#so the quality took a huge hit sigh

[cannellee]

TOKYO REVENGERS OMEGAVERSE (mythological au! #2) ☆

୨୧ medusa! alpha! tokyo rev x blind! omega! reader (pairing : chifuyu, mikey, mitsuya, baji, izana)

— you meet medusa, whose stare can turn people into statues of rock. but you're actually blind so it doesn't affect you! what are their reactions?

cw : yandere!izana, baji is sweet++ and probably not representative, SA (mitsuya's one, it's not him though), deaths

(they don't have snakes hair, just the curse) + (it's sooo badly written pls don't mind the quality) + (baji's one is criminally short even though it has sm potential sorryy)

my masterlist : ☆

ALPHA! CHIFUYU (love at first sight)

you really simply wanted to pick berries for the pie you planned to cook this afternoon. you would call for your friend to come with you as it's so much more amusing when you're not on your own, but she couldn't today.

still, you went to your usual spot, experienced feet strolling along the path you grew to recognise by heart. you bent down, gathered a few fruits and other sweet things while searching deeper into the forest until you heard the soft sound of water dripping down.

you walked closer, senses alert and nose breathing in the fresh air around you. once the lapping of the gentle waves hugged your ankles, you put away your basket and sat down on a rock you found while navigating through your surroundings.

you let the sun hit your skin and sooth your worries away, calmly closing your eyes.

when chifuyu was alerted that someone had crossed his territory thanks to the mouths of the tiny magical beings he took under his protection, he promptly made his way to you.

chifuyu valued his space, but most and foremost, he hated humans. he hated the way they would cower under his gaze, how they pleaded for their lives and tried to harm him any chance they had.

if his life was to be painful and lonely, he at least wanted some peace. foolish people who wandered into his forest didn't know their fate, or at least took it too lightly.

he first heard soft hums, and the unnatural splash of water you made with your feet immersed in the lake.

chifuyu was prepared to scare you into running away, to growl and yell at how impudent you had been for trespassing.

but upon witnessing your small frame and catching a taste of your sweet scent, chifuyu wasn't so sure anymore of what he had to do. although he was a huge hater of humans, hurting another soul bothered him. you looked harmless and defenceless, definitely not a threat.

you most likely lost your way, chifuyu thought. he expected a hunter or something among the lines, some gross alpha who came here to bring harm to the sacred place that was the forest.

but a peaceful omega like you surely would just go back to were she came from without any trouble. he sighed and turned around, already ready to leave. that was until his foot walked on a branche, making a loud "crack" sound for the both of you to hear.

"who's there ?", chifuyu hurriedly turned his head the other way, suddenly conscious about his eyes and what they could bring to you.

"you're alone and lost. you shouldn't be there", you laugh a bit at the man's answer, not feeling threatened one bit.

"how would you know whether I'm lost or not ?", he frowned when you kept your eyes shut, never sparing him a glance. when he didn't answer, you invited him to join your side.

"I can safely say you wouldn't want me to sit next to you if you knew who I am"

"you would've already hurt me if that was your intention. as you said, I'm alone", chifuyu eyed you up carefully before taking up on your offer, smelling the fresh berries you tempted him with.

"are you always this reckless that you would invite an alpha you don't even know to chat with you ?", he quickly took his place beside you, eyes locked on the floor and hands already digging inside the basket you put between the two of you.

you simply shrug, finally opening your eyes and turning your head his way before he could even react.

"I'm y/n", he looked in your eyes before realising and felt his heart drop upon doing so, fearing you would change into a statue in front of him.

but you didn't. your delicate scent he tried to ignore kept making him light-headed and feeling calm, your smile didn't freeze and only grew wider in a sweet way he found particularly cute.

he took his time scanning your features. a real flesh and blood person's face was looking at him. well not exactly, chifuyu now understood why you had seem so fearless despite aventuring yourself in a forest known for inhabiting a dangerous monster.

he couldn't recall the last time he looked at someone so intimately, without the disgusting feeling he had the first times he realised he no longer belonged with other humans. he didn't remember when he had the opportunity to admire such a pretty face like yours, without immediately changing them into marble.

chifuyu was deeply looking into your eyes and no parts of your body turned hard and grey.

he felt normal again as he introduced himself as well, his eyes never leaving your face, paying attention to the smallest details of your expressions, the way your eyes looked around and reacted to the sound of his voice.

you didn't fear him, you didn't beg him to spare your life and never once did you turn your head away from him, refusing to look at him as if he was the most horrendous thing in the world.

chifuyu didn't want to tear his gaze away from you, not even for a second. for the first time in years, he had someone he genuinely enjoyed being with, with no other emotions inhabiting hin than calmness, anticipation and a merry scent circling around the both of you.

he didn't believe someone he met a few minutes prior could make him have so much hope for the future, and such a growing urge to stay near you, the only one who would never ostracise him.

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ALPHA! MIKEY (a sacrifice for the prophecy)

you were beyond scared shitless, tears running down your trembling jaw. you clutched your white gown in the biting cold, slowly walking up the hill with dreadful steps.

you relied on the men escorting you for guidance, eyes covered with a silky material which would have prevented you from seeing anything if it wasn't for your blind eyes.

they told you you were doing this for the greater good, to save another innocent and indefective soul from perishing to the hands of the beast who pressured your tiny village to send him a person each year. what their fate turned out to be was a mystery, but it was evident that it wasn't anything good as none of them ever returned.

the tradition was old from centuries ago, your ancestors carefully choosing a bride to send up the hill you were currently on. they never missed a year, scared of the wrath of the monster.

they did try rebelling some hundred years ago, refusing to send another one of their comrade to their fateful death. after this day, they never once disrespected the wish of the beast as they coldly remembered the terrified looks of the thousands of teenagers who were turned to stone in a single night. frozen by the gaze of the man they now obeyed without a fault.

after this came a prophecy ; upon hearing the sad news, an oracle visited them to deliver the truth from the gods above. they listened attentively as the woman spoke, affirming that they were to perpetrate the ritual if they wanted to keep their people alive, until someone with a similar curse came into this world. only then, will the circle of atrocities come to an end.

today was your turn, no reasons were given to you as you marched, the lack of familiar surroundings was enough to put you into such a distress state you didn't know what to do with yourself.

"we'll leave you here. enter the cave, you'll find your way if you follow the walls." they pushed you forward, promptly leaving you here after threatening you to keep going. you had no choice but to do so, unable to decipher where you even came from, the walk was long and tiring, you knew you wouldn't make it back.

so you followed the path, fingers running on the wet and rocky walls, silence engulfing you totally with only the soft sound of your footsteps around. the floor was soft though, almost inviting and comfortable and you soon understood you arrived to your destination.

your heartbeats accelerated, scared and disoriented when a new scent hit your nose, yours emitting a stressed one.

"an omega ? they usually keep them to themselves" you jumped at the foreign mumbling voice, deep and low. you said nothing and kept your right hand on the wall, for a semblance of control of your surroundings.

"it's not like I care anyways. you can keep the blindfold, I'll guide you to the garden" and with that, a cold hand grasped your shoulder, forcing you away from the wall which kept you steady.

you whimpered at the sudden touch, musky scent invading your privacy. he dragged you gently to an open area, you could tell it was with the way the wind caressed your skin and the shivers it sent you.

"stay here. you'll look perfect with the others. I never had such a pretty one being sent my way", his breathe fanned over your ear, you felt his face dangerously close to yours and you kept wondering how the beast could actually be an alpha and not some faceless furry thing, instead he smelled and seemed just like any villagers you met.

you were scared. you felt small and defenceless. but you remained there, unmoving and ready to undergo any treatment. what would a blind omega like you could even do against the terrible beast you've heard countless of atrocious stories about ?

"it'll be over quickly. just don't move", and with that, you felt his big hands leave your arms and instead reaching behind your head for the neat knot the other betas women of the village had done while preparing you.

your nails dug into your flesh and left red marks, you hoped nothing of it hurt. you knew you would be changed into a statue and you hoped it was as painless as he told you. you trusted his words, despite him being the one inflicting such a deplorable fate.

the blindfold fell off your face and you opened your eyes in a blink, looking up despite not seeing anything.

and he looked at you, right into your eyes, shocked and confused. "you're blind ?", he asked you with a voice void of any confidence he had earlier, it came in a whisper, almost as a vulnerable affirmation more than a true question.

you nodded, unsure of what was happening. "my curse only works if you can look at me in the eyes. but you're blind.", he repeated, as if trying to convince himself it was real, that you were real.

the man drops the blindfold to his feet, looking at your face, your eyes, impressed by how much cuter you looked when he could see your whole face.

"you're... I can't turn you into a statue then"

"what will you do then ? if the ritual doesn't work they'll have to send someone else ? are you going to hurt my people ?", your stressed out scent hit him in the gut ; he didn't want to make you feel distressed.

"don't worry about anything at all. this place is perfect. nobody will be coming here anymore, you can relax"

he was enjoying the pleasure of finding someone resistant to his curse, surely you weren't leaving at all. you were his new companion.

you're right, he hadn't felt a human touch in so long, but that's exactly why he will be extra careful with you. even after centuries he still knows how soft and fragile omegas are, he'll take great care of you. it'll be just the two of you and mikey's undefeated power. you're the only one immune, he'll scare people away like he always did, turn them into statues without even lifting a finger, keeping you in his arms while he only has to lift his gaze to erase the threat.

and he'll also get rid of all of the old statues in the garden! it's your garden now, so there's no need for such frightening decorations...

mikey is so ecstatic, he didn't feel such bliss in a while. he's already anticipating all the things you're both going to do together !

but despite his excitement, mikey still is an alpha born in such old times, so he's old-fashioned : he loves you, provides for you and protects you, and as such, he doesn't tolerate outbursts from you. he likes respect. he's an alpha, so you need to listen to him. he's doing that for the both of you! just keep making happy and he'll keep you away from those terrible people you call your family, who deliberately sent you here, even while knowing what would become of you...

but regardless, he's just so happy to be cured from his usual loneliness that he unknowingly becomes more and more lenient, accepting anything from his new omega. you're such a joy to his normally gloomy and silent day. keep talking to him, keep asking him to show you around, he loves it.

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ALPHA! MITSUYA (a strange saviour)

you cursed yourself under your breath for being such a dumb person while gripping tighter a wicker basket filled to the brim with freshly picked flowers.

they only bloomed at night during the full moon and they just smelled so good you couldn't help yourself from going out once a month to snatch them from the tricky path where they grew.

it was risky and dangerous, not only because you were aventuring yourself in such a desolated area, but also because your sweet aroma seemed to get even softer the longer you walked to your house.

you hurried along, feet stumbling through the hard floor and occasional rocks all because of your precipitation. distinct voices and irregular steps were following you close behind, getting closer with each times you missed a step while scurrying down the stairs and met with a wall you didn't remember was there.

"y/n ! hurry and get your ass back there, you know I don't like chasing a blind omega around, just come here and stop making things harder for the both of us !", you shivered from the strong authoritative voice, calling you back in an annoyed growled while his friends snickered by his sides, enjoying way too much this little tantrum you were pulling.

your tears came running down your face, feeling so helpless with how little you knew your way and how merciless you knew your fiancé would be once he got his hands on you.

you never agreed to such proposal, but you came from a poor family and they were just too desperate to marry off their defective daughter. you were handed off to a same-age alpha, a spoiled idiot who liked to torment you even though you weren't still officially his wife.

if you knew you would've met him during your outing, you would've kept your basket neatly away in a closet and sat down near the fireplace.

when he caught you walking all alone at night, the alcohol in his brain and lack of respect for your dignity led him to a pervet shout your way.

he said he simply wanted to introduce you to his friends but with the way they were all looking at you was enough to tell you otherwise. so you ran, not sure where you were heading to.

in a second, you stopped abruptly in your tracks, a forceful hand grasping your arm and pushing you to the wall before you could even react. the force was such you felt light-headed, and the horny scents of the little pack of alphas made you nearly gag.

you pleaded and cried for him not to touch you, both being the only thing you could do. "oh come on, you're making me look like the bad guy here. isn't it my right to touch you as your fiancé?"

you cried harder, shaking your head and asking him to let you go. you felt such distress it was hard to control yourself. you were disoriented and lost, absolutely confused as to who exactly was before you excepted for your fiancé. would anyone save you if you screamed ? you doubted it, considering how his family was respected and felt sick in your head to know nobody would take the side of an omega like you.

you were wriggling again the grip he had on your neck when you felt it. cold and hard on your skin, rough to the touch and barely alive anymore. silence fell upon you before you could breathe again and a loud shattering noise was heard. tiny pieces of rocks hit your feet and your eyebrows furrowed when you heard the panicked pleads of the once so arrogant alphas.

you stayed put, unaware of the crime scene before you and the lavender-haired man who had just emerged from the next street upon catching your screams and sour scent.

you tried to catch your breathe, a serie of "please no!" escaping their throats, but you never relaxed, even when the deafening silence engulfed you once again after the similar shattering sounds were heard.

your eyes were wide open, frantically searching around in the obscurity. you gathered your hands to your chest in hope to make you appear smaller than you were, to appease whoever was pissed off.

"I'm sorry they did that to you", you jumped at the calm tone of his voice. you instinctively turned your head towards him, your pretty eyes catching his unknowingly.

he felt himself tense under your stare because of how unusual it was for him to be face to face with anyone.

"go home for tonight and don't wander alone like that again", there was some distance between the both of you, his voice was far away and let you relax a little at his warm and gentle intonation.

despite his initial excitement, his eyes softened when you seemed to trust him, taking slow and careful steps toward him, his voice guiding you.

he watched as you stumble on one of the statues and mitsuya approached you with cautious steps, alerting you that he was coming closer. "tell me if you want me to leave you"

you reassured him with a soar and soft voice, sounding oh so fragile. he offered you his hand in a silent reassurance and with a gentleness you didn't expect. you took it hesitantly and he guided you out of the dark alley you found yourself in.

"are you alright now ?", he asked after a while. none of you seemed to want to let go of each other's hand. he felt strangely scared to leave you alone and the foreign sense of security he gave you forced the two of you together.

"yes, thanks to you"

mitsuya was a sweet man despite the initial fear everyone seemed to arbour every time they met him. he took his sweet time getting to know you, and you didn't expect to have him by your door the next day, your basket of flowers put back together in one piece after being torn apart yesterday night.

you kept having little dates together, secretly hiding away in the deep forest mitsuya knew by heart. he made sure to take you to the best spots, while reassuring you with soft hums and a comforting scent every chance he got.

the connexion he felt with you was refreshing and sparked in him a protective instinct he didn't think he had in him.

he wanted to make sure you felt safe and would be willing to go on another date with him afterwards so he behaved correctly while assuring you nobody would be mean to you if you remained by his side.

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ALPHA! KAZUTORA (a fateful kidnapping)

bloody screams and desperate attempts at escaping drove each one of you mad. you ran without knowing where, only trying to chase away the yelling of your people.

you tripped against the statues littered across the floor, scratching your knees and hurting your hands in the process. you tried not to think of your dead loved ones, only focusing on your survival.

he was mad, completely crazy and thirsty for revenge.

your people had failed to give him a satisfying enough offering like you always did and here were the consequences.

a real massacre.

you found your way to a deserted house and pushed the door open, you scurried under the small space of the stairs, not having enough strength to drag yourself anywhere farther.

you heard him not long after, slow steps as if teasing you. you both knew you weren't winning and it amused him.

"where are you hiding little one ? if only you could smell yourself, only a fool would walk pass such a sweet scent"

you tried to muffle your pitiful cries, eyes shutting themselves with force. you couldn't calm your breathing down when he came closer, knowing exactly where you went but wanting to see you give yourself to him willingly.

"so cute", he whispered that more to himself than you, a smirk stretching his lips.

he bent down right next to you, inhaling deeply your scent. he took a lock of your hair in his hands, a satisfied look in his eyes.

"oh come on omega, just open your pretty eyes for me to see. listen to me while I'm being nice"

when you refused he persisted, keen on to see you give in. "you're the only one left omega, better make this quick for yourself don't you think?", your breath was cut short at the revelation, growing more and more distressed at your predicament.

