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psychoticjoint · 3 days ago

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The Game we Used to Play

Tw: none that I can think of

Wc: 750

I wrote this while listening to "Remember Me" on repeat

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Jinx walked into the old hideout, old memories hitting her hard. Memories of her and her siblings, just hanging around the place. How she'd always pop up from behind the counter to scare Mylo, how Ekko would always try to impress her and fail miserably.

She could almost say she missed it. Maybe that's why she came back, even with the risk of having an attack. Even when Silco told her not to. It was worth it, she told herself. She walked through the room, her eyes landing on the old training course.

Before she could go over, something else caught her attention. A few gears and parts on the ground. She went over to them and sat down. She picked up a small gear and fiddled with it.

Unknowingly to Jinx, however, there was a figure nearby. He stood in the shadows, watching. He didn't know what to do, the last person he expected to run into was Jinx. He fidgeted with the small toy in his hand, the one he had been given by one of the kids in the Firelight village and asked to fix. He did fix it, and the kid told him to keep it.

It was a little spinner. When the kid gave it to him it didn't spin. The problem happened to be a rusty piece of metal. He stared at Jinx, not knowing what to do. He came to visit the hideout in hopes of rekindling some of the few good memories he had of his younger years. Memories of him and Powder.

He watched as Jinx started connecting gears, her tongue sticking out of her mouth in concentration. When he was sure she wasn't watching, he snuck out of the shadows and placed the spinner on the ground next to her. He quickly snuck out of the light, and completely out of the building.

He wished he could stay to see her reaction, but it was just too risky. He knew that when Jinx saw that spinner, she would immediately be on guard, knowing that someone is, or was, in there with her. He couldn't take the risk of being caught, not by her. Not when the consequence were being shot. Or worse, blown up.

Jinx had successfully put the gears together. She held the contraption she made, flicked a gear, and they all spun. She smirked, proud of herself. She could take this back to Silco and give it to him. Maybe as a gift.

That's when she noticed it. There was a small object not too far behind her. It was a fidget toy. A spinner. That wasn't there before. Was it? Jinx set her own contraption down and looked around, her hand resting over her gun. Someone could be here. If they were, they would've attacked her by now, wouldn't they? Why did the person just leave a child's toy behind?

It made no sense. But either way, Jinx picked up both the objects. She kept looking around as she left the hideout. She mindlessly fidgeted with the spinner in her hand, her anxiety getting to her.

When Jinx made it back to Silco's office, she jumped onto the desk, messing up all the papers. She still had both the fidgets in her hands, the one she made and the one she found. Silco spun around in his chair. He briefly glanced at the papers messed up and flung around before he sighed. His gaze flickered down to the children's toys in Jinx' hands. His expression softened as he looked her in the eyes.

"Jinx, where did you get those?" He asked, his voice calm and steady like always.

"I got these from the old hideout!" Jinx beamed, her grin widening. "I made this one, I love how the little gears spin. This one though, it just randomly appeared on the floor behind me."

Silco took a deep breath, and let it out as a sigh. "Jinx, I told you to not go there."

"So? I didn't break anything." Jinx shrugged. "I'm fine!"

Silco sighed. Before he could speak, Jinx shoved the fidget she made into his hands, still mindlessly playing with the spinner. Silco set it on a stack of papers. He picked up the shimmer syringe for his eye.

"Jinx, you wouldn't mind doing this, would you?" He held the syringe out to her, his voice taking back over his usual calm demeanor.

Jinx huffed and rolled her eyes, setting the fidget aside on the desk. "Fine."

#arcane #ekko arcane #jinx arcane #timebomb #ekko x jinx #fluff and angst #powder arcane #powder and ekko #mylo arcane #silco arcane #silco and jinx #shimmer arcane

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thotsforvillainrights · 1 month ago

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~Sunday Morning~

Au: Roommates

Part: 5

Theme: Fluff

The sun casts it's morning light through the cold glass on your apartment window. You remain still in bed, savoring the quiet moment of a work-less Sunday morning. Although you were thankful everyone had secured the jobs needed to keep the lights on at this place, you still felt what every worker feels during an off day...

Relief.

You smile to yourself and roll to the other side of the bed facing the wall. You mindlessly scroll through your phone, watching funny and sometimes pointless videos with the volume as quiet as possible when (as to be expected) Toga bursts into your room. You groan in slight annoyance and sit upright, placing your phone on the nightstand next to bed. "Dude, can you please stop doi-"

Toga cuts you off with panicked words. It's only then that you truly notice the look on her face. "There's something wrong with the car!"

You end up following her downstairs to the designated parking area where Magne stands next to Spinner and Shigaraki. "Shouldn't we at least try one more time to jump it off at least?" She says to Tomura in a worried tone. He sighs and moves away from the open hood. "We tried it like 5 times already. If you do it too much I'm worried it'll end up causing more harm than good. Let's call a tow company and see which mechanics are open. She nods and begins looking on her phone. Spinner looks up and notices you standing next to Toga. He makes his way over to talk to you. "Sorry, I told her not to wake you up." He frowns at Toga and she rolls her eyes. "It was an emergency, duh. How are we going to GET TO WORK???" She grumbles at him. Spinner sighs and runs his hand through his hair. "Well I already give you ride sometimes. I can help these two as well." Spinner turns his eyes back on you and slightly blushes. "It's no problem to help anytime I can."

You shake your head and frown. "Shuichi I appreciate it but you already helped enough by getting Toga her job. I'll talk to my boss and see if there's anything more that I can do. He's understanding and already adjusts my time for me anyway." Suddenly Tomura speaks up at a distance. "Mr. Kurogiri has a soft spot for anybody that puts up with the excess workload as his assistant but there are a few limitations to what he can do before the Dean gets involved. His last assistant got fired for tardiness. Although they ended up just taking advantage of his kindness after all." Tomura approaches you and looks you up and down before scowling and looking over at Magne. "I'll give you two a ride until that piece of shit is out of the shop. Spinner can continue to give a ride to To-"

A familiar face comes out of the doorway and observes the mess around him. He rolls his eyes and approaches. "I was hoping to have a peaceful commute to the shop yet here you all are, doing what you do best...making an absolute racket of an otherwise quiet morning." Dabi complains. You softly apologize but Toga and Magne instead opt to stick their tongues out at him. Dabi then looks at the car and sighs. "Move, let me see it. I got a little before I need to clock in and there's no reason the skills my piece of shit old man taught me outta go to waste just yet." Tomura nods and moves over slightly. Within minutes Dabi is able to figure out what's wrong with it. While he's chatting with Magne and now helping discuss which mechanic to take it to, Spinner is busy twiddling his thumbs. "Hey uh...I know this is a shitty time to ask this but uh...I uh...I mean, are you free later on? Like free to maybe go to-" You look engaged at the conversation unfolding until Toga and Magne both ambush you in excitement, completely cutting Spinner off from talking.

"Good news! It shouldn't be more than a week!!!" Magne spoke while Toga happily nodded.

After all the commotion ended, Dabi departed to his Sunday morning tattoo shift, Shigaraki went to get caught up on his studies at the college library and Toga was sitting on the kitchen counter while Magne cooked a little breakfast. You were taking your time talking to Spinner about various things out in the apartment hall when Magne stuck her head out the doorway and told both of you to come eat. You smiled and nodded at him to join. Then entire eating was spent exchanging different words of various topics by you and your two roomies. Meanwhile Spinner was nibbling small bites of food never looking away from you unless you looked at him. Here lately you were all that was truly on his mind. He'd felt slightly embarrassed having fallen for someone so quickly but he felt as though you had that effect on people. He'd taken weeks to muster up the courage to tell you what he wanted to say. All that effort down the drain when he was cut off earlier today. His heart remains even more so panicked when he remembers the way Kai looked at you during the party that night.

Competition? Perhaps...

Oh who was he kidding. There wasn't a snowballs chance in hell he could stack up next to a MEDICAL STUDENT at a university. The boy seemed to have it all. Connections due to his father's company, status, good looks, a nice car, and money above all. Spinner became saddened once more at the thought of what would be better for you. His heart just couldn't let him give up. There was no way he wanted to stay 'just neighbors' and he was going to do something about it.

He just had to figure out what first.

#bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #roommates au #au #toga himiko #magne #shuichi iguchi #tomura shigaraki #dabi

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takenbypeter · 2 years ago

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Accident…or not?

Scott Lang x reader

Words: 567

FLUFF BINGO

Hand uncomfortably on a colorful shape you maneuvered your last free limb onto another colorfully shaped circle.

How did you get in this position one might ask. Well it’s simple you and Scott were originally talking about Cassie and what games he likes to play with her which eventually led the discussion towards childhood games. And talking about your favorite games together made you both come to a realization.

That you’ve never played twister.

Which of course led your next date night to be just that. A game of twister.

Just as the game always is, it started out simple enough red hand on yellow, left foot on red.

But like any game of Twister it got uncomfortable fast, with your arms out like a crab while your legs were crossed on different colors. Scott stood legs far apart while he was bent over with his hands beside him when he had to flick the spinner again. You both watch as it spins and spins until it stops on Red.

With you occupying some red spots already his eyes skim over the colors and you notice his wheels turning before a smirk takes over his face.

“Oh don’t you dare.” You warn.

You watch in suspense as his arm moves towards the red, causing his body to curl over yours.

He put a little bit of his weight on you, a smile still clear on his lips. You knew what he was doing but like hell you were going to be the first one to drop on your first game of Twister.

“Hey! That’s cheating!”

“Whatever do you mean? I’m just playing the game,” he adds, putting a little bit more weight on you but you try to hold steady.

“Having fun?” You asked.

“Oh yeah. I’m having a blast,” he says voice genuine.

The pressure lightens a little as his teasing slacks. With a little help you spin the arrow until it lands on a nearby color making you safe once more but not so much since you’re still trapped under Scott.

He spins and you hear him let out a click with his tongue as the arrow lands on something that you can’t really get a good view of.

Scott thinks for a second before he suddenly sticks his leg out. Throwing his whole balance off, his arms weaken making him fall, pushing you down with him.

You let out a yelp of surprise as you body hit the floor with his body sprawled out over you.

You feel like you should be slightly upset but you can’t stop the laugh from leaving your mouth. Hearing your laugh prompted him to do the same and you could feel his chest moving up and down with his laughs, against your back.

“You lost.” You said in between laughs.

“Uh-uh your body hit the floor first so you lost.”

“Are you kidding me? The only reason I fell is because you took me down.”

“I guess we’ll never know who the real loser was.”

“It was you!” You bellowed, until you both settled down with him still laid out over your back. “Are you going to get off me anytime soon?”

“Maybe. Maybe not, you’re pretty comfortable.”

With a roll of the eye you shimmied your way out a little before pulling yourself out from him and pushing him, “c’mon let's go again. For real this time.”

#scott lang fanfiction #scott lang fanfic #scott lang imagine #scott lang x reader #ant man x reader #marvel fanfiction #marvel fanfic #marvel imagine #marvel x reader #mcu fanfiction #mcu fanfic #mcu imagine #mcu x reader #fluff bingo

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atmilliways · 2 years ago

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Twister, Part 2

Hey, @starryeyedjanai, I wrote more of this. It's getting progressively hornier.

2798 words, Teen +

“Do you know the rules?”

Steve would take offense at that, but he’s a little drunk and kinda high and Jonathan is definitely holding the rules sideways, so whatever. He just raises his beer with a smirk and says, “Enlighten me.”

It’s a good night. A good night, even though it’s in his too-quiet, too-empty house and his ex-girlfriend is here with her current boyfriend. Between Robin’s motormouth, Eddie’s music, and Argyle’s weed, their party of six is more than up to the task of filling up the silence and the space.

And Steve’s speakers and Steve’s parents’ liquor cabinet—but, he reflects as he leans back in the loveseat and sips his beer, he always has those.

Robin comes swaying back into the living room from her bathroom break, spots the bright primary colors of the game box, and scowls. “Oh no, not again. I refuse, the last time I played this I ended up with grass in my mouth!”

Argyle turns and blinks bloodshot eyes in her direction. “I thought you were cool with grass, little birdette.”

“Booooo,” Steve heckles, feeling light and giddy and happy and god how come he never throws parties anymore? “You barely even got a scrape. Didn’t even need a band-aid. I got injured enough to need medical attention, and I’m gonna play.”

Eddie plops down next to Steve, a little cramped but whatever, throwing an arm around his shoulders to jostle him and grinning over at Robin. “Yeah, I popped a couple stitches that day but you don’t hear me complaining!”

“That doesn’t make it sound like a good idea,” Nancy points out. She’s tucked into an armchair and trying to look serious, but a grin peeks out around the corners of her mouth.

“I don’t have stitches anymore, jeez, Mom,” Eddie retorts, and sticks his tongue out at her. That cracks the facade, sending her into a fit of poorly stifled giggles. “The worst blow struck was to Harrington’s hypothetical progeny.”

Steve clinks his beer against Eddie’s, trying to get his attention. “Uh, what’s a ‘geny’ and why am I ‘pro’ for it? Hypothetically.”

On the other side of the table, Jonathan blinks a few times and rotates the instruction sheet one hundred and eighty degrees. “Do we all know how to play this?”

“Let’s let the birdette operate the spinner, brochachos,” Argyle suggests. “No injuries, just spinning . . . unless she spins with it, which I do not recommend. Might get dizzy.” He nods sagely at Robin, who shrugs and nods back.

