get rid of his smile after you leave, touching his upturned lips softly. he isn’t sure why his smile’s still lingering even after you left. he doesn’t smile for a while after jay or jake leaves him.

despite the chilling weather that most definitely left him shivering, he can’t get rid of the warm, fuzzy feeling inside of him. maybe he was sick, or maybe he was just prepared for the cold weather. but he knew there was a different reason. one that he wasn’t ready to admit.

06 YOU HAPPILY JOGGED BACK TO THE BUILDING

imagining your member's reactions when you tell them you had met up with sunghoon once again. you push open your dorm room at 9:12, barely making it back without getting a scolding from chaewon.

entering your shared room with eunchae, you take off your jacket, zipping it up to place it on a hanger.

“y/n! you went to the park without me!” eunchae whines from her bed, stretching out to cover it.

you laugh at her position, mentioning nonchalantly, “sorry eunchae! i saw sunghoon there though.

she dramatically gasps causing all the other members to rush in with looks of worry. “what happened?” chaewon asks, standing in the doorway.

“y/n met up with sunghoon at the park!” she exclaims. yunjin reacts first, running up to you dramatically, shaking you by your shoulders. the members exaggeratedly gasp at you, kazuha even pretends to faint.

you roll your eyes, pretending to busy yourself on your phone.

“y/n you have to tell us what happened!” chaewon hurriedly sits down on the edge of the bed, to which everyone else follows.

“nothing really happened,” you giggle, unable to stop the redness from spreading from your cheeks.

sakura pushes you softly, “oh boo, i know something happened, just tell us what!”

deciding to not mention the crying part, you mention everything else.

watching the member's reactions could honestly entertain you for days. whether it was a simple touch or action you two did together, they always had an exaggerated reaction towards it. when you mentioned how he had caught you staring at him, yunjin had dramatically fallen off the bed. hitting the carpet floor with her hand clutched repeatedly.

after you finished the story, they left as giggly as you came in. you quickly get ready to go to sleep, not wanting the exhaustion to get to you before you brush your teeth.

laying on your bed, you weren’t sure why they were so dramatic over some interactions you had with sunghoon. i mean, you were just a boy and a girl hanging out.

nothing weird about that.

okay sure, he did have really nice hair, pretty eyes, and a really gorgeous smile. and he was so sweet and funny but also comforting, and you like being around him and always wanted to be around him. but what does that have to do with-

oh.

oh.

no, it couldn’t be it, you weren’t that far in deep right?

was love what you were feeling? love for the man you had randomly met in the kingdom? love for the man you had barely met but had spent hours talking to?

yeah, maybe you did love him.

and maybe, you wanted to plant his soft lips onto yours the next time you saw him.

but he was too good for you.

like the brightest, most beautiful star in the sky, loving the dimmest, and unpleasant.

it would never work.

you sigh, pulling over the blanket over your cold body. peacefully closing your eyes.

07 CONFIDING IN SAKURA WAS ONE OF THE WORST IDEAS YOU HAD

you would think the oldest person had the best advice, but truly she was set on you doing one thing.

“confess to him!” sakura exclaims as soon as she hears the news. rolling your eyes at her idea, she lightly frowns.

“what? can’t you just tell him? i don’t get it.” she huffs, slightly lifting the hair on her face. you furrow your brows, “and risk him not liking me back?”

“okay so what if he does like you back?”

that simple question leaves you speechless, it’s not a crazy question, but as stupid as you sound, you didn’t think that would happen. nor was that a chance you would want to take.

“i don’t think he does, i mean we just met recently! he barely even knows me.” you’re shortly given a questioning look, followed by “don’t you meet like, every day?”

you sigh in defeat, “okay yeah we do, but that’s not the point! the point is that he doesn’t like me back.”

“look, he might not like you back, so why don’t you get it over with? the worst he can say is no.” her shoulders lift for a second, continuing back to focus on her phone.

“okay, no is definitely not the worst thing he could say. he could say like, “ew no you peasant! get away from me you dirty scab.” sakura dramatically sighs.

“are we talking about the same guy? the same guy who spent hours talking to you outside his own party?” you huff.

“yeah, but it’s still a possibility! you never know how royals are,” you argue. she quickly bites back, saying.

“exactly!” her eyes widened, “you don’t know how royals are, so you never know if he likes you back! which i’m sure he does.”

“okay so i confess to him, and he says no. what if our relationship changes and we can’t fix it because i made things so awkward? what would i do then?” you cry, she furrows her brows.

“you never know until you try.” she finishes, finally laying back down to go to sleep.

“fine.” you grumble, tiredly walking back to your room.

maybe you could confess to him.

you quickly throw yourself onto the bed. landing with an ‘oof’ sound on your stomach. brainstorming ideas or even just imagining scenarios. you hadn’t realized until two minutes of thinking was that everything you thought of was probably a normal occurrence for him.

picnics? you were sure he had done it many times. a restaurant? his chefs probably cook better and you’re both famous. movie date? even you didn’t want to do that idea.

giving your mind a rest, you rolled around on your bed. kicking the blanket off your sweaty feet, you grabbed your phone. opening safari.

i mean, it can’t hurt to look right? you quickly typed up the words, embarrassed at the dilemma you were in right then.

you scrolled through the websites, opening “15 best date ideas for you and your boyfriend.”

sure you weren’t at that stage, but it had to have at least one good idea.

scrolling through the options you stopped on one, thinking of what could happen then. painting together, that seems like it could be fun?

you quickly prepare yourself for the text you're about to send, staring at it for a while before actually sending it.

you

sunghoon are you busy this weekend?

sunghoon

not on saturday, but on sunday yeah.

why?

you

do you want to go painting with me 😁😁

sunghoon

sure, where?

you

yk the bench we met at like two days ago

we can meet there at 2pm ??

sunghoon

sure, see you then.

you

see youu

you slam your phone into your mattress, silently screaming to yourself imagining how the date would be. you prayed that sunghoon wasn’t some kind of artist who would laugh at the market's paint you had bought because it was such poor quality to him. sunghoon wouldn’t do that, he’s really sweet. you remember you check your calendar in the living room, writing down the date for saturday.

you scan the calendar, in three days you’ll confess.

08 YOU WEREN’T SURE YOU COULD PAINT WITH SUCH JITTERY HANDS

you had managed to get there at 1:58 seeing sunghoon there already. scanning his outfit, you found the gold details on his navy blue suit to fit him well, it was similar to the letter the palace had sent you but you didn’t want to point that out.

realizing how professional he looked, you quickly feel embarrassed at your outfit. some simple jeans with a crop top and a sweater, and a mask covering your face.

“hello y/n,” he smiles at you, helping you place your stuff down.

“hello sunghoon! here-” you hand a canvas to him, “this is for you, and you know how to paint, right?” you mentally slap yourself, of course, he knew how to paint y/n!

his eyes slightly squint in confusion as he chuckles, “of course, i know how to paint y/n, what do you wanna paint?”

you lock eyes with him, trying your best not to get flustered saying, “i don’t know yet, probably like the river in front of us. what about you?”

he looks around, suddenly smirking at the idea he must’ve had. “i’ll surprise you,”

“whatever,” you playfully roll your eyes, handing him his canvas and palette. his hands brush yours, lingering longer than they should.

you ignore it, carefully dipping the paintbrush into the water, then into a light grayish blue. you gracefully spread the paint around, trying to replicate the water to the best of your abilities. the blue slowly runs out, your paintbrush becomes dryer than your liking. so you delicately press the paintbrush into the water, swirling it around before dipping it back into the same blue color you were using.

while you’re doing that, you glance at sunghoon to see him sketching a person with a pencil. “who’s that?” you ask, he looks at you seeing you stare at his sketch.

his eyebrows furrow, “you can’t tell?”

you scan the canvas again, noticing the outfit looking very similar to yours. you squint slightly, “are you drawing me?”

he grins, “no.”

“what? that literally looks exactly like me!” you argue.

“it’s your mom.”

you sigh, rolling your eyes and turning back to your canvas, he laughs at your reaction. “i hate you so much,” you lie.

“right. you know i can get you thrown into prison right?”

“yeah you could, but you like me too much to do that.” you boldly state.

he gives you a side eye, nodding sarcastically. “whatever you want,” he says, you triumphantly continue painting, finishing the sky before starting on the river and the scenery.

you add more paint to your original color, brightening it before starting your river. making sure you get each detail.

while you’re working on your river sunghoon starts painting the background, realizing he forgot to do that.

you two continue with small talk, conversing about favorite music, events that are coming up, and even events happening recently.

you’re reminded of his birthday party, how he never finished his answer before he got pulled away by the crowd (or whoever was calling for him).

the conversation slowly dies down, sunghoon decides to start a new one before you could.

“how’s it like being an idol? like getting to do whatever you want and still be liked.”

you give him a bittersweet smile, “i don’t really get to do whatever i want, but i probably have more freedom than you do.”

sunghoon sighs, “yeah, sometimes i really hate being a prince, i wish i had more freedom like you.”

“well, i don’t have that much freedom, but i don’t really care. i just do whatever i want and hope i don’t get caught,” you chuckle, sunghoon smiles at you,

“you don’t get scared of the consequences you could get?”

“not really. if anything, i can just debut again.”

sunghoon clearly taken aback by your confidence covers it with a smirk, “are you always this confident?”

“not with you,” you blurt out, not realizing your mistake until you see his face visibly turning red. he quickly turns away, pretending to add finishing touches to the painting with nothing but water on the brush.

now you realize, its time. you quickly build up your confidence, not wanting to stay in this awkward silence any longer.

“look- i don’t know how to say this. but i like you, so much.” you can see sunghoon’s mouth slightly open, eyes widening as well. you continue, “and i know your idea of love isn’t that fond. so i hope we can still be friends after this. but please take my feelings into consideration.” you slightly smile at him.

he’s still in shock when he answers. “y/n, i don’t like you back-”

you blank for the rest of his sentence. realizing now that you should have left those words unsaid. so, so many words that should’ve been left unsaid.

he stops talking, waiting for your reaction. you aren’t sure if you feel like crying or screaming, but one thing you were sure you felt was that you wanted to get out of there.

you nod in disappointment, taking your canvas and paint with an awkward goodbye. you walk away, trying your best to ignore the slight blur in your vision.

09 “SHE WHAT?”

was the first thing jay said when he told them about the date. jake gave sunghoon a look of disbelief, and heeseung laughed at him.

“dude, we know damn well she did not say that.” heeseung smirks, stifling a laugh.

sunghoon eyebrows furrow, “what? she did say that! and i don’t know how to feel! she also isn’t answering my calls so that’s why i invited you over, not to have tea and biscuits.”

jake quietly puts his tea cup down, missing when sunghoon rolls his eyes at him.

“okay so what’s your opinion on her?” jay leans slightly forward, looking at sunghoon with an eyebrow raised.

“well-” sunghoon abruptly stops. how could he put this into words?

for one he always has a smile on around you, whether it’s a smirk or a genuine smile. either work.

two, he thinks you’re pretty, like the moon in an empty sky, or a person seeing a sunset for the first time. but that would surely get him teased, so he keeps quiet on that one.

three, he thinks you’re kind, too kind for your own good. just yesterday when you had bought all the supplies for painting when you both knew he could’ve rented out the whole park for you two, or when he offered to pay for the drinks you got for your members after the time he bumped into you, to which you declined fully knowing his economic status.

yeah, you’re kind.

sunghoon barely manages to get out, “she’s… kind?”

jake scoffs, “just kind? after all the date’s you’ve had with her, you don’t think she's funny or pretty or anything?”

yeah i think a lot of things. he thinks. deciding to also keep that to himself.

“i mean she’s pretty and funny.” sunghoon blankly states, not wanting to overshare.

“c’mon dude! i know you’re thinking some poetic shit but are too scared to say it to us. we won’t judge!” heeseung argues.

jay laughs at heeseung’s last comment, knowing full well it was a lie.

sunghoon rolls his eyes for nth time, realizing he’d have to say something anyways.

“well i think she’s pretty, but like so pretty you can’t describe it.” he thinks for a moment, trying to put it simply, “also her smile,” sunghoon lets out a breathy smile. making his friends all seem disappointed.

“it literally just sounds like you’re in love with her. your girl problems are too easy,” heeseung sighs, taking a bite of the biscuit waiting to be eaten.

“well, i’m not in love with her! i just enjoy her company.”

“i enjoy jake’s company but i don't dreamily sigh about his smile,” jay adds, to which jake winks at him.

jay gives him a disgusted look, turning to focus on sunghoon and his problem.

“okay well i don’t want to be in love with her!” he says, throwing his hands in defeat.

“why? what’s so wrong with liking a girl?” heeseung asks, his voice slightly muffled by the food he was eating.

sunghoon furrows his brows in disgust. “okay, first of all, don’t talk with food in your mouth, and second of all…” he pauses, does he really want to get that personal right now?

the answer is no.

“second of all, i don’t want to fall in love just to be disappointed in the end.”

jake sighs, “man, if you don’t want to fall in love that’s fine, but just think about the good things that could come out of it.”

sunghoon nods, taking in his words. what good things would come out of it? unrequited love? heartbreaks? being married to someone else because you’re a prince?

he didn’t think anything good would come out of it.

so sunghoon decided he didn’t love you romantically. and he never would.

010 YOU WERE STILL IGNORING HIS CALLS

every text left on delivered, every call left unanswered and sunghoon didn’t know what was wrong.

well, yes he did know what was wrong but he wasn’t sure how to fix it. his friends certainly hadn’t helped and he had no one else to ask.

so maybe he had to take matters into his own hands.

his plan was to host a ball then formally invite you to it. you couldn’t decline an invitation personally from the prince could you?

then he would just go with the flow, talk to you and apologize and become friends again. easy, right?

convincing his parents to invite you to the ball was simple. even if his mom was a little uneasy, she was delighted he wanted to personally invite someone to the ball they were hosting.

for once sunghoon left them with a smile on his face.

now all he had to do was wait. he knew it would never happen but everytime he got a notification, his face lit up. frantically checking the message for any sign of the word “y/n”. but he never found one.

all sunghoon did that week was wait for a text back. it hurted his brain honestly, all his worries were constantly flooding it. everytime he tried to focus on whatever his teacher was saying he couldn’t. not when his friendship was at stake.

he wasn’t sure why he was so worried about you, considering you were just friends. but the more he thought about it, the more confused he got.

but when the day finally came, he wasn’t as ready for it as he should’ve been.

yes he mentally prepared himself, and he made sure everything at the ball was perfect. but he forgot the most important part.

planning the apology.

sunghoon wouldn’t say he was the best at apologies. when people say that the words should come from the heart he laughs. it’s not like the heart has a mouth to speak with, he always thinks. but this time, he’s really relying on those words said by others.

but stupid phrases couldn’t help now.

so, sunghoon took a deep breath. and foot by foot, he entered the ballroom.

011 HIS FACE TURNS A WARM PINK WHEN HE SAW YOU

wearing a grayish-blue gown with sparkle lined layers towards the bottom. you had a huge smile on your face, talking to another woman.

he was so busy scanning your features he hadn’t noticed all his friends crowding around him. they all continuously teased him for the love struck look in his eyes. one that i don’t have. he thinks, ignoring the comments they had made.

he notices the look in your eyes, slowly growing less happy as you scan the beautiful lady in front of you. your smile slightly falls, but still evident in your face when she leaves. you look around, locking eyes with him. your smile falls this time, not hiding the slightly dreading facial expressions you had.

sunghoon calls you over, seeing the bright smile on your face return to meet his friends.

you happily greet each of them, each sharing a small fact about themself. you try to listen to each one, even though you’ll most likely forget it in an hour.

finally, you shake sunghoons hand. ignoring the awkward tension between you two.

jake quickly starts a conversation, saying, “y/n! you were the band that played at hoon’s birthday right? what instrument did you play?”

you nod, “yeah i play the bass! i also do some singing but i’m not the lead singer,” you chuckle. jake nods, taking a sip of whatever drink he had.

you look at sunghoon finding his eyes already latched onto yours. you look away quickly ignoring the interaction.

jay senses the tension, finding an excuse to lead his friends away from you two.

sunghoon mentally lets out a sigh of relief, realizing he had to start his apology soon.

“y/n look- can we talk about last week?”

you sigh, nodding.

“i was just thinking about it and i realized how rude i was that day, and that i’m sorry for that,” he braces himself for your reaction, a wash of relief goes over him when he sees your soft smile.

honestly, you don’t even remember what he said, but he must’ve been pretty mean.

“you don’t have to be sorry for rejecting me sunghoon, i get it. let’s just move on. okay hoon?” you tease, to which sunghoon rolls his eyes, barely keeping his smile in.

he doesn’t think anyone else can call him that anymore.

sunghoon makes eye contact with his mother, urging him to join the dance floor ever so near him.

you give a knowing look to him, dragging him to the ballroom floor.

the floor is filled with people, sunghoon leads you through the people, all moving in a unison formation. you finally find an empty spot, stopping there.

he laughs, “you remember how to dance right?”

“of course i do,” you answer, placing your right hand on his shoulder, softly holding his other hand.

he starts moving you two around, twirling you and lifting you up. you two laugh every time a small stunt comes up. but for a majority of the time, you’re just waltzing around, engaging in some small talk.

“you know i’ve always wanted to play an instrument?” sunghoon asks.

you shake your head, slightly frowning, “if you told me i could’ve started teaching you how to play bass guitar!”

he laughs at your response, taking in the atmosphere around him.

sunghoon can’t ignore the fact that your hands have gotten softer than before, or that you had some makeup on that enhanced your features, or that everytime you would mess up you would laugh it off.

sunghoon can’t help but have a smile on his face around you.

he can’t help but enjoy being with you. he can’t help but look forward to spending time together. he can’t help but find you infinitely gorgeous and perfect.

he can’t help but fall in love with you.

and this time, he accepts it.

soon the music comes to an end, but you're too busy enjoying eachothers company to acknowledge it.

he randomly says, “i’m sorry for what i’m about to do.”

sunghoon knows he’ll regret this, but he does it anyway.

he plants his lips onto yours, softly kissing you. you’re shocked at first. before you return the kiss, wrapping you arms around his neck. you pull out to take a breath, looking deeply into his dark brown eyes.

he smiles at you, and you smile back.

maybe this time sunghoon will give love a try. and maybe it’ll work out for him.

012 EXTRA

this was the fourth time sunghoon had tried to sneak you out of your schedule, everytime he tried something new but it never worked.

but this time he had a new plan.

you had just finished your stage at music bank, and still had hours to go until awards were announced.

sunghoon’s job was to distract the staff, and let you sneak out unnoticed.

he arrived at the back door, starting small talk with the staff in front of the doors.

