#like you make the flower then when you heat it up w the heat gun you kinda place it on top of a spomge

[nyanspirals]

ive had shrink plastic for like 3 years now but i kinda never use it because i have to bake it when i do. im considering buying a heat gun when i have the money so i can make cooler stuff w it

[munson-mjstan]

Soaked (Older! Eddie x Fem! reader)

Just thought I'd join @oneforthemunny summer game! This was fun to write! Thank you @munson-blurbs for beta reading this and helping me out!

Shoutout to @eddiemunsons-missingnipple for the amazing edit of Older! Eddie!

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Summary: You have the house to yourself, time to sunbathe! Right?

CW: !Minors D.N.I! Language, Suggestive themes, Partial Nudity, an almost BJ (if I missed anything, I apologize)

Waking up from your nightly slumber you move your arm to Eddie's side of the bed and take quick notice that he isn't there. "Eddie?" you call out loudly, thinking your husband might be in the adjacent bathroom to the further right of you. No response. Sitting up on your bed you stretch and rub the sleep out of your eyes. Now that your eyes are clean-ish and ready to begin the day you lazily move from your place of sleep and go to your bathroom to begin your daily routine.

Turning your shower knobs to a comfortable temperature you undress and enter. Water cascading down your body like a waterfall you let out a contented sigh. As much as you desire to stay under your shower you must search for your husband. Humming a light tune you wash your body and hair thoroughly, rinsing the remaining lather off.

Exiting the shower you wrap your hair and body in warm towels. Working on your hair first, you put leave-in conditioner in your curly hair combing through the messy tangles that accumulated in your slumber. As much as Eddie adored you no matter how you looked you were never lazy in making yourself look presentable. Hanging up your towel you put on your robe and leave your bathroom.

Descending the staircase of your home you look around; since you didn't find Eddie upstairs he must be here somewhere. "Eddie?" calling him out, you wait for a response, nothing. Shrugging you assume he had just gone out for something which means the house is yours! "Yes!" you exclaimed cheerfully, you took a look outside your window overlooking your living room and saw the gorgeous weather that graced itself this morning.

"Morning sun here I come!" fist bumping the air you bound back up your staircase in search of your bikini set. "Where is it?" you say, trying to find the material that makes Eddie hard on sight. "Gotcha!" you wave your bikini victoriously in the air, hastily undressing to put it on. "Okay, essentials…" Grabbing your sunscreen, walkman, towel, and sunglasses you head out your bedroom door when a certain item caught your eye; your water gun laying unused on your dresser. You and Eddie had a water fight, war going on for quite some time.

It started with Eddie using his gun spray water on you while you were planting flowers. To say it infuriated you was an understatement, you vowed to get him back and that's how your war started. Back and forth of you both soaking each other as best you can with what little water your guns carry. Surely Eddie won't shoot you while you are sunbathing.

Right?

Right?

Who are we kidding? This is Eddie we are talking about.

Grabbing your water gun with a smirk, knowing too well how your husband operates you head out of your bedroom. Opening your backdoor you step outside and you're greeted by the sun, bathing you in its warmth like an embrace. Sighing in contentment you lay out your beach chair, put on your headphones, and press the play button to the sound of Michael Jackson in your ears. Taking a bold step you remove your bikini top and lay down on your beach chair, your body fully relaxed under the sun.

You can only judge the amount of time that has passed by the heat on your skin. Perhaps half an hour. You were broken out of your daze by feeling something ice-cold over your body.

"W-what the fuck?!"

"Sleeping beauty is awake." a voice you adored taunted you, and you glared in response, throwing your headphones aside. "Eddie! You mother-"

"Careful, hot tits," he warns, interrupting you and holding the item that soaked you up. That fucker used the water hose! "Eddie, why did you do that? Where did you come from? Where did you go?"

"You're vulnerable with your tits out, the back gate, and to get a new nozzle for the hose," he answers all of your questions with a grin, his dark face stubble pulled up revealing pure white teeth. "I got you pretty wet, sweetheart. Looks like I win,"

The double entendre only infuriated you "You cheater!" you bellow, throwing your towel at him in frustration, he caught it. "Better cover up before someone other than me sees you, princess, I'll have to kick their asses," Glancing down you'd forgotten you were topless, and you use your arms to cover up. He tosses the towel you had thrown at him, pouting and knowing how much your stubborn husband wouldn't continue the game now….unless. You grab your water gun, fastened your bikini top back in place, and tucked it into your bikini bottoms.

Eddie had started spraying the flowers you planted, the setting set on "Shower", you turn the nozzle twice from "Shower" you arrive on "Jet", trekking over to your husband you whisper in his ear "Wanna prize baby?" in a sickly sweet voice you say, Eddie, oblivious to your ulterior motive turns around to face you, dropping the still running hose.

"A prize, hmm.." he groans, rubbing his stubble, thinking of what he wanted. You offer a suggestion. "Perhaps a blowjob?" you got down on your knees they hit the damp grass from the droplets of moisture from the hose. Unzipping his pants he questions "Out here?" you nod your head "I promise I'll be quick! Close your eyes, handsome." Winking at him, you watch him close his eyes, his lashes casting shadows on his cheeks.

You sported the mother of all smirks on your face. Grabbing the still-running hose, putting it down Eddie's pants and boxers. Eddie jumped out of his skin at the cold contact, which in turn made you jump quickly to grab your water gun and shoot Eddie with a cry of victory! "I GOT YOU! I won!!!"

Once Eddie regained his composure he took the hose and sprayed you again making you laugh. "It's on now, princess!"

"It's been on since you sprayed me first!"

Laughing happily you spray Eddie with your gun once again; this time in the face. He grunts angrily, reaching for the hose when he comes to a realization, patting his jeans "I don't have my gun!"

"Snooze you lose, hon!" you retort, finding yourself in Eddie's wet arms being lifted off the damp grass, the hose long forgotten. You laugh heartily, in love in your man's arms. Eddie brings his lips to yours in a passionate kiss, bathed in the wondrous light of the sun. He pulls away "Tie?" As much as you wanted to keep the war game going you relented, smiling and rolling your eyes "Tie." You agree.

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[flowersandbigteeth]

Claimed by your gargoyle boss

General Plot: Your boss is sick of hearing you whine, so he does something about it

Gargoyle boss (Heath) x female reader

Word Count: 1.5k

W: nsfw monster smut, yandere behavior, noncon/dubcon

“Allright, out with it,” Heath grumbled, dropping a stack of books in front of you, “your face is scaring the customers away. I hired you because you’re cute. What’s the problem?” 

You bit your lip and pouted, plucking at a thread on your sweater. He sighed. 

“Do you want a coffee? Will that open you up?” 

You blinked up at him with wet eyes and he rolled his at you, pulling out his phone and ordering your usual from the shop at the other end of the shopping center. 

“Coffee incoming. Now tell me what’s wrong so I can fix it,” he griped.

“No one can fix it,” you wailed, sniffling, “Jerry broke up with me.”

His pupils narrowed and an odd look crossed his face before he schooled his expression.

“Good, that guy was an idiot,” he said, “I don’t see the issue.” 

You sighed. 

“I thought we were going to get married,” you huffed, “what a waste of time. I’m going to be old and withered before you know it, alone, eaten by neighborhood cats.” 

He raised an eyebrow at you. 

“You will not be alone, teacup,” he assured you, “and consider you are crying over a human named Jerry…isn’t he a barback...at a Chili's? Just think about that...I bet he sleeps on a mattress on the floor, too.” 

You sniffled but chuckled a little. Jerry did sleep on a mattress on the floor. 

“Hey, I’m human too,” you griped, wiping the couple of tears that had snuck over your cheeks away. 

“It works for you, it’s part of your charm,” the handsome gargoyle said, “but Jerry…I’m just sayin’, who even names their kid that? Did they hate him?” 

He tagged some books with a price gun, handing you each one as he finished for you to pile on your opposite side. 

“Yeah, I guess,” you said petulantly, “but even barbacks named Jerry don’t want me.” 

“Why don’t you let me t-”

“Jerry?” 

You glanced up to find the aforementioned ex standing in front of you with a bouquet of roses. 

“(Y/N), I uh…wanted to apologize about before…I just-”

“No. No way. Absolutely not. Get out.” Heath said flatly. 

You looked between him and Jerry. 

“W-what do you mean?” Jerry stammered, clutching his flowers. 

“You aren’t doing this during work hours. Come back when (Y/N) is off the clock. That’s barely an twenty minutes from now.” 

Jerry blanched at the much larger gargoyle and shoved the flowers at you before scurrying away. 

“Was that really necessary?” you pouted, fingering the flowers, “he was trying to apologize.” 

“And you’re just going to take him back?” he growled. 

You stuck your bottom lip out. 

“He was being so nice,” you said. 

Heath looked at the ceiling as if the tiles held answers. 

“Come here,” he said, dropping his price gun and jerking you into the back room. 

He’d barely closed the door when he suddenly started stripping your clothes away, his claws shredding the wool dress you were wearing. 

“Heath!” you squealed, trying to hide yourself. 

He grinned down at you with an edge of cruelty to his smile and grabbed your wrists yanking them above your head. 

“I’m sick of hearing you squall about idiots,” he grumbled, “you obviously need to get fucked by a real man. Don’t act like you don’t want it. I’ve seen the way you look at me.” 

“What?!” you screeched. 

He smirked at you before shoving your shredded panties in your mouth and spinning you around to face the wall. 

“You bend over for these worthless assholes like a bitch in heat,” his deep voice rumbled into your ear as he pressed two thick fingers inside of you and his massive body against your back, “you’re beggin’ me to make you my little slut. How about this? You’re mine now. Nobody touches your pretty pussy but me, problem solved. I'll never leave you wanting, never make you cry.” 

Your eyes rolled back in your head as he stroked your G spot with his large fingers. His thumb circled your clit and you shuddered, whimpering against him. 

“Yghfhg cnng dg tsdgh!” you cried into the impromptu gag he’d created, even as your pussy juices ran down over his hand. 

“What was that, sweet heart? I couldn’t quite hear you,” he jeered, “did you say you want me to stuff your little cunt until you can’t remember that fucker’s name?” 

Tears slid down your cheeks in confusion. On one hand you were turned on, how many times had you’d daydreamed about the handsome gargoyle pushing you against a bookshelf and ravishing you? 

On the other hand, it was so real and overwhelming, your eyes glazed over as you got intoxicated on his scent. He smelled like old books and sweet tobacco from the rolled cigarettes he smoked. You couldn’t do anything but whimper if you wanted to. His strong hand had you pinned to the wall, your back arched so he could cup your ass with the other. 

“Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of you teacup,” he assured you as you ground your hips into his big hand, “that’s it. Cum for me.” 

You’d never cum on command before, but his arresting voice in your ear had you shuddering and mewling on his fingers. Your eyes crossed with pleasure and he chuckled. 

“You’re such a good, obedient girl,” he murmured and you preened under his praise, “those boys don’t deserve you. Lemme give you what you need.”  

You felt his fingertips retreat, replaced with his smooth cock head prodding your entrance. The thick pads of his fingers made their way to your nipples, taking his time plucking and playing with each one until they were stiff points. To your surprise your feet lifted off of the ground as finally he speared you, shattering every complicated thought you were having to pieces and slamming you into the wall in front of you. 

“Good girl,” he said, his hand clamping on to your hip to maneuver you over his massive shaft, “you don’t need any cock but mine, do you?” 

Heath understood very well the effect an enormous gargoyle phallus had on a tiny human cunt, and it amused him to know your brain was mush as your nerves tried to process the thing impaling you. He could see it in the way your eyes glazed over and you went limp in his arms, unable to do anything but accept what he was going to give you. 

He’d never been one of the fetishists who worshiped tiny human females, but he’d always thought you were incredibly cute and now buried balls deep in your tight pussy he felt…right. Your arousal perfumed the air and he was drunk on your scent. He needed to ruin you for any other male, not that it would matter because he’d never let another male get close to you after that moment. 

The tip of his tail found your clit and he played you like his instrument, bringing you closer and closer to your end. All the while his hips slammed into you over and over again, stretching your cunt to its limit. 

You drooled and cried, still sensitive from your first orgasm. You were too busy sobbing into your panties to notice Heath smirking at Jerry, who’d appeared in the doorway looking for you. Heath didn’t slow down or stop for a second, staring the human right in the eye as he railed you into next week. The only muffled thing that came out of your mouth was Heath's name on repeat.

Cocking his his head to the side he asked the man a silent question of whether or not he liked watching his former girl get fucked by a better man...er...gargoyle. Jerry stared, his mouth open, for a moment, shocked, before he blushed and backed out of the room leaving you to your fate. 

“That’s it, little one,” Heath groaned, high on his victory and your scent, “cum for daddy. Show me what that pussy can do.” 

He curled his wings around the two of you, forming a safe cave for his passion. His encouragement pushed you over the edge, strangling his cock with the muscles in your cunt and flooding your channel with slick. You screamed, squeezing your eyes shut and you came, seeing colors. Wedged in your tight hole he slammed into you one more time before you felt his searing cum paint your womb. 

He held you to him for a moment, his long hair brushing your cheek as you panted together in the darkness of his wingspread. Gingerly, he tugged your panties out of your mouth and spun your around, covering your lips with his. 

“Mphh!” you grunted, surprised as he kissed you, gently, but firmly, staking his claim.  One hand tangled in your hair, while the other stroked your cheek. He pulled back only an inch or so, searching your eyes. 

“I meant what I said,” he growled, “gargoyles don’t do things halfway. You belong to me now.” 

You blinked up at him and nodded slowly.

“O-Okay,” you said. 

He carried you over to a couch in the back room and laid you down. Covering you with a throw blanket, he wrapped you up and arranged you amongst the cushions.

“Nap while I close up the store. I'll bring you your coffee when it gets here and then we'll go to yours to pack your things.” 

“P-pack my things?” you asked. 

He nodded. 

“I said you were mine,” he said as if that were obvious. 

“O-oh. O-okay,” you replied, yawning and sank down into the cushions. 

There was no point in fighting with your nine foot tall gargoyle boss. He was hot and if he wanted to save you from an inevitable end as lonely cat food, you weren’t going to stop him.

If telling yourself he’d fucked you into submission was what you needed to say to yourself to let him have you, then so be it. You closed your eyes and sighed, collapsing against the microfiber couch for a well deserved nap. 

[luminenwalker]

[14-1-2024]

Between the yellow paint and blood- all you can see is the blood. Your mistake was costly, and can't be repeated. Another day of living in Cinci, right? Right. Doesn't make it any better. //RRH

Glass hits you. You're caught in a crossfire, and all hell is breaking loose around you. Nearly deaf, simply confused. How quick can you move? You feel heat pumping from your chest. //RRH

Your whole life is a calculated risk. Good days feel like that. Just a deal, but everything if you pull it off. Another day, another week, another month. Just keep working. //RRH

Buried treasure? No, you want to think that. But, it's just another dead drop. Some cash, a few thums, and a spike. SensPerience. Could be game changing but it's doubtful. //RRH

Your eyes lose focus, and you force yourself to blink. Keep putting one foot in front of another, just figuring out where you're going and if you have a reason to even go there. //RRH

Your heart is beating, and somehow that's all that matters right now. They're fast, but you're more limber. You turn down an alley, and then another, and keep going until they're gone. //RRH

Something's wrong. Your ports are still itchy. The diagnostic is red, and the spike ports are... Is this the shakes, or the treatment last month, or... You need help, and soon. //RRH

You keep plodding along. Just one foot in front of the other towards the city, through its gates. Something bad will happen, but something worse will happen if you keep doing nothing. //RRH

He's ragged. Ragged at best. You listen, and glide your pen over the scrap. All he has are names and numbers. And, they all need to know. Not your job, but someone has to do it. //RRH

Does the name mean anything to you? No. Whoever they were is gone. You try to focus, but they're not in your programming now. You've lost something, but, does that matter? //RRH

Self-styled 'nanite artist' Genetrix Io's latest work is a dismal affair. An implant 'seeding' flowers in the human body? Blossom-matrixed keratin for petaled nails; pistil-patterned tonguebuds for pollened saliva? Trite, grotesque, and kitsch-ridden thriftshop fare. //TruthWave

There's new grub down at Gamble. Steamed streetfood tightly scribbled all over with Chinese calligraphy. Triad thing? Tried to get the lowdown from an Asian head, but it's all hush-hush, some secret lingo or dialect she didn't know. Looks killer though, real eyecandy. //TruthWave

Found a derelict SensPerience parlour once. A Chinese sign that looked like a melting sundae outside, men lying silent like mannequins inside. When I came back, the men were dead. Only one remained. He came to the window and smiled. Golden eyes, mouth red as blood. //TruthWave

Corpo exec went poof at the airport and there's still no buzz on the news. Tale got nixed the moment they sniffed something shady in the footage. All those tunnels down there—it's the goddamn catacombs. One wrong step and you're gone. Swallowed. Total black hole zone. //TruthWave

Individuals experiencing retinal implant-induced hallucinations are advised to refrain from interacting with visual anomalies to prevent the misdirection of retinal nanites onto unintended neural pathways. Cases of people falling into unrousable dreams are escalating. //TruthWave

Our bash got stormed by the pigs and yeah, our bad for not fisting their asses full of dough beforehand, but they nabbed some real weird shit. Drugs and guns chillin', but the houseplants? Every last pot gone. The hell? Anyway, we're hittin' Tower back to save Fernie. //TruthWave

Met a man claiming to live not on food, not on water, but air; a proprietary blend of gases some exclusive clinic deep in the Projects injects into his lungs. Made a bet with a sniper; she's now down 15k and up a brain-splattered, half-chewed burger. Ho hum. //TruthWave

Rip Van Winkle spike ain't a myth—it completely ruined my Ma. She's just a shell cryin' over some ghost life, now. A lifetime lived in a blink. Irony is you don't came back to a future world like the tale. You come back to a world that you no longer have any use for. //TruthWave

Ready to sing like Xara One? Insiders report that Sens star Genetrix Io is spearheading a partnership between CinnTech and SensPerience for her hotly anticipated new Sens series, said to use a revolutionary next-gen Sens spike designed to leave bio-imprinted souvenirs.//TruthWave

Fears of implant sentience gain awareness as anecdotal accounts of pain controller implants 'Pavlovian-conditioning' individuals become widespread. "It's deliberately choosing when to turn the pain tap on or off," one man says. "Subtle, insidious manipulation." //TruthWave

[dollslayer]

Botanical Interest - For Luck

Soft!Mob!Steve Rogers x Florist!Reader

Summary: Steve introduces you to some of the most important people in his life, but are you ready for all that comes with it?