“We should do it like a tournament,” Eddie declares, eyes sparking as he rubs his hands together in his enthusiasm. “Pair off, narrow the field, winners play each other for the title.”

“I’ll get a trophy for the winner from my room!” Steve volunteers, jumping to his feet. The energy rolling off Eddie whenever he gets into something like this is infectious, addictive. Steve has been enabling it for months by hosting Hellfire campaigns in his parents’ formal, stuffy dining room, and sees no reason why tonight should be an exception. No one dulls the harsh edges of the Harrington house quite like Eddie Munson.

He takes the stairs two at a time going both up and down, and only almost wipes out three times. The trophy he returns with is a golden plastic cup from his long gone Little League days; it's the only thing he could find without a sports ball on top.

His friends have already shifted the living room furniture out of the way and spread the game mat out across the floor. Nancy is helping Argyle braid his hair so it won’t interfere with gameplay, Eddie is crouched in front of Jonathan, coaxing him to drink some water, and Robin is grudgingly doing some warmup stretches, apparently talked into participating during Steve’s brief absence.

“Stevie, look alive!” Eddie pops up, fishes something out of his pocket, and tosses it.

The throw is high and fast, but Steve jumps for it on instinct. He gives a whoop when he hears plastic rattle on plastic in the trophy cup in his hand, and looks up to Eddie beaming at him, helpless not to beam back.

“The two highest rolls play first,” Eddie explains, which Steve nods in response to even though his grasp on what that means isn’t great. Still, he knows how to roll a damn die.

And so the tournament begins.

Here’s the thing: weed and alcohol are not performance enhancing drugs. The first match-up is Eddie and Robin, and it’s not much of a contest.

“I didn’t want to play anyway, so I’m not even mad,” Robin admits as Steve helps her up from a fall that hadn’t even been that bad—just enough to get her eliminated. “Now I can woman the spinner.”

“Don’t you mean—”

“Nope,” she interrupts, and playfully flips him off before swaying over to where Argyle has been calling out moves from the couch.

“Her heart wasn’t in it,” Eddie sighs, putting on a mournful pout. (There’s something about this that makes Steve want to poke at his cheeks until the dimples come out, but that is the mind-altering substances talking.) “Kinda makes the victory feel hollow.”

“She’ll probably make all the moves for harder on purpose,” Steve points out.

Eddie brightens. “You think?”

Honestly? Steve isn’t totally sure she wouldn’t go easier on Nancy, out of some sort of girl solidarity. But he says, “Sure,” and feels quite pleased with himself when Eddie slings an arm around his shoulder in enthusiasm.

“Then by all means, good sir, let us clear the battlefield for the next joust,” Eddie exclaims. “Let the games recommence!”

The next match goes on much longer than the first one. Nancy looks determined, and even Jonathan seems to have sobered up a bit, eyes somewhat clear and movements smooth. But they end up fit together like Russian nesting dolls, Jonathan’s mouth near her neck and Nancy is ticklish. And not sober either. She slips and falls in a flurry of giggles-turned-shrieks of laughter, hands flying up to make her blouse a turtleneck.

“What?” Jonathan catches her, giggles himself as he straightens up. “What’d I do?”

Steve stops paying attention because Eddie is rubbing his shoulders, like a boxer about to enter a ring. It takes up all the real estate in his brain because. . . . When was the last time Steve has even watched a boxing match? When has Eddie, with his general disdain for sports, watched a boxing match?

And also, Eddie gives great shoulder rubs, apparently.

“Okay, Stevie, you’re up next. Get in there and take him out!”

“This is bringing out an extra weird side of you,” Steve informs him.

“Atta boy, you got this!” Eddie sends Steve stumbling towards the game mat with a light shove and a quick smack to his ass. He laughs as he goes, shaking his head and rolling his shoulders, and he feels loose. He feels good.

Argyle is the least competitive person Steve has ever played any kind of game against, and that might be why their round takes the longest. Where Steve plays for stability, Argyle seems to be attempting to create a new art form. Somehow, it works.

It’s not until Robin calls out, “Left hand green!” that it ends. Instead of reaching for the nearest green circle, the dude aims for the farthest corner of the mat, reaching around Steve, and . . . overbalancing.

“Whoops,” Argyle chuckles up at the ceiling once he finishes rolling. “Sorry man, I got lost in a movement.”

Eddie hops up from where he’d been sitting on the arm of the couch, grinning like a madman. He loops an arm each around Jonathan and Steve’s necks and nearly bashes all three of their heads together. “Fuck yeah, showdown of the Hawkins boys!”

“Can I smoke again first?” Jonathan mumbles.

“Nooo,” Nancy protests over the top of her beer, “that’d just drag it out. Just play so we can move on to Truth Or Dare, or something.”

“Seconded,” Robin says, and that’s that. The final round is on.

They square off.

For all Eddie’s big talk leading up to the first spin, the first half of the game is fairly calm. They take their hands and feet and accept their colors quietly, all focused and feeling out each others’ strategies. (Or at least, Steve is. Maybe he misses competitive sports more than he’d realized. Maybe he should join an adult league.)

Gameplay goes on for a while before Jonathan straightens with a wince. “This was fun and all, but I’ve gotta stop. My back. . . .” He gives a tiny shrug and Steve remembers getting a vague play by play of Jonathan and Nancy’s fight for their lives at the hospital, telling him in starts and stops while sitting in an ambulance in the Starcourt parking lot.

“What happened to your back?” asks Eddie, peering up curiously through his hair. Apparently he hadn’t gotten the lowdown on that one. (Wait . . . they’d told him about Starcourt, hadn’t they?)

“Metal chair,” Steve says, at the same time as Jonathan says, “Hospital stool.” They look at each other and shrug—Steve only a little, because he doesn’t want to throw the game by taking his hands off the mat. Close enough.

Eddie mutters something under his breath about holding out on him, which Steve thinks is unnecessary. First of all, there’s the NDAs. . . . They aren’t allowed to tell anyone, is it their fault it solidified into a habit even after Eddie was dropped into the whole alternate dimension mess? Second of all, Eddie never asked. So, like, the blame is fifty fifty here.

But Robin calls out the next move before Steve has a chance to say so, and the game is back on. Only this time, Eddie’s strategy is wildly different.

“Left foot red,” Robin says.

Eddie, crouched on the farthest dots of red, yellow, and blue like a frog, grins with his entire face. He leans forward on his right hand (on green, towards the center of the mat) and swings his left leg out to the red dot on the farthest corner, next to Steve.

Steve’s next move is left foot green, and he keeps it on his own side, waiting to see what his opponent has planned. (That’s why his heart rate is picking up. It has nothing to do with the almost predatory way Eddie is staring him down, making his skin prickle.)

The next call is right foot green, and Eddie’s grin widens. He makes direct eye contact with Steve—and he could move that foot from yellow to the green right next to it, but he doesn’t. Instead, in a distorted echo of the move that had brought him down the last time they’d played, he braces himself up and swings his leg out to the green spot past his own right hand.

Now he’s spread out in front of Steve, legs splayed just shy of Steve’s arm where his left hand rests on the third yellow spot and shirt riding up a little over his flexed core muscles. Feeling oddly caught, Steve finds his eyes fixed on that sliver of skin because he’s almost surprised that Eddie has muscles. Not that—Well, everyone has muscles, obviously, and it’s not like the guy has a defined six-pack or anything, but. Steve had seen Eddie’s attempts at sit-ups a few times in gym, back when they’d still been in school, so he wasn’t expecting . . . this.

“Steve, did you hear me?” Robin complains, cutting through the mild static that had taken over his ears.” Are you even listing? Earth to Steve-o.��

He blinks hard and shakes his head a little. “Uh. What?” (Seriously, what was that. He’s not usually prone to zoning out while partying, not unless he's fall-down drunk. Which he isn't, not by a long shot. So what gives?)

“Left hand green, dingus! I’ve said it like three times.”

Steve considers. There are three open green spots left, one behind him and two on the far side of the mat. Either way he gets to move his arms from between Eddie’s legs, which is . . . for the best, he thinks. Yeah.

“Whatcha gonna do, Big Boy?” Eddie says in a low tone, too low for anyone else to hear. When Steve gapes at him, Eddie bites his bottom lip and waggles his eyebrows suggestively.

Jesus Christ. Steve can feel his face starting to heat up, but he can’t back down from so brazen a challenge.

He leans forward and plants his hand on the green spot just past Eddie’s. The move sends him leaning into Eddie’s space, leaning over Eddie a bit, and Steve feels a surge of satisfaction at the way Eddie’s throat bobs at the proximity. Because what, did he expect Steve Harrington to back down? Not fucking happening.

“Left hand blue.”

Eddie moves his hand over one spot, but the way he has to twist slightly for balance lengthens the line of his body and makes the pale sliver a little wider.

“Right foot blue.”

Steve’s right foot was already on that color; he slides it forward until it’s practically under Eddie’s ass.

“Right hand green.”

Since Eddie can’t reach the green spot behind Steve, he’s forced to retreat to the other corner. It moves their faces further apart, and in the brief moment Eddie glances away to make sure he hits the spot without tipping over, Steve’s eyes zero in on where he’s biting his lip again and. . . .

Oh.

Uh-oh.

It's as though that plush bottom lip holds all the answers—to the distraction, the faster than necessary pace of his heart, the intermittent electric prickle humming under his skin. Steve wants to be the one biting that lip, and he’s just left of sober enough that he nearly follows the impulse, swaying forward slightly without thinking before reining himself back in, eyes going wide.

He can track the exact moment Eddie looks back and notices, a flush rising on his own face and throat bobbing again. It’s not a reaction that says no or stop that, so Steve just sort of . . . lets himself keep staring.

“Right hand red.”

Steve, not sure if Robin is messing with them or if this is just what’s happening, moves his hand to the red spot next to Eddie’s hip. Eddie follows the motion with his eyes, only looking back up once Steve is still again. Is he breathing faster?

Yeah. Yes, he is, they both are. Steve wets his lips unconsciously and Eddie’s eyes follow that too, attention thoroughly captured as though Steve has cast a spell on him. And isn’t that so very . . . interesting. . . .

He thinks about the way Eddie always seems to flirt, and wonders how much of it is real. Quite a bit if how dilated his eyes are now is any indication, a thin ring of rich brown holding back a deep, drowning black. Only now, Steve is starting to realize that he has his own reservoir of want inside. For a while now, it seems, but it’s been biding its time until the right moment to make itself known—right before threatening to spill over.

This time it’s Eddie that Robin snaps at for not listening.

And Steve who wins the game, when Eddie’s limbs finally give out a few moves later from holding himself up in such a spread-out position for so long. Eddie doesn’t seem too put out by it though, accepting Steve’s hand up and using it as an excuse to stand way too close for just friends.

“Good game, Stevie,” he murmurs in that low, low tone again, and god but it costs Steve not to haul him close enough to feel the words against his mouth. “Looks like you get to keep that trophy after all.”

He lets go of Steve (whose palm is tingling, why is that suddenly a thing, it’s spreading up his arm and it’s going to be so difficult to act normal for the rest of the evening now) and pats him on the cheek with that same hand. Steve wants to turn and bite it, just sink his teeth right into the meat of the thumb rubbing along his cheekbone. He can guess from the spark in Eddie’s eyes that he might not mind. . . .

But not in front of their friends. It’s not that kind of party, in spite of the music and the drinking and the drugs, and Steve doesn’t want to be rude and ignore the rest of his guests.

Eddie’s hand drops with a devilish grin. “Alright, let’s keep this party going. I believe someone said something about Truth or Dare—what do you say, Big Boy? You in?”Steve, breathless and more than willing to find out where this rabbit hole leads, is definitely, definitely in.

#stranger things fic #steddie fic #steddie #steddie twister ficlet #steve harrington #eddie munson #jonathan byers #nancy wheeler #argyle (stranger things)#robin buckley

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unravellingsilencehq · 2 years ago

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“Oh, Merlin, tell me, does THE ALCHEMIST get what he deserves?” He is in THE DEATH EATERS & OPEN to finding out.

— he walks through the world as ;

name → severus snape pronouns → he/him identification → cis male year of birth → september 1959 - september 1960 face claim → viveik kalra blood status → half-blood sexual orientation → up to applicant occupation → potioneer at mr mulpepper’s apothecary in knockturn alley future information → traitor to the death eaters, eventual member of the order of the phoenix

— he is best described as ;

DARK and GLOOMY like that of a closed off lab. The SOLITUDE one finds when alone in their room, a LONER who prefers to get lost in HISTORY than the present day. He’s a SHARP TONGUE poised in defense, ready to FIGHT the threats that come his way. An OUTSIDER who shaped himself to fit in with the crowd. With a COLD HEART, he TURNS his BACK on those who once offered him a hand.