"calm down, just breathe for me okay. don't want you fainting on me, it would be no fun right?"

a strange fondness made his way inside kazutora's heart while he helped you reach a calmer state. your head was still kept low, and tears kept running. but you managed to slow down your heartbeats thanks to him spreading calming pheromones all around you, your instincts reacting to them without your consent.

"that's right, just like that. you're doing so well"

and slowly but surely, everything felt calm again. you reached for his hands now gently cradling your face and forced them away from you.

you felt desperate, his proximity kept your thoughts going as just how fucked up your situation was, how inescapable it was. so you took advantage of your more relaxed state to pry your eyes open, guiding them up to meet his.

he watched you silently, almost regretfully but did nothing to stop you. he was eager to see your whole face and in the mere second when you lifted your face, he swore your statue would be the only one he took with him. he wouldn't let you rot away with the others. such a scared and fragile little thing...

and yet, he fell silent as he took in your soft features.

"your eyes...", he trailed off, shocked.

you were just as confused. why wasn't he doing anything? why was it taking so long? he mirrored your confusion, was your blindness enough to stop his curse from working on you?

a wave of relief washed over him and for the first time in years, kazutora felt at peace.

he didn't have to carry with him your dead body, he could simply ask you to follow him, or even better! he was going to court you, just like he dreamed of doing. he could look at you in all the angles and you wouldn't be harmed !

how sweet life was to finally smile at him and gift him a precious omega.

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ALPHA! BAJI (a gift from aphrodite)

desperately lonely. that's how baji felt for hundred of years now, since he was struck with his curse.

he ostracised himself from society, scared of bringing harm to anyone who would do just as much as look at him. he was feared and hated, despite never wishing anything bad on anyone.

one night, he found himself on the temple of aphrodite, the goddess of love, and begged all he could to grant him his only wish. the only desire he ever had.

upon hearing his cries, the goddess sent her child, cupidon, and charged him with a mission to bring her faithful devotee the perfect match for him.

you didn't know how you found yourself here, laying down on that same altar baji was praying on just about a few minutes ago.

all your senses were alert, trying to catch any familiar scent that would indicate where you were.

but you didn't smell anything, except for the cold marble floor and the strong and intimidating scent of what could be nothing else, if not an alpha.

"w-where am I? and who are you?" your voice bounced on the walls of the immense temple, and it sounded just like honey to baji's ears.

he couldn't believe his own eyes. had his prayers finally been answered? after a hundred years all but begging for the deity to let him find a precious omega who would come to love him and who wouldn't be harmed by his deadly curse.

and there you were! from the way your doe-eyes were looking around you, never settling on anything, he knew he had nothing to be scared about.

you won't crumble under his gaze, and baji could keep and love you to himself, just like he always dreamt.

he carefully went up to you, sweet words and kind purrs. and as if you were destined, you felt nothing but comfort emitting from the stranger, trusting him fully after just a few minutes.

"hey there, that's it I'm right here. you can stay up there while I come to help you down, okay?"

baji's instincts were screaming, blissfully looking at his adorable omega. he didn't know how to thank aphrodite, but one thing was for sure, he was going to cherish you to show just how grateful he was.

ALPHA! IZANA (sick love)

izana couldn't believe it and he'll keep spending his whole life trying to ignore the deadly weapon he has in his eyes.

it wasn't always like that, it was only the result of a deity's punishment after he had accidentally profaned his temple.

and the day he witnessed the first ever person falling to his death for simply looking at him was a nightmare burned inside his memory.

he hated the curse and hated how isolated he became afterwards, how his village, his friends and even his family chased him from his hometown, refusing to even take one last look at him.

but luckily he had you. his sweet childhood friend who stayed with him through thick and thin while never feeding the thought of abandoning him like all the others.

you were blind and resistant to his curse, so your relationship never changed. at first.

the usually kind alpha you knew quickly turned bitter and tried to drive away anybody trying to come to you, just like they all avoided him.

if they thought his curse was going to make it easier for them to court you, they were dead wrong.

izana developed a growing obsession for you and a sick jealousy which ruled your entire life now. you thought it would pass once he recognised your loyalty and eventually came to terms with his own cursed eyes. but he never did and only worsened with the time, growling at you to never leave him, that you would lose your way without his guidance, that people would try to steal you because of how naive and innocent you were. he wanted to force this codependency on you and break you down to make it sure you would always need him.

none of it made sense and you tried to reason him. even when people started to yell at him to get away from here, only you stood by his side, knowing that the charming boy you once knew wasn't all gone.

but this situation only made it easier for him to keep you for himself, your people not caring if you left alongside him as long as he left the village immediately.

he comforted himself at seeing your similar treatment and grew overly possessive, only allowing you to breathe and stay pretty next to him, occasionally patching up his wounds if he had to fight someone for your safety.

"y/n, you know how much I love you right ? those people only wish the worst for us, that's why I had to do that, you understand? I just need you, my sweet omega, you'll stay with me, right?"

and you don't have a choice but to mutter a kind "of course!" with a fake enthusiasm, knowing full well that even though he can't force you to stay put by turning you into stone, he can and will physically restrain you enough that you'll never even foster the idea of running away and leave him alone.

you're the only flawless being he ever met, izana wishes for things to stay that way. you offer him stability and if you were to be gone, he'd completely lose it.

[dizzyjelly]

Stress Relief(18+)

Word Count: 2.1k

Summary: You're busy studying for college, but your gf Ellie insists you come spend some time with her. She noticed you're growing frustrated with your studies, so she provides you with some stress relief.

A/n: alr you guys this won my poll, I will be posting those other stories in order of which got the most to least votes !!

Cw: smoking 🍃, r!first time smoking, shotgunning, needy reader, smut, oral r!receiving, fingerings e!receiving, boob play, boob sucking

You stood at Ellies door, kicking it with your foot instead of knocking because your hands were full. She'd been begging you to come hang out at her dorm but you had to study. So she told you to just bring your books and that's what you did. She insisted it'd been too long since she last saw you and and she just needed to spend some quality time with her girl.

When she got all sweet and sappy like that, you just couldn't refuse. She was at the door almost immediately with a huge smile. First she'd grab your books for you and bring them inside, setting them on her bed. Then she turned around and pulled you into a hug. Her arms would wrap around your back tightly and your own came around her shoulders.

"Hi." You giggle, resting your head on her shoulder.

"Hey." She kisses you on the cheek before pulling away and walking over to her bedside table.

You noticed she was rolling a joint and you chuckled, sitting on her bed and opening your books. Ellie smoked around you often and you didn't mind. But you never tried it yourself, you didn't really want to. She'd try and convince you, but wouldn't push too hard.

Ellie joined you quickly, resting so her back was against the headboard as she took a hit. She watches you as you flip through your books and jot down occasional notes, and she notices you seem to get stuck on a certain page for a while. Eventually, you let out a frustrated groan and shut the book aggressively, dropping your head into your hands with a sigh. Ellie chuckles at this and gives you a sympathetic look.

"Hey, c'mere baby." She motions for you to come sit with her.

You don't say anything, just make your way between her legs and rest your back against her chest. She wraps one arm around you as the other one is still used to hold her joint. She blows her smoke into your face, which you scrunch your nose at as you use your hand to swat it away. She chuckle, placing light kisses on your neck.

"You feeling stressed?" Her breath is hot against your skin as her lips are still at your neck as she asks the question.

You nod, leaning your head back onto her shoulder to give her better access. She waits for you to say something else as she continues kissing at your neck, occasionally your jaw too.

"Yeah.." You let out a low whine, "i just don't understand this one chapter and i-its really frustrating.." You stutter as her teeth grazed your neck every so slightly.

"Maybe you should try a little stress relief? What d'you think hm.." Ellie gestures her joint towards you.

You considered it, but you were still really nervous. You bit down on your bottom lip before answering.

"I don't know Els, I've never even smoked before.." You were hesitant.

"What if I told you I know a little trick, it'll make it easier since it's your first time." She spoke softly, her chin rested on your shoulder now and her words whispered directly into your ear.

"Mm I guess.." You hum, nodding as Ellie turns you around so you're facing her.

Your sat on your knees between her legs, her arm rests lazily at your lower back. She tell you to open your mouth and you do so, watching her with an innocent expression as she takes another hit. Instead of blowing it out in your face, like you'd expected, she leans forward and presses her lips to yours.

She blows the smoke directly into your mouth and then kisses you lightly before pulling away and using her fingers to close your lips. She bites her lip as she watches you hold it in for as long as she makes you. Finally she removes her fingers from your lips and you open your mouth, the smoke goes out into the air between your faces.

Ellie chuckles lowly at you as you let out a tiny cough. With a smirk, she brings her finger to boop your nose.

"You're... cute.." She whispers, but you were so close that you heard her anyways.

"Thanks.." You whisper back with a giggle.

Ellie looks at you as she gestures for you to actually take the joint, eyebrows raised. With a sigh you take it between your thumb and index finger then bring it to you lips. She gazes at you as you breathe it in then cough it out, another laugh falling past her lips. She's surprised when you take two more hits rather than handing it back to her. On your third hit you don't cough at all and she smiles as she takes the join from you.

"Wow baby.. I'm impressed." Her voice is low, and you smile and blush a little at her comment.

Feeling flustered, you don't say anything. Instead you adjust your seating position so your straddling her lap, you thighs resting at her hips. Ellie smirks at this as she pulls you close using her arm wrapped around your back. Your arms rest lazily at her shoulders, your hands holding one another behind her head.

"What, no thank you? Has someone forgotten her manners..?" She whispers into your ear before kissing and nibbling ar your earlobe a bit.

"N-no, I just-" you decide not to explain yourself and instead just give her what she wants "thank you Ellie.." your voice is quiet, and she can tell you're feeling needy too.

"'S what I thought.. good girl." Her breath is hot against your ear.

Ellie knew that name, praise, whatever, drove you insane. You let out a deep, slow exhale at the name. She chuckles, feeling you squirm uncomfortably in her lap. A moment later, you lean back and hold her face in your hands before leaning in to kiss her.

Your lips slot against her own perfectly and it's not long before she's prodding her tongue at your bottom lip. Excitedly, you open your mouth and let her slip her tongue inside. You can't help but moan into the kiss as she explores every crevice of your mouth, as well as swirls her tongue around your own.

Ellie puts the joint out since its already nearly done. Then she proceeds to move and lie down on her back, her hands roaming to your ass. You pull back from the kiss to moan as she gropes you, your body weight resting on top of her. She smiles at you, biting her lip as she gives your ass a little spank. You put your hands at either side of her head, staring into her eyes.

"Ellie I... I need you.." You whine.

"Fuckkk baby... you need me?" She asks, her voice is low and rough.

"Mhmm... so so bad.." You were full on whimpering now, but Ellie loved every second of it.

Ellie didn't say another word, her hands held your upper thighs and her thumbs rubbed lazy circles onto the bare skin. You'd worn a skirt today, which she loved. Within seconds she had you on your back, her hands running up and down your sides as she made her way between your legs.

After the first or second kiss she'd place to your inner thigh, Ellie pulled at the hem of your shirt. Immediately you understood and took it off. She smiled, admiring your tits for a while before she finally leaned forward and placed an open-mouthed kiss at the top of each of them. Then she removed your bra, it was pretty which made her let out a small laugh as she discarded it onto the floor.

Once your tits were fully exposed, Ellie instantly latched onto one while her hand groped at the other. Her tongue flicked over one nipple and she'd nibble at it lightly every couple seconds. And her hand held the other one, her fingers pinching your hardened nipple. Not too hard, nor too soft, but just right. Ellie always knew how to do it just right.

After she was satisfied with herself, having switched her lips and hand between your tits for a good while, she slowly started to kiss down your body. First, between your boobs, then down to your belly. And finally, she way eye level with your cunt. It really was a sight to see, her lust filled eyed staring into your own as you could feel her hot breath between your lips.

When she finally did press her tongue to your folds, it was pure bliss. First she'd slowly lick up from you hole all the way to your clit. And when she got there, she wrapped her lips around it and flicked her tongue over it quickly. One of your hands tangled in her hair, gripping and pulling it in all the right places. Your other hand gripped the sheets.

"Oh my God ellie..." You moaned and whined, unintentionally bucking your hips against her face.

She smirked against your wet pussy as she felt you trying to push yourself against her more. You threw your head back into her pillows with a deep sigh, moaning and whining as Ellie continued to go down on you. One of her hands held and caressed your right thigh, the other one rested lazily by her side.

A few minutes later and she was bringing her free hand between your legs. As she continued to suck on your swollen clit, she pressed her middle and ring fingertips to your aching entrance. When she finally buried them inside you, she groaned at the wall your gummy walls clenched down instantly.

The feeling was almost too much. Being so full while Ellie also stimulated your clit, you knew you wouldn't last long. Before you knew it, both your hands were tangled in her hair. You gripped and pulled at it roughly as loud moans spewed from your mouth relentlessly.

"E-El-lie.. 'm gonna cuum.." You whined, your eyes squeezed shut with blinding pleasure.

"Come on. Give it to me. Be a good girl and cum for me." Her voice was all you needed to reach your high, and her lips returned to your puffy clit as soon as she finished talking.

You couldn't help yourself. As you gushed all over your face, you bucked your hips up into her aggressively. Once you came down from your high your legs trembled slightly. You laid there, your chest rising and falling rapidly. Ellie chuckled as she moved to lay beside you, your head resting on her shoulder as she did.

"Damn babe.. gonna get a noise complaint. Again." She laughed.

You let out a small whine at her teasing, pressing your face into the side of her neck without a word. She wrapped an arm around your shoulders and rubbed your arm softly. Your own arm laid across her stomach, holding her waist gently.

"Stop.." You mumbled against her, she felt your hot breath against her neck.

"Sorry, I'm kidding, im kidding baby.." She kissed your forehead with a smile.

"Uh, what about you? You didn't get to.. finish." You were offering to get her off, indirectly.

Indirectly because even after she made you see stars and left your legs shaking, you were still shy. Your cheeks still flushed red as you offered. Ellie chuckled softly.

"Go ahead baby." She nodded down towards herself.

You bit your lip as you moved to kiss her cheek softly. Then your kisses grew sloppily and more aggresive as you moved them to her jaw and neck. She let out quiet, soft grunts as you did this. Her breath hitched as she felt you trail your hand down her chest, to her belly, then all the way down to her cunt.

You smiled against her neck when you slipped your hand in her boxers and felt how wet she was. You'd known she got turned on by eating you out, but damn. You watched with a smile as her breath hitched when you rubbed small, slow, circles on her clit. You'd quicken your pace just to watch her stutter incoherently, then slow down all again.

You'd continue this until she came, which caused her to close her eyes and bite her lip while groaning softly. You loved to watch her face as she came. She was so beautiful. After you both got cleaned up, you rested in her bed spooning.

"I love you baby.." She whispers, kissing your cheek softly.

"I love you." You whispered back, smiling at her kisses and affection.

[4ragnvindr]

drunken promises, sober hearts

wc 4k or smth

Toxic. Everything was toxic between you and him. He was arrogant, self-centred, and something. Something that you don’t know how to define.

Despite his bad qualities, he was the only person you could think about even after you were the one who left him.

Your relationship with him destroyed you, emotionally, especially the break up. How could he be so careless of the fact that you were leaving him? Is he that heartless? Did he even care? Thoughts crossed your mind after you saw him silent, so silent, so arrogant, he didn’t even turn to look at you. What a jerk. What a pussy.

You let thoughts of him cross your mind as your earbuds blasted into your ears with music, the playlist you used to listen to in his car when he drove you to your favourite places.

You let thoughts of him cross your mind, as you began to reconnect with nature again. You sat by a lake, a lake you used to sit near while stargazing with him. The cold wind hit your body, causing you to shiver. As your body grew cold, you’d remember when he would hold you close, holding your hand, holding your face, keeping you warm and safe with him.

Where did that all go? Was it your fault? You were the one who threw all of this away.

You let those thoughts pass away, finding a way to warm yourself up as you dug into your bag. Taking your things out one by one, you found a jacket, it was his jacket. The jacket that looks huge on you, the jacket that smells just like him, the jacket that reminds you of him — well obviously, it’s his.

As you put on the jacket, you realised — everything you had was his and everything reminded you of him. Everywhere you go, everything was all about him in your mind.

Just thinking about that man made you want to cry and run back to him, apologising for leaving without an explanation. But you couldn’t, why?

