#took a bit to get used to but eventually i got into the swing of it since the work space on this is a bit smaller than my old one

[cathalbravecog]

first thing i drew on my new tablet to test it out is the tv beast themselves

[rayaverra]

Love Amidst the Noise // Luke Castellan

pairing: luke castellan x fem!reader

genre: fluff (i guess)

summary: you get a little overexcited while talking, and your friends find it annoying. When Luke finds you sad and quiet, he comforts you.

warning(s): none

wc: 654

notes: this actually happened to me in real life, so shout-out to my best friend for his kind words :')

english is not my first language, so there may be mistakes.

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"And we visited this museum when my dad took me on a trip to Boston, and the art there was just amazing! So many different types of paintings... all these vibrant colours that matched... and the amount of detail..." You were sharing your winter experience with your friends, feeling passionate about the art. Now that summer break had started and you were back in camp, you were excited to share all your latest stories, but none of your friends seemed to really care.

"Yeah... yeah... we get it! Your father took you to see some old paintings," one of them said, rolling their eyes, and soon afterwards everyone else joined.

"Yeah, who cares about some old paintings that all look the same anyway?" Another one added, and your smile suddenly faded, feeling sad that they spoke like that about something you cared so much about.

"And you've been talking about it for almost an hour! Don't you let anyone else speak?" And with that, you closed your mouth, feeling unwanted; you didn't say anything for the rest of your friends conversation.

Later that day, you were sitting on your cabin's table earlier than everyone else, not being in much of a mood. You started to wonder if everyone thought the same as your friends. You knew that sometimes you talked too much, but you couldn't control it. Did everyone in camp think you were annoying?

A familiar figure approached you. At first, you didn't turn to see who it was, but soon you realized it was your dear friend from the Hermes cabin, Luke Castellan.

He noticed your unusual silence and your worried expression. "Hey, is everything okay?" He asked gently.

"Fine..." You said, avoiding his gaze. And that, with the fact that you replied without using many words, like you always liked to explain the details, made him curious as to who got you sad. Deep down, he was also slightly angry that someone would hurt his best friend like this.

"Come' on, I know you better than that." He smiled softly, reaching across the table and gently holding your hand. "You can tell me everything, you know."

You hesitate for a bit, feeling a lump form in your throat. "Do you ever find me annoying?" You eventually blurted out, surprising both Luke and yourself.

He furrowed his eyebrows, looking genuinely puzzled. "Annoying? Not at all! Why would you think that?"

You signed, looking into his filled-with-kindness blue eyes, giving him a weak smile. He was so gentle with you that it warmed your heart.

You sighed, finally deciding to share the weight on your shoulders. "My friends, they... They always complain about me talking too much and never let me finish."

Luke's expression shifted from confusion to understanding. "You're not annoying, not to me. I love how you light up when you talk, how your eyes sparkle. Your enthusiasm is one of the things I adore about you."

Your heart warmed upon hearing his comforting words. You realized that you had found someone who appreciated you for who you were.

"Don't let them get to you. You're amazing just the way you are, and anyone who can't see that doesn't deserve your energy." He said, moving a strand of your hair behind your ear. You smiled, remembering how fun it was when you explained to Luke the history of each painting, and him listening intensively.

"Thank you, Luke." You smiled, moving closer, sniffing a little, and resting your head on his shoulder after giving him a hug.

"Can you tell me about that painting with that couple on a swing again?" Luke asked, and you blushed, nodding your head and starting to tell him about the famous Cot's painting.

In that moment, the weight lifted, and you felt a newfound strength. As you continued your conversation, you found solace in Luke's understanding, grateful to have someone who valued every word you shared.

[cipheress-to-k-pop]

Hello, Happy Holy Ramadan. I know your request box is closed, but when your request box is opened, can you make this request? if it doesn't bother you, could you do Long Ramadan headcanons for Damian Wayne and the reader? I saw your Damian wayne x muslim reader post before. And I thought it was appropriate to ask you this. If this request bothers you, feel free to ignore it. Have a nice day 🩷🩷🩷🤚

Ramadan HCs

Muslim!Damian Wayne x Muslim!Reader

hey there sweetheart and Ramadan Mubarak <3! firstly i'm so sorry that it took me so long to respond to the ask! im ashamed it took me a year honestly. requests are closed but i still wanted to be able to write for this because we obviously need more muslim representation and also the last time i posted the muslim hc for damian there were just so many of the readers who texted me or sent asks or commented saying that they really appreciated the representation

anyways i wasn't sure if i was going to respond or not because it has been a year but since it is currently Ramadan and it's going to end very soon I figured why not

Thank you for being so respectful in your ask, I really appreciate it and I hope you like it. Hope you have a very blessed Ramadan and wishing everyone a lot of health and happiness during this time. Even to my non-muslim readers, I hope you all are doing well and you're all healthy <3333

also i know that there is a very slim chance of this happening because all of you are amazing but i will not tolerate any hate of any kind. if you

your first Ramadan after being married to Damian was certainly a new experience

before being married, you were just used to your parents handling everything for you

by the time you wake up for suhoor, the table would be set

by the time you'd be home from university, your mother would be waiting by the door with a date and a glass of water

so now that you were married and you had to handle everything on your own, it took a little bit of getting used to

luckily for you, Damian is a very hands on type of man

he's the kind of person who'd just drink a cup of water or a glass of milk, maybe a couple of dates or a fruit and he'd be ok for the remainder of the day

but god forbid you even think of doing the same thing

he'd just about have a heart attack

absolutely not

initially, he'd request Alfred to make meals for you so he could bring them home for the both of you to have suhoor together

just until the both of you got the hang of it

after that damian would either help you cook before patrol so there would be food ready for the both of you

or he'd swing by some restaurant that was open and grab some takeout for the both of you

he'd heat up the food and set the table and making sure everything was absolutely ready before finally waking you up

practically carrying your sleepyass to the table and handfeeding you so he can make sure you're eating properly

since he handles suhoor, you handle iftar and keep the table set so you can eat together

you could always just stay at the manor so you wouldn't have to worry about the meals, like bruce or dick have suggested so many times

but you prefer living alone with your husband

no offense to them at all

but it's just easier for you to maintain your modesty at your own home

anyways

your marriage gets really tested during Ramadan

the two of you are barely getting any sleep and it's difficult for you both to get used to

the only time that you both spend together and are completely present is when he should be patrolling

the lack of sleep makes you both kind of cranky

and it's difficult to not snap at each other

eventually you both get pretty tired and exhausted and just slip into routine

but of course it's nothing some sleep and some time spent together can't solve

and since you've been trying to reduce watching movies and listening to music during the holy month, you end up playing board games together or going for long drives together where you just talk and talk and talk

you thought you were extremely secure in your marriage

that was until you saw damian pout and give you the silent treatment after losing a game of gin rummy

then claiming you shouldn't be playing a game called 'jinn' in the first place

not swearing or talking shit during ramadan was especially hard for him

especially with tim and steph yelling 'fi ramadan?' at him everytime he makes even the slightest snide comment

you find it hilarious but i digress

whenever you go to the masjid for nightly prayers, damian and you will go and find a new ice cream place to try out late at night

you mention in passing how the women's side of the mosque is so bland compared to the men's and damian immediately looks into getting the mosque refurbished so that you and other women can enjoy it

damian's shoes get stolen once and the great detective actually couldn't find out who it was

you hear him complain about it constantly

CONSTANTLY

this time is when you both really lean into the adorable muslim couple aesthetic

matching prayer mats with each of your names embroidered on it

matching tasbih

and other things you get the picture

you both go all out for ramadan and decorate your home from top to bottom

since you both don't really celebrate many of the western holidays, he really wants to make this a memorable time for the both of you

and so do you

you hold an iftar party at your place many times with all your friends and family

it started out with you just inviting everyone but eventually it became a weekly potluck, which you really appreciated

bro damian is more excited about Eid than you are

he literally has to keep reminding you to get your dress ready for Eid al fitr

because he wants to get a jubbah in a matching color and surprise you

you know how you have those cute texts of girlies asking their bfs for their opinions on their nails?

the exact same thing

except with HENNA

you send him like 100 different pictures a week, planning which design you want to wear for Eid

he responds to all of them with utmost seriousness

obviously, he's an artist

he knows whats the difference between arabic and indian designs for henna

but secretly he's wondering why you're sending him so many when you only have 2 hands

but um hello he's never going to tell you that

because it's ramadan and obv ramadan related stuff is going to be appearing on everyones fyp he has to deal with both you and dick sending him videos of the scholars being funny (iykyk)

hey guys let's start ramadan w a bang

also has to deal with jason asking him CONSTANTLY how he's still able to walk around when all the demons are supposed to be locked up for the month

plus he has to now deal with you watching mukbangs and restaurant reviews and crying to him about how you're starving

why on earth did silent asmr mukbangs of wingstop get so popular only during ramadan?

believe me every single prayer damian makes during this month, he is thanking god for bringing you to him and praying for your health and your happiness

when you found out, you cried in his arms for a good solid 5 minutes

he also secretly kind of prayed for kids on laylat ul qadr but you didn't hear it from me

not only is this month really special for the both of you, you take it as an opportunity to give back

damian has wayne enterprises run soup kitchens for the entire month and they serve all people meals as well as suhoor and iftar

you both volunteer there personally

you donate money of course and damian will tell you that everytime he does it, he feels fulfilled in a way he never has before

you honestly feel so proud of the man you feel blessed to call your husband

also, like the perfect husband he is, he sends gifts and food to your parents

who quickly begin to regard him as better than your own siblings

much to his secret pleasure

uk i wish i could keep going

honestly ramadan is such a magical and rewarding time of the year

and you are so happy to spend it along with damian

P.S.

while damian completely understood the point of sacrificing a goat for Eid al adha

he still cried about it to you the night before out of guilt

you definitely donated the meat that came out of that

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[catcze]

i got a wriothesley request!!

since his gauntlets/boxing gloves are mechanical (and i bet he uses them alot) i bet that he knows how to perform basic maintenance on them and he does so regularly. so imagine wriothesley letting the reader help him out with some repair jobs, and they just get to feel how HEAVY these things are… or, for fun, he lets them try the gauntlets on, and the gauntlets are absolutely massive and barely fit their hands. and like he laughs a bit as he watches them TRY to throw a punch with his boxing gloves on because they’re so close to falling off-balance and landing face-first.

TOOK ME A WHOLE MONTH TO ANSWER IM SO SORRY

"You're going to fall over."

"I'm not!"

Wriothesley sighs, though you don't miss the slight quirk to his lips. He's looking at you being a bumbling fool from the sidelines, grimacing and wincing when you do so much as move an inch with his gauntlets on your hands. No doubt praying that you don't injure yourself or his weapons.

"Darling. You're going to fall. Your stance is too wide to balance right now."

And oh, lo and behold, just before he says it— you try to replicate one of his swings that have sent his opponents flying before and damn near would have fallen flat on your face if Wriothesley hadn't caught you in time. his hands are on either side of your waist, keeping you up and helping you right yourself so you don't fall again the moment he lets go.

"Okay, okay," you admit sheepishly. When you're right on your feet and Wriothesley's turned you around to begin taking off the gauntlets, you give them a little shake, still in awe of just how heavy they are. It's a wonder he can fight as well as he does in these. Damn, he even makes it look easy. "I admit it, you're right. These things are heavy as hell. I can't even begin to think of fighting in them."

He laughs a little, pressing a kiss to your nose while he maneuvers your gloved hands around, pressing some buttons and turning some dials to release them. "Made one hell of a show, though. Can't say I wasn't entertained."

Eventually, he gets both of them off and turns them this way and that to inspect them with a keen, experienced eye. This long using them, you imagine that he knows the ins and outs of his gauntlets almost as well as the engineers that have helped him build them.

"Anything wrong?" you ask.

Wriothesley shakes his head, moving to hold both gauntlets with one hand, and taking your hand with the other. "Nothing that wasn't already there before," he reassures. "Now, are you going to help me fix these things up or not?"

[localnerdforsteveharrington]

theo nott smutt plsss i love ur writing wayyy too much 😭🫶🏻

A Very Happy Halloween

A/n: thanks so much, hope you enjoy x

Warnings: smut obviously, kissing, a bit of swearing, groping, praise. 16+

Even though it felt like I had just gotten to school, halloween was soon here. I stared at myself in the mirror. I had decided that tonight I would sleep with Theo. The thing is, I’ve had sex before but not with him as we’d only gotten together at the end of our 5th year.

The white angel dress hugged me in just the right places and I couldn’t wait to have Theo see me in it. He’d told me weeks ago that he was being a devil and I knew that once he saw me like this, he wouldn’t be able to resist.

I walk downstairs to the party and everything is in full swing. Making some rounds, I eventually find Theo and his friends. Enzo gives me a not so sly smirk and wink which leads to Theo smacking him across the bed of his head.

It never took long for him to be dragging you away to his room. He takes no time in pulling off his clothes as do I. His lips press soft kisses across my skin. My breath is taken away from the feelings. “Now, sweetheart, you sure you want this?” Theo asks, “we can always wait.”

“I need you, please” I murmur in a begging voice. “Fuck, sweetheart” Theo mutters, “be good, will ya? I need to be in you now”. His hands move across my body and I find myself leaning into his touch. I have got to have him in me soon.

Soon enough he is in me and I can’t hold back any emotions. Our moans fill the room. “Fuck, baby, taking me like such a good girl. You gonna make me cum by being so good for me” he groans and this only encourages me as he thrusts in.

“Please, please, I need to come” I beg of him. Theo grips onto my hips and flips us over so that I am on top. His grip moves to my ass just as my climax hits. This was so much better than my first time. It feels like I’m on ecstasy and I get driven over the edge as Theo continues thrusting into me through out my climax.

