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click! 4 (e.w.)

SYNOPSIS: you need a roommate, and you love eggplant. [college au]

WORD COUNT: 6.7k

WARNINGS: photographer/roommate!ellie, ocs an artist with a rep and black, angst… these hoes toxic, crazy sexual tension, kissing!!! :), fondling, dry humping, fingering!!, some dirty talk uh oh, slight unrequited love, bad communication… like awful, more slut shaming, mentions of awful parents, brief mention of alc and weed

This eucalyptus face mask is not doing what it’s supposed to!

Ultimate calming effect! Relaxation is at your feet and on your face!

… Yeah, right. Why is your blood pressure touching the ceiling, then?

It’s fucking Sunday and it’s dark outside. It’s not even seven yet. You can hear rustling in the living room and you know Ellie’s prepping for today. Your anxiety is through the roof and in the clouds!

Why the fuck did you accept this much responsibility again? What if you look like a fucking idiot and she fires you? Is this even a job if it’s a one-time thing? Your hands are sweating. Is it too late to jump out your window and plummet to your death?

Meow! Meow!

��Good morning, baby girl! Are you hungry?” You hear Ellie coo through the wall and your heart sores. You'd be smiling so wide if this mask wasn’t solid concrete.

You walk into the living room and are blinded by the bright ceiling lights. Your bill is going to skyrocket!

“Hi.”

Ellie, cat in arms, jumps at your voice, spinning to face you. Your skin is on fire as her eyes glaze over your appearance, cheeks tinting and fingers twitching under the thick fur.

“Hey… you look… you look nice,” She mutters back, and you smile.

“Thank you.”

Meow!

Ellie’s brow arches at the baby. “Yeah? You think so, too?”

Meow! Meow!

Ellie sets her down and lets her roam, shoving her hands into her sweats. She takes a step closer. “What’re we gonna name her?”

“Toothle— “

Ellie rolls her eyes, “Oh my god, that’s so fucking basic.”

“Well, excuse me! I’ll shut the fuck up!” You snark playfully, “What were you thinking, Ms. I don’t fuck with animals?”

“I already told yo— “

“AHT, AHT!” You hold a finger up to hush her and she scoffs, “Toothless is one of the best animated characters of our time! Loyal, cute as fuck! Fuck everybody else in that movie! Show the drag—”

“Pickle.”

“What.”

“I’ve been calling her Pickle! Her name is pickle.” Ellie’s smiling at the pattering kitten, and, for some reason, you don’t fight her on it. She looks so happy; Pickle it is.

She’s clicking her tongue at Pickle who rubs against her covered leg. With those gray sweats on, she’s luring two cats over—

“You ready?” Ellie exhales. Your eyes widen, yanked out of your drifting thoughts. You nod gently, jitters kicking in your fingertips.

“Sorry you had to wake up this early. It takes a while for me to edit and all that, but— “

“Ellie, don’t worry! I’m — I’m excited! Just, uh… Just guide me, I guess. You’re the one with the vision.” You’re not sure if the shoot or Ellie is making you nervous. She smells so good, freshly showered and warmth radiating off of her.

“… Guide you?” She smirks.

Suddenly, the air is hot. “Yeah, like… tell me what to do… f-for the shot.” You awkwardly point at the set.

“Giving me permission to use you?” She wisps and your lashes flutter, head bobbing dumbly in approval. The other cat has made her appearance! She’s meowing! Somebody stop her!

“Alright, then… go sit.” Ellie’s head nods towards the black stool in the middle of the backdrop, and you’re moving like a trackstar, plopping down on the stool. Ellie clicks her tongue again and Pickle meows.

“Gonna put her in my room for now. Don’t wanna scare her.” She scoops Pickle up and waddles into the short hallway, giving kit-kat one last kiss before softly shutting her door.

Your catless roomie is in front of you in an instant, fiddling with that big ass umbrella before adjusting her tripod.

“So, explain. What does all this do?”

“Um…” she looks through her camera lense. Right at you, “Different things. Has to do with light control for the most part. Red is your color, by the way.”

You gaze at your fit; You’re going to cry. “Thanks.”

“Mhm.”

Some silence passes before Ellie grumbles, “You’re slouching.”

Your shoulders instantly straighten. Maybe too much, “No, I’m not.”

A blank look from Ellie as she peeks from behind the lense, “Don’t slouch. You’re the star, remember?” She jabs jokingly. You take a deep breath. Another clumsy adjustment trying to find a pose.

Ellie snorts as she watches you struggle, and you pout. “I'm sorry! I don’t know…” You move like a robot and she laughs. Why is she walking closer? Oh, fuck—

“Here.” Her hands grab your shoulders, and you go lax, right in her grasp, allowing her to move you however she wants. Her touch is melting your skin through your sleeves.