You sat there, looking at the ducks in the lake as you were in his jacket. You couldn’t even hear what was going on around you, the music being the only thing that met your eardrums. You felt crazy, you were crazy because of that man.

As you were about to change the music, you received a call from an unknown number, but you immediately recognised the number. It was him. The man you love so much and can’t separate from. You held your phone in one hand, staring at the screen, contemplating if you should decline or answer.

Why were you even thinking of declining? Didn’t you miss him so much?

Wait. Why did he even call you in the first place? It’s been months. Almost one whole year ever since you’ve broken up with him.

You swiped the green button and held the phone to your ear, letting out a sigh in frustration, you spoke up first, “Hello?”

Your voice. The only thing he wanted to hear, the only thing he’s been craving to hear, the only thing he’s been dying to hear.

He let out a sigh, not in frustration like you did, but it was more like a sigh of relief. He had a small smile appearing on his lips when hearing your voice, it calms him down. Oh.. if only of you could see it.

“Hey pretty,” His voice was raspy and dry as his words slurred up. The background noise was also quite loud, where was he? “I’ve missed you.”

Your eyes widened slightly in surprise at his words, was he drunk or did he really mean it? You felt a lump in your throat as you thought about what to reply to his words. Your processing took quite long as he waited for your response, taking another sip of his drink which could be heard by the other line — your line.

You wanted to question what was going on there as you heard so much loud noise coming from him, him sipping a drink — what drink was it? And why he suddenly said he missed you, like out of nowhere.

“Blade? Why’d you call me all of a sudden? What do you want?” You said, trying to sound like you’re not affected by his words, ignoring the fact that he said he missed you.

Why not say it back? Why not tell him the truth?

You heard a faint chuckle from the other line, the soft chuckle that eased you down at all times when you were stressed. It was just a chuckle, but it reminded you of everything. It reminded of your times with blade. Where did they go?

Blade chuckled lowly, a small smirk forming on his lips as he heard the clear hostility in your tone. He knew you so well. He knew the tone of your voice so well.

“I miss your pretty face.” he mumbled in response, drumming his fingers over the counter.

He sounded drunk. He was so so drunk.

“I miss your body. I miss hearing your voice. I miss you having in my bed. I miss you having in my arms. I miss holding your body close to mine. I miss touching your beautiful skin. I miss everything about you.” He slurred his words, sighing out as his drunken state only allowing him to say the truths that were on his mind.

“I want you back in my life. I miss you, I miss you, miss you so much,” He repeated, completely slurring the end of his sentence. “I hate that you’re not here. I'm so lonely without you in my bed.”

You stayed silent the whole time as he continued blabbering. You let out a sigh, you decided to speak up when he finally stopped, “You talk so much.”

Blade couldn’t help but let out a huff of laughter at your response. Even in his drunken state, he still had some level of awareness. “I’m drunk. You can blame alcohol for my words. But… mmhnn..” he mumbled under his breath for a moment, his breathing becoming heavier, “I’m telling the truth.”

As you listened to him slurring his words up and being so drunk due to the alcohol, you couldn’t deny that he sounded cute, despite his foolishness. Although, you’d never admit that out loud. “You should go home and sleep it off.”

Your words made you sound like you were... worried? Concerned?

He was still leaning against his hand, listening to your voice over the phone. He missed everything about you. From the way you’d speak, to your scent he loved so much. “Mmnn.. no..” he mumbled, shaking his head, “I want you, I need you. I’m gonna come and get you if you keep saying things like that.”

Your face turned into a confused expression, with a slight flush on your face — the expression he would usually receive when he teased you. Oh, only if he saw it. His heart would’ve felt like it was on fire. How oblivious you look, it would’ve made his heart warm.

“What did I even say?” The confused tone in your voice was obvious. He remembers that tone, that voice of yours. The way you’d talk to him when he teased you. He remembers every single detail of your reactions.

He still thought about you. Blade still thought about you.

“Mmm.. you keep tellin’ me to go home, to go and sleep it off.” He mumbled, his head spinning. All he wanted and craved was to see your face. To touch you, to hold you close to him. You were on his mind, and nothing would be able to wash you from his thoughts.

“I’m not going home. I’m going to find you and bring you to my place. Yeah, that’s what I’m gonna do.” He said as he paused on every word he said, wondering if he said those words right.

You couldn’t help but find his hesitation funny, letting out a chuckle which sounded like a scoff. He sounded so foolish, but isn’t that why you like him?

“I’m outside, so have fun finding me.” You sounded almost as playful as how he used to tease you.

Blade’s eyes widened at your response. You were outside? You’re outside somewhere? That’s all he needed to hear. He pushed himself off the counter, stumbling over his own feet as he stumbled out the bar.

“Stay there, I’m coming to find you.” His vision was blurry. Everything was spinning. But to him, none of that mattered. He needed you. And he was going to go get you.

You couldn’t lie, he sounded adorable. How desperate he was to just see your face, even though he was so drunk that he couldn’t even walk straight. He was your ex-boyfriend. You knew everything about him, but you never knew he was this desperate to see you, even after the break up. “How are you sure you’re going to find me at the right place?”

Blade’s words were clearly slurred, his vision still as blurry as ever as he stumbled out onto the street. He stumbled into a wall, using it to hold himself up as he spoke, “I’m sure.”

“I’m gonna find you, I’m not going to bed till you’re in my arms.” He complained. All that was on his mind, and all that he wanted to see was you. Be near you, hold you close against him.

You could feel your face getting hot as he said those words. What’s going on with you?

“Alright.” You said as you hung up, feeling a swirl of emotions as you were still sitting by the lake, looking down at the lake, watching the ducks. You waited for him, but was also worried. He was drunk? What if something bad happens to him while he can’t even think straight?

After hearing the sound of the phone, Blade shoved his phone back into his pocket before stumbling away from the bar. It didn’t take him long to find the park, the memories he had with you here flooding his mind.

It took a lot of walking, stumbling and almost falling over his feet, until he saw you, sitting there with the ducks by the lake. He walked up to you, stumbling his way over to the lake, his eyes never leaving you once.

He stood there for a moment, taking in the sight of you. Just the sight of you alone made his heart flutter, made his heart skipped a beat. Seeing you sent an explosion of emotions through his stomach, but in his drunken state, he just felt excitement. It made him want you even more.

He approached you from behind and stood there a moment before speaking, “Hey.”

Your eyes widened as you looked at him. He was drunk. No, not just drunk, he was practically wasted. His eyes were bloodshot, his face flushed, and he was swaying back and forth as he stood there. He was slurring his words, his scent smelling like alcohol and something else, something you couldn’t quite place.

“Blade? What are you doing here? I thought you were just … kidding? How’d you know I’d be here?” you asked, concerned about his current state. How wasted he looked.

Blade was still clearly swaying on his feet, struggling to keep himself on balance due to his drunken state.

He chuckled, a smile creeping across his face as he looked at you. “I wanted to see you. You think I wouldn’t remember the place we used to go stargazing?”

You frowned. You couldn’t believe he had come all this way just to see you. Was he really that drunk that he didn’t even realise how ridiculous he looked?

But it was still adorable how he remembered the place you two went stargazing, despite how drunk he was.

“Blade, you’re drunk,” you said, trying to keep your voice calm. “You need to go home.”

He shook his head, his grin widening. “No, I want to stay here with you. I want to talk to you.”

You sighed, knowing it would be a long night. You were worried about him, but you also knew that you couldn’t just leave him alone.

“Alright, sit down,” you said, patting the space next to you on the bench. “But I’m going to take you back to your place later. And I’m not letting you drink anymore.”

He stumbled towards you, his hand reaching out to touch yours. “You’re so beautiful,” he mumbled, his eyes glazed over. “You’re even more beautiful than I remember.”

Blade staggered his way towards the bench, his movements clumsy and uncoordinated. He took a seat next to you on the bench, his body slumping against yours as he looked at you with his glossy, glassy eyes. He seemed to notice the jacket you were still wearing, his hand moving up to touch it, “You’re wearing my jacket.”

You couldn't help but feel a mix of nostalgia and irritation as he slumped against you. You tried to ignore the warm feeling that spread through you when he touched your arm, the same warmth that you felt during your break up.

You nodded, looking away from him. “Yeah, I am.” you responded, trying to keep your voice emotionless.

He kept touching the material of the jacket, “You look good in it.” he mumbled, his words still slurring slightly. “I like seeing you in my clothes.”

You couldn’t deny that his words made your heart flutter, but you quickly tried to shake off those feelings. You weren’t supposed to feel anything for him, not after everything that had happened between you two.

You shifted your body away from him, trying to distance yourself from him. “Don’t say things like that, Blade. You’re drunk. You don’t know what you’re saying.”

He continued to mumble incoherently, his hand moving to grab your arm, pulling you back towards him. “No, I know exactly what I’m saying. I miss you,” he said, his words still slurring together. “I miss how you’d wear my clothes. I miss how close you’d always be to me. I miss having you in my bed.”

You could feel your heart racing at his words, the memories of your past relationship flooding your mind. It was too much, having him so close to you like this again.

You took a deep breath, trying to calm yourself down, “Blade, stop talking like that. You’re not in the right state of mind.” you said, trying to gently pry his fingers off your arm.

“But I want to talk like this,” he said, his grip on your arm only tightening. “I miss everything about you. I miss hugging you, I miss holding you, I miss waking up next to you.”

You felt a lump form in your throat as he continued to talk, his words getting even more slurred as the minutes passed. You knew you had to get him home and put an end to this, but you found yourself unable to move.

He continued to speak, his eyes fixated on you as if he was trying to memorise every inch and curve of your face. “I miss how you’d look at me. I miss seeing you smile, I miss you being happy. I miss the little things about you. I miss your presence in my life.”

His words were making your heart pound in your chest. You tried to ignore the feelings that were rising up inside you, but the more he spoke, the harder it was to push them down.

He moved even closer to you on the bench, his face getting just inches away from yours. You could smell the alcohol from him, but you also caught a faint whiff of his cologne, the one he used to wear all the time. The one you used to love the smell of.

He reached up to touch your face, his hand brushing your cheek gently. “I miss how easy it used to be with you. I miss how you felt against me. I miss everything we used to have together.” he murmured, his words slurring slightly.

You were at a loss for words, your mind swirling with memories of your past relationship with him. His words were stirring up emotions that you thought you had buried away a long time ago.

But you knew that this wasn’t the right time to be thinking about such things. He was too drunk, and you knew better than to allow yourself to be swayed by his drunken ramblings.

You shook your head, trying to snap out of the daze he was putting you in. “Blade, you need to stop talking like that. You’re drunk. You’re not in the right state of mind to-”

He cut you off before you could finish your sentence, his hand moving up to cover your mouth. “I don’t care. I mean every word I’m saying.” he said, his eyes boring into yours. “I know I messed up, okay? I know I was a bad person to you. But I miss you. I want you back. I need you back.”

The intensity of his words mixed with the raw emotion in his voice were too much to handle. You could feel your resolve crumbling, the wall you had built around your heart cracking under his relentless onslaught.

You tried to remain firm, to tell him that he was just being drunk and emotional and that he didn’t really mean any of this. But the words wouldn’t come out, your voice caught in your throat.

He must have sensed your hesitation, because he took your silence as encouragement, his hand moving down from your mouth to cup your cheek. “Please,” he whispered.

“Please give me another chance. I promise I’ll make it up to you. I’ll change, I’ll do anything. Just please, give me a chance.”

His words were like a dagger to your heart, tearing down the last remnants of your resistance. How could you say no to him when he looked at you like that, with so much pain and regret in his eyes?

You found yourself slowly nodding, unable to deny the longing that had been stirring inside you since the moment you had seen him again. You knew it was a bad idea that you were setting yourself up for heartbreak all over again.

But in that moment, as he looked at you with pleading eyes, you couldn’t say no to him. You leaned your cheek into his hand, your voice barely a whisper. “Okay,” you said. “Okay, I’ll give you another chance.”

Hearing your words clearly had a profound effect on him. A wave of relief washed over his face, his shoulders slumping as if a heavy weight had been lifted off them.

He pulled you closer to him, his arms wrapping around you in a tight embrace. He buried his face in your neck, his body shaking a little as he spoke, “I won’t let you down, I promise. I promise I’ll make this right.”

You let yourself be pulled into his hug, your arms encircling his waist. You knew that you were taking a huge risk, opening yourself up to the possibility of getting hurt all over again.

But in that moment, with his body pressed tightly against yours, you couldn’t bring yourself to care. For the first time in a long time, you felt like you were exactly where you were supposed to be.

[kiradrabbles]

Ouuggh uuu if you want maybe headcanons (if you do them ofc) w the Marble Hornets fellas (oh just Tim if I want :3) w a afab s/o who's a volleyball player?

Have u seen their uniforms???

Ouugh sorry this took a while....... i got halfway through and my phone crashed and i lost some motivation q-q

In any case, why yes nonny i have seen the uniforms, and i do take headcanon requests!

Without further adieu...

Tim, Brian and Alex with an AFAB S/O who plays volleyball!

Mild NSFW warning!! No graphic sex but a few suggestive things said (and the worlds shittiest pickup line)

Tim:

His awkward ass!!! I see a lot of people portray Tim as this cool confidant man, but especially pre-MH I think he was a little awkward. Not quite shy, just.. awkward, as he spent a lot of his childhood in the psych ward. So that would carry over to this.

He wouldn’t stare so visibly, but he’d make it obvious he had to try not to, averting his eyes and shuffling on his feet.

I think sometimes he’d steal looks when he thinks you aren’t looking. He’d glance over, and let out a little sigh and lean back in his chair just a little bit, and you know he’s just admiring you.

how did he get so lucky?

he isn’t a huge fan of sports himself, but he’ll try his best to support you!! He’ll turn up to every game he can, make sure to sit or stand in the front row, and cheer so loud everyone looks at him and he’ll sit back down in embarrassment.

Tim is a physical touch fiend, considering he didn’t get it a lot as a child, so he loves hugs, and will probably be touching you somehow often.

the problem is, when he hugs you in uniform, he is suddenly very acutely aware of how.. much he can see of you right now, and gets all red, and won’t tell you why.

you could probably force it out of him though :3

Brian:

This mf is into it and does not hide it!!

Brians pretty much a smug asshole in canon (lovingly) so he’ll be all smug and show you off to pretty much everyone. Will not hold back on the PDA either. Will probably slap your ass in public and act confused why you’re mad at him. (Only if he knows you don’t mind ofc).

i wouldn’t put it past him to run up to you as soon as you get in the game and quite literally pick you up and kiss you and spin you around, like some scene in a shitty movie.

most ATROCIOUS pickup lines ‼️

“Hey girl, are you an overpass? Because I’d hit that” “BRIAN I JUST SAT DOWN-“

He’s canonically a nursing student, so I’ve always imagined he takes pretty good care of himself, eat well, stay fit, workout often. So you two would match!

he’d be happy to train with you, one of his love languages is quality time, and he’d get to stare at his girl in short shorts and a top anyway, so who is he to complain?

plus, you’d both be all sweaty after, and he could invite you into the shower with him.

I’m sure you can imagine what ensues.

Alex:

He was intimidated at first. I mean, look at him, he’s a twinky theatre kid, and you’re.. muscular and not afraid to show it off, clearly. I mean you could probably pick him up and throw him around, or wrap your legs around his head, or- Not that he’s thinking about that (that he would admit).

he’d stare, but unlike Bri he does NOT own it.

he won’t admit it, but he will stare at you so much. sometimes unintentionally. He thinks he’s being subtle (he is not). I mean, how is it his fault that you’re really pretty and the shorts are so short.

it’s so easy to fluster him, even if he would rather die than admit it.

tsundere ass!!! /silly

Sit on his lap all sweaty after a game and he will turn the most red you've ever seen him and stutter like all hell. he isn't blushing red though, he doesn't know what you're talking about, he just forgot the sunscreen.

Your biggest fan!!!

He'll film your games (and you KNOW mf would get the best angles even if it meant pushing other onlookers out the way). Perks of a film maker bf...

He does want you to crush his head between your thighs i'm so sorry....