“C’mon, keep riding me, baby. Make me feel good” Theo says as I keep moving during my climax. I feel come inside me and for once I’m happy I’m on the contraceptive. I collapse onto his chest. Everything feels so good but now I feel drowsy from it all. “You ok, sweetheart? I wasn’t too rough or anything?” he asks as I nod, leaning up to kiss him.

Theo leans down and pulls me close for a kiss all the while still being inside me. “Theo, m’ tired, I wanna stay here” I mutter to him, kissing his once more. “Ofcourse, baby. Lemme just clean you up, ok?” He said, pulling out of me.

[bugs1nmybrain]

Stoner Shigaraki Headcanons 🍃

Warnings: drug use (weed), shigaraki being a loser, some x reader inclusions (fem-reader), NSFW

18+ Minors Don't Interact

Shigaraki started smoking at 16. How he got his hands on it is a question neither AFO or Kurogiri could answer tbh. All they know is one night they smelt a WRETCHED shunky odor coming from his room and the sounds of coughing

When he first started he was actually bad at inhaling, a lot. He'd cough so hard and sometimes to the point that he'd straight up puke. And then he'd go take another hit with the puke still sitting on the floor

Shigaraki's appetite varies when stoned but usually he gets munchies for junk food or bland food like wheat thins lmao

He gets sleepy when he's high and the only thing keeping him awake are his games and his babygirl

Sad Story: AFO loves feeding into Shiggy's anger right? So one day he took his weed when he wasn't there and Tomura came back fucking MAD. He kicked a dent in the wall because he couldn't find his weed. Somehow it was some test of willpower from AFO. He got his weed back tho cuz it got conveniently placed back in it's proper spot a day later and Tomura thought he was going crazy

He's so funny when he's stoned because Tomura can either be pretty chill or clearly zoinked. When he's high af you can tell cuz his eyes are red af and he shakes a bit. He also doesn't make sense when he talks and will start talking about shit that's completely off topic

Hornyyy. Gets horny when he's stoned but sometimes he's too couchlocked to touch himself

Loves pens so much

He's more of an indica girlie because it helps him with his rage. He'll smoke anything tho

You best believe the League has smoke sessions

Goes through periods where he'll be high all the time and then other times he'll be sober or on another substance for a bit. Usually, he swings around his substance use with his manic episodes (I do headcanon Tomura as bipolar and you can't stop me)

Has tried smoking resin

If you can get him to laugh when he's stoned he won't stop for a while

All you'll hear for the next 2 minutes is a nasty uncontrolled cackle

"HehehHHahhaehHEHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"

Had burnt holes in his mattress with joints he smoked when he lived at AFO's

Kurogiri tries to get him to ease up but he never wins

He let's it happen cuz stoned Shiggy is easier to manage than drunk Shiggy

I will make drunk Shiggy headcanons eventually

Will get very affectionate when he's stoned, don't you mistake it. So many kisses and he will not let you go. You'll probably get stuffed

[abbyromanoff]

Can I request G!P Agatha Harkness x Reader? Smut 💜

Morning After

Pairings: Agatha Harkness x reader

Word count: 1942

Warnings: Agatha has a dick, pet names, begging, fluff, mentions of marriage, praise kink, degrading kink, shower sex, breeding kink, mommy kink, probably forgot some more

No one is permitted to steal, copy, or reblog my work as their own!!

The blazing noise of the alarm rippled through your ear as your eyes slowly adjusted to the bright light from the window. Even with a curtain, it was brighter than the sun and burned your eyes. Agatha was still sleeping peacefully. She was a heavy sleeper and took forever to get out of bed in the morning. Her hair was sprawled out across the pillow as soft snores escaped her. She had always claimed she hated how you’d admire her in her sleep, even joking that you were a stalker. You knew she secretly loved it though, she loved everything you did.

“Agatha? C’mon, you need to wake up.” She groaned in annoyance but complied after a few minutes of struggling. She shuffled to face you before opening her eyes, hers meeting yours as a smile took place on both of your faces. Her gaze soon drifted downwards to your hand holding hers, bringing it close to her mouth as she left a small kiss on the ring you wore.

“My beautiful, beautiful wife.” It had been only 24 hours since the wedding and she still couldn’t get over it. You were her wife now. Her forever love. She didn’t want it any other way.

“Mm, I should be saying that about you, my love.” You moved on top of her body, your leg swinging around her waist and her arms going to hold you in place. You connected your lips with hers and wrapped your arms around her neck. Her hands traveled to your bottom and gave a small squeeze, causing you to giggle into her mouth and break apart.

“Good morning.” You whispered after a few moments of taking in one another. You couldn’t keep your eyes off of her, she was too ethereal.

“Good morning to you as well, darling.” Even after nearly 5 years of being together, you never got sick of her pet names. It was a way of showing her love and you didn’t complain one bit.

“You ready for a nice day on the beach with margaritas and tanning and swimming?” You sang in an awfully happy tone. She laughed as you went on and on about all of the things you could do together, it was only your first day here and you already wanted to accomplish everything.

“Or,” She started, “We could lay in bed for a few more hours, get some good sleep, have breakfast sent up to us, and have some nice lazy sex.” You rolled your eyes and got off her, moving her hands that followed you off of your body and walked towards the bathroom.

“Or you could join me in the shower and get ready for a nice day at the beach.” And while she wasn’t the most ecstatic about the last part, she could never deny showering with you. She rushed out of bed faster than you’ve ever seen her do and tossed around the knob to the shower handle a few times before it turned on. You laughed quietly to yourself and quickly brushed your teeth before joining her under the warm water. She had always liked burning hot showers that would redden her skin, but you took colder ones, so you had to settle in the middle eventually.

The entire time you spent cleaning off your body she had her arms placed around your waist and her head resting on your shoulder.

“Baby, I need to wash my hair.” She grabbed the shampoo bottle and refused to give it to you as she squirted it into her palm and started rubbing it onto your scalp. You moaned as she continued to massage your head and you leaned back into her. She gulped when hearing your whimpers continue.

“Mm, right there.” She stopped for a moment and took a deep breath before mustering up the courage to continue. It turned her on so much hearing your moans, she could only picture hearing them in a different situation. She leaned closer into you and that’s when you felt it, she was hard. You rubbed yourself onto her for a split second, but it wasn’t enough for her, she grabbed your hips and pulled you into her. Your eyes widened at her forcefulness as she started kneading your breasts roughly. She tweaked and pinched your nipples as she humped you from behind.

“Agatha-”

“Shh, I need this, baby.” You found yourself guiding her length between your thighs and resting just below your center. Her tip prodded at your folds as she started a rhythm of moving back and forth. She released a low moan at the feeling of your soft skin and bit her lip as noises escaped you. Your abused breasts were finally let go moments later as she bent you over to hit the walls. Your hands pressed against the tiles and your head hung low. Agatha grabbed her cock in her palm, her free one interlacing with yours. She guided her length to your tight hole, slowly pushing in just the tip as you squealed at the stretch.

“I know, I know. I’ll make it fit, don’t worry.” You trusted her word and tried your best not to scream as she filled you up to the brim. Once she had bottomed out inside of you, she waited a minute. She didn’t want to start thrusting into you right away and hurt you. So she took the time to take in your warmth. Your walls clamped around her, you were so tight.

“Fuck, I’ve stretched this pussy out so many times and you’re still so damn tight.” She grunted out, clenching her teeth together as she tried her best to hold back.

“Y-you can move now.” She grinned to herself and slowly drew out of you, only to thrust back in seconds later. Your body moved with her rhythm, your tits bouncing and hips moving with her. She could barely even pull out, you were that tight.

“Aggie, please! Please go faster!”

“Aww, my little slut wants mommy to speed up? Is it not enough for you, hm? Is mommy not fucking you good enough?” You shook your head no and went to speak but were interrupted by a moan.

“N-no, mommy. You fuck me so well, so, so well!” She giggled and placed a hand on your back, admiring all of the scratches and hickeys adorning your body from last night. She had always loved marking you, it was a way to show off what was hers to idiots who didn’t understand that. Wanda was one of them. She just couldn’t keep her hands away from you, even when Agatha had specifically told her to step back.

The woman in mind made her jaw clench in anger, her pace now becoming unbearable. You ached for release, your body grappling in the pleasure she gave. You knew your wife wouldn’t let you go that easily, you were to work for it. She had always loved watching your body twitch and fold in response to her touch. Knowing how desperate and needy she’d make you turned her on more than you could ever think.

The glass has steamed up by now, the fog making its way around the room and covering it to create a misty glow. You were lucky you hadn’t been doing this at your house, you wouldn’t know how to handle looking at the water bill afterward.

“You feel so good around my cock. Could stay like this forever.” She threw her head back as you clenched around her repeatedly. Her hand came down to your ass, caressing the skin gently before a harsh smack followed.

Your moans only grew in volume. Agatha knew you were trying to say something, but neither of you could encode it under your mumbles.

“C’mon now, bunny, can’t you use your words like a big girl? Or are you just too much of a dumb little pup to speak?” You tried, you really did, but it was too difficult to speak as she pounded into you. Her skin slapped against yours so well and created a loud clapping sound that echoed across the entirety of the small room. Her hands felt so gentle yet so rough against your wet skin. Her tip hit that spot deep inside of you - it had you nearly screaming.

When nothing but silence met her, she sighed with disappointment, stopping her thrusts almost fully. “I should’ve known you couldn’t listen. You’re just a greedy slut, huh?” She slowed her hips and smirked as you cried out.

“No, no, no - don’t stop! Mommy, I need you. I need your cum..” She smiled at that, gripping your hair tightly in her hand and yanking you closer to her. Her mouth was right next to your ear now, her voice coming in a dark whisper. “Then work for it.” You moved back and forth slowly at first, shyly starting a small rhythm until it wasn’t enough. You needed more, but she wasn’t giving in.

“That’s it, love, keep taking me like the good girl I know you are.” She said, her arms brisking around you and pressing against your stomach.

“You feel that, mommy? You feel how deep you are?” She pressed against the bulge and groaned loudly.

“I know, baby, I know. Mommy must be making you feel so good. Maybe I’ll even fill you up, give you what you want and put a baby in you.” You nodded as a whimper flooded out of you.

“Mm, I can see it now. My perfect wife, pregnant with my baby. You’ll be so needy for my cock, and it would just be so rude of me not to touch my little princess.” Her fingers trailed down to your clit - you jumped at the contact.

“Mommy, it’s too much! I need your cum, I need it so bad!”

“Yeah? My dirty slut wants mommy’s cum?” You nodded once more and almost instantly felt her release painting your walls. You couldn’t stop yourself as you came on her length, your hands clenching into fists as you tried to grip onto anything for support. It felt like your legs were going to give out, they were jelly. Behind you, Agatha was biting her lip in order to suppress the moans that were begging to get out.

“Yeah, take it, baby. Take my fucking cum.” She said through gritted teeth. She kept thrusting into you, slowly this time. She didn’t want you to become too sensitive and actually hurt you, she wouldn’t be able to live with herself if she had.

“You did so well. So, so well for me, sweetheart.” You winced when she slowly pulled out of you, receiving soft apologies and a peck to the top of your head. Her juices trickled down your thigh and she watched with heavy eyes, completely mesmerized. Only when you had turned the water off and led the both of you out of the shower had she trailed her eyes away.

“You know, as great as this was, I still will be forcing you to go to the beach with me later.” You said once your breathing returned to normal. She breathlessly laughed behind you and wrapped the towel around herself, the bathroom floor being slightly wet due to the mist that had painted the room.

“Well, maybe I’ll fuck you again on the beach then.” She playfully smacked your ass as you walked out of the room, soon being joined by your wife as you sat down on the bed.

“Or, you could fuck me right here and then at the beach?”

“How could I ever say no to you?”

[hwapetals]

pairing - cat cafe worker!san x gn!reader genre - fluff warning(s) - occasional swearing + dialogue heavy...? summary - san finally finds out who the hell has been feeding the stray cats behind the cat cafe he works at author's note - i think about barista san an unhealthy amount + not proofread word count - 1174 words

san found it extremely odd. that the cats behind the cafe he managed weren't really eating the food he set out for them for the night. c'mon, they were cats, he knew they were gluttons (who were adorable), so something was definitely off.

it finally clicked in his head that someone was feeding them after hours, around the time he would shut down shop and before he got out to feed them to ensure that the stray cats had at least something to sustain themselves for the night.

he was a little happy that someone was caring for the cats, but he was a bit distrustful at the same time. but from the times he's seen the cats and interacted with them, it seemed like they were healthy so he cast away that thought for a bit.

finally, the mystery behind who had been feeding the cats behind the cafe had been solved after he spotted a figure, squatting down in front of some of the cats, making some soft 'pspsps' noises in hopes of getting them to come a little closer.

"i brought toys! and snacks," they said, their hand moving to rummage into their bag to take a cat feather toy out and three cans of tuna, setting them down quietly and as slowly as they could in order to not startle the cats.

at the same time, san was approaching, trying not to startle you. he softly cleared his throat, your head immediately turning to look behind him as your body reacted on its own, stumbling and eventually causing you to fall on your butt.

"oh, dear. i didn't mean to scare you. my bad," san blurted out sheepishly, a little surprised and very amused by your reaction. he held his hand out, which you graciously accepted to get up.

"oww.. well... that was embarrassing," you said with a soft laugh, trying to somehow divert his attention away from you falling on your ass.

"a little bit, but it happens to the best of us," san replied with that signature smile of his, in a way to try to reassure you. your face was definitely flushed, as if you just downed a gallon of beer in a minute.

"i would hope so," you responded, trying to find something else to say, before san spoke up.

"so, you've been the one who's been feeding the cats too, i presume?" san asked, raising an eyebrow as he crossed his arms, eyes flitting from you, to the cats behind you and back to you.

"yeah, i can't really help it. they're just so cute. worth spending my paycheck on," you said with a grin, before you stepped back to return your attention to the cats. "not to sound creepy, but, uh, i know you."

"how so?" san replied almost immediately, his interest piqued by your statement.

