#ens jacket on the other hand? bad

[galaxia-art]

[image description: an illistration of all the one for all holders from the anime my hero academia. they’re all holding hands in a chain, in order of succession, with all might and deku in the bottom foreground, all the way to the first user at the top in the background, and behind him is all for one’s hand reaching for his head from the top of the image.

they’re in the ofa mindscape, surrounded by green tinted smoke framing them in a triangle shape, and behind them is beams of rainbow light reaching outwards. where each of their hands are holding, there’s a light emitting int he colour theme of the previous holder, and where all might is, the light is brighter and shining and he’s holding it out for izuku who is reaching towards that light. end id]

i am absolutely going to have to edit colours later so i can make this into a print.

also fun fact i coloured this al before 6, 4, 3, and 2nd’s colours were revealed. like a day before. and then my art program crashed and i lost all the colouring. life was telling me i needed to slow down a bit there.

anyway im super proud of this!! dont have time to do much big drawings so this was. a pain but i’m very happy!

also close up’s and alternate colours under the cut

[id: close ups of all of them, and unshaded close ups of the 6th, 4th, 3rd, and 2nd users with different colours. 3rd and 2nd have the same clothes, but 2nd has a slightly more reddish and lighter hair, while 3rd has a light purple. 4th has pale pink hair and light purple eyes, and indigo and black clothes. 6th has a slightly blue tinted jacket with grey arm bandages, and blue eyes. end id]

[kamotecue]

the forgotten love ✮ k. cooney-cross

pairing: kyra cooney-cross x reader

summary: you were her first love—truly unforgettable as people would say. you had met in year 5 as an exchange student from sweden, you were her defender. swedish!reader

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ever wonder what it’s like—when you’ve forgotten someone who’s dear to you? for you, it was extreme agony, you had photographs and polaroids of a freckled girl you don’t remember.

whenever you tried to ask, the ones around you would say “she’s just someone you used to know”, or that “she isn’t that important.” but they had lied—she was your entire world, the light that you’re supposed to find in the darkness.

you met her in year 5, an exchange student coming from sweden. you had accidentally bumped into her in the hallways, and that’s how you became friends.

the history between you—wasn’t just friends. you were friends to lovers, and had become strangers again. the freckled girl who you had yet to learn the name of—was the one who got you into football.

she was your midfielder, and you were her defender. however, your thoughts were interrupted as you heard the studs that pitter-pattered on the locker room floor.

it was magda, one of the team’s co-captain. ever since you made your debut for the senior team at 15 years old, she had taken you under her wing.

“du verkar lite distraherad på sistone, n/n. [you seem a little distracted lately, n/n.]” you hummed, knowing that she was right.

“det är bara något som upptar mitt sinne. [there’s just something that occupies my thoughts.]” you confessed as magda gave you a soft nudge, taking the seat beside you.

“det finns alltid, en riktig tänkare du är n/n. men jag vill att du fokuserar på spelet idag. [there always is, quite a thinker you are n/n. but i want you to focus on the game today.]” you gave her a short nod, it was the bronze match after all—the matildas have been a powerful team throughout the tournament.

your coach had clapped, signaling for the starting line up to head to the tunnel, as the game was about to begin. you hummed, slipping on the trainer jacket, this was the first time you’d be starting—as you mostly changed the game as an impact sub.

the tunnel was filled with small chatter from both teams, but you kept silently wanting to not get distracted. you didn’t notice the way australia’s number 23 had looked at you, it was filled with pining, the need to have you in her arms again.

you knew everything was going smoothly, until it was time to shake the hands of the other players. but when you came across the midfielder, your eyes has widened in realization.

she’s the freckled girl in the photos you don’t remember. asllani, the one wearing the captain’s armband had nudged you softly as you were holding up the line.

“focus, little one.” she commented as you gave her a small nod, the game was about to start and you swiftly headed to your position in the back line.

the game started with ease, as a penalty was rewarded in the 27th minute—due to stina going down under the pressure from australia’s polkinghorne.

you watched from your side of the pitch, as frido stood up to take it. zecira had hummed beside you, as you turned to glance at her.

“när kommer du att göra ett fantastiskt kors? [when will you make an amazing cross?]” you gave her a small chuckle as you simply shrugged your shoulders.

“snart, antar jag. [soon, i suppose.]” you commented, and that’s exactly what you did. just before the first half had ended, you had sent a cross to stina who had headed it in, scoring the second goal of the match.

the first half had ended just exactly how the coach had wanted it, but there was this gut feeling that you had—as if something bad was going to happen. frido had jumped on your back, easing your worries as you stumbled a bit.

“onwards.” she joked, as you laughed at her silly behavior. you hummed, wrapping your arms around her legs to support her.

“children.” magda teased, ruffling your hair as you three entered the locker room. the tactics were interesting, as you played with the tumblr that was given to you.

yet what happened next was something you didn’t expect—no one did. as the matildas were eager to equalize the score, you had collided with mary who had went for a header.

as you headed straight to the floor, zecira was quick to get the ball—making australia have no chance at scoring that close goal. you weren’t getting up, no one had noticed you—until after zecira had kicked the ball forward.

her eyes had landed on you, your hands were holding your head—as you had groaned, loudly. she stepped closer to you, while watching ahead.

“n/n?” her voice rang, as you slightly leaked through your fingers to see a blurred face. the ringing of your ears made it harder to distinguish who it was.

“mitt huvud, det gör ont. [my head, it hurts.]” you softly said, as zecira hummed noticing how the referee had blew her whistle seeing you on the ground.

you mumbled in pain hearing the loud whistle, frido and stina were first to come beside you as the swedish medical team made their way towards you.

from afar, you hadn’t notice the way her eyes had gazed to where you were—nor did you realize how katrina gorry had looked at you. she had heard about you from kyra who was like her daughter figure.

“a terrible collision that was.” frido said as she looked at the huge screen, before kneeling down beside you—making sure she was away from the medics space as she didn’t want to interrupt.

“jag tror inte att jag kunde hålla ögonen öppna. [i don’t think i could keep my eyes open.]” you had stuttered, your eyes fluttering now and then. you heard a huge commotion, as you tried to keep your eyes open—but it was bound to happen as your eyes had closed.

zecira noticed kyra coming closer, as she extended her arm to not make her go any closer to you. but stina had spoke in swedish, the goalkeeper just hummed before bringing back her hand.

she took a deep breathe before she saw you—there was a bit of blood above your right eye, as the swedish medic swiftly did his job.

“so, you’re the one y/n had fell for.” frido spoke in english, her swedish accent was evident as kyra looked at her with wide eyes, clearly surprised at this.

[luveline]

what about reader tispy or high at a party and tellin steve how pretty he is and he doesn't know how to handle it?

steve versus a very drunk and slightly high reader who really likes his face (warnings for implied drinking and r eating a weed brownie <3)

Steve takes in your drunken state with something close to horror, remembering exactly how this scenario had panned out for him the last time. You’re sitting on the arm of somebody’s sofa giggling down at your hands, clearly tipsy, your head lifting up slowly when he calls your name. 

“Stevie,” you say. He can’t gauge any one emotion from your voice. 

“Hey, what happened? I was only gone for ten minutes. The bathroom's an en-suite, by the way.” His bitterness over having to search the upstairs three separate times for a toilet is obvious. "D'you drink a whole fish bowl by yourself?"

You take the bottom of his jacket in your hand and pull him towards you, wrapping your arms around his thighs. He dips his chin to his chest to take you in, looking down at your glassy-eyed expression with some sympathy and more apprehension. 

“Are you okay?” he asks nervously. 

“I’m really stupid, Steve. When we first got here and I went to speak to Donna, like an hour ago? At the snack table? I had one of her brownies.”

Oh! You’re high. Of course you are. The weed must’ve just kicked in while he was gone. And then, “Hey, why were you at the snack table? You told me you weren’t hungry.”

You shove your face into his abdomen and sigh. “I lied, Steve.” Your voice, your tone, makes him want to laugh, suddenly so solemn.

Steve pushes his arms over your shoulders and dips down until the side of his chin brushed your temple. “Are you feeling okay?”

“I’m actually really hungry.”

His eyes slip closed in exasperation. He pats your back. “Idiot. This is why you shouldn’t lie.” You laugh. “What’s funny, Pinocchio?”

“Pinocchio!” You laugh harder, dizzy giggles that warm his chest before saying, “Steve, are you saying my nose is a foot long? That is so awful.”

He rolls his eyes and pulls away from your grip. “Here, get up. Let’s go raid the pantry.”

The pantry is stocked pretty well with snacks and Steve doesn’t feel even remotely bad for raiding it in the name of his girl.

“Hey, do you like the strawberry Pop-“ he cuts off, having turned and found you sitting on the floor. “Babe.”

“Yuh?” you ask, looking up. 

He sighs deeply and sits down in front of you, offering the box of Pop Tarts tentatively. You take them without looking at them, your gaze roving over his face greedily. He scratches his neck and tries not to show how shy he feels when you're looking at him like that. 

“Take a picture,” he says dryly.

“I don’t have a camera.”

He chuckles to himself and shuffles as close as he can, his crossed legs brushing your knees. You struggle with the Pop Tart packaging, fingers clumsy with the cardboard. You rip open the foil and it splits wide, the Pop Tarts falling out and into your lap, a hail of crumbs over your clothes. 

He takes the tarts into his hand and uses the other to brush you down. 

“Dummy. Are you sure you’re feeling okay? I know you didn’t mean to… take anything.”

“You don’t 'take' pot.”

“You didn’t smoke it,” he argues, forgetting the point.

“I ate it,” you say agreeably, taking back your tarts. “I feel great, Steve. Super. You want one of these?”

“No, you’re okay. You have them both, baby.”

You grin and sandwich them together, taking a big bite that sprays another wave of crumbs down your front. He doesn’t bother brushing these ones away, staring at you unabashed. He’s worried you’re going to get upset though he knows it’s unlikely. Even so, his body remembers, and he feels nauseous as you work your way through your sugary snack. 

You get a stripe of pinky-red icing on your face, from the corner of your mouth and over your cheek. 

"Here," he says, waving his hand at your face. You melt towards him and he wipes it away. 

You're looking at him intensely.

"What?" he asks through a laugh, paused with his hand on your cheek. 

"You…"

"What?" 

"You're so pretty. Handsome," you correct hurriedly. 

"Pretty?" he asks. 

You nod heavily. "You're pretty. My…" Steve slides his hand under your ear. "My pretty boy." 

You smile, lashes kissing at the corners, nothing but love on your face as you lean into his hand. "You have the nicest face ever." 

"What's the matter with you?" he asks, rubbing your cheek with his thumb just rough enough for your head to bob backwards. Your eyes close fully in response. Your smile grows. 

"Nothing," you say adamantly. 

Steve pulls you towards him. You're pretty floppy, your side falling into his chest, your face to his collar. "You're full of it." 

"You're soooo pretty," you whisper. 

"Stop it." 

You look up at him, your crown brushing his chin. "You are! Look-" you bring your hands to his face. His eyes widen and his hands tighten where they rest, arms wrapped around you lightly. "Look at your face." 

"I can't look at my own face." 

"Okay. I'll do it." 

He presses his lips together and lets you play with his face, gently squeezing his cheeks, then less so. Your eyes track over his eyes, his nose, his mouth. 

"Steve," you murmur, pouting at him. 

"Y/N." 

Your teeth appear as your smile grows blinding. You get another case of the giggles and they're infectious, the two of you laughing as your hands fall from his face to his neck and you wrap your arms around him, climbing into his lap. Steve accepts you readily, letting a big breath escape him as he tucks you into his arms. 

"Alright," he says, sighing, palm spreading over the breadth of your back. 

You press your face to his neck. "Prettiest boy ever."

"Give it a rest," he says sternly. Only glad you can't see the blush blooming over his skin. 

[angel-of-the-moons]

Nectar

Jake Lockley x Fem!Reader!

TW/CW: NSFW, Fingering, Voyeurism (sorta), exhibitionism, dirty talk, grinding, biting, smut, Jake is a cheeky little slut we all know this

MINORS DNI: I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR CONTENT YOU CONSUME

A/N: This is self-indulgent as fuck, to help get me out of the funk I've been in. This is also because I actually grow these flowers and some interesting things happen when you milk them. That and I love to tell people I milk flowers for shampoo, the confusion is great.

(Any Spanish in this fic is written in italics and largely translated by Google, since I still know only a tiny bit and don't know any Spanish speakers personally)

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Jake dropped his duffel bag next to the front door, sighing as he tugged off his jacket.

It was a quiet day, thankfully, because Steven and Marc left him to control the body today, to allow him to front by himself without their "chattering" in his ear...

"Muñeca?" He called out.

When there was no answer, he tried for you again.

"Alguien en casa?"

His brow furrowed when he was met with silence. You were home, he was sure of it. Your car was out front, the front door was unlocked...

That's when he noticed it, the sliding glass doors were open.

Hairs rose on the back of his neck and he automatically suspected the worst. He pulled his gun out of his chest harness, turning the safety off and he slowly crept to the open doors, finger off the trigger.

Just in case.