“Just… stay there.” Three wide steps, and she’s behind her camera, “Chin down a little.” She mutters. She’s encouraging with every instruction you follow, and you’re relaxing. Your movements are small, but by the series of bright flashes, they must be good enough to capture. You hope. Please, God.

“Stay right there. That’s perfect.”

“That’s it. Yeah, put your leg there.”

“Twist your body a little.”

I like that look, that’s good. Keep doing that.

You don’t know what your eyes are doing, but Ellie's eating it up. She doesn’t know what her words are doing for your confidence. She’s in your ears, in your presence, encouraging everything you’re giving the flashing camera. Your poses get bolder, eyes going softer the more you inspect her.

“Chin down again. Like… look through your lashes…”

Ellie’s so focused on you and it’s making your mouth water. She’s so calm and controlling, but not overbearing. She lets you take the reins and yanks them when she’s got something. The twist of your wrist, the flutter of your lashes, the doting expression on your face. It’s sparking something in her, you can see it from where you sit. She's so attractive when she’s working.

And then she smiles and your heart leaps. Flash.

“You like this.” She notes.

Another flash when you smile, “A little. This is fun.”

“Oh, yeah? I’m getting booked for your grad pics?”

Not if you fail statistics! “Gonna have to ask my dad! He’s picky!”

She hums with a light chuckle. “You look good in these. He’ll like me.”

More flashes, and there’s scratching at Ellie’s door. She sighs like it pains her to continue, “Hold on, baby! Almost done!” She coos at Pickle.

She mutters, “I’m gonna take, like… ten more. The mood’s gonna change a little if that’s cool.”

You stop yourself from slouching. “Sure, uh… what do I do now?”

“Imagine love as a vice. Think about the turmoil that comes with losing that feeling for somebody.”

Your mind instantly whirls to Dina and your heart cracks. What a turn of fucking events!

“Um… is that like… isn’t that like, a lot?”

Ellie’s unfazed, “Emotions are a lot. That’s the point.”

You don’t like this anymore. Vulnerability. Blegh. “… Okay.”

She’s waiting on you, but you’re frozen. You can’t stop thinking about every moment you and Dina spent together. Everything was so… good. It was filled with happiness. You anticipated every day that came because it meant you’d see her.

“Alright?”

You look up at Ellie’s call. You ignore her.

“Am I emoting well?” You snicker sarcastically. You’re aching inside.

She studies you, all over your face, but you’re stunted. You don’t know what to say.

“Yes.” She whispers, and you nod, mind wandering to the darkest parts of your memory. You miss being happy. The camera’s flashing, but you’re unperturbed. How much will you be able to ruin before you die? If your wallowing is jeopardizing the shot, Ellie doesn’t comment on it. You focus on the clock ticks coming from the kitchen.

Ellie’s gentle voice pulls you from underwater after a while, “Okay… I think that’s it.” Your breath is ragged and your fingers won’t stop twitching. You’re up from your seat with a breathy okay, sliding into the kitchen and stealing a water bottle from the fridge. There’s cluttering behind you but you’re desperately downing your drink.

She's closer than you think. Right behind you, actually! You almost choke when her hand softly closes around your bicep.

“Hey, um… You okay?”

You swallow harshly and nod, blinking away tears; She’s so close, “Love fucking sucks.” You joke wetly.

A laugh that caresses your ears escapes her, “Damn. Fuck that shit, then.”

“Finally, someone gets it! Fuck, like…” You set your water down and wipe away heavy droplets with your free arm. Ellie’s eyes travel over your face, lands of green sparkling in her pupils.

“I really appreciate you doing this for me.” She whispers.

“Of course!” Your smile is delicate, “I hope there’s something in there you can use.”

Her head shakes, smile as gentle as rose petals, “I got it, trust me.”

The silence that follows is heavy, your breaths in sync. “Was… Are you okay?” You’ve never seen her eyes this delicate. You nod, eyes dropping to her mouth on instinct. You’re suddenly back in your car, you and Ellie leaning over the center console to get to each other. Her breath is hitting your face again, and you’re itching for her to kiss you.

She’s reading your body language the closer she gets, checking in, memorizing every green light you’re giving her.

“Ellie…” You can’t even hear yourself. Her hand unravels from your arm, frosting your sizzling cheek like snowflakes. Her warmth is engulfing you, and with one last breath, her lips connect with yours. It's short lasting, though. Ellie pulls away, shock plastered on her face.

She's stuttering and slowly backing away… or something like that. You’re not listening, nor do you want an apology. You grab the drawstring dangling from her gray hoodie and yank her closer, mouth pressing against hers.

Ellie’s stiffness melts, weightless against you as your mouths mold together. She's sighing, arm wrapping around your waist, warmth simmering between your closed bodies. Your arms wrap around her neck as she inches forward, small steps until you're pressed against the marble.