[popcorn-plots]

midnight snack

Stephen sipped at his cocktail, watching the scene before him. It wasn’t much, just a few people crowded in the top deck, swaying to the last song of the night. The inky black water was silent a few stories beneath them, cold wind rustling Stephen’s hair. There were one or two other people at the cafeteria with him, one obviously tipsy and the other nearly asleep on their feet. Sometimes, Stephen liked to speculate on their stories – who they were, what got them to this point. Right now, he was too tired.

It was either listening to the too-loud music with a martini in hand, sitting alone in the cold night air, or going back to his room where nightmares lurked at every corner. Despite the exhaustion, Stephen preferred the martini.

The music stopped and the DJ shouted something unintelligible over the speakers. The tired man near him wobbled down the stairs, drunk girl in tow. Someone cursed. Stephen finished his drink and set it down.

He thought about ordering another one, but the cafeteria was bound to be closing soon – it was 2 AM – and he didn’t feel like getting drunk. Drunk meant the nightmares couldn’t wake him up. He felt a little bad for leaving Christine alone in the room, but she had always been a deep sleeper.

There were footsteps on the stairs and a voice. “Hey, Stranger”

Stephen looked up. Tony Stark was standing above him. “Stark.”

“What are you doing up?” Stark asked.

“What are you doing up?” Stephen responded. Stark laughed and Stephen couldn’t help but grin. He had hated the man for most of his career, and for the first few days of the cruise, but he couldn’t help but admit that there had been some sort of chemistry between them (after his initial disbelief that Tony Stark, of all people, was on his cruise ship). Christine and Pepper hit it off immediately and after a few drinks and meals together, Tony and Stephen had settled on light banter instead of huge arguments. For their Scary Female Friends, they decided.

“Nightmares.” Stark finally admitted. “Mind if I sit?”

“No, not at all. Sit away.” Stark chuckled and sat down. There was a long silence that wasn’t exactly uncomfortable. “Nightmares for me, too. Even in paradise, they still haunt me.” For a moment, Stephen wished he had another martini. In a moment of inspiration, he asked Stark if he wanted one.

“No thanks. Three years sober tomorrow.” Stark explained. Stephen hummed.

Another silence fell between them and Stephen looked down at his hands. He shivered slightly, the chill having finally penetrated his nightshirt. Stark sighed. “I… there’s a lot of evidence that prove that sleeping with someone–”

“If you’re asking if you can fuck me, Stark, the answer is yes. You’re handsome, and while part of me still hates you, another part of me enjoys your company and… I’m intrigued.”

Stark laughed and held up a finger. “Firstly, call me Tony.”

“Then call me Stephen.”

“Secondly, I’d have to buy you dinner before. Sex is a third-date kind of thing. I’m a gentleman, not a monster.”  Stephen raised an eyebrow, fighting to keep the blush away from his face at the fact that Star– Tony didn’t exactly deny his sex accusation. 

“Thirdly, I was saying that studies have shown that sleep quality improves when you literally sleep with a partner. I was going to say that while we haven’t been friends for that long, we've established that we both have nightmares and maybe we could give that a shot and see what happens.”

Stephen took a second to think. “Then you'd better ask me out first, douchebag.”

Tony laughed. It was louder this time, more free and a lot more contagious. Stephen began to chuckle as well, until they were both nearly howling with laughter. Tony had to wipe tears from his eyes before he could respond. 

“Fine." Tony slid onto one knee in front of Stephen's chair, cupping his hands in the air as if he was proposing. “Stephen Strange, will you go out with me and find some weird cruise ship sandwiches so I can literally take you to bed?”

Stephen pretending to fan his face, grinning. “I would be honored.”

Tony grinned, stood up, and held out his arm to help Stephen up. Arm in arm, they made their way to the food bar.

The next morning, Stephen woke up secured in Tony’s arms, never wanting to leave. He hadn’t had a single nightmare, and he started the day refreshed and relaxed for the first time since high school. Tony admitted that he felt the same way and they found breakfast together -- without their Scary Female Friends this time.

Then they got lunch, then dinner, and exchanged numbers. Stephen finally got the fucking he had talked about a week later and thoroughly enjoyed it.

Ten years later, Tony proposed on that same cruise ship, at 2 AM, and with a cucumber sandwich (he proposed again in Italy, on the Rialto Bridge, with an actual ring). Stephen never slept alone again.

Ao3

[theresa-of-liechtenstein]

i never thought i would have a more unhinged concert experience than this past fall but i think this one actually beat it in that respect

overall: MUCH better than yesterday. vibes just felt massively improved and i felt it in my playing

somewhere in the middle of a piece i straight up got my right elbow HIT by the scroll of the associate concertmaster’s violin. i have no idea how it happened nor do i know why his scroll was there but it hurt and he did not offer so much as an apology afterward. sigh oh well

we should have a system of filing onstage instead of just randomly swanning in whenever we feel like it lmao. i think that contributes to concerts starting late. however ate honorsprofessor and the graduate student insist on following me onstage like baby ducklings so that’s funny to me

boy this program really was just grueling, i operated at maybe 80% for the mendelssohn italian second movement so i could devote more energy to the dvořák 7 third movement but still wound up absolutely SPENT for the haydn 104 finale. i swear i only managed to push through by grace alone. this was probably the most intense program i have played yet

i think the only piece where we had any lengthy rest was the brahms serenade 1 movement 1 with the two 20-ish bar rests. so that was like. two hours of almost straight playing

after the dvořák tita conductor gave us a huge grin which i would have appreciated more if i hadn’t been desperately been trying to rally the troops (my strength) to power through the haydn

i got a handshake from tita conductor at the end of the concert 😭 she did not do this last night or warn the non-concertmaster string principals during the warmup that she was going to go for it so i was taken completely by surprise when she held her hand out to me after shaking the concertmaster’s hand so i probably looked like 😳 when i took it LMAOOOO

okay here’s where things get really unhinged.

i knew i wanted a picture with tita conductor at some point in the school year and reckoned that this would be a good time to ask since this is (i think) our last concert that’s just us and not with other ensembles for the year.

i kind of chickened out but ate honorsprofessor egged me on (no shoving me towards tita conductor this time though)

my parents, some of my coworkers, and one of my friends attended and i waved my dad over before approaching tita conductor on the stage and asked her for a picture

tita conductor brightened and said “yes—my best principal second that i’ve ever had!”

oh god. she is not emotionally prepared for me graduating.

anyways we had the picture (i also asked ate honorsprofessor to be in it too because. its literally the cover of the graphic memoir), and then she said to me “there’s a part in the brahms where you have to count so many rests and then come in with pizzicato. i never get to cue you there but you always come in anyway. by the time i figured out i needed to cue, you had already figured it out yourself and you have never missed that entrance.”

i was like “oh, well, i love the brahms” trying to explain that i have listened to it so much that half the time i wasn’t even counting i was just going with how it sounded in my head and then she said fervently “i do too” like girl i know. you picked the piece. you keep singing it. you made the program 😭😭

there’s also the fact that whoever wrote the part put a brief viola cue in there which makes it easier for me. but i didn’t say that

it should not surprise me that tita conductor likes me this much but it does surprise me that i rank that highly even though she’s only known me for a little over a year. fun times

sad that we may not have rehearsal this thursday but really—after that exercise in endurance i do need some good quality rest

[lastoneout]

hi idk if you're a huge kalos fan but how are you feeling about the direct

I haven't watched it yet, but ngl Kalos wasn't my favorite OR my least favorite pokemon game, I was pretty neutral on it overall. My main complaint was how annoying the map was to traverse before you got fly, but aside from that it was fine, introduced some cool pokemon and had a decent plot. Tbh for the next Legends game I would have preferred Jhoto, but eh. It's not a huge deal to me.

My real issue is that it's a little hard to get excited about it when I know how bad crunch is at Game Freak and that despite saying they were reevaluating their tight release cycle bcs like, ScarVi was borderline unplayable at launch and Arceus got abandoned the second they were done with it despite being the most popular game in years....I just have no faith that this game will be good, or at least it won't be anywhere near as good as it has the potential to be :/

I hope I'm proven wrong tho, and I don't think it's wrong to be excited about the game, something something no ethical consumption and I'd be a major hypocrite if I told people to drop any game company that has bad practices bcs almost all of them do, I just can't get hype. I was really, really hoping Game Freak would slow the hell down and stop making new games for a couple of years, put all of their focus on gen 10 and release that maybe in 2026 or 2027, but nope gotta make that money even if the games we release are falling apart at the seams and our devs are working on two or three projects at once.

And like, given the current trend in decreasing quality I'm genuinely unsure if the game is even going to be functional enough to be worth playing, especially since I figure to hit a 2025 release they probably started working on this right after Arceus came out, and there has simply not been enough time to make this game good. Plus there were a lot of points in ScarVi where I legit just wanted to put the game down and stop playing entirely bcs the graphics and glitches and framerate drops started to make me annoyed and dizzy, and once I was done with the main story I lost like all motivation to keep playing(I like finishing my dex, I did it in Sw/Sh and Let's Go and have almost done it in BDSP and Arceus, but I don't care about ScarVi's dex at all), and I haven't even bought the DLC yet. Tbh I'm probably not even gonna pre-order this, I'm waiting till it's out to decide if I want to buy it or not.

Anyway sorry to be a buzzkill, I don't fault anyone for being excited, I've loved Pokemon for more than half my life, it helped me meet my fiancé, it really means so SO much to me, so I get it, but like....I think I love the series too much to get excited for this. Seeing what Pokemon is turning into is just...painful and sad. I hope y'all enjoy it tho, and who knows, I could be wrong, maybe it will be fantastic and super polished and we can all breathe a sigh of relief bcs they got their shit together! That would be nice.

Edit: I do want to say I'm glad it has been 3 years instead of the usual 2, and I'm VERY glad they didn't announce gen 10, but unless the scope of this game is narrow as fuck and they also don't release until like November-December 2025 AND this team was NOT the same team who worked on ScarVi's DLC that is still not enough time to make a game with the scope they've been establishing as their new baseline. TOTK took SIX years to finish. Elden Ring's DLC was built on top of an existing game and it still took TWO whole years just to make it. Most open-world games take a really, really long time. Adding an extra year is great, but they need to be taking a lot longer than that between games. This is a step in the right direction, but it's not enough to inspire confidence.

[candied-mushroom]

Wrote a little rare pair Halloween family fic with Byakuya/Sakura

I originally wanted to wait until it was actually Halloween but knowing me I’ll be too tired after work and knowing me I’ll forget. I got a huge pet peeve about posting holiday-themed works when it’s not even close to said holiday (I’m the kind of person who gets pissed when they see Christmas decorations and items out in October)

Originally this was going to be Sakura, Aoi and Byakuya taking Kenji trick-or-treating but from my research dressing up and going door to door for candy isn’t something they do there. Buuut there is dressing up in a costume, parties and events at theme parks. At least from what I gathered from my own research, it may not be 100% accurate so please don’t get your research from fanfiction.

So without further ado, please enjoy Byakuya and Sakura taking their spawn Kenji to one of these Halloween-themed events hosted by Aoi.

October had hit and Halloween was in full swing, the streets were littered with people decked out in costumes and attending parties and events. While Byakuya never cared much for the holiday and only ever took part in seasonal charity events, with a son who was developing a budding interest in all things horror and macabre Halloween had quickly become Kenji’s favourite holiday. Hence Byakuya found himself making plans with Sakura to Kenji to some of the more and very few kid-friendly events and traditions in Japan.

One of which was being hosted by none other than Aoi Asahina, Kenji’s godmother (although Byakuya very reluctantly agreed to give her that title) she had been giving children swim lessons as a favour to a family friend and managed to get permission to host a small kid-friendly Halloween party for her young students, which apparently included Kenji, and much to Byakuya’s dismay Sakura insisted on dragging him along.

While part of him loathed the thought of being surrounded by mediocre parents and their equally mediocre spawns, another part didn’t want to miss out on Kenji’s first real party outside of his birthday. Plus it was just a small gathering for a few short hours before they went on to attend the much better quality events held in Japan.

At least that was the plan. Byakuya let out an irritated sigh as he looked at his wristwatch impatiently.

“She’s late…” Byakuya not so subtly complained as he looked away from his watch to Sakura.

“Aoi will be here, she probably just got caught in traffic.” Sakura dismissed.

Byakuya fought the urge to roll his eyes, he still didn’t know why Aoi insisted on coming over when they could have easily met up at the location and saved them the time. But Aoi insisted on meeting up at their place so she could see the pumpkins Kenji and Sakura carved for the season.

Five minutes later Aoi eventually strolled through the door with a big grin plastered on her face.

“You’re late,” Byakuya stated the second Aoi entered the estate, but his displeasure went unnoticed as she happily strode right past him and to Sakura.

“Sorry, got stuck in traffic. Seems a lot of other parties are happening earlier than intended.” she laughed off and hugged Sakura.

“It’s fine, our schedule isn’t busy.”

“Actually it is.” Byakuya scoffed, seemingly the only one who remembered they had other events to take Kenji to.

“Sooooo, where’s Kenji?” Aoi asked, excitedly bouncing on the heels of her feet in anticipation to which Sakura lightly laughed in response.

“He’s just down the hall. He put on his costume the second he got up.” Sakura explained with a smile.

“That’s adorable!” she gushed, eyes sparkling. “Okay, now I have to see him.” Aoi took a step forward. “Kenji, your favourite babysitter is here!” she called out in a sing-song tone.

“Kenshiro’s here!?”

Byakuya had to fight tooth and nail to avoid smirking as Aoi froze for a moment before her face dropped. “Oh…”

As fast as he could without overexerting himself, Kenji scrambled down the hall, the second Aoi caught sight of his costume she tilted her head in confusion as she looked at the thick black material of the robe and the pointed mask Kenji donned.

“Are you a bird?” Aoi inquired. “I thought you said you were going to be a doctor?”

“I’m a plague doctor!” Kenji excitedly exclaimed as he lifted the mask off, to which Aoi just looked more confused. “They treated victims of the Bubonic plague during the epidemics in the 16th and 17th century,” he explained, flaunting his knowledge and love of macabre trivia.

“Byakuya took him to pick out costumes,” Sakura explained in a whisper.

“You said you were fine with him being a doctor, you didn’t specify what kind.” Byakuya shrugged.

“Plague doctors were also seen as a warning to leave the area and that death was near,” Kenji added with a bright smile that was greatly out of place with his morbid tidbit.

“He gets this from you,” Aoi muttered, shooting Byakuya a glare before returning to her more cheery personality as she kneeled down to Kenji’s level. “You ready to party?”

“Yes!” Kenji nodded so hard that his mask fell back over his face.

Both Sakura and Aoi giggled lightly as Kenji went on ahead outside with the other three in tow.

…..

Fortunately, the traffic that that caused Aoi to be late was dispersed by the time they left and they arrived right on time just as a few other cars were pulling up and other parents were shuffling their children dressed in brightly coloured costumes.

Byakuya’s nose wrinkled. “Ugh, we don’t have to stay long, right? I loath children.”

“You and Sakura have a son together!” Aoi snapped.

“Kenji doesn’t count.”

Aoi just rolled her eyes before they went inside.

It was exactly what Byakuya would expect from a party thrown together spontaneously. Brightly coloured paper pumpkins and ghosts littered the room, cheap plastic bats hung from the ceiling, and there was a folding table with a plastic tablecloth with cartoony-looking vampires, werewolves, ghosts and Frankenstein on it. Byakuya had to repress a shudder, Mary Shelley deserved better than having the character of her book reduced to a mere gaudy decoration. There was what Byakuya assumed was a staff who volunteered for this laying out bowls of candy, chips, fruit and veggie trays and a cooler full of juice boxes. Low-quality food too? He already couldn’t wait to get out of here.

Sakura took Kenji’s hand and guided him to a small table surrounded by kid-sized plastic chairs and got him settled with a Halloween-themed colouring sheet with the other children before returning to Byakuya.

“Don’t look so resentful, it won’t be long.” Sakura reminded.

“I’m aware,” he said through gritted teeth as he crossed his arms, watching Kenji colour and chat amongst the other children. At least Kenji was enjoying this but it didn’t mean he had to.

Byakuya just chose to grin and bear it, trying to endure meaningless and mind-numbing conversations with other parents while counting down the time to the very second until they could finally leave while Kenji happily took part in the seasonal colouring sheets, childish games for cheap prizes, grazed on the spread of food and gleefully played with the other children.