He inched his head out just enough so he could sweep the corners of the back yard, surrounded with thick shrubbery and trees, and flowers of various sorts.

Until finally, he looked at the farthest and most shaded part of the yard.

There, hunched over, you were. Your hair damp and hanging in clumped strands around your face, what appeared to be sweat soaking your face, dripping down your neck, and into the valley between your breasts.

Your whole look was alluring, really. You were wearing your biker shorts, your boots loosely tied, your tank top rolled up to reveal just enough of the tantalizing skin he adored to touch so much.

Jake tilted his head, running his tongue along his teeth as he leered at you a moment longer, a familiar hot feeling settling in the pool of his belly.

Well, it had been a few days... too long for his tastes.

He then noticed something odd, next to you was a small pail, the kind you'd see a child using at the beach. The particular patch of flowers were probably the ugliest ones in his opinion. He made sure you knew it, too. They looked like pinecones without the prickly bits, conical in shape (obviously) with small blossoms poking out here and there as green faded into a bright red-pink.

When he asked you why the fuck you wanted those ugly ass things, you giggled and said "You'll see".

Jake grunted and put the safety on his gun off, holstering it and hanging it on the coat rack by the door.

He put his gloved hands in his pockets and walked into the patio, and over to you.

"I was wondering where you were." Jake hummed when he was close enough, tilting his head.

You looked up at him, and instantly you knew.

"Jake!" You said, breaking out in a grin as you stood, knees dirty. You slipped your arms around his neck and kissed him on the cheek; but of course, Jake being Jake, he turned his head and caught your mouth, shoving his tongue between your teeth to slide against yours with a soft groan; one of his hands cupping the back of your neck and the other going to grip at your waist, slipping beneath your tank top, the soft worn leather sliding up your back.

The smell coming from you was almost heavenly. Sweet, a little earthy, but almost like a cologne he wore, ages ago. It was a good smell for you.

"Jake." You breathed, separating from him, pouting up at him. "Can't wait, can you?"

"Mmm." Was all he said, his hand at the back of your neck moving to tip your chin upwards, his thumb brushing your bottom lip.

"Well too bad, you horndog." You giggle, pulling away from him, to kneel back in the grass.

"What are you doing?" He sighed, pouting like a child as he crossed his arms.

"Milking the flowers, duh." You grin up at him.

"Qué? How the... how the fuck do you milk a flower?" Jake asked, his brow furrowing as he kneels next to you.

"Here, watch." You grab a hold of one of the heavy flower heads, gesturing for him to lean in as you put your tiny pail beneath the flower.

When Jake leaned in, you gave a sudden squeeze to the flower, and some kind of clear gunk shot out and splattered on Jake's face, right above his eye and dripping down his cheek.

You broke out in a fit of giggles when he fell back on his ass, furiously wiping at his face and spewing curses.

"You're jerking off flowers!" He hissed at you.

You cackle some more and gently squeeze the flower, ignoring his comment.

Jake hesitantly sniffed his hand and realized...

"Did you put this in your hair?"

"Mhmm." You hummed. "It's a natural shampoo and conditioner. It keeps your hair shiny and fluffy... helps with bug bites and it can apparently be used as a massage lotion."

"....Where the hell did you learn that?" He squinted.

"YouTube. I got bored one day. It smells good, though, doesn't it?" You smirk at him as he rights his position now, making direct eye contact as you ever so slowly work your hand up the flower, the clear nectar dripping down the soft skin of your hands, into the waiting pail below.

He felt his cock stir in his pants as you turned from him and moved back down the flower, and back up again, squeezing out every drop you could.

You grab the handle of the pail and lift it, revealing it had been tucked inside of another bucket the whole time.

"It does smell... okay." Jake conceded.

"Just okay? Jerk." You snort, as you reach for another flower to start draining it into the pail.

"Mmmmh." Jake hummed, watching your slick fingers grip the flower head.

"You can go inside, y'know?" You sigh as his fingers reach out and grip your damp hair softly, the nectar from the flowers soaking your hair, the shiny fluid clinging to his glove.

"Don't want to." He murmurs, standing on his feet, looking down at you.

You don't have to look at him to know that he's smirking.

"Seeing as how you won't go inside and leave me alone, here." You hand him the pail full of the clear liquid.

"Set this on the counter in the kitchen for me?" You bat your eyelashes for extra effect.

Jake rolls his eyes, still smiling and does as you ask.

As he set the pail down, he leaned his hip on the counter.

He had a rather painful hard-on now. Watching your dainty fingers work at the flowers, all he could see was your hands wrapped firmly around his cock slowly stroking up, your fingers playing expertly over the tip, just the way he liked it...

Jake sighed and walked back out, and seeing you bent over as you milked more flowers sent a thought through his mind.

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When you stood up, you were suddenly grabbed from behind, strong arms wrapped around your waist as lips sought the pulse in your neck.

"Jake." You sighed, your hand going up to gently grip his dark curls.

"Hmm?" He hummed.

It would have been innocent, a little cuddle and love nip.

If he wasn't grinding his hard cock into the curve of your ass.

"Jake!" You gasped when you felt one of his hands slide down the front of your shorts.

"No panties? Naughty girl." He grinned as he bit down at the soft spot in your neck, earning a moan that you had to swallow back down before it got too loud.

"Fff..." You hiss, looking around frantically as his fingers swipe over your clit, toying with the wetness in your folds.

"So wet for me. You're having more fun than you're admitting to me, muñeca." Jake growled, biting harder on your skin as he curls a finger into your waiting cunt.

"Jake! S-someone might see us!"

"Let em see."

Jake chuckled cruelly, shoving you forward into the large oak tree your flowers were planted around.

He turned your body until you were facing him, and he claimed your mouth, biting you lips and shoving his tongue into your mouth before you can protest, he pulls his mouth away from you, tugging the glove off his hand with his teeth, and shoved his hand down your shorts again and quickly pushed his fingers back inside of you.

He pressed the heel of his hand into your swollen clit and ground on it as he thrust and curled his fingers, making sure you writhed and squirmed; relishing in each contraction of your muscles as you gripped at the meat of his arm with your hands, biting your lip hard to stifle the moans.

You tried to focus on something, anything that wasn't your boyfriend's hand buried knuckle deep in your cunt.

You squeezed your eyes shut and leaned your head back, choking back your whimper.

You tried to focus on the bark of the tree digging into your skin, the pebble in your boot you kept forgetting to take out.

But all thoughts were brushed aside as you felt your orgasm being pushed, and pushed hard.

Jake was never the kind of man to half-ass anything. Especially when it came to fucking you. Normally he liked to work you up slowly, teasing you and eating you out until your legs turned to jelly, before fucking you on the nearest available surface.

Right now he was needy, desperate. You weren't sure what got him so worked up.

You gasped, and when you opened your mouth, Jake shoved his tongue back inside it, swallowing your voice in a hungry kiss as your muscles clamped down, spasming around his fingers as he thrust them in and out, fresh slick gushing around his digits as he fucked you through your orgasm, leaving you breathless and jelly-legged.

Jake pulled away from you, grinning like a shark.

You panted heavily. "You... you fucking shit--"

Your voice went dead when you heard your neighbor call out your name.

You yank Jake's hand out of your shorts and shove him away from you, fixing yourself as best you could when she walked through the gates connecting your yards.

"Oh! Hey, Joyce!" You say awkwardly.

"I was wondering if you finished getting that nectar?" The older woman asked sweetly, completely oblivious to what she just walked into.

"I... ah. Yeah. I kind of knocked over the second batch but I have some inside I can filter for you?" You cough awkwardly.

"Oh! That would be so nice thank you, sweetheart." She tilted her head, looking at Jake. "Oh! I take it your boyfriend has been helping?"

Your eyes widened in mortification, and you looked at Jake's hand, shiny and still wet.

The bastard didn't even try to wipe it off!

Jake gave you an impish grin and looked at his hand, playing with the lingering stickiness as he looked at Joyce.

"Sí, ma'am. But I was being a little careless and cost her the second batch." He replied politely.

"Oh, well, I'll be waiting! Take your time, sweetheart, no rush!" She hummed, turning to walk back into her own yard.

Jake waved the hand that still had your fresh slick clinging to it.

You grab his hand and yank it down, hissing.

"We're going inside. Now."

[sunlightmurdock]

My Future in You | 1.5 | Bradley Bradshaw x Reader

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Synopsis: Bradley’s twenty-two years old and not where he’s supposed to be. He’s supposed to be out of the academy by now. Instead, he’s retaking his senior year of college and praying to god that he gets into flight school. Mav’s gone, his mom’s gone. He’s mad at the world. Then, a hook up at a Halloween party changes his future even more than he could have imagined.

Warnings: accidental pregnancy, references to abortion in a few chapters, angst, will be fluff eventually, will be smut so 18+, enemies to lovers kinda thing — mentions of hospitals, stitches and check ups on pregnancy after accident but no loss etc

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“I don’t even want to go.” It’s almost a whimper, you drop down to sit on the edge of your bed and rest your hand against your forming stomach. Maybe it’s wrong to expect sympathy from Ryan after everything you’ve put him through, but you’re still surprised by the anger on his face when he turns to face you.

He’s been ready for twenty minutes, you’re sitting in the fourth outfit that you’ve tried on for the night, already on the verge of tears. It’s just frustrating learning to accommodate something you’ve never had to deal with before. It’s not just the bump that’s causing issues — you’ve had bloating make you feel worse. Your boobs have gotten bigger, they’re tender now and all of a sudden, everything you wear is too hot.

It’s February and you’re considering not taking a coat.

“You want to look good because he’s going to be there, don’t you?”

There’s immediate disbelief in the way that you lift your head to look at him. He’s staring at you, brows knotted, serious.

“I want to be comfortable, Ryan,” You answer him, frowning as you lift yourself off of the bed again and stand. Maybe there’s a part of you that does want to look good tonight, but that’s got everything to do with the cheerleader that Bradley’s bringing and nothing to do with the idiot himself.

Bradley has seen you throw up until you pass out and still tried to sleep with you in the same day, you figure that you’re somewhat past putting a pretty dress on for him.

“Can you stop being so snappy?” You sigh, stepping around him and pulling open your closet once more. He watches you flinch at yet another offensive smell. That’s this week’s issue — scents. Everything from your favourite perfume to the onions your roommate was sautéing yesterday now has the power to make you gag.

His face softens. He brushes a dark curl back off of his face as you instinctively step back away from whatever the scent is — fabric softener from doing your laundry at Jake’s.

“I’m sorry. Why don’t you go have some water or something? — I’ll pick some options out for you.” He offers, resting one hand on the small of your back and the other on your stomach. It’s really popped this week. It happened on Tuesday, specifically. You’ve asked everyone, there was a definite overnight change.

It happened to be the nights that your boobs jumped a cup size that your bump also went from maybe just bloating to definite pregnancy. It’s been an adjustment. Ryan has been a little tense, and you can’t blame him, but he reminds you every single day that he’s doing his best in his little efforts like this.

You soften, pressing your lips gently to his clean-shaven jaw and whispering a quick thank you.

Things feel easy again once you’re on the way there. You feel pretty in the cream, fitted dress that Ryan chose for you, and you’re grateful for the autumnish Sherpa jacket he paired it with — because it is actually still cold outside, despite your spiked body temperature.

“You look beautiful.” Ryan tells you tenderly as the car stops in a space, he reaches across and rests his hand on your stomach. It’s accentuated by the fitting dress, but now that the secret’s out, you don’t mind.

You lean forwards and press your lips softly to his.

“This was a bad idea, we should go—“

Kenzie grabs Bradley’s forearm, curling her manicured nails into his skin just enough to let him know that she’s serious but not enough to hurt him. They’re parked in the space opposite, facing Ryan’s shitty Honda Civic, watching you kiss him.

“It was a bad idea two weeks ago when you agreed — you had time to cancel and that time has passed. Let’s go.” Kenzie releases his arms and they both begrudgingly exit the bronco. Bradley feels a little better knowing that your boyfriend has a shitty car.

You’re the first to notice the two of them as you pull back from the kiss. Bradley’s scowling at you. Ryan follows your gaze towards the father of your child, and then at the girl to his side. Admittedly, Ryan had been expecting Bradley to either cancel or be lying about having a girlfriend — he hadn’t ever really been expecting this date to happen.

It’s as awkward as he would have expected it to be. Bradley’s girlfriend tries to break the ice a few times. First, as you’re waiting to be seated. Second, as you’re looking over menus. Third, when you’re sipping on alcohol free drinks.

Bradley glares at you across the table. Maybe he has made things difficult between you and Ryan in the past, but at least he has tried. It’s clear that you have no intention of keeping up conversation with Kenzie whatsoever. Her bubbly personality can only keep things together for so long.

For the third time in ten minutes, Ryan catches Bradley’s gaze slip downwards. The dress isn’t particularly low cut, but you’ve got some cleavage in it — especially with the recent growth.

“Hey.”

Bradley lifts his gaze from the golden R necklace dangling between your collarbones and looks at your boyfriend, frowning slightly.

“Do you mind?” Ryan frowns. You look between him and Bradley, lost. Bradley appears equally lost for a moment, you watch him mentally retrace his steps and figure out what he’s in trouble for now.