“hey have you seen my new selfie?”

“do you like this theme for the next ball?”

“which suit should i wear?” he repeatedly asks, nudging his head as a symbol for you to go.

you, watching throw a small crack in the door, open it and take off running out from the side which was slightly out of their view. you run as fast as possible. foot after foot, step after step. ignoring the weird looks sent your way, you finally stop at a familiar tree.

a few minutes later he comes running to you, waving at you.

before you say anything he tackles you into a hug, almost knocking you over.

“someone missed me huh?” you tease, softly caressing his shoulder.

“yeah i really did,” he smiles, giving you a quick peck on the cheek.

“how’d you even distract them for that long? they always keep their eyes on the door.” you furrow your brows, worried they were chasing after you.

he smirks, keeping eye contact while putting your hair behind your ear. you quickly get flustered, dropping the subject.

sunghoon truly was quite the distractor.

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In Darkness There Is Light || Across the Spider-Verse ||

Remember when you’re lost in the darkness. Look for the light.

Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x Reader

Warnings: mentions of death of a loved one, female reader (sorry guys, i’ll make male related content if anyone asks for!)

Words: 1.2K

A/N: Tiktok back at it again with the inspiration 🤧 Hope you guys enjoyed this and let me know if you want more.

Miguel was shrouded in darkness as he sat in his office, the only light coming from the screen in front of him. He was rewatching old footage, happier times before his daughter was ripped away from him. The images on the screen were of her last birthday before the universe collapsed. Gabriella was laughing at him, his face covered in frosting after she managed to trick into being the one whose face was pushed in the cake. He was laughing too, wiping away some of the frosting off his face and smearing it over her nose. He remembered that so well.

“You got me good, Gabi,” he said, letting out a small laugh with her. “But now we match.”

She laughed again and kissed her dad on the cheek, not caring if more frosting got on her.

The screen went black right after, leaving Miguel to sit in complete darkness. He didn’t care, shoulders slumped with a sullen look on his face. He didn’t have the energy to play another clip, already feeling too numb to do so. So he just sat there in silence. He didn’t even move when he heard someone step in, nor when a familiar scent filled his nose.

You walked through the dark room, your enhanced vision letting you see through as you searched for Miguel. You weren’t surprised to find him shrouded in darkness, it was basically his natural habitat. You also knew what he did here. Holing himself up and rewatching videos of the other life he once had. Sometimes he would coop himself up in here for days without any of you hearing from him.

During those times you made sure to check up on him, bringing him something to eat. It's what you were doing now, gripping the bag of food firmly in your hand. You found him sitting in front of his cyberdesk, staring blankly at nothing. You could only assume he had been watching videos again.

“Miguel,” you called out gently. “I brought you something to eat.”

He didn’t answer and you sighed, approaching him further. “You’ve been in here all day. You should eat something.”

“I’m not hungry,” he finally answered.

“Hungry or not, you still need food in your system. I brought you sopa de albondigas,” you said, a slight accent in your words. “I think I said that right… I figured something light would suffice.”

“Keep it. I said I’m not hungry,” he argued.

You sighed and set the bag down beside him. “Miguel…”

“I told you I’m not hungry. Leave me alone, I have important things to do.”

He turned to look at you, harsh glare on his face and voice raising some. He could yell at you all he wanted, you weren’t budging. “Please… eat something and talk to me.”

He stayed silent, looking back ahead and making you sigh heavily as you took a seat next to him. You reached your hand out and grabbed onto his, finding no reaction from him. You held his large hand in both of yours, finding it amazing how one hand of his equated to both of yours. You both had the same abilities, same strength that came with it yet he was significantly so much bigger. Miguel shocked you when he grabbed one of your hands, fingers lacing with yours. You smiled to yourself, gently squeezing his hand as the two of you sat in silence. It was almost peaceful, as if this is what he needed from you.

You couldn’t just sit in silence and after a moment, you spoke. “Have I ever told you how I lost my brother?”

He didn’t say anything but the shake of his head told you to continue. “It was just after I got bitten by the spider. I couldn’t have been Spider-Woman for more than 3-4 months. My brother, he was a detective, you can guess how that panned out.”

“My brother, he was all I had after our parents died. He practically raised me. I loved him, I admired him, I wanted to be a hero just like him. So when I got bit, I took it as a sign that I was meant to be just like him, even if he didn’t want me anywhere near police work.”

You paused for a moment, looking down at the tangled hands in your lap. You hadn’t noticed that your thumb was brushing over the back of Miguel’s. You knew it was meant to soothe you instead of him.

“Living with a detective made it easy to be Spider-Woman, everything he knew about a case so did I. One day I was tracking down a criminal organization that he had information on, I didn’t know he was doing the same… alone. My idiot brother thought he could take them down alone so he didn’t call for backup. He was wrong.”

You paused again, blinking rapidly to clear away any tears that threatened to spill. It's been years now since your brother died, but his death still weighed heavily on you. You never talked about it but this was a special case. You wanted Miguel to know that you knew what he was going through.

“Seeing him there, where he wasn’t supposed to be, I got distracted. My senses went all haywire that I didn’t… I didn’t see the bullet from one of the members. They got away and my brother was left bleeding out. He… He died in my arms, I couldn’t do anything to stop the blood.”

You took a deep breath, calming your nerves down and your tears. You felt Miguel squeeze your hand, this time it was him who was providing you comfort. You looked at him, his red eyes staring into yours, his eyes telling you how sorry he was. You gave him a smile, one to tell him that you were okay and continued.

“I gave up being who I am for sometime after that. It was too hard being a hero for the city when I couldn’t even save my own brother.”

“What brought you back?” he asked, finally speaking after all that time.

“It was something he used to say to me, whenever things became too much. It's funny, back then I thought it was just something he said to make me feel better. I didn’t know how much impact it would actually have as Spider-Woman,” you told him.

“What did he say, your brother?”

“He used to say; when you’re lost in the darkness, look for the light. And he was right, I just had to look for the light. I put the suit back on and became the hero my city needed. Then I found others like me, other spider-men, women, all in between. I found you, and it was like everything lit up again. I found my light. So, I know you will too.”

You gave him another smile, warmer this time and brought his hand up. You pressed your lips to it, kissing it gently before letting go and standing up. You didn’t want to keep him any longer than you should.

“Don’t forget to eat, okay?” you said, taking your leave after.

Miguel watched you leave, thinking back to your words and the cord it struck. You were right, he was finding his light again.

[oceanbaby888]

Signs From the Universe That You’re Healing: Pick A Card 🥗💭🌻🌸

Note: This is an original pick a card post from Tarotladytalks LLC. Please do not steal. Thank you. 

Hey yall!! 

It’s been a long time since I did this. Yet, I felt pulled to do this but I couldn’t decide in video or blog form since I just posted a PAC on my channel (feel free to check it out). But anyway, here we are! Let’s hear from the Universe how you’re healing, growing, and doing well. I hope you are too! 🫧🫶🏾

GIF #1

GIF #2

GIF #3

GIF #1:

-Learning to allow love in without expecting the worst. With so much air in this combination (Lovers: Gemini, The Star: Aquarius, King of Swords) the Universe is saying you’re healing because your mindset has changed, take notice of that. It has matured (King of Swords and The World) in a healthy manner. You are healthily expressing how you want to be loved and not begging. When I say love, it is not just romantic. It is how you want to be loved by all types of relationships in your life. You are not going to settle nor argue for this neither, if you have noticed. Your mindset is one of what you seek is available, and settling is almost as if you are disrespecting yourself. Wow, Pile 1, I am very proud of you. This energy is calm, yet firm. You may have even noticed that you are easily finding things you enjoy more and doing them independently. You are unafraid of the consequences of severing relationships or things that do not belong to your system of ideas and philosophies. You may have noticed that you simply feel peaceful with where you are. You are content with the decisions you make and why you make them. I’m even getting with The Lovers and The Star card that you aren’t mad at the people who have crossed you, you just saw that they weren’t a compatible fit, and with King of Swords and The World card, you simply just let them go. You may even have a new set of belief systems you follow now. What you believed in yesterday is not what you believe in today. And you’re firm on that. Amazing Pile 1. I’m very proud of you. 

GIF #2:

-You carry your burdens better these days. You don’t see your challenges as your Achilles’ heel. You seem them as more of just a block in the road that you can remove. You don’t let little things stress you out as much anymore. You are confident in the fact that you can only control so much, and life will work the rest of it out. I’m proud of you for realizing that. You realized that stress was depleting you, and as a result with the Queen of Wands you are much more happy and more energized. Maybe even people have told you lately you seem more calm and unbothered with Temperance and the 4 of swords. You realize that you’re not alone in having problems, which gave you the courage to understand how to handle what life throws at you. Not saying that with this Queen of Wands you have to face your issues alone from this point forward. No, with the Temperance, seek support where you need to. I am saying that I am proud of this new level of independence, because it seems to me you came to a point where you were tired of letting little issues and upsets control your outcome. You stopped giving it so much energy, and the Universe is saying the peace you’re feeling is a sign you’re healing. Good job, Pile 2. 

GIF #3:

-Seeing things for what they are. You may have been the type to be extremely optimistic and give everyone a chance and see the good in everyone. Yet, for some of you there may have been an incident (9 of Swords) that may have really hurt you and changed all that. Yet, the bright side is that with this Page of Cups and 4 of Pentacles, you are more careful about who you give love and help to. Here’s the thing Pile 3, there are some people in this world that do not want help or generosity. They are looking for their next victim to prey on. As harsh as it sounds, you are starting to understand that reality and it’s healing for you because you know how to protect yourself. You are also gaining wisdom (2 of wands) on what it means to be a “good person” in this world. Some of you may feel guilty for putting your foot down, but the Universe is telling you you’re doing the right thing by doing so. There is nothing wrong with protecting yourself and your own self interest. It reminds me of that Bible quote of “Turn the other cheek” and “Forgive thy enemies” which is true, but not to the extent you allow others to prey on your kindness and altruism. I’m glad you are starting to understand this Pile 3. You don’t have to stick with this energy from this point on. 2 of wands here talks about balance and when you NEED to act this way with others. And newsflash, 9 times of out 10 when you do put your foot down, people leave you the hell alone. If they  make you feel bad, curse you, or even go out their way to slander you (which I hope they aren’t but it happens), just know you are protected with this 4 of Pentacles. 4 of Pentacles is ruled by Capricorn. And Saturn does not let nasty people off the hook at all! So I can’t say not to worry about those people, because you’re human and energy like that is stressful. But what I can say is don’t let up on your boundaries and know that you deserve to be treated with respect just as much as you respect others. It’s not your fault that those people don’t know how to accept good people when they come. That’s their karma, not yours. Keep progressing, Pile 3. 

Thanks for tuning in.

Claude 🦋❤️

[copiousloverofcopia]

The final smaller commission is done!

And it's a spicy one for my dearest Ghestie @vampghoulette featuring her Ghoulette OC Caldera!

Thank you so much for commissioning me! I hope you like it!

As always commissions are open and I have an interesting one I am working on now I hope you all will enjoy soooooo without further ado...

Selfless

Caldera, an hardworking and selfless Ghoulette begins to feel anxious about the upcoming Re-Impera tour. Knowing Copia's time is coming to and end she struggles during preparations for the tour. As she tries to help Copia and Aether find out how she's feeling and help ease her concerns in more ways than one.

Also available HERE on AO3!

Definitely NSFW below the cut!

It was yet another long day in the books for the Abbey. Papa was gearing up to set back out on the second leg of his tour and everyone else was pulling together to get him there. The aptly named Re-Imperatour dates were fast approaching and all the siblings and ghouls alike were preparing for the band’s departure. Their humble abode filled with the buzzing energy of endless checklists, desperately needing to be completed, and the hum of conversation. Everyone, speculating on what was to happen next.

The burden held on the backs of all those involved was lightened just a little with the help of one very benevolent ghoulette. Caldera, or Dera as Aeth first came to call her, was a quintessential part of the Ministry. Her tireless need to help with the loads of others, only out weighted by the desire to bury down her own. She was always at the aid of one person or another, her selfless ways catching the attention of the reigning Papa on more than one occasion.

“Oh christ Dew, why is it you always have to make such a damn mess of things.” Caldera huffed, wiping away the sweat that had plastered her short platinum locks to her brow. Her small horns, pulsing with the ache of her head. She was stressed to be sure and needed to rest, but still knelt down to pick up the spread of papers covering the floor. Another tiff between Aether and Dew, leaving Copia’s office looking like closing at an old stock exchange. She didn’t mind the distraction if she were honest.

The looming thoughts of the end of the tour worried her. Knowing that her Papa’s end may come sooner rather than later. The uncertainty of what type of END that would be, weighing heavy on her heart. That reason alone was enough today to send her out on a quest to keep busy and help out.

She needed to run from it—hide. Pretend it wasn’t a dark shadow that followed her every thought since Copia, her once beloved Cardinal became Papa. The others were gone, taken by a thief in the night, one that was never revealed. Their bodies made effigies in service to the Clergy. An atrocity that Caldera couldn’t bare to have happen to her Papa.

No, you can’t think like that, she thought to herself, both thanking and cursing Dew for the mess. Her thoughts, now fixed on her fellow ghoul’s antics, made her roll her eyes and continue picking papers. Crawling behind the desk as she followed the mess, finding even more waiting for her. She had almost finished, only a few slips remaining as Papa and Aether appeared in the doorway. Caldera hidden from view behind Copia’s large antique desk. The two of them clearly in the middle of a conversation.

“I told you he’s an absolute gremlin.” Aether hissed.

“Is that one of those little brown and white fluffy things from the film you all were watching in the common room last week?” Copia asked, neither him nor Aether realizing the ghoulette was in the room.

“Nawh…I mean kinda…only he’s the thing they become after eating after midnight.”

“Huh that explains a lot.” Copia chuckled, looking over his floor to see it free and clear—say for the stain on the rug he still hoped had escaped Sister’s notice. “I thought you all had it out in here?”

“We did.” Aether explained, trying to figure out how everything looked untouched.

“Si well…all is—” Copia commented, rounding his desk to take a seat when he caught sight of Caldera sitting on her knees behind it. “...oh ghuleh?! What are you doing down there?” Copia asked her, reaching out his hand for her to take. The ghoulette grabbed it, hosting herself up to her feet and brushing off her knees as she stood. Aether shot her a wide toothy grin. One that was reminiscent of Swiss.

“Seems we had some help. Dera to the rescue.” he smirked as she tapped the papers into a reasonable stack and sat them down on the desk.

“Indeed. Cara what are you still doing running around? I thought I told you to take a break from things hours ago.” Copia said, titling his head as he awaited her acknowledgement. Caldera sunk into her shoulders, feeling Papa’s ire, as well placed as it was. He had told her to take a break, an order she had completely disregarded. She averted her eyes to the floor before answering, unable to look him in the eye.

“I’m sorry Papa there were a few other things that still needed my help and well I came to ask you a question and found the office a frightful mess…and well I couldn’t help but clean it… you know?” she said, giving a cautious smile. Copia smiled back, he wasn’t mad so much as worried. He could see how much she gave of herself to the others, the Ministry—to him. His heart, swelling with his affection for her more and more with each passing day.

“It’s alright. Now tell us what's wrong?” Copia ordered, Caldera’s steel blue eyes widening with his words. It was more than obvious to both Papa and his ghoul that she was hiding from something. All the work and task jugginging, making it that much more apparent to them.

“Papa I–” she began, her remorseful tone just barely audible.

“Seriously Dera, you've been over doing it even more than usual lately, What’s going on?” Aether chimed in, eliciting a glare from the ghoulette.

“I know there has been a lot happening around here and the tour is just around the corner…but you can relax cara. It’s almost over.”

“That's just it.” she let slip, leaning up against the desk and putting her hand over her face, trying to hide the tears that wanted to give way.

“Cara?” Copia asked, taking her hand down and seeing the pained look in her eyes. Copia glanced back to Aether who quickly made his way to Caldera’s side. His hand held tight to her shoulder as Copia spoke once more. “Cara mia…why are you crying?”

“It’s just like you said. The tour is almost over and that means…that means—” she explained, cutting herself out before she could say the words. She didn’t need to, both Papa and Aether knew exactly what she meant.

“Caldera, dolce…nothing is going to happen to me. I’m not going anywhere.” Copia assured her, closing the small distance between them and staring deep into her eyes. His duochromatic gaze sending hellfire to her core. She wanted him, there was no doubt about it. Her and Aether had been lovers, now only occasional bedfellows in recent months. The things between them being nothing too serious—but with Copia, Caldera’s whole body ached for him.

She often had wondered to herself if this was what the mortals referred to as love. She snapped back to reality, pulling back as her incessant self doubt hit her like the falling of snow of an avalanche. Who could love her? When she looked at herself all she ever saw was a pale gray ghoulette, a bit too curvy for her own liking—nothing special.

“I’m sorry Papa…I should go.” she told them, pushing back both her Papa and Aether as she tried to make a b-line for the door. Copia turned quickly to catch her hand, pulling her back to face him.

“Cara? Why are you leaving? Do you not wish to be with me, with us?” Papa asked her.

“Never had any issue with me before.” Aether laughed, both Copia and Cardela giving him the look of death.

“No…I mean…it’s just well… I don’t want this to be…be out of pity Papa and that's exactly what it is.” she stated plainly, a look of offense falling over Copia’s face.

“I’m sorry Cardela, you don’t owe your Papa anything like that. I apologize for my forwardness. No one should partake in the sin of lust out of pity.” Copia responded, clearly misjudging the intent of her words.

“Papa! No no…You are amazing, wonderful, and..” Caldera gulped, “incredibly sexy…it’s me that isn’t.” she explained, her words were soft yet heavy with sadness.

“Oh Dera.” Aether sighed, watching her struggle to hold it together. She turned away from them once more, and again Copia whipped her back around to face him. The tears were beginning to run down her cheeks.

“Cara mia, you are gorgeous and worth every bit of worship that I’d have to give…and I desperately wish to give it.” he said, his eyes falling to her pouty lips as he took them with his own. A kiss so passionate and deep Caldera couldn’t deny his feelings were true. She slowly pulled back, slowly opening her eyes and completely entranced by his kiss.

“I–I didn’t think you saw me that way.” Caldera explained, still breathless from his kiss.

“Caldera, dolce…I see you that way.” he told her, bringing her hand down to the bulge that pressed tight from beneath his pants. She let out a gasp, her pussy continuing to throb at the thought of him taking her. “I can assure you cara mia…there’s no pity here. I burn for you.”

“Oh Papa!” the ghoulette moaned, feeling his cock twitch beneath her hand. Aether came around behind her, taking in her scent as he inhaled along the line of her neck. Burying his nose behind her ear—breathing heavy and intentioned.