“Awww, don't be such a grump.” Aoi scolded playfully as she nudged Byakuya. “I think you can endure this for a little while longer.”

“I share those sentiments,” Sakura added.

“Can you at least tell me how much longer you expect me to stay?” Byakuya asked. “May I remind you we have other events to attend?”

“I was thinking another twenty minutes-“

“So, in the real version every step Ariel takes feels like she’s walking on sharp knives and she turns into sea form.” they overheard Kenji talking to a girl of the same age dressed up in a mermaid costume, whose eyes immediately began to water as she let out a sob.

“I told you to stop reading him horror stories!” Sakura lectured in a loud whisper as the girl’s parents immediately rushed over to comfort their daughter.

“You said read him fairytales so I did.” Byakuya argued.

Sakura opened her mouth to scold him but shut it. Undoubtedly feeling the disapproving glare of the parents of that girl Kenji unintentionally upset. “I think that may be our cue to leave,” she muttered, going to collect Kenji and offered an awkward apology to the parents.

Granted, Byakuya had no doubt he would be in for another lecture about the type of media he exposes Kenji to, but for now, he was simply grateful to leave this event and give Kenji a better quality experience for Halloween.

[enchantedchocolatebars]

Late evening, Slade walks into a burger joint and asks for a burger and drink to go. The staff aren’t even shocked at his appearance with all the heroes and villains they get in their restaurant. Once he’s given the order he requested, he starts leaving out the door. While he leaves, he casually steals another distracted customer’s wallet from their pocket and tucks it in one of the belt pouches on his utility belt.

🍔 A Burger and Cola To Go 🥤

Revisited some Slade scenes on YouTube.

He's so dark and chilling.😨

Good villain.👍

Enjoy!

"I'll take a number two."

"Can I get fries with that?"

"No pickles please."

"I need a refill."

Super Burger was bustling with business one Saturday evening as cashiers took orders and met the demands of costumed customers.

The burger joint was a huge hit with both heroes and villains, as both sides needed a bite to eat out every once in a while after a hard day's work of fighting and committing crimes.

The restaurant offered a comic book-inspired atmosphere with deliciously greasy food at a low price.

A man wearing a mask and a black body suit covered in overlapping armor entered the establishment as the bells hanging over the front door chimed.

The masked figure was none other than Slade Wilson.

What was his objective for today?

Grab his meal to go.

Normally, when it came to food related tasks, he'd order one of his robot commandos to complete them for him, but today was different.

He wanted to check out this place for himself.

Having heard good things about it, Slade expects nothing less than the best in both service and food.

Due to his time being important, disappointment was not a feasible option.

As he makes his way to the ordering counter, his demeanor is calm and composed, yet chilling with every step he takes.

"Welcome to Super Burger, sir!" The peppy cashier greets Slade cheerily as he arrives. "Would you like to try our 2 for 4 deal?"

The cashier waits patiently for a 'yes' or a 'no' from the man, but he fails to deliver a reply.

Instead, he chooses to stare down the counter server with his one eye, causing the employee to feel extremely awkward.

Okay then...

He'll consider that a no.

"Uh, what can I get for you for tonight, sir?"

He hopes to get a response this time.

Without looking up at the menu above him, Slade begins to speak, his tone tranquil and tough.

"My demands are simple. I require a burger with your best quality beef topped with your freshest toppings, condiments, and sauces all packed in a soft, fresh out of the oven bun. My sandwich should be brought to me in 5 minutes or less otherwise..."

He narrows his single eye.

"There will be consequences. Do I make myself clear?"

Consequences? The cashier gulped at the threat, his shoulders starting to tense.

He's come in contact with some creepy villains before at the cash register, but this guy definitely takes the cake for most creepy.

Perhaps recommending him something off the menu might save his tail.

It was worth a shot anyways.

"... H-How about the number one?" He suggested, pointing his finger at the static picture of the number one meal. "It comes with a burger, medium fry, and a cola. It's the most popular combo here." His voice cracks, showing Slade a fictitious smile.

"Very well." The criminal mastermind nods. "I'll have that."

The cashier internally sighs, entering the info into the tablet. "And a name for the order?"

"Slade."

The employee types that in. "Alright, Mr. Slade, that'll be $10.79."

The glare that Slade sent to the employee was so dark and menacing that it nearly made the poor guy wet his pants. "O-On second, it's on the house." He finishes his sentence with a nervous chuckle.

Someone help him.

...

"Order for Mr. Slade!" A female employee called, holding a brown bag and disposable cup.

After receiving his food, Slade heads for the door.

During his exit, he casually slips his hand into the pocket of a distracted customer who is sharing a milkshake with their partner and pulls out a wallet.

It gets tucked in one of the belt pouches on his utility belt.

Splendid, he thought.

Now he has cash for tomorrow's dinner.

He'll make it pizza.

[lowcharismaparty]

I recently heard the phrase "I think he probably has a little crush on me," and it took me back to my high school and college days of crushes. Of being around people that were so interesting and exciting and unfathomably cool that you become a little obsessed with them. When they do one of the things you find so great, a piece of the iceberg that is your sense of self cracks off and floats away as you bask in awe of how insane it is that a person like that exists. When they're not around you keep wishing they were, as if you're preparing for an imagine future romantic partnership with this person.

Crushes are so often depicted as painful experiences, because the crusher just wants to say all the epic shit they're feeling *to* the crushee. And of course the REAL goal is to have the crushee also be a crusher and say similar stuff right back. But wanting a thing is actually really fun and joyous, too. Basking in how rad someone is, is an experience itself, even if it's often so easy to categorize it as just the first step toward the goal of being with them.

And of course I remember being young and inexperienced, and so confusing the bigness of these thoughts and feelings with the shape of reality. That because I felt something so intensely, it *must* mean it was real (which really meant "reciprocated"). I don't think I made my feelings other people's problem too often, but there were a few girls to whom it became clear that I was crushing pretty hard on them. No one got hurt, but these are pretty cringe memories. Thankfully it's been long enough that they're also just funny. Oh, youth! How we're given the equipment to feel entire worlds but very little framework to prepare to know what the fuck to do about it.

And, of course, some of those *were* reciprocated, and turned into actual relationships. So then, as a young idiot man, it became even more complex to determine which crushes were worth pursuing and which were something to get over and move on from.

Thankfully, if we're paying attention, we get better at these kinds of things, and by my mid to late 20's I was pretty good at just being cool. Not, like, hip, just... not obnoxious. Even when I was bursting inside with how completely astounding this person was to me, I knew that expressing such things is a lot to take in, so I just learned to internalize these bittersweet joys and simply be a good friend. Try and spend time with the person, but understand that it would likely remain a friendship, and that's still really great. I don't get to sit by the fire with them and gas on about how pretty they are, or whatever, but when you really like someone, that's not really what it's about, at the core of things. Simply getting to witness what they do and how they are IS the thing.

It's like driving down the freeway at 75 miles per hour and briefly glancing over to see a beautiful sunset or field of trees or crazy architecture. You caught a fleeting glimpse, as Roger Waters says, and you want more, but it's wonderful that you got what you could.

Anyway, it occurred to me that there are times I may have been less subtle than I think, and that the other person picked up on my feelings for them, but since I was clearly not making a thing out of it, they probably remarked to themselves "I think he probably has a little crush on me." And it hit me that the distinction between a "little crush" and a "huge crush" (as those are the options) is really about how things appear on the outside. Like, I don't know if I've ever had feelings for someone and it didn't have a huge quality to it. Sure, I'm a romantic, but excitement for another person's glowing awesomeness is not a little experience! We call a crush "little" when it's kept in check. When the crusher continues to act like a normal human being. We call the crush "huge" when the crusher is super selfish about what they (and often only they) are going through, and they stare wistfully and sigh longingly and generally make moping look drug-induced. And it's fucking lame.

But it's also *in the name*, ya know? "I have a huge crush on her". If you hear that, and you're still learning what normal human behavior involves, that sounds like permission to make yourself into a billboard of emotion. But of course your feelings are your business and if externalizing them would make other people uncomfortable, it's super shitty to force them on a room. You might as well be filling your environment with your farts. That's cool in private, but the rest of us don't need to be involved. And that's a really hard lesson to learn, when we're all at the center of our universe, and how we see things is literally how they are, to us.

So go ahead and feel. Feelings are important and necessary and fun and healthy and a lot. And build that social network of people who want to be there for you by hearing about all your frustrations and realizations and crushes. And have HUGE crushes!

But don't make them other people's problem. Let the people around you remain a fan of you, and perhaps think to themselves "I think they might have a little crush. That's really sweet."

[teconkaals]

Walking With A Ghost Chapter 6

A small emptiness settled in his chest, a feeling that had nothing to do with his injuries. Ghost closed his eyes for a moment when he understood that it was his desire to live. To be happy. For the first time in many years, Simon didn't want to die.

Makarov has a grudge against someone who is being held in a gulag: Prisoner 627. So, Task Force 141 heads there to find him before he does. A turn of events causes things not to turn out as expected.

AO3 Chapter link: Chapter 6 - Darnkess

Fanfic Masterlist: Here

Next Chapter: Chapter 7 - Downed

Previous Chapter: Chapter 5 - Nightmare

Wordcount: 4568

Rating: Mature

Tags of the fanfic (some of them): hurt/comfort, taking care of each other, blood and violence, happy ending, non explicit sex

A/N: It's a short chapter, but intense. Full of action, typical game violence and suffering. Because we have come here to suffer.

I don’t give others permission to translate and/or re-publish my works on this or any other platform (I’m publishing on my Ao3 account both English and Spanish).

SIMON “GHOST” RILEY - TF 141DARKNESSSAS BASE, CREDENHILL, UKNOVEMBER 27, 2022, 14:25

Ghost could feel the tension as soon as he stepped into the room. Price's face didn't help either: he had a grim expression and was staring at the laptop, frowning in that familiar look Simon knew so well. Something important had happened and it was not good.

He took a deep breath and approached Soap, leaving one of the coffees he was carrying in front of him, distracted by trying to find out what was going on. Simon sat next to him and looked at his friend when he snorted. John leaned over him and took the other coffee from his hand, giving him the one he had left on the table.

“Although I respect you for drinking your coffee like the barbarians, I don't need you to try to convince me to do the same, thanks.”

Simon glanced at him, a half smile beneath his mask.

“It's you who destroys its flavor with so much sugar.”

“Sugar is the joy of life, LT.” He replied with a huge smile.

Ghost chuckled softly making both Price and Gaz look at him in surprise. And no wonder, Simon didn't laugh often. In fact, he was sure it was the first time Gaz had heard him and they had been partners for three years. Ghost couldn't help it either, Soap's presence had a calming healing effect on him that he never thought possible to have again. When they were together, he felt that the wounds hurt less, that the burden on his shoulders was lighter and, during those moments, he believed that he could be happy. That he could leave the demons behind and live a normal life.

Well, everything normal for a soldier.

Still smiling, he lifted his mask up a bit and sipped his coffee. Price smiled for a few seconds before taking a deep breath and typing again on the computer. The huge screen it was connected to flickered and Laswell appeared on it.

Definitely, something big had happened.

Simon had been a bit out of touch for the past couple of weeks. Although they didn't always see each other outside of work, he and John had started spending more time together, and it had taken him off the news.

“It has to be something important for you to be here, Laswell,” Gaz commented, leaning back against the chair.

“I'm afraid so,” she sighed. “Pass it on, John.”

Price tapped quickly on his laptop, and Laswell's image faded into the background as a recording filled the screen. It belonged to a surveillance camera, so the quality wasn't great; however, Ghost sensed that they didn't need it to look good. The static image showed what appeared to be a station, or something similar, with various groups of civilians.

“What you're going to see happened a few hours ago at the Domodedovo International Airport, in Moscow,” Price commented, hitting a key.

The video started playing and the room went silent. It had no audio and Ghost didn't miss it as he saw a small group, dressed in black, open fire on the civilians. His jaw clenched as he watched men, women and children fall under the bursts of automatic rifles.

“Makarov?” He asked tentatively as the video stopped.

Price nodded and tapped again on the laptop. A photo of the terrorist appeared over the video, along with another man Ghost didn’t recognize.

“He's one of them,” he pointed at one of the group. “The other one is Joseph Allen.”

“Allen?” Gaz repeated, frowning. “It’s not a Russian name.”

“He's American,” Laswell replied. “One of… our men. A ranger chosen to infiltrate Makarov's group.”

“Something tells me it didn't turn out all that well,” Soap commented, crossing his arms.

Price took a deep breath and shook his head.

“Makarov killed him before fleeing the airport.”

“He left it there to incriminate the United States,” added Laswell. “All the weapons used in the shooting are American. And witnesses say they all spoke English.”

“Russians won’t leave this message unanswered,” Ghost remarked, fiddling with his coffee. “Makarov knew what he was doing when he left the body there. Things are going to get very ugly from now on.”

“That’s if it doesn't lead to a world war,” Soap snarled.

“We've been digging,” Laswell commented, fixing her gaze on a tablet in front of her, “and we've found the dealer who sold them the weapons.”

“König?” Ghost asked.

“No,” Price responded instantly, looking at him carefully. “Alejandro Rojas, a slippery guy that the CIA caught in Rio de Janeiro.”

A photo of a man appeared on the screen and Ghost looked at it without any interest. Hispanic. That left König out of the equation, and Simon bit back a snort. Ever since he saw him in the Ukraine, he had hoped that their paths would cross again, but it seems König’s dealings with Makarov might be over.

In that case, I'll go find it myself, he thought angrily. I won’t rest until I see him dead.

“Well, what did he say?” Gaz wanted to know. “Because I don't think the CIA has sat idly by.”

“We’ve interrogated him, yes,” Laswell agreed. “He revealed that there's a guy locked up in a gulag who Makarov hates more than the Americans. If he's got his eye on him, we'll go after this guy and use him as bait to catch him.”

“Some guy in a gulag?” Soap asked.

“Prisoner 6-2-7,” Price replied, resting his elbows on the table. “We don't know who he is, but we'll find out.”

“So what's the plan?” Ghost wanted to know.

“We’ll split into several groups,” the Captain replied. “We'll go through the bloody castle, find the prisoner, and take off with him.”

“That place is a fucking fortress,” Gaz pointed out, “how are we going to get in?”

“Down the drains,” this time it was Laswell who answered. “Our informants assure that there are broken walls through which you can enter.”

“Sounds too good to be true,” Ghost snarled, cocking his head.

“It's all we've got,” Price replied. “If that fails, we'll blast our way through. We won't return empty-handed. We leave first thing in the morning. Rest up.”

They got up and left the room. Ghost didn't quite like the plan, but he understood there was no other way, and he knew Price was aware of it. Both the Task Force, and the SAS, were made up of good soldiers who could hold off whatever Russian forces were there. Still, lives would be lost. He looked to his side, to the place where Soap was talking to Gaz, and felt a stab of fear. Death didn’t scare him, nor did the loss itself because he had suffered many throughout his life; however, he didn't want anything to happen to Soap. He was young and full of life. He shouldn't die on the battlefield. Not so soon.

He got distracted as soon as they started preparing and checking the equipment. This mechanical task helped clear his mind for a while, and he tried to keep it that way through dinner in the mess hall. His mates were talking to the soldiers about the mission while he half-listened. Simon glanced at Soap as John dropped a knee against his, giving him an encouraging half smile before continuing to speak to Gaz. Ghost's chest warmed at the gesture and he was once again amazed at Soap's ability to tell his mood, even with his balaclava on. After so much time working together, the Scot must have noticed his body language so much that he was able to tell how Ghost was. Simon smiled a little, realizing that he'd forgotten that Soap was a keen observer.

“Mind if I sleep with you today?” John asked as soon as they left the mess hall and said goodbye to Gaz and the rest of the soldiers. Ghost glanced at him and Soap smiled. “I don't feel like driving,” he added simply.

“The bed isn't very big,” Simon commented, instantly regretting it. “I mean, we'll be very tight.”

“I don't think that's a problem,” Soap chuckled.

Ghost cursed himself for being so clumsy and they walked to his room. He let him through, making sure no one saw them, and he took off his mask as he entered, running a hand through his hair as he headed for the closet.

“Do you want a shirt to sleep in?” He asked Soap. “It's colder here than at your house.”