"you're the manager of this cat cafe, right? i see you around sometimes. my friend is a regular and sometimes i tag along for free food," you admitted, almost a little embarrassed. you were basically admitting that you were a freeloader, but the chuckle from san made you feel at ease almost immediately.

"well, i wouldn't be saying no to free food either. mind if i squat next to you?" san questioned, moving to squat down next to you after you nodded.

before long, cats were basically swarming san, rubbing up against his jeans and making the most adorable purring sounds. you couldn't help but feel envious of the bond between him and the cats, but you understood that it was because he had known them longer, after all.

"quick question. how long have you been feeding the cats here?" you asked, moving to pick up the feather toy to hand over to san, who took it and started to swing it around gently, the cats mesmerized by the movements and jumping up to grab the furry end of the toy.

"mmm, a year or two? i started working here and i would see them meowing and stuff while i took out the trash, so i would just feed them. no harm in doing so, right?" san answered honestly, continuing to absentmindedly play with the cats, his free hand moving to pat a few of them. "what about you? how long have you been feeding them?"

"i think, maybe, a month or so? i was on my way back from my tutoring session, and i took a detour to try to get home quicker, and i just stumbled upon this place," you responded, peeling open a can of tuna to pour the contents into one of the metal bowls. "sorry. you must have found it weird that the cats already seemed full every time you came out to feed them."

"oh, no, it's okay! i mean, i'm happy the cats are being cared for by someone else but me. i wish i could just bring them all home, you know?" san said, shaking his head slightly as he watched you curiously.

"i totally get you. pity that we can't, huh?" you said, turning back to face the male who was nodding. "am i holding you up right now or...?"

"ah, no. i've already closed up the cafe and i was just going to feed the cats and head home. but, i think talking to you is more interesting for now," san said with a small smirk, watching as you spluttered from his compliment. "oh! i forgot to introduce myself. i'm san. choi san."

"i'm (l/n) (y/n). it's nice to meet you," you replied, more embarrassment setting in after you realized that you embarrassed yourself even before he knew your damn name.

"nice to meet you too. you've got a cute name, by the way," san said, now getting up to brush his pants off, still with the pink feather toy in his hand.

"you've got a cute name too," you replied shyly, also getting up alongside him. it was a little difficult for san to try not to tease you, but he reminded himself that you two weren't close friends yet. well, he hoped that the both of you would become friends soon. "i hope to see you around more? i'll make sure to come around this time more often."

"i would love that. thanks for chatting with me, and again, sorry for scaring you," san said with an almost infectious grin, handing the cat toy back to you.

"oh, hah, i kind of forgot about that. you're forgiven," you said in a teasing manner, putting the toy away before nodding your head slightly. "it's really is getting late, i should go. see ya!"

you waved at the male, making sure to watch your step as you walked (kind of run-walked, actually) away.

san knew that he wanted to see you again, of course. weirdly enough, that conversation was soothing and it was nice to have a genuine chat with someone once in a while. now, to wait and hope that you stuck to your word.

[maraschinomerry]

Rock Paper Scissors

Pairings: George Karim x gn!reader, background Locklyle

Summary: George is your best friend, Lucy's convinced there's more to it but he's not your type... is he?

Content: friends to lovers, oblivious flirting, misunderstanding, light swearing and suggestive thoughts, kisses

A/N: it's officially 1 year since I posted my first Lockwood & Co fic!! Thank you all for making it such an incredible year and continuing to support my writing, it means the world to me ❤️ and thank you to the Multiverse of George for fuelling the buff!George fire 🔥 I've even made a montage so everyone can see the vision, plus the gif above of George swinging the chains he's definitely strong 💪

Word count: 4.2k

Taglist: @neewtmas @marinalor @ettadear @honey-with-tea @mischiefmanaged71 (let me know if you want adding or removing!)

Ever since you'd started working for Lockwood & Co, you and George had had the most playful rivalry.

It had started on the very first day, when you came for your interview. Lucy had welcomed you into the living room while George went to fetch the biscuits. After breezing through the tests, Lockwood gestured to the plate still being clutched by the other boy.

“Biscuit?”

You frowned at the boy in the armchair, who looked like the last thing he wanted to do was to share. “Am I supposed to fight you for them or something?”

George had the audacity to snort. “In your dreams.” But then he did offer you the plate, albeit reluctantly.

Once you got used to one another, you found that you actually got on really well and gradually he became your best friend, but by then you'd set a precedent that neither of you wanted to drop.

“We're heading out soon,” Lucy informed you both as she slid cups of tea across the table. She and Lockwood had an appointment with a client, leaving you and George behind to keep working. “Can one of you oil the chains ready for tonight?”

You turned to George; he was already looking at you. A gleam came to his eye.

“Rock paper scissors?”

“You bet,” you grinned, already raising your hand. It took a few attempts, as you'd done it so many times by now that the two of you knew what each other was planning before it happened, but eventually you lost. Sticking your tongue out, you picked up your cup and headed towards the basement. Lucy followed you down.

“Can I ask you something?” she began cautiously.

“Course you can.” It wasn't like Lucy to not just ask straight out. This was odd.

“What's going on with you and George?” This was definitely odd. “It feels like you've gone past teasing, you're almost flirting with each other.”

Your gaze flew to your friend, who had lingered on the stairs. Was she being serious? “It's not like that, Luce,” you replied, wondering if it was warm in the basement or if it was just you. “I love him to bits, but the same way I love all of you. He's just not my type.”

Her eyebrow quirked up at that. “You have a type?”

“Don't say that like you don't,” you hit back. “You and Lockwood are made for each other! And George is great, really, but I prefer guys a bit more… buff?”

Lucy nodded. “Interesting.” It was spoken with the air of someone who knew exactly why it was interesting and someone who was absolutely not going to explain why. “Well… just don't rule anything out, but please be careful. I love you both too and I'd hate to see either of you get hurt.”

It was touching to hear her so candid about her feelings for you both. “I won't, I promise.”

—

You always forgot how ridiculously heavy the chains were. Just trying to hoist them up to make sure you'd oiled all the way round each joint was a workout. It was only adrenaline that carried you through working with them on cases. Thank goodness you were almost finished - your arms were beginning to ache and you were sure you were coated in sweat.

“Need a hand?” George's voice drifted from the stairs. You hadn't heard him come down, probably drowned out by the clanking links and your strained grunts, but there he was, sitting on one of the lower steps and watching you in amusement.

“You mean you want me to dishonour the sacred pact of rock paper scissors?” You mimed fainting in shock, taking the opportunity to slump back on the pile of chains and let the tension dissipate from your shoulders.

He chuckled, climbing down the final few steps and holding out his hand. “Will the sacred pact allow a lunch break? I made soup.” He'd got you there and he knew it. You loved his soup. Grinning, you accepted his hand and he pulled you away from the cold, hard metal.

There were two steaming bowls already set out on the table when you got back to the kitchen, and beside yours was a plate of sandwiches, cut exactly how you liked them.

“You're the best.”

“I know,” George smirked. He was eating with one hand, the other scribbling away on the Thinking Cloth. As he became more engrossed, he leant further forwards, his dark curls flopping over his brow. It was fascinating watching him get so engrossed in his work, the whole world melting away around him. Once you finished eating, you glanced across and took his empty bowl from in front of him. He looked up sharply, snapped from wherever his thoughts had taken him.

“Sorry, didn't mean to disturb you,” you mumbled.

“No, it's fine. We should probably get packed.”

You followed him down to the basement and pulled your kit bags from the shelf. Set side by side on the table, you both began to load up.

“You can carry the chains,” you told him over your shoulder as you picked up a half-empty box of flares and emptied it into your bag.

“Hey, you're the one who lost!”

“Only for cleaning them, I've done my bit.”

He huffed, but gave you a smile as he made his way over to the mound of chains. Your eyes widened as he scooped up a whole length in one easy movement and gave them a quick shake loose. You'd spent nearly quarter of an hour trying to manoeuvre that section earlier.

“How the hell did you do that?”

“They're not that heavy,” he shrugged, then added with a cheeky raised eyebrow, “or at least only when you’re trying to clean them.”

You threw the empty cardboard box at his head with a laugh.

—

A week later, the four of you were nestled in the living room. Outside, rain battered against the windows, which were almost being shaken out of their frames by the driving wind. You'd never have guessed it was June; it felt more like January. The fire was lit in the hearth, the occasional crackle of wood splitting the only other sound.

Eventually, Lockwood broke the silence. “I hate to say it, but someone's going to have to go out. We've got no tea left and barely enough food to last until tonight. We can draw straws to make it fair.”

He needn't have bothered. You and George already had your fists raised. One, two, three, paper. One, two, three, rock. Scissors. Paper. Scissors. Rock. Round and round you went, the symmetry only fuelling your competitive natures.

“This is ridiculous,” Lucy muttered. She was right, of course.

You raised your fist higher, leaning forward in an offered challenge. “Right. Arm wrestle. Loser goes.”

George leaned in, resting his elbow on the table. Lockwood and Lucy exchanged wide-eyed glances.

“Y/n…” Lucy began, but you weren't listening. Your elbow was already mirroring George's, hand in his. You weren't sure why you'd expected the easy, flexible grip of holding a rapier, but his fingers were clenched firmly around the back of your hand. Lockwood moved closer and counted you down.

Your hand hit the table almost immediately.

It felt like all the air had left the room. You stared in shock at the boy opposite, the triumphant toothy grin that crinkled his eyes, the unexpected tightness of his shirt sleeve around his arm. The similar tightness in your chest. Interesting.

Some sort of realisation hit you, and your attention shifted to Lucy. The look she was giving you was almost as satisfied as George's. Warmth flooded your cheeks. You drew in a shaky breath as you struggled to drag your eyes away from George's arm, which was still pinning yours to the table. After a moment, you felt his fingers loosen and with some reluctance pulled your hand away. The silence in the room was palpable. Lucy was still watching you in amusement. Lockwood was watching Lucy, trying to figure out why she had that “I know something you don't” look again over a simple arm wrestle. George was watching you too, his expression slowly shifting from victory to concern.

“Y/n? You okay?” he asked quietly. Your thoughts rushed back into your body, snapping your attention into the real world.

“All good,” you mumbled. “Just preparing to get drenched. If I'm not back in 20 minutes, assume I've been blown to the other end of the country.” At least that got a laugh out of Lockwood. Hurriedly, you stood and made your way to the front door. Why had you agreed to this? It was your own fault, of course, for continuing this whole competitive thing with George, but how were you to know he was that strong? A flash of bicep clouded your vision again, and you reached for the door handle before you did something regrettable.

“Hold on,” a voice came behind you. It was him. Keep it together, you told yourself.

“If you're about to volunteer to take my place, go ahead,” you forced yourself to stay casual.

George moved closer, and you swallowed a lump in your throat. “I was actually going to question why you looked like you were about to leave without a coat.” He reached to the rack over your shoulder, lifting yours from its hook.

“That might help.” You knew you were blushing again, but prayed he thought it was just from embarrassment at being so forgetful. Definitely not how close he was, how he was holding your coat in the same hand that had been holding yours moments ago.

—

By the time you made it back to the house, you were soaked to the bone and almost shivering. It seemed like the storm wasn't going to let up until at least the next day, so you'd decided to stock up on plenty of food which had seemed like a great idea until you tried to carry it all home. You'd had to stop several times on the way, ducking into doorways and bus shelters to escape the weather as you swapped hands, flexed your shoulders or relieved your fingers from where the handles of the bags had started to make dents. When you finally made it, you held the door open with one foot as you negotiated the bags in and dropped them unceremoniously on the hall floor. George emerged from the living room, alone this time; Lockwood and Lucy must have gone upstairs or down to the basement.

“You look awful.”

“Aww thanks, you're not so bad yourself,” you joked dryly. Oh god, Lucy was right, you were almost flirting. A shiver ran through you and this time you hoped it was from the cold.

For a second, you thought you saw George's eyelids flutter. “Well, I uh… I ran you a bath to warm you back up. I'll put this away.” He hauled up the bags of shopping with barely a huff, and you tried to reason that he hadn't just carried them through a storm.

The water was soothingly warm and scented with lavender salts, the smell wafting up in delicate bursts as it swirled around, relaxing all the tension in your aching muscles. As you lay peacefully, you reflected on what had happened earlier. You weren't sure you'd ever felt… You couldn't even identify what feelings you'd experienced during the arm wrestle. Shock? Embarrassment? No. It was something else, something that Lucy had noticed immediately and had been trying to get through to your oblivious self. But she was wrong, wasn't she? You said it yourself, you weren't into George, even if he did now fulfil your main criteria. Then again, so did plenty of other guys you'd met. Kipps was quite well built, definitely had muscles, but that didn't mean you'd considered dating him. He wasn't like George though - smart, funny, thoughtful George. You couldn't imagine Kipps running you a bath or making your favourite lunch, or doing any number of the things that with George felt so natural. And there were all the little things you did for him that you'd never do for anyone else. No, there were no two ways about it: you were a pair in whatever capacity that meant.

Still didn't mean you fancied him, you told yourself.

You volunteered to help George with the dishes after dinner that night. It was always nice to be able to spend time just the two of you in sync, but tonight especially you figured it was a good idea to be around him in perfectly normal circumstances. You'd chat or enjoy the companionable quiet, you'd both be at ease; nothing could possibly happen, which would give you time to prove your feelings were a fluke.