— his story starts with ;

Severus Snape always believed himself to be the smartest person in the room. He was the only born child to a Muggle, Tobias Snape, and a witch, Eileen Prince, who lived in Spinner’s End. From a young age Severus had been a curious boy, preferring the company of books and journals to the children that lived near him. Unusual for someone so young, Severus enjoyed the peace and quiet that came from being alone. No siblings to follow him around, no friends to continuously pull him away from his books, his room became a sanctuary of silence and Severus thrived in it. Despite his mother’s worries that he should start making friends, he stayed put with his abnormally large nose buried deep in his books. Finally realizing her words were falling on deaf ears, Eileen left him to his room, especially as time went by and Tobias grew colder. A man that never saw fatherhood in his future, Tobias spent most of his time in Spinner’s End wasting away with a glass of whiskey in hand. The only acknowledgement he’d give to his family was a scolding for the littlest of things. Severus grew to hate his father and his Muggle side, though he was never brave enough to admit that to Tobias, and instead let the feelings fester year after year.

With his father being the result of his disdain for all things Muggle, Severus leaned heavily into his wizarding side of the family. His thoughts were if Muggles could be this cold and cruel to their own blood, what were they like towards strangers? He enjoyed his sheltered life, not even realizing what else the world had to offer to him. Locked in the four walls of his room, Severus tried to drink in as much information as he could. To Severus, knowledge was power and if yielded correctly, he could do anything. His lonely world changed though the day he met LILY EVANS [former friend/object of affection]. Passing her by chance on the street one day, he extended a rare hand of friendship. A Muggle-born witch, Lily had no knowledge of abilities she possessed, let alone anything of the Wizarding world and Severus was more than happy to fill her in. Normally one to stick to his own devices, the wizard enjoyed the complete awe on Lily’s face as he spoke of magical creatures, wizarding shops, and most importantly Hogwarts. They became inseparable, spending many afternoons sitting by the lake near Lily’s home exchanging stories. Soon enough when September 1st rolled around, they were both boarding the scarlet train to school.

Quickly being sorted into Slytherin, he had to watch from his table as Lily anxiously made her way to Gryffindor, her new house and his rival. The jealousy that flowed through him as he watched her make new friends, unbeknownst to either of them those new friends would become his biggest enemies. The idea of spending their Hogwarts years together came crashing down but Severus distracted himself by befriending his roommates, JASPER AVERY [close friend] and LARKIN MULCIBER [close friend]. They formed a close knit trio, targeting those they deemed less worthy of magic with pranks. Having a rather silent childhood, Severus enjoyed his roommates' company in small doses, often finding his nose back in a book when they weren’t around. His loner attitude is what drew a target on his back to JAMES POTTER [adversary], SIRIUS BLACK [adversary], REMUS LUPIN [adversary], and PETER PETTIGREW [adversary]. Known as the Marauders, they were famous amongst all the students. And Severus could only sit back and watch as even Lily wasn’t completely immune to their charms. Severus could feel his position in her life fading away the closer she got to the Gryffindor boys.

What had started as a curious eye following the boys whenever they approached Lily at the Gryffindor table, it quickly grew to an obsession. James, the Marauders ringleader, was the first one to show signs of dislike towards Severus and his little gang of brothers quickly followed. Words would be exchanged and more often than not spells would follow. Severus truly despised James; he was arrogant and egocentric and Severus had no idea how someone like that could capture Lily’s affections so quickly. Years had put a heavy strain on his friendship with Lily, although they both tried to keep it alive but the differences in friend groups grew too strong. In his spare time, the Slytherin found himself trailing the boys, determined to prove they were hiding something. Never in his wildest of dreams did Severus ever think he’d owe a life debt to Potter. A horrible prank orchestrated by Black to invite Severus along turned into the Slytherin coming face to face with Lupin during his werewolf transformation, a stag being the creature to rescue him from his classmate during the full moon. It wasn’t until meeting with PROFESSOR DUMBLEDORE [former headmaster] that he discovered the stag had been Potter in his animagus form.

The result of the disastrous prank had the wizard keeping his distance from all the Gryffindors, pushing himself into his classwork, excelling in DADA and Potions specifically. Though spell invention was something that came as a surprise to him. The Levicorpus spell had quickly become popular, and not knowing Severus was the creator of the charm, James used it to humiliate him in front of Lily and his friends. That was the day the last thread of their friendship fell apart, not taking into consideration the crowd that had gathered the Slytherin had uttered the horrid word ‘mudblood’ as Lily attempted to defend and help him. Things happened too quickly and the only thing he could remember was watching Lily turn her back on him forever. After that Severus fell further into the crowd of Slytherins, welcoming the invitation from Larkin’s older brother to meet with a wizard known by the name, THE DARK LORD [leader] after graduation. Fueled by how things ended in his last years of Hogwarts with the Marauders and Lily, the Half-Blood wizard signed himself up for the cause.

Having secured a job at Mr. Mulpepper’s Apothecary in Knockturn Alley, Severus had found himself unsure of the cause until he was thrust into the spotlight. His first significant mission had him teaming up with his fellow Death Eaters LUCIUS MALFOY [acquaintance] and REGULUS BLACK [acquaintance] at the Yule Ball of 1983 that had ended in a disaster after they failed to kill the proper target. He was then sent to retrieve a prophecy that had previously failed to get in the Dark Lord’s grasp, from the Fountain of Fair Fortune with Regulus and ALEXANDRA ROSIER [acquaintance]. Thankfully that mission had turned around in their favor and he had been branded with the Dark Mark as a reward. Having been instructed by the Dark Lord to lay low after the Summer Solstice ball, Severus has been busying himself with his work. The potion making is tedious but it has kept his mind occupied to think on the decisions that have led him to 1986. He felt he had been making the right decision in joining these dark crusades at the time but now things have mellowed, Severus was giving more time to think about things and what having this tattoo etched into his arm will mean for his future.

— he is a LEVEL 7 WIZARD & readied for war ;

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fugamalefica · 2 years ago

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I feel like the movie portrayal of Bellatrix has become so iconic and default in pop culture that most people actually think it's accurate, and even read the books in that light. Think of how many people constantly call Bella crazy despite having read the books! At this point only a few people recognise the differences and most of them tend to be very invested fans of Bellatrix. Other people, even supposed book purists, constantly deny the inaccuracies.

That's why I think that unless Rowling is closely involved in how she's portrayed, which I don't think she'd be since she's not a director, whoever is playing her will play her exactly like the movies but even more exaggerated since there will be more screentime so she can bring out the 'craziness' even more, unless she is a super Bella fan or is actually directed to play her accurately by a director who knows what she is doing. There are also rumours of Yates coming back and if they are true, there is no 'unless' at all because he is who I blame for the movie portrayals of both Bella and Voldemort.

There was jumping and singing rhymes in the movies? In this TV series you can even expect clapping and tongue sticking à la Joker in Suicide Squad. You will even see the craziness come out even in chapters like Spinner's End. It's because the actress will probably think that's how Bella is and will see book Bella's outbursts and taunts as evidence of craziness rather than passion. Book Bella and movie Bella do similar things, the difference is exaggeration and the way they're expressed. Book Bella using baby voice to speak to Harry isn't out of childishness or jocularity, but passion caused by battle. It's an adrenaline rush. She is belittling him and he is the baby, not her. In the movies she is the baby. But if the movie portrayal is already in mind, it's easy to interpret it as her being the child.

And as you said, if by some miracle Bella is portrayed like she is in the books without influence of the movie portrayal, people will say the portrayal is inaccurate and even go as far as to say they humanised her, because book Bella is human. Very human. I personally don't need a book accurate live action portrayal because what's in my mind is more accurate to my interpretation than anything else could ever be, and I'm sure the same could be said for all book Bella fans, so at least for me the only purpose a book accurate portrayal would serve is to fix the perceptions the fandom has of her. I don't think that's going to happen at all. They'll get even worse and more infuriating.

HBO has officially announced the HP series

And I'm terrified.

Last week when it was rumoured, the small part of me that actually believed it was hopeful and excited, but now that it has been officially announced I am only shocked and terrified.

I keep thinking of the worst possible things that could happen. It's being promoted as a 'faithful adaptation' but so were the movies. If it is actually faithful, great, but what if it's not?

I don't want to gamble with my heart. I keep wishing it's a prank, or something else entirely. I already have enough to deal with in this fandom. I don't want more burden on my shoulders.

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ur-jinji · 4 years ago

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touch me

jean kirschtein x f!reader

warning: nsfw (18+)

summary: an innocent game of twister can lead to anything.

word count: 3.2k

a/n: been having severe jean brainrot recently so i had to write this. it’s a lil sloppy but it’s honest work lmfao

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“who the fuck brought apples to apples jr?”

“shut the fuck up, jean! it’s a fun fucking game!”

“okay but junior edition? really? you couldn’t buy the normal one?”

you were sat with your legs criss cross on the floor in front of the television in jean’s apartment, playing mario kart with connie. you twisted your head around to see what all the commotion was about, and sighed when you saw eren and jean practically foaming out the mouth as they argued. you shook her head and turned your attention back to the game.

“connie, you fucking snake. you did not just use a red shell on me as soon as i looked away!” you yelled, shoving the boy next to you roughly, hoping to mess him up. he was now in first place after sabotaging you.

“you snooze, you lose,” connie shot back before crossing the finish line right before you.

“okay, well at least i don’t play as waluigi,” you mumbled.

“what? and yoshi is any better?” he questioned.

“yeah, yoshi is better, you cuck,” you replied, throwing the remote at him as you stood up. you quickly made an escape to the kitchen before connie could retaliate. gathered around a small dining room table was armin, sasha, and mikasa playing apples to apple jr. you chuckled lightly before jean appeared beside you, who scoffed at them.

“we’re playing twister, y’all,” jean announced before hooking a finger in one of your belt loops, pulling you teasingly into his side. you yelped at the sudden movement, whipping your head to look up at him. he simply smirked before releasing you. you bumped your hip against his and walked back into the living room, where eren and connie were setting up twister.

“i call doing the spinner,” you told them, not really feeling like partipating.

“uh-uh. you’re playing,” jean’s voice said behind you. you sighed loudly.

“fine,” you replied, rolling your eyes at him.

“i bet jean just wants to see you bent-“

“watch it, jaeger,” jean abruptly interrupted eren. you didn’t really know how to react, but the possibility of jean wanting to see you in compromising positions was....interesting, to say the least. you made your way to the couch and plopped yourself down. jean followed you closely and sat beside you, throwing his arm to rest behind you on top of the cushions. you weren’t sure why, but he was always attached at your hip when you were with him, especially when you were in groups. you certainly didn’t mind.

“can i at least be in control of the spinner for the first group that goes?” you begged as everyone began to gather in the living room. you were granted permission, and the spinner was handed to you. the first group was sasha, connie, and armin. the three of them stood around the twister mat, waiting for their instruction. you couldn’t help but notice jean’s fingers grazing your shoulder with the arm thrown behind you.

“okay, connie,” you started before spinning. “right foot on blue.”

after about ten minutes, sasha and armin were battling for the win. connie got the short end of the stick after having to snake under sasha, and quickly met his twister demise. armin was completely arched backwards trying to keep two hands on red and two feet on green while sasha was in a frog-like crouch, keeping her hands and feet on every color.

“armin, left foot on red,” you announced. he sighed sadly.

“how am i suppose to do that,” he muttered before attempting, and then suddenly collapsing. the room erupted into laughter as sasha jumped to her feet.

“hah! take that, armin!” she shouted, taking in her sweet victory. “i’m next on the spinner!”

you groaned, not wanting to give it up.

“alright, who’s next?” sasha asked, taking over your position.

“i guess i’ll go to get it over with,” you replied, standing up from your place on the couch.

“i’ll go, too,” jean quickly said, following suit.

“me too,” eren said. “i just want to beat jean.”

“i’m a twister master, bro,” jean said to eren with a bit of hostility. you shook your head at the pair.

“next game night we’ll have to play ‘take a shot every time jean and eren start arguing,’” you joked, earning some chuckles and agreements. after a few moments, you stood on one side of the twister mat, with jean next to you and eren across from you two. sasha cleared her throat.

“okay, okay. eren, left hand on yellow,” sasha instructed. eren smugly bent down, placing his hand on yellow.

“y/n, left hand on red.” you moved over to the corner jean stood at, which was directly in front of red. you crouched down and put your hand on a red circle. jean was then told to put a foot on blue. after some time passed, the compromising positions you found intriguing before the game began felt like a curse. you muscles were beginning to ache, as you were completely bent down, both hands on green circles and both feet on blue. meanwhile, jean decided it was a good idea to remain in the same area as you. there was no doubt that he was enjoying the show of your ass in the air. he was getting it very easy while you and eren were struggling. he somehow kept only having to move his left foot.

“i’m in pain!” you yelled out. “sasha, hurry!”

“damn, okay! jean, right foot on blue.”

you dropped your head down, seeing his left foot on red. he now had to move to a blue circle without moving his other off of its spot, but the only possible way to do that was for him to put his foot directly next to yours, which he did. and now, his crotch was in contact with your butt. your eyes widened and your head shot up as your limbs began to shake. you felt something twitch against your ass, and suddenly you were falling to the floor.

“damnit!” you cursed, looking to eren who looked satisfied that he was one step closer to beating jean. your face felt hot, recalling the few seconds that lead up to your collapse. you slowly glanced up at jean. he had a small smirk painted on his lips, and a familiar feeling pooled in the pit of your stomach. you looked away and stood up, taking a seat in front of the couch. you covered your rosey cheeks with your hands as you watched the continuing game between the two boys. eventually, jean became the victor as the difficulty for eren was amped up. the winner fell beside you on the floor, his body turned towards you.