“There's no need. Besides, I know you'd rather I didn't take it.”

Simon looked at him, raising his eyebrows, and Soap laughed.

“I don't mean anything sexual. Do you think I haven't noticed that your temperature is way below mine? I know you hug me because I'm a human stove.”

“Well, it's one of the reasons,” Simon huffed, amused, and moved closer to kiss him on the forehead.

They got into bed and John hugged him, pulling him to his chest and kissing his shoulder. Simon took a deep breath, relaxing as he felt the warmth of Soap's body close to him. The Scot caressed his hair and his chest, gently, and Simon ended up sleeping almost without realizing it.

SIMON “GHOST” RILEY - TF 141THE ONLY EASY DAY WAS YESTERDAYTHE GULAG, RUSSIANOVEMBER 30, 2022, 09:45

Ghost glanced over his shoulder to see that Gaz was following him. The sergeant was a few paces behind him, watching his six, just as alert as he was. Simon sighed, adjusted his night vision goggles better, and continued down the tunnel.

They hadn't had too much trouble getting into the gulag. The information that Laswell handled turned out to be correct, so they could slip through the drains without major setbacks. The place wasn't heavily guarded either, so they were able to move quickly, taking out the few guards there. As they neared his destination, Ghost tried not to think about the pain in his legs from the cold. As might be expected, the sewers weren't dry, so they were forced to wade through sewage for a long way, getting soaked up to their knees. So, apart from the stink, they had to deal with wet clothes in the middle of Russian November. If they didn't catch pneumonia with that, they wouldn't catch it with anything.

He stopped at a corner and looked both ways. Clear. Same as the last three forks.

Ghost snorted. On one hand, he understood that the place was nearly deserted, that castle was lost in the middle of nowhere; a grave full of living dead prisoners, people who were locked away to be forgotten. However, the ideal was to ensure that no one could find them. Not even a well-trained platoon of soldiers. The realization of that had caused his stomach to twist with tension. And, as if that weren't enough, the feeling that the mission wasn’t going to end well settled on his shoulders. He reminded himself that he wasn't in the London Underground tunnels, that it wasn't the same as ten years ago. No one was going to catch him unawares and, of course, he wasn’t going to lose any companion due to carelessness.

They were startled when they heard Price's voice on the radio. The Captain asked the status of each team, one by one, just as he had done half an hour before. As Ghost guessed, no one had found the prisoner's cell they were looking for.

“Do you think he's here?”

He turned to Gaz and looked at him carefully for a few seconds.

“Dunno,” Simon snarled. “Perhaps. There are too many cells and too many corridors, at this rate it will take us days to find him.”

“If we could find a record, it would be easier,” his partner snorted.

Ghost looked at him again and Gaz frowned, confused.

“What?” His expression softened with understanding. “You want us to find it? It could be anywhere. We don't have that much time.”

“I can be quite persuasive.”

Gaz put on a knowing half smile and followed him down the hall.  They ran into a couple of guards at the next fork and took out one of them with ease; they disarmed the other. Gaz stood guard as Ghost questioned him about the record room. The guard refused to answer, however, as soon as the Lieutenant stabbed him with a couple of knives, he quickly stammered the answers. Ghost killed him as soon as they knew the location of the room and they headed there.

“This is Ghost,” he said over the radio. “We're headed for the records. Maybe there we'll find where the prisoner is.”

“Roger that, 7-1,” Price replied. “Report any incident. Out.”

Ghost sighed as they went up some stairs. Although Gaz was a good partner, he missed Soap. The Scotsman never shut up and helped him not to think about things so much. If they were alone, they could talk on the radio, but it was impossible to share the channel with the other teams. Neither was using another: the enemy could be listening and Ghost didn't want Gaz listening to half of his conversation either.

Fucking hell.

He was sure Price had done it on purpose, to keep them from getting distracted. That hurt more than he would admit. That the Captain didn’t trust his professionalism was something he didn’t expect. He was aware that, having feelings involved, the mission could be compromised, however, being such a small team it was easier to bond emotionally. In the One-Four-One everyone was emotionally engaged. And Price the first. In fact, Ghost was about to protest as soon as he found out that Gaz would be his partner, however, he preferred to bite his tongue. It would be useless to reproach him for not being the best example to follow; reminding him how he had mixed personal and work with Amelia, reopening wounds, wasn’t the best way to keep the Captain focused. And they needed him sharp.

“It's here.”

Gaz's voice distracted him and Ghost approached him, entering a room full of servers and old computers. It had a large window on one of the walls that overlooked the corridor, he supposed it would be able to watch from inside without having to go out.

“The bastard didn't lie,” Gaz added, fiddling with a few computers until one turned on. “Okay, let's see if I can find our man.”

He leaned over the keyboard and huffed. Ghost looked at him just in time to see him run his hand over his face.

“What is it?”

“How's your Russian, Lieutenant?”

Ghost clicked his tongue and walked over to the computer. He took a quick look and rested the rifle on the table, typing rapidly. They were storming a gulag, it was logical that the entire system was in Russian. Gaz stepped back a bit to keep an eye on the door and Simon navigated through the various menus as quickly as possible.   The device was very old and it took things more slowly than he would like, but pushing it would only lock it up. And that did not interest him.

He frowned upon finding a list of prisoners and read it carefully. There were no names, which he expected, but cell numbers. He searched some more to see if he located a map and, as soon as he had it in front of him, he pressed the button on the radio so he could speak.

“7-1 to Bravo 6, located target location,” he reported. “He's in cell 720, third floor from where we entered.”

“Roger, Ghost,” Price's voice answered. “RV us as quickly as possible.”

“Copy. Out."

He got up and picked up his gun, advancing towards Gaz when the sound of a gunshot echoed through the room, impacting the glass. The bullet tore through it, tearing it apart and sending pieces in all directions. They ducked quickly, taking cover with one of the tables, and Ghost cursed. He peeked out for a moment and frowned when he saw that the enemies were wearing a different uniform.

“This is Ghost!” He growled into the radio as Gaz fired a couple of times. “We’ve hostile activity in our position. Unknown enemy but well armed.”

“Roger,” Price replied. “Do you need help?”

Ghost looked at Gaz and he shook his head.

“Negative. Find the prisoner. We’ll meet you as soon as possible.”

“Understood.”

Ghost closed his eyes briefly, took a deep breath, and gripped his weapon tightly. He rummaged in one of his pockets and pulled out a grenade. Gaz kept firing to keep the enemies at bay and Ghost moved along the table, leaning out for a moment to take a look. He took the pin off the grenade, counted two seconds and threw it through the hole in the window. He heard screams of alarm before the explosion shook the entire floor. He jumped up at the sound of something rattling on the ground. He yanked Gaz to the other end of the room just as an explosion pushed them hard. Simon grunted in pain as he bounced off a closet before hitting the floor. He took a deep breath, feeling a sting in his side, and knew he had broken at least one rib. He searched for Gaz with his gaze and held back a sigh of relief when he saw his mate move a bit past him. Ghost picked up his weapon again and took cover behind a desk.

“Take cover!” He whispered to him, leaning out to shoot a couple of enemies that had entered the room.

Gaz dragged to the other side, leaning his back against the remains of a broken table. He put a hand to his thigh, and Ghost could see the glove glowing in the fluorescent light.

He had been hurt.

Ghost didn't know if it was the result of shrapnel or a bullet, it didn't matter too much at that moment. Enemies were pouring into the room, and while they'd been extremely lucky not to be killed in the explosion, he wasn't so sure they'd get out alive.

He fired a few more times before focusing on Gaz and gesturing to him how he was doing. The Sergeant smirked and gave a thumbs up, but Ghost knew he was only masking the pain and the wound was worse than it looked. Still, he just nodded. Arguing with him would be useless, Gaz was stubborn and would fight to the end against those guys. Same as him.

Neither of them would let themselves be killed so easily.

They opened fire again on the hostiles and, after twenty long minutes, the place fell silent. Ghost waited a few more minutes before gingerly coming out of hiding. He took a good look around the room and the hallway, checking that no one else was left before returning to Gaz's side.

“Let me see,” he whispered, setting his weapon aside and feeling for his partner's thigh.

Gaz grunted and pushed Ghost's hands away.

“I'm good.”

“You've been hit by shrapnel,” Simon replied dryly, “you're not good.”

“Lieutenant…”

Ghost looked at him for a few seconds and clucked, snorting in annoyance. He took out the small first-aid kit he carried on his hip and disinfected the wound and covered it with a compression bandage. Then, he stood up and offered Gaz a hand to help him up. The Sergeant took a deep breath as he lowered his wounded leg, stifling a groan of pain, and retrieved his weapon. Ghost eyed him closely, deciding if he requested an evacuation for him. He scrapped the idea in the end knowing that Gaz would object. He picked up his rifle and walked ahead of Gaz, leaving the room. His jaw clenched as he realized his priority had changed: he no longer had to locate the prisoner, what he had to do was get Gaz out of there before he was killed. Or kill them both. Although he was injured himself, Simon had sustained injuries worse than a couple of broken ribs; however, his partner's injury was more limiting and he knew he would start to slow him down long before he was reunited with Price.

Something struck him as he turned a corner, knocking him to the ground. Ghost rolled onto his shoulder, grunting at a stab of pain in his side, and rose quickly. He fired as he moved to the right of him, heading for another stairwell. He took a deep breath and leaned out again, determined to open fire, when he felt his blood run cold as he saw Gaz lying on the ground. He held the rifle tightly and fired at the two enemies who were on top of his partner. Simon moved towards him quickly and took down another pair that came out of a corner. He crouched down next to Gaz and, without taking his eyes off the stairwell, felt his neck.

The weight on his shoulders eased as he felt a strong, rhythmic pulse there. Ghost turned at the sound of footsteps and someone hit him on the head, knocking him to the ground.

“So it was you who were shooting at my men,” a voice growled.

Ghost looked at the newcomer and narrowed his eyes at Makarov. He was pointing his gun at him, just like the guy behind the terrorist. Simon swallowed as he searched for a way out of that situation.

“I should kill both of you,” Makarov added, glancing at Gaz.

“He's already dead,” Ghost snarled, taking a quick look at his companion. The wound in his thigh was bleeding again, forming a small pool of blood under his body.

Makarov kicked Gaz, but he didn't flinch and that seemed to convince him that Ghost was the only one alive. Simon lunged at him as soon as he saw the expression on his face and struggled to get the gun away from him. He pushed Makarov to the ground, digging his knee into his chest, and fired at his escort. He fell to the ground as Ghost felt a stab of pain in his thigh. He turned to the terrorist at once. They were too close to aim the gun, so he slammed the butt into his head. Makarov parried part of the blow by raising an arm; he pulled the knife from Ghost's thigh and plunged it into his belly. Simon took the blow, however, he didn’t budge an inch and Makarov's eyes widened and frowned, confused to see that he had achieved nothing. He struggled with Ghost again, and Ghost grunted as the terrorist pulled the knife from his belly and plunged it into his arm, forcing him to loosen his grip on the weapon. Simon tossed the gun back and wrapped his hands around Makarov’s neck. 

The Russian kicked as soon as he felt the lack of air and tried to wriggle away from him. He punched Ghost in the side with his fist, and Ghost ignored the pain of broken ribs, squeezing the terrorist's neck a little tighter. At that moment, Makarov felt for the handle of the knife that was still sticking out of Ghost's forearm and yanked. Desperately, he jabbed it just below Simon’s clavicle, where the bulletproof vest met the jacket he wore beneath it, hoping it would loosen the pressure on his throat. Makarov understood that it had been useless when he saw that Ghost endured stoically, without flinching.

The Brit’s pain threshold was ridiculously high, the result of what happened in Mexico so many years ago. Of what happened in his childhood. Of what he had suffered throughout his life.

A few long minutes later, Makarov stopped moving, his gaze unfocused, and his body relaxed. The hand that held the knife to Ghost's chest slid from the handle to the ground, motionless. Simon looked at the corpse below him, and then his brain began to process everything that had happened. The pain he felt in the areas where he had been stabbed, the burning in his chest with each breath, the dizziness and weakness from blood loss. Ghost fell on Makarov's legs, on his back and with his gaze fixed on the ceiling of that place. He saw everything blurry, with black dots that covered more and more of his field of vision.

So this was how he was going to die. In the corridor of a smelly, damp and cold gulag. At the feet of one of the most wanted terrorists in the world and a partner who was still unconscious. Simon sighed helplessly and his chest protested in pain. He had a coughing fit that left a metallic taste in his mouth and swallowed hard, trying to stay awake looking at the handle of the knife sticking out of his chest. Ghost smiled helplessly as he realized that the situation was very similar to that of ten years ago, in the subway tunnels. But, this time, the bad guy had died without killing any of his teammates.

He had done well.

However, he didn’t feel fulfilled. A small emptiness settled in his chest, a feeling that had nothing to do with his injuries. Ghost closed his eyes for a moment when he understood that it was his desire to live. To be happy. For the first time in many years, Simon didn't want to die. He wanted to recover, to be able to get up to be with John and to be able to see that smile that he gave him, the one that bore his name. Simon wanted to hear him laugh and talk endlessly; feel his presence when walking; the caresses on the back when they were cuddling in bed; the softness of John’s lips on his, on his scars; the way he played with his hair; the way he whispered nice things to her and reassured her that everything was alright.

Simon felt his mask wet and realized that he was crying. He shed big tears when he realized that he couldn’t feel all that again, that he would never discover how far the door that he had chosen to go through together with John led him. And then Simon felt the weight of regret. Of not having been able to tell John what he felt, of being such a coward as to put a name to what was between them, of not having told him that he loved him. At least not face to face.

Ghost was distracted when something moved in his line of sight, something blurry that spoke in Gaz's voice. He didn't understand everything his partner said, but Simon did catch some words that told him Gaz was asking for an urgent extraction. With great effort, Ghost reached for one of his vest pockets, fumbled it open, and handed Gaz a paper envelope. Simon couldn't see the expression on his face, but from the way he took his hand, and squeezed it, he knew Gaz understood what he was asking for. Ghost closed his eyes, weary, when he heard Price's voice on the other end of the radio, along with Soap's, begging him to hold on.

Simon smiled slightly. At least he could leave having heard, for the last time, the voice of the person who had made him feel alive again.

[topflights]

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[kissitbttr]

how eddie and mean!cheerleader ‘s relationship started(sort of)

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eddie hates parties. he hates seeing bunch of horny kids’ sweaty bodies grinding up against each other, acting recklessly on the dance floor. the broken glasses spilling all over and not to mention, the sight of puke that’s making him nauseous. he fucking hates it.

and yet here he is, standing in the corner of a room with a red solo cup in his hand. slowly sipping his beer in disgust as he lets his eyes wanders around the crowd. if it wasn’t for steve and robin begging for him to go, he wouldn’t. he’d rather lounge around in his own sacred place, getting high and jacking off to some nude model from one of those centerfolds.

“munson!” he hears someone call out his name, seeing steve himself walking over to him with a big smile on his face. “why aren’t you having fun? come on man, this is supposed to be a party!”

“yeah not feeling it right now, thanks.” eddie rolls his eyes, “I don’t get how you like this shit. they’re basically going shitfaced every minute, doing beer chugs until one of them passes out and i saw one dude getting butt naked by the pool. and what the fuck is up with the drinks? this beer smells like gasoline.”

“it’s just people having fun” steve states, brows furrowing at eddie’s lack of excitement. “come on man, you deserve this! you killed all those demo bats at the upside down, you saved the day! you should be celebrating.”

“one, that was nearly a month ago. and two, that shit i went through, nearly buried me 6 feet under Harrington. and they took a huge chunk out of my guts to prove it. but thanks for the reminder” he rolls his eyes, chugging down the drink before throwing the cup away. “i’m gonna go and get freshen up.”

as he walks away, he hears steve saying something along like ‘don’t be a pussy and go get drunk, munson!’ making him smile while shaking his head. he’s definitely not getting wasted tonight. not in a place like this at least.

after 10 minutes of shoving a few bodies and trying to find the bathroom, he finally gets to breathe. cursing to himself due to the full packed house.