George picked up his blue rubber gloves and tossed you a tea towel. He was dressed casually, in sweatpants and an oversized T-shirt (so large that the sleeves almost met his gloves at the elbow). The radio was playing quietly in the background, giving you a welcome distraction. Whenever a song you recognised came on, you'd start humming along or singing under your breath, and George would smile at you, sometimes even joining in. Your heart leapt a bit when he did, but that was nothing, you were just happy to be sharing this moment with your friend. He stuck an arm deeper into the sink to grab something at the bottom and made a small noise. Water had splashed up onto the cuff of his sleeve. You giggled at the look of disgust he made at the wet fabric sticking to his skin. The sound died in your throat when he took off his gloves, draped them on the side of the sink and rolled his sleeves up out of the way. You were so used to him being hidden behind his giant tops, or at the very least being in longer sleeved shirts, that seeing his bicep completely exposed was a shock in more ways than one. It wasn't much wonder he'd beaten you so easily at arm wrestling with muscles like that. You wondered whether it was just his arms that were so toned, or was the rest of him the same? Was he hiding a set of abs under that T-shirt too? Were his thighs-

“You okay?” George nudged you, and you hastily looked away.

“I was just…” Come on, come on, find an excuse, your brain urged. “...thinking how this means we both got wet clothes today, if you want me to put that top in with my washing after this?” God that was lame. Not much wonder he wasn't interested in you. That wasn't the point, you reminded yourself.

“Oh,” he smiled. “That'd be great, thanks.” He leant over to put a chopping board on the draining rack, and his bicep brushed against yours. A shockwave of warmth resonated through your whole body. Oh.

“Tell you what,” you forced yourself not to stammer, “are you okay to finish up here and I'll go and grab the laundry basket?” He nodded, and you tried not to fall over your own feet as you retreated to the hallway and sucked in a breath to calm your racing heart. Oh.

—

You cursed yourself for ever starting this. No, this was Lucy's fault for pointing it out. No, still your fault.

Being around George was becoming unbearable. Not for anything he'd done, rather the things he wasn't doing. He was carrying on exactly as he always had, that inimitable blend of playful and caring, and it was driving you mad not knowing whether he meant any of it in the way you wanted him to. You couldn't say anything, of course. If you were wrong, it would mess up the whole dynamic of the group. That would hurt almost as much as any rejection. But the more things went on, the more you took notice of the little moments between you, the more your feelings grew until it felt like they would crawl out of your chest.

“What the hell were you thinking?” George snapped at Lockwood. He and Lucy had been out on a case which went badly, and now the four of you were sitting at the dining table in the early hours, George applying butterfly stitches to a cut on Lockwood's arm and you cleaning a couple of scratches on Lucy's face. The misty gloom of the night outside the window reflected the atmosphere within.

“I was thinking,” Lockwood snapped back, “that we only had to handle a couple of Type Ones, according to your notes.”

“I told you those weren't finished!”

“Well maybe next time, don't get distracted.” Was it your imagination, or had his gaze flickered to you?

“Maybe next time,” George replied darkly, “do your own research.”

“Fine.” Lockwood pushed his chair back and stalked from the room. Lucy shot you both an apologetic grimace and followed.

George began pacing round the kitchen, hands twitching angrily. You stayed at the table, knowing it was best to give him the space to say or do whatever he needed to let his feelings out. You were there if he needed you.

“Can you believe him?” It was rhetorical, you'd heard him say it enough to know, so you waited for him to continue. “We end up in this situation almost every week, because he's too reckless to wait! I know he'd rather be in the action, but he'd be able to do all that more if he'd let me give him the right information first.”

You gently waded in, trying to be reassuring. “We all know how useful your research is; he just gets overeager, especially when Lucy's involved.”

“I know you know how important it is,” his words sent butterflies through you, “but Lockwood just…” He gave a frustrated huff. “Maybe I should make him do all the legwork for a change.” You tried very hard not to think about whether George's legs were as muscular as his arms.

“I'll support whatever you decide, but for what it's worth I think you should just talk to him.”

He sighed heavily, placing his hands flat on the table and allowing his head to drop. “You're right. Thanks, y/n.” The sincerity in his voice caught you off guard, as did his deep brown eyes as he raised his head to look at you. You were already distracted by the tension which lingered in his shoulders, the rigidity of his arms as they supported his weight, the way he had leaned into the pose so much that now when he looked up his face was so close it almost filled your vision. You swallowed nervously.

“Any time. I- I have to go.” You stumbled up from your chair, ignoring George's confused stare and sounds of protest as you practically bolted from the room.

—

You lay on your bed in the attic, tears slowly soaking into the pillow you'd buried your face in. This was the end; it had to be. You couldn't carry on working for the agency like this. If George had shown any interest it would be okay - Lockwood and Lucy managed to balance being a couple who worked and lived together, there was no reason you two couldn't do the same, but it could never work being so one-sided. You'd just keep being weird, struggling to hold your nerve around the boy until it would start bleeding into cases and Lockwood would have no choice but to fire you for everyone's safety, if you hadn't already got one of you hurt by then. Not to mention the emotional hurt. It would happen either way, but at least if you walked away now you could control it.

“Y/n?” Lucy's voice came tentatively from the bottom of the steps. “George said you ran off, is everything okay?”

You flipped onto your back, drawing in shuddering breaths to recover from almost suffocating in the pillow. “You were right, Luce.” There was movement on the steps, but you kept your eyes on the ceiling. You couldn't bear to look at anyone right now. “I tried so hard to make sure neither of us got hurt, but George doesn't love me back and now I feel like even if I stay I'm going to lose him.”

The silence that followed dragged on longer than you could bear. Why wasn't she saying anything? You forced yourself to sit up.

George stood at the entrance to your room, eyes wide and lips parted.

You scrambled to your feet. “Shit! I mean, hi, um… how long have you been there?”

George continued to stare.

“I'm so sorry,” the words were rushing out of you now, “I just panicked but I don't want to make things weird so can we just pretend-”

“What do you mean, ‘doesn't love me back'?” he interrupted quietly.

You froze. There was no mistaking it: he'd heard you basically say you loved him and now there he was looking like the mere concept was so unbelievable, like the option hadn't even crossed his mind. Why would it? Time stretched on as you fought the urge to run again, as far as the ever-widening space between you would allow. Neither of you had moved, but you could feel the room expanding around you to make room for the bottomless pit you wanted to crawl into. “I…” you drew in a slow, deep breath, “I was fine just being friends but Lucy got in my head about you being exactly my type and now I think I'm actually flirting while you're still just pretending and I'm sorry…” Tears were pricking at the corners of your eyes and you hurriedly looked away, hoping he wouldn't see.

George stepped closer, and you shrunk even further into yourself. Your heart skipped a beat when he gently tilted your chin up to meet his surprisingly soft gaze. “I meant, why do you think I don't love you back?”

You faltered. Was he saying what you thought he was? “Well, I mean, I thought I'd made things super obvious and awkward but you didn't change so I thought you weren't interested.”

George's hand was still on your chin and his thumb rubbed soothingly across your cheek, wiping away the single tear that had spilled. “I thought you weren't interested! You normally go for those muscly gym guys so I figured I'd take whatever I could get with the arm wrestles and stuff, but then you started avoiding me so I thought you were done with it.”

A small laugh escaped you, and he looked at you in confusion. “Have you seen yourself?” Hesitantly, you raised a hand to his bicep, marvelling at finally being able to feel the muscle instead of just staring at it, and more amazed at the way the boy responded to your touch, drifting closer until you were barely inches apart.

“So then why did you run?” His voice was whisper soft against your face, eyes gazing down at you with an overwhelming blend of sincerity, bewilderment and something like longing. His cheeks were tinted as pink as you knew yours were.

“Got flustered.”

“Flustered? You? I don't believe you.” A smile tugged at the edge of his lips, the playfulness you were used to creeping back into his voice. It was such a relief to feel the tension dissipating from the room, to have your George back, that you buried your head in his shoulder with a giggle. He laughed too, wrapping an arm around your waist. “Oh, I see, you really want to do this? Okay, let's see ‘flustered y/n’ at their best.”

You yelped in surprise as his other arm hooked under your legs and swept you off your feet, your arms flying up round his neck for support. His arm was tense across your back but he looked the most relaxed he'd been since he walked in, and he shifted you closer to press a quick kiss to your lips before setting you down on the bed and sitting beside you.

“Lucy's going to be very smug about this, you know,” he nudged you.

“I know,” you whined, burying your face in your hands. “Rock paper scissors for who has to tell her.” George laughed again and placed his arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer as you leant into the embrace.

“Is this just a ploy to get more hugs?”

“Is it working?”

In response, he brought his other arm around your waist and kissed your forehead. You smiled, leaning up to kiss him properly, and he reciprocated eagerly.

—

Lucy had left George alone on the steps to your room once you started your confession, giving you both a bit of privacy, and decided when he didn't come back downstairs immediately that things had either gone very badly or very well. She believed, and hoped, that it was the latter. Her suspicions were confirmed when she came to tell you she'd made breakfast and found you fast asleep, wrapped in George's arms.

[luckybunny555]

.˚◦⟡ Outta The Clouds✦.·୭ ˚○◦˚.

While hanging out with Gwen, you notice a slight change in her mood, so you try to cheer her up. She ends up confessing her feelings for you

🕷 Gwen Stacy x Spider!Reader 🕷

a/n: I got this idea when I discovered this song(title) and it was just so cute I had to write it! Reader's gender neutral, this is just pure fluff. okay, I realized there's actually a bit of angst too I guess, but juuust a little bit.

Oh, and another note, english isn't my first language so I was a bit unsure about a few words and terms I used(like "stunt" and "splutter" and "peck"), so please lmk if there's anything incorrect or other words that would fit better! Thank you :)

The sun was starting to hide behind the tall buildings of New York, turning the sky pink and lilac, and you and Gwen had been swinging through your city for a while now. She'd been helping you keep an eye out for any criminals or civilians who needed help, but mostly, she was just distracting you with her jokes and new "spider-stunts" she had learned. Not that you minded, though - neither of your spider-senses had warned you of any danger, so you had time to watch her and giggle at her little performances(clearly an attempt to catch your attention and impress you, but neither of you would admit it out loud). And to be honest, how could you mind it, when she was just so pretty and charming when showing off her new tricks, and how her experience as a dancer gave her a certain gracefulness, especially when she would land on some random roof? Safe to say, she had your attention all for herself.

Eventually, you two took a break, finding a nice spot on a tall building, sitting on the ledge to catch your breath and enjoy the view. Taking off your masks, you share a glace that makes both of you let out a chuckle. You return your attention to the setting sun, admiring its beauty. For a few moments, the two of you sit in silence, seeming peaceful and relaxed as you appreciated the scenery in front of you. Until you realize a slight change in Gwen's expression - head low, eyes focused on her hands, the corners of her lips almost curling down. You cross your legs, shifting slightly closer to her, your eyes sofly scanning her face.

"What's bothering you, pretty girl?" Your head tilts to the side as you offer her a gentle smile, earning from her a small chuckle. She looks at you for a moment, then turns her gaze back to her hands, fiddling with the fabric of her mask.

"Just... thinking about my dad," She responds quietly, letting out a sigh. You knew about what she was going through, and every time you were reminded of it, your heart would sink in your chest. Her words made you want to wrap your arms tightly around her and never let go, to protect her from everything else in the world, to create the most peaceful and safe world inside yourself just for her to live in. But instead, you simply placed your hand over hers, slowing down her nervous movements, making her turn her head to look at you.

You didn't really know what to do about it. If you could, you would solve all of her problems with a magic wand just so you could see her truly happy again. You'd do anything for her. But right now, the best you could do was cheer her up, get her mind off of her troubles and remind her that she was loved by many other people - but mostly, by you.

You reached for your phone, looking for a specific song from your playlist. "Y'know, I'm a firm believer that some songs offer more comfort than normal words can," You tell her, one hand still holding hers as the other holds your phone, your eyes fixed on it. When you find it, you put it on, turning up the volume and placing your phone in the small gap between you two, giving her a sweet, reassuring smile.

As the song starts, you start to sway your head and body to the rythm, the soft and uplifting energy taking over you. Occasionally, you'd sing along to some of the lyrics, either some "message" you wanted to emphasize, since you couldn't word them exactly yourself, or just some verse you had memorized. You took her hand, causing her to sway with you, earning a subtle chuckle from her as she shook her head, amused by your cheerful energy.

The way you smiled and sang along to the song got her stuck in a trance, unable to take her eyes off of you. It even brought a soft smile to her face. She was mesmerized by the way you moved so freely, and how careless and relaxed you seemed to be, even though she was watching. Truth is, sometimes your heart would skip a beat when you noticed her gaze on you, or you'd feel your cheeks heating up. But you tried to brush it off, because your goal was to lighten up her mood, and by the way her smile was growing wider, and how you'd occasionally hear a laugh from her, it seemed you were succeeding. So you kept swaying, occasionally using your intertwined hands as a fake microphone, looking at her while your singing mixed with giggles.

When the song ended, you exchanged a glance, causing you both to laugh. It warmed your heart to see her like that, genuine laughter escaping from her lips as she shut her eyes closed, shaking her head again. When both of you were able to quiet your laughter, your eyes met again, and time seemed to slow down as you observed how the golden light from the sunset illuminated her face. For a quick moment, that seemed to last longer than it did, you noticed the softness of her features, the color of her eyes, her freckles... You ended up forgetting that she was looking at you too.

"Can I tell you something?" She said, finally breaking the silence, snapping you out of your own trance. Her tone was soft and gentle, so you didn't notice the hesitance in her voice, and you couldn't tell how fast her heart was beating when she finally got the courage to speak. You nod, with your attention focused on her and not on the butterflies that seemed to appear in your stomach. "I feel like there's a sun inside my heart... whenever I'm with you."

Her words make your heart skip a beat, taken by surprise. You let out a nervous chuckle, averting her gaze for a moment as you try to soothe your own quick heartbeats, and failing at that. You bring one of your knees up, close to your chest, and rest your head on top of it, taking a deep breath as you look at her. "Does it feel like it's burning?" You joke, trying to cope with your nervousness. But you could feel your cheeks burning, and it wasn't from the warm sunlight that hit your skin.