W/C: 4,743

Warnings: Swearing, alcohol consumption, angst, gambling

A/N: When I saw @redhead-wine-and-literature-club was doing a floral based challenge I couldn't pass up the opportunity to add to this series! April 28th - Cornflower - good-luck charm. Even though this is part of a series of oneshots it can be read as a standalone! If you like it please like/reblog/comment and check out my other fics! Cheers!

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The sunlight through the windows warms your skin while the breeze of the small fan on the counter gives you goosebumps. Dog days of Summer slowly set in over the city and with them came a slight dip in business. No one wants a rooftop wedding when it’s 100 degrees out and the drinks are watered down with sweat. You didn’t mind though, it let you put in a little extra time and care to the orders you did have.

You picked up a stem of cornflower and nestled it between snapdragons and lisianthus. It was so dreamy you couldn’t help but sigh, you almost wished it was for yourself. It was for an elopement, an eager young couple came in this morning all smiles asking if you could take the last minute order. Feeling a little sappy from your own relationship you couldn’t turn them down.

You started in on the boutonniere when the music you had on was paused. Curious, you looked at your phone to find you had an incoming call. You balanced the phone in between your shoulder and ear as you gathered supplies.

“Hello?”

“Hi, Doll. How are you?” Steve’s warm voice greeted you.

You smiled into the receiver. “I’m good, just working on the last order of the day. What are you up to?”

“Well actually that’s what I called to ask you. You free tonight?”

“You can meet me at the shop in an hour. Sound good?” You promised.

“Sounds like a plan. I love you, doll, I’ll see you soon.”

After returning his affections you hung up and set to work, excited to be finished and see Steve. Despite his involvement with the mob, which neither of you had really addressed head-on yet, things were going really well. Even though he was involved with murky dealings he was sweet to you and you were in love with him. You tried to plan your night with Steve in your head as you worked.

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The ringing of a bell roused you from your work, expecting to see the young couple here to pick up their flowers. You were instead face to face with Steve’s handsome smirk and playful eyes. Your smile grew wider as he approached the counter. You held the boutonniere up to the lapel of his jacket and eyed it from a distance.

“Do I have a hot date I didn’t know about?” He joked.

“No!” You giggled, “The flowers are for a couple that came in the shop this morning, they’re going to elope and the groom’s got your complexion, thought I’d see how this looks on you before I finish”

“Oh? And how do I look as a groom?” He questioned.

Your cheeks heated instantly and you felt shy. You managed to squeak out that he looked nice before you had to turn away to box up the flowers. You couldn’t help the stupid smile on your face. You and Steve never talked about marriage before but things were getting serious between you. Maybe he just felt extra cheeky today.

“I like the blue, very colorful”

“They’re cornflowers, they’re a good luck charm! I figured they were fitting for their little wedding. So what did you have in mind for tonight? It’s too hot to sit on the patio but I’ve got a pint of ice cream with our names on it in the freezer at home” You raised your eyebrows in offer.

“Well actually, I was hoping you could be my good luck charm tonight. Bucky’s got a few of us getting together tonight for poker and you’ve yet to meet my friends. What do you say?”

Oh. You weren’t sure what to say. You hadn’t met his friends yet because you were uncomfortable with his mob work and you knew they were involved. But you also knew they were his friends and they were important to him. It’s not like you could avoid them forever. Poker with a mob boss? Sure why not?

You put on a slightly uneasy smile and nodded.

“Well I have to tell you, I haven’t played in forever but I would love to meet your friends” You told him.

“I promise, no shop talk. But I’ve been telling them about you. Buck’s wife Natasha has been dying to meet you. I also promise not to make you play poker.” He said with an easy grin.

“Alright, I just have to wait on this couple to pick up their flowers and close up. Shouldn’t be more than 20 minutes. You can wait here if you want but I’ve got no A/C”

Steve nodded and took off his jacket. He rolled up his sleeves and loosened his tie.

“For you? I’ll sweat it out.” He said.

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After a quick pit stop at your place to change you were on your way. You smiled in the passenger’s seat, still reeling from the look on the young bride’s face when she saw her bouquet. That was undoubtedly the best part of your job, seeing the joy on your customer’s faces when they saw their arrangements. Maybe this feeling could carry you through the night.

The tires of Steve’s Audi crunched under the gravel of the long driveway up to Bucky’s estate. Steve told you he had a townhouse in Brooklyn but for the most part they stayed at their estate outside of the city. You looked up at the facade of the house and admired the ivy that clung to the bricks.

Parking the car Steve got out and quickly made his way to your side to let you out. Just one of the many old-fashioned quirks that he had. You accepted his hand as he helped you out of the car and leaned up to kiss his cheek. His hand traveled down to rub your back reassuringly. You looked up at him.

“Don’t worry, they’ll love you. Natasha can be intense but she means well. Just be yourself and they’ll love you just as much as I do.” He kissed your hair to soothe you and lead you towards the door.

Steve nodded at the man at the door. “Scott. Nice to see you, this is my girlfriend”

You smiled and gave him your name. “It’s nice to meet you, Scott”.

He smiled and greeted you in kind, lifting his hand to shake yours. When he did his jacket rode up and you could see the holster and butt of his gun. You ignored it and shook his hand.

Scott opened the door for you and you entered the house. Mansion, might be a better word honestly. Marble floors, oak woodwork, all the look of any house you’d find in the area and all in line with how you’d think a rich mob boss might live. The foyer was empty but you could hear voices in the distance.

Steve waltzed through the halls like he lived here, when he was at work he probably practically did. The space was teeming with energy as they bantered on with trash talk and promises of beating one another. Men sat at a round table drinking, waiting to deal cards and women standing around sipping on wine.

One man looked familiar from the pictures you’d seen around Steve’s place. His sharp jaw and long dark hair drew your attention instantly; Bucky Barnes, King of Brooklyn. His brows were pinched together in a scowl but he had a playful grin on his face. You steeled yourself the best you could and prepared for your introduction. Just think of him as Steve’s childhood best friend.

“Steve! ‘Bout time you showed up you bastard!” an accented voice belonging to a tall blond man with long hair called. He clapped a hand on Steve’s shoulder. “And are you the enchantress that our dear friend goes on and on about? Now that I’m meeting you I can see why!”

Steve let out an embarrassed laugh and motioned towards his friend. “This is Thor, don’t let the muscle fool you, he’s a total teddy bear”

You gave him your name and extended your hand when he brought you in for a bone-crushing hug. You let out a laugh and hugged him back, grateful for something to ease the tension you felt.

“How’s that for a warm welcome, huh?” A voice sounded from behind you.

Thor released you from your hug and you took a desperately needed breath. He patted you on the shoulder.

“Wanted to make our dear Steven’s girl feel at home, that’s all” Thor explained. “It’s a pleasure to meet you. I look forward to beating your boyfriend at poker.” You laughed at that and turned to face the man who spoke earlier.

That man was none other than Bucky, who reached out for your hand. You gave it to him and he instead lifted it to give a gentle kiss.

“I can’t believe I’m meeting the one and only. Stevie here won’t shut up about you sometimes. I’m Bucky but I’m sure you already knew that.”

“I’ve heard about you too, it’s nice to finally meet.” You nodded as you took your hand back.

“I’m afraid I need to steal your man, we’ve been waiting on him to start the game but tell you what, why don’t you go find my wife Natasha, I know she’s been dying to meet you.”

Great, not at all intimidating. Okay fine just smile and breathe. Maybe get a drink. You smiled at Bucky. “The redhead, right?” He nodded and sent you on your way. One last look at Steve you shot him a worried look but he only winked at you.

You looked around the room and shrunk in on yourself a bit. You were never the best with social outings or being in new environments. You looked around again and found the very redhead you had been in search of smirking at you from the corner. She was dressed in a sleek black dress and looked effortlessly beautiful but also like she could strangle a man with her bare hands. You steeled yourself with a smile you’re sure she saw straight through.

“So you’re the one responsible for the flowers at my wedding?” You nodded Pleasesayyoulikedthempleasesayyoulikedthem “I loved them! The wedding planner recommended you and I’m so glad she did. It’s so hard to find a good color pallet but you nailed it. Come on, you need a drink then I’ll introduce you to the girls”

She ushered you towards the kitchen where she took the waiting wine glass from the counter and handed it to you. You didn’t like red but you’d drink it anyways. You brought the glass to your lips and took a sip.

You two talked for a bit in the kitchen, maybe she wasn’t as scary as she seemed. You tipped the stem of your glass until there was nothing left. Before you could ask for different wine she was topping you off from the same bottle. Another round of apprehensive sips and hidden grimaces but you thanked her regardless. It was now your goal to find the sociable sweet spot of drunkenness. You could feel blood rushing to your cheeks from the alcohol as tipsiness settled in.

Natasha raised an eyebrow and considered you for a moment.

“So how are you handling the whole organized crime thing? Gotta say, I didn’t peg you as his type but you guys are cute.”

You stopped yourself from spitting the wine in your mouth back into the glass.

“Um, thanks, I guess” You sputtered, “we uh, try to keep things separate. Figure it’s best for both of us.”

Natasha nodded, taking another drink herself.

“That’s probably best but I mean, how long can you keep that up, really?” She asked

You hated to admit it but she had a point. It’s not like the thought hadn’t crossed your mind. You opened your mouth to answer her when a man walked into the room and called your name. You looked expectantly (and slightly gratefully) towards him.

“I believe your man has requested your presence at the table. Somethin’ about needing a cornflower? I don’t know he said you’d get it. What are you two gossipin’ about in here anyways?” He questioned.

Natasha spoke before you could “Don’t you worry your pretty little head about that, Sam. We’re right behind you.” Sam nodded and retreated back to the doorway to wait for you.

Natasha touched your shoulder and you looked to her.

“Look, I didn’t mean to come off so brash, I guess I’m just trying to say, I know that being involved in this life isn’t easy. We’ll swap numbers later. Maybe we’ll go to lunch” She winked at you. You couldn’t tell if she was being serious or not but you nodded anyways.

“I-Thank you, I think I’d like that. I’d better go find Steve though” you excused yourself and made your way back to the table.

____

Steve Rogers was having a good night. He finally got to introduce his friends to his girl, she seemed to be relaxing a bit and having a better time, and he was well on his way to getting a straight flush this hand. The only thing that would seal the deal is his good luck charm by his side.

Steve called to Sam across the room and as soon as Sam walked over and bent Steve spoke.

“Sam, could you do me a solid and find my girl? Think she went to get a drink with Nat. Tell her I need cornflowers”

“Man if this is some weird sex thing I’m gonna be mad” Sam said with a mixture of confusion and disgust.

“Oh, please. Nothin’ like that, promise. She’ll know what it means.” Steve pat his friend on the shoulder and paid attention as Thor dealt cards.

A minute later his girl was walking through the door with an uneasy smile on her face. Something is wrong but he can’t gauge how serious it is. Sam says something to make her laugh and he settles on asking her later. Natasha saunters out behind them looking almost amused but cautious. Like she was regretting something. She’d probably just tried to give his girl the third degree when Sam interrupted them. It’s for the best, that’s too much for one night.

His girl smiles as she approaches him, looking slightly more at ease when she takes another sip of her wine. Her smile was a little looser and she moved a bit more freely, definitely tipsy and completely adorable with that grin on her lips.

“How are things going over here for you boys?”

Gauging how tipsy she was, he patted his knee in offering and she took it with a shy smile. Only slightly. But enough not to worry so much.

“Well, sweetheart, I’m about to kick all their asses and I figured I could use a good luck charm to seal the deal.” He boasted.

“Oh,” she said in realization, “Then I’m all yours”. She settled into his lap and watched on.

Her face was nothing short of endearing as she tried to concentrate and take in the game. He remembered she said she hadn’t been good at poker but it was sweet she was trying to pay attention anyways and be there for him.

“What’s the pot?” She asked.

“Nothin’ serious, there’s a pretty nice box of cigars and a weekend at Buck’s place in the Hamptons in the mix but we don’t do cash at get togethers like this, that’s for boy’s nights only.” He explained as he rubbed her back with his free hand. “Tonight’s just about fun”

She nodded as she studied the table some more before resigning to laying her head against his and listening to whatever bullshit Clint was on about. Steve was focused on getting others at the table to fold, he knew he had a good hand and a good chance of winning, he just needed the others to back down to bring it home.

Thor placed the final community card face up and Steve set out a low whistle. Others at the table looked a little miffed but he just knew he was taking it all. He set down his cards to a chorus of groans as he raked all the chips towards himself. You placed a kiss to his temple and he returned one to your cheek.

“Just the good luck I needed” he said loud enough for the table to hear.

“Hey Steve you gotta come see this!”

Steve tsked in annoyance. “Can it wait? I’m up and we were gonna keep playing. I’ll be there after”

“No, you should go. Let her play a hand for you, we can get to know each other better” Bucky suggested.

“Oh, I don’t think you want me playing poker.” She laughed but nervousness was the only emotion he could see on your face. He opened his mouth to protest but was cut off.

“She’ll be fine, we’ll go easy on her, I mean it. If it makes you feel better we’ll even hold the pot. This round is just for shits.” Bucky insisted.

Caught between wanting to ask how you felt about it and not wanting to get flak about being so sensitive Steve tilted his head in silent asking at you.

You gave him the same unsure smile you’d had all night and nodded up at him. “I’ll be fine, Stevie, promise.”

He gave her a reassuring smile and then turned his eye to Bucky who was all smiles. He knew exactly what Bucky was trying to do. Buck knows she doesn’t know anything but he’s gonna turn the screws on her just like he does with anyone new at the table. Steve gave him a stern expression in warning. Don’t scare her off.

____

You could hear your heart beating in your ears as you tried to decide what to do. Take it slow. You told yourself. You looked up to find all the eyes at the table on you and did your best to calm yourself.

“So who’s dealing?” A man you hadn’t previously met swiped the cards and began shuffling.

“Look, I know we said we’d put the pot on hold but Laura’s been bugging me about a vacation and I don’t know that I can pass up this opportunity to steal from Steve so easily, so” The man you’d come to know as Clint trailed off. You did your best not to be offended.

“Shut up, Barton. I promised Steve, we just wanna have a little fun, don’t we?” Bucky asked.

Is he asking me?

You decided to take a sip of your wine instead and he chuckled.

“So,” Bucky turned to you, “I know that you know about what we do, there’s no point in denying it. The question is are you going to be a problem for us or do you know how to keep things to yourself?”

Frozen in fear you could only manage to look at the rest of the table, hoping to find that this was all a joke. Instead, every face looking to you was stony and waiting on an answer. God, this man was made for Natasha, that much is clear. Your eyes darted around the room looking for an out. Where is Steve? Where the fuck is Steve?

You don’t find him, but you do find Natasha looking at you, she smiles and looks to her husband before she shakes her head. She makes her way over to her husband and lightly smacks him in the back of the head.

The look of surprise on his face ruins his silent and aggressive front as he winces in pain. He looks in slight annoyance at his wife as she tsks at him.

“Will you stop already? She’s a smart girl and you don’t need to go scaring her off. In fact, I hope she beats you. I wouldn’t be surprised if she did.” Natasha sounded so confident. You warmed to the fact that she was in your corner when you were practically a stranger in her home.

“Aw c’mon, Babe, I was only messin’ with her.” Bucky turned to Nat and she just challenged him with a smile.

You didn’t know why Natasha has suddenly become so supportive, maybe she felt bad about earlier but you were grateful to her. She pulled up a chair between the two of you to watch and motioned to the dealer to continue. You finished your second glass and prepared yourself for the night ahead. Any chance they had of you going easy on them went out the window.

____

You lost the first hand graciously, saying you hadn’t played poker since you were in college as an excuse for your loss. But when Steve was still busy and Bucky offered another round you accepted. You decided to put your full effort in this time.

Twenty minutes later everyone at the table was feeling confident in their hands, staring at each other like some sort of Mexican standoff, willing the others to fold. You could tell by the way Clint kept scratching the cut on his chin that he was screwed and he knew it. Thor couldn’t go more than 5 seconds without nervous laughing.

But Bucky? He was a tough read but about half way through the round his leg started bouncing. You knew this because he was bumping into Natasha, who’s wine was sloshing around in the glass despite her stillness. These clods didn’t stand a chance.

The dealer, Vision, you’d learned, called for everyone to show their cards. Here goes. One by one everyone set their cards down until finally it was your turn. You set them down but focused on your opponents faces. Everyone looked confused, shocked even. You had laid down a royal flush and handily smoked them all.

“Holy shit”

“Holy shit indeed”

“Told you so” Nat teased.

You smiled at all of them and drank from your newly topped off glass of wine - white this time. A warm pair of hands rested on your shoulders and you looked up to find Steve smiling down at you.

“What’s going on over here, gentlemen?”

“Well, Steve, I think your girl is hustlin’ us. Thought you said you hadn’t played since college?” Bucky turned to you. You couldn’t gauge how angry he was but you decided to be honest.

“I haven’t,” you began, “But when I did I was pretty damn good. You just assumed I didn’t know what I was doing.” You shrugged.

The room was tense, it felt like everyone was looking to Bucky to see what to do next. He broke out into a wide smile and a low chuckle turned into hearty laugh. Everyone visibly relaxed.

“I gotta say, Steve. She isn’t what I expected, but she’s sure somethin’”

“A girl after my own heart” Natasha added.