“impressive win, huh?” he commented, moving his knee to press against yours.

“mm-hmm,” you hummed.

“wanna stay behind and help me clean up after everyone leaves?” he offered, a hopeful glint in his eye. your mind went blank, and the feeling low in your stomach started again. you hesitantly nodded.

and about an hour or so later, you did just that. the apartment was cleared of your rowdy friends, and they had left a bit of a mess.

“i have work in the morning, so i can’t stay very long,” you told jean as he started grabbing empty red solo cups around the living room.

“did you have a good time?” he asked.

“yeah it was...fun,” you responded, nerves evident in your voice when your mind started to wander back to the game of twister. you didn’t know why you were so nervous. this wasn’t your first time alone with jean, but he was rather bold tonight. he was normally pretty bold and clingy anyway, but something was different. and you liked it.

“i’m glad you could make it,” jean said as he put the cups into a trash bag. you picked one up and tossed it to him before sitting gingerly on the couch. it takes him no time to join you.

“you’re clingy tonight,” you commented. you waited for him to throw his arm around the top of the couch, but instead his hand fell to your knee. he gave it a light squeeze. you turned your head to him, and he’s already looking at you with a soft expression.

“what, you don’t like when i’m clingy?” he questioned teasingly, leaning his shoulder into yours.

“i never said that,” you said, your volume much quieter than you intended it to be. he rested his chin on your shoulder, tilting his head slightly.

“i just couldn’t keep my hands to myself tonight,” jean uttered as his fingers started sliding up your leg, pressing on your thigh. they dipped down, gripping the inner fatty flesh. you bit back a pleased sigh. he must’ve known this was driving you crazy. just the warmth of his breath tickling your cheeks was enough to make you want to let out a moan. he really must’ve known how his touch and closeness was making you feel, because he abruptly started to lean in, closing the small gap between you. his lips met yours, and you hurriedly responded to it. his other hand came up to gently grip your jaw as the other remained in between your thighs, squeezing the flesh. his movements were needy, and hungry, and your energy was identical. his lips moved quickly against yours, and he softly tilted your head back to gain better excess, swallowing your moans. he smiled into the kiss before slipping his tongue into your mouth, swirling it around yours. after a moment, his moved out, but yours darted into his mouth. but instead of letting it explore, he pulled away slightly and wrapped his lips around your tongue, sucking it hard. you felt your eyes roll to the back of your head, an unexpected groan escaping your throat.

he leaned away and pulled you on his lap, and you swung your leg to the other side of him so that you were straddling him. you could feel a very obvious and large bulge against your core. you rolled your hips against his which immediately made him groan. his hands moved to grip your ass tightly.

“you’re so fucking amazing,” jean muttered before burying his face into your neck. he planted a few kisses before focusing on one area just below your ear.

“oh, my god,” you moaned as he started to suck on the skin, his nose tickling your earlobe. shockwaves sent throughout your body, your eyes half-lidded, high on the sensation. he pulled away eventually, his lips looking pretty and swollen after marking you.

“i have work tomorrow,” you whined, raising your hand to touch the sensitive area he had went to town on.

“i don’t think you were complaining,” he teased as his fingers began toying with the pants’ buttons. “let’s get these off.” you crawled off his lap, standing up and dancing your way out of your pants. jean leaned back, enjoying the view of you in just panties and a tshirt. you stood in front of him shyly for a moment, positioned in between his legs, which were spread wide.

jean’s hands grabbed your hips, turning you around. he firmly pulled you down to sit in between his legs, holding you tight against his chest and wrapping his arms around your front. your ass pressed firmly against his covered hard cock as he moved his hands down to your panties, gently toying with the hem. a quiet moan escaped from your lips before he slid the tips of his thumbs inside, slowly pulling down the lacy fabric. once they were cast aside on the floor, his hand found its way in between your mid thighs, pulling them apart. he shifted backwards on the cushion, pulling you with him, sitting you up straight against his chest and bending your knees to prop your legs on the couch. his hand took no time to move to your pussy. he started rubbing gentle circles on your clit. you moaned softly, your head falling back to rest on his shoulder.

“fuck,” jean whispered into your ear. you whimpered as his warm breath tickled the sensitive area. “so fucking wet for me, huh?” you nodded, your eyes half-lidded once again. his pace on your clit began to speed up, sending your back arching. he used his other arm to hold you down from squirming, his hand gripping your tit, before slipping a digit into your pussy. you moaned as his long finger fucked against your sweet spot.

“you like that? huh, baby?” he asked, and god his tone could be enough to make you cum. you nodded again, the repeated stimulation practically turning you into putty. he slipped in another finger, and you felt a climax start to creep up.

“use your words, princess,” jean ordered gently.

“yes,” you managed to croak out, squirming against his restrictive arm.

“yes what?” he pressed, quickening his pace.

“it feels so good,” you groaned, inching closer to orgasm.

“touch yourself, princess,” he told you, moving his arm from your breast to hold your hair out of your face. you quickly complied, darting your hand to massage your clit as he continued to fuck you with his fingers.

“you gonna cum for me?” he questioned, his hand falling to your jaw to turn your face to his.

“uh-huh,” you replied, staring into his light chocolate eyes.

“then cum for me, baby,” he whispered, his grip on your jaw tightening and his eye contact piercing into you. and with his command, you came undone. your eyes rolled back as you let out a soft moan, your walls pulsing around his fingers.

“fuck,” you breathed out once you came down from your high. jean removed his fingers and held them to your mouth, completely drenched in your slick. you leaned forward, wrapping your lips around them and sucking them. you pulled away with a pop! sound and fell back against his chest.

“good girl,” he smirked. “you want more?”

“mm-hmm,” you hummed lewdly. you crept off of his lap and onto the floor, positioning yourself between his legs. he peered down at you, surprised. you moved your hands to the bulged zipper of his pants, dragging it down slowly, revealing a pair of blue boxers. jean sat up, pulling his pants and boxers down to assist you, his hard cock springing out. you stared at it with wide eyes, surprised by the length and girth. a thick vein ran down the length of it. you glanced up at him as he gazed down at you with anticipation. you hesitantly took him with a gentle fist, leaning forward. precum spilled from the tip as your mouth wrapped around him. you swirled your tongue around the pink tip and looked up at him with lewd eyes. he let out a sigh and gently grabbed the top of your head, holding a fistful of your hair.

“god, i can’t wait to fuck you,” jean breathed out, watching you begin to bob your head around his dick with hollowed cheeks. the grip on your hair tightened, guiding you up and down. “fuck, y/n, you’re doing so good, baby.” he lowered your head down his shaft slowly, all the way to the base, his tip poking the back of your throat. tears stung your eyes as you tried not to gag, threatening to spill out. he held you there for a moment, loving the sight of your swollen lips around him. he finally released you, pulling your face away as you gasped for air.

“c’mere,” he said, pulling you off the floor and standing up with you. his hands found their way to the bottom of your tshirt, discarding it and leaving you in a white tshirt bra. if you had known you’d be getting fucked tonight, you would’ve worn a cuter bra, but jean certainly didn’t care. you could wear a burlap sack and he’d still want to fuck your brains out.

jean sidestepped and walked behind you, grabbing ahold of the back of knee to bend it and prop on the couch. you did so with the other knee, holding yourself up with the back cushions. he unclipped your bra and tossed it aside.

“you gonna take my cock like a good girl?” he asked, leaning forward. his hand met your cheek and tilted your head, planting his lips on yours. you nodded into the kiss and that was his cue to ready himself. he pulled away and you watched as he lined himself up with your opening. you moaned when you felt the tip tease your entrance before slowly sliding inside your slick walls. you bit back another moan and felt tears form at your waterline as his cock stretched you open. once he was balls deep, he gave you a second to adjust to his girth and placed his hands on your hips, slowly thrusting. you bit down hard on your lip. his fingers were no doubt going to leave little bruises on your hips, but you didn’t care.

“fuck, you’re so tight,” jean commented, starting to quicken his pace. “feels so fucking good.” your fingers gripped the couch cushion as his thrusts became harder and deeper. you could practically feel his cock in your stomach. his hands tightened on your hips, pulling your ass back to meet with his hips as his cock pounded the back of your walls repeatedly, sudden and staggered moans escaping your lips with every hard thrust. your neck began to ache as it was thrown back and forth, so you dropped it down to rest forward on the cushion, but jean was quick to remove a hand from your hip and grab a fistful of your hair, forcing your head back up. you arched your back, perking your ass up more, giving him more access than he needed. he fucked you into oblivion, and you quickly felt another orgasm begin to creep over you.

“‘m gonna cum,” you said, your voice sounding extra whiny.

“cum, baby,” jean cooed. “cum all over my cock.” you moaned loudly as he continued to abuse your pussy. tears stung your waterline again as it grew closer and closer, his dick slamming into your sweet spot.

“oh my god!” you shouted, a powerful climax washing over your body. your entire body shook and your walls pulsated around his cock as he rode you through your high. he moved his hand back to your hip, gripping it tightly as his thrusts soon became sloppy. he groaned and suddenly removed his cock from your pussy. he jacked himself off for a moment before releasing his warm cum onto your back. you twisted your head around to see his face. his mouth was gaped slightly, his eyebrows were scrunched, and his lustful eyes stared back into yours as he came. once he finished, he took a deep breath. you sat down on your bent knees and sighed.

“we should do this again,” jean blurted out.

“get something to clean me up and we’ll talk about it,” you teased, chuckling at his eagerness. he nodded and scurried around to find his boxers, which were in a ball a few feet away. he slid them on and you admired the view. he was built like a god.

he made his way out of the room and came back a minute later with a rag. he stood in front of you and handed it to you, opening his mouth to talk.

“so.....how would you rate your experience?”

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comfortwriting · 4 years ago

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A Triwizard Baby Part 1 - F.W

Masterlist, Requesting Rules, Writing Prompt Masterlist,Taglist

Part 1 Fred Weasley x Fem Reader mini series

Requested/About: Best friends, Y/N and Fred Weasley share a night of passion together during the Triwizard Tournament, after that, everything changes and Fred can’t figure out why until the night of the final task. Y/N has the world on her shoulders, and Fred slowly finds himself losing everyone around him.

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A/N: the ages/school year has been adjusted so everything is legal.

Warnings: Swearing, alcohol, intoxication, drunk and unprotected sex, losing virginity.

It all started when the more outspoken, confident twin crashed into you on the Hogwarts Express in your first year at Hogwarts. Sure, you were upset, embarrassed, and annoyed, but when you looked up and realised who had swept you off your feet, you knew it wasn’t your brain messing with you - from that moment you had fallen for him; Fred Weasley.

After your first train ride, classes, and many more along the way, over the years, you and Fred became best friends, going through thick and thin together, sharing the worlds loudest laughs, best pranks, and even the biggest tears. Your tiny crush on him blossomed into something much more, a love that couldn’t stop growing and spread out of control, but you were sure that Fred didn’t feel the same, and as you became older, reaching the end of your years in the education system, Fred discovered other girls and sex, whilst you drowned yourself in the life of parties and bottles of fire whiskey.

Fred loves the parties, he loves fire whiskey too, but he loves the other girls and the sex in a different way because they feed his ego, and it helped take his mind off you and the fact he didn’t have the guts to pursue you.

You were labelled as the party-girl which every girl wanted to be and wouldn’t challenge to a drinking game if their gold was on the table, and Fred gained the title as the play-boy, who made every lad jealous and watch in envy as he never got rejected and could flirt with any girl he wanted.

You had to hear the stories of your best friend fucking your classmates, and how much they loved it, praising him and gossiping about how skilled he was with his fingers, tongue, and cock. You were jealous, and you didn’t want to admit it, but you couldn't invent your sex life to reach Fred’s rank - you had never had sex - you were a virgin through and through.

Sitting next to Fred on the edge of his bed in the hospital wing you shook your head, laughing at the state of him and his twin, George.

“I’ve got to say, you’ve got a magnificent beard.” You laughed, the sight of George being an old man funnier than you expected.

Fred smirked despite still being pissed off with George “I never knew you were into older men” he winked.

“Well, you never asked.”

George groaned out “get a bloody room, the pair of you!”

You rolled your eyes at him and pulled Fred’s pillow from under his head, causing him to slump down, you bashed George with his pillow, sticking your tongue out at him and pulling a face.

“Y/N, don’t encourage them!” Madame Pomfrey hurried over, retrieving Fred’s pillow “Out! Out!” she shooed you.

Standing up and put your hands up in defence “Alright! I’m going!”

Fred’s smirk turned into a grin, “Watch the first task with us?” he asked.

You nodded “with pleasure, I heard Bill is going to be there.”

And you weren’t wrong, the first task came within the blink of an eye, you were honoured to meet Bill in passing - more like a “Hello!” with an awkward wave, followed by “Goodbye!” and another awkward wave, but the dragons fascinated you, and Fred spent the majority of the task watching you instead of the Hungarian Horntail, Swedish Short-Snout, Chinese Fireball, and the Common Welsh Green. George had to keep reminding Fred that their money and future business was on the line.

During the celebration party as it got later in the evening, you and everyone else surrounded Harry, clapping and cheering as he lifted the golden egg infant of him, parading it around, all of you watching and waiting eagerly, encouraging him to open it in hopes that it could liven up the party - giving everyone an excuse to stay up late and continue drinking.