“Papa what do you say we show Dera just how desirable she is…what do you think?” the ghoul suggested, his hot breath tingling her skin and the ache between her legs growing as she melted against Aether. Copia quickly brought his lips back to hers. Both the ghoul and Papa’s hands slipping over her body, Aether’s fingers running up underneath her dress and Copia’s over her soft belly and settling just below her breasts.

“Oh sweet Satanas…I want this so much but…but are you sure Papa.” she asked, barely able to get out the words as Aether’s claws grazed the outside of her panties. Her wet cunt calling out to them. Both Copia and his ghoul, ready to devour her in all ways conceivable. Her Papa smiled against her lips, caressing the swell of her breast as he spoke.

“I am very sure cara.” he groaned. And just like that it was decided. Caldera’s two lovers, stupefied by her beauty—beauty too long denied by her own mind. They pulled off articles of clothing, tossing vestments carelessly across the room as they raced to be inside her. Copia looked over to Aether as if to lay claim. His white eye, burning and piercing with his desire. The ghoul, understanding that she belonged to Papa now and that it was only by the grace of Asmodeus that her body be shared between them.

The ghoulette, hesitant to be seen, barely allowed Aether to remove her dress. Her arms finding their way across her—trying to hide what she could from their hungry eyes. Copia took her arms and opened them up wide before them. Holding them out to her side as he took her in.

“Oh cara. Sei la creatura più bella che penso di aver mai visto.”he growled, wasting no time as he tore off her panties. Bringing his mouth to her neck and grazing her skin with his teeth, the sensation, traveling all the way to her core. Aether stayed behind her, his arm wrapped around and fingers finding their way along her folds. Copia stroked his hard cock in his hand, watching as the ghoul pushed inside her.

“Oh Papa I need you, both of you.” she moaned, feeling Aether pumping them inside her. The slick from her cunt, sticky and shiny along his fingers. Caldera, unable to help but move herself on them. Hips rolling with Aether’s rhythm—her first orgasm well on its way to fruition.

“Ghoul is that pussy ready for me.” Copia purred as he brought a nipple into his mouth. Tongue flicking over the peaked flesh as the Papa groaned with need.

“More than ready.” Aether reported, his own cock pressing into the curve of Cardela’s ass.

“Aeth… go sit on the desk I have an idea.” Copia said, the ghoul slipping his fingers out from inside her. Caldera whined at the loss, her thighs covered in her own fluids as Aether took his position on the desk. “No worries cara, I will stuff that needy cunt in just a moment. Now be a good girl and put Aeth’s cock in your mouth. Pleasure him—pleasure him like you want me to pleasure you.” She nodded, approaching Aether. His cock throbbing in his fist as she placed her hands on the tops of his thighs to gain balance.

Caldera turned to face Copia, ready for his instruction. He walked behind her, his fingertips slipping down her spine and over the small of her back before reaching the meat of her ass. Marveling in her beauty as he brought his own fingers inside her. The ghoulette raised up her pelvis, helping Copia ease his fingers inside as she backed into them. Fucking herself on his hand as he watched. HIs leaky cock begging to fill her and his breathing hitched.

“Suck his cock cara.” he commanded, the ghoulette doing exactly as told. Her hands, running over Aether’s thighs as the head of his cock slipped through her lips and met with the back of her throat. She began to moan, the hum sending the ghoul’s head back in pleasure. Copia continuing to fuck her with his right hand. His left, stroking himself until he was satisfied and ready.

“Oh fuck baby…just like that.” Aether hissed, his teeth clenched as he tried to hold back from cumming inside Caldera’s throat.

“Mmm…” Caldrea moaned, the sound muffled with the swell of Aether’s huge cock in her mouth. Her noises, sending a shock straight to Copia’s cock.

“Oh Caldera, born of fire and earth. Mia dea oscura. I must have you now.” Copia growled, his cock making quick work of sliding through her folds. Gathering up just a bit of her slick before pushing straight into her core.

“Oh fuck!” Caldera called out, mumbled by the girth of Aether’s cock still in her mouth. She went back to work, running her tongue along his shaft and pushing her hips backward with each of Copia’s thrusts as he fucked into her. His cock, deliciously filling her out—her walls hugged tightly to him. Copia grabbed a handful of her hips in each hand as he thrusted inside her.

Copia shoved himself deep, rolling his hips along and relishing the feel of her soft cunt squeezing him inside. His pelvis hitting the back of her thighs and ass over and over as he took her. Cardella moaned and whined. So full of both Aether and her Papa, a divinely lascivious feeling she would never get enough of. Papa continued his ministrations, huffing and puffing, unable to hold back his desperate need to make her cum. The wet sounds of sex filling the space around them as they took her.

“Oh cara, so perfect for me, your pussy was made for me to fill it. Such a good ghuleh, taking your Papa’s cock so well. Mmm… Cum for me cara mia. Show the old himself how good the ghoul and I make you feel.” Copia moaned. Caldera was drunk in her own pleasure. Never before had she been so intoxicated by the feel of someone else inside her. Not even her own fingers had managed to fulfill her as much as Papa had. She felt Aether’s cock twitch inside her mouth. Lapping hard against the underside of his shaft as she felt his thigh muscles tensing beneath her palms. He grunted, tail twitching violently behind him as he grabbed for her wrists.

“Yes! Yes! That's it Dera…make me cum!” the ghoul cried as his body released, ropes of hot cum spilling into the back of the ghoulettes throat. The salty savory taste of his orgasm, filling her mouth before she swallowed it back.

“Mmm… ah!” she cried out, Copia fucking into her harder, pounding his throbbing cock relentlessly into her most sensitive bundle of nerves. A cluster of ribbed flesh that lay along her top wall, pressed over and over again as he fucked her. Her cunt began to tremble, the pure ecstasy felt as he took her making her drool. Her pussy fluttering around Copia’s endowment like the beating of wings. In one swoop Copia wrapped his arm around her, helping force the ghoulette down harder against his girth as he sensed her impending orgasm.

“That's right cara mia cum for your Papa! Make me cum for you!” Copia cried out, his mouth falling open as Caldera began to clamp down on him.

“Oh yes! Papa! Yes! Yes! I'm cumming!” she screamed, a smile spreading across Aether’s satisfied face as he watched them. Copia closed his eyes, letting go as he came hard inside her. His boisterous moans, billowing out into the halls as he filled her so full that the cum leaked out between them. Cardella’s thighs drenched the waters of their satisfaction as he stayed still locked inside. Within moments, the two of them all collapsed onto the floor. Their bodies, drained of energy and their shared blissful moment began to settle and still.

“Now that was good.” Aether laughed, running his claws along Cardella’s thigh. All three of them sank down to the floor, taking up roots in front of the desk—a pool of flesh and sin. The three of them, completely unashamed as the men held the ghoulette in their arms. Cardella cozied up against her Papa—nuzzling into his neck and deeply inhaling his scent.

“Papa…ah…thank you.” she whispered, Copia lifting her chin up to face him. Her eyes once again glossing over with the threat of tears.

“For what Cara, the sex? That dolce was all you.” Copia hummed satisfactorily as he looked into her eyes.

“No…not that. For reassuring me and uh…accepting me…you know as I am. For making me feel beautiful.”

“Cara…you were always beautiful. Never forget that.” Copia began, Cardella nodding her head as Aether nudged her with his horns to gain attention. The evening had come to an end and now it was time to leave. Copia laughed as he attempted to stand up, “...now let’s say we get up and go back to my chambers to cuddle… you know before I have another stain to worry about hiding.”

Cardella laughed. A hardy laugh that comes from a place of true happiness. She would still give of herself selflessly. She would still worry about her Papa and his future—and she knew that there would always be a part of her that doubted she was beautiful. She knew however, that whenever he was around that she was held and all was right in the world. Cardella braced herself to stand as she spoke, her legs wobbly from her endeavors and a smile gracing her face.

“Sounds good to me.”

Notes:

Sei la creatura più bella che penso di aver mai visto. - You are the most beautiful creature I think I have ever seen.

Mia dea oscura- my dark goddess

[depressed-teacup-inc]

Jubilation is… weird

Hi yes hello new episode came out and I’m judging it.

Ok summarizing the episode, this marinette doppelgänger appears out of nowhere and is apparently pretending to be ladybug to help her out, which is obviously really weird and not ok and when Marinette finds out, she should have really just transformed into Ladybug and and talked to her calmly (not Lila style, I still believe Marinette made her own bed when it came to Lila)

Does she do that?! NO! She just tries to look through this girl’s (I don’t remember her name nor do I care to) PRIVATE INFORMATION AND DEVICES and ends up stealing it and accidentally framing that girl as Ladybug and putting her in danger.

…but it’s the rings responsible for this guys

And also by that logic, how the hell has Gabriel not caught Adrien? He has an alliance ring too! Wouldn’t he be tracked as well? What’s the logic here anymore???

Which speaking of, my boy is always done dirty in this show, Monarch literally forces Chat to cataclysm him the other episode and Chat has a mental breakdown about how it’s wrong and how there’s a person behind the mask, but now he’s having murderous urges? Where is the consistent characterization?

And about that dream… listen I wish I could take it seriously but the combo of Chat with a mustache, tho terrifying CGI Renesmee babies, and them still being 15? Bro I couldn’t take it seriously at all

(Also people still cheering just ladybug but ok chat’s just a love interest and yes man this season)

(This is demonic looking)

And the freaking alliance rings…

Ok now that the episode released, I’m gonna talk about my thoughts on the rings in details now that I saw them in action, but I’m still gonna make a full analysis post because lord we need them.

Ok so these fuckers make no sense. Number 1, if a cracked miraculous is dangerous to use, how the hell are these rings still functioning whatsoever? Like the peacock could barely even power up and it had a crack! The only logical answer is that somehow from the peacock miraculous fix recipe Gabe and Natalie gained in season 3, they reverse engineered all the miraculouses to be rings? Which is already a stretch

And further more, how the hell are the Kwamis just absorbed snd transferred with the alliance rings?! The entire principle of the miraculous is that you need the Kwami to transform because (as Thomas Astruc decided to post on his Twitter) Kwamis feed off the energy of the person and food to give them super powers right?!

SO THE RINGS BASICALLY BREAK EVERY FUCKING RULE?! LIKE IS GABRIEL TRANSFORMED WITH THE RINGS?! AND HOW DOES HE JUST ABSORB THE KWAMIS THROUGH THEIR MAGIC CAGES?! AND HOW DID THEY EVEN FIND ENOUGH MATERIALS TO MAKE MIRACULOUS SPECIAL RINGS TO PROVIDE FOR AN ENTIRE CITY WHEN THIS MATERIAL WAS SEEN AS A RARITY BEFOREHAND?! NOTHING MAKES SENSE ANYMORE I QUIT!

Again I will make a more organized post for these fuckers, this is me just angry and confused right now

Anyways I’m gonna go have nightmares about these babies, byeeee

[whats-wild-to-you]

Abandoned (Jay Park AU)

- Strategic Decisions - 

“Jaebum?”

“Hoseok?”

The two men stood in front of each other in the middle of nowhere. Surely this wasn’t a coincidence.

“Why are you here?”

“I could ask you the same thing!”

Slowly and simultaneously, both men pulled out their phones, displaying the same disturbing message.

“Any idea who sent it?”

Jay stared at Ho-Seok, while the latter stared at his phone.

“Whoever it is, why would they send it to you too?”

Jay couldn’t help but think that the other man knew something. Time was running out while Jay tried his hardest not to lose his cool. He needed to stay focused. Sophia was most likely in danger.

“If you know something, speak up! We might be running out of time!”

Defeated, Ho-Seok slumped to the ground, holding his head in his hands.

At first Jay couldn’t understand what he was mumbling so he ordered him to speak louder.

“My father!”

Ho-Seok’s voice echoed in the distance. Jay saw the conflicted look on the man’s face but he also knew Ho-Seok was someone who easily crumbled under pressure.

“What about him?”

He tried to sound as calm as possible, allowing for the other man to gather his thoughts. It looked like Ho-Seok needed to find courage to continue speaking.

“He’s been suspicious of you two for a while now. Even told me you were a thing and showed me photos of you together as evidence.”

Jay swallowed hard. The issue was more serious than he thought. Sophia’s life was indeed in danger.

“Are you telling me he took her?”

Ho-Seok stared at Jay defiantly. He understood the severity of the situation but didn’t understand why Jay was so worked up.

“You know my father as well as I do.”

Jay looked around, but there was nothing. Just wasteland. The address was an old factory building that had been demolished a couple months ago and there was no other building around.

Just when Jay opened his mouth, he and Ho-Seok received another text as both men’s phones went off at the same time.

Did you really think it would be that easy? You have to work for it, of course! It will be a test to see who cares about Sophia more.

This time the text read Sang-Woo all over and Jay angrily looked at Ho-Seok.

“So Father was right after all.”

Ho-Seok countered instead. He was furious, but wouldn’t waste his energy on fighting Jay. He knew he needed to find Sophia.

“We better split up. That way one of us might actually be able to find her.”

Ho-Seok suggested and walked away. Jay shook his head before he put his phone away and walked in the opposite direction.

Sophia slowly came back to her senses, cautiously listening in for any noises around her before she opened her eyes. It took her a few minutes to adjust to the complete darkness. Soon she realized she was alone. It looked like she was in some kind of shed. Without realizing she wasn’t tied up this time she got up off the wooden floor and walked to the door. Of course it was locked up but Sophia had to at least try to escape. Nothing scared her this time nor was she panicking. Instead she was mad. Furious. At Sang-Woo. At Ho-Seok. There was no way her husband didn’t know what his own father was doing. Her thoughts circled back to Jay. Would he notice her absence? How long would it take for him to realize she disappeared before he went to look for her.

But then she remembered. Releasing a breath, she sat back down. This time, all she had to do was wait. Whether Ho-Seok knew about this or not, he definitely knew Sophia would be meeting her father-in-law today. At the very least he would ask his father about her whereabouts if she didn’t show up.

So she sat there, eyes closed, trying to make out any sounds that would help her determine where exactly she was locked up. But all she was met with was complete silence. She remembered how Sang-Woo’s driver left the main highway and drove down a narrow road for a while, figuring she might as well be in the middle of nowhere right now. Time felt like it stood still. Then suddenly she heard noises. It sounded like footsteps on dry grass.

Instantly her mind went to Jay. Anticipating the moment he would break down the door, her excitement remained at bay when Ho-Seok stood in front of her.

For what felt like hours they just stood in front of each other, with Sophia staring at Ho-Seok, while he avoided her glaring eyes.

“Are you hurt?”

“No. I just want to leave.”

Sophia intentionally refrained from saying she wanted to go home. She wasn’t sure about anything anymore, constantly asking herself if she would be safe with Ho-Seok while he drove back to Seoul.

“I’m going to talk to my father in the morning.”

So he knew, Sophia thought, and somehow that made her even angrier at her husband. Had she been clear-minded, she would’ve asked for a divorce right then and there. Instead, she let her husband drive her back home and even run a hot bath for her. After a short and turbulent night’s’ sleep, she woke up the next morning, confronting Ho-Seok right away.

“We should get a divorce.”

When Sophia looked at him, he looked taken aback and hurt.

“Soph, why don’t I t-”

“Talking to your father won’t make his actions undone. I don’t feel safe here anymore.”

Ho-Seok nodded, agreeing to contact his lawyer right away. Sophia noticed the defeated look on his face. Sure, it wasn’t his fault, and it was unfair that Ho-Seok had to pay for his father’s mistakes but it was also her only chance to get away from Sang-Woo before he inflicted serious harm on her.

“Let me at least make breakfast, there’s something you need to know.”

His eyes were pleading with her, and she nodded reluctantly before sitting down in the dinning room.

“Father hired a private detective to stalk you. He suspected that something was going on between you and Jay, even showed me photos of you leaving your old apartment building together. I’m not defending his behavior but I guess he wanted to put us both to the test. You see, Jay was there too last night. He and I received the same text. It was an address but when we arrived, there was nothing there. So we split up to look for you. Eventually I found you and texted Jay about it.”

When Jay read Ho-Seok’s text the night before he stormed to his car and sped off. Back in the mansion, he called Minsoo to his office.

“Any luck?”

“We secured some blueprints put we can’t know for sure if these are current ones. You know Lee Sang-Woo remodeled his mansion.”

“Doesn’t matter. We need to try anyway. But don’t do anything just yet. I need to talk to someone first.”

Jay’s emotions had been all over the place since he drove back to Seoul last night.

Rather than driving back to the mansion he’d much rather go to Ho-Seok’s apartment and drag Sophia out of there.

Dialing Ho-Seok’s number, Jay cleared his throat before the man on the other end answered.

“How is she feeling?”

‘Fine. I offered to talk to my father but now I’m not so sure it would do much good. Maybe we’ll just forget any of this ever happened.’

Jay remained silent. He was too outraged to speak.

‘I still don’t know why my father felt the need to play this trick on us and scare Sophia like that, but I won’t let this one slide.’

“That’s good. Since I could use your help.”

‘I’m not going to fight against my father if that’s what you’re asking!’

“Then will you allow him to mess with your wife?”

Jay uttered visibly disturbed and noticed how Ho-Seok pondered.

‘What do you want from me?’

“Tell me where Sang-Woo’s vault is.”

Jay had been looking for a way to defeat Sang-Woo for a while now. Actually he had been looking for it since the older male had brought up the topic of marrying Sophia to his son for the first time. Finally, with the help of Minsoo he found Sang-Woo’s weak spot, his Achilles heel.

The vault was Sang-Woo’s leverage. The card up his sleeve. If only Jay could get his hands on it, Sang-Woo would be done for.

‘I don’t know wh-’

“Stop playing dumb! Are you going to help me or not?”

Jay was yelling into the phone. Minsoo and Dohyun happened to walk by his office at that moment and stormed in when they heard their boss’s voice.

‘Under one condition.’

Smiling content, Jay silently nodded towards the two men who immediately walked out of his office to prepare for their mission.