“jesus, can’t believe people enjoy this type of thing” he mutters, opening the bathroom door before kicking it close with his leg. “I’m definitely killing harrington and buckley tomorrow.”

eddie leans himself back against the sink, rummaging through the pocket of his denim vest trying to find the pre-rolled blunt he did. he sighs in relief when he realizes he hasn’t lost it. putting it between his lips and lighting it before inhaling the earthy smoke of the joint.

“so glad that i brought you” he breathes out, eyeing the blunt between his fingers with a smile.

this is heaven for him. being alone and away from stupid people. just smoking up a good quality of weed without anyone bothering him. the only thing missing is his music tapes and magazines to skim through. but at least he has the bathroom all for himself.

or at least, that’s what he thinks.

the door suddenly bursts open, making him startle as he chokes, coughing rather loudly. eddie quickly waves the smoke away with his hands—obviously it’s not doing anything— before sneaking the light back into his pocket before crouching down next to the toilet to put the weed out,

“don’t any of you ever learn how to knock?” he grumbles, mainly upset because he only took one hit of the blunt. as he dusts the ashes with the sleeve of his t shirt, he hears a chuckle from behind.

“at least you weren’t getting your dick sucked when i walked in.”

eddie quickly turns around, nearly knocking his head against the sink. and his heart almost falls completely down to his ass. it’s her. y/n y/l/n. standing before him with her arms crossed and a smirk on her face. wearing the shortest pink dress he has ever seen on a person. he looks up to her with eyes widen in shock.

he’s going to pass out.

“shit, s-sorry y/n. i thought you were someone else” he chuckles nervously, slowly standing up to face her. clutching the back of his neck,

scoffing, she closes the door behind her before locking it. moving to stand in front of the dirty mirror perched on the wall, pulling out a pink tube. “you thought i was an asshole with a penis?”

he laughs a bit, nodding. “yeah. wouldn’t end well if it were.”

“why?” she asks, puckering her lips to swipe the gloss across it.

he shrugs, “cause they’ll probably beat me till I’m unconscious. knowing that the freak of hawkins went to their party.” eddie keeps his eyes down, afraid that if he looks at her, he’d be stuttering like crazy

“those morons?” she points her manicured finger towards the door, eyes turning around to look at the long haired boy. “you don’t have to be scared of them you know? they have micro dicks for a brain. bet can’t even throw a good punch. you okay, though?”

eddie slowly tears his gaze away from the floor, eyes squinting in curiosity. why is the hottest girl in school trying to make a conversation with him? isn’t she dating one of jason’s goons? is this some sort of a sick prank so she can tell it to her boyfriend that he tries to make a move on her? millions of thoughts running through his mind and he can’t seem to think.

“uh sorry y/n, I don’t mean to be rude but why are you talking to me?” he stares at her, who keeps eyeing on him like a hawk, making it impossible for him to act like a normal person. he’s really trying.

she cocks an eyebrow. “am i not allowed to do that, eddie?”

dear fucking ozzy. she knows his name?!

“n-no! i mean yes! well not really. it’s just that-“ he cuts himself off by leaning a bit closer to her. “you’re dating one of jason’s friends aren’t you? if he found out that we’re talking, I’m screwed princess.”

“oh that” she rolls her eyes feeling disinterested, turning around before jumping herself up to sit on the sink. “we broke up.”

“really?” eddie’s eyes bug out hearing it. she lets out a ‘yup’ for confirmation. “sorry to hear that. what happened?”

“i found him fucking another girl in his car just last week.” she sighs, lips turning into a frown. “and as a revenge, i ruined his car with a crowbar”

she smiles proudly at him few seconds after, legs are swinging back and forth in happiness making his heart skips a beat. how does she looks so cute and hot at the same time while doing it? it doesn’t make any sense to him!

“no shit! you serious?” he laughs out loud, hands clapping as if he had just witnessed an amazing performance. “hands down, metal shit I’ve ever heard.”

“metal?” she tilts her head to the side,

“oh it just means crazy. . . what you did.” he replies, mentally slapping himself on the forehead for saying such thing. “pretty cool”

“metal, huh?” she grins, finding him to be looking a bit shy so damn cute. he’s probably feeling stupid after that thing he just said. but she doesn’t think that. she’s met more stupid men in her life. “that’s adorable. I’m putting that on the dictionary.”

he cannot believe what he’s hearing. did his super hot, long time cheerleader crush just call him adorable?? sure, she probably wasn’t actually complimenting him but it’s still the same thing right?

“so uh” he begins, clearing his throat, trying to ignore how red she makes his cheeks go. “why are you here and not out at there? not that I mind!”

“it’s getting way too stuffy out there.” she flips her hair back, tongue clicking against her teeth. “and the beer tastes like shit. it felt like i was downing a gasoline.”

“right” he agrees, pulling off a soft smile. remembering the exact thing he had described about it. “so fucking cheap too i bet. you’re telling me a guy who lives in a place like this couldn’t at least buy a decent drink.”

hearing that makes her giggle, sending butterflies straight to eddie’s stomach. proud of himself for making her laugh.

“very accurate” she responds, tapping her pink nails against the sink.

eddie learns that she likes to keep her focus on someone when she talks. and in this context, she keeps looking at him. wether it’s because she’s interested in what he is saying or that she wants him to keep up the conversation.

either way, he has no idea what to say. he blames it on the weed and that weird-ass beer he had earlier for making him feel like this.

or it could be just her, and that look she has going on. causing his cock to twitch a bit under his jeans.

“you do know that this isn’t the first time we talked, right?” he asks, crossing his arms as he stands before her, leaning himself back against the wall. “I don’t know if you remembered this but in soph-“

“ sophomore year. chemistry class. yeah you almost burned down the whole class with that experiment shit you had going on and i nursed your hand before it came out looking like freddy krueger.” she cuts him off, nodding in affirmation

“exactly” he bites his lip, trying to hide the grin at the fact she remembers at the memory. even his burnt finger. “and your ex almost killed me when he saw you holding my hand”

“oh god” she groans, hands going up to cover her face. “don’t remind me. he’s basically 99% jackass. i didn’t even know why i ever went out with him. he treated me like a fucking object.”

“then why did you?” he can’t help but ask, searching for an answer on her face.

sighing, her eyes going a little bit sad as her shoulders start to slump forward. hesitating to tell him the truth. he notices and quickly starts to apologize,

“i’m sorry I didn’t mean to pry. you don’t have to if you don't wanna.” he doesn’t like seeing her upset, especially because of him.

with a wave of her hand, she tells him it’s no big deal. “well.. i think” she begins with a sigh, trying to find the perfect words for it. “i needed someone to pay attention to me. . . I don’t care how they see me as to what, i just wanted it. i craved it. wether as a bed warmer or as someone they wanted to spend the rest of their life with. it’s pathetic i know.” a humorless laugh escapes her mouth,

eddie listens. he carefully listens to every single word she’s saying as he stares at her intently. deep down, he wants to tell her that he could be that person. to love and protect her

“but all of that, it’s because i don’t think i will ever be good enough for the kind of love that makes me feel safe and happy. so i take what i can get.” she’s embarrassed to admit that. because it’s the one thing that she has been hiding for a long time. refusing to let anyone see her weakness. even her friends,

and eddie’s heart just breaks at the last sentence. how could she ever think that? whoever broke her heart in the first place for making her feel like that deserves a special place in hell. it irks him for her to think that she’s not good enough for anyone, and how she’s willing to sacrifice her own happiness for someone completely heartless. who doesn’t even give a shit about her.

he shares the same mutual feeling when it comes to love. insecurity. perhaps even more than what she’s feeling. because who in this school actually wanted to care for a freak? he tries to cover all these feelings with a facade so that people won’t figure out how much they actually hurt him. but he doesn’t mind. he’s used to it by now.

“and i get it. it took a long while but i get it now. maybe it’s what i deserve. at least that’s what Brandon told me every time we had a fight. yet somehow, i kept crawling back to his ass”

now he really wants to smash her ex boyfriend in the face.

he looks at her quizzically, finding it hard to believe every word that comes out of her mouth.” that’s not true.” he replies, shaking his head in disagreement. “y/n, you don’t know how much of a good person you really are, do you?”

she frowns. “I don’t think so.”

“well, i beg to differ. you’re actually the coolest and most fun person I’ve ever known and I’m not just talking about what you did to your ex’s car.”

“really?” she softly asks, eyes hopeful,

he nods vigorously. “really.” eddie still could see that she’s doubtful so he continues, “i see how you look out for your friends. protecting them to the extend is truly something I’ve always admired about you. also you’re not afraid to use violence for that matter. because i remember perfectly what you did to a girl back in middle school which terrifies the fuck out of me to be honest. so remind me to never get on your bad side.”

with an eye roll, she kicks him lightly with her heel earning a small laugh from him. “i’m not violent.” she disagrees. clueless to why he thinks that

“oh yeah sure” he put his hands up with a sarcastic look, “also . . . you’re really really fucking gorgeous.”

y/n notices how he quickly looks down when he says it, almost like too shy to meet her eyes. toeing the floor with the heel of his shoe, something he does when he gets nervous. and how could he not? especially knowing for sure that her eyes remain stuck on his figure.

but he knows that being embarrassed is such a wasted emotion. so with that, he glances back at her. catching a smirk on her face while she’s chewing down her bottom lip, and he regrets it instantly.

“okay you know what, you need to stop looking at me like that, i can’t focus for shit.” he states, finger pointing at her in a playful way, not liking how easy it is for him to mold in front of her. but his eyes can't help to flicker down her lips every now and then.

“me?” she asks playfully, showing off a toothy grin as he sends her a look. “aw. you’re not so bad yourself, eddie. when you got on top of that table in the cafeteria, calling jason’s ass out and telling the rest of the basketball team to fuck off? gold.”

“I thought we’re only talking about you?” he jokes, “well, i live to please others. thank you.” he bows, hearing her giggle more at his cute self.

“no but seriously, you’re so handsome. you know that, right? and cute, funny, outspoken” she reaches out to twirl her finger around his soft curls, making him halt. “and you play guitar so well! are you and your band, the corroded coffin is it? do you guys still play?”

“w-wait” he blinks rapidly to make sure this isn’t a dream. “you remember?”

“of course i do. you performed at the talent show. singing one of your favorite song from that one metal band I forgot the name of.” she replies as a matter of factly, “i like your dimples, by the way.”

he gulps when she pokes his cheek, she doesn’t truly realize the effect she has on him. it’s driving him crazy. and how her finger slowly starts to trail down his washed denim vest, grazing against the ‘black sabbath’s enamel he has pinned on the top left breast.

“i uh” he responds in his neutral face—or at least trying— but fail miserably to hide the shy glint across his face. “i mean what i said y/n”

“about?”

“you, obviously.” he looks at her, finding the confidence in his voice. stepping a bit closer towards the girl.“you’re good enough. for everything and for anyone. especially for the kind of love that you’ve been longing for. please don’t let him or anyone at all tell you differently. you deserve everything good”

her heart begins to melt after hearing the genuineness laced in his tone. never once did she ever hear that coming from a guy’s mouth, even the guys she used to date. and to see eddie’s eyes looking deeply into hers as if he’s looking for some sort of certainty just makes her want to pull him in for a kiss.

it’s like he’s refusing to look away until she knows that she’s good enough.

“you mean that?” she hopefully asks, seeing him nod. “you’re so …. sweet, eddie.”

“yeah well i try” he laughs softly, shrugging his shoulders. “another thing, you’re crazy fucking sexy. the fact that you’re the only cheerleader who cut her skirt shorter than the rest just seems badass. but I’m not a pervert okay! i just happen to be observant. so obvious every time i see you perform.”

“oh my god” she throws her head back in laughter, trying not to let his words affect the rhythm of her heartbeat. when in reality, the moment he spoke to her, she has been trying to keep a subtle composure. “you thought of me then?”

the cute voice when she asked the question, nearly draws his knees down to the floor. he’s starting to love the comfort and safe space she gives him. something that he has been searching for in a while. a long while

“i think everyone in this school has. you’re like a walking dream. every single guy i know wants to be with you.” he blurts out, stepping closer towards her but just enough to leave a space between them. “can you do something for me, y/l/n?”

“ and what’s that?” she smiles graciously at him, crossing her legs together

“promise yourself that you won’t go back to him? promise yourself that you will no longer sacrifice your own happiness for anyone that ever does you wrong”

with that, she turns speechless. but for a good reason. she has only spent less than an hour with him and yet, he cares about her like he has known her forever. it seems like eddie genuinely cares about her, especially her feelings.

eddie wants nothing but the best for her and it makes her feel so. . . good and warm on the inside. now, she’s no mind reader, but something tells her that eddie munson is not a bad person. he’s not manipulative like 99% of the male population in school.

this is the man that the whole town painted as a satanic cult leader?

“oh eddie“ she inhales a sharp breath, lips pouting at how adorable he looks. do his eyes have always been that chocolate?“i promise.”

he puffs out a breathe of relief. “good. you deserve more than whatever that asshole could give you.” his fingers softly tucking a hair behind her ear, grazing his knuckles gently against her bare arm. “now, I think we’ve been cooped up in this bathroom far too long. let’s go back to the party shall we?”

he unlocks the door, ready to go back out there but not after he lets her leave first. because eddie doesn’t want to risk anyone catching the two of them being together.

“actually” he hears her say, jumping off the sink before looking up at him. eyes glinting with excitement. “wanna grab some eats? we can go to a diner and order some burgers and fries, perhaps some pretzels too. I’m not supposed to eat carbs till next week but I’m fucking starving.” she groans, her stomach grumbling,

“you asking me out or what, princess?” he asks cockily, arms crossed. seeing her intertwining her own hands while giving a small shrug,

“maybeee” she sings, giving him a subtle wink before reaching out to grab his hand. “come on, do you want to or not? scratch that, i know you do. this fucking party blows. so let’s go!”

he chuckles when she grips his hand—almost possessively—while guiding him out of the bathroom. then he stops after realizing what she’s doing. his eyes searching around to see if anyone sees them yet, making her turn to him with a confused look.

“what’s wrong?”

“people will notice,” he mumbles to her, “and jason wouldn’t like it if he saw this.” eddie gestures their interlock hands

“oh wow, look at how much i gave an actual fuck" she sasses in a monotone voice. "listen, i’ve kicked jason’s balls before, twice. i would kick some more of his friends’s if i have to. they can stare all they want.” her tone sounds threatening, but she does it only to let him know that no one is going to hurt him, “plus I’m starting to like you eddie. and you are not going anywhere from now on. that’s facts.”

he swears if god is really up there, he needs to thank him for creating an angel like herself. who’s willing to beat someone up for him. he’s never had that before. he doesn’t think even his friends are willing to do that.

and when she mentioned about her liking him? yeah, that’s enough for him to follow wherever she wants to take him. he just hopes that this thing between the two of them could turn into something good.

with a smile, eddie extends his other hand. “lead the way then, beautiful.”

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i know this is too simple but I didn't want to overcomplicate it. hope you guys like it!

[heartylunalys]

Hey there, Can you write Andrew! Peter Parker x reader

Reader has a huge crush on Peter and also best friend of Peter.... Also the big fan of Spiderman, she often gushes to Peter about Spiderman....

He teases the reader that she's in love with Spiderman Reader being shy, she denies it.... One night, while stargazing in terrace of her apartment....

Spiderman shows up and spends some quality time her... And he teases her love for spiderman.... Peter accidentally tells her nickname, she understands that Peter was Spiderman....

She removes his mask and confess her feelings for him and turns around.... Peter pulls her to him using his webs and have the Web sling kiss like in Amazing Spiderman 1

So sorry, if it's too long!!!!

It took me so much time, I’m sorry! Hope you like it.

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Genre: fluff

Warning: a bad word, ooh lala

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“Y/n I can’t believe you have so much spiderman’s merch!” Your best friend Peter said, laughing as he helped you tidy your room and reorganize it.

“You don’t understand, he’s just… amazing ok?” You said, slightly embarrassed. Peter was always making fun of your admiration for the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man. It was not mean of course, Peter only teased you a little bit but you couldn’t help but feel embarrassed and wanting to hide for the rest of your life every time he joked about that.

“Oh amazing? So cute,” he smiled, and you slightly pushed him but his arms quickly found your waist, before he fell on your bed. You were now on top of him, trying your best to act completely normal.

“Stop making fun of me Peter,” you managed to say even though your heart was racing.