Steve bent down to kiss your head. You stood from the table and offered him your seat. Nat put a hand on your shoulder.

“Steve I’m going to steal her again, the girls will probably want to hear all about your little cardshark.”

____

He had to admit, he was completely blown away by your little stunt at the table. He thought back to earlier when you watched him play. You weren’t trying to desperately understand the game, you were studying your opponents. He couldn’t deny it was kinda hot. You were full of surprises.

He smiled thinking that you were no different than the day you met, timid but aggressive when you need to be. That’s my girl.

The rest of the night came and went without incident, Steve didn’t end up taking home the pot but he did have a conversation with Bucky.

“She and I don’t talk about work. She knows that what we do isn’t exactly reputable but let’s face it, anyone in Brooklyn would. She doesn’t know and she doesn’t want to.”

Bucky took a long drag from his glass of bourbon and nodded.

“But if she ever did I hope she’s smart enough to know she has to keep what she knows to herself. We can’t afford any slip ups.”

Steve’s fists clenched and he controlled his anger enough not to snap at Bucky. He was his best friend but Bucky was still the boss and Steve knew how much was at stake.

“Not that it’s any of my business but you love this girl, right?” Steve swallowed thickly and nodded.

“Then how the hell are you gonna manage that? Keepin’ your two worlds separate? I mean, you just gonna walk her down the aisle and live happily forever keeping half your life from her? I need to know that if push came to shove she wouldn’t sell us out. Things are fine for now but you know that you’re either in or you’re out. I care about you, Steve, you’re my best friend but you need to see straight.”

Steve looked away, his jaw clenched as he ground his teeth. He knew Bucky was right. He loved you but he owed his life to Bucky, he was his brother. But he loved you. They were careful in their work and he knew any feds that tried to come after them wouldn’t find a thing. He could put this issue into a box and seal the lid tightly, at least for a while.

“I know you’re right. I love her and she’s a good woman. She wouldn’t say anything because she doesn’t know anything. And she never will.”

He left Bucky to stand on his own in search of you. He found you laughing with Laura, Wanda and Nat. He smiled at how welcomed you seemed to feel despite the rocky start.

“You ready to go, doll?”

You turned around and smiled at him. You looked back at the girls and then reluctantly back to him but nodded.

“Guess we’d better go, I’ve got to get down to the flower market at open tomorrow morning”

____

After a very long round of goodbyes you swapped numbers with Nat with promises of future lunch plans. The night had turned out worlds better than you thought that it would. You served a bunch of men their own egos on a silver platter and didn’t get murdered for it and you even made friends.

Still though Nat’s words echoed in your mind ‘how long can you keep that up, really?’ Little did you know but the same thoughts troubled Steve. You knew eventually you would have to make a choice if you ever wanted to get more serious than you were with each other, you just didn’t know what choice you’d make.

The ride home was quiet but not tense. He held your hand a little tighter than usual but you thought maybe he was just excited you had gotten on so well with your friends. He pulled up to your building and put the car in park.

“So do you think they liked me? I mean, other than hustling them at poker I’d say I made a pretty good impression”

Steve chuckled, “Yeah, doll. Gotta say, the whole cardshark thing? Kinda hot, didn’t know you had that in you, you little fiend.”

You rolled your eyes playfully and grinned at him. “I wasn’t gonna but Clint started talking shit.”

“Then he deserved his ass kicked” Steve joked. “I’d come up but I know you’ve got an early morning. Thank you for coming and meeting everyone tonight, I know that you want to keep things separate but these people are family to me, it means a lot that you met them”

You nodded and smiled. You told yourself you didn’t need to make the choice between getting involved with his work and keeping it apart from the other aspects of your life but it seems that by meeting them you had already made one.

Maybe you could talk more to Nat about this, she’d know what your situation is like more than anyone. For now though you decided to focus on the present reality, you had a good night and you had fun and now you’re about to kiss the man you love.

“Of course” you whispered. You kissed him slowly, trying to put off the sleepless night you were surely about to have.

“Goodnight, sweetheart. I’ll call you tomorrow. I love you”

“I love you too, Stevie”

[imagine-loki]

Atlas: Enneagram Challenge

TITLE: Atlas: Enneagram Challenge 

CHAPTER NO./ONE-SHOT: 2/10

AUTHOR: fanfictrashdump

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine Loki's life told through the spectrum of enneagram personalities he has had to adopt to survive for each situation. Sleeping At Last's Enneagram series serves as reference. 

RATING: T-M, as we go along

NOTES/WARNINGS: Inspired by the Atlas: Enneagram series by Sleeping At Last, this series will be little vignettes of Loki's life and the ways he camouflaged his personality to fit what he thought was needed. Descriptions of battle and mentions of broken bones ahead. 

SUMMARY: At times Loki was led to believe that loud or obvious demonstrations of love were needed. 

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TWO: THE HELPER - caring and interpersonal; demonstrative, generous, people-pleasing, and possessive. Soundtrack inspiration ---> Two

  Loki pretended there was absolutely nothing amiss with the fact that eyes were following him everywhere. Well, there was strictly nothing amiss about it, but he felt the littlest bit self-conscious about the fact that they were. Insistent, heavy, tender–it was hell. Pretending that there wasn't a pit growing in his stomach was hard enough on a regular basis, but when he was put on the spot… yikes.

He turned, only to freeze like a deer caught in the headlights of her burning gaze. It was a potent paralytic that made him swallow hard and want to wither like a child. And to think, she was only sitting on the couch, broken leg propped up on a cushion while she enjoyed the spectacle he had become.

The fracture was a souvenir from the most recent mission they had been sent on. After being dropped into the middle of a frozen wasteland god-knows-where on this forsaken planet, they had been promptly met with gunfire and bombs. Loki was meant to be snuck in so he could wreak havoc on the computer system in the facility, letting his magic do what it knew best–chaos. She was his escort. He never liked when she was his escort.

They had been together just a touch longer than was a casual fling and he dared to say that he actually cared for her. She, foolishly, cared for him, too.

He was nearly indestructible.

She had sprained her wrist jumping in her bed like a trampoline a month prior.

There was no reason for her to be his escort.

And yet… in the heat of battle and the enthusiasm for letting loose his more destructive tendencies, he had allowed his guard to drop. Three guns had been pointed at him by the time he had looked up, although the image was a blur, for he was tackled away from harm a second later. She had still been on top of him, on the floor, when she shot the intruders, point blank. She had barely noticed the sting of the injury until she had tried to stand. Evidently, having a super-dense, alien god crash on your leg when swiping him away from harm tends to leave a mark.

The mark was her tibia poking out of the skin of her shin.

Loki shook his head to clear his mind from cobwebs and smoothed his hands down the front of his jumper. A deep breath settled his trembling heart before he turned to the stove, collected the bowl of carefully prepared food and silverware. He ran the food to the couch, setting it on the coffee table before running back for a tall glass of water. He fussed, fluffing the pillow under her leg, re-adjusting the temperature, conjuring increasingly complicated bouquets of flowers, making sure her favorite show was running on the television–essentially, running himself in dizzying circles around the flat.

"You haven't eaten, dove. Is it not good? Do you want something else? I should have ordered pizza. I can still do that," he said, seemingly on a single gulp of air.

She reached out her hand, fingers wrapping around his wrist as he went to fluff the pillows a fifth time.

Loki was not proud of the way he started and flashed his cerulean eyes at her.

Her eyes narrowed. "What is going on with you?"

"W-what do you mean, flower?"

"This." She gestured the flat, the food, him. "What is all this? I broke a bone, I'm not dying. I've broken plenty of stuff before and you've never been this–"

"Attentive?"

"–manic," she finished, fixing him with a narrowed stare.

She was right.

Loki was not a doting boyfriend.

Actually, that's not true. He was a quietly, secretly doting boyfriend. The type that finished the chores without being asked or hinted. Or the type that went out on errands and came back with her favorite candy bar because he saw it and it made him think of her. He was not the type to frequently flaunt PDA or grand gestures. Perhaps in his youth he would yearn for the theater that was courting in Asgard, but these days, all he wanted was a quiet existence with someone he had very accidentally come to love and admire. She wanted much of the same. That was why they worked so well.

But then she got hurt and he was waiting outside her hospital room, waiting for news and…

Loki rolled his shoulders like he was uncomfortable in his skin. "Well, Barnes mentioned–"

She blinked. "Barnes?"

"Yes, Barnes mentioned that he–"

"Bucky Barnes? James Buchanan Barnes?"

Loki frowned. "Yes, James Buchanan Barnes. The Winter Soldier." He reached for her brushing soft curls away from her forehead and temples. His piercing gaze was steadily assessing her own, checking for blown pupils or vacant stares. "Did we miss a concussion, love?"

Rolling her eyes, she grabbed his wrist, once more and tangled his fingers with her own. "Bucky Barnes, the man who hasn't dated in eighty years? Is that who you're going to for advice, now?"

"Well, I haven't had a date in eighty years, either," he started grumbling.

"Yes, but that is not the majority of your life span, buddy." She sighed. "Why are you taking advice from Barnes?"

There was a one-shouldered shrug in response. "He sounded convincing," he retorted, sincerity tinging his tone. He lowered himself onto the seat beside her. "He said that, if it were him and his girl got hurt saving his life he would… you know, be extra loving."

The smile on her face bloomed without asking for permission. She cupped his face with both her hands and kissed him gently, relishing in the small sigh of relief he gave in return. "You are extra loving. Food, a movie, cuddling on the couch; that's all I needed. Not whatever demented Stepford wife routine you started here." She leaned into the soft kisses pressed onto her crown. "The food smells really good, though, baby."

"It was my mother's recipe." He peppered the side of her face with kisses until she laughed. With thoughtful tenderness, he tucked her into his side to bask in her warmth and good energy–the very things that had made him fall for her in the first place. "Shall we watch one of your murder shows, then?"

She instantly perked from the slightly drowsy state he was lulling her into. "Yes, let's!"

[amenomiko]

Thank you for the request, @crossmix ❤❤❤❤❤

Lancelot

-Will make Kyle to check on her every hour.

-Yes, every hour. Until our poor doctor roll his eyes saying that Lancelot is being paranoid.

-"I'm not paranoid, I'm just worried. Alice is important to me, she is the light of my life, the flower to my-"

-"Save that speech for later when you serenade her will you? Now let me tend to other patients in peace!"

-He will be out from his uniform, so he can wet his sleeves to put the towel on her forehead, and MC find his furry cape on her to keep her warm.

-Lancelot.exe also couldn't be found in his office as he practically move his work to be in the bedroom so he can look after her all the time.

-Panicked Jonah: My King this is where you were 😭😭😭😭😭😭!!!!

-Lancelot: Shhh... She is sleeping. Now report your tasks in whispers.

-Jonah and Edgar: *In whispers* Okay 👌.

Jonah

-He is the.. Panicked 101 and flustered boyfriend ever live.

-But he still want to show that he is a genius.

-Edgar: That's not how this.. "Fever Pads" work, Jonah.

-Jonah: Be quiet Edgar, I know what I'm doing!

-Kyle: No you are OBVIOUSLY NOT. Even though this item is not from our world, at least read the bloody instructions on the back! It just needs one fever pad. ONE. Putting all 10 pads like a layer cake won't suck out the heat faster like you assume!

-Meanwhile, MC: *Half asleep* Layer cake? Caaaake? Yaaaaaay \(+ w +)/~~~~ *K.O back to bed*

-Them: (　☉_⊙)...

-Jonah: Oh my poor, poor Alice 😭. I promise I will get you all the layer cake in cradle 😭😭😭😭😭!!!

-Crying mess.

-Most probably will go to Black Army and ask Luka for help. In snots and tears.

Edgar

-Just like Lancelot, he will do his work next to her. Despite having a room that has no separation between working table and the bed, he moved his table to be beside her.

-80% of the time will be with her. 20% is with works and tasks.

-If he have to train his people, he will only spend a good 15 minutes and passes the task to Zero, making an escape from it just to be with her.

-His face may show his usual smile, but every time MC coughs, it would be replaced with a genuine concern.

-Constant kisses on her forehead, silent pray that he'd rather get the sickness than her.

-But when MC said "I will be sad if you are sick too, Edgar.", then he quickly finish his work, just to be with her more and more.

-Ending up with sleeping next to her.

Zero

-" (´・ｪ・｀)......"

-"( ´･ω･)....."

-MC: I'm fine, really. You have been staring at me for almost an hour, Zero.

-"I'm worried."

-"I know,..But it doesn't mean you have to keep an eye on me all the time. This fever will go away soon. So don't worry okay?"

-Zero: *Dejected Face 101* ...Okay. *Goes out + peeks with (´・ｪ・｀) face again before completely go out.*

-He is worried, so, so worried that he is distracted, even when Edgar replaced his sword with a random object-- he didn't pay attention to it.

-Zero is practically the stoic type. Yet being his lover, MC could read his mind and expressions very well. He will hold her hand every time she's asleep, and ended up sleeping on the chair, resulting him to be the one who gets sick next.

Kyle

-Doctor mode all the way.

-He will let go of his love for beer and be with her 24/7, literally.

-But well. The way he checked on her temperature would be "Boyfriend" like.

-Forehead on forehead, feeding medicine through mouth to mouth, making MC's temperature to go up from the heat of... Blushing too much.

-"Can you just feed me normally??"

-"It helps you to sleep faster. Why not?" He smirked, taping her nose playfully.

-"Now now don't pout so much. You will be a red balloon you know?"

-*Kiss*

-"Ah, she fainted."

Ray

-Will tease her for being sick first, but after that he is the day and night walking surveillance.

-Despite teasing her for being a weak kiddo, his smile will instantly fade once she have fallen asleep, showing how worried he is but putting a strong facade at her.

-Constant kissing on forehead and a caress on her head with soft whispers of "Get well soon. I miss your adorable smile."

-Couldn't focus during training, and the army watch how he keep on looking back and forth from the window of her room.

-Pamper her by feeding her porridge (most probably will cook one without asking for Luka or Sirius's help)

-Ends up sleeping in his uniform beside her and woke up with a bad hair bed.

Sirius

-Always denies that he is not the mom.

-He IS. Especially when his lover is sick.

-"Wear this. No that is not thick enough, we need to keep you warm. And this as well. This one too. And this. Hmm? It's more than enough? Little lady, the weather is chilly we must keep you warm."

-Cue MC sighing to the thick jacket, scarf, socks and gloves as if winter is coming.

-Pat her to sleep, just like a mom will do, making it hard for her to sleep (because his handsome face is so near, that is why!)

-MC had to feign a sleep in order for him to go out from the room so she can secretly take off those wooly thicky fabric ahsheskdf OAO!

Fenrir

-Was very calm until MC's temperature went high.

-Almost consider to ask Oliver to make a gun where it makes someone's body to become healthy again.

-Oliver: Just relax will you? Kyle would ask if he is a joke as an existing doctor!

-Skipped training with his army for almost a week just to take care of her.

-He even clean his gun and bring all of his works to his room.

-MC, feeling guilty, have no choice but to ask him with "Fenrir, I can't sleep. There's something lurking under the bed, that's why--"

-Before she could finish her words, he already run out from the room, but come back again to bring her together with him.

-Attempt to stop him - Failed completely.

Luka

-Oh, endless pampering.

-From soup to porridge and any soft food, it is delicious that she wouldn't mind getting sick everyday.

-Luka: Please don't say it like that. I'm sad whenever you are sick, I just miss your beautiful smile, MC-.. MC?? What's wrong?? What? Angel?? What-- MC hang in there!! *Horrifying gasp when she fainted 😱😱😱😱😱*

-It's hard to stay awake, especially when he is being so sweet, letting her sleep on his chest for example-- oh! He is too sweet she could get cavities 😩!

-"Luka... I can't do that. What if you get sick?"

-"Much better than you getting sick instead, MC."

-And she fainted again.

Seth

-Panic 404 and an endless shrieking the moment MC fainted in the room, him checking her temperature, until he brings her to her chamber.

-Running frantically to get all preparations needed, causing ruckus despite being told to calm down by Sirius.

-Throughout the time she was sick, he will show the girly sisterly seth,

-But the moment he close the door, his real self popped up. "MC.. How are you? I'm sorry for not being able to notice that you were not feeling well."

-"No.. I'm sorry for being sick at this time. Just need to get those sweat off and I will be fine (♡´▽`♡)."

-He smirked. "I know a better method to do that."

-Fast forward, the very next day after using such "method", the black army is confused of why Seth is the one who caught the fever and MC is completely healed.

-Cough.

Harr

-He looks calm all the time, but he's NOT.

"(´・ｪ・｀)...." Another one that will sit beside her bed just to check on her every chances he got. Which is, after he feed her food and meds, after cooking for loki, after making magic crystals, after leaving his work to Dalim, after fishing some fish and etc.

-"Hmm? You don't have to worry about Magic Tower. I want to be here." .....After a moment of hesitation, he brings himself to kiss her forehead.

-Agshdgakskkff BLUSH when she smiled.

-"Harr.. I want to eat your delicious food once I'm all better."

-"Of course, MC. I promise you I will cook everything. Get well soon."

-He didn't break the promise though.

-MC's face to all, ALL the food on the table: (☉д⊙)

Oliver

-"What? You have a fever? Heh, what do I expect from a dimwit like you anyway?"

-Says the one who moved ALL his work to the bedroom. And drinks tea there. And have his meal there. Leaving Blanc all to himself with his carrot cake.

-Not the romantic type to caress her head when she's awake but do so when she's asleep.

-High on alert whenever she coughs, where he instantly move around the room to get a glass of water and change the cloth on her forehead.

-"Oliver.. I'm sorry to get in a way with your work."

-He smirks, leaning forward for a kiss, saying "Just get well soon, hmm?" before showering her with another series of kisses.