His eyes fall back on the necklace.

“Oh — no,” He shakes his head quickly. He’s not staring at your chest. He noticed the difference before you even got out of the car, but he’s not an animal. “I was looking at the necklace. It’s cute.”

You glance down, then give your boyfriend a reassuring smile. Ryan doesn’t seem convinced.

“Wonder if he got it from Claire’s.” Bradley mutters under his breath. Kenzie has been doing her best not to encourage his dislike for your new boyfriend, but she snickers softly at the comment.

Looking up, she catches you staring at her. It’s clear that you don’t like her, and she can’t say that she blames you. She imagines Bradley probably hasn’t explained their situation, or if he has, he hasn’t done it very well.

Still, she offers you a sweet smile and plans to explain once the two of you get a moment alone.

Jake gets a phone call from Kenzie at 9pm, whilst he’s hitting second base with a girl from his economics class — he’s mad when he first picks up the phone, and he’s even more furious when he sets it down.

After first apologizing profusely, Jake finds himself driving to the emergency room half-way across town because his baby sister needs him.

You eyes widen, face softening. Ryan feels you relax, relieved at the moment you spot your big brother.

“What the fuck happened?” Jake breathes out, rushing forwards at the sight of you in the hospital bed. He lifts your chin and examines you for any damage.

Frowning, you swipe his hands away from your face and instead pull him in for a hug. Once he is released, Jake turns his head expectantly towards Ryan. Kenzie’s sitting in the waiting room, filling out forms and Bradley’s not answering his phone.

“She — it was all a misunderstanding, and-“

“I fell, and I haven’t felt the baby move since. They just want to do some tests.” You tell Jake softly. There’s an incompatibility in your answers, and you can see the way that Jake readies to round on your boyfriend.

You squeeze his hand softly. He meets your gaze. Not here, not now. You don’t need another fight, you just need your big brother.

The technician swings open the door.

“Hi, Miss Seresin — I’m Todd, just here to do a scan for you.” He announces, walking over to the machine at the side of the bed. “You can go ahead and lift your dress for me.”

You’re grateful that you decided to wear boy-shorts under it.

“She’s right, she did kinda fall.” Ryan whispers to Jake.

“You can tell me what happened after all this.” Jake’s tone is deadly calm, serious. Ryan sits back in his seat and swallows, nodding softly.

“Alright, I’m sorry — which one of you is the father?” The technician interrupts, resting his arm impatiently against an expensive looking machine as he looks impatiently around the room.

“He’s getting stitches.” Ryan declares from behind the cold compress.

“Should we wait?” It’s the wrong thing to say, you can feel Ryan’s gaze burning daggers into your side the second that it leaves your mouth. As furious as you are, this could be serious — you don’t want Bradley to have to hear it from someone else.

“This isn’t a routine scan, Miss Seresin,” The technician reminds you snidely. He’s just doing his job but you still can’t help but feel scolded. “We don’t have time.”

Jake stands up. He can see the worry on your face and he isn’t going to let Bradley make this any harder on you than it already is.

“I’ll grab him, you go ahead.” Jake reassures you. Your face softens slightly, giving him a grateful nod.

You regret the dress now, as it’s bunched up around your middle and the air conditioning in the room feels borderline freezing. You flinch as the jelly is spread onto your stomach, Ryan’s fingers curl around your hand gently. It’s supposed to be a comforting gesture, but you pull away from his touch sharply.

It’s hard not to pass blame.

His stupid game of ‘who’s dick is bigger with Bradley’ put you in the hospital and he still hasn’t apologised. You rest your head back and close your eyes, silently apologising to the little one in your tummy for the chaos around them already.

“Alright, so you said you haven’t felt movement since the restaurant?” The technician asks calmly, his eyes focused on the screen. His shoulder blocks your view, you’re half tempted to tell him to move. Instead, you answer him politely ‘no’. “Okay, and were you feeling movement regularly before?”

The door swings open and Jake shoves Bradley inside.

Bradley’s hand is bandaged now, but other than that he looks fine. He steps around Ryan swiftly as Jake slips back into the other seat in the room. You’re glad you chose to wear shorts under your dress today. Bradley plants himself on the edge of the hospital bed and slides his hand into yours.

Ryan watches your fingers curl around Bradley’s, moments after you flinched away from his touch.

“Um, it felt kinda fluttery. Not kicking or anything, but yeah, I feel stuff sometimes.” You explain. Bradley’s gaze turns towards you, eyes soft, brows knitted together in a mixture of concern and curiosity. He hasn’t ever asked you about this.

He wishes he had.

“Heartbeat’s good and strong.” The technician declares as the growingly familiar sound of that sped up little beat fills the room. Jake sits forwards slightly, his eyes meeting Bradley’s. This is his first time hearing it. Jake’s gaze turns towards you, softening, he gives you a small smile.

“He’s just fine. Little guy’s growing perfectly, but you did the right thing by coming in.” It isn’t until the technician turns back towards you that he realizes he may have misspoken. Four equally surprised faces stare back at him.

Jake’s the first one to speak up, “He? — It’s a boy?”

The technician does a double take and looks back at the image, “Well - um… you haven’t had your anatomy scan yet?”

You remain silent, finding yourself unsure as to whether this is by choice or a symptom of shock.

“It’s not for a couple more days.” Jake answers for you. You’re reeling, waiting for the technician to tell you that he made a mistake and that he doesn’t know what he’s talking about.

Bradley stopped listening after the first ‘he’. He heard it loud and clear, and he hasn’t heard anything but his own heartbeat in his ears since. Blinking, he turns his head to look at you. You’re already staring at him.

“Oh my - I’m so sorry, I thought you already knew.” The technician begins to apologise profusely, but neither you nor Bradley are paying attention to him.

Bradley’s brows knit together slightly, his entire face hardening with concern, he squeezes his fingers softly around yours in the hopes that it’ll get you to stop looking at him like that. You study his features.

Physically, there’s never been a flaw that you were concerned about your child inheriting from him. Those pretty puppy-dog eyes that you already knew your child was going to use to sucker you into letting them stay up late. Curly hair that lands somewhere between auburn and caramel. Rounded cheekbones that give him away even when there’s the tiniest hint of a smile on his lips.

The baby was always going to be fifty-percent Bradley, and it hadn’t bothered you in a while now. Not since what had happened over Christmas. Staring at him now, your heart sinks.

He watches as your gaze falls to rest on his bandaged hand. The tears that have been brimming in your eyes for a good few seconds already finally spill out onto your cheeks. He has misread the situation before, but Bradley knows that there’s not a chance in hell that these are tears of joy.

“Hey, it’s okay—“ Jake sits at your other side and wraps his arm around your shoulder. He rests his cheek on top of yours, his eyes landing on Bradley’s. It’s hard to pretend he isn’t excited at the prospect of having a nephew. Bradley doesn’t match his excitement, instead, he stares at the teams spilling onto your cheeks.

“What is it?” Bradley knows you well enough by now to know that you aren’t just disappointed that you aren’t having a girl, that there’s more to this.

You swallow through the burning sensation in your throat long enough to say what he needs to hear, and wipe away your tears long enough to look him in the eye as you say it.

“I don’t want him to be like you.”

Even Jake almost flinches. Ryan’s eyes widen slightly as he looks between you and Bradley. He’s still sitting off to the side, knowing that it isn’t his place to get in the middle of this. His lips quirk just slightly at the lack of emotion on Bradley’s face.

Bradley pulls his hand away from yours. He has tolerated a lot of painful information in his life. That wasn’t the first, and it likely won’t be the last.

Part of you thinks that maybe he doesn’t react because he doesn’t care. Jake knows better than that. As you turn your head and cry into Jake’s shoulder, Jake stares at Bradley and knows how much that hurt to hear.

Jake knows more of what Bradley has been through than you do, and even he doesn’t know everything. The usual pink flush to Bradley’s cheeks is gone now, his eyes dark as he watches the way you grieve.

“Bradshaw, wait-“

You don’t lift your head to look, but feel the bed shift as Bradley stands.

“I’ll - I should take Kenzie home.” He mutters tiredly, turning on his heel. The door swings shut behind him. You whimper softly as you try to stop the tears. It’s a useless effort, they just keep coming regardless.

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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Mise en Place 3

Warnings: noncon, coercion, manipulation. Proceed with caution.

Note: thanks all for reading and I hope you’re excited for this one. All feedback is more than welcome and loved and appreciated. Reblogs are most helpful.

Part of The Club AU

The night wears on as you go back to your usual tasks. You tend to the messes made around the dancefloor by careless dancers and retreat now and then back to the kitchen to try to catch up on dishes. Each time you flit in and out, you see Thor wrapped up in his work, smiling, mixing, and chatting. And each time, he sees you, his blue eyes never failing to find yours.

As you take some empties to the bins, the kitchen door bursts open. Sonny’s cleaning up, the kitchen closed as midnight recedes. He glances up at the woman who barges in as you do the same. She’s seething as she slams the tall bottle of vodka on the corner of the counter.

“Ugh, I’m sorry,” she shakes a few droplets from her hand. You know her, she’s the other bartender. You notice how her shirt is torn above her cleavage and rolled at the bottom; not her usual look. “I just need a minute.”

She turns and pushes into the storage room. You share a look with Sonny and he shrugs. It’s not entirely unknown to witness a breakdown around here. You’re only surprised that you’ve not yet been the star of that show. Maybe if you were more than a cleaner, you might.

Just a moment later, the door swings open again. Loki strides through without a word, his head swiveling back and forth. You stare at the storage with a frown. He takes note of your focal point and dips through the door.

“Hard to please, that one,” Sonny comments as he wipes up the counter, “well, harder for the pretty girls.”

He dumps the cloth in the bin of used linen. You bite your lip and turn back to the sink. He’s done for the night, always the first one gone. You’ll finish up with the rest and shut everything down once last call comes.

Sonny throws his apron in with the laundry and grabs his jacket. He wishes you a goodnight as you spray clean a square plate. You yawn, worn out by a hectic night.

The noise of the club thrums and carries away your thoughts. You often zone out as your ear plugs muffle the wall of sound to a droning hum. All alone, you float away to your own world, your hands working out of habit.

You’re only drawn back to the present as the storage room door opens again. The woman marches out without looking back. You barely see her face before she disappears through the next door. You can tell by her posture that she’s unhappy.

You gulp but before you can refocus, another emerges. It’s Loki. He has a smirk on his lips as he buckles his belt. He sees you and winks before leaving, with less much expedience than the woman.

You feel strange about it. Something’s not right. You shake your head and carry on. What can you do, you’re just a cleaner.

Last call flashes on the other side of the door. You’re almost done your work. The last of it will be saved for tomorrow before opening. You’re already miles ahead of yourself, daydreaming of curling up in your bed.

You take out your earplugs as the music dies. The crowd buzzes as you hear them being directed to leave. Closing time always has an eerie feel. You check that stoves are all off and as you turn, you flinch.

Thor surprises you as he stands by the door, watching you. He has a rather colourful drink in his hand; an ombre of pink, orange, and yellow. You blink at him quizzically.

“Oh, hi,” you eke out, “everything okay?”

“Yes, of course, fawn,” he nears the island, reaching over to put it right before you, “a thank you.”

“Um, er, wow, you didn’t… have to?” You utter thinly and force a smile, “I’m sorry, I, er, don’t drink.”

“You… don’t drink?” He wonders.

“No, I… I don’t really like the taste,” you push your shoulders up, “it’s so nice of you to offer. Geez, I… I feel bad.”

“Don’t,” he grins and slides the glass back to him, “gimme a minute.”

You nod, confused, and stay as you are. You watch the door as he leaves and you waver anxiously as you lean on the counter. Your bag is in the coatroom with everyone else’s stuff. You should already be on your way out.

Before you can commit to the thought, Thor returns. 

“I remade you a virgin,” he proclaims, “no vodka.”

“What? You didn’t—”

“Please,” he insists as he places it before you, “you earned it.”

“Um, thanks, but, er, I should head home,” you utter as he watches you. You see the twitch in his cheek and the hope sparkling in his blue eyes, “It’s so pretty but…erm, I guess…”

You take the glass and admire the colours. You hate to waste his effort. Twice. If you were going to leave, you should’ve done so five minutes ago. You hover your lips above the brim and smell the sweet aroma. You take a dainty sip, a mixture of citrus and sweetness staining your tongue.

You hum and smile over the glass.

“It’s very good,” you say, “thanks. Um, I wish I could’ve helped more.”

“You helped plenty,” he assures you as he slowly comes around the island, “you did well, Very well.”

“I tried,” you shrug and take another drink, “um, do you… are they getting another bartender?”

“Not very sure. It seems my brother does enjoy chasing away his own staff,” he leans his elbow on the island, standing close, “hopefully not you though.”

“Oh, uh, yeah, I’ve never really… talked to him,” you cup the glass between two hands, “so…”

“If I might give you some advice, try not to,” Thor grins, “he is not fond of the sweet ones.”

“Um, okay,” you laugh nervously.

“Not to be too forward,” he chuckles at himself and rubs his neck, “I just… you are very sweet, is all. I just… obviously, I think so and–” he pushes himself straight as he stammers, “well, fawn, I’d just hate to see you go.”