“Oh I’m sorry lady bug, I’m so sorry,” he was out of breath but his fingers seemed to plant themselves even deeper in your waist.

“Lady bug, seriously?” You asked, trying to contain your laughs.

“Yes, since you have a massive crush on our friendly neighborhood bug, you’re now lady bug” he smiled before sitting and that’s when you finally decided to sit next to him.

“You’re not the best at finding nicknames Pete” you smiled at him.

“Yeah yeah whatever, he kissed your forehead, I have to go lady bug but we see later,” his cute smile made you blush slightly. He was your bestfriend so you felt so bad to like him more than that, but you couldn't help it, not when he smiled or laughed and it sounded like music to your ears, not when his eyes lited while he was talking of his passions, not when he did nerdy things, not when he wa just him. However, Peter was your bestfriend and you were happy with this fact.

You didn’t really have a lot of friends beside Peter, so when he wasn’t here, you often stayed alone in your room, reading, playing music or listening to it. Tonight, the stars and the moon were beautiful. The sky was deep blue and the white lights decorating it were shining brightly. You decided to stay on your balcony to watch the beauty of the sky while listening to the playlist Peter made you.

However, something crashing just next to you perturbed your serenity.

“What the fuck?” you screamed ready to hit the stranger with your phone when you suddenly recognized the red and blue costume.

“Wow, sorry beautiful, Spiderman laughed before standing up, I think you know my name, a friend of yours told me you were quite a fan of me”, even if you couldn’t see his face you could hear the smirk in his voice.

“I can’t believe that Peter knew you this whole time and didn't even tell me” you sighed but were so happy to finally talk with the hero you liked so much.

“Yes he knows me really well, he took some pictures of my heroics”.

You stayed with him all night, talking about everything and anything, watching the stars, making him discover your favorite music, books, films and finally your huge collection of Spiderman’s merch.

“You really are in love with me right?” you hit his arms and he laughed, a melodious laugh.

“After all, you are amazing so how can I stop myself?” you timidly smiled at your own sentence.

“I am amazing, you're right lady bug”, the silence after his words made you two realize.

“Peter?”, you asked, unsure of you. Spider Man stood up once more, ready to go, not even bothering to answer you. He could have lied to you and said no, but lying to you was too difficult for him. Before he could shoot his webs on the building in front of yours, he felt the light wind caressing his face, you had taken off his mask, you could see him now , Peter, the boy you loved so much.

“Deep down, I always hoped it was you, that’s why I admired Spider Man so much, I was projecting your kindness, your intelligence and your strength in him. I loved him because I loved you Peter. I promise you I’ll never tell anyone who is hidden under the mask, I needed to know who I loved, I needed to know who you really are deep down Peter, I’m sorry.” You were now facing your window, opening it to go into your room, ready to lose your best friend.

Suddenly, you felt something grabbing your waist and pulling you backwards. Peter’s webs. You were now in front of him and his pretty smile that you loved so much, his hair was slightly flying in the wind and his hand found your cheek.

“Shut up, I love you too y/n” his lips pressed on yours, you felt like you were, for the first time not empty, like his soft lips were the missing thing in your life. Your kiss was radiating the love you had for each other and the stars were watching you, like you were now the lights of the night.

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I created this blog to allow black girls to feel more comfortable with reading x reader, as a black person I saw how much we weren’t really represented in the fanfic community

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This is my work, please don’t repost it, translate it or take it without my permission.

Published the 05/06/2022

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hey! could i request a prosciutto x female reader scenario where she comes back from a mission clearly hurt and panicked, and is afraid that her crush, prosciutto, is going to scold her so she tries to hide it and fake being well (while not being very good at it)

lots of fluff in the end pros takes care of her.. feel freed to add some things if you want to

I Could Never Be Mad At You

AN: This is probably the longest fanfic I have ever written. This ended up being more of a La Squadra x Reader than just Prosciutto but I hope you like it! Under the cut for length. 

You opened the door to La Squadra’s hidden base as quietly as you could. You poked your head around the door to make sure no one was there. Luckily it seemed as though everyone was doing their own thing.

You stumbled through the door while holding your side. You do not know how this happened. You were always so good on missions. You took down enemies left and right. Even Risotto was impressed by your skill.

Sadly, today was the day your winning streak came to an end. You didn’t kill your target, he got away. You felt guilty and nervous. This was going to set the whole team back a pay check, Risotto would have to go out of his way to clean up the mess you made and the other members would probably hate you for at least a month. The one thing you were most scared about was Prosciutto scolding you. You had a feeling he was going to extremely be disappointed and that was the last thing you wanted.

The pain you felt was insane. Everything hurt and you felt like you were on the verge of passing out. You just needed to make it to your room. You kept a secret med kit in there for situations like this.

After stumbling around you finally made it to the door of your room. You reached out to open it when someone appeared behind you. It was Pesci.

“Oh Y/N! You’re back. I didn’t even hear you come in,” he said in a happy tone. From where he was standing he couldn’t see the wounds on your body.

You hummed in response hoping that would be enough for him to leave you alone. You always talked to Pesci. Out of all of La Squadra you were by far the nicest to the boy.

Pesci could tell something was wrong when you didn’t face him with a bright smile like you normally do. “Y/N? Are you ok?”

The room began to go black. You could feel yourself losing consciousness. Before you could respond you felt your head fall back with the rest of your body.

Pesci quickly caught you before you hit the ground. He immediately saw the huge amount of blood covering your stomach. Your arms and legs were covered in gashes. Your head was bleeding and you had a black eye.

Pesci screamed at the sight of your unconscious, bloody, body in his hands. Your eyes fluttered open at the sound.

“Don’t…. tell….. Prosci-” Those were your last words before you passed out again. Of course that didn’t matter now. Pesci screamed and when something happened to him Prosciutto was always the first to show up.

Prosciutto ran to you both. “What happened,” he yelled. He saw Pesci holding what looked to be a girls body.

Pesci face was pale and it looked the most frightened Prosciutto had seen. “Fratello! Help!” Pesci moved so his brother could see what happened.

Prosciutto felt his heart stop. He was a man who stayed calm under pressure, the man who always had a plan, one of the best gang members Passione had ever seen. In this type of situation he would just yell at whoever got hurt to step up their game, patch up their wounds and hand them over to Melone so he could handle the rest. He would later come in to apologize for yelling, tell them he was proud of them and all of that other good stuff.

Now was different. Now it was you. His one weakness. The woman who he would do anything for. The one person he cared about the most.

“Fuck,” he muttered under his breath. “Pesci stay with her!” Prosciutto ran off to grab one of the medical kits.

“It’s gonna be okay Y/N just stay with us,” Pesci said. He was trying to be brave but the worry in his voice was clear. Prosciutto showed up again. He opened the door to your room and threw the med kit inside.

“Come on Pesci grab her feet, we’re going to put her on her bed.” The two boys easily carried you into your room and gently placed you down.

Prosciutto opened the medical kit and ordered Pesci to go tell Melone what happened. Once the younger boy left Prosciutto began to take off your clothes. He hoped one day he would see you undressed but he did not want it to be like this. Your unconscious body still laid on the bed now in just a bra and underwear.

Now that you were undressed Prosciutto could see all of the wounds you received. The most concerning one was on your stomach. You had been stabbed by something and by the looks of it you opened the wound more by moving.

Prosciutto was not the healer of the team by any means. He knew how to fix simple wounds and he was better at it then others but he didn’t even know where to begin with your wound.

Thankfully Melone was here at base today. He ran to the room with more medical supplies. “Move out of the way,” Melone ordered. Prosciutto did what he asked.

He began to get to work on your wound. Your injury brought a lot more attention to yourself then you would’ve liked. Soon enough the whole entire team was inside the room. There was lots of What happened? Is she ok? And many swear words beginning used.

“Everyone shut up! Risotto and Prosciutto stay here, the rest of you get out now,” Melone shouted. He was never one to lose his temper, that was Ghiaccio’s job. The more La Squadra yelled the more nervous Melone got, he did not want shaky hands while trying to keep you alive.

The whole room went silent and Melone continued his work. Everyone he ordered to leave left. They all sat outside your door waiting until they could come back in. Their “whispering” was incredibly loud but they were really trying their best to behave well.

Melone called Risotto over. “Try to see if you can stop all the iron from leaving her body.” The leader did as he was asked and activated his Stand. Prosciutto stood in the corner of the room waiting for commands from Melone, Risotto used his stand until the purple haired man was finally able to sew up the wound. 

After many hours the job was finally completed. Your body was cleaned of dried blood and all the cuts were bandaged up. Risotto slipped off his coat and very gently moved you into it. He had a feeling you would be upset if you woke up and were indecent. Melone cleaned up the room and put away the remaining medical supplies.

Risotto, Melone and Prosciutto left the room. They walked into the hallway and saw all the other men at their feet. They all stood up and faced Melone.

“Y/N is still unconscious. She was badly injured on her mission but we do not know how. Once she wakes we will figure out what happened. For now she just needs to rest. I fixed her up better than any doctor could, I promise you all she’ll be fine.”

The men all let out a sigh in relief. “Can we go see her,” Formaggio asked.

Melone shrugged. “I need to watch over her for the night to make sure nothing bad happens. If you wanted to I suppose you could stay in the room too. But you must be quiet.”

“I’ll spend the night with her too,” Prosciutto said. There was no way he was going to leave you alone in your current state.

“Ok! Does anyone else want to stay with us,” Melone asked.

“I do,” the whole group said in unison. They might be a group of deadly assassins but there was no denying how much they loved and cared for their teammates.

Melone let out a small laugh. “I’m afraid the room is too small for that.” Seems like Melone forget his friends are stubborn as all hell and don’t take no for an answer.

So everyone stuffed themselves into the room. Most of them laid on the floor. Only ones in chairs were Melone, Prosciutto and Risotto. Everyone tried their best to stay awake but it was so late at night and the stress had token a lot out of them. Even the three boys in chairs were beginning to get sleepy. Eventually everyone fell asleep except for Prosciutto. One of the most lovable qualities about Prosciutto is his will power. For a split second he heard a whine that sounded like yours. His eyes snapped open and he jumped out of his chair. He ran to your bedside.

“Y/N? Y/N are you awake,” Prosciutto asked desperately. There was no response. He felt tears prick his eyes. Was he really so in love with you that now he’s hearing your voice in his head?

“Where….. where am I,” you asked in a weak voice. The biggest smile appeared on Prosciutto face. You were alive, you were ok. “Your awake….” he cried loudly.

At the sound of the sudden commotion the whole team woke up. Illuso turned on the lamp next to him. “What the hell is going on?”

“Di Molto she’s ok,” Melone exclaimed. He ran up next to you. The rest of the team sprung up along with him to come see you.

“Don’t scare us like that,” Ghiaccio said. The whole team was very happy to see you awake. They began asking you questions left and right and trying to talk to you.

Prosciutto noticed how confused you looked. “Everyone get out. Y/N needs some time to collect her bearings.”

The whole team grumbled but did as they were told. “Feel better Y/N,” you heard Formaggio yell before he got the door slammed on him.

You tried to sit up but Prosciutto quickly stopped you. “Don’t do that, you could hurt yourself more.”

You hummed and refused to look him in the eyes. This was so embarrassing. You got so hurt you passed out and caused all of your friends to worry about you.

“Y/N, what happened on the mission,” Prosciutto finally asked.

“There was a Stand User and a group of men with him. His Stand nullified all Stand attacks. I just had to fight with my fists. They all had knives...”

Prosciutto sighed. It was no secret that you were the weakest of the group physically. You could handle one person of your size but nothing else. He should’ve been the one to go on that mission. Prosciutto was fairly strong and had perfect aim with his gun, if he was on the mission it would’ve been finished in no time.

“I’m sorry Y/N. I know you tried your best. From now on we’ll always send you out with a partner. You can be with me and Pesci, no one will hurt you then. At least those fucking bastards are killed now.”

You gulped. “A-about that….” You felt tears forming in your eyes. “I failed the mission, I couldn’t kill the target.”

Prosciutto eyes went wide. What? How did you fail a mission? That’s never happened and he was sure it never would. “Are you saying that those men who hurt you are still out there alive?”

You sadly nodded. “Prosciutto please don’t be mad. I’m so sorry, I’ll do anything to make it up to the team and you.”

He patted your head. “Dolcezza, I’m not mad at you.” He gave you a loving smile and kissed your cheek. “I’ll be right back, stay here.”

The nickname and the kiss left you too flustered to do anything. Your crush just kissed you and acted like it was nothing!

While you flipped out over the kiss Prosciutto was angrily stomping to the main room. He slammed open the door. The boys looked to him and asked what happened.

“Their still alive. Y/N couldn’t finish the mission. The sick assholes who hurt my girl are still out there. Get them.”

The team usually takes their orders from Risotto. Prosciutto has never sent anyone on a mission. Right now though things were different.

Risotto stood up. “I’ll go.” Ghiaccio stood up too. “I’m coming with you. I don’t want any of those mother fuckers to be alive by the end of the night.”

Prosciutto was very happy that those two men were going. He knew they would give the target what they deserved. The blond headed back to your room and the other members waited for their turn to see you.

He saw you crying. “No no, don’t cry Bella. I promise you no one is upset with you.”

You choked on your sobs. “But I heard yelling and doors slamming.”

He grabbed your hand and gently rubbed it. “They were just excited to get their revenge on the people who hurt you, that’s all.”

Prosciutto had never been this gentle with anyone ever. He was treating you like a glass that could be broken at any minute.

You couldn’t fight the blush that was creeping onto your face. Prosciutto noticed it and gave you another kiss. “I’m very proud of you Y/N, as a teammate and as your lover.” For the rest of the night Prosciutto never once left your side. He was going to be there for you no matter what.

[moonybeam-lupin]

Loving Boyfriend

( George Weasley x Fem!Reader)

A/n: between you and me, I have no idea how to write. But still when a scene like this comes to my mind, i feel like writing it down.let me know if you like it.

**Do not post my stories anywhere**

The buzzing noise of the corridor consumed you as you look for a familiar set of brown eyes. You've looked for him almost everywhere, the great hall, in his dorm, as the library is out of question you didn't bother to check there. But he is nowhere to be found. As it is Friday, he was done with his classes by noon. So at this time he was supposed to wait for you in the great hall.

After looking for an extra 7 minutes you see him sitting on the railing on the edge of the corridor. The soft sunlight is hitting his ginger hair, hand and the side of his face, it made him look absolutely glorious.

He was faced the other way, leaning back on the wall, one foot on the railing and the other one resting on ground inside of the building. It was surprising how easily you can detect him without seeing his face, even though he literally has an identical twin.

You sprint over to him and tapped on his shoulder. He turned his head towards you and looked up. His lips turned into a huge grin.

"Hey you!" George said taking your right hand on his still sitting on the railing. "I've been looking everywhere for you Georgie. Why are you here?" You huffed.

" M'sorry darlin', my idiot brother told me to come here earlier. Said he had something to show. Guess he forgot his own plans." He said as he wrapped his other arm around your waist and pulled you closer so his chin was almost touching your chest. You smiled and with the back of your other hand you stroked George's cheek. He closed his eyes, relaxed into your touch and let out a sigh. "That sure sounds like Fred" he smiled at your response.

"So, how was your day baby?" George asked.

"It was okay, Snape was very irritating though, then again when isn't he like that. What about you?". "Nothing special really. Fred and I put a bucket of chilled water above Filch's door. That's about it. Missed you though." He looked at you with puppy dog eyes and and jutted his bottom lip out like a crying baby.

You tried to suppress you smile and rolled your eyes at him. "Such a flirt", you said as you held his chin between your pointer finger and thumb and bent down to kiss him. He responded eagerly.

When you separated, your fingers were still on his chin, stroking it. He said "Let's go on a date tonight, love. It's Friday night and it's been a while since we've last spent any quality time. We'll walk around hogsmead and I'll buy you chocolate". "Mmm such a loving boyfriend. I'm a lucky girl." You said with a cheeky smile and bent down to kiss him again.

He smiled into the kiss ." What can i say, my girlfriend requires extra attention" he winked at you. You swatted at his shoulder and murmured a little smartass.

He chuckled, standing up. Wrapped his arm around your shoulder and took you to his side . You leaned on to his chest and started walking. He kissed the top of your head as you both walked towards the Great hall.