#AAAND WE'RE FINISHED!

[cocoa-rococo]

Koopaling Headcanons: Morton

Larry | Morton | Wendy | Iggy | Roy | Lemmy | Ludwig

The gentle giant who's solid as stone, and the main enforcer of Bowser's army! A wonderful lad, he is.

Right-handed.

Fond of scrapbooking! He has a few about his siblings and growing up together, but also keeps some about his interests. Wendy likes to gift him cute papers and pattern clippers, and Lemmy finds him cool stickers.

Likes watching wrestling with Roy, which often becomes wrestling with Roy.

He likes watching cooking shows for recipes ideas with Larry, and listening to him ramble about how people are doing things incorrectly.

Has a fairly good memory, and is the most likely to not get distracted on a mission, a trait Ludwig is incredibly grateful for.

Favorite season is winter, due to the novelty (but he can't stay in the snow for too long). Summer is a close second.

A pretty decent writer. His prose is fantastic; it's speaking aloud that he had trouble with.

Surprisingly good at healing magic, possibly more so than Ludwig or even Kamek.

He got gifted a camera from Iggy when he was ten, and he's been taking good care of it ever since. He uses it for scrapbooking, mostly, but he likes taking pictures of what surrounds him.

Very fond of yarrow flowers, due to the colors and how so few of them grow in the Darklands. He first discovered them when he was stationed on a mountain fortress waiting for Mario, and picked a whole bunch to keep inside.

Favorite candies are butterscotch and caramel chews, as well as crunchy rock-candy.

While his favorite pastries are donuts, Wendy once gave him a slice of her patisserie’s strawberry shortcake to try, and he’s been hooked on the flavor even since.

Prefers keeping his notes on pen and paper rather than a phone. He likes the feeling of writing.

Favorite fruit is raspberries and oranges.

Allergic to peanuts, but he prefers Nutella anyway.

His skin is actually much thicker than his siblings to help resist temperature extremities, and since he likes to burrow in sand a lot, it sometimes can get cracked and dry. He and Wendy like to get treatments and make a day of it together.

One of his favorite things is just sitting with his siblings and seeing what they're doing. He's happy to help with whatever they're involved in.

The physically strongest koopaling out of the seven. He's sometimes not quite aware of his strength, but he's trying to get better at it.

Has a soft spot for cute, fluffy animals. Probably aware of Larry's love for a ‘girly’ pony show, but doesn't mind.

Likes listening to Ludwig go on about his mystery novels, and helps as a sound-board for when he needs to bounce theories off someone.

He keeps a miniature zen-garden in his room, and likes to spend time raking little patterns in the sand and moving the rocks around.

The first of his siblings to figure out how to transform his wand into another weapon.

Magic is a weird case with him; trying to cast was difficult, even if the effect was fine. When he learned how to wield his hammer, however, it felt much more intuitive.

Really good with kids, even if he doesn't see a lot of them. He was the most excited out of all his siblings for when Junior was born.

Easily the best secret keeper out of the seven. That koopaling is a VAULT.

Has a fondness for birds, especially ducks. He once got to go to a farm with little ducklings and hold them, and he was crying happy tears almost the entire time.

Coincidentally, he's got an amazing rubber ducky collection. It's very cute, and touching it without his permission will very likely kill you.

Is a big fan of sculpture work, and sometimes will make little trinkets and carvings from chunks of rock he finds. His love of making things is also what convinced him to create Morton's Construction, when his siblings were making businesses.

Wendy is on a persistent quest to make him an Instagram for his scrapbooks and carving work. Morton is on a persistent quest to remember to use it, but always gets distracted.

One of the best taiko drummers —and kumi-daiko performers — this side of the Darklands. He practices with the Hammer Bros.

Can and will stop everything and anything he's doing to make sure an animal crosses the street safely.

Has an almost mom-level accuracy for knowing where lost things are. Any time his siblings can't find something, they go to him, and ninety percent of the time, his guesses are right.

Loves giving hugs! Does not love how he sometimes hugs a little too hard and people get squished.

He likes experimenting in the kitchen with Larry, offering spice suggestions and combos, even if he turns the heat on way too high.

[juustozzi]

an hour more until I'm home and it's vr story time rrrar

[teddybeartoji]

Mickey im still waiting patiently for my treats yk… :( 🤧💔

ahaa patience is of virtue my dear beloved!!!! everybody wants treats and everybody will get theirs soon enough:333333333

[arminsumi]

★ Nanami Kento is on a dating app

★ Pairings : fem reader / Nanami Kento

★ Synopsis : Gojo and his students make Nanami a dating profile without him knowing. And he passes on all the profiles except yours, which catches his interest. So the two of you go on a dinner date and hit it off.

★ Content : fluff, humor

★ Warnings : 🔞 MDNI/18+, smutty/suggestive, light angst

"Okay, what else can we add?" Yuji asked.

"He's friends with the handsome Gojo Satoru." Gojo said, peering into the phone.

"—Friends with the handsome Gojo Satoru. Okay. Got it. How tall is Nanamin again? Gotta have height, it's important."

Gojo thought for a moment, "Six and a half feet."

"Okay! Aaand voilà; Nanami Kento is now online." Yuji finished up Nanami's profile.

Yuji and Gojo high-fived to celebrate their efforts.

Megumi looked up from his own phone, "He's gonna kill the both of you once he finds out about this. You know he's allergic to his phone."

"Hush, Megumi, you helped us commit this crime. You added the "bad at texting" part didn't you?" Gojo said.

"What — you added that!? I was just stating a fact, you idiots!" Megumi cringed.

What was the meaning of this? Well.

Yuji, Megumi and Gojo were worried about Nanami's recent gloom. He'd just called it quits with his wife a year ago, and only now was he really starting to feel the impact of heartbreak. Though he remained pretty stoic about it, Gojo picked up on his gloominess.

They decided that he needed to start dating again, to get out into the world and meet potential soulmates, so that maybe he could realize there are plenty of fish in the sea. Of course, none of them had been married. They didn't really understand that he couldn't just "go out and try again" after being married to someone for 5 years.

Gojo had come up with the idea of secretly making Nanami a profile on a dating app.

Oh boy, when Nanami found out...

"Satoru what the fu—"

"—You have sooo many requests just look through 'em at least! Promise me you'll go on at least one date, okay? ATTA BOY!"

"You're seriously annoying." Nanami sighed.

So he looked through the profiles of people who sent him requests. He frowned so intensely that frown lines formed on his aging skin.

He kept deleting request after request, barely paying more than two seconds of interest to the icons let alone the profiles. Nanami was thinking judgmentally about each profile.

Then his thumb stopped moving. He stared and paid attention to your icon when it showed up.

He read your profile.

YOU

Bio : I like reading. Dilf-enjoyer. Need a beach vacation that lasts the rest of my life. 🥲 My friends forced me to make a profile.

Then he looked at your profile icon closer, zooming in on your face. You weren't smiling in the picture.

Gojo peered over and opened his big mouth;

"Ah, not her — she looks like a party pooper with that kinda frown."

A frown. He accepted your request. Gojo seemed totally confused.

Your phone buzzed.

🔔 LOVEHIVE

↳ NANAMI KENTO ACCEPTED YOUR REQUEST

↳ 1 NEW MESSAGE FROM NANAMI KENTO

Kento : Hello. How are you. Sorry about the weird profile description. My annoying friend Gojo and his students made this profile without my knowledge.

You scrunch your face in confusion and laugh. You've just finished your nightly routine and stroked lotion on your freshly shaven legs when you receive this message from Nanami.

He waits, tapping his foot on the cold kitchen floor as he drinks a glass of wine — languidly and sophisticatedly.

You : haha it's no problem. why did you accept my request?

Kento : I don't know. I liked the fact you were frowning in your profile picture. It resonated with me.

You : 😂 oh thanks. love that

Kento : What about you? Why did you send me a request?

You : your description was a perfect match so my friend sent the request.

Kento : Same friend who made you make this profile?

You : yeah 😭 to be fair tho... we do match. we're practically made for each other.

Kento : Yup. "Aspiring dilf" and "dilf-enjoyer". Legendary romance in the making.

You and Nanami kept talking... huh. Go figure.

An hour and a half went by without Nanami even realizing — he was texting, something he genuinely hated doing and only ever did out of necessity for work. And usually he ignored messages from friends, especially that idiot Gojo.

But Nanami wandered around his penthouse, texting you, chuckling to himself and smiling at your texts until his dimples and smile lines showed up.

You : alright then. see you tomorrow at 5:30 pm yes? you can cancel if you change your mind or don't feel well.

Kento : Yes sure. Same to you. Don't feel pressured.

You both said goodnights... but then talked a little more.

Then another hour later, Nanami finally got into bed.

He slipped into the silky, satin sheets after completing his nightly routine. His was a little different to yours — he had no interest in skincare so that part was entirely neglected. You'd talked to him about your routine.

Nanami thought as he stared at the ceiling; maybe she can introduce me to some magic products that take away these dark circles.

Usually when he falls asleep, he thinks about all the problems in his life and all the pending, imminent work that he has to complete the next day. Even if it was the weekend coming, or a holiday, nothing cured his need to work. Gojo called him a workaholic, but that wasn't entirely true. Deep down, Nanami really just needed that big vacation.

And the date with you was like a type of vacation.

Now, listen, when he first saw you standing there waiting for him in the slight drizzle, his gentleman guilt ate him up.

"I'm so sorry. The traffic wouldn't budge." he apologized immediately. "Get inside, you'll get sick."

This man was by far the biggest gentleman you'd ever met. Before even saying hello, he already showed care by steering you out of the rain.

You sat across from him, and easing into the conversation was awkward — because he tried to break the ice by asking you which books you enjoyed reading, and you replied honestly.

"I uh... so do you know this app?" you pulled out your phone, giggling, "I read on here. Usually smut."

"What's smut?" he asked.

You burst out laughing, thinking it was the funniest thing in the world to tell this to someone you'd just met. He got your humor, although it confused him — what's smut? You didn't explain. He figured it out for himself.

Well, the ice was certainly broken.

The two of you talked over a bottle of wine. The night deepened. You felt a bit out of place in this fancy restaurant. No other men had taken you to such an exquisite place before.

"What music do you listen to?" you asked conversationally.