***

- The Cleanup -

[untimelytales]

[ jonathan bailey, cis man, he/him. ] ✧･ﾟ is that [ edward gracey ] who just stumbled into town? rumour has it that they’re the [ thirty-four ] year old originally hailing from [ the haunted mansion ]. if they had to choose a side they would consider themself [ good ]. i’ve also heard that they’re [ courteous ] but [ reclusive ] and have [ one ] child. i could almost swear i heard [ love is pain - finneas ] playing when they appeared.

edward was born to george gracey, inheriting the mansion at seventeen when his father died of illness. at the time, the mansion did have ghosts haunting its halls, but were usually overshadowed by the active humans that lived there. edward was sure he’d seen and talked with a few when he was a child, but ‘grew out’ of the belief as he got older. and, older he had to quickly become once he was the head of the house.

the many gatherings that used to fill the spaces of the large mansion slowed down quite a bit, edward only hosting parties sparingly throughout the year. he didn’t have the energy and desire that his father did nor did he want to be compared to the man. he treasured his personal time and space, longing for the gentle and calming silence over the chatter of people and music. but, that didn’t mean he couldn’t find some enjoyment in the balls that were thrown.

at one such ball, edward found himself in bed with one of the patrons – an incredibly rare occurrence. and, unaware, that moment was what gave way to the creation of his one and only son. however, edward would never meet his son while living. before kieran was left on the doorstep of his mansion, the weight of the world had pushed edward to taking his own life. he found little to no reason to continue on as he was – especially when moments of joy were fleeting and far between. unfortunately, his soul was bound to the mansion and he was never allowed to move on.

as a spirit, he and the other expired residents of the mansion raised kieran. edward felt incredible guilt for not being alive and rearing his son in such a state, but it only made him all the more determined to ensure kieran was given everything he could. edward taught kieran everything he knew and never told the boy about his mother – selfishly afraid kieran would choose to be with her and abandon him and the mansion. fortunately or unfortunately, kieran’s twenty-fifth birthday spelt his end. the boy joined his father in the after life, edward blaming himself for it and shutting himself away even more.

memory trigger: participating in or witnessing a sword fight – something he’d taught kieran.

                           basics:                               full name:  edward george gracey                               nicknames:  n/a                               gender:  cis man                               pronouns:  he / him                               sexuality:  queer                               age:  34                               occupation:  aristrocrat                               species:  ghost

                           appearance:                               faceclaim:  jonathan bailey                               height:  5′11''                               eyes:  brown                               hair:  brown                               piercings:  n/a                               tattoos:  n/a                               other distinguishing features:  n/a                               style:  dated formal

                           personality:                               traits:  courteous, reclusive, open-minded, stubborn                               likes:  gentle music, dancing, writing, interior design                               dislikes:  aggressive music, children, hyperactivity                               fears:  failing as a father                               phobias:  n/a                               hobbies:  reading, writing, design                               skills:  latin, sword fighting, hosting                               quirks:  n/a                               pet peeves:  n/a

                           family:                               mother:  unknown                               father:  george gracey                               siblings:  n/a                               birth order:  only                               spouse / lover:  n/a                               children:  kieran gracey                               pets:  n/a                               notable close relatives:  n/a

[ourlastpage]

[ jonathan bailey, cis man, he/him. ] ✧･ﾟ is that [ edward gracey ] who just stumbled into town? rumour has it that they’re the [ thirty-four ] year old originally hailing from [ the haunted mansion ]. if they had to choose a side they would consider themself [ good ]. i’ve also heard that they’re [ courteous ] but [ reclusive ] and have [ one ] child. i could almost swear i heard [ love is pain - finneas ] playing when they appeared.

edward was born to george gracey, inheriting the mansion at seventeen when his father died of illness. at the time, the mansion did have ghosts haunting its halls, but were usually overshadowed by the active humans that lived there. edward was sure he’d seen and talked with a few when he was a child, but ‘grew out’ of the belief as he got older. and, older he had to quickly become once he was the head of the house.

the many gatherings that used to fill the spaces of the large mansion slowed down quite a bit, edward only hosting parties sparingly throughout the year. he didn’t have the energy and desire that his father did nor did he want to be compared to the man. he treasured his personal time and space, longing for the gentle and calming silence over the chatter of people and music. but, that didn’t mean he couldn’t find some enjoyment in the balls that were thrown.

at one such ball, edward found himself in bed with one of the patrons – an incredibly rare occurrence. and, unaware, that moment was what gave way to the creation of his one and only son. however, edward would never meet his son while living. before kieran was left on the doorstep of his mansion, the weight of the world had pushed edward to taking his own life. he found little to no reason to continue on as he was – especially when moments of joy were fleeting and far between. unfortunately, his soul was bound to the mansion and he was never allowed to move on.

as a spirit, he and the other expired residents of the mansion raised kieran. edward felt incredible guilt for not being alive and rearing his son in such a state, but it only made him all the more determined to ensure kieran was given everything he could. edward taught kieran everything he knew and never told the boy about his mother – selfishly afraid kieran would choose to be with her and abandon him and the mansion. fortunately or unfortunately, kieran’s twenty-fifth birthday spelt his end. the boy joined his father in the after life, edward blaming himself for it and shutting himself away even more.

memory trigger: participating in or witnessing a sword fight – something he’d taught kieran.

                           basics:                               full name:  edward george gracey                               nicknames:  n/a                               gender:  cis man                               pronouns:  he / him                               sexuality:  queer                               age:  34                               occupation:  aristrocrat                               species:  ghost

                           appearance:                               faceclaim:  jonathan bailey                               height:  5′11’’                               eyes:  brown                               hair:  brown                               piercings:  n/a                               tattoos:  n/a                               other distinguishing features:  n/a                               style:  dated formal

                           personality:                               traits:  courteous, reclusive, open-minded, stubborn                               likes:  gentle music, dancing, writing, interior design                               dislikes:  aggressive music, children, hyperactivity                               fears:  failing as a father                               phobias:  n/a                               hobbies:  reading, writing, design                               skills:  latin, sword fighting, hosting                               quirks:  n/a                               pet peeves:  n/a

                           family:                               mother:  unknown                               father:  george gracey                               siblings:  n/a                               birth order:  only                               spouse / lover:  n/a                               children:  kieran gracey                               pets:  n/a                               notable close relatives:  n/a

[babypinkhearts]

leisure. - e.y

pairing: eren yeager + fem!reader

warnings: MANGA SPOILERS, mention of death, blood, unconsciousness, angst, small alternations to plot

a/n: to the non-manga readers, i hope this makes it’s way back to you when s4 is completely finished. and to my beloved loyal readers - may this make up for my long absence. i appreciate all of you loads, thank you for your patience <3

and if it wasn’t for him - where would you be?

not here.

the hands shaking your limbs felt numb. it was faint, but you couldn’t bother to pay attention to their restless movements.

you knew it was armin who had been attempting to keep you conscious. his shaky pleads and silent sobs were recognizable, despite your inability to actually see what was going on.

armin had his breaking points. there were times where his emotions were too grave to bottle in.

his first human kill back in the walls was the first real time.

he was physically ill for days. a depression struck him, and you would be lying if you told him you didn’t feel the same after your first kill. for that whole week, all of your comrades were quiet. you were killers.

there were brief moments before that too.

your first encounter with titans was one of grim detail.

you remembered now why armin’s cries had sounded unsettlingly familiar.

grief. shock.

the moment in which you had both thought eren had been killed by a titan.

the heavens know how much of a burden would have been taken off your shoulders if he really did die that day.

but, you couldn’t admit that.

you couldn’t say that.

regardless, you were certain he despised you.

“y/n.”

he had said your name with that same stoic expression he seemed to always have now on his face.

his tone was bitter - cold. a word which had once sounded heavenly among his lips now sounded dull.

you missed the light in his eyes. his smile. anything to tell you he was really there. this was a husk beside you, not a real boy.

“why have you made it this far?”

truthfully, you never understood the true implications of his words.

in living, had he meant to say?

how have you lived so long?

the lack of explanation left you uneasy.

was he expecting your death? was that something he was expecting to happen soon?

it was more of your anxiety filling in the uncertain gaps.

and now-

had he expected you to cause your own death?

he had stared at you for a quiet time afterwards.

that was the last time you had interacted with eren. the last time he had spoken words to you, or even spared a glance in your direction.

he was not dead, and even then you couldn’t help but feel it would hurt less if he was.

it was a cruel thing. losing someone so suddenly.

now, he wished to alter your future.

a future you had imagined with him. with children, settled down within the walls.

some part of you wished paradis had stayed naive to the new-found information of titan origins. that part also hated every single thing about marley.

of course, your life had never been normal. you were a scout. your teenage years had been spent on daily suicide missions. tomorrow was never certain.

but,

maybe you could’ve stayed peaceful. as peaceful as it could have been. however, the curiosity of your comrades betrayed that wish. you among them.

how cruel.

it was harder to keep your eyes open now.

you wouldn’t last much longer.

good, you thought.

you were sick of fighting something that seemed so distant.

on the floor, you lay, awaiting for your breaths to slow to an eventual stop.

it was painful to breathe, and you didn’t want to open your eyes. that was painful too. looking at armin’s terrified expression.

it sort of reminded you of a rainy sky. however, his eyes were too precious to have tears among them.

you could not find it in your heart to tell him to keep his composure. nor, did you think you had the energy to.

he was smart enough to know you would not be leaving the battlefield with him.

“y-you’re okay, you’re okay.” he would whisper in broken chants, his voice hushed as he stroked the top of your hair, making sure to spot some sort of life in your eyes.

his other hand was busy pressing down on your stomach with uncomfortable force.

you were bleeding out, now you knew.

that is why your head felt light.

why everything seemed to feel distant.

the ground beside you seemed to shake as if someone else had hit it, and suddenly you felt another pair of hands pressing down on to your stomach. they were much rougher with their movements.

you flinched, startled.

no matter how many people would come to compress your blood - there would be no difference in the outcome.

it was pointless.

but, their desperate minds weren’t thinking straight, and you once again could not blame them for that.

in your half-conscious state, you managed to make out the other person.

mikasa.

she was speaking loudly to armin. her words were coherent - she didn’t stumble a single time. but she was fast, and she was panicking.

your eyes met hers. they were beautiful. and suddenly, full of fear. there, you watched as she hastily averted her gaze from yours. you caught the reflection of faint tears.

her head bowed down, though the pressure she had on your stomach did not falter.

at that moment, you had realized she did not want to scare armin further.

she was silent in her realization. she saw the look in your eyes. she could tell.

how bad was it?

your mind started to betray you.

the majority of it had begun to take the journey over to where you would later rest. a safer place. a quiet place.

the other part of your mind stubbornly kept consciousness, leaving you to suffer as you listened to the two figures beside you.

you weren’t really sure what your wound was.

all you could feel was your damp clothes against your stomach, and the unbearable feeling of a burn.

it wasn’t a burn, though. you knew that. and your clothes weren’t damp with water.

“n-no, stop that- keep your eyes open. p-please. please.”

you couldn’t stop thinking about how much better it would be if your body would let go.

an eternity of rest.

after all these years, the implication of a slight chance of leisure had you eager.

you deserved it, right?

no more responsibilities.

that would be nice, you thought.

your mind was sluggish. even your thoughts began to feel a little incoherent.

there was a slight pause where you could not think at all.

all those thoughts ceased.

your mind had gone blank.

then, it went running again.

in circles it went, anxiety taking over.

had you done it?

had you completed the journey?

there was no more sound.

where had the sound gone?

cautiously, you opened your eyes.

they weren’t heavy - they gave no silent protest in your attempt to see your surroundings.

you squinted. it was hard for your eyes to adjust to the sun.

the sun.

alarmingly, you sat up, your heart dropping when you realized there was no longer that excruciating pain coming from your stomach.

you were alone, nobody on either side of you.

you had hated the pain of armin and mikasa’s hands compressing your wound - though now, you craved that touch. anything to assure you that you were with them.

with staggered breaths, you raised your hands to inspect them.

they were okay.

no blood, no cuts. no damage.

you tightly closed your eyes.

a choked sob left your lips.

no blood, no cuts. no damage.

that had confirmed it.

you slumped, quiet as your tears fell. defeat was evident in your posture.

it’s over, isn’t it?

your shoulders shook. you cried harder.

you couldn’t find it in yourself to breathe. every gasp you took wasn’t long enough.

“eren.” you breathed, shaking your head as you looked to the floor. your voice was hoarse - broken and quiet. “what have you done?”

you hated him.

no, you didn’t.

you couldn’t.

his actions had caused your death, and yet you held no animosity.

it was unfair. brutal.

you sat in the open field for what felt like hours.

there was the sound of wind. leaves blew past. the scenery around you was gorgeous. you wished you were in the state to appreciate it.

you did not know what was next.

you would take dying ten hundred more times than spending the rest of eternity alone.

you stared to the distance, your knees clutched against your chest.

and then - your eyes caught it.

if your heart could truly feel, it would have been racing.

though now all you felt was uncomfortable numbness.

a head of brown hair. his posture was slouched. his shadow covered your light, but it was not a disturbance. it would never be a disturbance.

you did not rise to greet him.

your mind did not have the energy to question why he was there.

you were silent as he lowered himself beside you. you were stiff.

though, when you heard his breath shake, you found yourself breaking along with it.

“i’m sorry. i’m so sorry.” he repeated, his head bowing. his voice held a tone of desperation, small and frail as it shook into eventual cries.

his arms wrapped around you.

you did not struggle. you were not able to - you felt weak everywhere.

“i-i saw you. i saw how it happened - at the ceremony.” eren spoke hastily, shaking his head. his words were muffled, breaking off occasionally as he tried to pull himself together. “sasha, then hange. t-then-“

he paused. his arms were tighter around you.

you.

sasha, then hange, then you.

the dead.

he was scaring you, truthfully. how did he know about hange?

he had mentioned a ceremony. ceremony? then - you remembered. where he had kissed historia’s hand.

he had seen something you couldn’t.

your silence terrified him. you could feel him looking at you, pleading with his eyes for you to say something - anything.

a single thought was circling through your mind.

you did not want to verbalize it, afraid of the possible answers.

but you had to know.

you separated yourself from him, your gaze still to the floor. he did not stop you, his hopeful eyes looking to your grim ones.

there was hesitance from you, not knowing whether or not you should ask your question.

you tilted your head up.

for the first time in months, you looked at him.

a criminal - in mind and spirit.

your eren.

“who is next?” you finally asked, your voice timid.

there was no change in his expression. that scared you.

you awaited an answer, though were not given one.

now, your heart was racing.

“eren,” you spoke, your voice more stable and clear. the sound of his name seemed to grasp his full attention. he hadn’t heard you say it in months. despite your teary eyes, you did not cower from his intense gaze. slowly, you asked once more.

“who is next?”

there was a long moment of utter silence. eren did not break eye contact for a while. then, he ultimately looked away.

you knew. you immediately knew.

he did not say anything, his eyes closed and his head down.

your lip trembled, and your head began to slowly shake in denial.

“eren…” you whispered, your voice strained in pain. you wished you were wrong. but you knew you weren’t.

realization all hit you at once.

he was here for a reason.

quickly, you engulfed him in your arms.

there was nothing to say.

you held him as he cried. you had never seen him so vulnerable.

there was something extremely intimate about holding someone at their weakest moment. you did not feel powerful - you felt trusted.

the man in your arms was again a boy. he was not a monster. there were two sides to each story.

within the coarse of long hours and days, you were told the truth of the extent of the founder’s powers.

for years, he had kept every last thing to himself.

he had pushed you away in hopes it would make your death easier on him.

he had fooled thousands into a false plan.

and in his words-

he had succeeded in seeking freedom.

the truth was - he wanted a future. he wanted it more than anything in the world.

through hushed words, he spoke of his wishes. with you. you were in every single one.

though the two of you would never be able to live out your mortal dreams, you found fun in talking about it regardless.

“in marley?” you laughed, shaking your head at him. eren’s head was in your lap, his eyes closed as he basked in the sun.

“yeah,” he smiled. “a house in marley, and then we’d get a dog.”

it was hard for you to believe that there was no longer a social division.

“and then?” you asked, your fingers busy as they made small braids in his thick brown hair.

eren hummed in thought.

“and then, we would live there.” he concluded, his eyes opening to meet yours with a proud smile.

you playfully rolled your eyes, brushing the hair out of his face.

you were finally able to obtain that lifetime of leisure.

[dameronology]

figure it out {din djarin x reader}

summary: din djarin doesn’t usually get jealous. not until he met you, at least {for the lovely and wonderful @stargazingcarol​} - 2.5k words 

warnings: swearing 

this is completely spoiler free!! just some good old jealousy and some antics with the kid. enjoy.

- jamie

You had a complicated relationship with the Mandalorian. 

On one hand, you were colleagues…of sorts. He’d spent two years coming to your outpost on Corellia when he needed his ship fixing – and after becoming fed up of traipsing back and forth, he offered you the job full time. It was a mutually beneficial situation. You’d been desperate to get out the city for years, and you were also the only mechanic he trusted. The prospect of a job that would take you all over the galaxy was exciting, even if it meant tiptoeing around one another in the cramped hull of the Razor Crest (and that was before the addition of the Child). But, when you spent days and days in hyperspace with nobody else to talk to, it was only natural that you became friends. It had felt a little awkward at first, as though you were trying to force conversation with a man who just didn’t want to talk -- but then the Mandalorian’s barriers broke down, and things began to change.

You couldn’t quite pinpoint when. It had probably been a few months in, not long after he’d saved your ass from a bounty who had thrown a punch in your direction. You hadn’t expected the Mandalorian to be so protective - and frankly, neither had he. It was after that he found himself doing things without realising; lingering touches on your back when he passed, his hands brushing your thigh whenever you were sat in the cockpit next to him. Then, you became unintentional adoptive parents to a weird, green creature - a bond between you that only seemed progressed naturally, as though you had no control over it.

One night, not long after you took the Child in, you’d both collapsed beside one another on the tiny bed in hull of the Crest. Usually, you would argue for a while about who got to take it, but on that night, neither of you’d had the energy. Under the covers of the dark and with the baby finally asleep, you were muttering amongst yourself - you couldn’t remember the conversation entirely, but it was sleepy, tired gibberish. Din found himself reaching to take the helmet off; he could hear you easier that way, and your voice was comforting enough to lull him off to sleep. In the quiet of the moment, and with the conversation between you reaching a natural stopping point, he’d gently closed the gap between you. It was simple; his lips on yours, only for a brief moment. Then, as though the Child had sensed that everything was no longer about him, he’d opened his mouth and let out a cry for attention.

You began to kiss more often after that; every night before bed, actually. As soon as the lights were off, Din would take the helmet off, give you a gentle kiss and then he’d drift off, holding you tightly to his chest. It was always that, followed by a good night, cyar'ika. Then the morning would come, and it would be good morning, cyar'ika followed by another soft kiss, before the helmet went back on and you both went about your days.

After a few months of that, you’d fallen into an easy routine. Neither of you had quite established what your relationship was, but it didn’t feel like you needed to. It’s not like there was anyone else around for you to have to worry about, or anyone else who would force you to define it. But that didn’t mean it wasn’t frustrating; Din Djarin had never been the type of person to plan ahead, and you knew that more than anyone. The idea of becoming attached to him, only to lose him or get hurt was enough for you to at least want to try and work it out. You weren’t expecting a deep conversation, or even one that you could walk away from knowing whatever the hell was going on between you two. 