[khiita]

absolutely head-over-heels in love

pairing: grayson black & sol wiseman prompt: describe your oc through the eyes of someone absolutely head-over-heels in love with them a/n: i swear i was gonna try to respond to the prompt w/ a simple paragraph at Most but then my insomnia and love for these two teamed up against me lol 😭 thank u @maeflower for sending the prompt!! 💕💕

(yellow chrysanthemums symbolize happiness, joy, celebration, and high spirits; orange chrysanthemums represent brimming, bubbly feelings of excitement, enthusiasm, and passion; pink ones symbolize feelings of gentle affection, attraction, and romance)

There are four things that may cross Grayson's mind any time he lets his gaze wander towards Sol. One of them is how much his best friend’s sister has changed since they met, that night when she very seriously accused him of the cardinal sin of cookie theft. She used to be all sharp edges and spikes, the heavy black eyeliner and permanent scowl on her features both hidden behind her long dark hair. She's almost like an entirely different person now; she had cut her hair short in her last year of high-school and gone from dressing specifically to look as unapproachable as possible, to wearing warm colors and making silly faces to make him laugh whenever he answered a phone call around her. 

Sol has grown into somebody who brightens up every room she enters; she carves a space for herself wherever she goes, and she makes people feel equally as comfortable just by her being there—or maybe that's just him. In the past, she'd always frown and look away whenever their eyes met but now, if he catches her staring (or if she catches him), she'll instead shoot him with her finger guns and a pretty smirk. Always aiming for his heart. And Gray will grin back at her, thinking about how wonderful it is to actually see her smile now that she doesn't hide.

On days when he's feeling particularly poetic, he thinks that her lips remind him of rose petals, especially so when she purses them the way she does when she's worried about something. His neck and ears always heat up at that thought as he wills himself to look away, his mind scrambling for any topic of conversation that could cheer her up. That's usually when his train of thought will move on to the fact that there are just so many things that remind him of her. There's the obvious stuff like cookies and buttons, of course, but then there's also... flowers. He knows how much she loves them and it's all he can do some days not to pick every one he sees on his way to Nick's house. He'll never forget the day and a half he spent researching flower meanings before her graduation day (good lord, flower language was way more complicated than he could've ever imagined), nor the way her face split in two with the brightest smile he'd ever seen from her when he showed up to the ceremony with a bouquet of pink, orange and yellow chrysanthemums. 

That had been the one time he'd ever let himself come close enough to her that he'd be able to read her thoughts; he wanted to give her the flowers himself. It was selfish, maybe, but he just couldn't have Nick or John to do it for him. They were in each other's space only for a second or two before he backed away, but her fingers brushed against his when she took the bouquet, and he heard her voice in his mind as clearly as if she'd been whispering her thank yous into his ear. He also felt how happy she was, a pleasant sort of buzzing against his skin that her mind was projecting only for him. After that day, the buzzing of busy bees always makes his mind drift to her, too.

On summer days, when the sunlight kisses her brown skin through the open window, he finds himself daydreaming of touch, of things he can not have. Truth be told, it's hard not to think about the sun when he looks at Sol, with her infectious laughter, her yellow sweaters, those almost comically large earrings she likes to wear, and the warmth that's ever present in her voice and her gaze. Her eyes also remind him of hot cocoa and in return, hot cocoa always reminds him of her and the way that, ever since that winter when the heater in his apartment randomly decided to stop working, he can count on there being an extra cup with little marshmallows waiting for him at Nick's house. Sol never asks if he's going to stay over for dinner, she lays the table for three and doesn't take no for an answer. Gray can't help but smile as he watches her do so, knowing that he's always included when she talks about family, when she thinks about home.

Most times, when Gray looks at Sol, he marvels at the fact that she loves him. Because despite what Nick and Sally may think, Gray isn’t blind. He sees Sol. He sees her. Gray knows. Her affection for him is intertwined in their every interaction, from when she chides him for forgetting to eat lunch or not charging his phone, to when she responds to his terrible Texan impression with her own equally awful British one, to all the times he's seen her fingers twitch when they're watching tv together as she stops herself from reaching out for him. There was a time when he'd convinced himself that she'd grow out of it but, even though she never confessed, her teenage crush didn't go away when she got older; her feelings for him are always there, hanging in the air between them. Not like an elephant in the room, but like a secret that he pretends not to be aware of. It flusters him. It humbles him. It overjoys him.

When Gray looks at Sol, he doesn’t just see his best friend’s sister anymore. He sees a woman who’s caring and creative, resilient and firm despite her softness, and funnier than any of the comedians she so enjoys watching on tv. When Gray looks at Sol, he finds her beautiful. And as of late, with an increasing, almost urgent frequency, when Gray looks at Sol, he thinks he’s a little bit in love with her too.

[starlightbydaybright]

Bloom

Ace x Reader

They say love can be as fleeting as fireworks. Dazzling and bright one second, then extinguished by the darkness in the very next. But Ace wasn’t too sure if this feeling of his will dwindle as quickly as it came...

Year after year, it had always remained the same.

On that one special night in the middle of the summer heat, festivities would light up the decks of the Moby Dick. For what reason, no one was entirely sure, and when asked, a vague response would generally follow. Some says it’s to celebrate victory at some large fight years ago. Others claim it’s just their way of cooling down and relaxing from all the discomfort lingering in the air. Whatever it was, it didn’t really matter. At least not to Ace. What did matter, was that every year, your attitude towards the celebration remains the same. It seems as if you had a never ending plethora of excuses. One year, it’d be that you were feeling sick. Another, you’ll have a bunch of work to catch up on, even though none of the crew were given work a week prior. And sometimes, you’d just be already asleep, or at least that’s all Ace could tell from the dead silence coming from your locked room those nights.

But this year was going to be different, he vowed to himself. He was going to get you out of the room, one way or another, even if he’ll have to drag you by force. Now, Ace wasn’t completely heartless and ignorant to your needs. He knew you were shy and most definitely could not muster the confidence to mingle with the entire crew above deck. That’s why this year he took the time to plan out every single detail you could possibly use as an excuse to get away. Ace most definitely wasn’t a think-before-you-act person, so his efforts this time around was certainly commendable. Kicking out the newcomers that wanted to snag a seat in the crow’s nest, he secured a spot away from the crowds for you. Those newcomers could try again another year, plus, seniors first right?

When night fell and the jovial commotions only steadily increase, Ace couldn’t help the giddy look on his face as he headed towards your room. The majority of the crew were already above deck so the halls were unsurprisingly empty, making for a quicker trip to your cabin. Stopping outside your door, he knocked a few times, which was met with a muffled cry of surprise and followed immediately by a short sigh. The door opened slightly, and your face came into view.

“Ace...?” You questioned, a look of regret quickly dawning your face, realizing rather quickly what he was up to.

“S-sorry but I’m really not sure if I could attend this year either...” You apologetic tone was quickly cut off by Ace.

“I heard there would be fireworks this year. You always wanted to see those right?” He tried to contain his smirk when your eyes widen slightly in response.

That faint glitter in your eyes were gone as soon as it came, replaced by your typical anxious demeanor, “W-well... yes, b-but I don’t know... there’s just too much peop-“

Ace was quick to cut you off again, this time a grin clear on his face, “We got the crow’s nest all to ourselves tonight.”

While you were busy blinking in disbelief and asking how, Ace merely laughed and took the opportunity to grab you by the wrist and lead you through the hallway. Though your frantic, albeit quiet, calls for him to wait, he took the lack of resistance from your side as a sign to keep going. Eventually those were replaced with soft sighs of exasperation, to which Ace only smiled wider at.

The path to the crow nest was crowded with partying crew-mates before you two actually reached your destination. Settling down in the lookout, you yet again let out a sigh, though this time a sigh of relief, for getting through the mob.

“I’m not really sure if-“ Your uncertainty was gone in a flash and quite literally. Just as those words had left your mouth, a loud boom in the background had you turning to look behind you. The first round of fireworks had already begun, and the once pitch black sky was painted in streaks of nearly every color imaginable. Flowers of red, gold, green and blue blossomed in the sky before their lights were extinguished. Only to be replaced immediately with more and more fireworks that shoot in seemingly endless streams into the night.

Your breath caught in your throat, eyes wide in amazement. It’s not as if it’s some kind of once in a blue moon miracle, but fireworks were truly rare. Gunpowder usually went to the use of guns or cannons, so to actually use it for entertainment was a privilege of the wealthy or grandiose of a major holiday. You’ve read all about it in books and seen the photos, but nothing could compare to the real experience. None of the words could describe how the loud sounds would fade into background noises when your eyes are entranced. How the fireworks could brighten up the night sky and dull out even the brightest of the surrounding stars. The images and memory would be burned forever into your mind, that you were sure of. But even then, you didn’t want this to end.

Ace wasn’t looking at the fireworks, at least not completely. He could see them through the reflection in your eyes, but mainly he was staring at your wonderstruck expression. Just as you couldn’t stop looking at the blooming lights, Ace couldn’t tear his gaze off of your face. Your mouth slightly agape, but lifted at the corners to form a bright smile. Your wide eyes glistened in fascination, taking in everything you could. To him, you looked practically ethereal.

“Thank you...” Your voice caught him off guard.

It was Ace’s turn for his breath to get stuck in his throat when you turned to him with a beaming smile. The corners of your eyes crinkled in undeniable delight, and a smile stretched across your face. The new fireworks bursting into light behind you only served to emphasize your features, with warm hues of red, orange, and yellow dancing across your skin. But most important of all, was that your smile was aimed at him. He wondered to himself if the soft tint of pink on your cheeks was due to the lights, or if he had imagined it. Or perhaps...

Did Ace called you shy before? He wasn’t too sure of that right now. As you turned back to looking at the never ending fireworks, he finally managed to turn his head away, in an attempt to cover his burning cheeks. And it most certainly wasn’t due to the summer heat.

How do you make dividers- I’m literally so nervous since it’s my first time publishing, now time to find a way to delete my account and disappear off the face of earth forever :’)

This is for @tooweirdforyou and their Summer Collab event. Hopefully I did this right since I feel like I didn’t include much summer theme except the fireworks and simply mentioning that it’s the middle of summer 😞

If there’s any confusion about (Y/n) and Ace’s relationship, they’re kinda like close friends on the ship. Whether or not there’s any secret mutual pining... that I’ll leave up to your imagination 😊

Also, please excuse any ooc-ness of Ace in the story, I love him as a character, but my inability to write meant I couldn’t do him justice 🥲 rereads for the hundredth time and cringes at all the smirking and grinning I wrote

[maehara-san]

not enough to keep // katsuki bakugo x reader

Part 23 

Pairing: AU! Katsuki Bakugo x F!Reader

Summary: After looking for months for a job position you finally get an opportunity at a big company. Being the assistant of the angriest person was going to be a lot harder than you thought it would be.

Warning(s): angst, fluff, 

👑 series masterlist👑

*taglist at the end* 

a/n: if you’re new i highly recommend you reading the entire series or else it won’t make sense but you’re welcome to read anyways! I hope you like this part it took a while but I love how it came out <3 feedback is appreciated <3 

“Hey are they all coming?” Mina asked as she waved around the candy apple in her hands.

“Yeah.” Denki replied “I made sure to tell them. Y/n even said she would be joining us.”

A frown formed on her lips “I hope so...I want her to have a good time with her friends. Even though I’ve known Bakugo for a while now what he did was fucked up.”

“I can’t disagree there.” he said “I don’t see why she feels bad about accepting Midoriya’s opportunity. I would have been out of there if I was falsely accused.” even thinking about the situation still made his anger appear again.

“Let’s forget about it…we came here to have fun!” she exclaimed “That’s all that matters plus…the fireworks will be on soon.”

His cheeks turned light pink thinking about being alone with Mina during that explosive moment. “Y-yeah…I don’t want to miss it.” he softly said.

Denki’s phone buzzed, Shoto had sent him a message regarding Y/n’s situation. Mina looked around the crowded pathway seeing more people appearing by the minute. The stands were overloading and soon the food would be gone.

“What did they say?” she asked.

“Shoto told me they were waiting for Y/n when she told them she didn’t feel like tagging along all of a sudden.” he sighed.

“Whaaaaat?” she groaned “But she was excited to come! We even picked out her Kimono!”

“I know…” he reached out and held Mina’s hand “However we can’t force her to come…especially when there’s a chance that Bakugo might show up.”

“I guess so…”

Todoroki || 18:21

Hey Midoriya. Is there a chance you can come over for a moment?

Izuku’s eyebrow rose in interest upon seeing the message from Todoroki. He quickly replied and made his way to your place. However, when he knocked on the door he saw your figure standing in the doorway.

“Y/n?” he asked “What are you doing here? I thought you were on your way to meet up with the others.”

You bit your lip and awkwardly shifted your weight on one foot and then the other. “I…um decided not to go…” you mumbled.

“How come?” he looked at you in the eyes “You were excited to go yesterday…is everything okay?”

“I don’t want to run into him…there’s a chance they will be there…”

Izuku wanted to believe you yet there was something within him telling his mind that there is another reason why you didn’t want to go. Half of him knew it was because of the problem you have with Bakugo, the other half was telling him you wouldn’t be able to handle seeing them close together.

A small smile formed on his lips “There’s no guarantee that they will not be there. Even so…you should go and have a good time with the people who care about you. The festival only comes twice a year. I don’t want you to regret not going and miss out on what could be the best day of your life!”

‘He’s right…so why am I so hesitant to go…’ you thought. Deep down you knew the reason why but felt afraid of admitting what you know was the truth.

“I don’t want to force you to do something you don’t want to. But I also don’t want you to feel sad because of what happened. I’ll be by your side if he is there…I promise I won’t let him make you feel less again.”

You wanted to cry for some reason. Besides having three best friends you’ve never met such a kind guy in your whole life. People like him are very unique jewels that don’t get the amount of respect they deserve. Your arms wrapped themselves around his neck, Izuku chuckled nervously and hugged you back.

The hug lasted for a few seconds before you realized what you had done. “i-I’m sorry!” you felt your face heat up from embarrassment. “I-I s-shouldn’t have done that…-”

“N-no!” he nervously spoke “I-it’s okay! I’m glad I could help you out…Y/n.”

“Give me a few minutes?… I will quickly get ready,” you said. He nodded and walked inside your home. Butterflies erupted in his stomach, his eyes scanned the house seeing pictures hung up on the walls. It was a simple house but looked very elegant at the same time. Izuku walked over to the living room. There was a picture that caught his attention. It was a little girl in the middle of a small boy and two people.

“That must be her family…” he muttered “She looked adorable…” a soft smile formed on his lips as he looked at the picture. You had gotten your looks from your dad and those [e/c] eyes from your mom.

“It was my brother’s birthday…” you spoke. Izuku turned around, his eyes widened seeing how beautiful the Kimono looked on you. It brought out the color of your eyes not to mention the long braid that went past your shoulders. “He was excited to go on the roller coaster but soon after I didn’t feel well afterward and ended up going home. I felt bad he had been dying to go for such a long time.”

“I’m sure he knew you didn’t do it on purpose.” he said, “Even with the short time you guys made memories together.”

“We should get going before we miss the fireworks display,” you spoke changing the subject.

“O-oh right!’ he chuckled lightly ”You look really pretty by the way.“

“Thank you.” you tucked a piece of hair behind your ear, your smile widened.

“Oh I bought this for you,” he said taking a small plastic bag from his pocket, “I thought you’d like it and it matches your Kimono too.”

The flower’s petals were red mixed with white. It was truly breathtaking the pin was gold making the colors stand out. Your eyes lingered on the beautiful accessory, “Can you help me put it on?”

Izuku smiled and took it out from the plastic bag carefully. You tilted your head to the side giving him room to place it on your [h/c] locks. “It looks nice on you,” he said.

“Thank you.” you softly smiled and grabbed your bag. You both headed out and walked down the neighborhood with a comfortable silence.

“How do I look?” Abigail asked as she shyly looked away. “It’s my first...um time wearing a Kimono...”

“You look pretty,” he answered and stepped forward standing in front of her. “Here.” his hand gently tucked a loose hair strand behind her ear.

Her heart began to beat at an uncontrollable speed. Those teenage feelings from back in the day were returning, giving her slight guilt feeling for what she did to him. Abigail never planned on seeing him again never the less thought of falling for him once more.

“A-...um w-we should get going!” she said nervously “W-where do you want to go first?...”

Bakugo looked around seeing the many food stands. He wasn’t particularly hungry “I don’t feel like eating yet...are you hungry?”

Abigail shook her head “I ate a while ago. We can go to one of the game booths instead if you want. I heard there’s a balloon where you shoot it with a water gun.”

He chuckled slightly “Let’s go there first.” she nodded excitedly and walked towards the stand. Bakugo followed yet his eyes scanned the crowds of people. Deep down he wondered if he’d run into her tonight.

“Finally you’re here!” a voice shouted, you jogged over to your group of friends. Izuku hurried up and followed. “I thought you weren’t going to come!”

Mina pulled you into a bone-crushing hug making you wince “S-sorry!” you muttered. “I wasn’t planning on coming...but Midoriya convinced me.”

She then pulled away “Thank you for dragging her. I don’t think it’d be the same if she wouldn’t have come.”

“I agree!” Izuku said, “I’m glad she decided to come after all.”

“Let’s just have a good time tonight.” Shoto spoke, “There’s a lot to do.”

“Then what are we waiting for?” you said “Let’s go before the fireworks start!”

Iida smiled and looked at the lit-up place “There are a few game stands nearby we can go there first.”

“OOH!” Mina spoke, “Can we get a candy apple afterward?”

Denki chuckled “We can go afterward and eat as many apples as you’d like.”

You raised an eyebrow at them “I see I missed something.”

“They deny it but it’s obvious.” Hanta added, “They have acted like this for a while now.”

“At this point, I won’t be surprised that they’re suddenly dating,” Shoto said.

“Didn’t Kirishima come? He said he’d be here,” you said. “I hope he didn’t back down too.”

“Oh, he arrived a few minutes before you did. He said he had to go to the bathroom.” Denki answered.

“Should we wait for him?”