He lifts his hand from the countertop and you wince. He pats your head and you furrow your brow in confusion. He seems to realise the awkwardness of the gesture and retracts his arm.

“I’ll see you around. Tomorrow,” he points at you as he backs away, “yes?”

“Uh huh, I work,” you confirm, “bye?”

[en-hale]

Enha Hyungs Enjoying Public Sex @ Hybe ♡‧₊˚

En-Hale Comeback ~~ Manifesto Day 8

pairing ≕ Hyung!enha x gn!reader

warning ≕ 18+/smut. Read at your own discretion !

author's note ≕ I really wanted to do public sex with hyungs, but I didn't want to be traditional and do like car or beach or movie theatre, so I was like, "Why not headcanon where they'd fuck in the Hybe building". Enjoy! Tune in tomorrow for day 9 at 10pm CST!

© to en-hale. no translations/reposts etc. (w/out permission)

──•°.-ˏˋ ♡ ˊˎ-.°•──

𐂂 Heeseung ≕ He wasn't expecting to be as horny as he was in the middle of a busy day at work, but there he was with a huge ass boner in his pants. He has two ways to get rid of this -- take a cold shower, or fuck in the bathroom as the others practice. Which do you think he took? He grabs you by the hand and makes an excuse that he needed your help with something, but you're surprised to be led to the bathroom. You're stunned as he pushed you into a stall and kissed you violently. Your clothes are ripped off in minutes and he has you pinned against the door. With one hand, he slips it around your mouth to stay quiet and the other to grasp your hips and plow into you from the back. You try your hardest not to let the sounds out, but it's hard. It's even harder when you hear someone walk in. He slows as to keep the sound of skin slapping as low as he can until the person leaves and it's pack to the thrusting as hard as he can. You both endure a mutual orgasm and you're exhausted by the end, wondering how he'd be able to go back out there and dance for the next few hours knowing he's just fucked the shit out of you.

𓊿 Jay ≕ He called you to meet him in the studio on the fourth floor and you agree. You hadn't seen him all day and you were quite eager to get there as soon as possible, but you're taken aback by the sound of groaning and the faint moans of a woman coming from the computer. You open the door and there Jay is, as laidback as possible with his dick out, jerking it as fast as he could to what you thought was porn but it was actually a video of you that you sent him on a horny rendezvous. He smirks at you and your stomach flips times a million. He grabs your arm from where you were standing and closed the door with his foot. He plants you on his lap and forced your hand around his cock to take over his duties. You heard voices pass by and you were scared as fuck, but the fact that he was watching your video and looking so fucking sexy at the same time, you couldn't find the courage to care. But you do quietly take your pants off to sit right on his perfect cock. The sounds in the room are both of yours' hot breathing and groans, including the so often squeak of the chair. His grip on your ass tightens as he released into you with a loud mewl. You shush him and place your hand over his wet lips. Seconds later, you match him over the edge and you sit in each other's pleasure.

ꈊ  Jake ≕ You and Jake were both busy doing work in the very open, very in-view workroom close to the escalators. At any moment, could someone come up and see you both, but he didn't care. You try to look as calm as possible, even when his fingers found themselves in between your legs taunting at your aching need. He smirked. He knew you wanted him, and wanted him bad. someone passed by and instead of stopping he goes at you harder, you take a deep shaky breath and thank god the person didn't notice. A few more moments pass by and his hand travels inside your shorts to feel your wetness. You let go of your held breath and release yourself onto his hand. He chuckles. You wanted to be mad at him, but more than that, you wanted his dick in your mouth. So you gesture for him to meet you under the table, and try your best to cover yourselves with the jackets you both brought. Your next step was taking his pants off and sucking and swallowing him done as best as you could. He was on watch duty to make sure nobody was coming, and good thing they weren't cause his moans would give you both away fast. He pushed your head down until your lips touched his base and you gagged as his seed squirted into your throat. You wipe the rest of him into a napkin and you both arise and try to act as normal as possible.

𖠪 Sunghoon ≕ You walk into the practice room that Sunghoon had begged you to join him in, and find that the lights are off and it's pitch black. You call out his name, and he answers back. You walked into the darkness until you can make out his silhouette and draw closer to him. You ask why the lights are off and he just shushes you. He takes your lips in a very tender kiss, so tender that you chuckle against his lips. He's shocked at your reaction and goes in to kiss you again, but this time he uses more tongue than you were expecting. And of course, because of it, an unexpected moan released from your lips. This time, he's the one chuckling. He has you walking backward until you hit the bar close to the mirror. He slips his hand under your shirt, and in seconds it's off. You ask him what happened to the dancing and he says he has another exercise in mind (he's so fucking dirty). A few moments later and you're both naked standing in the practice room that at any moment someone could walk into. You hoped that the fact that it was nighttime would keep anyone from coming in. Even though the cold floors aren't the most comfortable place to have sex, you still place yourself on all fours and push your ass out as he rams into you. Your sounds echo into the room, and at one point you want to giggle at how crazy this was, but he felt so good that you could only whimper and moan. A flash of light catches your attention and you think it's someone that had walked in, but it's Sunghoon filming you through the mirror of the dance room. You're shy, but for some reason, knowing you were on film made you want to look productive, so you bounce yourself against him and arch as best as you can. He takes one large groan and you feel his liquid leak out of you. You follow close behind. When you're both able to catch your breath, he shows you the video, and you admire his body as he does the same to yours.

[miguelswifey04]

𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐲 | 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (chapter 1: spider-in)

prologue : where miguel comes to you because he had always been keeping a close eye on you even if you’re universes apart.

warnings: somewhat angst…? slow burn (😭)

"why? why, won't you let me go back home?" you said as you looked up to him feeling a mix of sadness and anger. you wondered why he just won't let you go back. but deep down you didn't want to leave him.

"because you're the best thing that has ever happened to me, why won't you understand that?!" he rose his voice a bit hoping you understand him. he didn't want to lose you someone again and you made it his worthwhile...

…

earth 1218....

let's start at the beginning, one last time....

hi, i'm y/n l/n, or starlight spider. whichever suits best for ya. i'm only 20, and i was bitten by a radioactive spider just a year ago. before i was bitten by that spider, i had already possessed telekinetic powers every since i was a little girl. now, along with my spider abilities on top of my telekinetic powers i would say i would make a great spider-woman. i don't know if there's others like me out there but i rather not think about.

i would like to think i'm the only one out there but deep down i know i'm not...it's scary to think about the aspect of there being more people like me and more me's out in this vast universe.

i always like to do yoga and gymnastics on me free time which really helps me be extremely flexible and strong at the same time which i'm out fighting bad guys and zipping through the air. i'm a limber person always on my toes, doing everything i can to save the day as spider woman.

but being a spider-woman has costed me a lot, sometimes i wish i wasn't a spider person or have been bitten by that darn spider...

present day: earth 1218–new york city, year 2023

"ahem", i signed as i heard someone lingering behind me. i pivoted towards their direction not looking up as i clutch onto my binder digging into my chest.

"si? en que te puede ayudar?" i said mindlessly in spanish. i looked up as i rubbed my eyes. 'shit it's the principal' as i cursed myself wanting to do nothing much than to melt onto the ground, maybe even to disappear.

"now, that's no way to talk to your principal ms. l/n." she sighed as she sassily put her hands on her hip. "come with me, i need to discuss about your behavior."

"uhh, yes. coming!" i gulped as i followed her footsteps walking down the hallways of the university as other college students were bustling in and out of their classrooms. 'of course, she noticed how i've been missing classes lately but it's college!! why would she even care?? i'm too busy saving people day in and day out.' i kept cursing myself and clearly so deep in thought that i didn't notice we were already at her front office door.

she snapped twice. "ms. l/n? earth to ms. l/n?" she said in her monotone voice. she gestured me into her office and locked it as soon as i entered. she did sure take her sweet time to get to her desk as she took slow strides onto her chair.

"sorry, it's just i've been too caught up in a lot of stuff." i said apologetically. i was hoping she would understand. hopefully at least. i continue to sigh and shift in my chair as i played with the hemlines of my letterman jacket.

"yes, i can tell. that's why i wanted to talk to you about that. you've been missing classes a little too much now. you have amazing grades to my surprise but you cannot miss your classes anymore." she said as she signed reclining into her chair as she put her legs onto her desk, crossing them. she seemed to be annoyed but more so understanding.

"yes principal merle, i understand it's just after my dad had passed away," i muttered under my breath, "i am busy taking care of my family, and well—i've lost motivation for college...i-i know it's pathetic but it's true." i spilled everything i felt in that very moment as i looked up at her bluish crinkled eyes. she sighed and looked moved by what i just said to her. we continued to discuss ways i could improve in my mental health and taking extra curricular support from my professors and counselors. she stood up from her chair walking around her desk as she put a gentle hand onto my shoulder.

"i understand what you're going through. i know what it's like to lose someone but remember you're not alone. you have your professors, your friends, and others such as myself who will support you," she smiled tenderly and i nodded in response not saying much afterwards, "thank you so much! i am thankful for your kind words..." as i smiled a bit it wasn't much of a happy smile but more of a smile where i felt understood.

i got up and left as i thanked her, closing the door behind me. i slung my backpack on my left shoulder as i held my binder close to my chest as i sighed in a bit of relief walking down the hall towards my next class: computer science.

later on that day...

classes were over finally and i made my way to my dorm room. i closed the door behind me and threw my backpack onto the wall which made a small dent on the wall, but i didn't care as i just crashed onto my bed. i took a deep sigh as i was relieved to be in the comfort of my bed. 'oh what a relief to be back in bed' i said to myself while turning on my back looking up at the white ceiling that was filled with dangling paper butterflies and spiders that danced around as decorations. suddenly, the door unlocked and my roommate entered.

"hi girlie! i'm back." aspen said as they closed the door behind them as they put their backpack on their desk. "soo, how was your day today?" they asked inquisitively with a look of worry. they always worried about me and i appreciate them for being there for me. they're the only person in my life who knows i'm a spider-woman who happens to telekinetic abilities too.

"ehh, it's alright as always. though, the principal talked to me about my behavior. she noticed i've been missing class..." i said as i sat up on my bed, grabbing a stuffed pillow to bring to my chest for emotional support. "she knows i've been struggling and what not you know after my dad passed away tragically." i inhaled and exhaled deeply knowing nothing will be the same as it was. being a spider-woman was no easy job. remembering how i struggled along with my telepathic abilities—i keep it hidden. in this universe, superheroes are shamed and most don't know they even exist. i've been cursed with these powers and i can't help but wonder what i must've done in my previous life.

"y/n, i understand how you feel. i know what you've been through as well and you are a very strong person don't even forget that. you've overcome so many things," they said with sincerity in their tone as they walked up and sat on the edge of my bed, placing a loving hand over my hand, "hey! remember that time you came secretly into our dorm room through the window all beaten up?" they giggled waiting for my response.

"hahah yeah, that was insane," i laughed a bit feeling a warm fuzzy feeling course throughout my body, "yeah, i won't forget where i've started and how far i've come along, even if my dad isn't by my side anymore." i smiled as i scooted closer to aspen, embracing them close to me.

"see! all you need is a bit more uplifting and more encouragement. you are spider-woman y/n even if in this world they hate 'vigilantes' and all that stuff. never forget where you've come from and don't let anyone tell you otherwise." aspen said enthusiastically as they reciprocated my hug. they are like a sibling to me...a sibling i've never had.

little did i know, someone was always keeping a close eye on me from a very far distance...

universes apart so to say.

[helyiios]

WAIT NO Benthan + “you really are extraordinary” instead

One thing about Benji Dunn is that he likes to talk. No, not even talk, he likes to speak.

Which, honestly, isn't his fault, not entirely : he's been brought up in a rather distant environment, and none of his achievements got his parents' saying more than a 'good job,' or getting him a handshake. A handshake !

So yes, to make up for this crippling need of approval, Benji Dunn likes to speak, to say anything and everything, and hopefully then someone would like what he has to say. Maybe.

Which leads him to now, walking in the middle of Paris with a bleeding Ethan who had a concussion, resting on his shoulder and his unrelenting need to fill in the silence.

"And then I was like, hum. Well, okay I don't exactly remember what I said, but it was not nice, and the guy looked at me really meanly, and I—"

"Benj," his friend softly interrupts, barely conscious, "someone's walking up to us."

"Huh ? Oh, shit. Avert your eyes."

"Don't think I can even keep them open."

"L'est pété ton pote ?" (Is your friend drunk ?) one of the guys who was walking towards them asks, something like mockery in his tone, "ça fait toujours la teuf, à votre âge ?" (Still partying at your old age ?)

"Don't look at them, don't look at them..."

Ethan's bodyweight is affecting him a little more than he'd like to admit, and he's doing his utmost best not to collapse. The mission had him getting a nasty cut on his left arm.

"HÉ OH, J'TE CAUSE !" (HEY, I'M TALKING TO YOU !)

Oh, for fuck's sake.

Thing is, he knows Ethan can speak French, because he's read his file and he's heard him do it before. And it was really attractive. But right now, Ethan isn't in any shape to do anything else but fight for his survival, so it was up to him to manage.