It was just that with the addition of the Child, and the two of you growing closer each day, you wanted an answer. You wanted to know if you were wasting your time; if this was simply a pit-stop on your way to finding a more permanent settlement, or if this was it. Though you’d never admit it, you wanted it to be the latter. Din was reliable, and he cared about you. He was sweet in his own way and he’d have gone to the ends of the galaxy to look after you. He was protective in a way that let you fight your own battles, but not in a way you’d ever have to do it alone. You felt safe with him - as though you’d found everything you were looking for, except neither of you had been looking at all.

You brought the question up on a slow morning. The Mandalorian was between bounties, and you’d briefly landed in a dusty outpost on a thick jungle planet to refuel and find some food. The kid was snoring away in his pod a few feet away, clearly feeding off of the relaxed atmosphere that you’d managed to create. You were laying beside him, the lights still off and your head buried in his neck. Both of Din’s arms were wrapped tightly around you, gripping onto you as though you might slip away into the darkness of the vast galaxy. 

‘What are we?’ You asked quietly.

‘Humans.’ Right, there was the dry sense of humour.

‘Din.’ You grumbled. ‘I’m serious.’

‘What’s making you bring it up now, cyar'ika?’ He asked. ‘It’s early.’

‘I was just thinking.’ You sat up, pulling the covers with you. ‘We’ve been doing this thing for months but neither of us have actually worked out what the hell is it is.’

‘We don’t have to.’ He replied. 

‘Right.’ You murmured. 

‘It’s just-’

As though the little bugger had sensed a sudden onset of tenseness in the room, the Child let out a loud cry. You immediately recognised it: he was hungry. Even if you were ready to throttle anyone who dared come near him, you didn’t have a hard time admitting that he had a penchant for the worst timing. With that said, the fact he’d slept through the whole night without waking once certainly helped the fact.

‘Hey, buddy! It’s okay!’ You heard the mechanical click of Din’s helmet as he turned on the lights, allowing you to leap out of bed and stumble to the baby. ‘We’ll get you some food.’

That wasn’t the first time that something had magically changed the subject whenever you tried to bring up the status of your relationship with Din. If the kid didn’t decide to pull your attention away, it was the Mandalorian himself who veered away from the conversation. He always had to check on a bounty, or rush off to see if the ship was on the right route. It didn’t take a genius to work out that he was avoiding the subject entirely and you were starting to become frustrated.

After almost three weeks of trying to challenge him about it, you were close to giving in entirely. What if you were wasting your time? What if you were going to let yourself fall in love with him, only to find out you weren’t a permanent part of his plan? Fuck, did he even have a plan? Was that the life you wanted -

- it was at that point that your train of thought had stopped, because the Child sensed you were upset, and started bawling. Again.

A few hours after your fourth or fifth try at the conversation - once again to have it ended by the kid tossing a frog at you in an attempt to steal the attention back - the three of you ended up in a bar. It was a little cantina a few hours outside of Mos Eisley; it was much cleaner than the other bars you’d seen, and if it weren’t for your foul mood, you might have even enjoyed it. 

‘What’s up with you?’ Din asked quietly. 

‘Nothing.’ You murmured. ‘I’m fine.’

‘Your tone is off, cyar'ika.’

‘Leave it.’ You snapped. ‘I’m getting another drink.’

You moved the baby off your lap, placing him on Din’s instead. After digging around in your pocket for some credits, you quickly stood up and sauntered over to the other side of the bar, leaning against the wooden counter as you waited for your turn to be served. It wasn’t too busy - there were a few people floating about. Locals, you figured. It was a slightly fancier part of Tatooine, and you could see the difference in the people who were frequenting the establishment.

You were trying not to think about Din, or the fact he still refused to talk about what was going on between the two of you. You’d long surpassed the point of no return for your friendship - no, you were too invested now. Either he had to prove he was in it for the long run, or you had to walk away. Was that an unfair ultimatum? Not really. He’d started it, after all. 

‘What’s a pretty thing like you doing waiting for a drink?’

You glanced up to see a man beside you, a half-empty flagon of beer in his hand. He was tall, dark and handsome; the type you used to briefly date back on Corellia. He smelt of expensive aftershave, and his clothes gave the impression he was quite well-off. 

‘I could ask you the same.’ You replied. 

‘So you think I’m pretty?’ The man quirked an eyebrow at you.

‘No, I...I mean, yeahhhh.’ You turned to face him, offering him a smile.

‘You’re here with that Mandalorian.’ He glanced over his shoulder, before leaning a little closer towards you. ‘What’s his deal?’

‘Honestly, I couldn’t tell you.’ You snorted. ‘I don’t think he knows what his deal is.’

The conversation was completely innocent - after all, you had no intention of anything happening with whoever this guy was. And even if you did, weren’t you technically single? You certainly weren’t in a relationship, at least not according to Din Djarin. He had no standing ground, nor any right to be jealous. 

Still, that didn’t stop his entire body filling with rage the minute the man put his hand on your arm, and it certainly didn’t stop him immediately packing up all your stuff to leave the bar. Even the notion of another man touching you made him want to scream - let alone the actual sight of it. It was the way your new friend leant in a little too close, and laughed a little too hard at your jokes. You were funny, but you weren’t that funny.

‘We’re leaving.’ Din declared, suddenly appearing beside you. 

‘Okay.’ You shrugged, glancing up at him. ‘I’ll meet you back on the ship later.’

‘No, I mean we’re leaving.’

You snorted. ‘I think you’ll find that I’m staying right here- oof!’

You let out a small squeak as the Mandalorian grabbed you with his free arm, tossing you over his shoulder. Before you could protest, or even apologise to the man beside you, he was marching you out of the bar and into the cool evening air of Tatooine. All meanwhile, the baby was giggling at the site of you with your legs in the air and your face planted against Din’s back. 

The ship wasn’t far - probably not more than a two minute walk. Din had been conscious of the Child’s little legs when he’d parked at the outpost; he was becoming more independent now and insisted on walking places himself. It was just that he could only walk for five minutes before getting tired, but the little sod would cry if you tried to carry him.  He was lucky he was cute.

‘What the hell was that?’ You snapped, barely catching your balance as Din planed you on the floor of the ship. 

‘That man was flirting with you.’ Din simply stated. ‘I didn’t like it.’

‘You...’ you trailed off. ‘You didn’t like it?’

‘He was overstepping his boundaries.’

‘You were jealous, weren’t you?’ You let out a derivative snort, folding your arms across your chest. 

‘You knew I could see you.’ Din was still calm. 

‘And? It’s not like we’re in a relationship, is it?’ You murmured.

‘That’s not-’

‘ - let me finish!’ You cut him off. ‘I have been trying for weeks to talk to you about it, to see where I stand with you, and you always change the subject or try to run away from it! You have no right to be jealous, or to act like I’m with you because you have made it abundantly clear that I am not. Your high horse is basically a shetland fucking pony, Din Djarin!’

There was a silence between you for a moment. It felt good to have finally said it - you just wished you’d been a bit more gentle. Din had never seen you shout before, or even come close to losing your temper. He knew it was bound to happen but he had never imagined it being at him. Then again, if you’d tried to pick him up and force him out the bar against his will, he would have been angry too. (The thought of you even trying it was rather comical).

‘I was scared.’ 

That hadn’t been the response you were expecting.

‘Of me?’ Your voice was quiet.

‘I’m in love with you.’ He said bluntly. ‘That terrifies me.’

‘I...fuck.’ You felt as though the wind had been stolen from your lungs, and replaced with whatever grey smoke the Crest spat out when the engines were broken. ‘I love you too - but why does it scare you?’

‘Because it means I can’t ever leave you.’ Din continued. ‘And I want to give you the life you deserve but I don’t know if I can. Not with my job, not with the things I’ve done.’

‘Din.’ You took a step forward, his large hands enveloping yours as you did. ‘D’you think I care about any of that?’

‘I was afraid to ask.’

‘No offence, but you can be a bit thick sometimes.’ A small chuckle escaped your lips, even if tears were forming in your eyes. ‘I don’t care where we are or where we go, as long as I’m with you, then I have the life I want. That’s why I’ve been so off these last few weeks, because I was so scared you were going to turn around and push me away.’

‘That’s not going to happen.’ He said. ‘I’m not going to leave you - you have my word. I promise.’ 

‘So why don’t we just stop being scared and start just...being together?’

He briefly stepped away, hitting the control panel to turn off the lights in the ship. His helmet hit the ground with a thud, and a moment later, his hands were on your hips as he pulled you towards him. Din crashed his lips onto yours, closing the gap between you with a desperate kiss. You’d kissed before - more times than you could even begin to count - but this one felt different. It had meaning; purpose, in fact. It was as though the last few months’ worth of feelings that the Mandalorian had been pushing aside had finally broken.

‘I love you, cyar'ika.’ He quietly murmured again. ‘And I’m sorry.’

‘Stop saying sorry.’ You tearfully smiled, forehead still pressed against his. ‘And I love you too, even if you’re a bit of a dumbass sometimes.’

‘Say it again.’

‘I love you, dumbass.’ You quietly said. 

‘Is that now your equivalent to cyar'ika?’

[merakiaes]

Hate You, Hate You Not - Armitage Hux

Pairing: General Armitage Hux x reader

Requested: By anon. 

Prompts: #1 & #58 from the fluff-list. 

Warnings/notes: (SHOULD I MAKE A PART 2 WITH MORE ROMANCE IN IT?) This ended up being much longer than I planned so it's most likely very boring and dull😭 Might be a bit, if not a lot, out of character since this is kinda my test-run for Hux and Star Wars in general. Getting the characters mannerisms in might take some practice. Not proofread so I apologize in advance for any mistakes. This is the first time ever that I write for Star Wars and the first time in like 5-6 months that I’m writing in general so I’m a bit rusty. Please reblog and leave comments to keep my motivation going and let me know if you’d like to be added to a Star Wars taglist <3 

Wordcount: 5632

Summary: One of Kylo Ren’s many tantrums results in your room being inhabitable for a night, which in turn results in you having to share a room - and bed - with the person you hate the most. 

Everyone who had ever, at some point in their lives, worked alongside Kylo Ren in his quest to bring the Order to power, knew how much of a hassle and inconvenience his temper, or lack thereof, could be.

Not much was needed for him to lose his cool and it happened on a much too frequent basis than what was considered normal for a man in his early 30s, at least according to you.

Of course, however, you couldn’t actually tell him that, nor could you think it, with the risk of him probing your mind.

So every time he came back from a failed mission and completely obliterated your hard work, you could do nothing but bite your tongue, clear your head and repair the damages like you’d done oh, so many times before.

That’s what you got for being one of the highest-ranked engineers of the Order, you supposed.

But on this day you would’ve, for the first time in your life, very much preferred to repair the damages left behind by your tantrum-prone leader like you always did. Because if that punishment had to be compared to the one you were now facing, you would’ve chosen the former without even a shadow of a doubt.

But, unfortunately, that was not an option this time around, as the room that had fallen victim to the sizzling beam of Kylo Ren’s lightsaber was your bedroom.

Well, not originally, of course, but sparks had flown from the totaled control panels and a piece of supposedly fireproof metal scrap had caught on fire before you and the other engineers reached the room for a damage-control, starting of as a small flame and then proceeding to spread like wildfire as fire did, in ways completely unbeknownst to you as, like already mentioned, the place was supposed to be safe from fires.  

The licking flames had managed to melt through several walls before you got to the scene, and one of those walls was the wall to your bedroom.

It was late when it happened, only fifteen minutes before you were supposed to end your shift, and as you were on the verge of having a mental fucking breakdown, you personally requested an audience with Kylo and were granted permission by him after a very carefully-worded explanation to start early in the morning.

But that only took care of one of your problems, and only temporarily at that. Now you were left with the issue of finding other sleeping accommodations since your room was currently not habitable. You had no choice but to ask for another room and, of course, Hux thought that to be the perfect time to crack a sarcastic joke about throwing you into one of the prisoner cells.

You had never, in all your years of being alive, glared so fiercely at another human being as you did then. And in your moment of anger, you accidentally let your walls down and let your thoughts run freely through your head – your annoyance directed at the General, but also at Kylo Ren, being exposed.

You felt it before you saw it – that little prickle in your head, that little sting of your mind being probed – and only a second later, Kylo Ren turned his masked head in your direction, walked up to you with patronizingly slow steps and spoke:

“I think you’ll find that General Hux’s quarters will suffice for the night, until repairs can be done to your own. He has more than enough space for both of you.”

He turned his head to look at the baffled man standing behind him, all of the attitude he had previously been harboring against you now completely melted away.

“Isn’t that right, General?” Kylo continued asking, giving him the time he needed to regain his composure.

The general in question had never been very good at holding his tongue, not even when receiving orders from superiors, and was quick to protest.

As anyone would’ve been able to guess, that didn’t go very well, and you weren't even gonna try hiding the satisfaction you got from seeing Hux be force-choked against a wall for speaking out of turn.

No matter how good both of you were at hiding your spiteful thoughts toward him, Kylo knew how much the two of you hated him. And more than anything, he knew how much you hated each other.

Kylo had become very predictable to you during the time you had been there and you knew his ways good enough to know that he wouldn’t have wasted petty energy in putting the two most hateful people he knew in the same room if he hadn’t been pushed to do so.

You knew that you weren’t the reason in this scenario, despite the fact that he had probably felt your spite directed towards him, which only left one option; and that option was the bitter, infuriatingly stubborn ginger currently walking by your side.

You glanced at him from the corner of your eye and glared, clenching and unclenching your fists at your sides in the same manner you had been doing ever since Kylo had ruled his decision final and dismissed you for the night.

His eyes remained trained on the metallic corridor that seemed to be stretched out for miles in front of you and your blood boiled at the sight.

You would’ve lost your shit if he’d had the nerve to even consider looking at you after putting you in this situation, but at the same time, you were also on the verge of losing your shit about him having the audacity to ignore you.

You wanted to scream at him like you’d never screamed at anyone before, but you knew that doing that would only fuel the petty grudge Kylo had against the two of you and give him more ways to cause you torment. The only thing you and the general would ever have in common was not wanting that.

But still, what harm could a tiny bit of friendly banter do?

“You just couldn’t help yourself, could you, Armitage?” The question you’d been sucking on for the past few minutes finally slipped out into the air, making your anger known.

“Don’t call me that.”

“My apologies.” You sarcastically shot back with a dry laugh. “You just couldn’t help yourself, could you, general?”

“No, it was awfully tempting.” Was all that he replied, his eyes not once flickering and neither his stone-cold scowl nor fast-paced stride faltering.

Well, you might have absolutely despised each other but in the very least, you never bothered lying to each other. That had to count for something, right? Not that either of you cared.

No more words were exchanged, and that was probably for the best. Engineers and stormtroopers all moved out of your way as the two of you marched through the corridors, side by side, knowing better at this point than to get on your bad sides when you were together and this obviously angry both with each other and in general.

Soon enough, you finally reached the corridor in which Hux’s sleeping quarters were located and once the mechanic doors slid open, you pushed yourself past him into the room before he even got the chance to react.

He fumed behind you as he watched you make yourself at home, dropping your dirty jacket on his perfectly made bed.

“You’ll take the floor, then?” You asked as you turned around, crossing your arms over your chest and shooting him a forced smile.

“Hardly.” He spat, eyes narrowing, and you scoffed, rolling your eyes in return.

“You must be a real hit with the ladies with those manners.”

At that, he stepped further into his room, allowing the sensory-triggered door to shut behind him, successfully shutting the two of you in together.

“I don’t have time for fooling around with women.” He spat out the last word with such malice that you automatically raised an eyebrow.

“Well, that explains it.” You mused, the corner of your lip tugging upwards ever so slightly.

“Explains what, exactly?” His eyes narrowed further, and this time it was his turn to cross his arms.

“That stick you have up your ass.” You wasted no time in shooting back, and before he got a chance to reply, you continued. “I know this might be news to you seeing as you’re, well, you, but gentlemen are supposed to sacrifice their comfort and offer themselves to take the floor when a lady, due to unfortunate circumstances, is forced to stay in their room.”

You sarcastically smiled at him and sank down his bed, something that he, judging by the snarl overtaking his face, didn’t appreciate.

“You, a lady? That will be the day.” He scoffed. “Even calling you a woman is a stretch with your mannerisms.”

You could only roll your eyes.

“Well, I’m not sharing a bed with you.” The glare that had temporarily been exchanged for a teasing smirk returned to your face. “I’d rather share a bed with Millicent.”

As you said that, you picked up a single strand of cat hair from his bed, held it up for further inspection and raised your lip in disgust.

He stared at you dead serious, hands clasped behind his back and eyes burning holes into the side of your face.

“You’re allergic to cats.” He pointed out, making your head whip back around to face him with a glare equally as fierce as the one you were met with.

“Yes, that’s my point.” You deadpanned. “But it would seem that said point just went right over your thick-skulled head.”

“Do you think I am any happier about this than you are?” He scowled, and you stood up, slowly approaching him and coming to a stop right in front of him.

He took a small step back, a move that made your lip tug upward ever so slightly. The fact that he was so obviously not as tough as he wanted people to believe gave you a special kind of satisfaction and he knew it, judging by the way he only turned stiffer after that.

“You should be.” You smiled sweetly at him, keeping your eyes connected to his. “Because you’re sure as hell lucky I haven’t choked the life out of you yet for getting us into this situation in the first place.”

He glared and you glared right back, challenging, no, daring him to fight back. You knew that he wanted to, you could see that he wanted to, but in the end, not even he was that stupid.

So he said nothing, and once you realized you had finally managed to successfully back him into a corner, you backed away from him again and plastered on another forced, overly sweet smile.

“Now, I need to take a shower. I reek of burnt plastic.” You stated flatly and pushed past him, making a beeline for the one extra door in the room that you could only assume was his bathroom.  

You heard the squeak of his shoes rubbing against the floor as he quickly turned around behind you, and then came the determined steps and the proximity of his body closing in on you. However, before he got the chance to object or reach you, you entered his bathroom and slammed the door shut in his face, smiling contently to yourself as you listened to the muffled string of curses that followed.

You didn’t spend any more time thinking about it, though, not wasting any time before doing what you came in there to do.

You got out of your horrid-smelling clothes, released your equally as nasty-smelling hait from its ponytail and stepped into the shower.

If there was one thing you appreciated a little extra about living at the Starkiller Base, it was that everyone used the same scented soap. Because that meant that you wouldn’t have to go around smelling specifically like Hux, but rather just like you always smelled.

Once you finished washing your hair and body, you had to stop and think for a bit.