The kiss is slow and steady. You both give in to each other, studying, memorizing every inch of her mouth. Gentle smacks sound in the silent space of the kitchen, clammy hands traveling anywhere they can reach: the nape of her neck, massages on your hips, steadying your stumbles as you push against her. Your fingers inch upwards until they're at her sloppily done bun, loosening the hair tie and pulling as gently as you can, soft strands wrapping around your digits like vines.

Ellie’s humming and her hips push against you, so you pull again, smiling gently into the kiss. She pushes again, harder this time, hips languid as they trap you against the counter. Your thighs widen for her, and she takes the lead, hands digging into your thighs and lifting you onto the granite.

The kiss turns desperate swiftly after, Ellie’s tongue pushing past your mouth, her hands slowly pulling your tucked shirt from your pants. You’re biting at her lip, caressing her thighs over her sweats, trapping her between your legs, keeping her close.

One last wet smack and you’re traveling down her jaw to the side of her neck, littering kisses all over her burning skin. You try not to make your inhales too obvious, but you can’t help it. Her scent drives you up a wall.

She follows your lead, trailing sloppy kisses down your neck, sucking the skin, lightly scratching at the skin on your hips. She yanks you closer, nearly sitting you on top of her, ass barely on the counter—

KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK!

You both jolt like you’ve been caught, a thin line of spit connecting your bottom lips.

“Expecting someone?” She mumbles dazedly, and you silently deny. “Are you?”

“Be serious.” She says flatly.

KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK!

The pounds on the door aren’t shit to Ellie, apparently; Her lips are back on you in a second. A gasp surges through you, “Oh, fuck! What if someone saw Pickle and they’re tryna— “

“She’ll be fine,” she whines between suckles on your throat.

You whimper wantonly, but the knocks get aggressive. It has to be Carol! You don’t want Ellie to stop, but you push her.

“E—Ellie— “

She releases you with an annoyed huff, giving you enough room to hop off the counter. Scratches and meows alert you once more, and you run to the front door, whisper-yelling to Ellie, “Hide Pickle! Hide her!”

“Okay, okay, damn,” She sighs in annoyance, heading back down the hallway. You can hear Ellie’s soft shushes to the kitty, meows swiftly replaced with purrs. You think Pickle has chosen her favorite parent.

You yank the door open and your heart plummets.

“Hey, uh… hi.” Abby’s voice cracks and her nose is glowing red. Your heart pulls in your chest at the sight of her soft eyes.

“Hi, Abby,” You say softly. She shyly peers at her feet. “How are you?”

A soft smile spreads across her face, “I’m not here to talk about me, I wanna apologize. I, um… I wanted to call but I thought I’d do it in person.”

“No need. I’m sorry, to— “

But Abby isn’t having it, dropping onto one knee in the middle of the complex hallway, taking your hand in hers, “Oh, how I treated Thee, for I am full of regret. What do I owe Thou the pleasure of forgiveness?”

You holler laughter, “Bitch, is that a question? What the fuck do I say to that.”

“… I actually don’t know, what the fuck— “

“You’re actually the fucking worst, get up,” You’re pulling your friend to her feet and wrapping your arms around her neck, pressing light kisses to her cheek. She lifts you and carries you inside, kicking the door shut.

“Was it Carol?”

You barely hear your roommate from behind you. Abby sets you down, and you’re met with a… blank Ellie. This version of her is almost unfamiliar.

“Hm?”

“Was,” Her eyes flicker towards your friend, “Was it Carol?” Your eyes flicker to Abby, confused as ever.

“Um, no, thank God, right?” You laugh awkwardly, “Ellie, this is Abby. Abby, this is Ellie, my new roomie.”

Abby slaps on her signature smile, extending her hand in greeting, “Nice to meet you. I heard a lot.”

Ellie’s eyes flicker between Abby’s hand and her face, eyes squinted. She only nods before murmuring to you, “Pickle’s fed. Lock the door if you leave.”

Your mouth drops, but before you can say anything, Ellie’s door slams shut, lock clicking, barricading herself, shut off from the outside. Pickle scurries into your open space at the noise. A stunned Abby finally drops her hand and turns to you with an expression reading I told you so. Your heart jolts and it’s painful.

“C’mon,” Abby coos, hands massaging your shoulders, “I owe you pancakes.”

You try to smile, but it doesn’t reach your eyes. Not like it should at the mention of a free meal. For some reason, you feel guilty.

IHOP needs to have their holiday menus all year round; These cinnamon roll pancakes are fucking lethal! You shoved your platter down and already want seconds. Abby’s too sweet to you.

“Abby.”

“Hm?” She gnaws at her turkey bacon.