"Vous savez comment c'est, Pigalle..." (You know how it is, Pigalle...) he blurts out with a gulp, the small trace of an English accent in his voice. Maybe those intensive courses in Oxford did find their usefulness. "On a peut-être trop bu." (Maybe we had too much to drink.)

"L'a l'air en bien mauvais état ton poto," (your buddy looks in bad shape,) another man adds, eyeing him from head to toe. "Si j'te disais de vider tes poches là, tu f'rais quoi ?" (If I told you to empty your pockets, what would you do ?)

Okay, this was getting really fucking ridiculous. They were NOT getting mugged right after a shitty mission. He did not have time for that.

"J'sais pas," (I dunno,) Benji carefully replies. "Non, je pense." (No, I think.)

"Tu penses ? Il se prend pour qui, le rosbif ?!" (You think ? Who does the Brit think he is ?!)

"Allez mon reuf, fais c'qu'on te dit," (c'mon bro, do what we're telling you,) the first man grins, taking a small pocket knife out of his puffy jacket. "Sinon..." (Or else...)

"Benj ? We need to go," Ethan is mumbling against him, and the blood is still pouring and coating his hair. "What..."

"Allez, file ta thune !" (C'mon, give us your money !)

"Non, j'ai pas envie," (no, I don't wanna,) Benji replies with a loud sigh, clearly irritated. "Dégagez." (Get lost.)

"FILS DE—" (SON OF A—)

Suddenly there's a gun in the agent's hand (his own, actually,) and he's brandishing it annoyedly at the three men in front of him.

"Non, sérieux. Dégagez." (Nah, for real. Get lost.)

"Les gars—" (Guys—)

"J'ai passé une soirée de merde," (I just had a shit night,) Benji continues, and Ethan's looking at him with stars in his eyes, "alors sérieux, barrez-vous." (So seriously, get the fuck out.)

There's a few seconds where the men seem to gauge him, but then their apparent leader just turns on his heels, taking off in the darkness, the two others right behind him. He lowers his weapon.

"Okay, we really need to get you to the van," he mumbles as he puts it back in his pants, "you're going to lose all your blood at this pace."

"I didn't know you could speak French," Ethan simply notes, completely dazed. "You really are extraordinary."

"Sure, mister-I-speak-15-languages."

"You sound hot when you speak French," his friend grins, his smile slightly loopy. "Very attractive, you should do it more often..."

"Je prends note," (I'm noting that down) Benji snorts before making him rest against him more comfortably. "Learnt it at uni, with Russian and Italian. I wanted to sound cool."

"Well, I like discovering new things about you."

[sinumaki]

BIRTHDAY

note. its my bday. i dont like my bday. i do love eddie. this is v self indulgent so yes i did put my bday in. it is also the first full thing ive written in months. 

feat. eddie munson x fem!reader

warnings. self-indulgent. like very. THIS IS SO BADLY WRITTEN ITS EMBARRASSING. please remember i havent written in months thank u

☆ MASTERLIST

You can hear the poor attempts of your friends "whispering" outside your door, trying not to let out a groan as they all giggle amongst themselves. The calendar hanging on your wall mocks you as you stare at the date circled in red. 

July 16th. 

Your birthday. A day you - unlike others - did not enjoy. 

The door creaks open slowly, as they try to invade your room much too early in the morning. A whispered countdown of '3, 2, 1' before a chorus of cheers and 'Happy Birthdays!' are yelled. You try to give them a smile - you really do - but it's 9:43 AM and you hate your birthday and your bedhead has to be hideous right now. Eddie settles down next to you immediately, a grin on his face that doesn't falter even slightly.

"Happy birthday, sweetheart." He whispers gently, pressing a peck to your cheek. Well, this isn't the worst. Dustin interrupts the moment immediately, holding a poorly wrapped box in his hands - the proud gleam in his eyes as he urges you to take it makes you think he may have personalised this gift himself. You pull him in for a hug, and then continue to do so for the rest (Nancy's gift excites you a little more than the others, knowing whatevers under the pastel pink wrapping paper is thoughtful to you.)

"Alright, alright!" Eddie jumps up, beginning to push the others out of your room as they complain, "It's my girlfriend's birthday and therefore up to me to make her day - so shoo!" He has to give Dustin and Lucas one last hard shove before slamming the door dramatically, theatrically wiping his hands on his jacket - a new jacket it seems. 

"Hi, honey." You say, morning voice obvious. 

"Hi to you too, beautiful." Eddie seats himself down once more, pushing aside the gifts now littered amongst your bed as you jump into his arms. "You ready for the best birthday you've ever had?" You nod stiffly - knowing as long as you're with Eddie, you won't ever really have a bad day. Even on your detested birthday. "'Cmon baby, that's not nearly enthusiastic enough." 

"Sorry, Eds." You nuzzle into his neck, mumbling, "I don't really like my birthday, y'know?" He nods. 

"Then, don't think of today as your birthday. Think of it as… as us having an insanely fancy date on this particular day for no reason!" 

"So, you're taking me on an 'insanely fancy date' today?" Eddie freezes, mumbling a string of 'fuck' and 'shit' under his breath. You laugh, watching him fumble as you instead busy yourself with playing with his jacket. "This for me too?" You ask.

"Yeah - I didn't think my Black Sabbath tees would be the most appropriate look for En-" He stops himself, jokingly pushing you back down as he hops up, "Stop! No more making me spoil our date today!" 

"I'm not making you!" You giggle once more, pulling yourself up. "So, I should wear something appropriate for Enzo's, right?" 

"Are you fucking-" 

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Walking hand-in-hand with Eddie along the dark streets of Hawkins with his jacket over your shoulders is enough to make you positively swoon, and you quite literally have to force yourself to keep from giggling like a schoolgirl. Eddie had postively been the best gentleman all night long (Apart from the breadstick sword fight he initiated, but that's up to interpretation), and when he had asked for a combined bill at the end of dinner, his eagerness to sell to just about anything that walked in the last few weeks made sense - and it only made your heart flutter some more to know how long he had been planning leading up to your birthday. 

Speaking of which - this may be the last birthday you can remember not hating. 

"So," Eddie begins, obviously nervous despite the smirk he sports, "You have fun today?" You snort.

"Firstly, you sound like a dad." His comments of 'Well, I'd be a great one,' die down as you continue, "But yes, I did." Eddie smiles, genuinely. A soft smile that makes his eyelids crinkle and accentuates those pretty brown eyes. "Thank you." You whisper into the howling wind of the night, but he hears you anyway. He always does. 

You pretend not to see your mother peeking at you and Eddie through the window as you reach home - slightly (extremely) disappointed at how short the walk felt. It's quiet between the two of you, no words are really needed anyway when Eddie intertwines your fingers, pulling you in by the waist for a kiss - or 5. A breathless "I love you" comes from him in between every kiss, and you want to laugh because you should be saying it. 

"Eddie - My mum's definitely watching." He sighs, unable to resist going in for just one more kiss. 

"I know you don't like your birthday, but I couldn't resist getting you a present," You groan, but he cuts you off, "Nothing expensive or grand like Enzo's! Swear! Just… Just ask your mum for 'Eddie's present' when you get inside, alright?" You raise an eyebrow, but agree anyway, and with one last, last, kiss, your Romeo is off. 

"Mum?" You ask into the house, knowing she can't have run off far from her creeping at the window. 

"Welcome home - how did your date go?" She asks, and you roll your eyes with a snort.

"Clearly well, as you saw." She waves you off. "Uhm, Eddie said he had a gift for me." She points to the fridge, and you see a smile tug at her lips. 

Eddie's gift is front and center as soon as you open the fridge - a pretty pink cake with sprinkles thrown onto the terribly spread icing. Eddie's appalling handwriting is somehow even more illegible in the black icing on top.

Happy birthday, love.

© sinumaki 2022 — do not repost, plagiarise or translate my writing. i will beat the shit out of u.

[laladellakang]

en- o'clock — eight, nine and ten

masterlist | wattpad

italics dialogue = english | bold + [] = video captions

i'm gonna try to focus on en-o'clock chapters for now (and possibly, occasionally a drabble). i realised that there are FOURTY ONE episodes as of July 2022 and i'm still on 10?!

"Do you need help?" Jay chuckled at Della's concentration. The editors then cut to a mini clip of Della struggling with the hammock's assembly. Her jacket was nowhere to be found and she had tied her top in the back so it would be a crop top.

[ First day camper no.2 is struggling a lot ]

"No no no, I am a big girl!" she said while hitting the top so the joints would connect. "AGH!" she let out a loud roar.

[ A baby bear's roar ]

"What was that?" "What the?" "What was that roar?" Jungwon, Heeseung and Sunoo judged with a laugh.

"SEE! I did it!" she placed her hands on her hips and smiled proudly at Jay and Sunghoon.

"Uhuh.. Congratulations," they wanted to say 'assembling the hammock is probably the simplest thing to set up,' but they choose to stay quiet.

And let the captions say it for them.

[ Successfully assembled the simplest furniture ]

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"Baseball, dodgeball and bowling were the only ball games I liked growing up," Della was excited to see the bat. "It was the only ball games I can do."

[ Kang Della (19): Bad at almost every ball sport ]

"I take it back. I think I am bad at every ball sport," she said after missing the ball three times. "The only ball sport I'm good at is the one in the- ack!" Jungwon ran all the way from the chairs to deliver a slap on Della's shoulder.

[ SMACK ]

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"Della! Della! Try throwing it!" Sunoo called out.

"OH! I wanna act like I'm throwing the first pitch!" she rushed to go to Niki's side. The next clips showed a mini tribute to female idols doing so during a baseball game.

[ Our first pitcher, Kang Della ]

"I think Della would've been invited for first pitch if she was in a girl group," Jay commented at the sight.

"Of course," Jungwon and Sunoo said in unison.

The camera showed Della stretching first with sparkly editing. The members were saying 'ooh' in the background.

She then suddenly threw the ball brutally, catching Jake off guard. The editors even edited the ball to look like a meteor.

"Wha- what was that?!" Jake protested while the others (and even some of the staff) laughed their asses off. "I wasn't prepared for that!" he pointed at Della and tilted his head.

"I said I was gonna throw the ball! What did you expect?! For me to roll it?!" she imitated striking a bowling ball. Their mini argument only made everyone laugh harder.

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"Thank you for the meal- oh? One person is missing?" Niki looked confused.

[ Someone's missing? ]

"What?" the members got quiet.

"One person?"

"We're all here," Jungwon answered.

"We're all here!" Niki laughed when he counted correctly.

[ All of you are here ♥ ]

"Who? Do you have another member in mind?" Sunghoon asked. If the camera had captured it, all the members (especially Della and Heeseung) appeared a bit sad upon realising.

"Our Engenes aren't here," Niki tried to save, plastering a smile on his face.

"Engenes are always by our side."

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"I don't believe you. Not after microwaving strawberries," Jungwon told Niki after he suggested salt on their watermelon.

"Oh, I'm being serious!" Niki tried to convince.

"Lala nearly cried when she saw the strawberries," Heeseung smiled at the memory.

"'What did you do to my poor strawberries?'" Jay imitated Della.

"My poor strawberries," Della pouted a bit at thought of it again.

[ DELLA's heartbreak ]

"You traumatised the poor girl," Jungwon chuckled, placing a hand on her shoulder.

[ ENHYPEN's official chef, JAY and DELLA ]

"I feel sorry for my team already," Della mumbled.

[ Great at cooking, bad at ball sports ]

"It's okay- we have badminton later," Jungwon assured her.

"It's only one member anyway. I'm sure you can do it," Jake added on.

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"How is it possible that Della has not said any English?" Niki called out.

"She hasn't said a word since we started! YAH! If Della can do it then you guys should be able to too!" Jay yelled at his teammates.

"I don't wanna be more of a liability," Della laughed nervously.

"Yahh, don't say that. We're doing well," Sunoo pat her shoulder.

"I think the staff added the rule to give us pity points," Della mumbled. The blue team and sound staff, being the only ones who can hear her, laughed. "All the foreigners are there," she smirked and gestured to the opposing team.

[ We did not give you pity points, non-Ball Playerz team 😌 ]

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"It's okay! We have the main dish left!" Jay encouraged his (losing) team.

[ The main dish is still undecided! ]

"OH... But we're playing badminton!" Sunghoon and Jay realised at the same time. The shot then panned to a celebrating Della.

[ (Somewhat) a former badminton athlete ]

"Ya! But I'm good at badminton!" Sunghoon tried to assure. "We lost at football so maybe we can win badminton against Della!"

"We can still win this! It's not over yet!" Jay and Sunghoon went to high-five Jake.

[ JAKE, be strong ]

"Jungwon-ah," Della called. "Can you play with someone else instead? It won't be fun if I play," she whispered. Because her mic was on, it was placed in the final edit.

[ DELLA wants to sit it out? ]

"Okay," he giggled. "Sunoo-hyung!"

"Can you play with Jungwonie?" Della asked Sunoo, getting really close to him.

"To give them fair game?" Sunoo laughed and fell into Della.

[ Fair game? ❎ ]

"No no," Dewon chuckled.