"Uh," he thought for a moment, "Lots of Billie Holiday. Does that make me sound like an old man?" he chuckled awkwardly.

"Not at all." you replied.

"I just like relaxing to that music." he said.

"What else? Any music that isn't from the dinosaur age?" you asked.

There's a slightly flirty edge in your voice that he picks up on. He doesn't know what to do. He tries to sound flirty back.

"Hey now don't be rude... I'm still in my twenties."

"In your twenties... and you enjoy dinosaur music." you teased.

You pulled out his first smile of the night. His smile lines and subtle dimples showed up.

He got the hang of flirting. It had been a while, so it took some easing into. He hadn't been romantic since... well. You know.

"So, you're divorced?" you asked sensitively.

"Yeah. Have been for a year now." he nods.

He started circling his thumb on the rim of his wine glass. He couldn't meet your gaze — your eyes made him feel entranced.

"Do you mind if I pry?" you asked. "I just want to know why it didn't work out. I mean, personally, I'm scared of marriage and I don't think I'll ever tie the knot with anyone."

Nanami chuckled, "Scared of marriage? I understand. If I could offer you any advice for getting ready to marry... I'd say choose your men like you'd choose wine." he advised.

Then he continued, "Anyways, she cheated on me. I mean, I saw it coming and I could have ended it sooner so I don't know why I held on for so long and talked it out with her. I think I just wanted to believe that the one I loved wasn't a bad person. But she was."

"Oh. That's heavy. Are you doing okay?" you asked.

Nanami finally looked up at you and made lingering eye contact.

"Nothing wine can't fix — kidding. I'm doing my best. I mean, truthfully, if it weren't for my work to keep me busy I think I'd just sulk around the house in my slippers." he said.

"You shouldn't sulk in your slippers, you should sink your feet into sand." you said. "Get that vacation in Malaysia."

His mouth spread into a dimply smile at this.

"Well, if I go on vacation, I feel it would be right to bring you with. As attractive as you look with a frown, I'd like to see you smiling." he said.

Your cheeks warmed up. "Gee, I'd love to go on a vacation with you... but I've only just met you. What if you're a serial killer?"

He chuckled, "I work a nine to five job and listen to Billie Holiday. Does that spell "serial killer" to you?" he asked rhetorically.

"Maybe." you joked, "I'm sure lots of serial killers work nine to five jobs and listen to Billie Holiday."

He laughed again. You admired his dimples. Suddenly, you remembered something funny about his profile.

"So, what about that "aspiring dilf" part of your bio?" you asked humorously.

"Oh, are you intrigued by that?" he flirted, "I'm sure it was my friend Gojo who added that. I swear, I mentioned to him just once that I wanted to have a family, and he interpreted me as an... "aspiring dilf"."

Your lips curled into a smirking smile that made Nanami's stomach muscles tense up.

"Well if it counts, I like the process of baby making. Don't know about having a huge family, though." you said.

Nanami blinked and became completely flustered by what you had said. He was taking a sip of wine and nearly choked on it.

"Good to know." he replied. "Can't say I feel the same about the process of baby making, though."

"Why is that?" you asked.

You and Nanami talked about sex over dessert. He distractedly nibbled on his tiramisu.

"... my first times for everything were really awkward. Not bad. Just jarringly awkward. And then with my wife, she seemed a bit disappointed in me for not being sexually inclined. Probably part of the reason she went off with my co-worker, you know."

You listened to him, and he was thrilled to feel so at ease. It was just the first date and yet he could be so raw with you.

"Well, my first time was awful." you reminisced, then went on to talk about your first times.

Nanami nodded slowly, then spoke up, "Maybe you just needed a more experienced man to take care of you properly."

You squeezed your thighs together tighter and felt your skin flush hot.

"Maybe. Do you know a guy?" you joked flirtatiously.

Nanami smiled bashfully. "Sorry, I didn't mean to be too forward there."

"Not at all. I'd love to try with an experienced man who knows how to treat me right." you murmured.

You leaned over the table, looking up into his eyes.

Nanami reciprocated your sultriness. His heart was beating faster, and he stopped eating his tiramisu.

"... how do you want to be treated?" he asked.

"... well, I'd love a strong gentleman to grab me by the hair... and give me his babies."

Nanami's breath hitched. He had a tent forming in his pants, his cock was squished against his inner thigh getting longer as it got harder.

"... I think I can do that." he replied breathlessly.

He felt a small shiver when you brought your hand up to his cheek to caress it. Just that small touch sparked so much inside him.

By the time he paid the bill, his boner was calming down. But when you said goodbye to him and caught your taxi, you did something that made his cock stiffen again.

You got on your tiptoes and planted an appreciative kiss on his dimple.

"Thank you for showing me a good time." you murmured into his ear.

He swallowed hard, "Of course... thank you for being good company."

"Mhm. Look forward to keeping you company again."

© arminsumi

I do not permit the copying/reposting/translation/plagiarism of my works. Do not steal what I've worked hard to create.

This is fictional work.

[avatar-anna]

The One About the Documentary

i watched part one of the yolanda and selena documentary so you don't have to...and it pissed me tf off. anyway enjoy!

Harry Styles x Latina! Reader Masterlist

When his girlfriend asked to watch the documentary, Harry said yes, but hesitantly.

In all honesty, Harry didn't think Y/n would have any desire to watch it, but at eight o'clock sharp, she was on the couch armed with a bowl of popcorn and two bottles of coke, one for him and one for her.

"Can I ask why we're—"

"Shh! It's starting."

Harry settled into the couch, his arm around his girlfriend, whose eyes were glued to the TV the second the documentary began.

*.*

"So Yolanda's the only one who knew about this alleged affair?" Y/n said to no one in particular. "Yeah fucking right. I hope Chris Perez never watches this."

Harry covered his hand with his mouth to hide his grin. His girlfriend had a knack for talking about people she didn't know as if they were good friends.

Taking a handful of popcorn out of the bowl, he kissed Y/n's cheek. "I don't imagine anyone close to Selena is watching this."

Huffing, Y/n slumped back against Harry's side, angrily chewing popcorn. "I hate her," she grumbled, and he knew she wasn't talking about Selena.

Playing with a strand of her hair, he turned his attention back to the TV. "I know."

*.*

"¿Un accidente? ¿Fue un accidente?" Y/n all but shouted at the screen. Her brows were narrowed in an adorable glare, nose slightly crinkled in anger. "Are you kidding me? You shot her! In the back! Twice!"

Harry debated whether to intervene or stay seated on the couch. His hand reached for the bowl of popcorn in the meantime, taking a handful as he watched his girlfriend shout at Yolanda Saldivar.

"Lovey, maybe we should turn it off," he ended up saying.

Her head whipped around, her glare landing on Harry, though he knew it wasn't aimed at him. "Why?"

Why? he thought. Because you hate Yolanda and I'm not sure my arm can take anymore angry punches.

"You seem a little...heated?"

Y/n's eyes blazed. "Of course I'm heated! This whole thing is bullshit!"

Harry knew his girlfriend was passionate, it was one of the things he loved about her. And one thing Y/n happened to be passionate about was Selena Quintanilla Perez.

"I know that, and you know that, so why are we watching this?"

Y/n had sent numerous messages about the documentary in question when word first got out that it would be released. Fiery texts about how ridiculous it was that someone so horrible was making a documentary after all these years, about how no one would ever be stupid enough to take Yolanda's side, and so on. Harry, of course, was inclined to agree, but he also thought Y/n was merely ranting about the trailer. He didn't think they'd be sitting down to watch it. Honestly, he thought his girlfriend wouldn't have given it the time of day.

"I—I don't know, but I can't just not finish it," Y/n said. "I'm watching in protest."

Swallowing a laugh, Harry pulled his girlfriend back onto the couch. "Okay, then, lovey. Then sit down and let's finish it."

*.*

"Oh come on, Yolanda," Harry groaned, his voice nearly reaching Y/n's frustrated levels. "If all this evidence has been sitting in some storage unit for all these years, why is it only coming out now?"

Y/n was practically bouncing in her seat on the couch as the woman in question spoke. She shook Harry's shoulder with her hands, but he was used to it by now. This was a normal occurrence for any movie night.

"That's my point!" Y/n said. "She's evil. She'll be hard pressed to find an unbiased jury when it's time for her parole."

"You think she'll really be let out on parole?"

Y/n shrugged, her eyes on the television. "She'd probably be safer in solitary."

"Y/n!"

"What? It's the truth!"

*.*

"¡Bruja! ¡Mentirosa! Who the fuck is buying this? You admitted! ¡Me cago en la reputísima madre que te parió la reconcha de tu—"

"Aaand that's where we'll stop," Harry said, turning the TV off with a definitive click of the remote.

"Wha—Why? It's almost done!"

Harry ignored Y/n's protests and took her into his arms, taking her away from the TV and the couch and the popcorn, which she'd begun to throw at the screen in outrage. As he took the stairs up to their room, Y/n turned to begging, promising she'd behave and stop throwing popcorn, but Harry was having none of it.

"This is for your own good, lovey," he said. "It's not healthy to be angry like that."

"Oh, so I'm being irrational?"

Harry merely rolled his eyes. "Now you know I didn't say that."

"Well...You're...Put me down! I need to finish!"

"Not tonight, lovey."

Harry set Y/n on the bed gently. She crossed her arms and glared at him, but it was half-assed, and not entirely directed at her and still at Public Enemy Number One.

She gave him the silent treatment as they got ready for bed, but Harry knew it wouldn't last. His girlfriend had a short fuse, but the emphasis was on short. Y/n didn't stay mad for very long, she never had as long as he knew her. Harry gave it until he got to the second chapter of his book and the silent treatment would come to an end.

It took the third, but Harry smiled a little as Y/n held hos cheek in her hand and kissed the other. "I'm not gonna apologize for being angry," she said.

"I wouldn't expect you to. I know how you feel about Yolanda Saldivar."

Y/n hummed. "But, I apologize for the popcorn. And the excessive profanity. And for bruising your shoulder."

Setting his book down, Harry looked at his girlfriend, nothing but affection—and perhaps mild amusement—in his gaze. "It's okay. I hardly felt a thing."

"Liar," Y/n giggled. "But thank you for putting up with...I don't know, me, I guess."