Your clothes obviously still reeked and needed a proper wash before they could be worn again, and you obviously couldn’t go naked.

After much thought back and forth, you finally settled with your own leggings as they were the one piece of clothing from your previous attire that smelled the least of smoke, and a plain black, long-sleeved undershirt that you found in a pile of Hux’s clean laundry.

Once you vad gotten dressed, braided your hair and re-entered the bedroom accompanied by a stream of steam, you found it to be empty, Hux nowhere in sight.

You couldn’t deny that you wondered where he’d gone off to, but you shook your head free of his face pretty quickly, settling with believing that he just went to take his frustration out on some poor stormtrooper or low-rank intern like he so often did when things didn’t go his way, much like Kylo Ren beat the shit out of any control panel he could get his hands on.

While you awaited his return, you occupied yourself with going around the room and lighting the small night-lamps like you normally did in your own room before going to bed.

That obviously didn’t take long, however, so you were soon enough once again left alone with your boredom and started walking around the room, inspecting all of Hux’s belongings.

You realized pretty quickly that he was not a person to whom inanimate things had much sentimental value, as he definitely didn’t have much to his name aside from the basic interior that all of the sleeping quarters on the base had.

He had a ring on his drawer, a few books in one of his two bookshelves while the other stood empty, a small bed in a corner for his cat, clothes in his wardrobe, and that was pretty much it. He had no pictures of family, no real personal belongings that could signify any kind of emotional value.

But then again, who did in these parts?

“Is that my shirt?”

You jumped when you heard the sudden voice behind you, quickly turning around where you stood twirling the ring you had found in the light of the lamp standing beside you.

Your eyes found his form immediately, shocked meeting stern.

“Why are you wearing my shirt?” He almost instantly repeated himself when not getting a reply the first time, slowly beginning to walk in your direction with his hands clasped behind his back.

You quickly put the ring back down on the dresser and turned towards him, regaining your composure.

“Well, if you hadn’t noticed, my room and everything in it was burnt to a crisp. The smokey smell on my clothes was giving me a headache and kind of would have ruined the purpose of taking a shower so when I just so conveniently noticed a pile of clean clothes, I helped myself.” You shrugged like it wasn’t a big deal, and to you, it wasn’t.

Hux, however, didn’t seem amused in the slightest.

“Yes, you seem to have a habit of thinking you’re entitled to everything you want.” He spat back at you, coming to a stop while there was still a good amount of distance between the two of you.

Any chill you had previously had melted right off and your annoyance quickly returned at the sound of his words.

“Oh, do excuse me. I just thought one headache would be enough.” You retorted and rolled your eyes, before sighing and crossing your arms over your chest. “So, how are we doing this? It’s late and I need to be up early to see to the repairs.”

“I thought that I made myself clear.” Hux was quick to scoff, his glare not faltering for as much as a second. “I’m not giving you my bed.”

Once again, all you could do was roll your eyes. “Well, I guess we’ll just have to suck it up then.” You stated flatly and sat down on the bed, wasting no time in starting to divide the pillows into two piles rather than one.

You took a few seconds to adjust the pillows to suit your needs before looking back up, eyebrow raised at the fact that he had yet to say or do anything.

Your eyes once again met his and you almost laughed out loud at the sight you were faced with, but thankfully managed to control yourself and avoid making the situation even harder than it already was.  

Long story short, Hux had never looked more horrified than he did in that moment.

He basically looked at you like you had killed his cat, and that was putting it lightly.

You took a few seconds to just enjoy watching him squirm and silently scramble to make sense of the situation, but even you knew when enough was enough and raised a questioning eyebrow at him in an attempt to get him moving.

“Well? What’s it going to be?” You asked. “It’s either this or the floor, just like it was for me.”

Hux opened his mouth, hesitated, and then closed it again. He obviously hadn’t been expecting you to actually agree on sharing his bed with him and now that you had, he was left at loss for words as he clearly hadn’t been preparing for anything other than you sleeping on the floor.

But after a good moment of just standing there and looking like an idiot, he finally picked himself back up, squared his shoulders and walked around the bed to the other side with frustrated strides and a snarling lip.

The feigned confidence melted right off, however, when he reached his destination and awkwardly shuffled into bed while simultaneously avoiding your amused and mocking stare, silently grabbing the extra blanket that was folded upon his bedside table.  

Both of you laid down on your backs and a heavy silence fell like a thick blanket over the room. The only sound you could hear for a few moments were each other’s breaths and your own heartbeats. For a moment, only for a microscopical moment, you were actually on your way to admit to yourself that it was kind of nice.

But that thought went flying out the window just as quickly as it had knocked on the door of your mind when Hux broke the silence by beginning to adjust himself to get ready to sleep, and in the process of doing so made the active choice to tug the pillows from right under your head.

The back of your head hit the mattress with a soft thump and you closed your eyes, your lips pulling into a straight, tight line and one, sharp breath being released through your nose as you attempted to keep your cool.

You took a moment to calm down, before you turned your head to his side of the bed where he now laid with his back to you and tugged the pillows back – maybe with a little too much force than necessary.

Hux had quickly rolled over to his other side to take them back and in anger and an eagerness to get to sleep, you exclaimed: “Stop stealing the pillows!”

He met you with a stare cold enough to have anyone else shaking in their boots and spat back. “They’re my pillows.”

You grumbled under your breath and let go of one of the two pillows, letting him pull it back to his side while you held on to the last one.

You stared at each other for a moment, both of you eventually coming to a silent, mutual agreement that you were too tired to fight and therefore he'd let you keep the pillow you were holding on to as if your life depended on it.

He, once again, laid down and turned his back to you, his hands holding on to the pillows under his head while you struggled to get comfortable again, this time with only one pillow.

“Why is your bed so damn hard?” You muttered under your breath as you angrily shoved your elbow into the mattress in an attempt to make it more comfortable – as if that was ever going to help.

“Stop complaining.” He only snapped back.

“How could I when I’m stuck in a bed with you?”

“You could’ve asked for other accommodations when you had the chance.”

“And what, be the next victim of Ren’s lightsaber?” You scoffed. “I’m the one in charge of the repairs that are needed every time he throws a wobbly. I’ve seen the kind of damage that thing can do and I’m not in any hurry to find myself at the receiving end of it.”

You muttered the last part under your breath as you finally managed to get relatively comfortable, plopping back down on your back and folding your hands over your stomach.

“How did you know I’m allergic to cats, anyway?” The question spilled out before you could stop yourself, and before you could even register that it was on the way.

Where did that even come from? Cats weren’t even close to being the subject at hand.

Hux didn’t seem to care much about the random change of subject, however, simply muttering back a reply. “You start sniffling and scratching your arms every time you’re in the same room as me for more than five minutes.”

He was clearly tired. Tired in general or just tired of you, you didn’t really know, but you guessed that it was a mixture of both since that was the case for you.

“Maybe I’m just allergic to you.” You muttered back with a shrug, even though he couldn’t see you, and he scoffed at that.

“Had that been the case I’m fairly certain it would go both ways and, unlike you, I don’t go around oozing snot everywhere I go.”

“I don’t go oozing snot everywhere.” You calmly protested, throwing the back of his head a disapproving glare before turning to lay on your side so that your back was now turned to his.

He didn’t say anything else and neither did you, sleep coming in and catching you completely by surprise and having you knocked out within the next two minutes.

When you woke up early that next morning, Hux was unsurprisingly already gone, Millicent instead laying in his place and looking right at you.

With a disgusted snarl and hesitant movements, you reached over to the other side of the bed and awkwardly patted her head twice, probably very much in the incorrect manner as you had no experience whatsoever with animals.

You got out of bed after that, put on your jacket and shoes, and wasted no time in getting to work once you’d gotten some food into your system, your team joining you in the damage-inflicted area to start on repairs like you’d done so many times before.

Everything was going fine and dandy, just a light-reckon day that started off like any other – if you didn’t count waking up in Hux’s bed with his cat – but a few hours into your workday, the unmistakable sound of Kylo Ren’s heavy steps could be heard echoing through the entire corridor you found yourself working in.

A big share of the Order’s pilots had been either killed or badly hurt a few days prior in an ambush. No one had expected any pilots to be needed for at least a few days but Kylo had gotten a sudden lead on the map that would take him to Luke Skywalker and was now walking around the base recruiting anyone capable of helping him get what he wanted.

Unfortunately for you, you were not only a highly-ranked engineer, but also a pretty decent pilot, and couldn’t say anything in protest when you were whisked away to a ship.

As anyone who wasn’t driven by an unhealthy obsession would have been able to guess, the lead was just too good to be true with a way too simple access.

Just like the last lead, this one fell through when it was revealed to be another ambush. You weren’t completely sure what happened, but over the comms, you had heard something about Leia Organa and some scavenger. 

You didn’t have time to think about retired war heroes though, no matter how much you’d love to pry and the get in on the gossip, as you had to shoot yourself through a big fleet of Resistance starfighter corps, barely getting through with your ship intact.

Your fellow pilots were shot down one by one, only a small amount of you managing to get out of there. And even then, you were met by more starfighter corps just as quickly as you’d gotten away from the last line.

Everything was just a mess after that. You weren’t able to get through to anyone over the comms, only barely being able to make out a “pull back!” before your comm system was blown to pieces along with one of your main engines.

Along with several other ships, you were forced to crash-land on a small planet filled with thick woods and when your ship collided with the ground, your head slammed into the controls, rendering you unconscious for who knows how long.

By the time you came back to it, you were hanging upside down, the only thing preventing you from falling down being the seatbelt keeping you strapped in.

You struggled to get out of there but you managed, and had to take a moment to get your surroundings to stop spinning before moving forward to look for survivors as well as a ship that wasn’t completely beyond salvation.  

You weren’t sure who you’d find, but the person you’d shared a bed with the previous night was definitely the last person you’d expect to have crashed in the same place as you. 

And still, you recognized his ship immediately. After all, you were the one who had personalized it to fit his liking.

Lucky for you, his ship seemed to have gotten a pretty soft landing. As you circled around it, you were able to determine that no major engines had been blown out. Damaged? Definitely. But they looked intact enough to at least be able to put some more distance between you and the Resistance pilots and get you to a safer place. Hopefully, the inside would be as untouched as the outside.

The ramp was lowered to the ground but didn’t look broken, so you wasted no time in jogging inside.

The lights were out completely in the entrance area, and just flickering in the ceiling when you came further in.

The first thing you noticed when you entered the piloting pit was that the pilot was not breathing. How could you tell from that far a distance? Well, let’s just say that something that was not supposed to be stuck in his eye, was stuck in his eye.

Upon further inspection, you noticed another body on the floor. However, this one was very much alive.

You would’ve expected to be met by a desperate “help me”, maybe even some begging and pleading or in the very least a “please”, but instead, even when in the process of bleeding out on the floor, Hux narrowed his eyes at you as you approached him and asked you with ragged breaths:

“Is that my shirt?”

You panted as you dropped to your knees at his side, still pretty shaken up from your own crash. “What? No.” You replied in a breath, and you wasted no time in starting to inspect his injuries.

“Yes, it is.”

“Why would I be wearing your shirt?” You asked simply, struggling to see in the dark as the flickering lights weren’t providing much assistance by means of light.

“That’s my shirt.” He kept insisting, and flinched when your hand made contact with his lower abdomen.

Only then did your eyes register the glimmering piece of metal through your blurred and disoriented vision, sticking out of his side.

You flinched at the sight, not needing any more light than you had to know that it was really bad. 

Your heart suddenly picked up in speed in your chest, and your hands began shaking as they became covered in his blood.

You had never been in the middle of the action before now, you’d always just been surrounded by metal and electricity. The most exciting thing you’d ever experienced was when a new engineer circuited a control panel the wrong way, resulting in it blowing up right by your workplace.

But it wasn’t the action in itself that had your heart about ready to burst through your chest, nor was it the blood in general, but rather the fact that it was his blood covering your hands.

His life was completely dependent on you at this moment and you had absolutely no idea how to behave accordingly.

But if there was something you knew, it was that the last thing you were supposed to do was to show a dying man your panic, so you took a deep breath and tried your hardest to steady your racing heart, going back to the conversation at hand.

“How could you tell the difference, really?” You asked. “All of our shirts look the same. All black, all equally as sufficient when used to stop blood flows.”

As you said that last part, you released another breath and ripped off a big chunk of the lower part of the shirt you were wearing.

A shirt that was, in fact, Hux's.

The man in question let his head fall back against the wall that he was propped against and his eyes squeezed shut when feeling your hands return to his side.

“Do you always wear shirts several sizes too big?” He managed to get out through clenched teeth and you replied without missing a beat.

“There was a mix-up in the laundry room.”

“So it isn’t your shirt?” He continued to be persistent and despite the seriousness of the situation, you couldn’t help but to let a small smile slip.

“Do you want to keep fighting about whether or not this shirt is mine or would you rather maybe, oh, I don’t know, focus on getting the hell out of here?” You asked him lightly and at that, he raised his head to meet your eyes with a distrusting glare.

“Why are you helping me?”

You raised your eyebrow at him, sparing just a second to meet his eyes. “You have a piece of metal stuck in your side, why the hell would I not help you?” You asked and as quickly as you had looked up, you looked back down at your hands to see what you were doing.

“You hate me, and I hate you.” He deadpanned, and you couldn’t deny you felt your heart tug in your chest.

“Who told you I hated you?” You asked, and listened as he let out a dry, struggling laugh.

“You did. On countless occasions.”

He hissed when you accidentally bumped your hand against the piece of metal. You quietly apologized but didn’t stop, knowing you didn’t have much time before the enemy would catch up with you.

“Thinking that I’m entitled to everything I want isn’t the only bad habit I have. I also have a tendency to overexaggerate.” You joked with a smile. “I do find you insufferably infuriating, though.”                                              

Another chuckle left his lips. “Likewise.” He said and dropped his head back against the wall.

You said nothing more, ripping another two pieces off of the shirt, tying them together and wrapping it around his waist like you had the first piece. You tightened this knot significantly more than the first one, though, right above the piece of metal, and just as quickly as he had relaxed, he jerked back forward with a yell.

“I need to stop the bleeding, you need to keep still.” You hurriedly scolded and sternly pushed him back down by his chest.

He muttered bitterly in return, but didn’t protest.

“I bet you’re enjoying this.” He seethed, and you raised an eyebrow, a small smile playing on your lips.

“Whenever I’m feeling down, I just think back to the multiple times I’ve had the pleasure of witnessing you being force-thrown across a room by Ren. Puts a smile on my face every time. But that doesn’t automatically mean I want you to die. So stop wallowing in your internalized self-hatred and put your hand over mine.” You told him, trying your hardest to keep a lighthearted attitude, more so for your own sake than his at this point as you were literally about to pass out.

But he did as told, contributing with the strength he had left when you got to your feet and started pulling him up and into one of the seats that were still intact.

He put a trembling hand over yours and in turn, you put your other one over his and pushed down. He hissed and you gave him a moment to adjust, and when you were sure he was pressing hard enough with his own hand, you slowly removed both of yours and fastened his seatbelt.

“Keep pressure and hold on tight. This is most likely going to be a rough ride.” You warned him, and he slowly looked up at you through a mess of ginger hair.

“It can’t be any worse than the ride here.” He retorted and you nodded, taking that as a “go ahead”.

You wasted no time in getting into the pilot’s seat after pulling the previous pilot out, as well as the thick tree branch on which his head had been impaled, and started up the controls. It took a few tries to get out of the hole the ship hade gotten stuck in when crashing, but soon enough you were up in the sky.

With a bit of dumb luck, you eventually reached your destination and got brought back in to the base by your team of fellow engineers, all ready to repair the wrecked ship.

Hux was immediately taken to the medical bay while you stayed behind to help with the ships, and from two ends of the base, the two of you silently and separately came to realize that maybe, just maybe, you didn’t hate each other as much as you thought, after all.

[rosiehufflepuff]

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Summary : you are sick and draco finally find it as chance to take care of you .

Draco x Fem reader

House : your house ;)

Year : sixth -no war-

Warning : so cute that you will melt

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You opened your eyes as the morning sun hits your face through the window however as soon as you did, you regret it, headache hit you hard in your brain, slamming you into pain, moaning in pain as the sun doesn’t help with the pain, covering your face with your hands, you are sick, great, you couldn’t help but think, you hated getting sick, it means dragging your body around through a long day in Hogwarts! You even have Transfiguration and dear, merlin knows how you can’t take this nor you have the energy !!!

After putting your home clothes , you start to drag your body , you felt like a zombie which was forced out of their tomb to live again , you felt even blinking was draining to you , you hoped the food that will be serviced will give you energy to Survive the day , throwing your body down on the food table , you started to feed yourself even though your stomach wasn’t really asking for it but you knew if you wanted to not faint however with each spoon you felt your body was rejecting it more and more , having enough you push away your food , not wanting anything with food , you got up from your seat , feeling like the only thing that can be done now is sitting in your class and wait till Professor McGonagall to start your Transfiguration class , slamming your head on your desk , you couldn’t take the light of the room and it felt like a mission to keep your eyes own , Let alone your head up , your body was becaming more and more cold and you now started to regret not taking off day from your wizarding school today to rest

However warm arms warped them around your body and a smell of sauvage dior hitting your nostrils “ hey there beautiful ~ “ the familiar voice making you sigh in warmth “ hello Draco “ you murmured making the slytherin Prince frown “ what is wrong , dear ?” You hummed as reply , making the boy to sneak his head on your forehead, not letting you out of his other arm “ oh my dear , you are having a fever !! Y/n !! Do you know this ?!!” You answered by leaning your body on him and burying your head in his chest “ I’m just tired Draco, don’t worry … besides I need to attend this class … I will fall behind ….. “ “ no no no you need rest, your face is turning reddish more and more “ “ no I’m fine please Draco …… I have no energy ….” Sighing in defeat the pale boy silent himself knowing how stubborn you are and him continuing will only drain you in his state so he just did what he can now , warped his arm around you as he sits next to you , and you know arguing about being this is useless so you just relaxed and tried to stay up .