“I’m in a predicament.”

“What’s the matter.”

“I think I like Ellie.”

Your friend pauses before sighing, “Alright. So, what’s the plan?”

“To die, I think. That’s the only plan.”

“Don’t say that,” she chuckles. You shrug.

“We made out and I liked it,” You whisper, “Like, a lot.”

“Did y’all smash?” You shake your head.

“Are you gonna tell her?”

You scoff, “Did you miss the part where I said to die? I’d rather die. She hates my fucking guts all over again.”

“I don’t think she does.”

“You don’t know her, Abby— “

“I know a jealous munch when I see one,” She smirks, “I was one for a long time.”

Your jaw drops, “Really? With who?”

She grins, but it doesn’t meet her eyes, “Don’t worry about it.”

You pout. Why didn’t she tell you?! Poor thing. You place a comforting hand on top of hers.

“Promise to tell me before graduation. I need some shit to look forward to.”

“Like you’re gonna remember.”

“Fuck off! I never forget anything!”

“Yeah, anyway, your roomie was jealous— “

Your shoulders drop and your eyes roll. Ellie and jealousy? Together? Bullshit. Tomfoolery. Fake news.

“Abby, I can't tell her— “

“Can’t or won’t?” Abby arches a brow, “You know what you do and don’t want. You’re creating stupid rules that combat your feelings and wonder why you end up hurt. Cut it out.”

… Either face your fears of abandonment or die alone. Interesting ultimatum. You choose the latter.

“You’re very easy to read, believe it or not. You like her. Accept it or move on,” Abby mumbles around her extra-crispy hash brown.

You sigh. You’ve accepted it a long time ago; That's the issue. The only thing that can help you right now is more fucking cinnamon roll pancakes. Abby better leave this apology tab open.

You’re hit with the usual warmth of the apartment the second you step in, finding Ellie on the couch with her feet kicked up, mindlessly fiddling with your favorite pen. Her silence makes your skin crawl; You never know what she’s thinking.

“So, what,” You shrug, setting your to-go bag on the counter, “Are you just gonna pout or are we gonna have an adult conversation?”

“I don’t think you’re capable of that,” She mumbles.

“What does that mean?”

“It means what it sounds like. You’re fucking immature and inconsiderate.”

Your heart nearly stops, “I’m— “

She slices through your words, “Save that I don’t know what you mean bullshit for someone else. If you and that bitch are still fucking, why the fuck did you kiss me?”

Her accusation makes you snap, “First of all, I haven’t fucked Abby in weeks! And even if I did, that’s none of your fucking business! I can do whatever the fuck I want and I don’t need to explain myself to you! And you kissed me first so don’t start!”

A grin grows on Ellie face, head tipping back onto the couch as she laughs to herself, sighing in disbelief, “I never thought I would regret a kiss so much in my fucking life, oh my god.”

You scoff, ignoring the sudden ache in your chest, “Fuck you.”

“You want to.”

You hate how heat builds in your stomach, “I want to?” You snark, “You shoved your tongue in my mouth a few hours ago. You want to. Don’t fucking piss me off.”

You stomp to your room before Ellie can say anything above her laughter. Your door slams and you pace across your small room. You ignore the stress building deep in your joints; The term is almost over. You don’t need this fucking bullshit on your back right now!

To think you and Ellie were starting to get on good terms. If she wants to play that game, then fine; You’ve mastered the sport at this point! The kiss meant nothing to you either!

You hope her Christmas is fucking awful and she finds nothing but a pile of fucking rocks in her marijuana sock. What a cunt—

Meow! Meow!

Your heart pulls at the small scratches at your door. You need your baby to give you some love since a certain someone won’t. Pickle calls out until you open the door, but your sad smile disappears at the sight of that someone propped against your door frame.

“She wanted her mommy.” Ellie nods down at the kitten rubbing against your leg.

“Fuck you.” You spit.

“Fuck you.”

“Fuck you!” You shout and lean closer, but she doesn’t seem threatened. That same sparkle in her eye is back, and, suddenly, your body’s flaming for another reason. The tip of her nose twitches, once, twice, three times, and you refuse to hold back any longer.

You grab her face and kiss her. Kiss her as hard as you can. She’s so fucking aggravating; Why can’t she ever mind her fucking business? You’re sick of her clocking your pussy! The kiss is hot and quick and it sends vibrations down to your toes. It’s not until gentle purring fills your ears that you gasp and separate from your roommate.

You bend down to pick up your little princess. Ellie’s lips reconnect with your neck the second you're upright. “Did she eat?” You mutter.

“Mhm. Twice.” You nod and kiss her small, furry head, “She’s gonna be scratching at the door.” You ponder to yourself.