Harry took that as his opportunity to kiss her properly. Y/n squeaked in surprise, cradling his face gingerly as he slotted his lips over hers. Laying her down properly on the bed, he hovered over her, his hand running along her bare thigh and up past her night gown. Because Y/n was the kind of woman who wore little nightgowns before bed.

That was how Harry knew she wasn't totally mad at him. She wore one of her shorter, more revealing ones. She had a couple that went down to her calves that weren't expressly for when she was pissed at Harry, but he knew—though the joke was on her, he thought she looked just as sexy in those.

Y/n wrapped her legs around Harry's waist, her arms twining around his neck as he kissed the shell of her ear, the curve of her jaw. "It's not 'putting up with,' lovey," he murmured. "You should know that by now. If anyone puts up with anyone in this relationship it's you."

Leaning up on her elbows, Y/n made Harry look her in the eye. "So we're both a little crazy. That's nothing new."

Harry just grinned down at his girl, admiring the soft look in her eyes, the amused arch of her brow, her swollen lips, and chest that breathed heavily. Y/n might have had a short temper, she might throw popcorn at the TV when it made her mad, and she might curse and hit him when she felt particularly outraged, but she put up with all of his quirks with a smile too, loved him for every single one. Harry took up most of their shared closet space—which he had a weird thing about color coding—he had a tendency to talk in his sleep, he had to sit on the same side of the couch and made Y/n move if she was sitting on it (though now she knew better), he often scraped the bottom of the rice pot into the sink before Y/n could save her favorite crunchy parts which drove her nuts, and he had the unfortunate habit of leaving the cap off his toothpaste.

And there was the whole no-privacy thing because of his job, but that wasn't much of a quirk.

"I'm cool with it if you are."

Y/n smiled. "So you'll watch part two with me?"

"Hell no. But I will support you if you decide to scream at Yolanda and her fucked up family through the TV a second time."

"You're gonna regret that," Y/n said as she began to run her hands down Harry's broad shoulders. "Selena. Morning and night. Every minute of every day."

"That's...not a threat, lovey."

Y/n pouted. "Shit, you're right. I'll...only speak Spanish around you so you never know what I'm saying."

Harry's grin widened as he leaned down to kiss her collarbone. "I don't think you realize how sexy you sound, even when you're cross with me. Or your arch nemesis, for that matter."

"Well then I'll—"

"Face it, lovey. There's very little you could use to threaten me," he said, dragging the words over her neck. "Now let me love on you a bit before bed."

"What if I said no?" she asked, even though they both knew she wouldn't. Y/n just liked to be contrary for the sake of it.

"Well that would just be cruel to the both of us, wouldn't it?"

Finally relenting, Y/n slumped back against the bed, bringing Harry with her. She held the back of his head, her grip firm as she brought his lips to hers once more. Harry hummed triumphantly against her mouth, savoring the taste of her on his tongue. They eventually found themselves tangled together, Harry on his back while he hugged Y/n close to his chest. One hand was buried deep in her hair while the other kept a steady grip on her waist. He already knew each little sound she made, each reaction burned time and time again into his mind. But he collected each sigh, each graze of teeth like it was the first time, savoring it like this would be his only opportunity to ever kiss her.

Infatuated. He was infatuated with her. He loved when Y/n was loud and bright and opinionated, and he loved when she was shy and demure and unsure of herself. He loved the way she said his name when she was exasperated by something he did, and he was obsessed with the way she sometimes started speaking in another language without realizing it. He loved the way she loved him, so confidently, so tenderly—he loved that each devouring kiss seemed to say that she was just as infatuated as he was, that he wasn't alone in these intense feelings.

"Love you, bubba," Y/n murmured, the words getting tangled in their kiss.

"Love you," he replied.

It was all there really was to say.

[fandoms--fluff]

New Hairdo

Older Mikaelson sister reader x Hope Mikaelson

Summary: You and Hope dye your guys' hair when everyone's out.

Warnings: none

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"Y/n/n, Y/n/n, Y/n/n! I know what we should do today" Hope comes running into your room and jumps on your bed where you're reading Twisted Love. You look over to your 12-year-old sister and put your book to the side.

"What do you have in mind?" You ask. "We should dye our hair," She tells you. "Hmm, Hayley and Dad will definitely have something to say. And Uncle Elijah will probably say something along the lines of us having demonic tendencies. So, of course, we'd be fools to not dye our hair." You smirk at her.

"Yes!" She climbs off the bed. "What's that book about?" She asks you.

"Let's go get the dye" You lead her out of your room. If you ever tell your little sister the truth about what the books you read are about, you pity her ears and thoughts. So better left untouched.

You guys go to the closest store and buy a box of bright pink hair dye.

"Okay, so how are we gonna do this, whole head, highlights, or a couple streaks?" You pull out the bottle of dye and the brush applier it comes with out of the box.

"Umm, how about a couple streaks on each side" She tells you. "Good choice" You pass her a towel, "Here, put this around your shoulders and sit backward on the toilet.

She nods and follows your directions, sitting in the opposite direction on the closed toilet, and lays the towel around her shoulders under her hair.

You finish reading the directions, "Okay, seems easy enough. Let's do this" You squeeze the pink dye into the plastic bowl.

You apply the bright pink hair dye into a couple parts of her hair on each side. "Aaand, done. Now, you just gotta sit here for thirty minutes before rinsing it out" You tell her. "Okay." You set a timer, and then start on your own hair.

Once you both have washed your hair out, and blow dry your hair. Looking in the mirror, you both have huge smiles on your faces.

"We look awesome!" Hope tells you. "How could we not? We're amazing" You tickle her sides, making her screeche out a chuckle.

You guys are sitting on your bed, Hope leaning into your side. Your arm is wrapped around her, your hand rubbing up and down her shoulder. You guys are peacefully watching TV until Hayley walks into your room.

"Well, something definitely happened while we were away" Hayley pauses, noticing your guys' dyed hair.

"Something fun," Hope tells her mom. "Ahuh, please don't tell me that's permanent" Hayley looks over at you.

"Huh, I forgot to check the box," You say, making a thinking face. Seeing Hayley's eyes widen and her eyebrows raise up, you let out a chuckle. "Don't worry, Hayls, It washes out in some months" You tell her. "Plus, we look adorable" You kiss the top of Hope's head, making her chuckle.

[m-jelly]

Hi jelly ☺️

Can I get a request for omegaverse au where the reader is like a princess who couldn't find her mate....her father arranged her marriage aaand then she finally finds her mate Levi who's visiting the castle recently....like how they deal with it and all...i really think it'll be intresting 🤔

@ladycheesington <3

Finally, my mate

Levi x fem!Levi

Royal AU, omegaverse, romance, falling in love, becoming a couple, arranged marriage.

After a marriage is arranged for you, you meet your mate Levi.

"I'm so sorry."

You smiled sadly at your father. "It's okay."

He sighed. "I just want you to have what your brother and I have. You are deserving of so much love. I'm sorry you haven't found your mate. It happens."

You hummed a bit. "Yeah."

"I'm thinking of what's best for you."

"I know."

He placed his hand on your shoulder. "He's a nice guy."

You thought about your betrothed who was staying at the palace. "He's...mmm...okay."

He clapped his hands together. "Right, well we need to meet with a Count."

"Yes." You rose and walked with your father down the hall to the greeting room. "This the Count you're slightly scared of?"

"I'm not scared of him...he just...it's nothing."

You felt a tingle run up your spine and a warmth spread through you. "Um...I feel...funny."

Your father looked over at you. "Funny?"

You nodded as you placed your hand on your chest. "A tingling and warmth." You gasped when the doors were thrown open to reveal Levi with pink cheeks and a wild look in his eyes like something had set him off. "Mm."

Levi stared deep into your eyes. "Mate."

You squeaked a little. "Mate."

Your father grabbed the doors and slammed them shut on Levi. "No! No, no, no, no. That Count is NOT your mate!" He whined. "He can't be. It's not possible."

You gazed at your father. "Dad, you said you want me to experience what you and my brother have. You both have your mates. You both have that pure love. The Count is my mate. I want to be with him."

"He's dangerous."

"But he's my mate. This is my chance to be happy."

Levi opened the doors again. "Your Majesty, the princess is my mate." He pushed past your father and cupped your face. "My sweet mate. I've been searching for you all this time."

You gripped the lapels of his jacket. "I've been waiting for you for so long." You smiled at him. "What took you so long."

He tapped his forehead against yours. "Your father made me fight battles for him, but I'm finished now." He looked over at your father. "I'm assuming you'll reward me for my hard work, right?"

Your father panicked a little. "Y-Yes, but-."

"I'll take the princess. She's my mate. Mine."

"She's already engaged!" He gulped hard. "She met him today and we are making it public soon."

"It's a good job you didn't." Levi kissed your neck, making your body burn. We'll deal with your fake fiancé." He looked down at you. "Come, it's time to go."

Your father raced after you. "Wait! You can't just-."

Levi turned to face your father with his dark and commanding look. "She is mine. We're mates. I'm ending the engagement, now." He turned and walked with you. He softly said your name. "I promise I'll take care of you."

You smiled sweetly at him. "I know you will. I'll take care of you too. My mate."

Levi smiled softly at you, it was a major contrast to what people were used to. Normally, he was cold and harsh due to countless battles. He was covered with scars and struggled to connect with people, but he wanted to connect with you. He wanted to be yours.

He pushed the doors open and saw a man sitting there with a cup of tea in hand. Seeing this man irritated Levi. "Tch, oi?"

The man looked up at Levi, for a brief moment he said nothing but then he shot up to his feet in shock. "C-Count Levi!"

"End the engagement to the princess."

"A-Ash, why?"

Levi clenched his jaw. "She's my mate."

The man bowed. "She's all yours." He raced out of the room and past the King. "The engagement is over."

The King gasped. "What? I...you..."

Levi glared at the King. "Told you." He pulled you close. "Mine." He caressed your cheek. "I'll take you on many dates. We'll get to know each other a bit more. I want to marry you and make you mine."

You nuzzled your nose against Levi's. "Yes. I want all that."