She shakes her head, chuckling. "Feels more like a blanket," she tells you, and you could swear the way her eyes reflect the setting sun is the prettiest thing you've ever seen. "You make me comfortable," she adds, "and I find myself looking for any opportunity to spend time with you, because you're so bright and sweet, that I just want to..." she doesn't finish her sentence, letting out a sigh as she seems to think about her next words.

Your eyes are fixed on her, studying carefully her expression, and waiting expectantly for her to speak again. You could tell where this was going, and the sensation of butterflies kept growing, making you eager to hear what she would say next. The whole world seemed to fade away in this moment, the girl beside you seemed more interesting and beautiful than anything else.

"I want to be with you, like, all the time," she finally declared, chuckling nervously while turning her gaze to you, looking for your reaction as she tried to figure out what you were feeling or thinking. "I hope you get what I mean, I'm not really sure how to put this into words," she spluttered, unsure about your feelings for her.

"Mm-hm," you nod with a subtle smile, unable to form a coherent sentence with your heart pounding in your chest and your mind emptying with each second that you stare at her. Everything around you seemed to melt like ice-cream, and so did your heart.

She turns her head to face you, your eyes meeting again, and at this point, you can't ignore your butterflies anymore. With a bit of hesitancy, she slowly leans closer to you, moving her gaze from your eyes to your lips as she waited for a hint of your consent. When you finally leaned closer, mirroring her, she connected your lips and hers. She brought her hand to your cheek as she gave you another peck on your lips, gently holding your face. You weren't sure if this moment lasted forever or just a second, but you were simply glad for experiencing it.

The both of you slightly pull away, breaking the kiss with a soft smile on your faces, but you keep your eyes closed for a second longer. When your eyes meet again, you let out a giggle, appreciating the moment - and grateful for her confession. You shift your body closer to hers, laying your head on her shoulder to watch the almost hidden sun. You could still feel the warmth on your cheeks when she placed a gentle kiss on the top of your head before resting her head on yours, breaths slowing down and matching your rhythm.

Maybe, just maybe, everything would be okay. For now, it certainly was, because she could feel you right next to her, and that was enough to spark some hope in her heart.

[joels-golf-club]

Exhaustion

A/n: So this turned out way more angsty than I originally planned it to be but whatever. I also kinda hate it but I just wanted to write a little bit to get back into the swing of things.

All my work is 18+ MDI

Word count: 1.7K

Warnings: Lowkey angsty but fluff at the end, kinda established relationship, reader doesn't know how to cope, miscommunication, implied traumatic past, mention of nightmares, post outbreak! Joel, no use of Y/n, swearing, self harm in the form of sleep deprivation if that's a thing. Please don't read if any of this is triggering to you.

When you were out on the road it was easy to avoid your nightmares. You would barely sleep in between watches with Joel, and when you did it was a light enough sleep that you wouldn't ever dream.

But in Jackson it was different. It took a few months to get adjusted to the new way of life, the somewhat normal life in the commune. Once you, Ellie and Joel had gotten used to the new town you had quickly fallen into a routine. Ellie would go to school while you and Joel took patrols with each other before coming back home to share a bed. For a while you would still sleep light enough that your dreams, or rather nightmares couldn't reach you in Joel's strong embrace, but eventually you got comfortable and your past crawled it's way into your subconscious.

On more than one occasion you had jolted awake in a panic not knowing where you were while Joel was forced to calm you down. It was these moments that filled you with guilt and shame. Joel had been through just as much, if not more than you had and he didn't need you ruining what little sleep he got just because you couldn't handle something that you had escaped from over a year ago. It was then that you decided to push through and suck it up. If Joel could handle a little trauma, then so could you.

So as the days went on you forced yourself to sleep as little as possible. Sure it made you a little jumpier on patrol but so far Joel hadn't noticed and you hoped he would just chalk the bags under your eyes up to long patrols nights and 'waking up' earlier than usual. You had made it almost a month sleeping just enough to keep you functioning, which meant about an hour or two a night, before Joel decided to corner you during patrol.

"So you gonna tell me what's going on with you?" He spoke one day while you were hiking up to a abandoned hunting cabin that had been shaped into a patrol outpost you two occasionally spent a weekend on patrol at.

His words caused you to momentarily freeze up during which he sent a glance over his shoulder at you, eyeing your reaction. "What do you mean?" The words left your mouth carefully with no emotion as you tried to focus on anything other than your pounding headache and the way Joel kept glancing back at you. Just another mile and then you would avoid Joel at the cabin. You've held off this conversation for a month, you could do it for another 30 minutes.

Joel, however, seem to think otherwise. He scoffed at your response and stopped walking, causing you to pause for a moment before walking past him towards the cabin. Just a little more...

"Don't bullshit me, darlin'. You're shaking and sweating right now just walking when you can usually do this hike without breaking a sweat. You're pale and you've had bags under your eyes for the past month. So tell me what the fuck is going on and why you won't talk to me."

Shit.

He noticed. Those weeks you had gone laying in bed awake while we slept at your back and you tried to play it off hadn't gone unseen like you had hoped. Now he was mad at you and you were just causing him more stress, the opposite of what you hoped your efforts would do. "It's nothing Joel. Just drop it, alright?" you kept walking and ignored the ever growing headache pulsing behind your eyes as the exhaustion caught up to you after not getting a wink of sleep the past three days and then hiking with this conversation thrown at you. Joel called out your name angrily and stormed up to you forcing you to stop walking and face him. The cabin was only a quarter mile up now.

"I'm trying to have a serious conversation here!"

"Yeah, and I'm trying to avoid it!" You regretted the words as soon as they left your mouth because they only confirmed that something was wrong.

"And why's that, huh? What aren't you telling me?" His expression changed then and he dropped his gaze down to his hands for a moment. "Did I do something wrong? Is that why you won't talk to me?" His fears broke through you just a bit and you could feel your throat tighten up against the tears building up. When you spoke your voice came out thick and brittle.

"Jesus, Joel, no it isn't you. Shit. You didn't do anything wrong, it's just me, okay? It's just something I have to handle." Joel met your eyes again then and stared into your glazed over gaze. He only nodded then and started walking again. Thank fucking God, he was dropping it.

It wasn't until you thought Joel was fast asleep that your exhaustion truly hit you. You knew that if you slept now you would be out hard and it would be impossible to avoid the memories of unwanted grasps against your skin and cries of pain as you were struck would reach you. So instead of laying in bed with Joel where you knew you would be out in seconds if you stayed any longer you slowly climbed off the dusty bed and downstairs to sit by the fire place where a few glowing coals remained from your earlier tense dinner.

You sat there for what could've been hours or minutes just rubbing your temples with shaking hands, trying to physically force away your pounding migraine. You hadn't even noticed Joel appearing in the doorway until his voice caused you to all but jump out of your skin.

"This is you handling it then?" His voice was raspy with still and you couldn't help but be jealous at the precious hours he had to sleep in peace. "Jesus christ darlin, when's the last time you slept?"

His words immediately brought tears to your eyes and the walls you had spent weeks building high came crashing down. You crumbled as the first sob tore through your body, your entire being shook and you brought your hands up to cover your face as shame and pain ripped into you.

Joel was upon you in seconds and wrapped you up in his strong embrace as he slowly rocked you back and forth, trying to calm you down. "Breath, darlin', just breath. Listen to me okay? In...and out," when you only continued to shake and sob in his arms he lifted one hand to your face and used the other the grab your own hand and place it against his chest, forcing you to feel his deep breaths. "Come on you gotta work with me here. You feel my breaths? Yeah, you do, just match my breathing, I know you can do it. In, and out. Yeah, just like that, good job." When your breathing had finally evened out and all that remained was a few sniffles you began to speak.

"I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to, uh, I didn't mean to wake you up. You can go back to bed." Joel just grabbed the back of your head and pressed you into his chest while shaking his head.

"Don't do that. Don't apologize, you did nothing wrong. I just need to know what happened so I can help you, alright?"

You shook your head and mumbed against him, "I don't wanna tell you." When you looked at his face he had a deep frown and concern etched across his features.

"Why not, darlin'. You know I'm here to help you, that's how this thing works." He gently pulled you away from his chest and made you look at his face while he spoke.

"I don't want you to think I'm weak..." You avoided eye contact when you saw his face crumble and realization flood his gaze. He had finally figured it out.

"It's your nightmares isn't it?" You just barely nodded and continued staring at the ground you sat on. "You've been forcing yourself to stay awake? Sweetheart, you can't do that, it'll get you killed out here if you aren't able to function properly. Why didn't you just come to me?" His words were spoken quietly but still firm in your ear.

"I didn't want to be a burden. You've been through so much as well and you don't wake up screaming every night. You're so strong. I didn't want to make you see how weak I am, so I figured if I just didn't sleep then they wouldn't be able to hurt me again." You shook your head in disbelief at yourself and scratched at your arms anxiously. "God I spent so long getting out of there and trying to heal and I'm still just the dumb little slave. Nothing's changed." Joel grabbed your arms and forced your scratching to stop and looked you in the eye with anger behind his eyes.

"Hey. Don't say that shit. What you went through is unspeakable and it doesn't make you weak to be affected by it." You opened your mouth to speak but he cut you off before you could get any words out. "No, I'm talking right now. You are so incredibly strong, darlin'. You've been through so much and you still manage to push forward and live. So don't you dare call yourself weak because that is absolute bullshit and we've promised not to lie to each other. How about we go upstairs and get you some sleep, and if you have a nightmare you wake me up, I don't care how often or what time it is and you tell me what you need me to do, okay?"

You nodded your head and leaned forward to press a soft, barely there kiss to his lips that he immediately reciprocated. "Thank you. For everything."

"You don't have to thank me for anything, darlin. This is what I'm here for. Please don't ever feel like you can't tell me stuff like this, alright." You just nodded again and allowed him to help you back upstairs into bed where you fell asleep in his strong embrace within seconds of your head hitting the pillow.

[in1-nutshell]

Hello! Another of TFA Request

(Fem or GN ) Bot Buddy as Wasp's twin sibling who takes his place

Wasp And his twin are similar to each other, having the same paintjob, body-type, alt mode and others. But also differebt yet they're very close twins

You can tell who is who by watching how they act, Wasp is pompous while Buddy is quiet and known for being mute around everyone who isn't Wasp.

Buddy has an opposite personality, like being quiet and good-hearted. She known for being mute (which's not true and only Wasp knows about it). They sometimes good at mimicking Wasp, his voice and attitude.

(You can also put small romance with Bumblebee or Bulkhead, or other bot/con)

(you can also change this if you like) When they're at the boot camp, and there's someone trying out the traitor. When Buddy trying to tell Wasp about this he thought twin just being anxious or other, so Buddy only thought and to do is to pretend his twin, whether they tell Wasp, the truth or not, like 'let's pretend to be each other for one day like the old times', something alike

Eventually Bumblebee found evidence incriminating Wasp as a spy, but this is not Wasp, it's actually Buddy who acts as Wasp, while Wasp(Buddy) was wheeling away, (pretend to) protesting their innocence (and didn't swore on revenge), while Wasp, who pretend to be Buddy, stands there, he internally almost swear to revenge but remembers the small troubles he did and with his twin promise to Wasp, that he'll be a good bot, that helps others and never let revenge took over him, or something alike.

Wasp, who's now live as Buddy, being quiet and mute, and he's in repair crew with Bumblebee, or other, it's up to you

I'm gonna cut the request here cuz this become longer. I'll thinking doing another of this if that's okay

Oh!

Oh...

Back with more twin Buddy!

Hope you enjoy!

Wasp's twin taking his place as the spy

SFW, Platonic, Familial, Cybertronain reader

TFA

In their early years, it felt like it was Buddy and Wasp against the world.

Before they got their names at least.

He was the loud and borderline mean one.

Then there was his twin.

The extremely quiet one that couldn’t hurt a turbo fox if she tried.

He was extremely protective of his twin vowing to protect her from the harmful things of the world.

His way of doing that was hurting and mistreating others before they did it first.

“Can you please refrain from calling everyone a coward?”

“No.”

“Please? I’ve already had several mech’s yell at me about how ‘I’ called them a coward and had some oil spilled down my back side.”

“SO that’s why you’re wet.”

“…”

He swings his arm around them.

“Listen, no one’s going to bother us when we become a part of the Elite Guard. And everyone will remember us.”

“Hmm…”

“Have I ever steered you wrong?”

They raise and optic.

“You want that list alphabetically, numerically or color coded?”

She are about to get in the line when they see their twin start messing with some other recruits.

One of them looked like he came from the same protoform mold as they did but yellow and the other was a rather large green mech.

Her twin was making some unnecessary quips at them.

“Hey, knock it off. That was uncalled for.”

Their twin just huffs and goes to hang out with some other mechs in the line.

The yellow one glares at them.

“What? Is it your turn now?”—Yellow mech

They raise their servos in surrender.

“I just wanted to help.”

“I didn’t need your help.”—Yellow mech

“But it did look like you needed a friend on your side.”

The mech softens a bit.

The green mech pats their back a bit.

“Thanks! Hey, you look a lot like the other mech that was just here.”—Green mech

“That’s my twin believe it or not.”

“Yeesh! Sorry about that.”—Yellow mech

They wave it off as the three of them get into the line.

“He’s not all that bad.”

Their bootcamp commander was Sentinel Prime.

She already didn’t like his tone but kept quiet about it.

She quietly cheered for their twin getting his name.

Wasp, it suited him.

Sentinel stopped shortly in front of her taking a double take at Wasp.

“Why are there two of you?”--Sentinel

“That’s my twin Sentinel Prime, sir! But obviously she's the lesser twin compared to me.”--Wasp

Bumblebee and Bulkhead glared at him.

“She's not—”--Bumblebee

“Bumblebee! Keep your mouth shut!”--Sentinel

Sentinel now looked hard at her, making her feel nervous.

“Hmm… maybe you are the lesser part of your twin.”--Sentinel

She froze a bit hearing it.

Bumblebee was finding it hard to keep his mouth shut hearing Wasp and Sentinel talk about her like that.