“We’ll make it quick,” She mumbles in between harsh sucks to your throat, nibbles at your lobe. You escape the attention for a split second to grab Pickle’s small toy mouse from your dresser, tossing it down the hall and into the living room. Her small paws skip across the floor as she slides the trinket all over the hardwood.

“We’re not fucking.” You say harsher than necessary.

“I didn’t ask.”

You gently shut the door and jump Ellie’s bones, releasing all your pent-up frustration and anger into another kiss. The formerly gentle tugs of her hair are replaced with harsh yanks that expose her throat. Seconds pass and she’s pushing you onto your unmade bed, body bouncing before she climbs on top of you, reconnecting your mouths in the sloppiest kiss you’ve ever shared… It’s doing something to your cooter, though. You’re wet as fuck.

Ellie’s fully onto top of you, body almost overheating from the layers of clothes between you. Her hips are sharp when they push into yours, swallowing all your stunned gasps and pleasured sighs. Your body is on fire and it’s making you lightheaded, but she feels so good on top.

Ellie’s cursing against your mouth and she bucks into you, right against the muscle of your thigh, and you just watch the flames spread in her orbs. Not the comforting greenery that you could get lost in for days. The trees are black and surrounded by clustered rubble. She’s grunting against your cheek, her nose hitting yours with every thrust.

A bold hand creeps between both your bodies and slips right into her wrinkly sweats, beneath her underwear, fingers drenched in seconds. You smirk when she whimpers your name between swears, palming the bud that throbs like a beating heart. Blush tints her cheeks the wetter she gets, pooling in your hand as you grind into her clit.

Ellie’s cute. You’ll give her that. So, you rub her harder.

“Agh, fuck, fuck— “

You're snickering to yourself but Ellie doesn’t care. She’s whining like a little bitch and humping you like a dog…

Does she top? You should ask her after this. Post-nut gay quiz.

“Finger me, put your— oh shit— “

“Hmm…” You suck your teeth, “Nah.”

She glares down at you, leaving fiery holes in your cheek, “Don’t f—fucking piss me off right now.”

You halt all your movements. “That’s all you’ve been doing since you got in this bitch. Shut the fuck up and take what I give you…” You pause, “Or get the fuck off me. Your choice.”

A full one-eighty, truly. How she goes from looking at you with intent to kill to a wounded puppy in seconds. Poor thing wants a treat. Your entire hand is drenched in her juices; She can wait a little longer.

“You ate my fucking Doritos.”

“W—What?” She sounds like she’s going to cry. You can’t stop smiling.

Slow circles on her clit, and her body wracks on top of you, “The ones I hid in the cabinet… Nasty little thief. Gonna buy me some more?”

Her breathing is so rapid, “You’re so s—stupid fuck— “

“You’re gonna do more than that… gonna show me what’s in that fucking portfolio like you promised.” You whisper, hot against her face.

This is the strangest dirty talk you’ve ever partaken in, but Ellie’s losing it on top of you. She hasn’t shut up yet. She’s hiding her face in your neck, words vibrating against your skin. You don’t know what she said, so you stop again. She sobs.

You sound sweeter than candy, “What was that?”

Ellie doesn’t answer. Just pants into your skin. You pat her clit a few times and she jerks to attention. “I asked you a question.”

“Feels,” She heaves, “Feels so fucking good— “

“I didn’t ask you that.”

“I’ll show you — fuck, okay? Okay, okay, m’so close— “

Your thumb brushes against her clit, “I wanna see it after you nut.”

She gasps words miles per minute, “I promise, Ipromise, touch me keep touching me— “

Ellie attempts to grind into your hand once more, but you stretch, slippery fingers sliding lower until the tip of your index catches onto her pulsing hole. You can barely hear, but she’s begging. Thank God you trimmed your nails.

You push in gently, Ellie’s teeth grazing the skin right underneath your ear. A shiver runs down your spine. She grins before biting down on it. You moan into the boiling air. Your finger gets swallowed by her walls; She’s so fucking tight and soft and she’s clenching with every moan, your thighs squeezing around her hips.

Ellie continues to grind on top of you, practically riding your finger, her moans increasing in volume.

“E-Ellie, look at me, sit up—“ She doesn’t hesitate, clammy forehead resting on yours as you stare into her glossy, lustful eyes. They’re fluttering with every deep grind of your arched digit and your heart skips a beat.

“Gimme one more, stretch me out,” she exhales onto your lips

“Sure?” You breathe.

She groans, “Yeah, fuck, m’gonna cum when you do— “

“You gotta cute face,” you whisper and giggle when her eyes squeeze shut in embarrassment, middle finger popping past the small entrance

“Fuck, babe, s’right there— “

Your walls clench at the name. Now you’re whining, “Gimme it. Hurry up so I can play with my kid.”