Fred and George lifted Harry up, propping his legs on either of their shoulders, their arms strapping him in so he was above the large and busy crowd.

“Knew you wouldn’t die, Harry.”

“Lose a leg.”

“Or an arm.”

“Pack it in altogether.”

“Never!”

Fred and George stopped heaving Harry into the air, Seamus begging for a clue, you stared at Fred, your eyes getting lost in the strands of his long golden hair, but you weren’t the only one - the girls behind you were fixating on him, whispering about his good looks and height.

You zoned out completely, the same jealousy and bitterness spreading through your veins, you had to talk to him, tell him you loved him, but how?

Harry opened the egg, bright light of gold broke out followed by loud screeching, breaking you out of your toxic train of thoughts, Fred and George dropping Harry and flinching like you and everyone else, covering your ears and begging Harry to shut it up.

“What the bloody hell was that?” Ron interrupted.

Fred huffed and shook his head “As if this party couldn’t get any worse.” he turned around and tried to flee to his dorm room, calling it a night and encouraging everyone to get to bed.

The two girls behind you who were salivating over Fred pushed past you and called him over, blushing and batting their eyelashes at him.

“We’re throwing a party of our own” she eyed him up as if he was something to eat “tonight doesn’t have to end on a downer.”

Her plan worked, instantly gaining Fred’s attention, he grinned and nodded “Wicked, can I bring someone along?”

“George is already invited” her friend replied, smirking at George.

“Can I bring someone else too, though?” Fred asked.

The girls exchanged looks with one another cautiously, but they didn’t want to let him down or uninterested him, “Of course! Who?”

Probably his friend Lee or some girl he’s fucking.

“Y/N!” Fred called out, smiling at you “You want to join this party with me?”

The girls glared at one another, muttering and swearing under their breaths to one another.

This is your moment, Y/N, don’t mess this up, shoot your shot.

“Yeah!” You smiled back, feeling honoured and slightly shocked “Yeah, sure!”

Once everyone had cleared off, you and your new group sneaked out of the common room and into Moaning Myrtle's territory, all the professors were either partying or fast asleep, even Mr Filch and Mrs Norris grudgingly had the night off.

The dark and grubby bathroom spun around whilst you got onto your knees, the cold tile floor making you shudder when coming into contact with your warm legs. The two girls smirked and sat down too, the shorter one pulling Fred to sit down next to her, her hand continuously placing itself on his knee, ticking you off.

“Well, since Y/N decided to drink her feelings, we’ve got an empty bottle and we could do with a game to lighten up the mood.” The shorter girl spoke out, causing Fred to give her a dirty look for calling you out.

“What is it then?” George asked “Pretty shit place for a party.”

“Careful” you hiccoughed “Don’t want to make Mrytle cry.”

“We’ve decided truth or dare, but with spinning the bottle. Whoever it lands on has to answer a truth, or accept a dare from the spinner.”

You rolled your eyes “Seems very... tween like of you.”

Fred laughed.

“You weren’t invited, so feel free to leave if this party isn’t good enough for you.”

You ignored her and played along anyway.

“George” she squealed “Truth or dare?”

George hesitated for a moment “Truth”

“Does Fred keep you up at night with all the girls he brings back?”

After what felt like an eternity, the bottle finally landed back and George, and he spun the bottle, causing it to land on you.

“Y/N, truth or dare?”

I swear if you ask me anything stupid -

“D-dare.” you hiccoughed again, trying to act bigger than your boots.

George stared at the two desperate girls and looked back at you “I dare you to snog my brother.”

Okay, I really wish I went for truth, what was I thinking? Bloody hell!

“Okay then” you replied nervously, crawling in the middle of the circle, Fred crawling over to you, a glint of mischief in his eyes.

Fred’s warm, large, gentle hands cupped your face, leaning in, his lips pressed against yours shocking both of you as if a spark had ignited, whilst you kissed back, your hands tangled in his long golden hair and the two of you were suddenly hit with the realisation of how in love with one another you actually were.

More students had caught wind of the lame party and livened it up, playing music and brightening the bathroom up with colourful moving lights, bringing more fire whiskey and encouraging everyone to dance.

Everyone around you watched as you and Fred continued to snog, his tongue dancing with yours, his cock starting to support a semi, everyone cheered aside from the two girls who felt as if they had shot themselves in the foot.

“Okay!” the girl called out again, trying to pull Fred away “Times up!”

but he didn’t want to stop, and neither did you, the memories you shared playing out in front of you.

“I’m sorry for crashing into you” he frowned, sitting next to you on the train “is your head alright? I can try and make the bruising go away.”

You couldn’t stay mad at him, you chuckled and shook your head “It’s okay but thank you for offering” you smiled.

His twin brother entered the carriage, “Fred-” he stared at you “what’s happened to you?”

“I wish you were coming with us” Fred sighed, grumbling to himself.

“Oh don’t be silly, you’re going on holiday!” you beamed “just make sure you take plenty of pictures, I’ve heard Egypt is lovely!”

“I’ll write to you and I’ll send the photos through the owl post if I’ve got enough time.”

“We’re supposed to be studying for our O.W.Ls!” you hissed at Fred, hiding your answers from him as he continued to make your stationary levitate and drop onto your head.

“Please take part in this prank, Y/N” he begged “I promise I won’t ask for anything ever again.”

“But you always do, Freddie!”

He stared at you, pouting and making puppy eyes.

“Fine” you sighed, giving in “Let’s go and do it then.”

Fred punched the air and grabbed you by the hand, pulling you away from your desk, the two of you smirking and giggling with excitement.

“I didn’t realise it would be this cold” you shivered, standing outside of Honey Dukes, snow falling from the sky and sticking to the pavement.

Fred pulled off his knitted jumper “Put this on love, don’t want you freezing now do we?”

The memories snapped away as Fred fell back, his arm in the girl's hand, you were desperate for more and opened your eyes, frowning that he had been dragged away for a dance with her, you watched as she wrapped her arms around his neck and his hands rested on her waist.

Getting off your now red cold knees and standing up, you downed some more fire whiskey from the first bottle you laid eyes on and decided to copy Fred - dancing with anyone who wanted you - grinding against them, having them hold you close and breathing down your neck, you had to admit, for someone who had never done this before, you were doing a pretty good job, almost as if you had done it before.

Fred couldn’t get you, the kiss, the feeling of your lips, tongue, and the replay of memories out of his head. Breaking away from the girl, he approached you as you pulled away from the tall Hufflepuff lad, finally reuniting with the love of your life. Almost instantly, Fred’s lips collided with yours, your hands back to being tangled in his hair and his hand squeezing your behind teasingly, alcohol on your breath and his.

“I want you.” you breathed, pulling away from the kiss “I want you to fuck me like you do everyone else.”

“I want you too” Fred replied, taking your hand and fleeing from the party.

After what seemed like a marathon, you finally burst into Fred’s empty dorm room, he shut the door behind him and locked it before kissing you passionately, lowering you onto the bed and taking your clothes off.

This was it, the moment you were craving for years on end, this was it, this was how you would be losing your virginity, this would be giving yourself to your best friend entirely.

But Fred had no idea that it was your first time, in his head, you were having just as much sex as him.

Fred couldn’t get over the sight of your naked body, your breasts, your tummy, your bum, your inner thighs, your exquisite crotch - you were the definition of perfect, he had forgotten about every girl he had ever seen naked at the sight of you, you were making him feel as if this was his first time all over again.

Fred sucked on your nipples whilst he stimulated your clit with his fingers, warming you up, the sensation of his warm tongue and mouth sent shivers of pleasure down your spine, and as nervous as you were, you couldn’t stop yourself from moaning as he played with your touch starved clit.

“Are you ready, Y/N?” Fred asked, pulling away from your breasts.

“Yes,” you breathed out, slurring slightly “I’m ready Freddie.”

Fred’s head, like yours, was also spinning. He stumbled and reached for the lube, applying it onto his length and then across your tight hole. Fred felt as if he had forgotten something, but the more he wracked his own brain, the more he couldn’t remember what he needed. He laid you on your back and climbed on top, lining himself against your entrance.

Looking at you one last time to make sure, you nodded, and he slowly pushed himself inside of you, stretching you out as your walls tightened around you. You winced as you experienced an entirely new feeling, Fred slowed down and stayed still inside of you so you could adjust to his size when you were ready to continue, Fred started to trust himself inside and out of you gently, holding your hand and kissing your head as you started to feel incredible pleasure, your soft moans spilling from your lips.

Fred couldn’t believe he had gotten so lucky, he was fucking - no - he wasn’t - he was making love to the most perfect girl in the world, someone he actually cared deeply for and had feelings for, you weren't a stranger, you were special, you weren’t temporary, you were soothing his aching heart - your absence was the cause, and your love - the medicine.

You watched as Fred’s hard cock slid inside and out of you, you admired his perfect body, the way he moaned and expressed the pleasure he was feeling through his facial expressions, you gripped onto his hand tighter as he picked up his speed and throbbed inside of you, you didn’t want this to end, you wanted to live inside this moment forever.

“My- My tummy feels tight” you panted, not knowing what was happening.

“Cum for me, Y/N.” Fred panted too “Don’t hold back.”

Oh, so that’s what that feeling means?

The pressure built up until it burst, you felt yourself explode as the pleasure became more intense, you relaxed and released, creaming down Fred’s length, your walls strangling him.

“Fuck!” Fred panted, the beads of sweat spreading across his forehead and back “I’m cumming baby!”

Baby.

“Y/N!”

Fred released his sperm deep inside of you without realising he didn’t have a condom on, you didn’t know whether he had put one on or not either, you didn’t know to ask or mention it, you were on birth control up until last week, you had to come off it due to the side effects and stress you under as your N.E.W.Ts approached.

Fred slowly pulled out and collapsed in your arms, the two of you holding one another, your eyes too heavy to stay open.

As you drifted off to sleep, your life was about to change forever.

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stariwrites · 4 years ago

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Minors DNI 18+ only

Ik this comes up a lot but consider: Shigaraki playing video games while fucking you, but has you wear his head set so the others can hear how good he’s making you feel.

Tw: Degradation, Voyeurism, dirty talk

Pairing: Shgaraki x fem! reader (feat. the rest of the league)

You’re riding Shigaraki, but facing away from the screen and at first it starts out as him having you cock warm him as he plays. You’re gripping onto his shoulders and even sucking marks into his neck to keep the noises in. If you even move the slightest bit he’ll slap your ass to quiet you down.

It isn’t until he can’t stop focusing on how tight you are around him, your pussy practically sucking him in that he starts to actually fuck you. He thrusts up once before an idea strikes him.

Slowly, he takes off the headset and places it on your head. You look at him with wide eyes but all you get in response is a wide grin followed by him gesturing for you to keep quiet.

Once he knows it’s on securely, he’s thrusting up into you, the game long forgotten.

“Shiggy what the hell are you doing we’re dying out here!” Spinner shouts followed by the rest of the group. You whimper, clutching onto Shigaraki for dear life, biting your lip to keep the rest of the sounds out. Your nails dig into his back, causing him to groan into your chest.

He pulls all the way out only to thrust back into you causing you to lose your composure. A loud moan rips its way out of your throat before you can stop it causing silence to fall on the other end of the headset. It’s quiet until Dabi begins to laugh.

“Are you kidding?! Is Crusty really making you feel that good?” He asks, but it’s more mocking. Your stomach swoops at the tone causing another breathy whimper to escape you.

“He’s not the only one,” a voice you can only assume as Compress says. He tuts at your reaction. “Such a naughty little thing getting off on us degrading you, hm? What would the heroes think?”

You can barely keep up with the way Shiggy is attacking your nipples and rubbing at your clit almost as if he’s an animal, needing you to come vs the way Dabi and Compress’ words send liquid heat boiling through your stomach making you shiver.

“She’s so cute like this,” Toga coos when you sob at a deep thrust into your pussy. “I bet she looks even cuter when she cums.”

“Please,” you keen. You don’t know what you’re begging for, but you can feel your chest vibrate from where Shigaraki is which sends shivers through you. The others on the call do a mixture between squealing and scoffing.

“Such a slut, you love being a little fuck hole for the boss don’t you?” Dabi sneers. All you can do is babble agreements.

“And she doesn’t even deny it, she has no shame moaning like a whore. You’re our whore now, aren’t you?” Compress asks, you squeeze down on Shigaraki without meaning to bringing both of you closer to the edge.

Your moans are higher in pitch causing Toga and Twice to squeal at you.

“You’re so close aren’t you? You’re so good makes me want to play with you,” Toga says in a sing song. “Please oh please let me play with you!”

“Want it,” you slur, mind heavy. “Please Toga want you to play with me, need it.”

A moan of her own sounds through the headset. You can feel your release coming, but it isn’t enough.

“More, need more!” Is the only thing you can say.

“Go ahead baby,” Jin’s voice is quiet, unsure. It’s sweet and softer than the other’s. “Cum, you can do it. Cum for me.”

That’s all you needed, tossing your head back you scream when your orgasm hits you. Shigaraki isn’t far behind, thrusting a few more times before he pulls out and cums on your stomach. Both of you take a second to catch your breath again. When you do Shigaraki spins the both of you towards the bro where he rests your upper body while your legs are still on the chair.

“Tomura, what?”