She have been nothing but nice since they’ve been here.

“Your name is W-2. A grateful gift, mind you. Second place to your twin.”--Sentinel

Sentinel moved on to the next bots in line.

Wasp found the new name funny, even annoyingly going on and on about the name.

She just tried ignoring him.

Lately he had become more and more of a pain trying to show off to his new friends.

But it wasn’t all bad.

She did make fast friends with Bumblebee, Bulkhead, and later Longarm.

She'd much rather spend their time with the three mechs than their twin on most days.

W-2, Bulkhead and Longarm look at a pedeless Bumblebee on one of the slabs.

“Bumblebee? Where’s your pedes?”—W-2

Bumblebee crossed his arms.

“Your twin and goons decided to put them on the high shelf.”--Bumblebee

She winced a bit looking at Longarm.

“Longarm could you…?”—W-2

“Of course.”--Longarm

He reached up and grabbed the pedes to give it to her.

She reached for their tool kit.

“…I’ve been thinking about leaving the guard.”—W-2

“You’re what?! Why?!”--Bulkhead

“I don’t belong here Bee. I’ve been asking Longarm to help me get into security branch since he has connections there.”—W-2

“But… what about us? You’ll be leaving me, Bulkhead and Longarm. Not to mention how much worse things are going to get with Wasp.”—Bumblebee

She put the kit on their lap for a minute.

“…Its still up for debate Bumblebee, but I’ll let you know when I finally get to my decision.”—W-2

When Bumblebee came up with his theory about Wasp beginning the rat, She were furious that he would even think such a thing.

Sure, Wasp was a selfish jerk sometimes, but he would never do that!

When She told Wasp about the accusations he just laughed in their face.

He wasn’t worried about some false rumor, and he wasn’t going to start now.

W-2 came in a bit late to see some other guardsmen trying to wheel Wasp out.

“Wait! What’s happening?!”—W-2

Sentinel looked at them.

“Your twin here has been found guilty of spying for the enemy. He’s going to be spending a lot of time in the stockade.”--Sentinel

She looked at their terrified twin’s optics.

She knew what they needed to do.

“You can’t send him to the stockades.”—W-2

“And why not?”--Sentinel

“…because I’m the spy.”—W-2

Everyone looked surprised at the claim.

“You?”—Sentinel

“I…I impersonated Wasp and tried to let him take the fall. I’m coming in clean. Take me, not him.”—W-2

W-2 raise her servos to Sentinel.

He wastes no time cuffing them.

“Release Wasp.”--Sentinel

Wasp gets let go and just stands to the side in shock as she get put in his former shackles.

Bumblebee and Bulkhead looked shocked and betrayed as she began to pass them.

she had the muzzle on their mouth, it didn’t let the others see the sad smile on their face.

W-2 took one last look at everyone as the ship’s doors slowly closed.

SHe let a couple stray tears go as darkness consumed her.

At least Wasp was safe.

[and-claudia]

Against All Odds pt. 8 (Joel Miller x fem! reader)

General Warnings for later on: The main story will have an age gap between Joel and the reader (Reader will be 25 once we get to the main storyline), this will also be your warning that it will eventually be an x pregnant reader (if that’s not your jam, I’m sorry) there is also going to be more graphic/trigger parts later on so please always to be sure to read the warnings BEFORE reading. This story will also be 18+ and TO BE ON THE TAGLIST YOU CAN NOT BE AN AGELESS BLOG (i do actually check that) also there first hand full of parts are all prologue so Joel won’t actually be in it for a bit

Warnings for this part: guns, killing, cannon violence

Word count: 3400+

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As the truck went through the window I instinctively reached my hand out to brace myself for the impact. Pain radiated from my wrist all the way up my arm and my head jerked forward as we hit something heavy enough to stop the momentum of the truck. 

“Everyone okay?” Joel yelled. 

“Yeah.” Ellied said, she didn’t sound like she was in pain, which was good. 

“Sure.” I said through gritted teeth. 

I knew I messed up my wrist somehow, I just wasn’t in a position to assess if it was a  sprain, fracture, or just plain broken, and I definitely had whiplash in my neck. 

“Ellie, you’re not hurt or nothin’?” Joel asked. 

“No, I don’t think so, you and Yn okay?” 

“I’m fine.” Joel confirmed. 

“My wrist. Worry about it later though.” 

No sooner did the words leave my mouth than the bullets started being fired at the truck. Instinctively we all ducked down. 

“Belts off. Fast!” Joel yelled. 

I did as he said, and opened my door that was opposite of the window we crashed through. Before I slid out though, I managed to grab the bag that was at my feet and take it with me. Ellie got out from the back seat and Joel slid out behind me. We all sat bunched up together, using the truck as a shield. After a moment or two, Joel carefully maneuvered to get the rifle out of the truck to have some form of defense against the ones shooting at us. 

“Give us your shit, you make it through this! I promise!” I heard one of them yell, but I knew it was a trap. They would take our supplies and kill us. 

"Joel... the hole she can fit through it." I said nodding towards a hole in the wall. He nodded. 

“Ellie, you see it? When I say go, you crawl to that wall, you climb through and you don’t come out until one of us says, okay?” Joel said to her, I could tell she was scared. 

“Ellie, they won’t hit you, okay? They won’t.” I tried to reassure her. 

“Just stay down, stay quiet.” Joel added. 

“Mhm.” The girl nodded but I could tell she was still scared. 

“Ready?” Joel looked at me, and I got my gun ready, despite the shooting pain in my wrist and nodded. 

“Go!” Joel yelled and we both stood up, him at the bed and me at the hood, and began firing back at them. Ellie began making her way to the hole. 

I wanted to steal a look at her but couldn’t. I just continued shooting. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw one of Joel’s shots hit one of the men and he went down. I took that chance to duck back down behind the truck. 

“You motherfucker!” The other man yelled, he pissed. 

I made eye contact with Joel. There was debris further back that would offer bed coverage. He slightly communicated to me to go behind it. I nodded and stayed low as I moved to it. We stayed there silently, the only sound coming from the man as he got closer. Just as he rounded the corner, before he even got a chance to reach for his own trigger, Joel had already pulled his. I sighed in relief.

The calm only lasted for a second though because the next thing I knew, the back door to the building was swinging open and another man came in his weapon raised. He hadn’t seen me, only Joel. The two of them were now fighting up close and I couldn’t get a clear shot. Eventually, the man had Joel pinned to the ground. This was my shot I raised my gun and pulled the trigger. Nothing. Fuck. I was out of ammo. Joel was fighting against the rifle laying across his windpipe, legs kicking trying to force the man off of him. I tried to hurry to get the magazine out of my gun to reload it as fast as I could, but my hands were shaking. Then I heard a gun fire, causing me to jump. When I looked up from the gun, I saw Joel laying there breathing heavily, and the man dead beside him. I looked around for who had shot him and saw that Ellie had crawled back through and shot him. 

Joel slowly got up and gave Ellie a look. She handed the gun to him and turned around to go back behind the wall. He put the safety on and turned to me. 

“I’m sorry.” I shook my head and tried not to let the tears fall, “I- I thought I was counting how- how many rounds I had shot… I must have messed up… I thought there were two- two more.” 

“It’s okay, it happens.” He tried to reassure me. 

I shook my head, “If you die, I can’t get here there alone… I can’t do any of this alone, Joel… please.” The floodgates broke. 

He was in front of me in an instant, wrapping me up in his arms. 

“Sh, it’s okay, Yn. It’s okay… we gotta get out of site, okay.” I nodded weakly, “Come on.” 

He led me over to the wall, “Ellie, look for another way in!” 

“There’s a door but stuff is against it. I can try to move it.” She said. 

Soon we were all in the small room together. We rebarricaded the door and took a few minutes to regroup and figure out what supplies we had left. Between our two bags, we each had some food, Joel’s light, a few extra pairs of clothes, and ammunition. My wrist was definitely sprained pretty good, but I would just deal with that later. 

“Now what?” Ellie asked. 

“We go up. Hopefully, we can spot a clear route out.” Joel said. 

Joel led the way out of the building and down the alleyway behind it. We could hear cars driving down roads nearby, calling out for who I can only assume was one of the men we just killed. We made it to another building and slipped inside, unseen. We continued making our way from building to building, trying to get to the taller ones. It was slow moving but eventually, it became even slower. We had company. Men with armor on, carrying rifles, and handheld battering rams were going from door to door, looking for someone.

“They’re not FEDRA, and they’re not Fireflies, so who are they?” Ellie asked. 

“People.” Joel replied from where he stood, peeking out between two pieces of paper covering the window. 

“Are we going to be okay staying here, Joel?” I asked. 

“For a bit, at least. Looks like they’re checkin’ out apartment buildings first… But they’ll eventually start going through these places too. Take a look, Yn, see that tall one, about four blocks down?” Joel asked, stepping away to allow me to look. 

“Yeah, that where we’re heading?” I asked. 

“Once we don’t hear a truck, we move.” He confirmed. 

We all took a seat to wait for the coast to be clear and make our break for the building. 

“You okay, Ellie?” I asked. 

Shooting someone is traumatic, and I wanted to make sure she was okay. 

“Yup. Wasn’t my first time.” She said. Her tone was short and she clearly not wanting to talk about it yet. 

I nodded and let her be. 

“Are you okay, let me see your wrist.” Joel said, holding his hand out for me to place my hand in. 

I did and winced as my wrist touched his hand. He took a couple of seconds to examine it. 

“Can you move it?” 

I did the best I could which was hardly anything. But a little movement was good, it wasn’t broken and hopefully, the sprain wasn’t completely torn ligament bad. 

“We gotta wrap it.” Joel said. 

“It’s fine.” I insisted, but Joel gave me that look. 

“You would make me do the same. Ellie, she was stuff to wrap injuries in her bag, hand it to me.” He said. 

She did as he asked and soon my wrist was all wrapped up, preventing me from really using it. 

“This means I can’t shoot…” I said. 

“It’ll be okay.” Joel said, trying to get me not to worry. 

“Would now be a bad time to ask if I can have the gun back?” Ellie asked. 

Joel looked to me for my input. While she was still pretty young, with the proper knowledge it would be beneficial for her to have her own weapon just in case. 

“I mean, in the long run, it’s better to show her now rather than later.” I said and Joel nodded, knowing what I was true. 

He pulled the gun out and emptied the chamber, making sure nothing was left in it so it wouldn’t accidentally get shot out and either hurt someone or give our hiding spot away. Then he moved over to where Ellie was to show her how to use it properly. I moved to sit next to them to listen and give any input I could as well. 

“Show me your grip.” He said, handing her the gun. 

“Take your finger off the trigger.” I said. 

We were both surprised that she actually had a pretty decent grip on the gun. There was definitely room for improvement but she at least didn’t have a limp grip on it. 

“Now who taught you that?” Joel asked. 

“FEDRA school.” “Figures.” Joel said shaking his head slightly. 

Then he grabbed her other hand and brought it up to hold the gun as well, “Thumb over thumb, left and squeezes the right.” He explained as he guided her hands on where to go. 

“You got a good grip on it now?” I asked, “You sure?” I asked again before reaching over and trying to jerk it out of her grip. 

She held it just fine to which Joel and I nodded. 

“That’s why you hold it with two hands and not one. Makes it harder for someone to rip it out of your hands.” Joel explained. 

Joel collected the magazine off the floor and held his hand out for Ellie to give him the gun back. She did and he reloaded it for her before handing it back. She tested the new weight of it in her hands before nodding and going to put it in the back of her jeans. 

“Uh-uh. You put it in your pack.” Joel said. 

“Why? You and YN carry it like this.” She said. 

“We’re adults. Plus, you’d probably shoot your damn ass off.” Joel said, causing me and Ellie to laugh a little. 

“That can’t happen!” Ellie said. 

“Oh, but it can. I knew a guy, shot his ass off.” I said causing both of them to look at me funny. 

“Yup, when I lived in Alabama, after the breakout.” At this point Joel was looking at me funny, knowing I had never lived in Alabama. 

“His name was Forest, Forest Gump. He was friends with brother…” I explained. 

“Damn, that must suck! How did he take a shit?” Ellie asked, clearly believing the story. 

“I mean, keep your gun back there, you’ll find out for yourself.” I said and that seemed to convince her to put it in her pack instead. 

At this point, Joel had stood up and was checking outside. 

“It’s clear. We need to move.” He said, already moving to the door to pull the barricades off of it. 

Ellie and I both stood up and grabbed our stuff. We turned to Joel just before he opened the door. He hesitated and looked over at us. 

“We’ll get through this.” He said and we both nodded. 

We slipped out of the building and began making our way towards the taller ones. It was slow going. We constantly had to find cover from being spotted by anyone. The sun eventually began to set and we were finally at the taller ones. Which was great because I was getting tired of running from building to building. Joel hoisted Ellie up so she could break into the building through a vent and then let us in. We waited outside for her. 

“Where would you be without me?” She said, triumphantly as she opened the door. 

“By now, Wyoming.” Joel said. 

“Probably still in Boston.” I said, teasingly as I walked in. 

“Oh, yeah. Walked right into that one.” Ellie said, shutting the door behind us. 

We looked around the area we were in. It looked like a garage for whatever building we were at. “Okay, let’s make our way up. Rest. Come morning, I’ll take a look, find us a way out of the city.” Joel said, leading the way now. 

As we passed the doorway to the stairs Ellie and I both saw how many floors there were. 

“We’re not really going up all 47 floors, right?” Ellie asked.

My feet hurt even just hearing that number. 

“Forty-five, actually. Or as far as I can make it.” Joel said. 

“What about as far as I can make it?” I asked. 

“I’m older.” Joel shot back, teasing me. 

“I’m pregnant-er.” I said as we began climbing the stairs. 

“That’s not even a word.” 

“But its true… I’m like what, 12… 13 weeks probably… I can’t remember honestly.” I said the last bit to myself. 