“O-Our fucking kid—“ She chokes.

You hum playfully, “Oddly domestic. Is this what marriage is like? Quickies in the laundry room when the baby’s watching Cocomelon?”

“No — fuck, do you ever shut the fuck up?” You can’t even move from hard her walls are choking you, “M’cumming, Jesus fucking— son of a— “

Ellie’s walls grip your fingers as she trembles on top of you, lips crashing onto yours as she groans in your mouth, and you smile. You should’ve spit on her tongue, but you held back. She’s not ready. Fucking gremlin.

Her orgasm rocks her into exhaustion, her body going completely limp on top of you as her hips twitch into your touch. You stare up at the ceiling, mind racing.

You technically didn’t fuck! Your pussy is quite convincing. You didn’t, but you want to!

“We didn’t fuck.” You mumble.

She huffs dryly, voice low. Here comes the goosebumps! “Sure.”

“We didn’t,” you bemoan and pull out, slick smearing on both your clothes before you present the wet digits in front of your face. Ellie finally lifts her head to join the inspection of your drenched, wrinkly fingers. She smells good.

“Go wash your hands,” she croaks.

“Mind your business.” You suck them clean and she snorts, rolling off and onto the bed. You sit up to open the door for Pick-Pick, but Ellie grabs your bicep.

“What?”

“You… You don’t want to…?”

You look around blankly.

“Do you want me to do something… like an exchange?”

You’re not sure how to answer, but thankfully, curious meows and light scratching distract the both of you. You’re moving like a robot into the living room, Ellie right on your tail, cooing at the baby who rubs all over her.

You take a seat on the… lavender-scented cushion. She bought a new freshener.

“Ellie.”

“What.”

“I don’t like you.”

A scoff from her, “I don’t care.”

You pause. “… Wanna sniff my punani?” You mock.

She takes a seat, swiftly followed by Pickle, and turns her head in your direction, lip between her teeth, “Can I?”

“What.”

“Just a whiff.” She hums between snickers. The sensors in your brain are on fire. Ellie is so confusing.

You scratch your ear, stealing her habit, “You… You want to?”

She grabs your discarded pen from the coffee table, “You want me to?”

Yes. “No.”

Ellie nods and continues to fiddle with it, obnoxiously clicking it over and over. She doesn’t fight you on it. How embarrassing. You really need head.

Your eyes meet your sock-covered feet, “… I was just kidding,” You mumble.

More pen clicking. “Come here for a second.” Your feet carry you at her grumble, plopping down onto the lavender-scented cushion. New freshener.

“Is this gonna be… a regular thing?”

Your head shakes a ton. It most definitely will not. You can’t take your eyes off how Ellie flips her pen. Her hands are bewitching. You need them in your throat again.

“I think we… just needed to get it out of our system?” You suggest. Unfortunately, it seems neither of you are convinced.

Pickle climbs up your sweatshirt, head rubbing against your chin. You peck her nose, “Why do you think that.” Ellie asks.

“I’m not fucking someone I live with.” Your words are blunt, but Ellie doesn’t seem shaken by them.

“Why.”

“Because.” You say with finality.

She sighs, “Because you’re scared of getting your feelings hurt by someone you care about again?”

The bomb she drops is unexpected, but causes even more damage. Your shoulders immediately tense, on guard, “What the fuck…” How did she…

Ellie winces, “Don’t uh… don’t be mad…”

“Why the fuck— how do you even know that?”

“Dina told me.” She blurts and you jump from your seat, glowering at the girl who sheepishly taps her fingers on the couch.

“The fuck do you mean Dina told you— “

More word-vomit. How long was she holding this shit from you? “S-She was my roommate. She’s the reason I got evicted— “

Your throat is closing, “…Is this a fucking joke?”

Ellie cowers at your tone, “Not really.”

“When the fuck were you going to tell me that you’re friends with my fucking ex?!”

“We’re not friends!” She says meekly. “And you weren’t official— “

“It doesn’t fucking matter, Ellie! What the fuck!” Your efforts of holding tears back fail, as usual. You’re sick of crying in front of this broad. “She fu—fucking ruined my life!” The stares you get will never fail to make you sick.

Ellie’s eyes remind you of glass. Breakable. You holler through sniffles, “Is that why you called me a fucking slut! Because that bitch told you some fake ass, fucked-up story about me whoring around campus?!”

“Dude, I’m— “

“I fucked over the sweetest fucking girl on campus, right? The world’s best fucking pitcher got her heart broken by some low-life fucking artist with no future!” You rant until your breath is short, “I was fucking in love with her! I-I wanted to be with her, I would’ve died for her! I’m— “

Your hands desperately grasp at your chest to get your heart to ease the knocking against your ribcage.