The only answer he gives is when he leans over your torso with his tongue sticking out of your mouth. He starts at your belly and licks up to your ribs, cleaning his cum off of you all while maintaining eye contact. Your breath hitches. He doesn’t stop until all of it is cleaned off. Only then does he lean in for a kiss, twisting your tongues together where his taste still lingers.

“M proud of you,” he says pulling away. He brushes the hair out of your face with a fond smile. “You did so good for me, such a good girl.” You beam under the praise.

“Are you alright darlin?” Compress’ voice startles you. It isn’t until then that you realize you still have the head set on. You jump before nodding only to remember they can’t see you. Tomura snorts at you which in turn he receivers a playful glare from you.

“Oh, um yeah, I’m good.”

“Alright, we’ll be down in a couple of seconds, but first we’ll go get some snacks,” Spinner says causing a wave of affection to hit you. “Next time,” he adds. “I’m joining.”

#i couldn't get this out of my head #starithirsts #tw degradation #tw voyeurism #tw dirty talk #shigaraki smut #mr. compress smut #toga smut #league of villains smut #shigaraki x female reader

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spookyceph · 3 years ago

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Dust to Dust Pt. V

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Summary: Tomura reconsiders his dialogue options

Words: 1,151

CW: Brief discussion of death/funerals, argument, swearing

He didn’t plan on bringing anything up during the game. Not really. So, when the question slips out Tomura’s just as startled as they are.

“What do you want done with your bodies if you die?”

Spinner turns on the sofa to face Tomura, the scales that line his mouth twisted somewhere between anger and disbelief. “You have a real gift for bringing a room down, you know that? And it has nothing to do with that dead guy’s hand stuck to your face.”

Used to Spinner’s prickly reactions whenever talk turned personal by now, Tomura shrugs the scorn off. “It’s just a question.”

“Yeah, a kinda intense one,” Twice chimes in from where he sits cross-legged on the floor between them. He peels the bottom part of his mask up to shove another pizza-flavored potato chip into his mouth before adding, “Bury me with my ass sticking out of the ground so the world can kiss it.”

Tomura reaches up to scratch a few more tally marks into his neck. Great. Another round of dragging simple answers out of people. Maybe he just shouldn’t bother. Let Sensei or Kurogiri wade through this shit. It’s not like he had to do any of it.

Words flow from his mouth like it has a mind of its own. “I’m responsible for all of you, so I need to know.”

“What, you expecting us to get killed off?” Spinner’s hair bristles, patches of darker green mottling his face and throat. “You think we’re so weak you already have to plan our funerals?”

A retort, jagged and brittle as broken glass, rushes to the tip of Tomura’s tongue. He swallows it. Because he knows it’s a shard that’s been chipped off his own wounded pride. Nobody reacts the way he wants them to and he doesn’t know what he’s doing wrong. Honesty feels like the logical choice, yet his questions do nothing except cause avoidance or anger.

Maybe he should act more like someone who is good at getting people to do their bidding. Kurogiri? No…Tomura doesn’t have the presence or refinement needed to coax and politely bully someone in turns. Magne? He could never pull off her combination of disarming and perceptive. Dabi? Connections click in his brain. Tomura had still been ready to kill him that first time they’d talked after being introduced. Yet Dabi had not only managed to diffuse that anger by being both casual and direct, he’d gotten Tomura to see him in an entirely different way. A way that had wound up with them sharing a bed…but still. The basic strategy has to be applicable elsewhere.

Spinner startles when Tomura takes the controller out of his grip, sets it aside on the sofa along with his own, and, careful to keep his pinkies raised, takes the other man’s hands in his own. Physical touch, got it. Direct eye contact through Father’s fingers, yes, good. A smile or soft expression…well, two out of three isn’t bad.

“I didn’t mean to upset you.” His voice rasps, unlike Dabi’s, which seems to come from deep inside his chest and makes it feel like Tomura was the only person in the world. But whatever, he’ll work with what he has.

Spinner’s scales cycle through a dizzying array of shades and patterns, from speckles of brown to blotches dark enough to look purple over his neck and forehead, then back to a smooth mint-green. His widened eyes flick down to their joined hands before jumping up to meet Tomura’s gaze. “What are you—who-who said—why would I-I-I—” He coughs and swallows as if he swallowed one of Twice’s chips the wrong way. “Who’s upset? I never said I was upset. What makes you think I’m upset?”

“It’s a leader’s job to take care of the people who follow them.” Not that he’s much of a leader, but he’s fairly sure he can be passable if he just grinds some more levels and unlocks more skill trees. “Through good and bad times. To the very end.”

Tomura’s not a poet or a motivational speaker, but his words hit a nerve. Complexion returned to normal, Spinner meets his eyes straight on. He presses his lips tighter together, brow creasing, and takes a breath to reply.

“Now kiss,” Twice interrupts, leaning towards them on the edge of his figurative seat.

That does it. Spinner jerks his hands out of Tomura’s grasp, coming who knows how close to Decaying himself.

“Fuck off, Jin!” He glares over at Tomura. “You didn’t have to get all mushy on me. You wanna know about funeral arrangements? Fine, whatever. Just scatter my ashes in Hosu City somewhere and melt my swords into a plaque or something. Satisfied?” Not waiting for an answer, he hawks a sound of disgust and springs up from the sofa. He stomps out of the room without looking back.

Itching lips pursed, Tomura stares down at his empty hands a moment. At a loss, he finally meets Twice’s worried stare.

“Was it wrong of me to ask?”

“Kinda blunt maybe. The only thing you did wrong was not smooch him when you had the chance, chickenshit.”

Tomura squints, jaw jutted forward, but detects no sarcasm. His expression behind Father softens into bemusement. “Do you really think I should have?”

“Well…not without setting the mood a little more maybe.”

Huh. Tomura stores the info away for later. “Did my question upset you?”

“No. Hell yes, you heartless bastard.”

“Can I ask why?”

Letting his gaze drift to the ceiling, Twice continues to munch chips while he considers. Finally, he wipes the artificial pizza flavoring coating his fingers on the front of his costume. “It’s not really the question. It’s what it forces us to think about.”

“Funeral arrangements?”

“Losing what we’ve found here.”

Shock crashes Tomura’s mind into a blank screen. Slowly, it reloads, playing him a slideshow of memories in the meantime. Toga and Magne blending different shades of eyeshadow on each other with a kit they’d lifted from a department store. Compress effortlessly practicing sleight of hand tricks while chitchatting with Kurogiri behind the bar. Dabi bumming a cigarette off of Twice while they sat out on the fire escape. Spinner crowing triumphantly during one of their own late-night sessions the first time he’d beaten Tomura at a fighting game.

“I see,” he says once he recovers. “I’ll be more careful when I talk to the others.”

“You’d better be. Just, you know, ease into the subject a little more. Especially with Toga. She’s the youngest, remember. I’ll strangle you with my measuring tape if you make her cry!”

He nods, then motions to the abandoned controllers on the sofa. “Want to play?”

Twice is scrambling up, scattering chip crumbs, in a heartbeat. “I’m not as good as you or Spinner. Fucking NEETs.”

“Doesn’t matter. It’s just nice to have someone to share with.”

#oh hey look #I did a thing #bnha #shigaraki #shigaraki fic #shigaraki tomura #twice #spinner #bubaigawara jin #shuichi iguchi

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jade-eclipse-lithium · 2 years ago

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I’m Jade Eclipse Tokoyami. Big brother of the Tokoyami Siblings, which only includes me, Tokoyami Twin and Eri. We are blood-related.

Well Eri is our cousin but we raise her like our little sister. The DNA checks out.

My quirk is learning, as long as i know how exactly one’s quirk works i can use it as my own.

Thanks to this sudden change of DNA of mine, i helped a lot people that was hurt even died in the well-known timeline.

I have two forms like All Might do, but the other way around.

To go undercover and stay low, my hero mode is like a background character.

6 feet, black hoodie, nothing special in particular. I uses my quirk in secret like incidents magically solved by itself.

That’s called my hero mode, which i use the instant i step out of my own house.

I don’t use my real form to go out cuz it scares people and I becomes the joke of town.

3 metres, even more fangs showing, just the look that attracts many people.

There’s something I have in both forms.

White hair/fur/wings

Jade green eyes

Change of colours of eyes due to mood

Blind, mostly “see” like bats in the dark

In this au, everything’s going fine and we’re just goofing around, doing our work.

By also goofing around, i found ourselves a home, a family that loves unconditionally.

I’ll introduce us from the oldest. I assume everyone knows best about their quirks.

Tomie Takami

Oldest parent, the oldest sister in the parents

Our legal guardian

Realized her wrongs

Won’t hesitate to roast the living hell out of anyone even Endeavor

Always goes and try to be better about taking care of her kids

She’s the boss of our therapy centre for victims of crimes and such

I found her on the street when i was four

No. 10 Hero: Gentle Man

Danjuro Tobita, our oldest dad, second brother within our parents

Helped him when he failed trying to save a falling guy

Got praised as a hero

Taught him how to invest

Richz then buy house and took us in kindly

Has La Brava as wife and is a power couple with her

They’re my favourite platonic couple

No. 6 Hero: Stain

Chizome Akaguro, middle dad but smartest and most skilled

Found him training to be a serial killer in some abandoned factory

Realized everyone can be a true hero if they try after hitting his head

Best warrior babysitter

Could but wouldn’t kill the villains

His quirk is super convenient on capturing villains

He’s super cool like my religious Piccolo from Dragon Ball

Army Hero: Twice

Jin Bubaigawara, youngest dad, the most childish one in our parent

Overcome his trauma with our helps

Wants to help the villains to get their lives on track

Gets over emotional every time

Will beat you to death if you dare to hurt our family

Trying to make his clones more durable and is working

We all love our grey Deadpool dad

No. 3 Hero: Hawks

Keigo Takami, oldest brother but most childish

Spoils our not-grownup siblings

Very lazy

Wouldn’t pick up his sock

Shows and needs affections

Best father and son with Twice

I found him on the street when i was four x2

No. 5 Hero: Handy

Tenko Shimura, second oldest, sassy

Not afraid to kill a scum of the earth or two or more

Applies cream and chapsticks

Loves animals, specially dogs, has bunch of pets in the house, like many many pets

Has absolute control over his quirk

Except when his emotions lose control

I found him on the street when i was four x3

Lizard Hero: Spinner

Shuichi Iguchi, third oldest, more gamer than Handy

Inspired by Stain, cosplays him, followed him and lives with us

Sticks his tongue out like lizards

Learned how to drive in GTA

Has access to all weapons from Stain

Tries really hard and tries to be intimidating

He doesn’t look intimidating when he tries to

Jet-Black Hero: Eclipse

Jade Eclipse Tokoyami, eldest of the Tokoyami, fourth oldest but smartest and most skilled

Helps the ex-convicts to get their lives together even provides therapy session for the prisoners

Past serial killer, killed by the guy who talks through the radio and can put electricity waves into his voice

Doesn’t know what I’m doing 27/8 but stuff just sort out but everyone talks me off when i said that like “u know exactly what ur doing u brat”

Has god-like power but loves not using quirk to beat villains so people assumes his quirk is like All Might’s but way stronger

Trans 🏳️‍⚧️

I’m an alcoholic

Blood Thirsty Hero: Toga

Himiko Toga, oldest female in the siblings, lovable

Home-schooling

Loves affections from the older siblings

Loves caring for younger siblings

Have crushes pretty easily

Can definitely kill a guy

She deserves everything she wants

Pakour Hero: Pinocchio

Rody Soul, oldest of the Souls, cocky

Loves his siblings more than anything

Tries to be the adult but fails

Second-year at Ketsubutsu Academy High School in Ms Joke’s class

Has a pilot license, our dependable air support

Uses parkour as his advantage

I found him when i was scavenger hunting the Humanrise

Jet-Black Hero: Tsukuyomi

Fumikage Black Tokoyami, middle child of the Tokoyami, quiet

Watch out for the quiet ones

Knows about the Tokoyami’s background story and it’s not afraid to share it

Keeps his emotion positive to keep Dark Shadow in control

Was quirkless

Smart but not academically

Mah fluffy birdie

Dark Shadow Tokoyami

Same with Fumikage, playful

Actually a girl but sound like a boy and prefer he/it

Died but is conjoined with his twin, Fumikage, and became his quirk

Sounds a bit like electricity waves in his voice cuz he died by electricity and became a radio demon

Feed on Fumikage’s negative feelings and darkness, this also keeps Fumikage positive

Loves to eat flesh like how Eclipse ate their nine oldest siblings

Too bright for a creature in the dark

Roro Soul

The middle child of the Soul, smart

Smart for his age

Still trying to develop his quirk

Wants to be a hero to help people

Favourite hero is Mirko

Can ninjaflip a man

He is smarter than the twin

Eri Rewind Tokyami

The youngest of the Tokoyami, caring

Can control her quirk to heal, e.g. she healed All Might but not his quirk

Aims to be a healer hero in the future

Favourite hero is Recovery Girl

Always with Overhaul

Goes to visit various heroes with Overhaul

Our baby girl

Lala soul

Youngest of the Soul and youngest in the family, cheerful

Draws heroes and ask them to sign on them

Helps Handy with the pets more than anyone in the house

Still kindergarten

Loves dancing

Favourite hero, Present Mic

Our baby girl

I’m currently eighteen by the time the twin, who are 15, started their first year, by the time Rody start his second year.