“I’ll let him know where we’re at,” he said. Everyone then agreed on a place and headed over. You walked beside Izuku the entire time making small talk and talking about your favorite festival food.

Kirishima jogged down the colorful lit pathway, “Shit!” he mumbled looking around and not seeing his friends. He pulled out his phone and saw a text from Denki. “Oh they’re not too far away.” he turned around and started to head towards the booth when he saw a familiar pair in front of the fish tank.

He squinted his eyes and realized it was them. Abigail had said something to Bakugo and left. He went over quickly. “I didn’t think you’d be here.”

His friend turned around “I wasn’t...” he placed his hands in his pockets “Abigail asked me and I decided to come. Weren’t you going to come with those idiots?”

“I was on my way to meet them when I saw you with her.” Kirishima said “You never liked to come to these sorts of things. Are you willing to be with her again?”

Bakugo became irritated “Why the fuck is everyone asking me that shit?” he rubbed the back of his neck “I never said I was going back. What can’t I simply hang out with an ex? Is it a crime now?!”

“I’m not saying you can’t.” he explained “But the way you’re acting around her says you have other intentions. I remember you having those same ones with y/n.”

“Stop talking about her as if I had liked her.” Bakugo said “If you’re only going to bug me with that shit then I rather leave it here.” he walked passed him but stopped as Kirishima spoke again.

“You can deny all that you want Bakugo. But you won’t be able to hide it any longer. You damn well know y/n didn’t pull that crap on us and if you’re wrong not only will you lose her as an assistant but also the only person who could have possibly made you happy.”

His head tilted downward standing silent. Everyone assumed how he felt yet Kirishima always understood him. Why were his words suddenly affecting him now? There was nothing he could say not when he didn’t even understand himself.

“Kirishima!” a voice shouted breaking the tension between the two brothers. “I didn’t know you were coming too!”

The redhead smiled slightly “Yeah...I came here with some friends of mine.”

“Oh did Mina come too?” she asked.

“I’m not sure...I left to go to the bathroom. I should probably head back myself too.” he said, “I’ll leave you guys to yourselves enjoy the festival.”

“We should meet up to see the fireworks!”

“I’ll let my friends know and see what they say.” Kirishima waved goodbye and left in the opposite direction.

“Katsuki are you ready to go to the next stand?” she smiled.

Bakugo nodded and followed her. Not a sound was heard coming from him, his mind became filled with too many thoughts to properly form a simple sentence.

The night had turned into a wonderful memory. Tenya and Shoto had managed to win against Denki in an eating contest. It didn’t end well for him since he got some whipped cream stuck inside his nose. However even Mina liked it that she didn’t find it weird only laughed at how hard he tried.

You and Izuku laughed the entire night. Enjoying spending time together and talking about different things. He couldn’t help but glance a few times at you. A smile lingered on both your faces during the festival. Your worries had disappeared with the help of your best friends and your new close friends.

“I've got to win this,” Denki said as his eyes sparkled seeing a giant anime doll that he had been dying to collect. “Can we please try this?”

“Do we have enough time before the fireworks display?” Shoto asked.

“We have about 30 minutes it should be enough time for one try,” Tenya said.

“I’ll win this in one try!” Denki exclaimed being cocky in front of his future girlfriend. Mina held onto his glass candy strawberries and the stuffed animal he had won for her.

“I think I’ll give it a try too.” Izuku said, “You think I can do it?”

You gave him a firm nod “You’ll win for sure!”

With confidence, he silently prayed he’d win so he wouldn’t make a fool out of himself. You stood next to him and cheered him on as he tried to score as many points possible.

“You’re close! Come on Midoriya!” you yelled “OOO! One more!”

He bit his lip in concentration, he pulled the trigger as hard as he could. “I got it…I got it…” he mumbled.

The bell then rang signaling he had won against Denki. “NOOOOO!” he yelled “I was so close! Another try please!” the owner shook his head and gave him a small figurine in return.

“Better luck next time.” Hanta laughed “You said you’d win and look who lost!”

“Shut up!” he retorted.

“You gotta admit he did good.” Kirishima commented, “I didn’t expect him to have a good aim.”

Shoto then walked over to him and whispered into his ear. “Did…you tell Midoriya?”

He shook his head and turned his head slightly so only Shoto could hear him. “I was going to but I didn’t have a chance I only told you and Tenya…as long as she’s not alone y/n won’t run into Bakugo.”

Shoto nodded as he looked at you, your smile was finally back after a few hard days. Being your best friend your happiness always came first before his. He just hoped that this night wouldn't be remembered in a bad way.

"Choose your price." the owner said looking at Izuku.

"How about the corgi stuffed animal and the white bracelet please." he said the man nodded and handed both prizes to him.

Izuku then turned to look at you, "These are for you. I know it may look cheesy but I hope you had a fun time y/n."

Your smile was filled with happiness and your blushed cheeks made it quite obvious. "It's all thanks to you and our friends. If I hadn't listen to you I would have regretted not coming." mustering up the courage you then wrapped your arms around his figure.

"Thank you for tonight." you mumbled. Izuku smile's widened and his arms then hugged you back tightly. His heart was beating rapidly as he realized how close you two were. This was a night he wouldn't forget.

You heard the sound of a flash and decided to ignore it. After a while you both pulled away. "NOW should we head to the top of the hill to see the fireworks?" Hanta asked.

"Oh right!" Izuku said "They should be starting soon we better hurry."

"I need to go to the bathroom actually. I'll meet you guys there?" you said.

"I'll go with you that way you won't get lost." Shoto said.

You shook your head "It's okay!" you chuckled "It's not far away plus I know where you guys will be. I'll be here before you know it."

"Alright be careful okay?" Kirishima spoke "Let us know when you're on your way back."

"Got it." you smiled and proceeded to walk quickly to the bathroom.

"I hope she doesn't run into him." Mina said "She's finally happy."

"If we went it would have been too obvious." Hanta added "As long as they're both distracted it'll be fine."

"I hope so." Izuku mumbled.

You checked the time to see you only had three minutes left before the fireworks started. Your walk turned into a jog as you focused on going to the top of the hill.

"The fireworks will begin in just a few minutes!" they announced. "Hurry you don't want to miss it!"

"Crap..." you made sure to watch where you going to avoid bumping into people. Everything was going fine you were about to go up the hill but crashed into something hard. Something sticky then got splashed onto you. "What the hell..."

You were about to leave when a voice stopped your tracks. "You should watch where you're going." they said "You could have gotten hurt."

Your nerves were starting to show up, you swallowed hard and looked away. "I-I'm fine...sorry..."

"Here." they handed you a piece of cloth "Your Kimono got ruined."

You waved him off "It's fine. I need to get going anyway."

"Are you coming back?" He asked.Your head tilted downwards not feeling sure about what to say. A part of you wished to never return not after the way he treated you. 

“I...I’m not sure...even so there’s no use in you thinking about it Bakugo. I’m sure you can find another replacement.” you reminded “After all, I was a bolder in the way right?” 

“Are you trying to make me feel guilty? I’m not the one who ruined everything I had worked hard on.” he raised his voice making you feel intimidated. 

Taking a deep breath you relaxed and spoke what was on your mind. “I’m sorry...but you’re not the only one who worked hard on that project. Midoriya, Kirishima, and I also put our effort and countless hours for it to come out perfect. I didn’t do it...that I know...I have a clear conscious so there’s nothing I should feel timid about,” 

He ran his fingers through his hair “It’s obvious Midoriya is the one covering for you-” 

“Stop dragging him!” you interrupted. “I don’t know what happened in the past between you two and it’s none of my business. What I do know is that you’re acting arrogate and rude! I’m still an employee however I will not stand by and see how you bad mouth about him. Midoriya is a good boss and he’s been the only one beside Kirishima who has supported me! If you keep making those around you feel less then they’ll be the ones ending you in the end.” 

Bakugo was taken back by your outburst. Never did he think his (ex) assistance would be the one to put him into his place. He wanted to retorted back and tell you off but it was impossible. Now he realized how much Midoriya was helping you than your own boss should have been doing. If he doesn’t come to terms then he’ll be losing you in the end. 

“I didn’t think you’d have it in you to say all of this.” he suddenly said “Makes me think about why I even hired you in the first place.”  

You on the other hand wanted to run away after making such a big fuss. There were a few people staring at you two which made things worse.All of these emotions were coming through none stop, you were on the verge of crying. And his comment did not make things easier.  

“That’s what I ask myself.” you added “Still...there’s no use of talking with you sir. If you excuse me I need somewhere to be.” 

You blinked away the tears that were forming on your eyes. Abigail then arrived as soon as you were out of sight. The fireworks started to light up the sky with beautiful patterns. Couples held on to each other and children looked at the sky in awe. Izuku scanned the crowd trying to find you. 

“I’m here!” you slightly smiled going over to him. He breathed in relief seeing you arrive on time. 

“You made it.” he said helping you to the top of the hill where the rest of your friends stood. “I was worried.” 

“Sorry! There was a big crowd and it was a while until I was able to go around.” you lied. “I’m here now though.” 

Izuku nodded and smiled slightly. You looked up at the sky and focused on the breath taking view. The bridge and boats passing by made the moment memorable. He kept switching from looking to the sky to looking at you. The way the light reflected onto you made your lovely eyes stand out. It’s only been a few months and somehow your way of thinking and personality made its way into his heart. 

Bakugo closed his eyes remembering the scene that played out. Enjoying the display of colors was the last thing he wanted to do. Abigail looked up smiling as the patterns grew bigger by the moment. She then slowly brushed her fingers against his, startling him. He looked down at both their hands they were mere centimetres away from touching. Taking a chance he held her hand and brought her closer to him. 

You looked off to the side and saw them both. Bakugo was holding her in a sweet embrace. Swallowing down the tears that were trying to escape you teared off your gaze and looked back up at the sky. 

‘There’s no way...I’ll be able to work normally. Not when they’ll be together all the time. What am I going to do?...” you thought. 

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Detroit Evolution

So

These are some notes that I took while I watched DE for the first time. It’s a lot. Like, six pages, a lot. I decided I should probably spare everyone’s dashboards and put it under a cut.

Warning: overuse of the fuck word because I am a dramatic little shit who gets overwhelmed easily

- Alright here we go. I don’t know if I’m mentally prepared to go through this hhhhh

- THE CINEMATOGRAPHY I NUT

- fuck he smellin the flowers good

- “hey tin can :P” “good morning gavin :P”

- I’m actually fucking crying IVE HAD TO PAUSE SO MANY TIMES JUST TO BREATHE AND IM ONLY AT 1:25

- FUCK ITS 1:27 AND HES FIXING HIS COLLAR HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO WATCH THIS WHEN MY VISION IS BLURRY WITH TEARS

- “I don’t need to breathe” BAZINGA

- *slaps my face repeatedly* keep it together bitch

- “I like the way you look<3” aaaaaaaaannd here I go again

- HAHAHA HE WAS DAYDREAMING SAME NINES SAME

- oh god oh god witty banter WITTY BANTER I CANT FUNCTION

- C H R I S  IM SCREAMING

- detective motha fuckin chris I don’t need to see any more I got what I came for

- Honestly all they need to do to calm down the protestors is get nines out there so he can say “please stop you’re being very mean >:/“ and they would probably just go home ngl

- “I’ve never been intimidated by people who hate androids” OH MY GOD NINES WITH THE BAZINGA’S TODAY WHAT A LEGEND

- can I just say the white jacket is such a power move I can’t believe nines invented fashion

- Gavin bein soft and reaching back for Nines in the crowd🥺homygod

- Gavin “no one calls him plastic but ME” Reed

- The only time I will support police brutality™️

- Gavin is so OP we stan

- Nines “you raise a fist, then I get PISSED😡” RK900

- “y’all have a nice day” Protect Detective Chris Miller at all costs

- Nines sees Gavin’s scars as charming PUT ME TO DEATH

- ADA OH LORD SHES STUNNING IM SOBBING

- Okay I need to pause and breathe again the cinematography got me chokin

- Uh ooohhh someone is jeeaaalouus😛

- Nines really said “no worry fam I’ll airdrop the case files to u”

- Ada: *exists*

- me: I hope this doesn’t awaken anything in me

- HA GAV DEFINITELY JEALOUS RIP

- And nines back at it again with the sass I AM LIVING

- Chris and Gavin’s reactions to Nines imitating Ada is the best thing I’ve seen all year

- “I can do your voice too” HIS FACE IMDBDHDJKDJD CRYIGGGSBSN

- oh ;-; shit Michael really finna make me cri

- God damn the intro credits are so beautiful

- TINAAAAAAA BABYYYYY

- Real coffee hours with the sharktreuse mug🦈

- “our boy” SHIT IM CRYING AGAIN

- Tina knows Gavin was absolutely feral before Nines appeared at the DPD

- Half An Asshole squad please stand up we ride at dawn

- Gavin with the knockoff timbs WE STAN😎

- maybe “thank god, I hate you, you love me, move your feet, oop” will be our always

- I’m living for the whole “criminal minds” vibe goin on here

- Bruh Gavin got the hook-ups fr fr

- ❤️WITTY BANTER WITTY BANTER WITTY BANTER W❤️

- The level of reed900 is staggering

- I’ve had to pause and breathe so many times it’s pathetic I’m not even 15 mins in

- GAVIN SAID mwah<3🖕IM FUCKING DIED

- 850% godt damn Nines got that IOS 50 update

- NINES PUT CHRIS’ PROMOTION PARTY IN THE CALENDAR WHAT A GOOD DAD

- maybe “our calendar” will be our always

- Chris “wingman of the year” Miller

- Who’s that Pokémon??? It’s JEALOUS GAV

- The way Nines said “I don’t feel anything for her.” I see you bud

- insecure Gavin needing reassurance™️

- Im fucking dying I fucking died bro BRO WE ALL KNOW WHO YOURE TALKING ABOUT, NINES, WE ALL KNOW

- Asexual Nines FTW👊😤👏👏👏❤️He gives zero fucks of ANY kind

- AN ANGEL HAS APPEARED WITH A GLOWY BLUE SCARF

- BREAKING NEWS: affection-starved Gavin™️ is literally begging for love

- GAVIN REED STOP BEING MEAN TO GAVIN REED OR ELSE

- “But there’s much more to admire about you than to detest, I think.”<333

- JJ not being suspicious at all nope no way Jose

- Lazzo has said two words and I love him already

- I don’t think I’ve seen this episode of COPS before🤔🤔🤔

- We all know Nines secretly wants to wear those fun glasses

- “Officer I swear I’ve never seen that arm in my life, it’s my friend’s he just asked me to hold it for him, Android arm what android arm heh”

- “Like robot arms, not gun arms.” You’re doing great sweetie🥰

- HAND TOUCH HAND TOUCH HAND TOUCH H

- Chris “the interrogator” Miller😎

- THE CINEMATOGRAPHY

- soft n sleepy gav™️ is soft n sleepy

- FUCKING SLEEVELESS SWEATSHIRT IVE BEEN TALKING ABOUT GAV IN A SLEEVELESS SWEATSHIRT FOR SO LONG AND NOW IT’S REAL IM

- You can wear my😋😘sweeaatshiiiirt😝😁🤗 (I’m sorry I had to)

- inconspicuous loving glances™️

- #GiveAndroidsFuckinHealthcare2K20

- AAAHHHHHHHH I CANTT BREAF

- HEAD>ON>SHOULDER

- INCONSPICUOUS LOVING GLANCES™️

- Gavin has not slept in 80 years

- He really said “I’m fine” BITCH

- Bed time for brats™️ no later than 8:30pm

- hell yeah sleepover time

- “stop lookin at my insides n shit” I want that on a t shirt

- ANDROID DREAMS

- Nines is so soft I might die

- But he’s somehow equally suave as fuck how is this fair

- Oh my god dream!gavin is like Nines’ conscious this is so presh

- “What do you think Gavin was gonna say?” nsndJSKDOFIWKDBDNDNSJDBBDJDJDJDNDJXJNDIFUIFIEKWN HES STILL THINKING ABOUT THEIR CONVO

- dream!gavin you sly dog

- “To have this. Out there.” DONT FUCK WITH MY HEART LIKE THAT THIS INNER-MONOLOGUE FLUFF IS SO SWEET

- Nines being insecure™️

- Listen to dream!gavin, Nines, he has big brain

- The fact that Nines subconsciously KNOWS that irl!Gav “just wants someone that doesn’t hate him” but he’s STILL like alas, I can never be what gavin needs :’(

- nu babie don’t be sad🥺

- oh my god they’re both train wrecks protect them at all cost

- c r i p e s❤️the reed900 hurt/comfort we all needed

- FUCK

- Concerned boyfriends™️

- Maybe “I’m fine” will be our always

- GAV🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺💔💔💔💔💔💔

- Insecure boyfriends™️

- Nines “I’m not going to get any closer to Gavin because I can’t help him but also I want to cuddle with him because he had a nightmare” RK900

- did someone say  c a t

- dumb babie gav jus spoon the dumb android so you both feel better

- Me: *rubs evil hands together* aha here comes the angst

- cue tragic backstory

- oh

- tragic backstory indeed

- YES DAD!FOWLER WE LOVE

- Gavin is so desperate for anyone to care about him I’m crying tears

- SHIT IT’S CUDDLE TIME™️ NOW IM REALLY FUCKING CRYING

- Alexa this is so god damn sad play despacito

- YES

- HAND>HOLDING

- HEAD>ON>SHOULDER

- NINES’ SKIN RETRACTING WHERE THEIR HANDS ARE TOUCHING THIS IS LIKE EVERY REED900 STAN’S DREAM COME TRUE

- Oh shit it’s about to get domestic I don’t think I’m mentally prepared

- YOU CAN WEAR MY😝💪SWEEAATSHIIIIIIRT🤪🔥🔥🔥 (I’m never letting the sleeveless sweatshirt thing go)

- Uh oh NO FUCK I’ve read enough fan fiction to know that this is where Gavin’s fucking trust issues kick in and he decides pushing nines away is safer than getting closer to him SHIT

- AND NINES GETS CONFUSED AND HURT

- AND THEN GAVIN GETS HURT

- I feel angst in this Chili’s tonight

- “I need you to leave” aaaaaaahhhhhhhh here come a whole different kind of tears

- frick dude that ouches

- Insert sad babie noises

- Oml the tension☠️poor Chris and Ada are like😑😑

- Chris could solve this case all by himself change my mind

- Gavin and Nines = (ò///-///ó)

- Chris = :D~oblivious~

- HELL YEAH PARTY TIME

- BEST WIVES TINA AND VALERIE AHHHH

- reed900 who??? I don’t know her. I only know ❤️valerina❤️

- I can’t believe Gavin and Nines invented angst

- I went and got blue gatorade just so I could pretend I was drinking thirium like Nines

- #DetectiveChen2K20

- real sad gavin hours

- Ruh roh Gavin bouta die from the ‘rona virus because rat man smokes hella

- CINEMATOGRAPHY CHEEEEECK HOLY SHIT

- my entire aesthetic in a single shot jfc

- Aaaaahhhh Nines trying to be a supportive bf just makes me ;-; [takes damage]

- HES ACCEPTED GAVIN AS MORE THAN A PARTNER🥺that, my friends, is what we call character development

- We stan the otp aggressively talking about their feelings

- “I’m not going anywhere.” FUCK™️

- SMOKE>FACE

- Aaaaand they’re back at square one. It’s cool it’s fine it’s all good we can work with this.