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[slightly-nerdy-rambles]

Robstar Week Day 3: Tandem (Prompt: Training)

Today we're going to see the first of three fics that I made by combining a prompt from this year's round with one from last year. Basically, in 2023 I had ideas for each of the Robstar Week prompts and managed to at least start on all of them, but ended up being too busy/distracted to finish. I still wanted to complete at least some of them, though, so this year I found ways to integrate my favorites into the new prompts. The prompt from last year that originally inspired this story was "Synchronization" from day 6.

There's honestly not too much to say about this one. I knew when I got the original prompt that I needed to do something other than Robin and Starfire being synchronized in battle because I'd done that the year before (the title of the fic was even "Synchrony"), and after running through a few alternate ideas I eventually landed on them working together during a training session. Then the prompt literally called "Training" came out and, hey, serendipity.

Tandem

“Aaand – start!”

Starfire was off like a rocket, buoyed by a joy so honed as to be instinctual. Training drones rose up around her, affixing her with their laser sights. Their shots would sting only for a moment on impact, but she had no intention of letting them get even that far.

One-two-three she flung her arms about. Not a second later, the first three drones fell into smoking husks from the impact of her starbolts.

Some ways away, another group of drones rang with the sound of impact and fell without her interference. Robin had gotten started on another part of the course, and as she rounded a bend she could see him jabbing his staff into the center of his final assailant.

Well, final for this stretch of the course at least.

Robin looked her way then, and his eyes widened just a fraction. “Star, behind you!”

Starfire didn’t waste a moment, dropping several feet in the air just in time for a volley of laser bursts to sail over her head. She wasn’t surprised – she’d thought three training drones had not been very many. With a small frown, she twisted her body so she was facing back-down and took aim at the offending drones.

The first three fell to her starbolts, and one of Robin’s exploding disks took out the last. She flipped back over and shot him a grateful smile for that.

Their paths were converging fast, and just past the joining she spotted a pair of turrets rising out of the ground on either side of the course. These were sturdier but slower than the drones, and Starfire needed no more than a brief shared glance with Robin to confirm he shared her thoughts on their next strategy. She curved around him, flying alongside him as he ran. Together they ducked and wove and deflected, parrying turret shots with starbolts and staff and covering for one another so they needed not to so much as slow down.

Then all at once, Robin let out a startled yell as the floor dropped out beneath him. Starfire dove down after him, grasping his outstretched hand in an instant and then letting them fall a half second longer to escape the turrets’ view while they were vulnerable. Robin grinned fiercely at her as she arced the dive into forward flight. In the split second before she twisted them both around, she grinned back.

Then they were climbing again, moving forward and up yet angled just enough to see the turrets that were now behind and above them. Robin had already grabbed a freezing disk with his free hand, and before the turrets could react he hit the one on the left with quick precision. Starfire used her eye beams to blast the sand and rock just in front of the one on the right, throwing enough debris up to block its computerized view until they got out of range.

Then they were out of the pit and on a straight path to the finish line. Starfire released her partner back into a sprint and resumed flying alongside him, but already she could see their final obstacle. It was the hardest to miss: a massive guillotine door, one that had already begun to drop and threatened to bar their way if it did not pin them painfully beneath its great bulk.

Well. It would pin Robin, perhaps.

With a glint of determination in her eye, Starfire poured on extra speed and pulled ahead. She landed and rolled under the falling door, then rose into a crouch just in time to catch it with her Tamaranean high-strength. This obstacle had been designed to give even Cyborg’s strength a run for its money, but with her partner here to fuel her confidence she hardly felt the strain.

Robin ran up behind her and dove, sliding through the low gap below the door before rolling back to his feet. Once he was clear, she hefted the door off of her shoulders and let it drop behind her. She broke into a run herself as she did — returning to the air would be trivial to her now, but she couldn’t rely on that all the time. And in any case, at the moment she wanted to run with him.

A buzzer sounded as she crossed the finish line, only a half second behind Robin. From his spot up at the obstacle course’s control panel, Cyborg let out a low whistle.

“Forty-one seconds, not bad at all for this course,” he commented, while Beast Boy cheered and Raven gave a short nod of approval. “Keep this up and you two are gonna beat your own record.”

Robin was breathing heavily, hands on his knees after the exertion. Starfire knew the feeling — her flight didn’t leave her quite as winded as running for more than the last stretch would have, but holding up that guillotine door was starting to catch up to her even with her high-strength. After a moment, though, he straightened up and shot her another smile.

“What can I say?” He asked. “We make a good team.”

Starfire returned his smile, and couldn’t hold back a little giggle as she took his proffered hand to join the others and let the next tandem group take their turn. She agreed with that sentiment completely.

[purple-crusader]

Ahh I was so excited for this day, partly because I was one of the people who proposed the prompt but whatever. Steph and Cass get married. That's the tweet. They deserve it 👰‍♀️

Hope you enjoy reading!!

STEPHCASS WEEK Day 5: Wedding

Word count: 1,386

@stephcassweek

Cassandra and Stephanie rarely watched romcoms or other sappy films, they'd rather put on a comedy or horror. Sometimes it was just so late into the night and they were too tired to find anything, they'd snuggle up on the coach and watch that was on the cable. This time it was some romance that ended with the main couple getting married.

Cass was absolutely mesmerized when she saw the beautiful woman on screen walk down the aisle in her white dress. She was to a few weddings in her life, but she never felt like she did at the moment watching this scene. She had butterflies in her stomach, she was hypnothised it and one thought appeared in her head.

"You'd look beautiful in a wedding dress, Stephanie." Cass blurted out. Steph, who was even sleepier than her partner, turned her head down to her chest, to which the dark-haired woman snuggled to. A blush came out on her face first, but then she smiled heartly, a bit embarassed, like she did when Cass called her 'the cutest girl in the world' or something along these lines.

"You'd look gorgeous in one too, babe." Steph said "Or some suit. Well you look great in everything, so that should be obvious." Cass smiled at her girl's compliment. Steph turned her head to the TV, but Cass did not finish.

"I think that... and I really want to see you in it." Cass was looking dreamily at Steph when she said this, the sappiness of the film might have gotten to her. Stephanie felt so happy hearing this. She pulled Black Bat's face closer to hers and gave her a kiss.

"Well... can do. Just get me a ring first." Steph said and winked at her girlfriend who started giggling. "I'll get you a ring with the biggest diamond in all of Gotham." Cass begun, sitting on the blonde woman's lap, taking away all of the attention for the film she had left, "Even if it means having to steal it from Harley Quinn."

"Damn, Wayne. You'd do all of that for me? What, are you in love with me or something?" Steph said and their lips were joined together again.

Stephanie might have underestimated the speed of her partner. It took two weeks before Cass caught her unexpectedly with an engagement ring, when they went out on a date to a cute local coffee shop. Steph was a crying mess when she realized it was actually happening and barely managed to say "Yes" to her girlfriend proposing.

Cassandra's family was all hands on board when it came to the wedding planning, especially Bruce and Alfred for whom the topic of their nuptials became the go-to thing they would talk about to them for the months leading up to it. With all the help the women received from their friends and family, the preparations took 4 months before the whole thing was set.

Stephanie was sitting in one of the Wayne Manor's guest rooms before a large mirror. She was already in her white dress with the make-up on. Her hair was tied in a nice bun and her mother was putting the finishing touches on how the veil was attached.

"Aaand now we're done. You can stand up, honey." Steph did as her mother told her to and looked at herself in all her glory in the mirror. She felt a lump form in her throat. Crystal also got hit in the feels as the woman heard her sniffling like she was about to cry.

"Mom, I beg you not to cry right now or else I'm gonna start too and that make-up took quite a while." Her mother chuckled at her joke and they soon embraced each other.

"I'm so proud of you, Stephanie. You know how things between me and your father came out. But I'm sure you made a right choice being with Cassandra. She's such a sweet girl." Crystal said and Steph had an even harder time trying not to cry now.

"Thank you, mom." She said softly, exactly as Tim stormed into the room. As he caught Steph in his eye, he could not say anything for a few seconds, beside mouthing a 'Wow'. He finally caught his thoughts and said, "We have 10 minutes left, so you better get into position!" Steph looked at her mother with a perky, yet determined look. "Let's get this girl married." She said pointing at herself with a smile and they left the room.

The whole wedding would take place on the Wayne Manor grounds. The ceremony was set to be done in the main hall, where Bruce would host the galas, and then the reception in the Manor gardens. There was no media coverage and no paparazzi knew about the event, partly because of the secrecy they managed to maintain, but Zatanna also proposed creating a magical barrier around the house, so that no one from outside would see anything.

Stephanie's heart was pounding like crazy, as she stood in the corridor from which only one pair of doors stood in the way of getting into the hall. She felt so hot under the gown and with the veil on her face. She squeezed Crystal's hand to calm herself down. They finally received the signal to go.

The doors opened and the Gotham heroine saw the beautifully prepared hall with various floral ornaments. The guests were standing on two sides of the aisle, waiting for her to get to the altar. She saw a girl playing the bridal chorus on the piano in the corner of the hall.

All of these things stopped to matter, the moment she saw her fianceé in a white pantsuit, neatly emphasizing the woman's figure. Steph's heart skipped a beat. She walked as carefully as she could in her gown, as it was kinda heavy, especially with the cathedral train trailing behind her, but she looked like a princess and Cass was giving her the heart eyes during the whole walk, so it was worth it.

They faced each other at the altar. Cass felt tears springing into her eyes. She lifted Stephanie's veil. "You look beautiful." She whispered, squeezing her fianceé's hands. A wide smile was not leaving Steph's face. They turned to Selina, as she cleared her throat before starting her speech.

"Hello, family and friends, it's heartwarming to see so many of you here today, as we gather to see Stephanie Brown and Cassandra Cain-Wayne be linked by the bond of marriage."

She went through the introduction without a hitch, underlining the love between the women. If you weren't crying during Selina's opening speech already or during the 'I do' exchange, you definitely got something in your eye, when the women read their vows. Stephanie herself was almost weeping when reading off her card. Cass' vows were short, but very sweet and Steph needed a handkerchief as her partner finished.

It was now time to exchange rings. Nell Little, the women's Batgirl protegé, stood up from her front sit and gave Selina the pillow with the bands. She took the first one and gave it to Stephanie.