I have a job in UA as a teacher assistant, technically a staff. I like the freedom in UA.

Also a bodyguard of our new teacher, if you know what I mean. If you know, you know.

I have started my own agency with Nine, Slice, Mummy and Chimera. By the time it reached October, it’s a year.

Many villains in the well-known timeline is good heroes out here, even the Liberations aren’t planning to start a war.

The biggest problem is what’s going to be our dinner, and it’s a every day question.

No need to worry about All For One and his nomus, they’re in prison before USJ.

Kids are training to be heroes in a kinda peaceful way, just enjoying their lives.

But of course there was some tragedies I wasn’t even exist by that time to prevent it from happening.

Like Kurogiri is still that smoke guy in here, but I raided in the Doctor’s place before the disaster of USJ

He returned to his past self and use the name “Kurogiri” as his hero name to make All For One feel stupid.

I could further explain what happened to specific one of them if you guys wanna know.

Enjoy this ridiculousness but kinda satisfaction from my blog!

Ps: This are real thing that have been said, even from the commission. I just hope they’ll fire me for this.

#fumikage tokoyami #dark shadow #eri #overhaul #jade #bnha oc #bnha #bnha au #tomie #twice #gentle #stain #hero commission #rody #roro #lala #handy #hawks

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guro-giri-letters · 4 years ago

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It ain’t easy : Spinner x reader!

- By Guro. ♡

/While you and the League try to survive the summer heat in your new hideout, you and Spinner have a heart to heart. This is a longer one! Posted it on Ao3 but it’s another nice wholesome one (a little flirty) so thought I’d post it here too. Enjoy! ♡/

/Tags l Tw ; No warnings, flirting, Spinner is cute and kind of clueless. ♡/

Spinner isn’t fond of the cold but God damn, he wished your current hideout wasn’t quite so hot.

Dabi groans aloud as he peels his coat off, ducking through the only window in the entire building he and Twice had managed to shove open. “Damnit, I’m cooked,” he grits out, and then shoots both Twice and Toga a look when they snort in response. The current Hotel de League is the shell of an old apartment complex, all sealed up and stuffy from prolonged disuse. None of the windows open. Nothing electric works. But it’s dark and built strong, and far enough on the outskirts of the city that they aren’t likely to get caught squatting.

So here they’ll stay, for hell knows how long. The window they’ve found and forced open gives way to a decent sized balcony, more than big enough for most of the League to lounge on.

Toga sits happily, her legs dangling through the gaps in the bars that act as a safety railing. Dabi moves to crouch next to her and light a cigarette, rolling his eyes heavily and handing the box over to Twice when he motions for it enthusiastically. Spinner sits at the other end of the balcony, giving one of his many blades a much needed sharpening and watching the distant city. Despite the heat he feels quite content today, almost enchanted by how small everything in the city looks from here. Like he could lift it up in his hands, like a sword-wielding Godzilla.

“I’m back guys!” There’s a general murmur of greeting as you climb through the window and onto the balcony to rejoin your group, smiling at Toga as she twists around to wave at you enthusiastically. You nearly trip on your way in, planting a very warm hand on Spinner’s shoulder to steady yourself. As you straighten up, you give him an all too pretty smile in the way of thanks. Spinner can feel himself flush instantly but he tries to play it off, giving you a simple nod as you turn away and delve into the convenience store bag on your arm. Since you’re the newest member of the League, it’d been you who’d been sent out to buy some essentials to keep you all going.

“Here’s your cigarettes Twice, so you can stop stealing from Dabi.” Tossing the little cardboard box, Twice catches it with a blink, the line of his uncovered mouth twisting as Dabi gives him an accusatory scowl. “Oh, here Toga,” you chirp, handing over a strawberry ice pop to the younger girls' complete delight. She thanks you loudly, tearing the plastic packet open with her sharp teeth.

You continue chattering casually, giving out the things you’d retrieved on your short trip. Spinner watches you idly, his blade forgotten as his eyes follow you moving around in the warm sun. You’re such an easygoing person, he thinks. It’s one of the things he likes about you. You just look like you’re enjoying every moment of your time, even as you lean through the window to hand the bag and the rest of its contents to Shigaraki. Your leader takes it with two hooked fingers, blinking at you behind Father before retreating into the safety of the shadows wordlessly. For his part, Spinner looks away pointedly while you’re bent over.

“I wasn’t stealing from you!” Twice is retorting when you return and drop to sit by Spinner, snickering to yourself at the sight of Dabi leaning over the masked man, threatening. “And I’ll do it again!” Toga giggles too, and Dabi grumbles something Spinner doesn’t even hear because you’ve turned to look at him, earning his full attention instantly. Laying one of your hands over his own, you squeeze it gently.

“What are you thinking about, Spinner?” The gentle tone of your voice is enough to muffle the sound of your allies still bickering. Shifting, he moves around to face you better, watching with a blink as you take a small bite of your own ice pop. Noticing him watching you offer it to him, licking your lips. “It’s apple.”

“No thanks,” he can feel himself getting flustered again as you shrug, removing your hand from his in the process as you get comfortable. Taking another bite of your cold treat and leaning back against the bars, you squint up at the unforgiving sun. With the heat beating down you feel so warm against Spinner’s side, your legs stretched out and leaning against his own as you relax fully, humming quietly and rolling your shoulders back. “I wasn’t thinking about anything, really,” he adds to fill the silence. To his surprise you actually snort at this, letting out a quiet giggle. “What?”

“Spinner, you’re always thinking,” you reply easily as you take another bite of your ice pop. You reach into his lap, making him jump involuntarily at the sudden move, but you’re only looking for his hand again. This time you slide your fingers through his own and squeeze lightly, your smaller palm feeling so different in his reptilian one. Spinner swallows and tries to appear aloof and unaffected, stoic, but he can’t not stare at your joined hands. The soft slide of your skin against the rougher texture of his own, it makes him think of the rest of your skin, soft and sleek. Coughing, he instantly pushes down those feelings because what the hell is he thinking? Sure you’re about his own age, but you’re so pretty, so nice.

Damnit, he likes you doesn’t he?

Forcing himself to relax, he wonders vaguely if you might like him too, or if you ever could. It’s not that Spinner thinks himself undateable or anything, but… the villain has never been great with girls, knowing how they feel or what they’re thinking. And it’s not like he’s had much experience with flirting or anything, either. Who’s he gonna practice with? Twice? He snorts to himself inwardly at the thought. But… but you’re a pretty laid back person, right? Laid back and nice and honest. If he asked you you’d just tell the truth, wouldn’t you? Considering this possibility gives him a small burst of hope, and he turns his head to look at you again. You’ve just finished your ice pop, and you’re chasing melted drops that have ran down your wrist with your tongue, licking your lips when you’re done. Like your ice pop, the bit of courage Spinner has worked up melts away in seconds and he’s left hot-faced and fidgeting. You catch him looking, grinning instantly. “What? Is it on my face?”

“Oh, no- no, you’re good,” he replies surprisingly evenly, and then jumps when you scoot a little closer to him, tilting your head.

“Did it turn my tongue green?”

Spinner really thinks he’s going to freak out, his tough guy act is doing nothing here. Your tone has gone all soft and silky, secretive almost, sticking your tongue out at him with a playful grin. Of course it’s turned your tongue green, and you smell like apples and sugar. His eyes dart from your open mouth to your bright eyes, glowing under the rays of golden sun.You look pleased with yourself as you draw your tongue back in, your thumb running over his scaled knuckles.

“Yeah, it did,” Spinner breathes finally, mind blank of anything else to say as you somehow draw in even closer. Your hand leaves his and moves up to rest on his bicep, firm with muscle, your free hand coming up to cradle his jaw. Did you- were you going to kiss him? No way. “Y/n?” He murmurs, quietly, like the two of you are telling secrets.

“Spinner?” It’s an outright purr. He’s pretty sure he’s going to die under all of your attention. Jerking, his hands fumble and land on your waist to keep himself from toppling over as you pull him in close. You don’t mind the contact though, uncaring of your companions so close by as your nose moves in close to his snout. You smile, warm and sweet. “Are you really going to make me ask you to kiss me? Such a tough guy, Shuichi.”

The series of unfortunate events that takes place in the next few seconds happens way too quickly. You tilt your head up, like you really are asking him to kiss you. And he’s only just decided that he is in fact going to kiss you when a leg suddenly emerges from the window, nearly standing directly on top of you. You let out a yelp, darting forward and knocking against Spinner’s firm chest just as Mr Compress stumbles his way out onto the balcony. He almost falls right onto you, standing on Twice’s ankle and sending the masked villain into a flurry of contradictory yells that in turn causes Dabi to jump in surprise, cigarette flying out of his hand and dying in a melted puddle of ice pop left by Toga. A moment of silence fills the balcony, all of you glancing between each other in clear expectancy of someone completely losing it. It drags on a moment, and then Dabi growls, head thumping back against the railing. “I’m not even getting mad, I’m too hot.”

With that, the momentary bubble of tension burst with ease.

“My popsicle melted!”

“Mr Compress stood on us!”

“How inelegant of me, I must be getting out of practice! My apologies, dear,” Mr Compress lays a gloved hand on your shoulder, bending down to you as he straightens his hat. “I did nearly step on you.”

“It’s okay, Compress!” You haven’t moved from where you ended up, an arm around Spinner’s shoulders and your other hand on his chest to steady yourself. He hadn’t even realised he’d grabbed onto you, one of his arms locked around your waist to trail you out of Mr Compress’ way. Tangled together with you, in front of everyone, the heat outside, it all feels a little too much all of a sudden for Spinner. Without a word the scaled villain untangles himself from you, stands, and bee-lines straight for the window. “What- Spinner?” You call after him, getting up to your knees with a frown.

He looks back at you before he climbs through, a pang of guilt hitting his chest at your confused expression, like you think you’ve done something wrong. Sighing, Spinner forces himself to look away. “I’ll be back,” he says, like it could be directed at anyone on the balcony. Twice and Compress both murmur their farewells but you don’t say anything, sighing and drawing your knees up close to yourself… Had you been too forward? You didn’t think you would scare him off but maybe you had.

Spinner doesn’t come back in the next hour. He doesn’t come back for the rest of the afternoon either. By the time the gecko-quirk villain does step back out onto the balcony it’s late evening, and everyone has already made their way back into the complex. Well, nearly everyone. The blue glow of Dabi’s flames catches his eye a second too late and the pair share a vaguely awkward glance as Dabi lights his cigarette. Shaking his wrist, the burnt man extinguishes the flame and exhales a cloud of smoke. “You ran off fast earlier, lizard.”

“Shut your mouth, ash-tray,” Spinner grumbles in return, planting his elbows on the railing and staring out at the now-dark, distant city. “I wanted out of the sun.”

“You wanted out from under y/n.” Spinner glares at the jab. Dabi huffs smoke at him through his teeth, the corner of his stapled up mouth turning up. “You’re not denying it,” he rasps in that rough, odd tone of his. Spinner hates it. He almost hates Dabi himself, but not entirely. After all they’d joined with much the same intentions, hadn’t they? They had some similarities, but he definitely hates Dabi’s attitude. “What’re you so scared of, huh?”

“I’m not-” The window creaks again and both men turn their heads, watching as you climb through the window back onto the balcony. You’re wearing an oversized shirt and your feet are bare; you actually look like you’ve just woken from a nap. Blinking sleepily, you notice the pair after a moment and smile, stretching your arms above your head.

“Why’re you two awake?” You ask through a yawn, dropping your arms and moving to seat yourself by the railing.

Dabi ignores your question, flicking his cigarette and choosing instead to make direct eye contact with Spinner. “Can’t sleep, y/n?”

“No,” you reply wistfully, tilting your head. “I can never sleep in new places, Unfamiliar, you know?”

“Hm…” Dabi murmurs in return, narrowing his eyes. Was he trying to get a rise out of Spinner? Anger him on purpose? Just when Spinner thinks this Dabi grins, his teeth flashing white in the dark. He looks right at you, tilting his head and scratching at the back of his mess of dark hair. “You want some company?”

Oh.

He gives Dabi a disbelieving look and Dabi smirks back, as if challenging him. You’re blissfully unaware of the silent battle going on between them, a content smile crossing your face as you watch the sky changing colours, turning darker. “That’d be nice,” you nod, glancing back at them and then back over the city. “A late night chat is always nice.”

“I’ll keep you company,” Spinner says quickly, not willing to let Dabi continue his meddling any longer. You turn to him quickly with a smile he swears looks relieved, nodding your head. “Come on, y/n,” he takes your hand, soldiering through his nerves and moving back towards the window with you in tow. You go with him happily, turning back and giving Dabi a small wave. He simply nods in your and Spinner’s direction, the tip of his cigarette glowing in the dark the last you see of him before climbing through the window. You don’t bother speaking as you take the lead, pulling Spinner through the darkened hallways of the apartment complex and to your room. It takes a few minutes to find the room you’ve claimed as your own but when you do you beam back at him, pushing the door open and quickly shutting it behind the pair of you.

Alone in your room with you, Spinner instantly feels a bit nervous again. He hesitates a moment, but follows as you pull him over to the creaky, understuffed bed in the corner. You’d patted the dust off of some sheets earlier and thrown them over the mattress to act as a temporary bed while the League stays here. Climbing up to the head of the bed you put a hand out, motioning for Spinner to join you.