- Gavin: I don’t need you ò-ó

- Gavin: *immediately after Nines leaves* fuck ó-ò

- “It’s fine”™️

- I love Ada so much hhhhhh she said 🤨

- “Basic Instinct” TINA WITH THE HEAT OMG

- *nervous laugh* haha Ada sis maybe chill a little bit ha ha

- oh no I have a not good feeling

- ADA CHILL ADA CHILL

- WHY IS HE FOLLOWING HER INTO AN ALLEY AFTER THAT SKETCHY TALK

- AAA FUCK FUCK FUCJDJEMNSNDJDNXU FUCK I FUCKING KNEW IT FUCK SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT FUCK

- 😖x1000000

- Oh my god this is so fucking sad Alexa play The Sound of Silence

- Nines got fucked up and Gavin is CONCERNED

- aayyyyy bro Nines full on nakey

- Tina and Gavin sad bro huggin👊😔

- ADA HOW DARE YOU. HOW VERY DARE YOU.

- Uh oh Nines is fckn PISSED

- he MAD mad

- Tina speakin straight facts I love her

- WOOP GAVIN FINALLY ADMITTING HE NEEDS NINES

- f u c k  right in the heart

- I don’t want to attempt writing any notes at this moment because my thoughts are completely incoherent I am a MESS

- “I need you to come back, Nines.” DONT PLAY W ME LIKE THAT

- HAND HOLDING FTW

- Did Gavin really almost bring Nines back through the power of love I am SHAKING

- Dream!Gavin speaking truth as ALWAYS

- These damn flashbacks making me feel some type of way

- OH SHIT HE AWAKE

- that actually low key jump scared me

- God damn these sets are so fucking pro, I’m so happy

- REUNION

- Tina really say “Chris ;) ;) lets go get some ;) coffee ;) ;) ;) ;)”

- CHRIS’ REALIZATION FACE FUCKING LAID ME OUT I HAD TO PAUSE I WAS LAUGJINB SO HARD

- You Undead Asshole™️

- Gavin: ( ⚆ _ ⚆ ) fuck he actually heard me talk about my feelings n shit

- Nines: You literally told me you fucking needed me like five minutes ago

- Gavin: huh weird that doesn’t sound like me I actually hate you

- ooOOHHH  S H I T

- REALLY IS THIS REALLY HAPPENIGN

- woah shit sorry I blacked out for a second what happened

- MY POOR LITTLE FUCKING REED900 HEART IS EXPLODING AND IMPLODING AT THE SAME FUCKING TIME

- CAAAAAAAAN YOU FEEL THE LOVE TONIIIGGHTT

- holy shit I actually gave myself a bloody fucking nose because I smacked my face too hard in excitement

- ❤️💘🧡💞💕💘💓💚💛💘💞💓💛💛💞💘❤️💚💘💜💕💖❤️❤️💕💓💗💘💖💚💝❤️

- FUCK

- “What dipshit programmed you to do that?” 🥺🥺🥺❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️FUCK

- My aunt came in and told me she heard me shouting then asked why I was crying

- HAHA FUCKING CHRIS IS MEEEE

- shit I need to like..,,,,physically recover from that

- whew okay break time is over let’s fucking go

- Nines in the cheeky turtleneck I SEE U

- #DETECTIVECHEN2K20

- Gavin: I’m ready to take this hoe DOWN

- Initiate protocol: SAVE ADA FROM HERSELF

- I could listen to Tina talk to dispatch for hours🥰❤️❤️❤️

- WHITE TRENCH COAT WHITE TRENCH COAT WHITE TRENCH COAT WHITE T

- Gavin being hella concerned boyfriend™️

- FIGHT SCENE™️

- omfg that crowbar really went *CLANG* when it hit Ada’s steel fkn abs what a legend💪😎

- Hell yeah epic Nines gif moment

- no Ada don’t choke Gavin it only makes him stronger

- CHRIS THE MOTHER FUCKIN GOAT😎👏👏👏he really said “fuck ur monologue I’m here to get shit done”

- ADA QUEEN YOURE OKAY SWEETIE

- That character development godt damn

- I might be reaching but Gavin is now wearing a white/off-white shirt/gray that kINDA RESEMBLES DREAM!GAVIN’S SHIRT. Coincidence? I THINK NOT. THATS SYMBOLISM IF I EVER DID SEE IT.

- “buyer’s remorse, huh?”

- “I can’t be everything you need.”

- That awkward moment when you realize the person you were hiding your feelings from has also been hiding their feelings from you.

- “a year of that fuckin’...Ken Doll face smirkin’ at me every day” BE CUTER GAVIN, I DARE YOU.

- naked hand = love

- CHEEKY BASTARDS

- FUCK FUCK FUCK ME

- THAT WAS SO DAMN BEAUTIFUL

- So my review of this film could be summed up by saying that I basically cried for an hour and fifteen minutes.

- Holy damn

[sugoi-writes]

ilomilo- Midoriya X Reader (BNHA)- Part 1

S-So, my usual content overs around fluff or n/sfw, but I came up with a loose concept that has a little bit of everything, including some angst! All characters are aged up to 20, and you have a quirk! I hope you enjoy part one of whatever musing this is! (I’ll think of a name later!) ~2.2k Words

Summary: You’re on the run with some stolen goods, and you’re injured mid pursuit. You don’t know if you should be relieved or terrified that a familiar hero intervenes. You aren’t willing to go down without a fight.

Quirk- Empath: An extreme mental/psychic link, that can force a person to experience forged (or the person’s) emotions/feelings. This can range from emotional distress to extreme phantom pains. This can hinder or cripple a user, but never physically hurt them. The quirk is initiated through eye contact instantaneously, and can last up to 5 minutes. The affects may dwindle due to outside interference (distractions or injuries to either party), or an incredible mental resistance. 

The blaring sirens and the harsh licks of rain beating on your exposed skin were more than enough to keep you running. You desperately clutch your side, bleeding profusely as you try your best to shake off your pursuers.

Your satchel bounces haphazardly as you continue to bound down a particularly cold and damp alleyway. You grimace as you hear the dreaded phrase, “STOP RESISTING! FREEZE!” Like you had a choice to right now!

Bobbing and weaving between debris, shouting and gunfire, you manage to duck behind a dumpster. You sigh shallowly, shakily looking at your hand to find a thick masking of scarlet. You wouldn’t be able to keep running like this… you knew that. You fumble for your pistol, detaching the clip momentarily to find… you’re almost out of bullets. And this would definitely become another shoot out if you weren’t careful.

You take a hefty breath, your hand trembling as you grit your teeth. At the rate of your decline, you think that it may be for the best. If you were going down anyway, you needed to go down with a fight. Dying in an alleyway before getting back home wasn’t ideal, but you would rather go down in a blaze… versus bleeding out pathetically behind this dumpster.

Your prior fear for your life was over shrouded by pure adrenaline (you’d later blame your wound for that). You hear more shouting, egging you to come out with your hands up. You furrowed your brow, nodding as you psych yourself up.

When you hear a police officer warn you once more, you leap from behind the dumpster, readying yourself. But before you or anyone else could dare shoot a single bullet, a brilliant flash of green light invades your senses. You reel from shock as an astounding force repels in all directions backwards, forcing you to brace yourself. As the light dims, and you recover, you pale to a sickly shade. You had thought things were already bad, but you find out to your horror what had caused that impact.

Deku. Number One Hero, Deku.

You grimace in pain from your worsening wound, as green, soul-piercing eyes meet yours. But, instead of heated anger, or even hatred, you find… concern. Worry. This man, this hero… was concerned for you. Your ears ring as you watch Deku’s mouth move, barking something to the police force behind him. Dammit… you can already feel yourself weakening with each tremble.

As the tension seemed to thicken, it suddenly lessened. The officers lower their weapons (whether in fear of what Deku said, or to stop him from getting caught up in the crossfire, you don’t know).

Your gun fumbles out of your hands, clattering to the ground as you struggle to stand. Deku looks back to you as you cry out, his hands instinctively going to the defensive. He slowly advances towards you, and you know that he’s speaking to you, but you aren’t able to make out his words.

You fall backward, landing hard on your rear, clutching yourself as you try to slink further away from the green-clad hero. In a last ditch effort, you lock eyes with him once more, letting out a blood curdling shriek.

“ STAY AWAY, YOU BASTARD!!!”

Deku winces and bows, reflecting your instinct to stop the bleeding on his right side. Your quirk was working, and he should be feeling the shredded flesh and hot blood running from your gunshot wounds. Though he is clearly in pain, he manages a sincere smile, slowly advancing towards you. As you focus on him, sending waves of panic and intense pain through his core, you manage to catch some of his words.

“ Trust me… th-this… doesn’t have to end... l-like this. Nggh-- N...Not in this alley, not with...m-more bloodshed! I w-want to help you... But I can only help you… i-if you let me!”

You shake your head desperately, able to see that he’s reeling, but not hindered beyond that. You hear commotion from behind the emerald hero, but he barks at them again. There’s no flashes, no shooting… he’s holding the force back, with the intent to actually save you.

“ Surely, even you know… my dream is to save--ghh… e-everyone. Everyone that I possibly can. Even those... who feel they are h-hopele-- fuck…!... U-Useless and abandoned... Even down-trotten people... l-like you…”

You hear the hero rasp, wincing with each inhale as he speaks to you. You know that the pain is only doubling, as you’re focusing what little energy you had left to really make the man HURT. But… here he is, smiling… SPARING you.

You tremble, tears streaming down your face as you instinctively shield yourself, unable to move any further.

” St...Stay back… pl-please, I…. y-you can’t...”

You cry out again, falling onto your left side, your face meeting cool asphalt, “...you...can’t save… people like…. M-me. I’m… already--”

You feel warmth enveloping you where you previously felt your blood run cold. You manage to look up as you are lifted off of the ground to a weak but sincere smile. Your cheek rests on something firm, yet warm. As your vision swims, you notice the color green enveloping you, and scarred, strong hands supporting you. Deku lifts you as if you were delicate chinaware, keeping you close as your quirk begins to dwindle.

“ It’s alright, Y/N. I know you’re scared, but you’re going to be safe. I promise.”

Your eyes widen, as a sense of calmness rushes over you. You haven’t been able to feel your hands or legs for a while, and yet you feel a warmth budding in your chest. You know that Deku must feel it too, as a full, strong inhale makes his chest rise confidently. He sighs, turning around as your eyes are blinded by the blaring lights of an ambulance.

Deku softly cooes to you as the other voices and noises surrounding you bustle and violate your ears chaotically. You can hardly hear or see a thing as you’re laid out on a stretcher, and lifted into the brightly-lit vehicle.

“--sir! You can’t leave yet, we still need to file a--”

“Please. I’ll only be a little bit. I want to be sure she makes it safely. Besides… She’s gravely injured. I wouldn’t forgive myself if I didn't make sure she made it. Until then, Squad A- secure the perimeter. Make sure Squads B and C are taking testimonies and…--”

Your eyes flutter shut as the swarming voices and sounds of machinery fall onto deafening ears.

Slowly but surely, your senses dull and everything fades to black.

~

When you wake up next, you feel a dull pain radiating from your core, but not much past that. A bright, peaceful light fills the tiny room you’re in, and you blink a few times, unfamiliar with your surroundings. It is then you realize that you’re connected with an IV, your saline bag dangling above you.

When you try to sit up, a nurse with blonde locks walks by your cot, urging you to not make too much of a fuss. Using the bed’s control panel, she manages to help you sit up, the headboard and top part of the bed tilting up to support you. You glance around the small room, then to the nurse.

“Am I… at the (X) District… Hospital?” you groaned, your voice a bit dry as you struggle to speak. The nurse nods softly, smiling.

“Yes… but everything is already taken care of. The gentleman who brought you hear also visited and--”

You blink in confusion, narrowing your brow,” What…’gentleman’?” you questioned, dreading the answer that may follow.

“ I… to be honest, he was pretty reserved and covered up, but-- he came to visit while you were unconscious. You’ve been asleep for at least a day and a half. And looking at you, you probably needed the sleep!”

The nurse chuckles, and you reflexively probe at your dark circles, noticing that your bags weren’t as swollen as usual,” R...Right… but-- what happens… when I’m better?”

The nurse straightens her posture, as she picks up her clipboard, noting your vitals displayed on your monitor (you hadn’t even noticed the clamp on your index finger, checking your pulse).

“ Well, you’re… being transferred to a rehabilitation center, as recommended by the gentleman and your physician. You’ll be there for a while for treatment-- ahh, the flowers!”

You noted that the nurse seemed a little… spacey, for your liking, as you look to your bedpost, finding a small vase of yellow daffodils. Your brow raises, and your cheeks flushing at the realization you indeed had a visitor.

“T...Treatment… right,” your head hung slightly at this, before you stiffen,” W-Wait a sec, I have a friend at home actually-- th-they need at home care and-- please, you have to let me go home when I’m better--!”

You fumble around, looking for your satchel, before the nurse pats your knee,” Didn’t I tell you? Everything is taken care of. We have a nurse stationed at your house right now, and we put your friend on a plan to have her cared for everyday while you’re gone. With their condition, though, it wasn’t as life threatening as yours, so… they were able to stay home. We can assure you we’re working very hard to be sure they’re comfortable while you’re recovering.”

Your shoulders slump at this, and while you should be at ease that your friend is okay, something is nagging at you.

“I… I don’t have a lot of money, and sub-par health insurance. Between the rehab and a stay-at-home nurse, I… there’s no way I can pay for all of this… w-with all due respect,” you admit quietly, your chest feeling tight. That’s why… the satchel... It was full of medication to keep your friend stable, you… you would have rather risked your life than let your bank account or insurance hold you back.

The nurse sighed heavily, crossing her arms,” The gent that brought you? He has you covered. He paid for everything in full, up front. Your claims will still be noted on your insurance, but you’re already fully paid for. You don’t have to worry about anything. The bill, your friend, yourself… For this next while, it’s better to focus on recovery. Alright?”

You feel your chest clench again, knowing damn well that only a hero had that kind of money to cover those expenses. Midoriya…

You relax, letting your head rest on the pillow as the nurse finishes her vitals check, before she offers you another smile,” I know, right now… things seem confusing, and… really scary right now. But for now, just try and take things as they are, day by day. We will take care of your every need. And if there is anything you need, please reach out. Recovery is… difficult, but very humbling. And I think you’ll find that it’s very worthwhile in the end.”

You muse to yourself that the words seem to come from someone with experience to back up the claim. And in all honesty, you’re too tired to fight back or argue against it. You blink as the nurse smiles sweetly, showing you a toothy grin. You are a little shocked to see two sharpened canines smiling back at you, before the blonde hair nurse nods to herself.

“Well! For the moment, you’ve made some remarkable progress. With the amount of blood you lost… it’s astonishing you’re already feeling able to sit up.” She pulls something from her pocket, setting it by your gift and a full glass of water: medicine, thank goodness.

“Be sure to take this; you’ll probably need it to dull the pain. And if you need anything, just hit this button right here on your control panel.”

The nurse clutches her board to her chest after showing you your bed side controls, waving to you,” I have a few more patients to check on. But… I hope this was able to help clear your mind up a bit. Try to rest, if you can.”

Finally, the nurse turns on a small TV that’s mounted on your wall, handing you the remote. You nod and thank her quietly as she leaves you, alone. Your hand falls limp to your side, as you sigh deeply. This was… all such a relief and shock to you at the same time. This was so much to process, but like the nurse said, you figured it’s better to just take this one step at a time.

As you force yourself not to overthink, your eyes drift over to the flowers, glistening in the vase by your bed. You smile slightly to yourself, eyes fluttering to your window as the sun glimmers above a busy, bustling city. Daffodils… What was this guy thinking?

“You… must be in over your head huh, hero?” you muse to yourself, flashes of emerald and warm smiles flooding your thoughts as you zone out.

[juniebjoneswrites]

Bring Me Home // Harry Styles

Are We Out Of The Woods? (5)

Next chapter is 90% Harry, strap in!

t/w: remembrance of assault 

/the past/

“This is in everyone's best interest. It will help Elijah and his family to have the best outcome for any of you to come forward with information of his whereabouts,” a detective tells the five of us, they think he’s a runaway. “We know you six were close so odds are at least one of you knows something.”

We’re all sitting around Sam’s room waiting for someone to talk. I know if I speak a single word my secrets will spill from me like a knife wound. I cannot afford the blood loss no matter how great and valid the retribution. I am scared. I pace the room with my hands in my pocket. How does the prey become the shark? Or how do you make the shark afraid? All I have on my hands are questions in blood and I can feel Eli sinking into me whispering more. I can’t shake his presence or chill. “I’m sorry,” I scream, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” But my mind is only ever as loud or violent as a echoed whisper.