"Stephanie, as you place this ring on Cassandra's finger, please repeat after me. With this ring, I thee wed and pledge you my love now and forever, until death do us part." Stephanie repeated the vow and carefully slid the ring on Cass' finger. Selina turned to Cassandra and asked her the same thing. She did as told and carefully placed the ring behind Steph's knuckle, next to her engagement one, tears rolling down her cheeks while doing so.

"As you have proven your allegiance before all these witnesses, I have no other choice than, with the power vested in me by the State of New Jersey, pronounce you spouses for life. You may kiss!" Selina finished her speech and an applause rose in the hall. Cassandra did not waste any more time and dipped her wife to the ground, sealing the deal with a passionate kiss.

"You're a good kisser, Mrs. Cain-Wayne." Cass whispered in Stephanie's ear as they walked together, making her flusttered. "You're not so bad yourself, Mrs. Brown." Steph replied with a seductive note in her voice and stole another kiss from her wife.

[kamiversee]

i'm losing my mind. FTL is for the Gojo girlies fr we're eating GOOD so far.

back in chapter 29 he mentions how he fell in love with our voice first and FTL opens up with the fact that the first thing he noticed about us was our laugh. my fucking heart omfg Kami WHAT.

the amount of references back to chapter 29 is actually insane. Gojo asking her if she even likes parties because he recalls seeing her less and less when he goes to them :(

i'm so curious to see if the mention of Satoru self-projecting is going to be consistent with this sequel. knowing you, it most probably will. omg my heart's gonna hurt i already know it.

the amount of parallels to us and Satoru is crazy. those last two paragraphs really caught my eye when i was rereading. assuming that the "monster" being mentioned is Sukuna, Satoru "never finding out" the reason why Sukuna decided to blackmail him directly relates back to how it felt like we'd never find out the reason why Satoru blackmailed us. omg.

the mention of how we were completely oblivious to how many guys have took an interest/watched us is crazy foreshadowing. the implication of Satoru noticing them and most probably writing them down in his journal, along with the theory of Sukuna somehow getting access to that journal and reading through it, could explain how Sukuna devised that list. AAAAAA KAMIIIIIIIIIII YOU'RE KILLING ME

sorry for the multiple, broken up messages omfg my brain is short circuiting from the anticipation

-☃️

Wanted to condense this message with the other ^.^

ANYWHO, yes yes everything connects very well 🙏 I’m trying my best to answer all plot holes as I go bc god forbid I finish ftl and there’s still unanswered questions (I’ll cry myself to sleep)

Aaand if u read chapter 29 you’ll also notice that the reader implies it was love at first sound instead of sight & now we know that thts almost exactly what it was :)) His curiosity sparked from the laugh & spiraled after that 😉

A lot of references will be made bc I gotta make sure everything makes sense! I want the story to end & everyone understands everything (if not, Im sure you’ll have another breakdown of tfl & ftl put together ^.^)

Oh and if you think Satoru & the reader have parallels, wait til’ you find out who Sukuna parallels to 🌚 (his parallels are a lot more tame tho… I think)

Lastly, the obliviousness was kinda a nod to Gojo’s infatuation in general (im trying not to spoil rn bc we will return to this point soon, trust me) like how he developed a crush & feelings despite never having so much as one convo with the reader!

It’s kind of a lil life lesson too, shows you how in life you’ll never really know if someone’s yearning for you unless they tell you & many people go their entire lives having had crushed on someone without ever telling them ;)

ANYWAY, IM EXCITED. YALL ARE EXCITED. LETSGOOO 🗣️

[eternitas]

Just follow the rules

A Oneshot about Sergey giving new recruits a small tour and introducing them to Lorenzo and Ava.

"Aaand Silvio di Noia?"

The young recruit lifted his hand with an assertive "here!" when he heard his name being called. The man that had just listed all the new Rain Division members nodded and then put the list away into his pocket.

"Great! So again for everybody: My name is Sergey Shouta. I am one of the two Second in Command of the Rain Division. I will be your main person of contact for any and all questions or reports. I'll quickly show you around HQ and tell you the different rules we have. And I mean the unwritten ones. For the codex you have the booklets you were given after passing your evaluation. Anyone who hasn't received one, see me after class. Allright! Let's get moving, andiamo!"

The small group started to move and Sergey explained them the functions of each different area. The kitchen, the breakrooms, the quarters, report rooms, research and libraries, the archive, meeting rooms, the infirmary- while listing a myriad of rather mundane trivia and regulations.

"Make sure to plan in time for putting your stuff away, when you use the kitchen, people WILL be annoyed and come for you. It's also always good to keep your most valuable ingredients in your room, you'll have a fridge there. The fridge and pantry in the kitchen just have the usual regular ingredients, locally sourced."

"Keep the breakrooms clean, it's just a matter of respect. Also first come first serve, so if someone is already using the breakroom you'll have to find another place, especially when someone is resting. However we do have a ranking and seniority system, so if a squadron needs the space for mission briefing you'll have to move."

"The breakrooms also have the liquor cabinet, but I suggest you to keep your hands off of there, since it's usually used by the officers and Second in Comand. The boss has his own cabinet."

"Breakroom 3 also has gaming consoles. Oh yeah and don't even think about stealing. We are completely wired and each community room is surveiled. If you try something, you'll be lucky if you just lose a limb. Also don't just fucking steal from us? We're paying pretty well, there is no reason for that."

As they approached the quarters two very loud voices could be heard fighting.

Sergey seemed to ignore that and passed a corner only to stop in his tracks, when he realized the hall was blocked by two men. A young man with light blue hair and a taller guy with dark red hair.

"-absolutely insufferable!"

They were both wildly using their hands and whole arms as they argued as well.

"You just need to fucking deal with the fact, that I and everyone else in the storm division don't give a shit about that!"

"Well you should give a shit considering this is entirely your fault that is then hindering everybody elses work!"

"It's not my fault you don't seem to be flexible enough to work around that!"

Sergey nodded and turned on his heel, as someone raised his voice in protest.

"Why are we leaving? Let's just pass th-"

Before the newbie could finish his sentance a throwing knife flew straight towards his forhead and would've made a clean landing if Sergey hadn't caught it midair, just in time.

The shorter man grew even angrier.

"That's our members, you jackass!"

"Well, how about you teach them some fucking manners?!"

"We're already leaving! We're already leaving." Sergey loudly, but calmly said, gently placing the knife on a nearby windowsill, before he lead everyone back from where they came.

"Don't take it personal." He tried to sooth the new guy who was now completely pale which looked unnatural on his tanned skin.

"The guy who threw the knife was Lorenzo Rodriguez, Second in Comand of the Storm Division, I'd suggest you don't piss him off, he's short tempered when he is stressed. And he is always stressed. The other one was our second Second in Command, Ava Muramasa. He's pretty chill, but Lorenzo really manages to push his buttons. When you see those two arguing just make a 360 turn and moonwalk away."

The rest of the tour was rather uneventful. Sergey was a cool guy, funny and his explanations were understandable and pretty lighthearted. If you cut out their encounter with Ava and Lorenzo, then this place wasn't that much different than any other work. It almost seemed too casual for a place full of assassines.

Once the tour was done and they had also been able to visit the quarters, luckily now free of the two fighting men, the group slowly disperesed. Silvio stayed however and fidgeted a bit before he looked towards Sergey, who noticed the stare and gave an encouraging smile.

"What's up?"

"I was just wondering... why does the Rain Division have two Second in Command?"

Sergey nodded at the question and gestured for Silvio to follow him as he talked.

"The Rain Division is the one that needs to be most self sufficient. While the other officers can be rather absent and more or less capable of leading their division, Captain Squalo is the Second in Comand of the entire organisation. He is the biggest fish here right after the boss, pun fully intended, and is usually busy with handling a lot of the things that come up for the officers. He's kind of the general manager of everything and has his work everywhere at once. So he decided to put two of us in charge, people he can trust and who can hold their own in a fight."

"The way you caught that knife was amazing." Sergey laughed warmly.

"Thanks! But Lorenzo didn't mean to kill Alonso. If he had wanted to, he wouldn't have made it so easy for me to interfere. He was just annoyed that someone was butting in." He hummed.

"I suppose their arguing is some sort of twisted foreplay."

"Foreplay?!" Silvio felt his cheeks flush, issuing another laugh from Sergey.

"You'd never imagine, but those two have great synergy. They work better together than even Ava and I do. Lorenzo is the only one that knows how to rile Ava up and in turn Ava helps Lorenzo with his stress."

"That doesn't sound healthy..."

"It isn't! Never said it was!" Sergey laughed again. "But can you really expect healthy relationships from a bunch of murderers?"

The young recruit didn't know what to answer to that. And before he had realized it they were at the kitchen.

"Grab a bite and then clock in for the night. Tomorrow at 8 you can check the mission board. Oh and one more thing!"

Sergey grinned widely.

"Welcome to the Varia, Silvio!"

It was 20 minutes after 1 o'clock in the night when Ava managed to finish up his daily tasks, making his way towards the breakroom on the first floor to unwind, before he went to bed. He opened one of the heavy doors to the breakroom and hesitated for a moment, when he saw the light still on. A quick look over the room and he noticed someone laying on the couch. An unmistakable figure. His mood dropped as he recognized Lorenzo, but something else caught his eye and he decided to quietly enter the room.

On the table in the back he found a stack of reports. All pre-mission reports and follow ups from the Storm Division, worked over and corrected. While still not completely up to standart it was leagues better than what Ava had to deal with prior. For the amount and timeframe he had done this in, this was rather impressive. And it's all the reports that involve the Rain Division too....

Ava looked up and towards the sofa where Lorenzo was resting with a towel over his eyes. Ava approached him quietly to stare at his face and then noticed the few papers scattered on the floor and the remaining few trapped between his fingers and his torso. The red hair was falling back, but Ava saw a few strands straying away. Mindlessly he reached out and tried to stroke them out of Lorenzos face, when he felt the sudden bloodlust.

A hand grabbed Avas wrist and twisted him to lose footing, crashing against the suddenly empty couch. In the next moment, Lorenzo had Ava pinned down onto the couch, hands tightly on his wrists.

"What do you think you're doing?" Lorenzo said lowly before he registered the tucked leg between his own torso and Avas. One swift jerk and he'd have a foot in his groin and would be pushed back. Not that he truly had expected Ava to let himself be manhandled like that.