“That sounds about right.” Joel said, shocking me a little. I had no idea he was keeping track of any of that. 

The climb went silent, until about the 20th floor when I could hear all of us breathing a little harder. 

“Hey,” Ellie’s voice finally broke the silence, “When that guy was hurt, how did you know it was an ambush?” 

Joel stopped and leaned on the railing for support, “I’ve been on both sides,” he began, “It was a long time ago. We did what we needed to survive.” 

“You and Yn?” 

“No, not Yn. Before Boston.” 

“So you and Tess?” She pressed. 

“And the others we were with. Including my brother.” He said. 

There were a few moments of silence before Ellie asked another question, “Did you kill innocent people?” 

I already knew the answer. Joel avoided the question and just told us to come on as he began climbing again. 

Finally, Joel decided we were high enough. My feet hurt. I could barely breathe. We got off the stairs and went into the halls to find a room. 

“Holy shit.” Ellie said. 

“Yeah.” I agreed. 

“Thirty-Three floors. That’s good. That’s high enough.” Joel said. 

“It better fucking be.” I said, leaning against the wall, trying to catch my breath. 

Joel had taken a seat against the wall beside to do the same thing. He didn’t get to sit for long though because Ellie was already pushing for him to get back up. 

“Come on, lazy ass.” She said causing me to laugh as she pulled him up to stand. 

“Lazy ass,” Joel repeated under his breath with a grunt, “I’m lazy, I am fifty-six years old you piece of shit.” He said back making us both laugh. 

We finally found somewhere to stay for the light. Joel busted through the glass on the door to get us in. Once we were in, Ellie and I found some cushions from the couches to use as mats to sleep on. Unlike last time, this time I decided to put mine and Joel's side my side. 

“Y’all better not do anything gross. I’m literally 6 feet away.” Ellie said upon seeing the setup. 

“Trust me, we won’t.” I said. 

Before she could say anything else, Joel began making all sorts of noise with broken glass. I looked over and he was dumping it all on the ground by the door. Ellie called his name a few times to get his attention but it wasn’t working until she pretty much yelled his name. 

“What?” he asked, confused as to why she just yelled. 

“What are you doing?” She asked. 

“I don’t want someone sneakin’ up on us while we’re sleepin’.” He said. 

Ellie nodded, “Ohh, I get it. Crunch, crunch, crunch.” She said as Joel walked over to the make shift mats, “Are you sure you’re gonna hear it?” 

I had to stop myself from laughing. 

“Of course, I’ll hear it. That’s the damn point.” He said, missing the old man joke completely. 

“Okay,” Ellie held her hands up in surrender, “Well, good night, then. Oh, and I already told her but I’ll tell you, no nasty stuff better be going on over on your mats.” She said.

Joel looked over to where I was sitting and saw how I had put ours out. I couldn’t read his emotions in the darkness of the room and it made me panic that I may have stepped over the line. Joel ignored her and came over to me. 

“If this isn’t okay and you’d rather sleep alone I can move mine away. I just wasn’t sure if-” I began to ramble. 

“It’s fine. Promise.” He said, setting down his stuff beside his side, which also just happened to be the side he always slept on with me. 

“Want some help with your boots?” He offered. 

I was very capable of doing them, but nodded nonetheless. He slipped them off and I was appalled at how swollen they were already. 

“Dude! That’s gross!” Ellie said, from where she was now lying on her side, watching us. 

“Well, this is the shit that I am assuming happens when you are pregnant and climb over thirty flights of stairs. I will not be retesting this assumption though.” I said. 

“Remind me to never have a kid. That looks painfull.” She said, before rolling back over. 

“Do they hurt?” Joel asked softly. 

I shook my head, “Not really, a little sore but tolerable.” I said, truthfully. 

“What about your wrist? How is that doing?” 

“It’s fine. We can look at it in the morning better.” I said before yawing. 

Joel nodded and settled down on his side as I did the same. We all lay in silence for a bit before Joel’s voice broke through it. 

“Hey, Ellie.” “Yea?” 

“When we were talkin’ about hurtin’ people earlier, what did you mean it wasn’t your first time?” Joel asked cautiously. 

I could hear Ellie shift around before she spoke, “I don’t wanna talk about it.” Jole turned his back to me to look over at her, “You don’t have to… I’m just sayin, it isn’t fair, at your age… having to deal with that.” He said, trying to comfort her in his own way. 

“So, it gets easier when you’re older?” She asked, clearly trying to joke to brighten the mood that had settled around them. 

“No, not really.” Joel said, shaking his head slightly. 

“I asked about you hearing the glass earlier because I noticed you don’t hear too well on your right side. Is that from where you got shot?” Ellie asked, changing the subject. 

“Probably more from shootin’,” He said, truthfully, “So if you wanna keep your hearing, stick to that knife.” He said before rolling back over. 

There were a few more moments of silence and I thought they were both drifting to sleep like I was but of course, Ellie spoke up one last time. 

“Hey Joel, did you know diarrhea is hereditary?” She asked, and I could already tell where this was going. 

“What?” Joel asked confused by the random question. 

“Yeah… it runs in your jeans.” She said. 

I could feel Joel behind me, looking back at her over his shoulder. I was failing to contain my small laughter. Ellie also laughed some. Joel rolled back over, draping one of his arms over me as I continued to snicker a little. 

“Jesus.” Joel said and I could hear the small smile in his tone.

“That is so damn stupid.” He said, trying not to laugh. 

“You laughed, motherfucker.” Ellie said. 

“I didn’t laugh.” “You’re trying not to!” I chimed in. 

“Guess I’m losing it, then.” He said. 

“Big time, dude.” Ellie said, still laughing. 

Finally, Joel broke and all three of us were laughing. Once we all eventually calmed down, we said our goodnights and went to sleep. 

I wasn’t sure how long I was asleep but at some point, my eyes snapped open to the sound of glass crunch under someone’s shoe. 

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[lunaroserites]

Art and Ice

Pairing: Eventual Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Characters: Natasha, Wanda, Pietro, Loki, Bucky, Sam Wilson, Steve Rogers, Peggy Carter, Tony Stark, Clint Barton, a lot of the avengers cast is mentioned.

Summery: This might a 2 or 3 parter. College AU, our boy Bucky is on the hockey team, and reader is an art major (because I love that troupe and couldn't help myself)

Warnings: Not beta'd! All mistakes are my own. Friends fluff, swearing I think, mentions of college students being college students. Bit of friendly harmless flirting between friends. Derogatory use of the word puck bunny. Bucky is a playboy. There is not interaction be MC and Bucky quite yet.

Word Court: 1935

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“I don’t know what to do,” you groaned as you threw your head back against the worn couch. 

“I want the project to focus on movement, but lifelike movement. Human movement.” You mocked your professor. It not being nature themed had to be a jab just for you. All your projects were nature related or still motion. 

“Professor Grace wasn’t targeting you,” Wanda said, letting out a chuckle at your dramatics. 

“Are you sure you’re not a drama major?” Pietro laughed as he threw a butter packet at you. 

“You two are the worst,” you sighed as you threw your arm over your eyes. Twins, why did my best friends have to be twins. The world is cruel, your thoughts drift.

“Why don’t you come to the track and draw me?” Pietro wiggled his eyebrows at you. You rolled your eyes in response.  

“Eh,” you sighed. You didn’t want a solution at the moment. You just wanted to complain. 

“She just wants to vent guys,” Natasha said as she came through the door holding a couple bags of takeout and a box of wine. “And I doubt she wants to see you and the rest of the track team in those tiny little running shorts you call clothing,” she sassed at Pietro. He just laughed, and stuck a pose with his leg up on the bar stool next to the island counter causing you all to laugh with him. 

“Thank you,” you exclaimed as she handed you your food. You threw a 10 at her and settled back down into the couch. 

“You know, you could come by the rink and draw a couple of the guys,” Nat mentioned. Her long term boyfriend was on the hockey team, Clint, a sharpshooting winger nicknamed Hawkeye. 

“Pfft,” you scoffed. “I’m not going to have them think I’m one of those, puck kitties, or whatever they’re called.” 

“Puck bunny,” Wanda chimed in, you pointed your chopstick at her and smiled. 

Natasha let out a loud laugh, one of those full bodied ones, “god they won’t think that.” You raised your eyebrow at her and gave her an incredulous look. 

“I can’t have them showing off because I’m there. I need to get them in their element. Not focused on what I’m doing,” you groaned again. “Biggest issue is I will need permission from the person or people. So they’ll have to know.” 

“Like I said Princessa, draw me. You have my permission,” Pietro winked, you rolled your eyes at him. 

“You’re too obvious of a choice. And as much as Wanda insists that Professor Grace doesn’t have a personal vendetta against me, she’ll love pointing out I picked the safe option,” you whined. 

“Wanda, you haven’t seen Grace in class. She will take any chance to criticize her pieces. Nitpicking to the extreme.” Natasha chimed in, “if it wasn’t for Dr. Rain I think our resident artist would've failed out of this course by now.” Dr. Rain was the head of the art department and after a wholly undergraded piece you submitted last semester Prof. Grace was on thin ice. So she graded you fairly but took every chance to tear you apart in front of the class. 

“I’ll think about the hockey team. It would be the least expected from me anyway,” you signed and got up from the couch taking everyone’s garbage and throwing it out. Football season was over, but the hockey season was in full swing right now and our team was top of the league. 

“They have practice tomorrow night, you should come by and look at it,” Nat said, giving you a knowing look. 

~The Next Day~

That's how you ended up in the rink. Underdressed because you didn’t realize how cold an ice rink would be in the stands. You were right though, about the type of girls that hung out there, they were scantily dressed and leaning over the tunnel that the players exited and entered from. How they weren’t frozen baffled you. 

Nat was sitting reading a chemistry book across from you near the bench, as you didn’t want the team knowing you knew her. Well everyone but Clint. You’ve hung out quite a few times over the past couple years. You took a seat a few rows up opposite the bench near what Nat called the Sin bin (penalty box.) It gave an excellent undisrupted view of the rink and the players as they practiced. 

The sounds of skates gliding over fresh ice and sticks bouncing off it was an almost soothing sound. The puck skittered across the ice as it was passed between teammates and shot toward the empty net. The goalie, a guy named Quill, was performing some kind of ritual at the opposite end of the rink. Nat mentioned he was a bit of an odd duck. But according to her all goalies were odd in their own ways. 

The movement was fluid and easy to follow. How these giant men moved so weightlessly across the ice left you in awe. The Captain of the team was a blonde center named Steve Rogers, better known as Cap. Most of the school knew him, he was in a few of your art classes over the semesters. His girlfriend Peggy, was the student union president. 

The star of the team was his blurry best friend James “Bucky” Barnes. He was a “winger,” with good prospects for the NHL according to Nat as she gave you a lowdown of the team as you guys went there just after practice started. He was nicknamed the White Wolf. How a man of his size moved that easily was mesmerizing, he almost floated over the ice and it looked like he was dancing. He was sinfully handsome as well. Every other week he had a new girl hanging off his arm. Undoubtedly one of those puck bunnies as they were called. He was the talk of the school after the football season concluded. 

It made you dislike him on principle. The sports were definitely more priority in the school and the art department lacked thanks to these overgrown toddlers on skates. But you couldn’t deny his natural handsomeness, he looked effortlessly handsome and it was almost unfair. 

You looked down at your sketch pad that you had been absently scratching at. Bucky seemed to be your muse because you couldn’t take your eyes off him as he effortlessly skated around the rink. You were in danger and you knew it. You gulped and closed the book before quickly gathering your things and leaving. 

It didn’t take Nat long to text you and ask where you went. You sent her a quick message back saying you were cold. Not that Bucky, the school's playboy, had quickly become the muse of your piece. 

“Nat, I thought you said your friend was coming by,” Clint asked as he wrapped an arm around her shoulders. 

“She did, she left because she was cold,” Nat chuckled. 

“Anyone know the pretty one watching by the sin bin?” She overheard Wilson ask. “And what she was doing?” 

“I think I was in a couple art classes with her,” Steve mentioned missing your name. 

“I won’t complain if she comes by again,” Barnes said. Wilson raised a brow at him. 

“What, so you can break her heart well?” 

“Look doll, it’s not you,” 

“It’s me.” Wilson and Stark said together. Barnes shot both men a glare. Then the high pitched whine of Barnes newest fling squealed his name and that was Clint and Nat’s queue to hightail it out of there. The collective groans from the rest of the team matched her thoughts. 

~A couple days later~

“Loki, I don’t know what I’m going to do, this project is worth too much for me to go safe,” you sighed as you laid your head on his lap. He was reading some classic novel for his English class in the student commons. His fingers nimbly moved through your hair as he held the book in the other hand. 

“Darling, just go back to the ice rink,” he knew almost immediately when something was up when you were walking together a couple days later. The perspective bastard. Loki was your best friend since middle school, his brother Thor was the star quarterback for the football team in both high school and here. 

“Why would I do that,” you pouted. 

“Because you clearly want to draw this man, and it will ruin you for months just like that piece you did of Helena,” he said shortly. Helena or Hela was his big sister and she was absolutely stunning. You had pined over drawing her for a piece for months before Loki forced you to ask her. It fixed everything and life back to normal after you painted the piece. 

“I hate when you do that,” you whined, his eyes flicking down to your face. 

“Hate what darling,” he mused. 

“That, being reasonable and knowing what I need before I admit what I need to do.” He laughed and ruffled your hair affectionately. 

“Comes with years of experience,” he sighed and placed his book down next to his leg. “Do bundle up this time will you,” he called as you walked away, you quickly flipped him the bird as you rounded the corner. 

And there you were back at the rink again. Although tonight was a game night and the rink was packed. “20 dollars,” a nasally boy said as he pushed his glasses up, he looked bored out of his mind. 

“Pardon?” You asked, looking at him. 

“It’s 20 dollars to get in the game,” he said in an annoyed tone. 