“You think I-I’m fucking easy, right? That’s why you came onto me earlier? ‘Cuz I’m a fucking whore?! A desperate sl—slut with no self-worth— “

The space you found comfort in is rapidly filling with darkness; You’re being sucked into a void of nothing and you can’t think. Ellie doesn’t move, just stares over you with feeble pupils, hand clutched around that pen, the end of it leaving an indent in her sweats.

Pickle plops down onto your feet as you cry. You take her into your arms and hold her as close as possible, scurrying into your room. You fall back against the door and it slams, sliding down the wood as Kit-Kat nuzzles your chin. She’s the sweetest fucking thing in the world. How could such an angel be left in the snow to die?

Time moves in a blur as you weep. Your mom would’ve held you if she were here.

What you would give for some parental guidance. You almost called your father.

Almost.

Click, click, click, click, click—

One, two, three, four. Breathe in, Breathe out. Five, six—

Thank God for your fucking custom pen. The noise is enough to distract her from breaking down in your tiny living room. She should’ve snagged Pickle before you did; She needs a fucking hug.

Ellie hates being yelled at. More than anything. More than you. God, she fucking despises you.

You look and sound nothing like her mother, but you’re oddly alike. She pondered whether or not that was the reason she was drawn to you; She always finds herself trapped in spaces with fucking deflectors.

She hasn’t even begun editing the photos from earlier. At this point, she doesn’t even want to use them. It’s a shame your eyes are so expressive; She would’ve burned the pictures she took of you the second you left with that bitch if she wasn’t so crunched for time. She needs to submit them so she can get the fuck out of here.

You’d be an excellent actress; You have emotions down pact on camera. The dark part of her brain convinced her that you were thinking of her with that doting, yearnful look in your eye.

The photography company keeps sending her emails about completing her work profile and her fucking portfolio submission. That’s the only form of motivation she has left, and even then, she hasn’t revisited those photos. She doesn’t have much time to make them perfect.

Ellie swallows the lump in her throat over and over, thumb pressing down, down, down. She can’t stop clicking your fucking pen. Just don’t cry.

Your sobs almost get her there, almost push her over the edge, but she shuts her eyes and counts each click, matching them with every heave she releases. You, somehow, sound just like her fucking mom.

And Ellie, despite the backwards relationship between the two of you, still fucking kissed you. She should’ve died right there in front of you. What a fucking joke.

But she couldn’t stop. She didn’t want to. She’s never experienced affection like that; It was passionate and made her itch with a desire she hasn’t felt in a long time. All she wants is for someone to love her, hold her like you did, touch her like you did. She’s never felt that euphoric in her life, never witnessed so many bright colors at once.

Whoever told her being alone was easy was a fucking liar. No one should wake up and want to die every day, so why does she? Everyone thinks she prefers silence, but she doesn’t. Ellie craves contact in all forms. In any form. Desperately.

Why did it have to be you? Why the fuck did it have to be you.

Her brain is telling her she can’t wait to move out, so why is her heart amidst decay whenever she thinks about it? She’s going to suffocate in here, so she rises, pen still in hand, and snags her puffer and beanie from the couch. Her feet shove into her boots and she’s out, the front door slamming shut. She didn’t even bother to lock it.

Ellie takes the stairs and leaves the building on autopilot, no destination in mind. Just stomping through the splintering cold like a fucking yeti. Every breath oxidizes in a cloud before her as she recalls where she fumbled with you.

Dina.

Ellie’s cold hands frost her face as she wipes it, making sharp turns and stumbling on ice. She wants to go home; She misses her dad.

Dina seems to be the only thing you two have in common. You both might hate her more than each other. The horror she felt when her ex-roommate taped that eviction notice on her door is incomparable. Ellie was a struggling entrepreneur and practically fucking homeless overnight. All because Dina’s new fucking side piece.

Ellie and Dina, friends. Wait until she tells you about how she almost beat her and her girlfriend’s ass. If you’re even willing to listen at this point.

Ellie continues to walk, hands tucked under her armpits. At least she’s not simmering anymore in her rage anymore. She blocks down the way when she realizes she forgot her fucking phone. This would’ve been a perfect time to cry to her old man.

You’re not out of Ellie’s system at all. You’ve, unfortunately, claimed residency inside of her.

You’re scribbling with spilled wine on your shirt, outside noise muffled by the plugs in your ears. You don't recall leaving your room, grabbing a bottle and downing its contents, but the remnants of broken glass acts as a decent reminder.

Your hand is cramping from its grip on a new pen, but you can’t stop gliding the tip across the sixth sheet of printer paper. You hate what you’re drawing; The details are perfect, inked scratches practically muscle memory, and you despise it. It’s always her.