"I had planned to rework the reports. But you already did that. Thank you." Ava said calmly, but with assertiveness. His look and voice became softer.

"I... truly appreciate it. Let me take over your morning shift. You should get some rest."

Lorenzo didn't answer and instead let his hands wander from Avas wrists to his hands, intertwining their fingers and squeezing. It felt hot all of asudden and he noticed Ava moving his tucked leg to the side, to give Lorenzo space to move.

Was he... giving him permission?

He noticed the faint blush on Avas cheeks and a deep pull in his chest to come closer. There was such a deep desire for him to taste those lips that seemed to wait for his own. He could just go for it now. This was probably the most opportune timing. Slowly Lorenzo leaned more down-

The door opened with a hefty swing then stopped. Lorenzo looked behind him, seeing the guy from this afternoon who he had thrown a knife at. He grew pale again and quickly retreated back, closing the door- before opening it again to loudly whisper a quick "my apologies!" and letting it fall into its lock once more.

Lorenzo sighed and drew back. Ava tried to reach for him.

"Lor-"

"Thanks for taking over my shift." he said simply and got up grabbing his uniform jacket, throwing it over his shoulder.

"Lorenzo-"

"Another time." He said earnestly and Ava properly sat up, watching Lorenzos back. The storm smirked and looked back over his shoulder.

"And next time I'll make sure we won't be interrupted."

He couldn't help a girn, before he turned back around towards the door and left, the image of Ava blushing madly up to his ears making his heart skip a beat. Oh he'd def imagine all kinds of things back in his room-

"You seem in a good mood~"

Lorenzo jolted at Sergeys sudden voice, jumping to the side. God damn it, this guy was too good at hiding his presence! Sergey grinned widely and Lorenzo felt annoyance build up inside of him.

"Shut up. I'm going to bed."

"Good niight~"

And like that another uneventful day ended.

[soxma]

“COMFORT”

ooc!yuuji x reader

‼️ANGST‼️

this is my first fic and its very rushed so :’(

I looked at passerby as I continued to make my way home, something I couldn’t even call mine anymore as it felt like nothing but an unfamiliar melody. The air felt heavy, every time I breathed, I felt my lungs grow full of water instead of air. “I should move back to Sendai”, I thought. Tokyo was a beautiful place but a change of pace would be nice.

I made my way back to my apartment as I dropped my groceries on the floor, laying on the pile of clothes on the floor. My house was nothing but a mess. I could feel myself getting drowsy, slowly my eyes shut—not too long after my doorbell rings, “Yuuji!” I said happily jumping into his arms. “Heyyyy!” He smiles happily, scoping the scenery behind me, he frowns. “How long are you gonna live like this?”, “For as long as I can move on.” I buried my head into his chest, as he rubs my back for comfort. “I missed you, where have you been?” he lets out a soft laugh, “Sorry, Gojo kept us for a long time. He says the longer we stay the more disciplined we get..whatever he means..😒” he scoffs then he puts his hand to his head and smiles, “We have an upcoming mission, so that's probably why.” Whenever Yuuji has a mission my heart drops as he would come to my house looking like he’s on the brink of death, yet smiles at me and asks if there’s anything to eat. During those times I could only give him a teary-eyed smile back and say there would only be ramen, and he’d say “That’s perfect”.

“You just bought groceries? Does that mean we're eating good tonight?” He gleamed happily, I let out a giggle and said “Of course, gourmet even.” We made our way inside my house, it was kind of embarrassing to show him such a messy home yet knowing him he wouldn’t have a care in the world. “How have you been doing, pretty?” He says laying his arms on the other side of the counter, as I prepared the ingredients on the other side. I closed my eyes and smiled, “Well, as you can see the state of my home—I’ve been doing amazing!” I sarcastically said. “That’s why I’m here to make it even better.” His hands make their way to my waist and lay his head on top of mine, “Would my lady be interested in having a little date today?” I could feel my ears get red, as I tried my best to focus on cutting onions in hopes I wouldn’t cut myself. “Do you even need an answer to that?” He chuckles in response, “I know you need a change of pace, my love. Just relax today.” He kisses my cheek, “If you need any help let me know.” I hummed in response as I continued to focus on cooking. His footsteps got farther as I could hear him open the bathroom door, aaand…close. I stopped cutting onions and jumped in glee. I put my hands to my face, feeling the extra warmth of it. I practically screamed internally. “Oh! I should probably finish cooking before he comes out!” I thought as I rushed to finish.

“Hey pretty, ya’ done yet?” He grins, “Yup!”, “How about I go pack up this food and let's go out for a picnic, yeah?” I smiled shyly, “Sounds good to me!”. We made it under a perfect tree that covered us with the right amount of shade, all of a sudden the air that was once thick finally lifted and gave me a breath of fresh air, and he was what made it better. We laid out the blanket, and the food. I couldn’t help but take a picture to capture this moment, showing Yuji in the frame. His hands laid on top of his legs as it showed him intaking the scenery, his face wasn’t in the picture yet it was the best one I had taken in a while.

The entire day was perfect, I had forgotten all my troubles having his hand in mine. It was as if the silence had finally been lifted with nothing else but our laughter. Catching up on the things him and I missed while he was away. The moon illuminated our pathway back to my apartment, we giggled like we were children again back in Sendai. His pinky intertwined with mine as we walked slowly down the pavement. “I had a lot of fun today, Yuuji.” He smiled widely, “I'm glad! Hopefully you forgot about everything and will move on forward after this.” He stops and smiles gently, “—Wouldn’t want my pretty girl to always be sad now.” With my face flushed I didn’t even realize we were finally home, “Can’t you stay for the night?” He sadly smiles, “I wish but I have training tomorrow, pretty.” He caresses my cheek, “I’ll stay with you until you fall asleep.” I lit up in delight, “Really!?” I smiled widely as I hugged him tightly. I quickly went to go prepare for bed before he could say anything, he giggled and closed the door cleaning a few things up while I skipped my way towards the bathroom.

He laid in bed with me playing with my hair, humming a tune. “Oh I almost forgot, I think I lost my phone in your house—”, he frantically looked through his pockets searching for his phone “—Could you ring it for me, pretty?” I nodded my head, grabbing my phone and searched the ID caller, ‘Yu Yu 🤍’ my phone vibrated as it rung, bringing it up to my ear, yet it went straight to voicemail, you called, and you called yet the call went straight to voicemail “Baby, did you pay your phone bill?” You looked up at nothing but an empty room, you looked around in confusion, “Yuuji?” You called out his name yet all you were met with was silence yet again. You frantically looked for him around your house yet it was empty. You stopped to look at your front door…shoes…there was only one pair. You dropped to your knees, as tears welled up in your eyes. Bringing your phone back up against your ear as it rang..and it rang..and it rang. “Sorry, your caller could not be reached at this time—�� you looked down at the ID caller, bringing down your phone and opening your photos app. The photo you took earlier during the picnic, surely he was there—yet you were met with nothing but an empty sky. Memories started flooding back as to why you were in the state you were at in the beginning

riiinggg…riiiingg..

Your phone rang. Not even looking at the ID caller in hopes you picked up wishing it was Yuuji, though you were met with a womans voice. “(your name)?” It was Nobara, “It’s been 5 months, how long are you gonna stay there?” I leaned my head against the wall, I couldn’t answer her. “Yuuji is gone! When are you gonna move on?!” Silence. Nobara stayed silent as well for a while until she finally spoke up “He was my best friend too, y’know? Knowing him he wouldn’t want you to stay in that hell of a place you have!” She screamed “He would want you to move on—“, “What the hell is it with you and moving on?!” I cried out, not being able to hold it back any longer, “I fucking miss him! I couldn’t even say goodbye! How am I supposed to move o—“ I stopped, as I realized. I hung up the call with Nobara as I couldn’t contain my tears any longer. 5 long months of having him gone, this was the first time I finally cried. “Today..”, “You appeared in my dream to spend one last moment with me, didn't you?” because you couldn’t say goodbye, because I couldn’t move on. The closure you gave me, I could only smile bitterly with tears streaming down my face. “You said you would wait until I fell asleep, Yuuji.”

[creampied-69-hotwife]

Not at all I love the sight and sounds of her getting the shit fucked out of her so hard and deep that she's cumming all over her Bull's big hard throbbing cock.. Ribbed with thick veins pumping blood so powerfully she can feel his pulsing cock thrust ballsdeep so hard he's got her so much more full of cock than ever before that she's literally cumming so much she's squirting everywhere and begging him to pump her full like some cum hungry slut I've never seen before...

Mmm hmm ballsdeep breed my married pussy a cuckold's give forced feeding of sloppy creampied hotwife pussies grinding down hard squeezing cum out as he tongue fucks me deeply... Mmm hmm aaand tongue the shit out of my tight little ass while you're at it baby she demands wickedly.. He's almost rock fucking hard again and just whispered in my ear that he's about to destroy your wife's gorgeous little butt hole whether you like it or not and that I'll love it before he's finished even if I'm begging that he stop at first because he isn't able to fit in there..!!! Mmmmm I can't even try to say no to him even though I don't know how his cock will fit.. He says he owns my holes and he'll use them how he likes even if that means raping them while I cry no please no..

Hubby promised me your holes slut and you will give them all too me before I leave.. Aaand you'll learn to love it too trust me you'll see next weekend my buddies are cumming to join me and we're going to pop your Dp cherry while we leave hubby tied up in the basement and properly give his sweet little wife a gangraping gangbang party all night long.. Bathed in the warmth of a rising sun she'll be before we're done passing her from cocks to cocks..