"A pity chance?" Della placed a hand on Sunoo's waist.

[ A pity chance? ❎ ]

"No no," they chuckled again. "'Cause why not?"

[ Why not? ✅ ]

"Okay," Sunoo blushed lightly at her touch.

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"It's okay, darlings," out of all the members, Sunghoon and Jake appeared to be the most upset about losing (as expected- since they're the two most competitive members) and of course della would have a talk with them off-camera. "We'll definitely share our food."

"It doesn't matter, we're gonna eat anyway," Jake got a bit defensive.

"We're okay, Lala. It's nothing," Sunghoon had his arms crossed, which is not necessarily a bad indication, but she notices that he sometimes does that when he feels nervous and sensitive.

She predicted that something like this would happen, so she let her action do the talking. She opened her arms out for a hug.

"Really- it's nothing," she also predicted that, and she knows just what will get them to give in.

"I can't even have any cuddles?" she gave them the sad-puppy-dog-eyes. "Fine then, I'll go to Jay and-" before she could even finish, Sunghoon immediately rushed to enter her arms. "There ya go. Jakey?" she wrapped an arm around him and gestured for Jake to come with her other one.

"We do not speak of this to anyone," Jake mumbled in her hair.

Yet someone did witness the whole thing. Lee Heeseung.

"Cutee."

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"I will cook for you, the fire is too hot," as expected from protective Heeseung.

[ Opposite to NI-KI, the oldest wants to cook for the younger ]

"Isn't fire supposed to be hot?" Jungwon blurt out, making Della laugh. Really hard.

[ DELLA's humour is on another level ]

"What? What? What happened?" Sunghoon and Jay asked out of curiosity.

"Heeseung-hyung said the fire is too hot and I said fire was supposed to be hot and now-" Jungwon pointed to Della with a tired face. She was laughing so hard that she hid her face in the guy's shoulder.

"Eyy..." the other team looked equally as done. Sunoo even did one of his judging faces.

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"Eaiting miso makes me so happy," Sunghoon joked.

"I knew you would say that," Jay immediately said.

[ NI-KI cracks up ] [ What kind of conversation is this? ] [ JAY and SUNGHOON's conversation goes as expected ]

"Ey ey-" Niki put a finger to his lips and looked at Della. Everyone looked at her in anticipation.

[ Will baby laugh? ]

Unfortunately, the girl was too busy enjoying her food. The camera caught a shot of her put one large piece of meat in her mouth with an unbothered look. Niki, Sunoo and the staff laughed again.

"What?" Della looked around confused.

[ ??? ]

"Wait, hear me out-" Sunghoon tried again. "Eating miso makes you smile, right?

[ You're not wrong... ]

"Because eating miso makes me so-"

"Enough is enough!" Della eventually did giggle, but because of their exchange and not the joke. "See? Even Lala didn't laugh."

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[ ENHYPEN's Midnight Music Concert begins now ]

"Our mini-album-" Heeseung suddenly started off. "-is called 'ENGENE,'" and that was when Della died of laughter.

[ Mini-album out of the blue? ]

As the oldest kept on going, Della kept laughing harder. She was in a fit of silent laughs with tears starting to come out of her eyes when the members kept on going.

[ DELLA is absolutely dying... ]

"What is wrong with you?!" Sunoo laughed and slapped her back.

"Her instrument- this is her instrument," Niki suddenly had an idea. Della hit his shoulder but still couldn't stop laughing.

"A one, a two- a one, two, three, four," Jay played along.

Throughout the song, Della was trying hard to hold it in as she played her instrument and everyone sang.

「大嫌い」 she gave Niki one final hit when the song finished. [daikirai = i hate you]

「愛してる。」 [aishiteru = i love you]

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[lara-prisma-avm-ask-blog]

“The First Born” - Parents AU(Poly color gang)

Second opens his eyes slowly, the sunlight touching their face, it was already morning They stretch and feel two arms around their waist, it was Green! They look around and remember that he was sleeping with the others. Purple was covered with Green's blanket beside him, Blue was right on the corner of the bed almost falling over. Some blankets were empty, Red and yellow should have been up and making breakfast. Second smiles gently pulling their beloved Green's arms away, they sigh still sleepily and kiss their beloved's forehead, "good morning Greeny..." They say with a smile and get up from the bed, What a big bed, it fits more than two or three people in it and is quite comfortable. they leave and take his yellow jacket with lightning design (it was a gift from Red), Second leaves the room and goes to the kitchen of their house.

Context, Second and the rest of the color gang have been together for a few years, so much they've been through, and everyone is so happy together. MT decided to live on his own with Jacob a few years ago since they got together. And now, the six lovers live in Stick City, Chosen and Dark live nearby but in theirs after their wedding took place a year ago. Second is very grateful to them for teaching them to control their powers. So much has happened, now they feel comfortable, but their reputation and that of partners is pretty big in the city too, which can be tiring at times. Green stars in charity music concerts, Blue is helping a tree replanting group, Red has become the best arena fighter in town, but remains the sweetheart that he is. Yellow has won awards for his genius inventions and Second, being a prodigy of the Chosen One, has become the target of numerous attacks over the years for his unrivaled power. And Purple, well, they and their father have reconciled and have a better relationship, a certain respect between them. All this, and still manage to be happy and ignore the lows and enjoy the highs. So many memories and so many things happened between them, but Second was just happy to be with the people they love so much in life.

“Good morning!" They say arriving in the kitchen, "Good morning Sec!" Says Red making pancakes, at the stove wearing a pink apron, one side of Red's face had a scar on his cheek, As a result of their battles in the arena, Second didn't like this much, but Red didn't have much of a choice, deciding to agree to become a fighter in order to get stronger to protect the ones he loves. Second sits in ther chair still sleepy, Yellow places a plate of warm toast in front of them, "Good morning Second Coming." They say with a tender smile kissing the hollow head's forehead and sitting in one of the chairs to the side working on a small device on the table.

"One of your inventions?" Second asks picking up a fork picking up the toast and dropping it quickly back on the plate because it's too hot,"Toast just came out. And no, it's a new upgrade to my command gauntlet." One of their best inventions, a robotic gauntlet made from the circuits of the command block, Created by Yellow to help be a valuable element in battles if needed. "Yelly, don't use that anymore! We don't have any more problems or dangers affecting us." They put their hand over Yellow's who looks at them. "Do you really think that I, Yellow, won't be on my guard?" They accuse pointing the screwdriver in Second's face which deflects backwards, "I've already thought of a billion and seventy-two possibilities of bad things that can happen to us! That's why I say, it's always good to be prepared for anything!" Second tries to count by hand but simply gives up, "don't worry too much" they go back to working on the device. "How not?" They bite off a piece of toast, they smile at the crunchy, good taste. "orange juice?" Red puts a pitcher of juice on the table and a glass of juice for Second Coming, "thanks Reddy" they smile stroking red's hand and taking a sip of juice.

"good morning guys..." Blue enters the kitchen with his back bent, stretching and yawning, "good morning Blue" they greet him. He walks past yellow and hugs him from behind, "hey~" and He whispers in Yellow's ear in a c sensual tone, they blush quickly, With a short grunt they turn the screwdriver in their hand and the handle hits Blue's forehead causing him to walk away laughing and with his hand on his forehead, "Sorry Yelly!" He sits in his chair. Red and Second laugh as yellow huffs back to the device, "You kind of earned Blue!" Red sets Blue an omelet plate, "thanks Red!" He smiles already hungry and takes his fork and knife to eat. Red thermal to set the table, only Purple and Green were missing and he puts their plates in position, sitting in his chair to eat.

"So what are you guys going to do today?" Second asked with a piece of toast in his mouth, "I'm going to the community garden, there are some naturalistic matters we need to sort out." The one in blue says with his elbows on the table being pulled out of its surface by Yellow, "I'll be working on my gauntlet upgrade so I don't want to be interrupted!" Yellow claims not taking their eyes off the device on the table. Red sighs and takes the device from Yellow's hands and puts his plate back, "Red!!" They protest and try to take it back but Red puts it over their head, "You'll starve if you don't eat soon, Yellow!" He says in a serious tone, in the old days they didn't take Red's serious face seriously, but now he was taller than Yellow which was very different in the past. Yellow huffs and sits with her arms crossed, "What Yelly, he just wants you to feed yourself well!" Blue laughs with a piece of the omelet on her fork, "Here, this is delicious!" He says holding the omelet close to Yellow which he sighs and eats, "you know what..." They pause, "this is really good..." And smile sincerely. Red looks satisfied and places the device on top of the counter.

Red sits in the chair again and takes a deep breath,"well, you know that the tournament of world fighters is coming in a few months, right?" This seems to annoy Second and Blue who stare at each other and pin Red," I know you don't like it, but I've already been named the town's representative, well, at least one of the sevens..." Second looks at their hand, circling a spot on the table uneasily. “They already have six, why do you need to join?" Blue asks, the one in red sighs looking to the side, "I... Look..." He can't explain putting a hand behind his neck, "It's complicated..." Blue doesn't look convinced, frowning, "Complicated, or you just don't want to talk about it?" Blue crosses ther arms, leaning back against the chair, "Bluie, don't start It Again..." This wasn't the first time they had discussed this. Second, they stop circling, trying to open their mouths but not being able to say anything, they feel an urge to say something but the words just won't come. AND They press their fingers against the wooden table, closing their eyes trying to ignore their argument in which they could barely hear anymore, lost in their own stressed thoughts.

“Stop fighting you two!" The four look towards the entrance. Green, with their arms crossed, and Purple, with a disappointed look, were standing there staring at them, that was enough to make the two of them sit in the chairs while Green and Purple sit in theirs. "We heard everything from the second floor! You have to accept that this was Red's choice! And Red, you have to understand that we don't 100% agree with your choices, but we love you!" Red and Blue feel somewhat self-conscious. Green was always the voice of reason, "Green is right," Purple says walking past Second and putting their hand on their shoulder, “Just look at Second Coming, they're clearly not comfortable with you fighting!" The other three look at Second Coming worriedly. "N-no need to involve me!!" They shake their hands, not wanting to get involved. "Sorry Red... I just worry a lot about you..." Blue says lowering ther head with a fist on the table. Red smiles and places his hand over Blue's, "I apologize... I know you don't agree with this... I just want to get stronger to protect you, I love you so much..." He puts his other hand over his, Blue smiles, everyone smiles. "Great, no one else is fighting each other!" Green puts his arms around them both smiling, "and if you fight again and make Second uncomfortable, I'll break your teeth...” Blue and Red laugh nervously, Green laughs and kisses the two of them gently on the cheek and sits next to Second and Blue.

"Are you better Sec?" Purple takes Second's nervous hand and sits down next to them. Second, for a long time, ended up showing symptoms of anxiety caused by stress. Every complicated situation that they didn't know how to solve stressed them out and that prevented them from getting some kind of hobby of their own, in addition, He suffered from anxiety attacks when he was alone for too long, a great fear of being abandoned or losing the ones they love. They go to a psychologist once a month, and they always prefer to accompany one of the partners wherever they go so as not to suffer attacks. "y-yes..." They scratch their arm nervously, Purple smiles gently at them and strokes their cheeks with a thumb. "Anything just say Sec..." Delicate Purple kisses Second Coming's forehead and sits down next to them.

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After half an hour, Yellow went to their workshop, Blue went out to the park where her group was waiting, and Red left not too early for the arena. After a few hours, Purple decided to visit their father, leaving Second and Green alone. Green had nothing to do so he was tidying the house and organizing everything, while Second was in the living room drawing in their notebook. After fixing everything Green had nothing else to do and sits next to Second just looking at the concentrated expression of them doing his drawings, he couldn't resist cracking a smile. Second realizes they are being watched and looks at Green, immediately blushing and losing concentration.

“Green, you're distracting me!" They laugh hiding the shame behind the notebook, "haha, sorry Sec, I just like seeing you so calm and focused!" He laughs scratching the back of his head He approaches to see the drawing, "what are you doing?" Second smiles and shows, it was just a sketch of a cat, Green smiles finding it very cute, "woooon, how cute!Don't show it to Red or he'll die of cuteness!" The two laugh together. Green looks into Second's eyes and puts his arms around their necks, Second puts his arms around de Green admiring his eyes, They both kiss Second moves their hand to Green's face, they separate looking at each other with a passionate look, Green puts his hand over Second's kissing him again. Green lays on Second's chest quietly, he puts his head on his chest but... Ah... It's true... Second's doe wasn't beating properly, that made Green look a little sad...

"Green?” Second realizes that Green was annoyed... "Ah? Ah, nothing is just..." He pauses, Second knew about ther heart being stopped. When he confronted Dark, he tried to kill them... But Second didn't die, but ther heart never beat again after that... Red, after discovering his ability to see the dead, can see that Second, even though he was immortal, didn't contain a heartbeat. When they found out about Second's heart everyone was desperate, but when they realized that it didn't change anything about what they loved about him, they went on with their lives with them. But even so, they feel an emptiness when they try to listen to their heart, and remember that they can't hear anything...