Now you were in mid of class , Mcgonagall speaking well you were guessing as the words became nonsense to your ears as you kept falling out and in sleep cycle , your head couldn’t be kept up nor understand what happens and now you fully regret your stubbornness this regret became stronger with the sound of mcgonagall next to you calling your name “ miss y/n , you know you are here to learn not to sleep , correct?” “ you drag your head up to look up at her however her face , and seeing your professor eyes going wide , you knew exactly that you looked messy “ oh my … are you sick , your face looks red ! Please go submit yourself to miss pomfrey , right now !” Getting up and dragging up your body outside of your class .

miss pomfrey gave you three days off with a potion for your sickness and recommended you to sleep , rest and eat healthy . Now in your bed trying to sleep even though you were sleepy somehow you couldn’t sleep which worked on your nerve , suddenly your dorm door opened making your eyes move fast to see who it is , however the person who you saw made you smile “ hey there beautiful “ draco said making you smile “ hi dray ~ “ he sat on your bed as he started to stroke your hair softly , erasing your frustration away with it “ how do you feel now ? And don’t tell me only tired “ making you roll his eyes “ okay then I’m sick but I’m also tired “ you mocked his comment making him pout slightly “ if you weren’t just sick and cute “ you stared at him blinking slowly as you look at him “ did you take any potion ? “ “ yeah but I don’t feel better much “ draco hummed in response “ yeah , I can quite see , so I made you this “ you watched as the slytherin boy went through his bag “ you know how I have been interested in potion making especially medicine , so I made you this ..in case you didn’t get better “ the boy showed you a small bottle a blue liquid inside of it “ don’t worry I’m not experimenting “ draco said light heartily making you giggle a little “ if I died , my ghost won’t let you go alone ever “ “ well I wouldn’t mind “ his reply made you blush especially seeing the smirk on his face , taking the potion , you hoped it really makes you feel better as you were tired of the hammer that is inside your head “ hey how about I read you a book “ “ hmmmmm okay …” draco started to read one of your favourite books softly , even though your interest in the book , your eyes started close slowly as draco words started to drift more and more away .

Your lashes started to flatter as your eyes opened again however no pain as before, so you amused your medicines worked, the door opened showing your Slytherin boyfriend “ oh I’m sorry … I though you were sleeping” “ it is okay I just woke up and feel better “ “ well that is great, I bought some food for you from the kitchen “ you look at the food Tray in front of you a very warm meal that makes ur stomach to rumble maybe too loudly for your liking making draco chuckles “ you know you can eat right “ “ yeah yeah I know “ you start eating and this time your stomach welcomed the delicious warm meal happily

“ you know I feel sorry cause you are doing all of this for me “ “ why ? You know that may sound weird but …..I love this … you never let me take care of you so this is my chance....so you relax cause it is your time ”

[moonbaby26]

Title: Escape

Pairing: Peter Maximoff x Reader

Notes: Actual pairing interaction starts in the second section after the Reader character gets out of the elevator, feel free to skip down to that if you like. Reader thinks about Peter in the first section, but it is more setting up how they got so separated from the others, plus a Wolvie cameo. I wanted Peter x Reader to be able to have more interaction away from the group.

Summary: Continuation of previous chapter. Set during X-Men: Age of Apocalypse. You and the others have been taken to Stryker’s base and must survive to find your way out together.

Warnings: Wolverine cameo advisory with a 100% chance of stabby stab. Mild language.

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Taglist: @drikawinchester , @n0obmaster69 , @alexloveskili , @what-a-silver-lining , @bluesprings18 , @weakmoony-stuff , @slytherinsi-mp

Peter Maximoff x Reader Masterlist

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“The day of reckoning is here.”

Your eyes opened at once, that unmistakeable voice now reverberating through your mind as fluorescent lights passed one after another above you.

“Professor?” You breathed aloud, immediately trying to sit up on the moving gurney.

But the restraints were drawn too tightly as your head only rebounded backward just as quickly when your torso didn’t rise in tandem.

“Shit!” the guard to your left cursed, his hand drawing back from the gurney rail at your sudden movement.

You turned your head towards him, confused, even as the professor’s words continued in your mind.

Yet Xavier’s voice sounded strange, forced. And you didn’t understand the context. Was it a warning? A threat to someone?

It didn’t really seem to fit the current circumstances to say it was directed at you or your captors. But he only kept speaking.

“The dawn of a new era will emerge. For there is nothing you can do...to stop what is coming.”

The two guards were looking around too then, reacting in sync with the telepathic message leaving you no doubt that they could hear it as well.

But why would Xavier be in their heads too? Did he already know where you were?

One guard chided the other, as if the two of them didn’t both have the same frightened expression. “Damn stun pulse is wearing off it is all, just hurry up and finish this transport. Colonel Stryker wants it taken to the lower testing bay,”

“Don’t tell me you aren’t hearing that voice?” The other guard retorted, “What the hell is that?”

Did they just call you an ‘it’? What was this place? Not a hospital surely. But you could barely dwell on the implications of the guard’s words ‘lower testing bay’, and the impending threat that represented as your last memories finally began to bubble up.

The X-Mansion in rubble, the helicopters swooping in over the trees, the students and staff unconscious in the grass, that soldier cracking your ribs, and-

Peter.

He was a stranger to you still, but he’d been right there against you. Surely you had drawn more attention to him just because your powers had let you resist a few moments longer than the others. Because you’d been so stubborn, not going down until you’d been forced to.

If these men had hurt any of your friends, you would be furious. But if Peter, who had also saved so many of your friends was now in more severe danger because of your actions, you wouldn’t forgive yourself.

“Where did you take the others!?” You arched against the restraints abruptly, your palms opening to face upward, trying to summon any bit of your energy at all. A wisp, an orb, anything that could have helped you right now. You had to find your friends.

But nothing came. Not even a glow or flicker of what you truly were as you now had both guards’ full attention.

“Freak! Just shut up!” One of them shoved the gurney in retaliation to your outburst, the caster wheels rattling across the concrete floor before the bed rail hit against one of the walls, jarring you painfully.

“Those with the greatest power. Protect those without. That's my message to the world.”

Xavier concluded his words then. And somehow, that sounded more like himself than any of the rest of it. The real meaning still eluded you, but hearing him in that tone at least meant he was okay. He was somewhere urging the rest of you on. At least this part you knew was true as you took a calming breath, realizing panic and anger would serve you nothing right now.

Something was blocking your powers. That much was obvious. It would be unrealistic to think that the effects of any stun weapon would be this long lasting though.

On the other hand, you knew chemicals existed that could also temporarily block mutations. Hank used one almost medicinally whenever he didn’t wish to be in his true “Beast” form. But it had to be injected direct into the veins to have any real effect.

You could feel that they hadn’t removed any of your clothing, nor had they rolled up the long sleeves you were wearing. You doubted they would risk a chemical like that wearing off at an inopportune time and likely would have started an IV if they possessed anything of that nature.

There were no tubes or lines attached to you that you could tell, only the restraints now holding you to this bed. Leather straps across your body, metal cuffs on your ankles and wrists-

But wait, you were able to move your head as you’d already discovered. You shifted it again, trying to get a better feel of what was around your neck. Metal as well, but loose as you could still lift your head up enough to see it just a bit. It and its dull, red status light.

Inhibitor collar, you realized with an all new dread sinking in. You had heard of these of course, but it was the kind of thing that students sheltered at Xavier’s school would never have to dream of really. Something you never thought you’d have to experience personally.

How naive.

But you still couldn’t give up. Your mind was racing as you tried to come up with any strategies now. Your options were so limited, but they couldn’t keep you tied down forever. Surely they’d have to move you to a more permanent containment at some point, untie you if even for a moment.

Yet, there were guns as well. You hadn’t missed that detail, but you considered it more fully now as you glanced to the long barrells swaying behind each guard’s back as they pushed you along.

They were slowing now though. You raised your head enough again to see elevator doors nearing. The lower testing bay, you remembered them saying.

But just as one guard had started to reach for the keypad beside the doors, an alarm blared, all three of you startling at the sound.

Orange lights lit up along the walls, spinning in time with the sirens.

“Weapon X is loose. I repeat, Weapon X is loose!” A man’s unnerved voice sounded over speakers you couldn’t see, echoing down the corridors.

You could only watch as both guards spun around on their heels at that, guns immediately drawn. The one thing you could be absolutely sure of then, was that you were now the very least of their concerns.

Before you could consider how to use this surprise in your favor though, screams and the echo of gunfire erupted seemingly on top of you all.

The guards were terrified. This could be your only chance.

“Take this collar off of me, please! I can help you!” You weren’t begging as much as you were truly trying to reason with them. “Look, this is serious right!?”

More men were screaming just around the corner. Only feet away now. Clearly their time to consider had run out.

You saw one of the guards glance down at you, weighing your offer if just for that moment. The other was still staring straight ahead, gun braced, body rigid.

“FIRE!” The one not looking at you screamed, and that was it. It was too late.

You flinched as the gunfire rang deafening in your ears, the muzzle flashes just above you while empty bullet shells rained onto the floor.

You didn’t know how many bullets their gun magazines could hold, but the barrage seemed to just go on and on until an inhuman snarl rose even above the pounding gunshots.

Like a blur he was upon them. One guard was immediately thrown against a nearby wall, as if he were made of paper. His gun didn’t even faze the attacker.

You were frozen as you had to watch him die in front of you. Metal blades impaled the guard, blood splatter running down the wall as his body fell. You wished the other guard would have just turned and ran, but that probably would have been fruitless now too if you were being honest.

The attacker had turned immediately back around, one slash knocking the gun away from the remaining guard, and the second taking out his throat.

You were too in shock to do anything but close your eyes in the moment you felt some of the blood hit you. It was warm was all you could really process, before you opened your eyes again to now see the killer standing over you.

His breath was fast, eyes black, no emotion evident but rage. He had no clothing on him above the waist, just muscular and bloodied with metal cords coming out of his body and attaching to some sort of helmet.

You heard the random sound of more bits of metal hitting the ground, and thought you saw a few bullets working out in reverse from his flesh.

He was one of you then, a mutant.

But you were afraid to speak. Anything could set him off again.

He was looking down at you, through you really. You thought you saw his eyes go to your throat. The collar? Or maybe you just imagined it. Everything was happening in just seconds.

His arm swung suddenly, those blades were part of him you realized, attached to his fists as they came for you. At least it would be a quick death.

You felt a burning, heard ripping and even the metal of the bed breaking as he struck more than once.

“He’s here!” Someone else screamed from back down the hallway and the gunfire started all over again.

You moved at the sound, why you didn’t know, it should have been all over regardless. But in your amazement, you realized you could move. His claws had broken through the restraints, broken the bolts that held you to the bed. You were bleeding, but only from cuts as he’d grazed you.

He’d freed you.

The gurney tumbled over with a clatter as you jumped from it. But bullets were hitting all around you as the guards continued to fire at him. You still had the inhibitor collar on, so you couldn’t defend from that. You weren’t bulletproof like him.

And he was already charging them again, but there were so many this time. A bullet grazed your arm, and you knew you had to get out of there now.

You turned, hitting the elevator keypad. You had no choice as you wouldn’t make it out of this hallway otherwise. You ducked inside as soon as the doors opened, trying to stay against the sides even as bullets were now hitting the back of the elevator. The only way was down, and you took it.

As the doors closed, and the elevator finally sank below the firing line, you allowed yourself some real breaths.

To think, just hours ago your main concern had only been whether or not you were ready for Hank’s organic chemistry final. You’d laugh if you weren’t still trembling a little, clothes torn and blood all over, most of it not even your own.

Now it was time to find the others and a way out.

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“(Y/N)?” You heard in your mind, pausing in the abandoned hallway you were now wandering down. You’d left the elevator behind some time ago, but hadn’t yet found any other way back off this level.

“Jean?” You answered aloud, both surprised and relieved. “Are you okay?”

“Yes. We are now. I saw them take you too, but where are you?”

Talking to a telepath was always a bit strange. You could feel her own stress and anxiety as she began to fill your mind. She wanted to see what you were seeing.

You looked around you to oblige her, but from what you could tell every corridor only looked like more of the same in this labyrinth.

“I got into an elevator when all the shooting started, when that man-“

“Logan. We met him too. He’s escaped now, he-” She paused, your recent memories now visible to her. “He helped you.”

“He did.” You felt she both was and wasn’t surprised at this.

“Anyway,” She continued as if something was distracting her, like she was physically talking to someone else, while mentally talking to you. “The Professor needs us. We’re sending Peter to find you. He’ll bring you to us and then we’re leaving together.”

“Okay,” Was all you could answer, as you felt Jean leave your mind abruptly at that. You remembered Xavier’s odd speech earlier, something you really hadn’t had time to deconstruct any further with everything else that had happened immediately after. You supposed they would fill you in when you were all reunited.

But you did feel a significant weight leave your shoulders at the mention of Peter’s name, even though it sounded like this horrific day was still far from over. He was okay too then at least. You hadn’t screwed up enough to get him hurt in a way you couldn’t take back.

Yet how long would it take for him to find you? Should you just stay in place, or go back to the elevator now? You hadn’t found any stairwells or other-

“(Y/N)?”

You’d be lying to say you didn’t almost fall over in surprise as a tiny gust of air was the only other thing that announced him as Peter was suddenly standing beside you.

“You’re as bad as Kurt!” You gasped, before you could stop yourself. You clenched one fist at your side, at least having the self control not to punch him right in the arm as you might have done with some of the boys at school if they had given you that kind of scare.

“That’s the blue kid with the tail right? Not to be confused with the big blue hairy guy, he’s the one that told me your name by the way, or the blue famous chick from TV?” He shook his head, but his eyes were amused. “You guys have some kind of quota on the color blue or what?”

You stared at him. He did like to talk didn’t he?

When you didn’t respond right away, you saw his eyes wander down, then back up. “Red said you’d be a bit of a mess, but you sure you’re okay?”

Your shirt was torn from well, now you knew him as Logan...that man’s claws. Those cuts were still bleeding a bit, but the guard’s blood was on you as well. The metal shackles were also still on your wrists and ankles, though their chains had been broken, and the inhibitor collar was around your neck. Yes, you must look quite a sight.

“You mean Jean,” you corrected. She must have given him some warning at least before sending him. “Yeah, I’m fine. So you found another way out of here, we should-”

But he didn’t seem to be listening, either that or you weren’t very convincing on the being okay sentiment.

He looked quite serious all of the sudden. “I’m sorry I didn’t help you when Colonel douchebag was trying to work you over.”

You blinked. What was he talking about?

“Stryker I guess they said his name was, the guy that kicked you back at the house.” He just continued. “That piece of shit bailed already.”

“How did you know about that?” You asked honestly. Peter had been unconscious as far as you’d known.

“I mean I was in and out,” He answered, seemingly understanding your confusion now. “But uh...” He hesitated, kind of an awkward smirk building then. “I definitely remember you laying on me. The impact wasn’t that great, but afterward was pretty nice.”

Your felt a heat rising to your face immediately. The absurdity of being physically embarrassed at his implication and tone, as you stood here literally bleeding in the belly of some mutant torturing black ops lab was not lost on you.

“Look, I...” You didn’t even know what to say, but you knew if you didn’t start talking now you were never going to recover control here. “I’m really glad they didn’t hurt you, and I’m sorry too if I got you involved deeper in all of this. And I want to thank you for pulling everyone out of the mansion this morning. We owe you so much. I just-” Oh man, where were you even going with this? You looked to him still feeling like you were just digging yourself deeper, “You can stop me anytime now you know?”

He was now outright grinning. “You’re welcome, babe.”

Not helping. AT ALL.

You were staring at him again. “They’re going to be waiting on us, you know,” You felt you were going to be pleading with him in a moment.

“I know, places to be, worlds to save...” He just moved closer and you tensed a little bit. He noticed, but stood his ground. “I have to brace you or you’re just going to be hurt even more when I run you back to them.”

“So is that how you do it, then? You’re just that fast?” You asked honestly. His actual mutation wasn’t something there’d been any chance to discuss. You could infer only so many ways he would have been able to evacuate those in the mansion almost instantaneously. But you knew teleporters too, even people who could move through reality on other planes. There was always more than one way to do something.

“I’ll show you mine if you show me yours,” He chuckled, smirking enough for you to know he was still just picking with you as one of his hands went behind your head and the other to your ribs to brace you. He really did know where you’d been hit then.

His hands were warm, and you could smell that damn cologne again now as you tried to ready yourself for whatever was about to happen.

You didn’t know what you had expected. You knew how it felt to take off in a jet, or slam the gas pedal down in one of the Professor’s expensive cars, or ride on a really intense roller coaster. But this wasn’t that. There wasn’t even any time for your brain to register the acceleration. It felt like just a single heartbeat before you were standing back in front of those elevator doors with him.

It was the deceleration that hit you. By the time your body knew it was moving, it had already stopped again, your organs lurching and your equilibrium completely thrown off as vertigo took over. You leaned forward immediately, trying not to dry heave as puking seemed almost imminent.

He took one of your hands, his other hand moving down from your ribs to your waist as he helped support you still.

“It’ll pass. It happens to everyone the first time,” He spoke, probably the softest tone you’d heard from him to this point.

“You’re telling me there are people who have been-” You swallowed, fighting that nausea back down. “have been with you multiple times?” You meant to say multiple times like that. People who needed to be rescued this way multiple times. You stood up, still queasy as you tried to face him and correct this blunder immediately. Why did this guy have you so flustered!?

“I’m not normally like this,” you stammered, waiting for some great retort from him as you’d just left yourself wide open with that slip.

It was only then that you realized he still had one hand on your waist, and you were now facing him, just inches apart. And the silence was worse. It was much worse while he was just looking back at you.

“No,” He finally said, “I uh...I don’t have anyone that’s stayed around long enough for that.”

He wasn’t joking at all now and you knew it.

“I didn’t mean...” You started, but stopped again when you didn’t know how to finish.

But the vulnerability was gone just as soon as it’d come. His smirk returned as he let go of you, moving forward to hit the keypad for the elevator. “I did look for stairwells by the way, if you were wondering. It only took me as long as it did to find you down here because this damn elevator is slow as hell.”

You actually were a little relieved to finally be focusing back to the task at hand. But you still felt an unspoken conversation lingering that would need to be continued later. You wanted him to know who you really were.

And honestly...you now wanted to know who he really was.

The harsh buzz from the keypad brought you back to attention as Peter hit it again.

A tiny screen blinked “CODE ERROR” in red as he groaned. “It didn’t need a damn code to come down, that makes no sense!”

You responded in a few moments, realizing the likely truth fairly quickly. “But it would make sense if you were more concerned about things getting out of the lab than you were of things getting in.” The same would be true for the lack of entry and exit points. They surely weren’t concerned with fire safety or anything else but keeping their specimens captive when they built this place.

“Ugh, that’s dark,” He answered, glancing at you and then back to the keypad. “You’re almost making me not feel so bad for all the guys that looked like swiss cheese on the way down here. But lucky for you, you’ve got me, and these five hombres.” He waved his fingers at you before immediately beginning to punch in multiple codes in faster succession than of course would have been possible for anyone else.

“Peter, I don’t think-” You started, already having a good suspicion of how this might play out, before the keypad abruptly quit accepting inputs, the tiny screen then blinking LOCKOUT. The only thing that did surprise you was a new even thicker door suddenly closing over the original elevator doors.