Cumming so much even the neighbour's going to end up ballsdeep in her after cumming knocking at the door to make sure nothing was wrong hearing her screams as he watered his back lawn... Omg please don't say anything to my wife he asks sheepishly with the biggest bulging dick in his pants she'll kill me if she finds out about this.. Well you better fuck me properly then now hadn't you or maybe I will just invite her round for coffee and creampie while our husbands are both at work.. I'll even help her get over your bad behaviour by letting her take my Bull's big thick cocks cum load pumped ballsdeep before eating her sloppy creampied pussy out while the his buddy pounds me from behind.. Burying my face deeper and deeper in her pussy with every powerful thrust as she looks into his eyes while he is cumming in my pussy.. Her cum fuck me eyes totally wanting him to be filling her instead not a question about it I hear him say after pulling out of my sloppy wet pussy.. You cum here and suck this cock hard again and beg me to destroy that hot little ass you're husband has never been allowed to fuck the whole time you've been married.. Mmm hmm you know you want me too you're eyes said it all just now.. It's ok to be a total cumslut he'll never even find out unless you'd like him to know of course lol.. Omfg I'm sooooo fucking horny I'm crawling over to suck that big dick after asking if we can film it and send to him at work.. Hmm I'll be the one cumming to borrow the sugar from next door for now on buddy you've been caught out and lucky for you her Bull's been so kind he's helping me understand it from your perspective how could you of said no and it wasn't your fault.. I was very angry butt now I'm ok with it I think babe.. And by the time you get home tonight and finish cooking dinner I think you'll owe our new buddy here a big thank you indeed.. Not only will he have saved your ass from a divorce but he's even agreed to cum fix all those things around the house for me I've been asking you to fix for years.. Free and all nothing to pay either except of course a few cold beers for a hard earned thirst throughout the day I promised him was our shout and the least we can do... Mmm hmm naturally though I've promised him a warm creamy delicious serving of my dripping wet pussy pie after watching him working up a hot sticky sweat all day..

Bending over in front of him with no panties on and the tiniest of slutty skirts making you so angry he cums in to ask what's going on and even tells you to go take a break even lol.. Go out for a few beers down the local I'm finishing up here shortly too I'll meet you down there after taking a shower and fresh set of clothes yeah.. Let's go he says leading you out I'll drop you down there on my way home and great a cab back in half an hour bro.. Intimidated he hubby can't say no and winking at his horny Cumslut of a Milf Hotwife as he's kissed her goodbye seals the deal...

Oooh you boys have a great night I'm going to go shopping with my girlfriend and maybe even finish up down there for a few drinks ourselves later on as well.. Dropping her husband off at the furtherest away pub I can find after pretending to live around the corner before opening his wife's msgs of her waiting ass up on all fours spread open invitingly.. the open front door letting the whole street see her pussy on full display from the street.. Mmm cum fuck me hard and deep right there in the open doorway I want the neighbours to all see what a horny Cumslut you've made of me this afternoon using those tools to fix my things... Now cum fix the hungry pussy that's dripping on the front porch for your biggest tool to be put to work.. Jack hammering my holes on the front porch bent over the outdoor setting in full open view of everyone to cum see.. Then drag me into your truck and take me round to see the rest of your mates at the actual pub you live around the corner from and you can all get me drunk before I'm bent over the pool tables and you all running a train on me including the barman who's just closed the pub early and locked the front doors and the first to cum fuck me anywhere he wants to in his pub...

Dm me your throbbing dick pics and tribute cum loads to this photo while telling me where you'd fuck be if you were that lucky barman who's filing me up first before a long night being filled with so many more in every hole that I've got in me... 😈🥵🍆💦💦🍑🥵😈

[the-raven-lady]

Night Lord 1: Once your serf’s tattoo is finished, you’re going to have to bandage it up. Then you’re going to have to change the bandages around two to three times a day, oh and make sure to constantly moisturise it. That’s a pretty important step.

Night Lord 2: So just that?

Night Lord 1: Yeah, after a few days the bandages can be taken off. But you’re going to have to moisturise it for at least two weeks for the tattoo to heal properly. Don’t want any astartes blood to get into the serf.

Night Lord 2: Haha yep. But don’t worry brother, I’m responsible. I can handle taking care of my own serf.

*multiple days pass*

NL 2: Brother, can I ask you something.

NL 1: What, did something go wrong?

NL 2: No, not at all. It’s just that I wanted to know where you got the moisturiser from, since I’ve run out of mine.

NL 1: I gave you a pretty large bottle of moisturiser, how did you even manage to run out of it in only a few days?

NL 2: I don’t know. I did everything exactly as you told me.

NL 1: You didn’t use an absurd amount of it at once, did you? You can’t be that stupid.

NL 2: No, I used the normal amount for baselines. Again I did everything as I was instructed to.

NL 1: So you changed the bandages?

NL 2: Yes.

NL 1: And you moisturised the tattoo area two to three times a day?

NL 2: Wait.. Tattoo area??

NL 1: Yes??

NL 2: Ohhhhhhhhhhhh. Okay. Okay that explains things.

NL 1: What? What do you mean by that?

NL 2: Okay so when you said “constantly moisturise it”, I thought “it” meant “the serf” and not specifically the tattoo area.

NL 1: You… what.

NL 2: Look it was a mistake, gothic only has one set of pronouns for objects. It’s not my fault that I got confused!

NL 1, head in his hands: So you… lathered up that mortal in cream like some sort of holiday poultry?… two to three times a day??! What the FUCK?! WHY?? Holy shit you must’ve been adopted or something.

NL 2: We’re astartes, technically we’re all adopted-

NL 1: No that.. that doesn’t matter just. Why?! Is this how you’ve been spending your free time??? Just-ugh, okay fine, you did that. At least tell me how well your serf has been faring.

*the brothers walk out of the room and see the serf standing outside*

NL 1: It looks traumatised.

NL 2: I thought they all looked like that.

NL 1: Well, yeah I suppose. At least the tattoo looks to be healing well.

NL 2: And it’s super soft now!

NL 1: Please brother, for the love of anything you consider holy, don’t inform me of that. Or anyone for that matter. Keep this to yourself and never involve me in your perversions.

NL 2: Perversion? How was any of that perverted??

NL 1: Oh… so you are stupid.

NL 2: What do you mean by that?—aaand he’s walking away. As always.

NL 2, turning to serf: What’s his fucking deal anyway?

Serf: …

NL 2: Ah, oops. Forgot that I sewed your vocal cords shut.

omfg, public service announcement to not let your Night Lords oil up their serfs like a Christmas Roast.

The most unrealistic part of this is the second Night Lord actually following instructions and not making the serf do it themself

"Technically we're all adopted", "I thought they all looked like that", and the twist ending took me the fuck out at the knees. Thank you for this blessing in my inbox.

[spideysbruh]

Buzzfeed

my acc got deleted so this is old!

~

"Hi I'm Alex!"

"Aaand I'm Shawn Mendes!"

"And we're going to read thirsty tweets with Buzzfeed!!" Alex smiled at the camera as Shawn laughed and pulled a strip of paper out from the bucket in front of them. "Read it, read it!" Alex grinned, slapping his thigh. 

"It's a few gorgeous pictures of you and it says, 'im not gay but if i was this would be the woman to have turned me gay but i am not gay im just saying she is attractive and she is a woman but i am not gay so i would not have to worry about her turning me gay because i am indeed not gay but if i was she is the woman i am gay for'" He read in a monotone voice and laughed afterward. Alex snorted and took the paper from him to see if it was true. 

"Oh wow it's real." She giggled, "I dunno, I think they might be gay." 

"Yeah, I think so." Shawn grinned, "Okay! Your turn." He said and Alex reached into the bucket and pulled another one out. 

"Shawn Mendes can split me in half and I'd be thankful." She read, Shawn gasped and his face turned a light shade of red. "Same." Alex giggled.

"Babe!" Shawn exclaimed, nudging her shoulder. Alex laughed and scooted her chair closer to his. He smiled and cleared his throat, grabbing another paper. "Uh… a few precious photos of you and then, Alex is literally the hottest human ever !!! Three exclamation points," He laughed, "She can use me as her s- no!" He yelled and went to crumble it but Alex was quick to snatch it from him. 

"Lemme see." She mumbled, "She can use me as her seat any time." She laughed and shook her head. "I have a pretty good seat now, but thanks!" She smirked and Shawn was now blushing furiously as she just continued to pick up another paper like what she said won't get thousands of fans riled up. 

"Alex and Shawn Mendes are such a weird couple… they make no sense yet they're literally the best thing the world has given to us… Aw! That's so sweet actually. Thank you, the best things in life never make sense. Just look at Mr. Robot." She smiled, Shawn threw his head back and laughed, clapping afterwards.

"And Saturday Night Live!"

"Oreos!"

"Alex's films." Shawn teased, earning a playful glare from Alex. "'M joking baby." He smiled and leaned over to kiss her cheek. Shawn grabbed another paper and sighed, "Why is Shawn Mendes so fucking hot? I don't understand, whenever I look at him I immediately start thinking about 100 different ways he can take… me. What?!" 

Alex let out a loud laugh and covered her face. "Thank you @mendussysuites love that username!" She giggled, giving the camera a thumbs up. She took a paper and cleared her throat, "@alexuhh so we've seen how talented you are behind a camera… but what about in front of one? Shawn did you tweet this?" She joked, making the crew laugh.

Shawn smirked and shrugged, "Guess we'll never know. But they're right! Get in front of a camera baby!" 

"I'm in front of one now." She replied, motioning for him to get another paper. 

"So bossy… I love it." He smiled, Alex laughed and shook her head, "Shawn Mendes please run me over with your car I'm begging please it's all i want in life… guys, really? No!" He exclaimed, a worried look crossing his face. Alex giggled and just reached for another paper. 

"Haven't they said this before?" Alex giggled, making Shawn smile over at her. She's so cute.

"Yes! It's- It's worrying, baby." He replied, Alex laughed.

"Shawn, fulfill your fans wishes and hit them with your car! Please!" She said, Shawn laughed and his head went back again, making Alex giggle and tap his thigh before grabbing a paper.

"Is Shawn Mendes still dating Alex?? Because if not, hi I'm here and I volunteer to date either of them… also I'm lonely." Alex finished, Shawn nodded and put his hand up to his face in fake thought.

"Are we still together, baby? I'm- I dunno. I haven't seen us around lately…" He jokingly asked, Alex played along and hummed. 

"Yeah- I'm not too sure about that, bub… Maybe we did break up, I dunno." She shrugged, Shawn laughed and wrapped an arm around her, pulling her closer. He kissed her head and grabbed another paper.

"This is fun!" He exclaimed, making Alex jump from surprise, "Sorry, baby. Okay! Thinking about if Shawn Mendes and Alex have a kid how cute it would be. Omg, his hair and her everything else!" Shawn quirked an eyebrow and fidgeted in his seat. "Yeah, we'd make some cute kids." He smiled over at his girlfriend who nodded in agreement.