“Oh, I’m a student,” you showed your ID card, he rolled his eyes, “5 dollars.” You nodded and placed the five down. Only partners of the team got in free. Perk of fucking one of the team members you guessed, that must have outweighed the fear of them cheating or getting bored. You knew that wasn’t fair. At least two of the guys were in committed relationships and one was in an on again off again relationship. The rest though you weren’t sure, you shock your head at the thought. 

You caught the flaming red hair of Nat in her reserved seat next to the bench, Peggy was next to her. There were a few open seats at the top of the rink, not great from getting a good view of what you needed to draw. But it would have to do. Instantly your eyes were drawn to Barnes, number 17, flying up the ice leaving the opposing team in the dust, snow? With a quick flick of his wrist the puck was shot sideways and Barton scored. The crowd stood and cheered loudly. You wished you had ear plugs now. The buzzer was insanely loud and made your ears ring. How Nat enjoyed this you’d never understand. Barton. You thought, Nat wasn’t big on sports, but she was big on her sweet boyfriend. 

You focused on Barnes as he showboated around the rink, celebrating his assist. He moved so fluidly, you were mesmerized. You drew many little pieces focusing on the movement trying to capture the effortlessness of him skating. You were startled from your drawing when the buzzer screeched again the crowd roared in applause. The team scored again and it seemed to be Barnes that scored this time. Hats flew onto the ice as he skated around. That was odd, you squinted at the action. His eyes caught yours for a split second as he rushed past and it felt like eternity. 

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[phantoms-lair]

Izuku 1/2 - better name pending -Snip

"You haven't used your quirk." Izuku looked up from the snack he got at the vendors. "The first two events of the Sports Festival are over." Todoroki stated. "You could have handled the obstacle course with ease with your wings, no one would have been able to touch you. Instead you handicapped yourself."

"This is not a criticism I need to hear from someone who's only been using half their quirk the entire year." Izuku pointed out.

"It's not a criticism, I just wanted to know if...if we're doing it for the same reason." There was an edge of desperation in his voice. An almost need that somebody would understand.

"It's not just that I'm not using it." Izuku unscrewed the the cap of his water and pour some on his exposed arm, where it beaded up unnaturally. "I've made it so I can't. There was a time when these water-based transformation quirks were a lot more common, so they developed a type of waterproof soap to prevent accidents." "Why?' Todoroki breathed.

"Because," Izuku seemed to falter for a second before steeling himself. "I love my quirk. I love how useful it can be in being a hero. But I am NOT my quirk. My potential, my capacity to help, to grow, to achieve, those things are me and not a magical transformation. So many people see a hero and their potential as as nothing more than their quirk and they're wrong." Izuku ended his impromptu speech with a snarl.

Todoroki sat down hard. Blood pounded in his ears as Midoriya's words repeated themselves again and again in his ears I am not my quirk.

Because his quirk was all he'd even been. He'd been born for it, his siblings had been born in their attempts to make what would be his quirk. His childhood, his training, everything he'd ever been was because of his quirk, and the bastard that gave him half of it.

I am not my quirk

They're wrong

"Todoroki, are you okay?"

"Do you really believe there's more to me than my quirk?"

Izuku was quiet for a moment. "Todoroki, who do I need to have Sensei beat up?"

Sheer confusion brought him back to his sense for a bit. "What?" "If I beat them up I'm going to get expelled. Sensei, he -he really doesn't care." "He doesn't care about going toe to toe with the number 2 pro hero?" Todoroki asked skeptically. To his surprise, Midoriya grinned. "Well, the last pro hero was a hugely disappointing fight, so this would probably be a treat."

"Who was the last hero?"

"Not gonna name names, but someone who thought me being quirkless meant I should be abused and be thankful for the opportunity to serve my betters."

That was sick. "I hope your Sensei kicked his ass." Izuku grinned. It wasn't a nice grin. "He did." Then his grin faltered. "I was a late bloomer. Eight years old." "Did things get better?" Todoraki asked. "Almost immediately." Izuku said bitterly. "But that was almost worse because, things didn't really change, I just wasn't someone less evolved, so how they treated me was wrong. But...that's not why it was wrong and the next quirkless person or person with an unactivated quirk would be treated just how I was. So I want to change the idea that quirks are what's important. I'm going to do my best to win the sports festival quirkless. I'll show everyone just what the quirkless can do!"

Todoroki's hands gripped his knees. "My father, Endeavor - the number two hero. He bought my mother because he wanted her quirk. He wanted to create a strong enough quirk to unseat All Might. It took him four tries to succeed. He doesn't really care about my siblings, just me - his masterpiece." "And your mother?" Izuku was almost afraid to ask.

"She's been in a mental hospital since I was small."

"Consider his ass kicked." Izuku took a swing of his water. "Todoroki...I completely support you not using your fire today, but you're going to have to use it in hero work eventually. So," Izuku grinned. "How would you feel about using it in a way impossible for Endeavor?"

"Impossible for Endeavor?" Todoroki tilted his head like a confused cat. "For all his faults as a human being, he's a master of the flame."

Izuku snorted. "Master? His abilities are no fire, yes fire, and unreasonable amount of fire. What I'm talking about is being a rescue hero."

Todoroki let out a small laugh at Izuku's description of Endeavor's capabilities. The first Izuku had ever heard him make. "What do you mean a rescue hero? I'm clearly most suited for combat."

"And according to the people growing up the only thing I was suitable for was a training tool for actual quirked people to practice their quirks on, so fuck was people say we're 'suited' for'." Izuku paled. "Please don't tell my Mom I said that. But your quirk would be perfect for rescue work."

"How so?"

"You can make fire at will. You could keep people warm in an avalanche - and your ice could do the opposite in an overheating situation. You could be light in a cave in or night rescue. You could combine your fire and ice to make fresh water, or use your fire to cook. Your ice could act as supports to prevent further collapse, kind of like Rock Lock's quirk. You would be an AMAZING rescue hero. And all of it would be using both sides of your quirk to help and comfort rather than just attack. And that's kinda of what I meant by something Endeavor wasn't capable of. He's sort of a combat monster, for a given value, but that's all he is."

That was...that was a lot of things no one had ever told him before. He was told since his quirk appeared that he was going to be the best hero, and to do that he needed to take down villains. But to Midoriya, he had potential outside of combat. To help those that needed it the most without causing harm. That the fire he hated so much could be used as a gentle warmth.

Midoriya was right. That was impossible for his father.

"A rescue hero. I...I think I like that. Thank you for you guidance."

"We both have something to prove." Midoriya he'd out his water bottle like a toast. "Let's mess with their conceptions."

Todoroki grinned and tapped his own water bottle to Midoriya's. "Let's"

~

"Your sensei is BATTLE GRANNY!!!!!!!"

[captain039]

PART 8 Stains of red

Astarion x omega!reader

Warnings: Vampire things, blood, light gore, witch things, fantasy things, swearing, age gap, heats, smut, shameless flirting, virgin reader, indulging in pleasure xD, pining, oral

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Your nod was too enthusiastic and he chuckled. You cursed yourself silently as he crawled back and stood, untying his pants agonisingly slow. You sat up and shrugged off your bra hesitantly, but his eyes stared at you with raw hunger. You watched his fingers and huffed slightly at the pace, you shuffled down the bed and undid his tie for him. He just laughed and your hands faltered, your mind was glazed over, your magic failing to stop the pressing need in your stomach. He smirked down at you as you grabbed his waist band and tugged. He let you tug his pants down and stepped out leaving him in his underwear. You glanced to him as he watched you, head slightly tilted, gods you hoped you were doing this right. You hesitated and took a breath, slipping off the bed and kneeling in front of him. You heard him take a breath as you grabbed his underwear band and tugged it down. His cock sprang free and you almost jumped which made you feel stupid. You sat up a bit higher on your knees and took him in your hand.

“Spit in your hand first” he said quietly and you faltered, you already messed up. His hand cupped your cheek and made you look at him.

“You don’t have too” he said softly, giving your cheek a stroke.

“I want to” you said nervously and he smiled.

“I’ll guide you through it” he said letting his hand slip from your face. You did as he said and spat in your hand making sure it was wetter. You lifted your hand to hold him again and he let out a sigh when you did.

“Gently move your hand up and down” he said eyes closed. You did as he said, watching the way his abs tensed. You found a rhythm, listening to him panting slightly. You’ve only read about this in books, you got curious and slid your hand up his cock and swiped a thumb over the tip. He let out a snarl that broke off into a moan, you swiped your thumb again gathering the pre-come. You stroked back down again and he sighed head leaning back. You sat a little straighter and gently pressed your lips to the side. His whole body went tense and you feared you did something wrong before he shuddered and moaned softly. You gently kissed and licked, getting used to the taste before you put his tip in your mouth.

“Hells” he muttered brokenly hand gripping your head. You looked to him as he looked down to you, loosening his grip. You gently began to suck the tip and he moaned quietly, hand still holding your head gently. His hips stuttered and you slowly slid down more of his cock, you didn’t want to gag though. You used your hand for the rest of his length as you pumped your head and hand together. His hand on your head was pushing your head, but he kept restraint. You were shocked though when he pulled you back suddenly, panting.

“Sorry” he muttered catching his breath.

“I don’t want to come yet” he added and you flushed, but nodded as you stood, his hand slipping from your hair. He kept gazing at you like you were some expensive treasure. You shuddered a bit under his gaze feeling slick beginning to slid down your thigh, gods this brought your heat almost to full swing. The magic was still there, but it’d wear off eventually. He nodded to the bed and you got the hint going back to the bed and lying down on your back.

“Roll over” he said twirling his finger a bit and you did as he said. You frowned slightly, heart echoing in your ears as you heard him climb on the bed with you. You felt his breath fan your back briefly before lips pressed down your spine and over your shoulder blades. One of his hands grabbed your hips and tugged them up so your ass was in the air more. You bit the inside of your cheek, you were nervous and excited, butterflies in your stomach.

“Ready?” He asked quietly in your ear and you nodded. You closed your eyes and rested your chest fully on the bed, he held your hip before you felt his tip pressing against your entrance. You held your breath instinctively as he leaned over your body again.

“Breathe” he whispered and you did feeling him slide in fully. You bit back a moan, hands clenching at the intrusion. You felt and heard him pant, the grip on your hip almost brushing, but you didn’t mind. You moaned brokenly and panted.

“I know sweet thing” he whispered hushing you gently. You made a small gesture with one hand, removing all the magic from your body and let the heat take over you fully. Your mind and body was hit with an abundant of need that he felt apparently. He groaned in your ear resting his head against yours as you whined and rocked your hips. Your mind was set to one thought and that was him.

He slowly began to move, the new sensations making you clench the sheet under you. Your body better accommodated him with the heat, more slick making you wetter, your body relaxing, almost going limp, your mind in a haze. You let yourself fully let go into the feelings not knowing what it truely meant in heat. When you were alone you’d place spell after spell on yourself to avoid all this, the pain, the want, but now, now you had him.

“Gods” he groaned and you whined in response pushing your hips up more. The feelings overwhelmed you as you were reduced to a whining and moaning mess. Astarions hips quickened against yours the sound of flesh on flesh filling the room, the smell of sex in the air. Gods your body was on fire, you had a layer of sweat over you and you were struggling to keep your head straight. Astarion growled softly, arm going around your middle and tugging you up with him. You whimpered softly at the movement, your knees either side of his as you lowered down on his cock again, he felt deeper this time. He gave small thrusts while you moved your hips up and down, hand cupping your neck, pants filling your ears. His breath fanned your neck and you tilted your head giving him better access. He made a small noise like he was holding back. You reached back and gripped his side trying to form words.

“It’s ok” you whispered and he finally bit down. You hissed at the sudden sting as he began to drink your blood hips stuttering against yours. His arm tightened around your waist and neck, keeping you in place. You moaned simply before you felt his hand trail down your front. You moaned softly feeling fingers press against your clit and beginning to rub. Him drinking and filling you was too much and you came softly with a cry a blocked whine leaving Astarions throat. He let go of of your neck groaning deeply as your knees shook and you struggled to stay upright. Your mind went blank with the burst of your orgasm, struggling to catch up with the world. Astarion held you close whispering sweet nothings, placing kissed along your neck. You hadn’t realised he came with you, his breath just as harsh as yours. He stayed inside you though your walls clenching down on him making him pant softly. He held you fully, you couldn’t support your body weight and your legs were numb. He moved you gently after a while, making you whine as he lifted you off his cock and laid you down on the bed. You could barely move, but he stood, legs trembling slightly. You frowned seeing him go off towards the bathroom, you couldn’t find your voice though.

“Astarion” you called finally as he emerged back out with a damp cloth.

“Sleeping in cum is not enjoyable” he said and you flushed. He cleaned himself and you making you bit your lip at the sensitivity of it. He threw the rag in the bin before he finally came back. You saw his hesitation to join you though and a deep sadness filled you. You genuinely thought he was going to leave after that as tears filled your eyes and you rolled over so your back was to him.

“Darling?” He asked confused as you awkwardly got under the covers and silently cried. Gods your heat made your emotions hay wire too, another reason to use magic. You felt the bed dip though and frowned seeing Astarion crawl to lie in front of you.

“Why’re you crying?” He asked worried hand cupping your cheek to wipe your cheeks. You were embarrassed now.

“Thought you were going to leave” you mumbled and he looked shocked propping himself up on his elbow.

“I wouldn’t leave, not after that” he said chuckling lightly, but stopped once he looked at you again.

“I wouldn’t do that to my omega” he said softly hand cupping your cheek again, gently stroking it with his thumb. The words ‘my omega’ filled your head like a song and you felt yourself blush and scoot closer to hide in his chest. He laughed softly lying back down and letting you tuck yourself under his chin. You took a small breath in enjoying the light alpha scent he gave off, though it only reminded you of the ‘something’ lurking in the town, messing with you both.

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