I don’t know when they all decided to leave but my sister pulls me from the floor I’ve found my way to and out to her car. I still say nothing. She pins me against the passenger door. “What’s going on?” she whispers harshly. I whimper and shake my head. “You were acting like a fucking lobotomy patient in there, June,” she’s pleading. “What is going on?”

My strings are unraveling and I can’t hold on for long. I need a foothold but all I can find are fault lines. I want the earth to split open, the Devil himself to wrap his red, scalding fingers around my ankle and drag me down so I don’t have to live with this. I reach for the door handle and attempt to pull it open. Tears are coming down so heavily that if I don’t get into this car now she will have to put me in like a child. I glance at his house. The house that chose him and he quickly learned to choose back. I see the days there with our bikes in his yard that turned into days where our cars littered his driveway. I saw my childhood intertwined with his and the secret time capsule we buried in the backyard with our keepsakes. We still haven’t dug it up. I see my first kiss and my first crush. I see Josie knocking on his door and politely asking for me only to then drag me out for being late for curfew. I see secrets and promises and love. But I no longer see him.

I watched us grow and change in that house. We’re eight years after that winter day and I can still feel his hands on me. They’re different now, rough and calloused from his guitar. I feel him watching me with his eyes like the ground from our mother earth, he gave me life. I feel him around me even now, in the wind and sun. I feel him in my sisters hands, hard on my shoulders. I feel him in my chest threatening to break free and tell her everything. I am sobbing. “Quiet,” I beg him in my mind. “Quiet. Please, please.” The ground is cool and is the first thing I register. There are pebbles pushing into my skin and I can only be thankful that they’re only things threatening it now. The sound around me is high pitched and far away. I think I can hear my sister crying for me to respond but I can’t make my body move to her. “I’m trying,” I try to say. I don’t think I’m talking but there’s another voice that carries with hers. Before I can make it out everything goes black.

I wake up in my bed, I don’t know how long I’ve been asleep. My fathers snoring on a chair he brought in from the living room in the hazy evening sun. I roll over and my body feels like it took the impact of an asteroid. I try to sit up but a wave of dizziness washes over me so I lay back down. When I wake up again it's the middle of the night. I roll into the warmth next to me and find my sister's body; curling into her, she wraps her arm around me.

“Don’t do that to me again,” She whispers exhaustedly.

“I’m sorry. What happened?" “The doctors said it was from stress. You hit your head too,”

I feel my head where it hurts and it stings to the touch. I suck in a breath. Great. When I sleep again I’m being chased through the woods.

I’m running through throngs of people, and past places I’ve never been. Am I being chased? I can’t tell. But it feels like it and it feels like he's gaining. I run harder. My lungs have never felt like this. It’s like being sliced with razors and pebbles bouncing off the walls. It feels like lava disintegrating my insides. I keep running. House, house, house, house, apartments, apartments, corner store, laundromat, run down law office, pizza shop, apartments, apartments. I do not know these places. How long have I been running? I don’t know. The more my body aches to stop, the more I feel him behind me. I run harder. Runners? Wave. Have an alibi. Don’t go missing. Don’t go alone. Don’t go into the woods. Don’t go on any paths. Stay in sight. Stay alive. Run on near the coast. Find Eli.

I run like this for hours and at a certain point my mind goes blank. The only thing I feel is the heat inside. Almost tripping on an uneven sidewalk, I slow and walk over to the pier to look at the ocean. Where are you? I sit on a bench and try to steady my breath. The warm morning air buzzes as the pier comes to life. I close my eyes and listen to the sounds like a heartbeat, letting the warm sun lull me. I can almost find peace here. The pain in my body eliviates as I sink into the bench. I hear young children laughing, busy streets, the pier workers setting up their shops, people walking by on early morning business calls. Someone drops something, I imagine it’s coffee, or maybe tea. I hear them grumble. I almost want to offer to trade them their troubles. I’d like to be upset over spilled milk.

I hear seagulls cawing. Opening my eyes I watch them dip and dive in an intricate dance of fish breakfasts and stolen bagels. They are chaos in the making and I want nothing more than to see one succeed. They’re bullies, the ostriches of the skies. One lands on the arm rest opposite me and stares. “I have nothing,” I say, showing my hands. It squawks and flies away, getting lost in the mess of them. A child screams alone in front of a local bakery. I look over to find her parents and see no one. As I start towards the crosswalk for the girl a man and woman step from the bakery looking panicked. I freeze instantly. The mom gives the father her purchase and scoops the child up, thankful she didn’t get far. The man puts the food in the stroller and scans the street to cross. His gaze is on me for what feels like an eternity but I’m sure it was only a fraction of a second. If he recognizes me as they pass, he shows no sign of it, nor does his wife.

A slamming car door brings me back to and I cross the road to get as far away as I can. A runner waves on the opposite side when I make it across. I stare at him for recognition but he’s wearing glasses and a cap and the distance makes it hard, but I smile and wave back. He seems friendly enough and if that man did recognize me, I would need a witness for my timeline. I run back home.

I don’t even make it through my door before my mom flings it open and pulls me into her. “Where have you been?” She’s worried. Her hair’s thrown up out of her face, sleeves rolled as if she’s going to throw hands with my captor for my safety.

“I went for a run,” “No one knew where you were,” she pulls back. “You were just gone,”

“Mom you’re the one who told me to run,” I say back in an almost laugh.

“Yes but not before the sun is even up! Do you know what time it is?” I do not know. “Just leave a note next time or take your phone with you for Christ’s sake.” I apologize and she forgives the way moms do and offers to make some breakfast while I shower.

I turn the water as hot as I can stand and then make it hotter. I wanted to burn his eyes off of me. He must not have recognized me. I think back to remember if he ever saw my face. I massage the shampoo through my hair and feel Elijah's hands running through it. The memory quickly shifts; that man is wrapping it around his hand and shoving my face into mud and leaves. I quickly rinse and open my eyes. My scalp is still sore from his assault and my fall but the long hair he had held is now gone, cut to the chin.

I did it two days after coming home in the dead of night. Quietly, washed the crusted dirt and leaves from my body and clothes as a bruise formed over my cheek where it hit a rock after I fell. Thank goodness for the power of makeup for my ability to hide my wounds. But I couldn’t hide my shaking and panic though so I faked a stomach bug and stayed in bed for three days.

Every time I try to go to the police I can hear his voice, “I will gut you,” he pushes my face into the ground. “I will kill your family,” there’s pressure against my back. The gun cocks, “No one will believe you,” and they won't. Because cops don’t kill people. He will have no repercussions. I’m crying and trying to crawl away but he just laughs and then everything goes dark. I can’t know if he saw my face after that but the forest was dark and the moon was dim. I couldn’t even see my hands in front of me so I feel secure that if he tried to know me, the earth he pressed me into would’ve at least hidden me well enough. I still feel it swirling in my mouth like a shaken snow globe of blood and dirt.

Downstairs my mom has made blueberry pancakes and I smell banana muffins in the oven. My sister sits reading at the end of the table in her favorite pink nightshirt with an old, faded Garfield on it. Classic rock buzzes softly through my ears as my mom hums along. The sun still shines through the windows in a late, hazy morning glow. I can smell the flowers on the sill outside as the bees bobble and bounce around them. My feet are cool on the wooden floor and not far from them our tabby cat lazily lays in the sun's rays, tail flicking happily. My chest rises and falls with this safety and I control my emotions enough to hug my mom from behind as she flips the eggs. She laughs lightly and I can hear her smiling. She rubs her hand over my arms and turns within my grasp to kiss my head. “I am so thankful for you,” She whispers. My breath hitches and I bury my face deeper into her. When I feel the mud threatening me I will remember this and it will bring me home, wherever I may be.

(1) / (2) / (3) / (4) / 5 / (6)

[beguilingfury]

B, F, G , Q, X (For Clarie and Memphis? Or just one of them if that's too much)

@toomanycharacterselects   //   (   *   VALENTINE’S   DAY   ALPHABET   !

B   :   BOUQUET.   does your muse like flowers? which ones are their favourite?

so   claire   might   be   mostly   guns   ,  motorcycles   &&  leather   jackets   ,   but   she   actually   has   a   surprisingly   spot   for   flowers   ???   like   ,   if   she’s   just   having   a   lazy   day   at   her   apartment   w/   a   band   tee   &&   shorts   ,   then   she’ll   sometimes   wear   one   of   those   artificial   flower   crowns   w/   her   hair   down   rather   than   her   ponytail   bc   she   doesn’t   really   get   to   chill   out   all   that   often   ???  in   terms   of   her   favourite   ,   she   absolutely   loves   roses   ,   specifically   pink   ones   ,   &&   she   even   has   a   small   rose   tattoo   on   the   small   of   her   back.

flowers   are   something   that   memphis   hasn’t   really   given   much   thought   about   to   be   perfectly   honest   ,   as   spending   a   good   portion   of   her   life   in   gang   territory   ,  she   didn’t   really   get   the   opportunity   to   see   any   ???   she   doesn’t   love   them   but   then   doesn’t   hate   them   either   ,   like   if   someone   brought   her   one   as   a   gift   ,   she’d   appreciate   it   :’)   she   also   has   a   few   flower   tattoos   ,  most   of   them   being   on   her   sleeve   as   well   as   a   few   littered   around   her   thighs.

F   :   FLIRT.   is your muse good at flirting? how do they flirt?

claire   doesn’t   really   consider   herself   good   at   flirting   ,   &&   she   doesn’t   really   do   it   purposely   ,  but   there’s   signs   that   she   genuinely   cares   about   someone   &&   some   could   consider   it   flirting   ,   even   if   it   isn’t   intentional   -   little   things   such   as   maintaining   eye   contact   ,   listening   to   the   other   person   &&  truly   caring   about   their   wellbeing   are   to   name   a   few.   the   more   comfortable   she   gets   around   you   ,   so   long   as   it’s   okay   with   the   other   person   ,   then   she’ll   use   physical   gestures   ,   like   hugging   ,  resting   a   hand   on   your   arm   ,   that   sort   of   thing.

hoo   boy   ,   memphis   is   literally   an   expert   at   flirting   ,   &&   you   can   bet   your   ass   that   she   uses   her   spanish   to   crank   the   heat   up   by   like   a   bazillion   uibbbuibbibhk   lmao   :’)   she’s   good   at   reading   body   language   &&  responding   appropriately   ,   &&   by   far   ,  her   strongest   asset   is   her   confidence.   like   ,  she   doesn’t   really   flirt   all   that   often   bc   she’s   pretty   much   around   the   same   people   in   dedsec   ,  but   give   her   an   invitation   ,   &&  she’s   raring   to   go   !

G   :   GIFT.   is your muse good at gift - giving or do they struggle to get it right?

she   might   not   look   it   ,   but   claire   is   extremely   observant   &&  she’ll   often   pick   up   on   hints   given   by   said   person   so   that   she   can   make   the   right   choice   when   it   comes   to   purchasing   gifts   ???   if   you’re   close   to   her   ,  then   it   isn’t   uncommon   for   her   to   leave   little   pick   me   ups   ,  whether   it   be   a   cup   of   coffee   &&  a   cookie  ,  or   a   some   money   &&  a   takeout   menu   to   make   sure   that   her   loved   one   eats.   she’s   just   naturally   an   instinctive   person   &&   a   good   judge   of   character   ,  &&   this   usually   makes   for   good   gift   choices   (:

memphis   is   incredibly   disorganized   &&   forgetful   in   regards   to   gift   giving   ,  but   when   she   does   remember   ,  she   absolutely   nails   it   bbubububhk   being   able   to   hack   people’s   amazon   accounts   &&  view   their   wishlist   might   have   something   to   do   w/   it   but   i’m   not   saying   anything

Q   :   QUESTION.   would your muse ask the big question or expect their partner to?

claire   would   likely   wait   for   her   partner   to   propose   ,  because   she   doesn’t   want   to   pressure   them   into   saying   yes   if   they’re   not   ready   ???   if   she   was   in   a   steady   relationship   &&   she   could   see   things   progressing   that   far   ,   then   she’d   want   to   talk   first   about   whether   they   felt   the   same   ,   &&   if   they   were   both   on   the   same   level   ???   if   that   were   indeed   the   case   ,   then   she   wouldn’t   be   afraid   to   ask   them   then   or   be   asked   herself   ,   it’s   just   that   she   doesn’t   taken   marriage   lightly   &&  she’d   want   to   be   certain   that   whatever   the   decision   ,   it   would   make   both   her   &&   her   partner   happy.

to   be   honest   ,   memphis   can’t   imagine   herself   ever   getting   married   or   committing   to   someone   in   that   sense   -   not   because   she   doesn’t   want   to   ,   but   purely   because   she   wouldn’t   want   to   place   them   in   danger.   being   a   former   tezcas   member  &&   having   already   survived   an   assassination   attempt   ,   having   that   particular   bond   with   someone   would   mean   that   they   could   be   used   against   her   ,  &&  so   she’d   do   anything   she   could   to   protect   them   ,  even   if   it   meant   having   to   distance   herself.

X   :   XOXO.   does your muse use / like pet names?

claire   isn’t   really   that   fond   of   pet   names   ,   &&   the   only   time   she’ll   use   them   is   if   she’s   teasing   or   being   sarcastic   uobubububhk   if   her   partner   called   her   a   pet   name   though   ,   she’d   actually   think   it   was   really   sweet   ???  especially   if   it   was   during   an   intimate   moment   ,   there’d   just   be   this   little   smile   on   her   face   bc   she’s   a   nerd   lmao   :’))

being   that   she’s   fluent   in   spanish   ,  memphis   definitely   uses   pet   names   because   she   thinks   that   they’re   really   cute   ,   especially   if   her   partner   doesn’t   know   what   it   means   &&   she   can   just   watch   them   rush   to   get   up   google   translate   :’))   she’ll   also   use   pet   names   for   really   close   friends   ,   so   if   she   has   one   for   you   ,   then   it’s   a   sure   fire   sign   that   she   likes   you   ???

[heyyylittlemo]

Ask game

1. Where did you hide the body??

Me: *pause* No, where did you hide the body—

*police stare at me with disbelief*

Me: there’s no—there’s not a single body here—well stop looking at me like that, you’re the cop! You should know! Why are you asking me for! Body? Whaaaaaat. Ahaha.

*cops shake head*

*whispers to my friend* Guys I think I pulled that one off

Police: you know we can hear everything you’re saying

me: 👁👄👁

2. Favorite rock? The 1975. Dominic Fike. Arctic Monkeys. Bad Suns. The killers. Pale Waves. Etc. That good good shit 👌

3. Most aesthetic season? Fall. Love them orange colors. The leaves falling. Though spring is also neat if you have a bunch of flowers bloomin in shit and winter is only aesthetic when it’s snowing. Boring ass summer tho just be heating me up.

4. When texting do u shorten words or spell out? I used to write stuff out all the time mostly but now it’s like half and half bcuz its just faster and nobody got time for it 🤣🤣

5. Vintage stuff? Hell yeah, but maybe not anything too expensive since some old stuff IS hyper expensive.

6. Colors that pop or blend? Not sure I understand what u mean abt them blending ahaha u mean like when they’re so similar to another?? Well I think it’s nice but honestly I prefer a pop and a bang, y’Know?

- At this moment I realized I was answering the last few questions from a completely different ask and felt like a dumbass 😂 anyways the actual number we’re on is three so imma just kickback

3. Worst dream u have ever had? I had sleep paralysis but was imbetween that and a lucid dream. At first I was paralyzed and could see my bed but my eyes felt closed and open at the same time?? A giant dark demon looking dog had towered over me and began to tear at my neck. It looked and felt very real I started to try to scream and it felt like a scream was coming out but no sound exited. Then I went into a lucid dream where I was being chased by this dog and running for my life I was running by and nobody could save me nobody in the dream when it caught up to me I was back in my bed and it was trying to eat me again. I was so terrified I couldn’t sleep for a whole week.

4. Lyric that comes to your mind? “And I don’t think I can be there. I’m paralyzed,I’m terrified of being alone. When you said I deserved what had happened.”

5. Blood make u uncomfortable? Yes, I passed out once when getting my finger pricked and a VERY small blood sample and another when dissecting a fish.

6. Even or odd numbers? Well I like the number 5,7,9, 3 so odd. (Like me 🤣🤣)

7. Something I hate that I love? Anything I’ve ever loved becuz love can be frustrating. Bruh.

8. 1st initial of someone I hate? Hmm...do I hate someone tho? Not that I can think of...

9. *Skipping down the lane* NOPE

10. Corn dogs? It’s funny cuz when I think of corn dogs my mind will always go to when we first moved to our current house because at our initial town we never had Sonic and while we were getting the house fixed up and moving stuff we use to always get Sonic since it was the closest to us most times to eat and that was a bunch of corn dogs and hotdog days 🤣 so thnk u corn dogs for ur service

11. I’m not a huge movie person so...I looked up movies from 2005 and movies Inlike from this time are Brokeback mountain bcuz it’s gay af, Shark Boy and Lava Girl damn I rewatched the shot out of it when I was younger, Narnia and the Chocolate Factory(although it low key creeped me out as a kid, and idk why).

12. Least fav music genre? Most country, most EDM, dubstep, screaming/really hard rock, some pop music, mumble raping.

13. As someone who waits on tables, my job is my least favorite restaurant experience 🤣🤣 just dealing with ppl...like ok, I’m half Hispanic right?? But I look white. Well, I work at a Mexican restaurant and so sometimes racist costumers will say shady shit just bcuz I guess they think it’s appropriate to say it to me just bcuz I’m not Hispanic in their eyes?? But it pisses me off and I feel like I can’t say anything without causing a drama which I hate and when the “costumers always right” it can be hard to budge and stand up and say “bitch wtf did u just say??” And there’s just folks who take things the wrong ways or ask too much at once or give u a hard time or just say something that sticks onto you for the whole day. One bad move can turn my whole day upside down.