"I wish I could hear your heart like the old days..." He says in a sad tone again, Second hugs him comforting him. "Greeny... Don't be like that, I know it's weird, not being able to hear my heart sometimes scares me... Sometimes I think I'm dead or this is just a dream and I'm in paradise...” Green blushes looking at Second. “But then I hear your voice, I feel your touch," they put a hand on Green's cheek gently, "I understand I realize that, I'm alive, I'm with you, with all of you..." Second brings their foreheads closer to Green's, "I love you greeny! I love you, Blue, yellow, Red and Purple! You make me the happiest stick person in the world!" They say tearfully and hugging Green tightly which hugs him tight too blushing, "I love you too Secky..." They loved each other so much, more than anything, that love was strong, strong enough to create something incredible...

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Hours later, Second and Green were sleeping on the couch together, they must have been cuddling so much that they fell asleep in each other's arms. Sec opened his eyes and in a blur he could see something above them and Green, something small and... In a shade of martian green?? Second rubs ther eyes and looks more calmly, and they até in shock. It was a Stickling! The equivalent of a child, a baby?? “What the fuck???”This seems to have scared Stickling who starts to cry, this ends up waking up Green and Second covers ther ears, they don't like loud noises, "I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry!!!" They take the child in their arms and get up from the sofa very confused by the little one's presence. Green alidna was sleepy and rubbing his eyes, But when he sees the baby in second's arms, he takes a while before Freak out like Second, "but what's going on??? Who is this child??? Where did he come from???" The child starts crying again. "why are you guys screaming so much—" Yellow entered the living room and froze at the sight of the child in Second's arms, they pause to try to understand the situation, They look at Second and then at Green, both smiling nervously and sweating, yellow closes his eyes, puts his palms together, takes a deep breath looking at them with a judgmental look, "what the fuck...?"

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after an hour trying to calm the baby, yellow called the others to come urgently when they arrived they were in shock and didn't know how to react, red was dying of cuteness with the baby in his arms snuggling Them and making them sleep. Blue and yellow just watched while Purple sat thoughtfully on the couch. "so..." Blue pauses and looks at Green and Second who were sitting on the couch still confused and nervous, "did you have fun without me??" This makes Green Second blush with embarrassment, "NO!!! WHAT THE FUCK BLUE?!?!" the two yell in embarrassment, Red shisses them with a finger in front of their mouth comforting the baby who almost woke up. "Blue, nothing happened you pervert!!" He flicks Blue's forehead which he just laughs at. "Sorry greeny! But how else would this kid appear out of nowhere?" He looks at them maliciously. "I-i don't know!!" Second was scratching his hand, they were very nervous and sweating a lot, Blue notices that Second was a little agitated and sighs, "Sorry bebe. I'm just as confused as you are...” Blue puts a hand on Second's shoulder comforting them.

"well I think I have the answer to that..." Purple says and everyone looks at them, ""I think it's clear," they pause and look at the child and at Second and Green, "this child is yours !" Second starts to hyperventilate, "n-no! I'm not ready to be a parent!!" Blue and Green try to comfort them, "Calm down Sec! Look, you and Green are very close Sticklings are born from the strong and deep love between two stick figures! This is how I was born, this is how we were all bornOf course, stick figures with feminine traits can get pregnant, but with you, the child is born from the union between the two of you!"This makes me too confused for Blue, Second and Green, yellow was just listening to understand better, and Red was distracting taking care of the child. "My parents told me this when I was younger, they said this is how we Stick figures were born." They smile thinking about their mother. "That kind of makes sense!" Yellow points out, "The kid is a hollow head like Second, and it's a shade of green! Clearly they have the genetics of both of you!" They say looking at Second and green Second was still a little Panic and sits on the floor unbalanced with wobbly legs. "I can't be a parent!" they get very nervous and Blue hugs them caressing their backs with affection.

"Shhh, calm down Second, no need to worry..." Blue comforts them and kisses his cheek gently, "And also, technically he's our kid too!" Green sits next to Second and gently caresses their cheek. Second looks at everyone with tears wanting to spring from ther eyes, "It shouldn't be that different from taking care of animals!" Red says sitting in the armchair with the baby in his arms and with a gentle smile on his face. Yellow sits on the arm of the chair next to Red, And Purple kneel in front of Second and hold ther hand. “Secky, let's help you and Green take care of your Child, we are all their parents..." They smile at Second and he starts to tear up with emotion, they just love these five. "Ok…" They nod with a soft smile, Green kisses their cheeks and Blue their foreheads, it was too much love for Second. Red gives Second the baby in their arms gently, Sec watches the child sleeping snuggled, Tjey blushes smiling and admiring the child and hugs them carefully and gently so as not to wake them up.

"Now what's the name?" Blue asks with a finger stroking the stickling little hand. "a name..?" Second and Green look at the child, “they were martian green, Maybe Martin?" Green looks at Second, they smile admiring the child, barely paying attention to what he was saying. Green smiles, "Martin will be!" He lays his head on Second's shoulder smiling, also admiring the baby in his lover's arms. This would be the beginning of a new era in their lives. And that was just the first child!

[The end..?]

[rosaindomitus]

I only just saw you posted a prompt game - Extremely good chess ficlet by the way, fuckin Love thematically relevant chess games - but how about 45 + Aisling + Ortega?? :)

45. “Christ on a fucking bike, I could kiss you right now.”

CW: Blood, reference to violence, brief mention of medical things.

“¡Cristo en una pinche cicleta!” Charge felt the ground shudder underneath him as the unnatural hulking form of the Catastrofiend collapsed, a bright flicker of panic blooming and then dying as Ais—Sidestep, no names on the job--came running towards him from the other side of the prone figure, holstering her energy caster. She hadn't been underneath the thing when it fell, which was good since one of them would need to be able to walk to get out of there.

He grinned bloodily at her as she kneeled beside him, hand clamped across his stomach. “Podría besarte ahora mismo.”

”You're a fucking idiot and we don't have time for that. How bad is it? Can you walk? We need to go.“ Before the Marshal had a chance to answer, object, or do anything besides stare at her, she had pried his hand off and gotten a good look at the wound, freezing. ”Fuck.“

”Yes. Fuck. I can move if I have to, but…“

The masked face turned upward to meet his eyes again. “How are you even fucking alive? Your guts should—nevermind. We need to go now. It's not dead, just fucking stunned.”

It was Charge's turn to swear, a low hiss of Spanish on a pained exhale. Step slung his free arm over her shoulder as he clamped down hard on the evisceration in his stomach and gritted his teeth against the pain as she hauled him to his feet. She squeezed his wrist lightly in wordless comfort and he was thankful that she was nearly as tall as he was so he didn't have to bend far. They staggered away from the prone form of the inhuman monster on the ground, Step practically dragging him along as he focused on not blacking or bleeding out before they could get somewhere hidden.

It took him a moment to realize they had stopped in a hidden space between a pile of rubble and the carven wall of the tunnels, and that Aisling--Sidestep--was easing him into a lying position. He was thankful for the distance the pain and adrenaline had given him, coming down from that was going to be a bitch. He watched as she removed the hooded, black jacket first, unbuckling the strap-contraption that held the caster's holster and the 'very-specifically-not-a-fanny-pack-thank-you-very-much' bag that held whatever the jackets pockets couldn't. “Ah, my knight in skinsuit armor. Rescuing me from the monster and patching my wounds in such a scenic location. How romantic. Are you sure you don't want that kiss now?”

The two teal eyes of the mask looked up at him flatly and he grinned back brilliantly, “My mistake. It must be the blood loss talking such nonsense.”

”That's hardly unique to the blood loss.“ He heard the muffled snort and grinned again in triumph as she went back to the not-a-fanny-pack, practically tearing it open it beginning to rummage around in it hastily before she began cursing.

”Fuck. I can't—fucking—see— Goddamnit.“ He had to give her credit, she didn't hesitate to take the mask off, readjusting the glasses that had gone askew with the pull. He had expected the paler skin with the slightly dusting of freckles and slightly tilted lips from the times she had raised her mask to eat or drink. He hadn't expected how incredibly grey her eyes were even behind the glasses--eyes that avoided making contact with his own as she bent her head over the pack and began rummaging through it once more. Her disarrayed hair was brown and braided into a crown--he hadn't expected that and it was a sweet touch—and he wondered who the shape of the cheek bones and the jaw was reminding him of.

”If I knew that it would only take me getting stabbed by the Catastrofiend to get you to show me your face I would have done it years ago.“

She set the emergency bottle of saline and med-gel down beside him, not even bothering to dignify that particular comment with a look or comment. He recognized the focus in her movements and decided to give his poor abdomen a bit of peace and stop talking. It happened surprisingly quickly, before he had quite been able to brace for the pain she had uncapped the saline, pried his hand off the deep, deep wound once more, did a quick irrigation of the area before closing up as much as she could with the medi-gel and topping it with a large abdominal bandage, before looking at his face analytically. ”How are you feeling, Sparkles?“

”Sparkles? Again?” He scoffed and then winced as that lead into a cough. She moved quickly to help tilt him over to the side, giving him a chance to clear his throat of a gob of clotting blood. Once he had inished and been settled back onto the floor he flashed that smile in her direction. “Estaré como nuevo, Chula ” It was hard to see slight changes in the shadow but he would have sworn he could see a faint blush creep up the bottom of her neck and across her cheeks.

“God truly does love fucking idiots doesn't he?“ She rolled her eyes and settled back on her heels.

“What?! It's been my charming personality, devistating good looks and incredible reflexes that've gotten me this far.”

“You're lucky, old man.”

“Old? I'm only--” Charge trailed off as Sidestep's face drained of color and she began patting the floor of the area frantically. She found what she was looking for, her jacket, and threw both herself and it over them both, shading the blue-and-white of his suit and the teal-and-white of her own with the black fabric. She kept her weight off of him as much as possible, bracing herself on her knees and elbow, leaving a hand free to place over his mouth gently, silencing him. He felt the brush of her hair as she shook her head and he got the gist quickly enough, especially as the screeching sounds of metal on concrete rubble echoed down the tunnel from where they had fought the Catastrofiend.

Moving carefully, he gripped the wrist of the hand that was over his mouth gently. He felt the movement of her head as she tilted her head silently in his direction and squeezed it comfortingly. It didn't stop her slight tremble, but he felt her frenetic tapping on his shoulder ease to a lighter pace as she took a deep breath and leaned her forehead against his own, refocusing herself. He kept as still and as silent as he could for an interminable amount of time, gritting his own teeth against the pain and cold he felt encroaching in his limbs. He didn't notice the vision tunneling until she finally sat back with a breath of relief and blinked at the return of what little light there was.

”Okay, it went the other way, we should be--oh fuck. Sparkles?“ Her hands were on him again, this time shaking him lightly. He tried to wave her away but his movements felt sluggish, body unresponsive to his commands. It was her turn to swear as she got a better look at him, before patting him down to find his radio. She flicked it on and off a few times before cursing once more at the lack of response thanks to the tunnels and bit her lip viciously in thought as she examined him once more with a worried look.

”Alright. I'm getting you out of here and it's going to be a bumpy ride. I'm sorry, just hang in there Ricardo. Please.“

”I've been through worse,“ his voice was distant to his own ears.

”I know you have. Just don't die, Steel would kill me.“ He wondered how he looked if that was enough to send her into that much of a controlled panic.

With careful movements he felt her tilt him to one side and when she laid him flat again he felt something press uncomfortably along his spine until she tilted him up on the other side. Despite the care He realized what she was doing as soon as she gave the makeshift stretcher she had made with her a jacket an experimental tug, adjusting her hold slightly to make sure he wouldn't fall off when she pulled. Without another word she began hauling him around the rubble and up the tunnel.

[pocketramblr]

If you’re still taking asks for the 5 hcs of an AU… TWO!!!! SixthTorino AU where One for All amplified En’s Quirk to the point where it’s like a proto-Somnambulist (Midnight’s), and even though this is a godsend for En “I have the strength of a wet kitten”, Sorahiko keeps passing out on him in the aftermath of fights. Even the Big Fight with AfO!

Oooooh

1- En is a very dramatic fog machine, capable of producing a block's worth of dense smoke. When it starts to fade, it reveals most people inside blearily on the ground, if not still asleep.

2- Some people are able to fight it off better, due to practice or their quirks. Nana does alright in small doses, able to hold her breath until she can fly above the smoke and get another bit of fresh air. She calls this "basically just reverse swimming." Sorahiko hates swimming. He's also weaker to it than most people. En feels bad, or would, if Sorahiko weren't a gremlin who deserved to have a few things to tease him about at least. (Other than his taste in men, which En isn't allowed to make fun of anymore since he's in that category.)

3- AfO didn't exactly expect to need a smoke breathing quirk or tech, and his normal counters of like, gills don't work either. He can force himself to stay completely awake and aware by focusing his healing quirks on that, but that leaves him open to other blows. The Big Fight against him is still hard, but En survives, as does Nana. And Sorahiko, though they initially panic about not finding him after the smoke dissipates- he doesn't fly over to meet them, or snark at them, or hug them... He isn't with the other heroes that arrive once it's safe. He doesn't answer his phone.

Trying not to panic, En and Nana split up to look for him.