"Especially if they look like me." She smirked and jokingly pushed her hair over her shoulder. Shawn chuckled and placed a hand on her thigh, Alex giggled and reached for another paper.

"There's like… three more left! I wanna read more." She pouted, Shawn smiled and watched as she unfolded the paper, "When will Shawn Mendes tie m- … oh no!" She let out the loudest laugh and Shawn snorted at that.

"What does it say?" He questioned, inching his head closer to read the paper. Alex, still laughing, showed him the paper. His eyes scanned over the words and his face turned red as he shook his head. "That one is the worst! You guys need to… seek help." He said, looking up at the camera. Alex wiped her eyes and grabbed another paper.

"Okay this one says '@shawnmendes is particular taste about Alex ??!!!! pls answer everything depends on this.' .. Well, is it about me, babe?" She smirked over at her blushing boyfriend, she knew the answer already though.

"These aren't even thirst tweets anymore!" He replied, running his fingers through his hair. Alex giggled and bit her lip, making Shawn want to kiss her right there, "Should I answer?" 

Alex shrugged, "I think that alone answers it." She raised an eyebrow, Shawn sighed and let out a laugh.

He shrugs, "Fuck it. Yeah, it is! She always wants something so … particular, if you will, to eat, and it just really gets too much sometimes so I wrote a song about it." He joked, Alex giggled and rested her head on his shoulder. "Next one!" He smiled and grabbed a paper.

"Uh, will Shawn Mendes ever propose to Alex ?!! If he doesn't, I will… is- is that a threat?!” He exclaimed, making Alex giggle. “Eventually… I- I will.” He smiled down at Alex and felt his face redden as she smiled.

“Yeah?” She mumbled, and Shawn nodded, placing his hand on her leg. 

“You act like we don’t talk about this all the time.” He laughed, Alex snorted and shook her head.

“Still! It’s different when we talk about it in front of people, baby." She replied, Shawn nodded and let her take the last one out.

"@alexuhh you are so sexy please break up with Shawn and get with me cause I KNOW I CAN TREAT YOU BETTER THAN HE CAN." She sang the last part and laughed along with Shawn. "No thanks, but nice use of my boyfriend's song." She giggled, Shawn snorted and kissed her forehead. 

"Okay, well that was fun! Thank you for watching us read thirst tweets!" Shawn smiled and waved at the camera, Alex sat up straight and waved as well.

"Byeeeee!" 

*

[fandomizer]

I'm OK

Avengers x teen! reader

Captain America x adopted! Daughter! Reader

Tony Stark x teen! Reader

Male oc! x teen! Reader

TW: Death, Blood, Killing, Neglection, Swear words, Drug use, Underage drinking, Not proof read, A bit of insult? And someone making fun of anorexia?

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                  𝖓𝖔𝖜 𝖕𝖑𝖆𝖞𝖎𝖓𝖌: Broken

                          [Cross-Drug pt:2]      

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"... Aaand this is your room. You like it?" the woman with pink flowers on her blue dress asked to the teen girl who was dressed in all black. When the woman saw the misarable look in her face she continued "The dinner will be served in an hour, so why don't you unpack your things?"

"Whatever." [Y/N] murmured after looking around one last time.

"If you need anything I'll be downstairs." without saying anything she went to her new bed which had purple blankets on and put her brown holdall on it. Then she turned around to see if that woman was still with her and to her liking, she wasn't.

[Y/N] was laying on her side when she heard someone knocking on the door right before that someone came in her room uninvited. "Ms. Eloise asked me to say the dinner is ready." a girl a lot younger than [Y/N] said with a cheerful voice.

"I'm not hungry."

"I don't think she will buy that." she said giggling. "My name is Daisy, by the way." when the older girl didn't respond, the little one's smile dropped. [Y/N], who had seen this said. "[Y/N]."

"Nooow, you are coming with me!" Daisy's excited shout made [Y/N] look at her with wide eyes. "Come ooon!" Daisy whined after trying and failing miserably at draging her out of the bed.

"Umm, no." [Y/N]'s voice came out more stark than she meant it to, but this would work too. "And please, just leave me alone." and with that Daisy was no longer seeing her face.

Did only [Y/N] straighten up when she heard the door close. [Y/N] could hear Ms. Eloise's voice. She was climbing the stairs.

Are you scared of what's to come?

"[Y/N]." Speaking of the devil.

"Yes, Ms. Eloise." annoyed [Y/N] said.

Ms. Eloise stood at the door with her back against the doorframe. "Why don't you come down to eat with us?"

"Like I've said to your little minion before I'm not hungry."

"Firstly you can't be mean like that just because you're sad. And secondly if you really aren't hungry you don't have to eat. But here we have some rules and one of them is to attend the dinner table for all meals."

"What if we're sick?" [Y/N] asked sassily. "'Cause if it's all it takes I don't feel so good."

"Everyone's sick here [Y/N], that's why we have this rule." Ms. Eloise said copying her sassy tone. "Now, get up."

If you leave then who will the next one be?

[Y/N] was an observer as the thing she did had required it. There were eight people at the table with her. "Another anorexic, huh?" a black long wavy haired girl said.

[Y/N] cut in as Ms. Eloise was about to say something. "Wow, that was a low blow even for– Sorry what was your name again? Oh, wait you didn't say it as you were too busy assuming things."

"So you've got anger issues too. Ohh~ What a combo."

"Sandra that's enough!" the boy who was sitting next to the guesser told sharply. His black hair was covering his eyes, especially his left eye, but not enough for [Y/N] to not see what color they were. His eyes were a pretty shade of brown, not too light nor too dark. A perfect tone that fit his looks well.

"Please let Sandra finish."

"You think you are cool?" a smirked formed on [Y/N]'s lips to that.

"I hella am."

"You little–"

"Kids that's enough!" Ms. Eloise's shout made everyone shut up and look at their plates. Everyone except for the boy whose eyes drifted to [Y/N] from time to time.

Will he do the same or will he let you see?

"Lights out in five!" again, Ms. Eloise's voice reached to every corner of the building. [Y/N] got changed into her brown pj's with bunny ears on the hood of it. She looked at her reflection which no longer looked like her with black circles under her [E/C] eyes. She took the part of the blanket in her right hand and began to pull at it till it was enough for her to slip under it. She laid her eyes on the white ceiling.

It was comforting. The blankets, the bed, the darkness and the silence. Then the calming moment was ruined by four knocks on the door. "I jinxed it as always." she mumbled to herself then added "Come in." it was much louder than her mumble for obvious reasons.

"Hewwo! I just wanted say good night! Sooooo, good night [Y/N]!" Daisy came and go within seconds. [Y/N] for a second thought that the little girl sounded so cute saying 'Hewwo!' reminding her her old self. Those innocent, pure and easy times. Shaking her head, she returned to her staring competition with the ceiling.

"Twank you so much for choosing me. I won't let you down, sir captain." a little girl with [H/C] hair said, sounding so polite whilst doing so.

"Yeah sure, uhh it's nothing kid." his voice came out so stern which made the little one a bit scared.

...

"This is her?"

"Yes." [Y/N] was standing there looking around with her big curious [E/C] eyes.

...

"Dusk, come with us."

"Dusk?" [Y/N]'s little voice was so pure and full with curiosity as she asked so. The red head could feel the emotional weight taking it's place in her. Guilt. That's what she felt. Guilt.

...

"Dusk, we need you to hack them. Can you do that?" the bow man said after he put a file of people who they needed hacked in front of [Y/N], who was twelve years old.

"Sure can do."

...

"I don't think I'm suitable for field missions tho'" [Y/N] who was going to be sixteen years old in a week.

"I don't remember asking your opinion!"

"I'm just saying that my powers have no use in battle field. In the end I can only control technology." she was getting more annoyed with the Avengers every passing day.

"Why can't you just do as you are told?!" with that her adoptive father got out of the room.

You don't have to hurt, you don't have to hurt anymore

From there it was just bits and pieces. First smithereens of glass were flying to [Y/N].

Then a man with a gas mask approached her.

A rope. A gun.

With a little time, take a look and find what you're searching for

A knife with a bloody edge

Hands covered in red

Doesn't feel okay

Feeling like everything is fake

No one is around

So the drugs are the only way.

Drugs are the on–

With a loud shaky breath [Y/N]'s eyes snapped open. She put her hand on her so fast pounding heart. She looked around in paranoia checking every corner of the room, after the sixth time did she then stopped looking and closed her eyes to try and take control of herself.

She got out of the bed then her room and made a beeline to kitchen to get a cup of water. She was about to get back upstairs when she heard singing coming from the porch.

"You are broken on the floor

And you're crying, crying"

She slowly made her way to living room's window, peeking from the window to see who this mysterious singer was. She was shocked to say any least when she saw the boy with pretty eyes.

"He has done this all before

But you're lying, lying"

She went to door and froze in place, left hand holding onto the door knob when heard the next lines.

"To yourself, that he'll find help

That he will change to someone else"

These lyrics sounded familiar. Too familiar for her liking. Without her knowledge she had opened the door as quite and slow as a turtle would.

"Standing by the door

Looking fasci-fascinated

Didn't meet before

Nice to, nice to see 'ya

Maybe you

Should come out off the dark

Wondering if I'm OK

Changing the lyrics for myself

And watching me for more

Waiting for more"

"You can come here, you know?" the boy's voice was as pretty as his eyes if not better. [Y/N] didn't expect to get caught this early but not everything could go as she wanted. "Hi." the boy added after she moved out of the darkness of the house.

"Hi." [Y/N] said shyly and to that a smile formed on the boy's face.

"Why are you up this early?" the boy asked teasingly.

"Could ask the same." [Y/N] answered without losing a beat.

"Touché." his sweet smile turned into a bigger one as he stood up from his sitting-point. "Name's Ean." stretching out his hand for a shake said 'Ean'.

"[Y/N]." she returned his handshake having no idea what this was the start of.

But you're broken on the floor

Still asking him for more

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I hope you liked it.

I know this part didn't have avengers in it but this had to be done if I am gonna write a part 3.

Sooooo, Pt3?

Oh, and sorry 'Cuz I don't know how this note things work.

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