14. 3 things never come near me? Cockroaches, Needles, and close mind ppl

15. Worst way to die? With regrets. Something really brutual, random, or where something just happened to go wrong (accident). Being killed by someone u love.

16. Unusual habits? Doing a Michael Jackson esque “hee-hee” after every sneeze I make, being extremely clumsy and making every task 100% more difficult, having the ability to talk as if I have an accent that comes from nowhere in particular just stupidity also I can’t speak my own language half the time 🙃getting words confused or misusing them in a sentence so I sound dumb having a very weird imagination and thoughts, I swear it like I never went to school and don’t know how the world works, plus many many more

17. Clothing style u want? I want to dress in a way that screams who I am and is a blend of both femininity and masculinity. A little vintage. Grunge. Urban maybe?? What do I know abt fashion 🤣🤣

18. Song or artist that deserves more? Dijon, hands down. I love his stuff. He’s like Frank Ocean meets light-singing beautiful lyricist with a more rock vibe?? Hidden gem. I also think Durand Jones & the Indications needs more love along with BadBadNotGood they sound like old-times but are new!! Oh, and Pale Waves is like a female The 1975 and kicks it. Bad Suns is a good alt rock band that no one seems to recognize :,D Toro y Moi too! His song with Flume “The difference “ is a banger!! Kid Cudi is my man when I want a blend of rock and rap. Also Dominic Fike,King Krule, and Roy Blair, who are all amazing!! Ok I need to stop 🛑

Duck I answered the past questions from a different post I’m sorry 😐

17. Emoji never used? There’s a bunch since I reuse the same over and over again. Lmao

18. 3 sentence Gatorade horror story? A faint quiver overtook the small freezer the Gatorade lay in; no one had come by in days, hours, weeks; when was the last time he met the lips of a thirsty body? They’d forgotten about him, as his last sips remained glued to his hollowing entrance. ‘Help, ‘it wanted to say, but it’s frozen lips could not be moved; It’d stay here, die here...just like the rest.” What am I doing with my life 🤣🙏

19. Do u know what an old bay is? A bay that is old? And old ocean? Idk!!!

20. Can u dance? Sometimes I dance when I’m alone but nothing spectral lol

21. What first comes to ur mind when u see ropes? 2 extremes. Sex and death. Hm. Ok. Moving on.

22. Make an obscure reference. “Even a bra couldn’t hold these nipples” *Holds a water gun to chest*

23. Fav balloon color? Pink or yellow.

24. If u were in court would u be innocent or guilty? Depends, what am I in court for 🤣 lmao jk honestly idk bcuz I don’t think I’d wind up in there

25. Are u hungry ? Nope

26. Unlucky number? Hm I don’t think so but I have a lucky number “123”

27. What’s “JMD”stand for? I’m guessing...Jamming my d—- 💀lol jk ahaha why am so dirt

28. Random inside joke? *chirpy squeak* I’m making a double batch of cookies

29. What sends chills up ur spine? Seeing disgust food or smell disgust or talking abt disgust things like gore

30. How many questions are in ur inbox? A pathetic zero ahaha no one want to ask me anything 😂

31. Someone real who scares u. 2 of my ex friends. One when I was 10 said disturbing things and I was kinda forced onto the friendship and everything they said make me fear for others lives...and then a different ex friend who seemed normal at 1st but became both low key psychopath cult leader type stuff and I booed out of there—-.

32. Run or hide? Uhh probably hide because I’d say even if ppl say “u can run but u can’t hide” u CAN just hide! that’s the point of hiding they not find u xD also why not combine them? Hide then run somewhere far away once I got them off the trial.

33. Last person who made u angry? A frickin beetle that flew at me and pinched me in the middle of singing in the shed xD also my autocorrect

34. What’s going on in ur head? I should probably pee soon—

35. Little thing that makes u Smile? A lot of little things bruh.

36. Are u a descisive person?

Not sure.

*pAuse *

Ok, I guess I’m not then 🤣

37. Would ppl say I’m paranoid? Hm maybe about certain things social situations, singing in front of others what ppl think abt me etc etc

38. Store least likely in? Any southern clothes shop, Abercrombie & Finch types shit, lol

39. Do I like hats fave type? Hm not wear many hats but I think they’re cool any type is cool for different ppl and their aesthetici just can’t rock a hat.

40. Bow ties or ties? Don’t really care but now want to see more bow ties

41. Who? You.

42. What? Reading this shit

43. Where? In ur ass

44. When? Now.

45. Why? Not even u know why.

46. How? We all want to know

47. Do u collect anything? Vinyl records.

48. What tome is it? Time to get a watch

49. Fav transportation? My car or walk is possible

50. Would u ever kill someone to save someone? Don’t want to think about that

51. Make a joke. Yo, it’s time to make a joke—so the other day I was working. And I was practicing my Spanish, yes? Anyone whose trying to learn anew language k n o w s that sometimes words can be so close to another u just confuse then! So apparently churros in Spanish is a desert but if u say it more harshly (it literally sounds almost the same) it makes a whole different meaning—diharrea, but like I didn’t know that so I legit just walked up to this person and asked if they would like some shit to eat. So yeah, that was great. Let’s not forget that I mixed up blood, watermelon, and sangria which is a wine. I legit once said I had mixed wine in my vines and another time watermelon 🤣

52. I’m really confused so I skip

53. Would ur dash be confiscated SFW? By dash do u mean this account? Um not 😬

54. Do I like to cuddle? Hell yeah and manhandle ppl all the time it’s my affection

55. What makes u angry? Close minded ppl or ppl who jump too fast to conclusions, strict schedules just dumb stuff that people try to force when I just want to be carefree 😭✌️

56. How many voices are in ur head? 😐

57. Do U consider urself mentally stable? 😐

58. Are u easily offended? Well U just called me mentally unstable and asked it there was voices in my head!!

59. What’s wrong with taking the backstreets? Uhm...

60. Any questions u want ppl to ask u? Nothing in particular but it’s be nice if someone care to ask me something abt me from personal question to my opinions on shit to 19 days fandom related junk 😌

Woooo I’ve finished this game! Thanks to @seiji-amasawa for introducing me to this ^^

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Fatal Mistake

CW: One shot sfw vore story with implied fatal and digestion. Sadistic pred and mostly unwilling prey, fearplay. Very whump-y. N/S/F/W blogs do not interact.

A quick little "AU" babble of two of my Digimon OCs from the POV of my digidestined OC featuring one of her friend digimon, Voltboutamon, as the pred. When the human servant to the illustrious digimon lord makes a messy mistake in front of her master's guests during a dinner party, he becomes enraged and has finally had enough of her ineptitude. Not so fun hijinks ensue.

I made sure to smooth out the creases in my apron and dress, my breath short and strained. I knew that for something like this, my lord needed me to look perfectly presentable--I was as much a part of the setting as the crystal wineglasses or gilded chairs, after all.

I adjusted the bloom of curls atop my head and steadied myself the best I could. I knew he could detect my fear and discomfort miles away and while it was usually a delight to him, tonight the smallest sign of irritation could be fatal.

I pushed open the heavy doors to the dining room, exhaling anxiety as another servant bustled past me with empty trays.

"Good luck," She mouthed as I emerged, the expensive scent of the guests' cuisine wreathing around me. I clutched the bottle of wine tightly in my hands, speedwalking out into the elegantly decorated chamber, the diamond chandelier casting ominous candlelight out over the decadent scene.

My lord sat at the head of the head of the table, perfectly poised in regal silence among the chatter. He cut an imposing figure, all sharp edges, straight lines and the finest silks. His red eyes burned like twin hot coals, his clawed fingers wrapped around the stem of his empty goblet. He impatiently tapped the stone floor with the toe of his boot, almost looking bored even though it was his affair.

His crimson eyes found me near instantly, locking onto my own earthy gaze and sending a chill up my spine. I bypassed his guests with shaky steps, robotically greeting and inquiring as to their pleasure. The stern line of his mouth relaxed into a self-satisfied smirk as I approached, his food still steaming and untouched.

I approached his side, his figure looming over me a good seven feet even while sitting. He leaned back luxuriously, his long legs crossed at the ankle.

"Human. You kept me waiting. I hope you brought the good wine." He said languorously.

"Yes, Lord Voltaboutamon. Only the best for you and your patrons." I heard the tremble in my voice and felt dread curl in my chest like a frightened child.

"Good." His tone was almost indulgent, his smirk all dark edges. "Get on with it then, woman."

I swallowed, my throat thick as he lowered his goblet, as royal as everything else in his gothic noir estate. I hastily uncorked the bottle, feeling more than one pair of eyes on me. With shaking hands, I lifted the wine to pour, praying to anyone willing to listen and--

My mind blanked into white hot panic when my wrist twitched, a product of anxiety and damaged motor skills. The wash of shame and fear froze me in place as the wine, dark as blood, spilled over me, my digimon lord and the floor.

I saw the moment rage blossomed in his breast, as dark as the splashed wine as his easy posture and icy smirk twisted into unadulterated anger. His eyes narrowed to thin slits--blazing hellfire--mouth curling into a snarl, his edges sharpening instantaneously.

"You stupid little brat," He hissed between his teeth, fangs gleaming dangerously. "Can you ever do a damn thing right?"

At his scathing tone I flashed back to his effortless grace in the art of killing. Back to blood and marrow and incomprehensible danger. Back to fear and insecurity and nightmares.

He's not like that...not with me, not anymore. He’s just playing it up in front of the guests. I repeat it to myself like a mantra, my entire sense of self on white-hot fire. No matter what I told myself, I knew the truth though. I knew how important tonight was and of course I fumbled it, like always. 

Stupid.

He rose to his full height, his second pair of arms unfolding behind him like a reaper's scythes, tail uncoiling from his waist and twisting about in a hypnotic dance, like a snake ready to strike.

Yes, my master is as beautiful and deadly as a serpent, quick as a whip and more clever than most...if not all. Despite his lanky build, he seemed to encompass the entire room with his presence alone, his brilliance demanding absolute attention. I saw a certain hunger twist his features, the lust for violence in that moment carving out a hole in his very heart.

I watched his face, unable to look away as that hole began to fill.

"I have had enough of your fumbling and bumbling, maid," He sneered, his voice righteous and cruel. "I've given you chance after chance, and still you remain a thorn in my side, a leftover piece of a puzzle with no place to go. Nowhere you fit in."

"Please sir," I begin to beg, black tinting the edges of my vision in sheer panic. I thought of his blades, of his guns, even of the strength in his spidery limbs and whip-like tail.

"I gave you a chance because I pitied you, but now you're out of chances and out of time." He gripped my chin, taloned fingers digging into my doughy face. I looked up at him with tear filled eyes and found not a single shred of mercy there.

"Please."

"No," He growled, and if looks could kill, I'd be in hell. "I'm going to make an example of you. I know you neglect your job to sit and eat and read, lazing about like a useless stain. Even knowing that I won't settle for less than perfection. Even knowing that I see everything. But you'll be perfect for one thing..."

I stared blankly, shaking and not daring to move. 

He smiled softly, his voice growing syrupy and taunting. He let one hand glide mockingly over his midriff, "I see how you stare at me and the annoying things you say to the other servants--I always thought your desires the most foolish thing I had ever heard. What better way to end you than by showing you how that particular brand of idiocy has made a bumbling fool of you and distracted you from your job? What its reality leads to?” 

I felt myself flush, immediately trying to twist out of his iron grip. "I'm sorry, Voltaboutamon, please no--"

"Too late " He crooned, a lullaby and a death sentence all in one. "And this way, your end won't lead to the other servants having to clean up after you. Again."

My head began to swim, my chest tightening as his hand encompassed my entire head. My vision completely blacked out, and the sensation of becoming less overtook me, my mind, and even the humiliation.

Before I knew it, I sat on Voltaboutamon's hand, dizzy and still burning with the echoing pain of shrinking. I gazed up at him, his massive visage a blood moon hanging over my earth. Despite myself I panicked with a

 eripping the wrinkled, wine-stained hem of my dress with utterly frayed nerves and tried to look anywhere else but the line of his rage-twisted lips.

It really was happening. Just not the way I'd dreamed. Not with the ending I hoped for. But still...his scowling mouth was mere inches away from me, to the point where I could hear the irritated breath flaring from his nostrils like wind.

Without anymore ceremony, he plucked me from his palm two claws pinching the back of my dress. I swung upwards--unable to even inhale one last breath before the finale--until I was impossibly high up, dangling up above the proud arch of his hat and the menacing sculpt of his mask.

I covered my face with my hands, a low moan of despair escaping me despite my near daily voracious daydreams. I felt as heavy as lead, as good as gone, as dead as--

He let go.

I dropped like a stone, his mouth snapping me up near instantaneously. I felt him struggle a bit to accommodate me in his narrow maw, the pinpricks of his teeth scraping against me and drawing blood. I cried out in fear, pummeling the muscle of his tongue with my slippered feet and desperately tried to scramble for an escape.

A low sound rumbled in his chest, whether it was one of pleasure or annoyance, I couldn't place--perhaps both. He seemed to enjoy the taste of the wine on my skin, but in a matter of seconds he was already bored and done, tilting his head back and gulping me back with a throaty swallow.

I whimpered when I felt his throat hitch, unaccustomed to such a sizable and girthy morsel of food, but he swallowed thickly once more and I was sent down without fuss.

Covered head to toe in his saliva, the muscles of his elegant throat crushed against me, sending me down toward the prison of his gut. I felt his slim fingers press inquisitively against the bulge I created during my descent, cursing my eternal foolishness as my cheeks set aflame.

As I was pulled downward, I heard the laughter and excitement of his guests--I'm sure they enjoyed both his melodramatics and his near playful display of cruelty. Classic Voltboutamon! Soon though, all I could hear was the rush of his breath and the steady tempo of his heart, my head popping into a slightly more open cavern and the rest of my body toppling down seconds later.

I struggled to right myself, slipping in chyme and stomach juices and struggling to breathe in my lord's unrelenting body heat. I pushed my hands against his stomach walls in desperation, trying to wipe the itchy fluids from my eyes.

I imagined the little bulge I'd make in his skinny midsection, considering the fact that I was locked in his belly for the rest of my short life and cringed when I felt my panicking heart betray itself even when there was no way out. It was as if flowers blossomed between my ribs, and even though I was nothing but a punished servant turned snack, I felt as though he had finally seen me.

He had noticed me and my lingering stares--and now I got to be part of him. Perhaps forever, if he truly was without mercy. That meant something, right?

I yelped, jerked out of my thoughts when something dropped onto my head. With a start I realized it was a bit of chewed up meat. So...he was still hungry. Delicately picking at his food while his stomach growled around me, the little human he hungrily gulped down mere moments away from digestion.

The feelings of insignificance and delight battled within me.

More and more food dropped over me, bits of the finest and most decadent the manor's kitchens had to offer, and soon the stomach began to churn away at its meal. The walls pulsed and pressed against me, flipping me all around and nearly drowning me in the stomach fluids and masticated food. I was tossed about like nothing, completely at the mercy of my vicious lord's equally vicious stomach.

I screamed, pressing harder against the stomach walls as my new home seemed to grow hotter and burn with the acrid stench of stomach acid. I struggled for air and tried to push back against the slick muscles, but found myself growing weaker and weaker... Wine soon flooded over me, making me sputter and flail even more, the smell of grapes sickly bitter in the pit of his gut.

I thought I felt his hand pressing against his middle, and found the thought of him stuffing himself into a bellyache to further punish and disgust me made me giddy--I wondered if I was making a bulge in his perfect diamond-cut figure and smiled. Oh, how the blush on my cheeks would spite and enrage him ever further, a fun little game between the two of us.

Unfortunately, whatever bit of heaven I managed to find in my demise still made me the loser of this game. After all, I was going to be nothing more than chyme and fuel for his graceful power soon enough... Truly this was the magnum opus of his callous sadism, the complete erasure of one's personhood. He and his ruthless nature would always win. It always did.

If only he heard my screams and cared. If only he'd set me free in a few more minutes... If only he coughed me up, revealed his heart, and we became true friends. Maybe more, if he confessed he loved me too. If only this really were a game, a playful cat and mouse, and not my execution. But I already knew there would be no salvation tonight. There would be no tenderness from the pitiless digimon, not after my constant failings.

My skin began to truly itch, burning from the thick juices pooling up around me, massaged deep into my flesh by the churning stomach walls. I slumped down in defeat, mind going blank--I was sure that Voltaboutamon and his extravagant guests had already forgotten about me beyond a silly and fanciful dinner story for future parties.

As much as I'd begged and screamed though, it wasn't so bad... Leaning back into it felt as if I became warmth itself, and despite the danger I was in, I almost felt cradled by my lord's body. I could pretend.

My head swam with the heat, my eyes fluttering shut as the stomach bubbled and churned around me, feeling as if the sensation in my skin was fading and my body was beginning to melt. Now, I was nothing but food, fallen prey to my decadent lord.

Nothing but food... Nothing but... Nothing...

***

"Why are you staring at me, Charissa?"

I started with a jolt at Voltaboutamon's grumble. He hovered at the edge of the small kitchen, disgruntled and dissecting a slice of pizza with a fork and knife.

"Ah! Sorry, I was zoning out..." I prayed he hadn't noticed my eyes on the bowed frown of his mouth, on the silky swallows he took of cranberry juice and steaming pizza. I returned my attention to my own slice, stuffing it into my mouth messily.

He looked down his nose at me and scowled even deeper with disapproval, huffing. "Well look somewhere else."

I rolled my eyes and gave a sarcastic salute, desperately hoping my blush wasn't enough to be noticed as I tried not to imagine disappearing down his long, elegant throat, slipping between his menacing teeth and into the cruel and unrelenting confines of his stomach...

I really needed to get a reign on this daydreaming habit. Especially before my reluctant new friend noticed.

Especially before my fixation on his guts and his heart ruined everything.