4- Since he really can't handle being in the smoke much, Sorahiko's job is usually to do evacuations outside the area, while others like Nana move sleeping people inside as needed. His job is to keep people from also going into the smoke. Clearly, he failed, because after fifteen minutes En finds him curled up in the middle of the zone, still asleep. Most people around him are awake by now, if groggy, but he's still out. All those extra air ways in his body means it takes longer to flush out.

En is not very strong. Nana and Sorahiko could each easily scoop him up in their arms, but he could not. OfA didn't do much to boost his strength at all since it focused on his quirk, and Sorahiko has a lot more heavy muscle on him than En. En can, however, manage to carry Sorahiko on his back, barely keeping his big yellow boots from dragging on the ground.

5- En basically collapses in the apartment as soon as he gets home, uncaring that he dropped Sorahiko on him because he's tired too! That wasn't an easy fight and hauling the other all the way home was even worse. A few minutes later, Sorahiko begins to stir, shaking En. "Now I'm the one to wake you up instead?" He grumbles.

"You were the one asleep. I carried you all the way here." En replies, pushing himself up now that there is no weight on his back.

"Hm. Didn't see it, don't remember that." Sorahiko dismisses. He's about to make another joke when En stops him by wrapping his arms around his neck and kissing him.

Hey, he won that Big Fight, he deserves it.

Eventually though, right when Sorahiko is getting really into it, a wandering hand finding En's jacket button, En pulls away.

"Wait. Were you just pretending to sleep at the end there? I had to go up stairs, man!"

[doesanyonehaveasparelightsaber]

Cleo - Pt. 1

(Y/N) = Your name

(H/C) = Hair color

Life is always interesting for you. No matter what you do, some bad luck always seems to follow you around. The sheer amount of bones broken that you could list off on both your fingers and toes scares most people. Additionally, the amount of broken friendships that you could count on two hands also scares most people, which, unfortunately, keeps them away from you as well.

So, basically, you were unlucky in everything. Everything but academics. Textbooks, libraries, and ancient history pull on your heartstrings like nothing else. It was an awfully lonely existence, however, as your dad always reassures you, the life of a genius is a lonely path to take.

No matter how much you repeat that in your mind, your heart still flattens itself whenever it sees a group of friends messing around with each other, two girls linking arms as they walk down the street, or just people existing in complete comfort with each other. Dang, you are one lonely girl.

You silently wipe your eyes as they tear up. It’s embarrassing to cry in public, especially in a library; it’s too intimate of a space for something as loud as sobbing your absolute eyes out. You actually start snickering to yourself as you think about how stupid–in your opinion–it is that you’re crying about something that happened so long ago. Two years, in early high school, was for some reason, a long time ago for you. Perhaps we should discuss your perception of time.

You had lost perhaps the strongest friendship you had ever had. You thought that one would last, you thought it would completely make you forget the friends who had cut you off in middle school and even elementary for being just a bit too odd to hang around them. Kids could and will always, be cruel.

She had left, like all the others. Though, this time, she had taken to starting rumors about you as she left your heart in a wake of destruction. Your dislike of people in general started with her and will probably end with her as well. She hadn’t really grown into a saint while you two were apart.

You close your book and abruptly stand up from the table. You’ve had enough of your head being so sad, you’re going to the beach. Now. Just, gonna sit on the sand and listen to the water, maybe check out the book you are reading right now and read it there. Yeah, that’s what you’ll do! That’ll cheer you right up!

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You avoid public transport at all costs. I know that sounds weird but, after an old, drunk man dispensed all his stomach contents on your favorite jacket when you were riding the bus, you have sworn off all forms of public transport.

So, you walked to the beach.

When you arrive, you scrunch your nose at the sheer amount of people littering the sands. With this cesspit of people, are you sure that your usual quiet spot is going to be as quiet as it usually is? You march your way over anyway, hoping for the best.

The best actually happens! There isn’t a person in sight of your little, rock formation, to the far right of the entire beach. It isn’t normal that people venture this far; if you go to a public beach, you’re most likely not coming for the quiet.

Well, there is one person that comes out here, one that you recognize from some of your AP classes from last school year, but he only comes to fish and doesn’t bother you too much whenever you’re there. Though, sometimes he brings a girl–that you also recognize from school–with him and she’s more talkative than him, though not enough to bother you. They seem like the picture perfect couple though you’re not entirely sure that they’re actually together.

You sit down and make yourself comfortable, leaning against one of the rocks. You prop open your book on your legs and tuck a strand of your (H/C) hair behind you ear.

You get lost and you get lost hard. The book you’re reading is a narrative about a princess that fought in a war of her father’s making, slaying dragons and enemies faster than any of the soldiers under her command. She was powerful, she was brave, and she fell in love with a wonderful man. She was everything that you want to be. She experienced everything you want to experience. It was both painful and therapeutic to read.

And then, caught up in the climax of this beautiful story, you hear the most irritating, grating voice.

“So, you’re still reading fantasies?” It mocks, and your blood goes cold. You know that voice, you hate that voice, that voice haunts your dreams and forces tears out of your ducts.

You look up. She’s there. I’m not sure who else you expected. Your oldest, most despised friend looms over you. Tiffany, her little minion, stands beside her.

“Miriam. Tiffany,” you acknowledge, slamming your book, very happy that it was a hardcover because it made the best sound when aggressively shut. For whatever reason, you knew this very well.

You stand, not one to be looked down on. You glance around her skeptically as she crosses her arms and looks you up and down.

“Where’s your boy toy?” You snip, looking her in the eye, very content with the three inch height advantage you have over her.

“Surfing with Nate. Where’s your social life?” She quips back, prompting only a raised eyebrow from yourself.

“Running away from you, it seems.” You roll your eyes. “And, Miriam, honestly, I don’t really want to talk to you and this,” you gesture towards your rocks, “isn’t really your scene.”

“It’s my scene if I say it’s my scene.” She steps forward and is now completely in your bubble. She sets a hand on the front of your shoulder causing you to sneer. “Admit it, you have never had anymore friends after me.” She laughs, keeping her hand where it is. She remembers, she remembers everything. The fact that physical affection was something you love, the fact that fantasy is your favorite genre, and the fact that you still, very deeply, miss her.

Then she hammers the last nail in the coffin. “But, who am I kidding, you never had any friends before me either. You were my, how do I put this, pity project?” She smiles wickedly, your heart dropping and your eyes filling with tears. She knows she has you. “You are nothing, (Y/N), and I know that since I know you ,” she says, giving you a solid push, nearly knocking you off your feet. You drop your book in the process of trying to catch your balance.

Tiffany picks it up with a grin and hands it to Miriam. Miriam opens her mouth to let out another torrent of insults when a voice interrupts her.

“Why don’t you leave her alone?” The voice is sweet but authoritative, as if the owner held power that no one else did. A girl, the one that always came with the fisher boy to your secret spot, steps out from around a cluster of rocks.

“Oh, Cleo.” The disgust in Miriam’s voice mirrors that of her expression. “When did you get here?”

The girl stands tall, the sun glancing off of her tanned skin, turning parts of it honey colored. Her voice trembles slightly when she speaks, as if she doesn’t use it this way often.

“I was here long enough to hear you say all of those horrible things to her. You have no reason to be so mean, Miriam. Get lost.”

You admire this girl’s ferocity in spite of her obvious uneasiness. You smile weakly to yourself.

“Ugh, this is no fun when Cleo’s playing Little Miss Hero.” Miriam tosses the book at you, hitting you square in the chest. You lose a bit of air from the blow but clutch the book tightly. “C’mon, Tiffany.” She turns her back to you but still yells over her shoulder to you. “See you around, Nobody.”

You and Cleo stand and stare at each other for a couple of seconds before she slowly walks closer to you.

“Are you alright? Miriam was saying such horrible things.” She bends down a bit to look at your face as you stare at the ground, unable to meet her eyes when yours are filled with unshed tears. She sets a hand on your shoulder and pumps her fist. “You’re doing amazing, I’m sure all that Miriam said is a lie!”

The tears start flowing and everything hits you in the stomach. Your knees buckle beneath you. All of these years of loneliness, betrayal, lies, and rumors beat on you like a war drum and all of it is coming out in front of a girl that you hardly know.

She kneels down in front of you, keeping her hands on your shoulders and whispering quiet ‘Hey, hey, it’s gonna be okay’s.

“I’m so sorry,” you apologize hoarsely in between sobs. “You can leave, I’m just being dramatic, it’s okay.”

Cleo shakes her head adamantly. “Whatever you’re crying about is too serious for me to just leave.” She comes to your side. “Do you mind if I hug you? Do you like hugs?”

You laugh, wiping tears with the back of your hand. “If you want.”

She then proceeds to give you the tightest hug you have had in a very long time. You start crying anew. She jumps back from you, seemingly surprised.

“I am so sorry, I just, gracious, I think that the last person other than my family to hug me like that was Miriam.”

Her brow knits together. “You and Miriam must have been close.” Her eyes then widen. “Wait, were you friends in 9th grade?”

You smile wryly. “Yeah, I’m surprised you remember. I don’t think we’ve ever had any classes together.” You look up at her, slightly embarrassed. “I actually think this is the first time I’ve actually learned your name.”

She shrugs it off. “Don’t worry about it. The only reason I know your name is because Lewis talked about you a few times, saying you were in a few of his AP classes.”

“Oh, fisher boy, so that’s his name.” You shake your head, disappointed in yourself. “I should have learned his name.”

“Oh, don’t worry about that either, he always said you were too buried in your books to really pay attention to anyone but the teacher.”

Your eyes cast downward. “Yeah, after Miriam and I stopped being friends after all of that crap she gave me, I kinda gave up on people.” You cover your mouth, just now realizing how much about yourself you’d revealed to this girl. “Oh, I’m so sorry, you hardly know me and I’m trauma dumping.”

She cocks her head. “Why are you saying sorry? You obviously needed to get that out and I’m more than happy to listen.”

You start crying again.

Cleo starts to panic. “I made you cry again, I’m sorry!”

You put a hand up and chuckle. “Don’t worry, just the immediate reaction to realizing that my hatred for people was ill-founded.”

She looks at you with the most empathetic, vulnerable, brown eyes and gives you the sweetest smile. You’re slightly surprised at how you never realized how pretty the fisher boy’s girl was.

“I’m glad I helped you realize that.” She stands up and puts her hand out to you. “How about we go get a juice, (Y/N)? It’s on me.”

You take her hand and return her smile.

“Yeah, I’d like that.”

[multiple-authors]

14 August 2023

(part 2)

After about 40 minutes of talking, he asked if I would like to shower, to which I knew I should answer with 'yes'. He showed me where I should be when I was ready; he told me he had a certain routine he liked to follow. It was a separate room with a bed and a sofa. He took me down the corridor, past the bedroom we'd eventually do the deed in, to another bedroom where I could shower in the en suite. I cleaned, prepared myself mentally. Walked back down the corridor in my towel. He sat down on the sofa and said he wanted to have a look at me. I took off the towel and stood up in front of him. He said I was exactly like my photos. He asked me to turn around, and back again to face him. He took me into the other bedroom and told me to get in the bed, where he joined me, also n-ked. I'm not sure I can say too much more of what happened but towards the end I really wanted to leave. I didn't get h-rd – I didn't feel safe even if I knew nothing bad would happen. And if it did I would be able to get out. He told me he would give me vi-gra next time. He told me a lot of people would get offended if I didn't get hard. It made me paranoid that something was wrong with me. He kept telling me I should be careful on that website. He f-ng*red me (with gloves – I found this funny), had me thr*st at him with my d-*k, and touch him. Once he finished over me, I went to shower and clean off. I'd left the towel I'd used before in the other room so I dried myself off with a hand towel. I put back on my shorts and thin jacket, which were all sweaty from cycling there. I went into the living room and he gave me the money. He told me, saying he didn't want to offend me, but that others would expect me to do a lot more for that kind of money. I had actually been there way over an hour, closer to two, so I think he was just trying to make himself look better and more caring than he was. Small talk about what he was eating that evening. When I am older I will be doing things so differently. He shook my hand and took me downstairs, showed me how to get back in for next time. I'm not sure if I want to do next time. I really need the money, it feels like I don't have a choice sometimes. I can't get his wrinkly face out of my mind. His body showed he had lived. But hearing the stuff he had told me, it made me think that I don't want to live that way. He seemed greedy and entitled. A typical straight man in a gay man's body. It was the money talking. I cycled home with a dying phone battery but managed to get back just in time. I felt numb and exhausted for most of the day. I still feel a little numb. I have felt like I have been observing myself little, slightly out of my body. I hope that's not sign of a psych-tic break. Am I losing my self in this work? I do not intentionally want to do it. I just need money, I don't want to be h-meless. Is this my rock bottom? It feels like it could keep getting worse and I would keep going. I will always keep going. Sometimes I don't know what my boundaries are. I don't know what my boundaries are. I people please. Came back and was trying to have a nice afternoon. Franny and Lily came back, they told me about their afternoon. I was listening of course but really trying to concentrate. Watched an awful g-y rom com with Lily. They (Lily) were really trying to be nice to me, say encouraging things, be supportive. They have also offered to contribute towards the council tax since they are here all the time.