And you couldn’t help it then. You laughed. A real laugh. It was just the dumbest icing on the cake. “Okay, Han Solo. I think that will do.” You didn’t care if he would understand the reference or not. You needed that laugh right now.

But he didn’t let you down. Not even for a moment. “Okay then Leia, then you show me how we’re getting past here to save the ugly little ewoks.”

You were still snickering a little, but you shook your head. “I can’t,” You motioned to the inhibitor collar still around your neck. “Not with this on. It’s blocking my powers.” You had hoped once you were all back topside that Hank would be able to disarm the thing. It was probably radio controlled or something like that. “We’ll have to wait on Jean and the others to realize we’re taking too long, they’ll come for us.”

“I don’t wait,” Peter retorted. “Besides, like I said, I showed you mine. Time to show me yours.” He tilted his head, eyeing you. “Really, I’ve been dying to know.”

“Sure you have,” You were skeptical, but it was actually hard to read him right now. Was he actually that curious about you? “And I’ve already tried to take it off, it doesn’t budge.”

“Again, babe. You didn’t have me before.” The smug tone was back, as he evidently had some plan you didn’t know if you were going to like or not.

“You realize, this thing is nearly against my jugular veins, right? What are you going to do?” You had every right to be hesitant you thought. Especially after the keypad failure.

“Just be still. I’m going to vibrate it apart.” He answered confidently.

Okay, now you really didn’t like this. “Again, head, throat, things I need to stay in one piece. What if it has some self destruct thing and explodes?”

“I can pull you away from that before it even burns you. How do you think your friends lived when your house blew up this morning?”

You could have mentioned Alex’s fate then, but that would have been needlessly cruel. Alex must have already been gone before Peter even entered the building. He did save everyone else you thought.

“Trust me,” Peter looked you in the eyes and you could feel yourself relenting.

You really did believe him it seemed. Hopefully that faith was not misplaced. “Please be careful,” You closed your eyes, going stock still.

“For you? Of course.”

You heard his jacket move, which told you he was raising his arms. Internally you tensed-

And then all you heard were pieces of metal and circuitry skittering across the floor in every direction. You were still standing exactly as you had been as you opened your eyes to a too pleased with himself Peter.

“Some shrapnel did try to go into your face, but I moved the pieces. No kaboom though.” His expression changed then to happily expectant, “So come on, I’ve helped three times now, the stage is now yours,” He made an exagerrated motion to the big metal door now blocking the elevator. “What’s your poison?”

Poison? An interesting way to put it, but you knew what he meant. All mutant abilities were both a gift and a curse. Yet even after all these years of meeting people of your own kind, it was still very personal to show someone your real self for the very first time.

Especially when you evidently cared what he thought of you as you realized your nerves were suddenly about much more than just being able to get open a door or not. How would he react?

You took a breath, still extremely aware of his eyes on you as you turned your palms upward. It was always easiest to start with your hands. But you’d need to bring the energy all the way through you to get the kind of power it was going to take to pull this door out.

There was a slight relief in you as your hands began to glow white after a moment. At least you knew you were no longer defenseless, that these people hadn’t taken your abilities permanently.

In your peripheral vision you could see Peter shift, but you didn’t look to him, trying to concentrate as the energy spread up your arms and you closed your eyes. It always felt so warm, like being in the sun on a clear day. It spread to your chest, legs, up your shoulders and over your face. Even through your hair as you willed the energy to lift you up, now completely enveloped until you were a silhouette of a person. Glowing in soft white light and levitating about a foot off the floor.

You opened your eyes again, feeling you had things in control enough now to speak to him. The tone of your voice changed slightly in this form though. There was a hum to it, the energy moving across your vocal chords like every other part of you.

“I’m going to try and pull the door out of the way and into the hall. Please be ready to move as I won’t have a lot of control over it once it gives. My effort is going to all be on breaking it.”

You looked to him after a moment though when he didn’t respond. You knew he was fast enough to keep himself safe obviously, but you had to be sure he was ready. Was he really just staring at you? “Peter?”

He blinked. “Yeah, uh. That’s...” He stepped back from the door, but never took his eyes off you, this weird expression on his face. “That’s cool.”

“Please mind the door,” You reiterated gently, not quite sure what to make of his reaction to your powers.

“Sure, sure thing.” He sounded more like himself then. “Do your deal.”

Your deal as he put it, involved willing this same energy now in a field around the door as you rose your hand up to control it. Once you were sure you had it solidly, you began pulling your hand back, trying to pull the door out of its railing.

It gradually started to creak, but like you’d thought, this was going to take some real doing. You pulled harder and harder, the metal just groaning louder. “Come on,” You spoke, not really sure if you were talking more to yourself or the door.

Your arm was starting to really ache with the effort. But just when you thought you might have to try something else after all, you finally felt the door give. And when it gave, it did so spectacularly. This massive chunk of metal collapsed, exploding out of its rail as it rocketed down the hallway. You just moved to the side to avoid it, the smaller pieces hitting you harmlessly in this form.

To your eyes it only looked like Peter disappeared and then reappeared as he also easily missed all the debris.

Once that obstacle was out of the way, you glided down, back to the normal elevator doors. They were slightly damaged from the removal of the larger door. But now it only took minimum effort to force them open.

You entered the elevator, the inner keypad was also blinking that same “LOCKOUT” error from earlier. So the elevator itself was going nowhere. But this was now no longer an issue for you.

“I can carry us up,” You looked to Peter, though unsure how comfortable he would be with this new idea.

He was standing at the entrance of the elevator already, watching you still. You could see the wheels in his head turning. And then he finally asked. “So, you’re glowing...and flying. Is this like radioactive glow, or I just need some sunscreen kind of glow?”

“It’s just light energy in the visible spectrum.” You answered reflexively. “But not even UV, the wavelength itself doesn’t cause any damage. It’s only when I make it solid or make it unstable that I can do anything harmful with it.”

You could see he may have skipped the lessons on long and short wave energy and radiation in science class as he just kept staring.

“You’re fine, it’s safe” You smiled. Certainly not the first time you had heard such questions. “The Professor and Hank had me tested from the very beginning, I never would have been allowed so close to other students without more precautions if I was that dangerous.”

“So you’re...close to some other students?” He asked almost tauntingly, one eyebrow raised, and it took you a moment before you realized he may be getting back at you for your comments from before.

It was probably just the fact that you were in your energy form now, but you felt confident enough to respond just as quickly, “It’s more like the Brady Bunch than what you’re thinking. Like having a whole house of little brothers and sisters.”

You had already opened up the ceiling of the elevator while the two of you talked, looking up now to the empty shaft and elevator cables. It’d be much easier to move the two of you rather than to try and lift the whole elevator. You reached a hand out to Peter. “I can lift us up the shaft to the floor that the others are on and open the doors, then you can take us to them. Deal?”

You had trusted him to bring you here, as well as to remove that collar from you. Would he now trust you to bring him up several floors without dropping him?

He was looking at your hand. “I probably could just run up the walls you know.”

You paused, realizing you hadn’t considered that. You didn’t really know what all he was capable of truly. But just as you started to lower your hand, he surprised you by grabbing and holding it.

“Yet how many guys can say they flew with you, huh?”

“Practically none,” You admitted. “I don’t make a habit of picking up my friends.”

“You aren’t quite building confidence here.”

“I’m sure that door weighed more than you.”

“And look how it ended up. Again, not comforting.”

This guy was truly something else. “Come here, we take much longer and they really are going to be sending a search party for us.”

You extended the energy from your hand across his body gently. He was obviously much lighter than the door, and the closer you kept him, the easier it would be to move the both of you.

You tried not to make eye contact with him again as you levitated the two of you through the top of the elevator and up through the shaft. Even though you knew you were fully capable of doing this, you still didn’t want to lose focus.

But his voice didn’t sound frightened at all as he spoke up to let you know how high to go. “They’re on the top floor, we’re stealing a jet to get out of here.”

“Wow, but okay. Got it,” You sped up a little at that, no longer worried about passing your landing point as you went straight to the top.

When you reached the highest doors, you were able to force them open with a turn of your free hand, bringing you and Peter safely through and back onto solid ground.

You powered down immediately as your feet met the floor, the light fading back into your body until you were just standing there in your torn, bloody clothes once more. “Okay, I’m ready to get nauseous again, let’s go.”

He actually squeezed your hand before he let go of it in order to brace your head and ribs again. “For the record that felt pretty good. You’re really warm. Zero g’s was cool too. Thanks.”

“Um...you’re welcome?” You answered, a little flustered all over again to your own dismay, and really not knowing what else to say before he whisked you away in an instant.

It really was going to be the longest day ever.

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(Continued in next chapter here)

[crimefightingspiderguy]

My final thoughts on WandaVision (so it goes without saying if you haven’t finished it, don’t look past Vision)

What I liked:

• I loved the sitcom concept, super cool. And finding out why she hung onto sitcoms for comfort was just *chefs kiss* pay off wise.

• I loved how it started out as a slow build up (but I do think it would’ve worked better to have longer episodes to make things fit better and not feel as rushed towards the end)

• I loved Darcy, Monica and Jimmy’s trio. They were so fantastic together and the actors all did great.

• On the note of Monica, IM SO EXCITED TO HAVE A WOMAN OF COLOR SUPERHERO (especially since she’ll eventually be a main character not just a “sidekick”) 🥳

• I LOVED Pietro/Fietro/Ralph/Uncle P (whoever the hell he actually was). I obviously have some dislikes about the last episode, but we’ll get to that later. I loved how fun Evan Peters was. He really did a fantastic job even though no one knew what was going on with his character, he ate that shit up and left no crumbs.

• Wanda and Visions love story is so much better now that we got to build up to it rather than us just jumping into it (how I felt in Infinity War)

• SCARLET WITCH BOUT TO MAKE ME ACT UP. HOLY JIMMINE CRICKETS WAS SHE LOOKING GORGEOUS AND POWERFUL IN THAT LAST EPISODE

• Billy and Tommy are some of the sweetest children I think I’ve ever seen in a movie/show world and I love them with all my heart and soul and I really hope they do return.

• ITS BEEN AGATHA ALL ALONG 💃🏻🕺🏽💃🏻🕺🏽💃🏻

• “what is grief if not love persevering”

• “we’ve said goodbye before so it stands to reason... we’ll say hello again” IM CRYING JUST THINKING ABOUT IT.

• Wanda tucked in Billy and Tommy so they’d be asleep before they were sucked away with the hex 😭😭😭

• “thank you for choosing me to be your mom” 😭

• That second end credit scene with Scarlet Witch astral projecting was so trippy (I love it) and the boys calling to her broke my dang heart.

• overall the special effects looked really cool

• omg Elizabeth Olsen breaking her back to create the hex was 10/10 she’s so dedicated to the motions/physical acting of it all. Also all her crying scenes, it all felt very real and it really made me sob whenever she was hurting.

Things I didn’t like:

• Episode length. I understand they wanted it to go with the length of a normal sitcom, but it doesn’t work when you’re flashing back and forth between the sitcom and the real world. The time got messy towards the end and things felt rushed like the Vision vs. White Vision battle was just boring because it had no climatic energy to it.

• Too many loose ends/wasn’t clear enough. By that I mean, who was Jimmy’s missing person that led to him learning about the hex? (I’m hoping it was Evan Peters’ character, but more on that later). What happened to White Vision? Does Wanda have Agatha’s power now or did she just make it so she couldn’t use them?

• Ralph Bohner? Really Disney/Marvel? Really? You’re telling me you got Evan fricking Peters just so you could stunt cast and fuck with the audience and end it with a dick joke? Not cool.

• Why no Darcy in the last episode other than 2 seconds :(

• Hayward... Thats it. I just really hate him.

• some of the script/lines were a little questionable... like idk a lot of Agatha’s lines once she was revealed as the villain just were lack luster after her amazing intro and they were sort of tacky.

• I didn’t like how they hyped up certain things just for them to not really be significant (like Monica saying she knew a space engineer who could get her in and it was all mysterious, then not even ending up needing the truck they built or the character not really having much of a “wow” show up)

• I’m back to the Evan Peters thing. Why would they hype up his character’s mystery identity for him to just be a random dude named Ralph Bohner??? That’s such terrible writing (obviously I’m not an expert writer, but I actually did internship at a magazine where I had to read submitted stories and judge them and see if they were worthy of publication. And my minor in college was writing. So I do know a little about story telling, and something is off about the way they did this.). It’s either the fact that it’s just plain bad writing, or it’s a misdirect. I want to believe that Marvel knows how much people would enjoy EP in this show and would eventually expect more from him in the MCU. Now obviously, this is Wanda’s show and she decides what makes it on and what doesn’t, so maybe Ralph is the missing person Jimmy was looking for, but Wanda doesn’t know that, nor would she want it on her show. Maybe he really is Quicksilver but they put him in the Witness Protection Program when he came over from another universe? Or maybe he really is just a nobody who Agatha lived with because his house was conveniently close to Wanda’s. Or maybe he is someone of significance because who just has a random headshot lying around with their proof of ownership of their house and other paperwork and then laughs at their name Bohner even though if they’d had that name their whole life they’d be sick of the dick jokes?? Maybe they left it vague enough so they could gauge audience reaction to EP, if it was good they could come back to it in a mutants movie/show (or maybe even Doctor Strange 2 or Spider-Man 3) or if it was bad, just leave it at he’s a random person who already lived in Westview. Idk all I know is if they don’t end up bringing him back I’m definitely gonna be significantly less interested in any morphing of the XMen and mutants into the MCU.

Lastly, I just wanna say the actors and actresses all did fantastic (especially Elizabeth Olsen and Paul Bettany). They all play such complex roles this time around and it really showed how passionate they were about this project. I loved them all so much and they truly brought this show to life (yes it has flaws, but it was their first attempt at a MCU timeline show, and the actors did what they could with what they were given so none of my criticism go towards them). I really enjoyed this overall (and I’m genuinely sad to see it ending) and I’m looking forward to seeing Wanda being a bad mamma-jamma in Doctor Strange 2.

[lyrical-panic]

A lovely person who has asked to remain anonymous asked:

Hi, can I request headcannons for Iida, Todoroki, and Bakugo liking a brown female reader with bubblegum pink hair that has a quirk with wings and horns like Angelina Jolie’s Maleficent but magic like Scarlet Witch’s? She’s super intelligent, skilled, witty,crafty, and doesn’t let anyone push her around (big bottom energy tho). Also super, super clueless about when people want to befriend her or have romantic feelings for her. (Bonus: insecure about her horns and wings and they reassure her that she’s literally fucking gorgeous).

I would love to write this for you! I loved your character description, but a fair warning: I probably won't touch very much on the Reader being brown, seeing as I am as white as a ghost and also stupid. I hope you enjoy regardless. 😅

Also, I haven't written for Bakugo or Todoroki in a hot minute. This'll be fun

Warnings: Swearing

Masterlist

. . .

Tenya Iida

It’s not love at first sight, more like intrigue at first sight

He notices that you’re a loner. You don’t fall into groups the way everyone else does the first couple weeks of school

He mentions this to his friends once, and Midoriya’s like, “one sec,”

He leaves, then comes back 2 minutes later with you in tow

“She said she’s sit with us at lunch! I wanted to talk about her quirk anyway.”

You’re like “ok i guess this is happening”

And thus the Dekusquad adopts you

You’re a good foil for the group

Whereas Iida, Uraraka and Midoriya are generally cheery and good natured, you’re cynical and snappish, and get along surprisingly well with them all

Iida’s drawn to your prickly disposition. He attaches himself to you at the hip and you kind of let him

He’s nice enough. A little uppity, and certainly dramatic, but not insufferable

He finds himself becoming more and more taken with you by the day, and you find yourself becoming more adjusted to his presence

You’re not entirely sure why Iida insists on hanging around you so often, but you let him

You somehow missed the obvious heart eyes 🙄

One day, you’re hanging out with the girls, and Uraraka accidentally lets it slip that Iida has a crush on you

You go “Really? Does he?”

Literally all of them are like “....Did you not.... realize?”

It’s ok, you’re just a little dense

The girls convince you to ask him out, and you agree, albeit hesitantly

“I mean are you sure he-”

“YES, (Y/N)! He follows you around like a lost puppy!”

“That doesn’t mean he has a crush on me, though.”

“..... are you dumb???”

Shoto Todoroki

It’s funny because y’all are basically the same person

Super smart and powerful but really dense when it comes to emotions?

Ah yes. I see no problems here

You both ended up gravitating towards each other, just because you weren’t friends with anyone else

You shared a table at lunch but literally never spoke

You both had a mutual respect for each other, but it never really turned into anything more than that until..... you guessed: the Dekusquad adopted you two

They really do be taking in emotionally constipated and overpowered emos

You both talked more, and you started to grow on each other

When Todoroki first started falling for you, he legit thought he was dying 💀

His palms went clammy whenever you were close. His face heated up whenever you talked to him. His stomach seemed to tie itself it knots whenever he saw you.

Homie couldn’t connect the dots

Nor could you

Iida, Uraraka and Midoriya are watching you two like “can y’all just kiss already??”

One day, Todo notices that you seem more distant than usual

He pulls you aside after class and asks what’s up

After a little bit of gentle goading, you admit that someone called your horns ugly that morning

He literally says out loud “That’s just not true. There’re beautiful. All of you is beautiful.”

You take a minute to process his words, and that’s when it hits you that you like him.

“Oh shit,”

Katsuki Bakugo

Oh my god

You’re going to kill each other

So the Bakusquad forced themselves on Bakugo, right?

It was less of adoption and more of a kidnapping

They do the same more or less with you

Like the Dekusquad, the Bakusquad enjoys picking up less-then-friendly strays

You’re a little more accepting of your new group than Bakugo, who sticks around for you, ironically enough

Baku can’t deny that you’re powerful. You’re one of the strongest students there, and that makes you a rival

You settle right into that role, spewing insults and levying attacks at him

Y’all really said “enemies to lovers”-

Bakugo begrudgingly respects you, and you him

Neither of you can quite place when you stopped constantly scowling at each other and starting sharing knowing smirks 

Somehow your rivalry lead to friendship 

And then something more..... 👀

Like Todoroki, it takes Bakugo a while to figure out that he likes you, but when he does he’s like “No. Fuck. WHY?”

How did he go from hating your guts to wanting to kiss you stupid face?

You are equally confused

Baku asks you one day to go out for lunch with him, and you are thoroughly thrown for a loop

“I thought you didn’t like me.”

“...you’re not all bad.”

“....huh.”

“Well? Spit it out!”

“I thought I didn’t like you.”

“And?”

“You’re also not all bad.”