“You- you want me to get in with you?”

“Where do you want to lie, on the floor?” Spinner laughs a little at your reply, but you can hear the nerves in it. You lean forward and take his hand again, and this time he moves forward with your encouragement. There’s a moment of shuffling as he works his boots off and then squeezes onto the mattress with you. Getting comfortable takes a moment too, both of you working out where to put your limbs and how close to lie to each other. In the end your faces are mere inches apart, lying on your sides with your head pillowed on Spinner’s arm. “You should take your mask off, get comfortable.”

“I thought you wanted to chat,” he replies half-jokingly, shutting his eyes but not objecting as you slip his mask up and away from his eyes. Instantly you run your hand through his lilac hair, giggling at the way he inadvertently relaxes into your touch. The pair of you lapse into comfortable silence, listening to the far off buzz of city noise and the odd groan and creak from the apartment complex.

“...I’m sorry if I freaked you out, earlier. I guess I came on a little strong,” Spinner looks surprised by your words, tilting his head as you glance away from him. A faint blush rises on your cheeks and he blinks, realization hitting him like a train.

“Oh- Y/n, you didn’t freak me out. Well, no. I was freaked out but not because of you, I just…” he sighs, trailing off as he looks for the right words. “...I just don’t know what I’m doing, with any of this. And everyone was there. I just-” You cut him off by laying your fingertips over his lips lightly, surprise and hope in your eyes.

“So… you didn’t mind me flirting?” You can’t even contain the smile that stretches your lips, fingers moving from his mouth along the line of his jaw, entranced by the bump of scales beneath your fingertips. “You liked it?”

Spinner almost laughs, unsure whether he should be shaking his head or nodding. “No! I mean- yes, yes I liked it. No I didn’t min-” You kiss him, closing the gap between you both and cutting off his words before he can get lost in his thoughts again. You like Spinner. You’ve liked him since you joined the League and to think he liked you too is such a relief. You just can’t help yourself, your hands curling over his strong shoulders as if he might disappear again and leave you alone. He has no intention of going anywhere, though, his hand that isn’t trapped beneath your body moving to hold you by the waist. The way he kisses you back is shy, and when you pull back you’re both blinking slowly, a curious smile pulling up one corner of your lips.

“Was that your first kiss Spinner?” Redness creeps over his green skin at your question. He clears his throat, choosing instead to pose his own question instead of answering you.

“Shuichi is alright with me, if you want?”

Your heart feels incredibly warm as you nod, pulling him in by his shoulders and kissing him again. “Okay, Shuichi,” you beam, giddy and delighter as you press your face against his chest. The old, unfamiliar building has no chance of keeping you up now, not with Spinner’s strong arms linked around you.

You’ve never felt safer.

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zuffer-weird-girl · 5 years ago

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Plz i need more papa dabi with his little girl! They're so cute! Can i get dabi with a preggo s/o? At first he doesn't want to be inhis baby's life but when his s/o is involved in an acciedent where the baby had to be taken and put into an incubator he runs at high speed to the hospital and wants to see his little girl! Just imagine him sticking his hand into the incubator and the baby grabbing it and he cries? The s/o didn't survive the acciedent tho :(. It's ok if u don't want to write this..

Mentions of abortion and dabi is toya theory

He laughed.

The bastard had the nerve to laugh when you spilled the tea... when you took all of the courage in your being to tell him taht you were carrying a baby.

His baby.

Suddenly he went to look at you, his smirk slowly dissapearing when he saw your expression.

"Wait, shit-You're serious?" He asked out of no where and you almost snapped.

"Of course Im serious Dabi! I'm pregnant!" You almost cried out, knees almost giving up on holding your form as a billions of thoughts went through your boyfriend's head.

"... we can't." He breathed out, dedperation coming over his eyes but his face still hold onto the same resting bitch expression of his "We can't kept ... whatever the fuck you're carrying."

"I'm sorry but what?!" You exclaimed on horror "How can you even say that? Dabi I-"

"Listen." He said between teeth "We can't have a kid, okay? I can't have a kid... I'm no good for you for fuck's sake, imagine for this thing growing on your-"

"Don't you dare call our child a thing, Todoroki Toya." You growled, not backing away when he glared past your soul for using THAT name on him.

"Don't test your luck now dollface. Or even myself can get rid of this problem we got in." The words slipped his tongue before he could stop them before he felt a huge sting on his stiches and right cheek.

He hissed a bit and looked over at the woman he loved for years... completely broken and absolutely terrified of him, yet a hand still on the air to prove to him she indeed had slapped him.

Well, he deserved it. He couldn't lie.

"Listen..." you sobbed and he could feel his heart shattering "If YOU don't want to be a part of this baby's life, be a better father than yours was... that's alright, but I AM having this baby Dabi. Whether you liking it or not." You cried but still manage to stay with your gaze locked to his.

"(Y/n)..."

"No. If you don't want this kid, then you won't want me then, since I am having this baby."

He snatched his coat before grabbing the handle of the door before looking at you dead in the eye, words spilling like the venom of a snake.

"I should have fucking pulled out when I had the chance then huh?" He slammed the door right after, fighting with himself to prevent him to come back when he heard you falling and collapsong with cries in your apartment.

Nine months have passed since then, and after all the shit he had been through, this was by far the worst time of his life. He couldn't raise a kid while being a villain, he was already aprehensive on entering on a relationship, yet... you were the only one able to enter his heart and break the barriers he worked so hard to build ever since his childhood.

"Yo check it out! Disgrace!" Spinner's loud voice echoed on the room as he pointed at the Tv. A car accident aparently as some heroes showed their false selfs off to the reporters while some hurt pregnant woman was hurt and...

He jumped from his seat, turquoise eyes widening so much that his staples hurted like a damn bitch. But he couldn't care less to his pain, he couldn't care less at hearing shigaraku and the others asking him where he was running of to.

No, he couldn't care about a fucking thing when his doll was the one injured.

Wearing his disguise while running he almost sey on fire someone blocking his way as bis legs almost created wings from how fast he was running. His heart was on his ears as he manage to follow the ambulance.

Bjsting on the hospital he was easily barried by the security and some nurses.

"Get the fuck out of my way before I burn you pieces of trash to crisp." He said nonchantly but glaring through his glasses as he showed his palm on fire.

At the sudden scare of them he jumped and stormed his way until one ghard holded onto his shoulders.

"Young man you cant go on there. That woman is on a surgery right now. Between life or death situation."

"Bullshit I saw that woman kicking ass far better than All might, let me enter bastard." He was at the verge of shouting as some other securities came to help contaon the villain.

"Listen, family is usely allowed to wait on another room but-"

"For fuck's sake, I AM THAT FATHER'S KID!" He shouted in ager as some flames erupted, scating the poor workers as they let them in at least on the waiting room.

Boucing his knees fervently, he flinched when a doctor came to talk with him with a frown.

"Im sorry sir. We could only save your daughter... but the mother suffered a lot of loss of bloss."

He felt like screaming... vomiting? He didn't know... he had lost you. He cjrsed under his breath shakily before slamming his fist on the wall... his stiches coming out and blood of his being spilled on the wall and the floor as the doctor watched silently.

He couldn't even fucking apologize for being an ass to you...

He felt a comforting hand on his shoulder but he growled and shrugged off anyway. The doctor, not taking it too personally, decided to spoke up.

"I understand your state of mind... but if you wish, your daughter is on a incubator. Safe and sound, you can go see her without a problem, just ask the nurses and they will lead you there." The man spoked before leaving the room, letting Dabi scream all of his wtath and destroy the room in the middle of his outburst and regret.

Crouching down on the ground, he brushed his indigo looks out of his eyes as he let out tears to slip down his eyes, to his scars then drop on his clothing.

Standing shakily up, he made his mind. You wanted to so badly have a kid, his no less... it didn't matter whose he was or what his past was about... you loved him and then he treated you like that?

He looked at the window and the sky outside to see it was about to rain... promissing to you, wherever you were, that he was not going to mess up the last remain of love that you both had.

Following the nurse without a word he almost gagged when he saw the bundle of clothing enevelopong such a small human being that had a tuff of his natural color hair. He didn't had words to deacribe on how beautiful that sign was...

You would have loved amd even cried with that...

"This is your daughter sir! Congrats! Rei is such a cute and healthy baby despite being pre mature."

His head jerked in her direction as he mouthed a what... shocked and frozen at hearing that name.

"Oh! Sorry, but before... she died, she only could say that her name was Rei. She kept saying until she blanked out.."

He looked at the girl and slowly lifted two of his fingers to touch the incubator in a mix of regret and adoration.

The nurse mumbled that she was leaving them for a while just when the baby had opened her eyes to look at him sleepily. He forgot how to breath for a second befofe he saw the baby touch her hand where his fingers where before smilling and giggling for the first time.

He couldn't control the disgusting sob that ripped out of his throat as he watched the girl smile back at him despite how he was wearing. He couldn't believe that she was a perfect mixture of him and you... but judging by the giggles... she took a lot from your personality.

"Hello... Rei."

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lunariumarcs · 4 years ago

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The Mystorium Emporium

//Its been a while but it feels like summer and I want to write something. Light Spinner/Castaspella. A bit NSFW. Too lazy to edit, sorry for any grammar/spelling.

You see her softer side before you can see her darker one, even though she wears a hard edge to mask her face. You see the vulnerability underneath the high apples of her cheeks. You see a bounty of laughter beyond the razor smile. You know a lifetime of mistreatment sits heavily in her chest and takes up more room than she has to breathe.

Perhaps this is why you catch her smoking by the open window. It never closes properly and the rain always leaks through, that is why the stone wall beneath it looks yellowed and deformed. She holds your gaze without challenge and with an air of entitlement. You say nothing of the rolled tobacco between her fingers. Your eyes linger on the burning tip too long before you look again at hers. She shrugs. She owes you.

Your lunch always overlaps with hers by a half hour. You often find her in one of the arm chairs, sitting with the distinct notion that she belongs there. Deeply engraved insecurity disguised as surface level dignity. Today she makes quiet conversation with another sorcerer. She meets your eye and tilts her head, beckoning. The other sorcerer makes his excuses and leaves as you sit down in an adjacent chair.

She always has a cross look on her face. You can tell by the crease between her brows and the slight squint of her eyes. It always softens when she sees you and it always completely erodes when you are alone together. She hands you an envelope. It has been sealed with the sorcerers’ guild’s crest. It’s an invitation, she tells you, to the annual Mystorium Emporium. She is taking you as her plus one. You savour the sound of her deep honey toned voice. It sounds like warmth and danger.

You realize that weekend that she is both very open and heavily guarded. Sometimes you feel as if she offers pieces of herself only to get pieces of you. She tells you things about her childhood that make you simmer. You feel angry for her, angry that the universe had hardened her gentle nature into something spiteful and distrusting. You feel obligated to tell her about your home life - about your parents and their golden boy. Yet you hold your tongue because you are not ready to give her something to add to her arsenal. You focus on her instead and when she asks you about your parents, you say something vague and partially untruthful.

At the end of the first night, you walk together to the hotel. Alcohol stains the hem of her dress and she smells like cigarettes, though you’d not seen her smoke any. Your shoes click in time with each other against the pavement and at some point, she put your hand in hers. You wonder how the two of you look together, as you mindlessly correspond with her in a conversation about the day’s gossip. She is not the tallest witch in the room, but she holds several inches over you. Her power flickers inside of her, dormant. It does not emit a strong aura, like most sorcerers of the guild. You wonder if she takes enhancers for her magic. You glance at her sideways and appraise her for a moment. She smiles at you, softer than any smile she’s worn before and you relax. Like most things, you reason that she hides her aura as a combat strategy.

If she ever turned on you, you know she would overwhelm you the way an ocean storm might devour a fishing boat. You decide that keeping her happy is your best option.

She stands close to you in the elevator, intoxicating. In every way she is below the standard you set for yourself and yet, in every way, she ignites arousal like nobody ever has before. Her fingers gently curl around your elbow as she leads you down the outdated patterned carpet to her room. She opens the door. She looks in your eyes. She asks if you want to come in. Of course, you tell her, I would love to.

She is rough with you but only because you told her you were into it. You tell her not to leave marks in visible places and for the most part, she obliges. She asks you to make more noise, to move a little faster and moan a little louder. Silence spells are against the hotel policy, for the safety of the guests. You are worried about those in the neighbouring rooms. You are worried they will hear. You are worried that they will see you leave in the morning and they will have a face to the voice that disturbed their night with such vulgarity. You tell her as much yet she insists. You do not comply and she gives up asking.

She finishes before you do and you consider faking it, if only to be done with the encounter. The way she moves her fingers changes your mind. She rests on top of you when you finish, her breath gently tickling the inside of your thigh. The both of you tidy up and spend the rest of the night embraced in her bed.

You explore the rest of the Emporium together over the remaining three days. Every night, despite the fire in your belly, you make an excuse to not have to return to her hotel room. She takes the excuse with grace and leaves you with the impression that you have betrayed or deceived her somehow.

On the last day, you share a cab back to the institution. Her hand hangs out of the window the whole ride, a cigarette clutched permanently between her fingers. You stick to your side of the cab and inhale her second hand smoke.

She no longer owes you.

#castaspella #shadow weaver #shera #spop

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