You’re going to be alone for a very long time. You’re too destructive for companionship, you’ve learned. How ironic: the one aspect of life you crave is becoming your demise, and your downfall is going to be tortuous. Recovery is never long lasting for you.

So, you sketch. And scratch. And erase, start again, hoping, praying, for an outcome that doesn’t feel so lost. You’re destroyed and desperate to find comfort. Was your father right when he called you sick at age twelve? Maybe something is truly wrong with you. Maybe one of the reasons why you constantly push and mask and hide.

Every insecurity you’ve garnered in high school is flourishing in adulthood, thick as vines and as strong as tree bark. Deflection is an art that you’ve mastered out of preservation; Too bad it’s trapped you in isolation.

The green in Ellie’s eyes holds stories. Somehow, this month feels like centuries. Centuries of studying the mass area of blossoming, healthy land beneath her pupils. Her eyes are sacred, almost too sacred to manipulate, but you draw them anyway.

You want to touch her again. You want her to touch you. Just one last time. You’re already a fucking failure; One last mistake wouldn’t hurt.

A teardrop musses the paper, so you scrap it like the others and start again. Ellie’s eyes are too pretty to be smudged.

You can’t stay here anymore. You hope Amaya understands. You hope Ellie understands.

You’d give anything to be able to call your mother.

You hear the front door open and close for the hundredth time tonight, followed by swift clicks of a pen. Guilt floods your system. You peer at a sleeping Pickle on your mattress before standing, opening your door to see Ellie entering hers. Your intoxicated brain notes the sex lighting in her room; Red LED. You talk before thinking.

“I didn’t mean to yell at you.” She jumps and turns at your cracked voice, eyes red. She smoked; you can smell it. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to— “

“I’m submitting my portfolio in the morning. I’ll be out by Christmas.” She says, monotone. Lifeless.

A dry huff escapes your closed throat. Your heart is breaking. Just a little, “I guess, uh… I can’t see it anymore, huh?” She doesn’t answer.

“Do you regret taking those pictures?” She mumbles.

You don't hesitate, “Not at all.”

She nods. The silence that follows is thick, weighing at both of your shoulders, holding you in place. Ellie’s breathing is finally steady, and it’s calming.

“Go to bed.” She whispers before entering her room, gently shutting it behind her. Some tears fall before you follow her lead.

Pickle is sitting on the edge of your bed, just watching you. You smile sadly and whisper, “At least you love me, right?”

A gentle blink from her. You sob; Another pair of green eyes to bring you comfort.

“I love you, too.”

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delcakoo · 2 years ago

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i’ve just been spamming you but hear me out😭😭 the knife picture got me thinking.. ni-ki but assassin AU that’s it that’s the plot🫡🫡

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cherri ur brain!!! sorry this is bad but i wanted to do smthn for u T-T slight gore warning

11:57PM — being an assasin constantly had its ups and downs, but perhaps the most annoying factor is how competitive the underground industry really is. to be specific, your strikingly handsome yet sly nemesis that went by nishimura riki, who’s challenged you on more jobs than you could count.

oh, how he pissed you off. the amount of times he’s stolen your missions and claimed bounties for himself was astronomical — though, it wasn’t like you haven’t done the same to him on numerous ocassions, including now.

either way, it was no excuse for him to be treating you like this when people could be coming to investigate any minute.

both wrists held tightly into his larger grip, niki pushes you against the luxurious wall of the park family’s mansion, hands restrained strictly above your head. both of you breathe heavily, and you try to ignore the crimson blood staining and dripping cruelly against the assasin’s once soft face (though at this point in your career, it wasn’t the most unusual sight).

his slicked back hair — once prepared neatly for the wealthy family’s party — has started falling out of place and onto his forehead, enhancing the messed up look following the harsh glare he sends your way. “what the fuck is wrong with you.” tone as sharp as the knife he places against your throat, the taller male pins you further all while you do your best to struggle away.

“i knew you were gonna find a way to mess everything up as soon as i saw you prancing around the ballroom, pretending like you weren’t busy plotting a murder in that pretty head of yours,” he spits. “this was my mission.”

“uhuh, you say that as if you weren’t planning the exact same thing, jackass.” attempting to elbow his arm away, you both seem to forget that only a feet away lies the narcissistic rich kid that is park sunghoon, blood drooling messily against his neatly slit throat while you both wrestle in each other’s grips. “always so unprofessional, do you wanna get us both caught you fucking lunatic?”

that seems to give niki a reality check. he glances over at the lifeless body pressed against the wall, biting his plump lip before reluctantly releasing you to conceal his dagger once more.

just at that moment, knocking echoes from the bedroom door nearby along with the panicked voice of a male servant. “mr. park? this young woman has been mourning for you, may you please come assist her soon? she says it is urgent!”

you and niki share a burning stare of understanding. the motive for the case; put an end to the heartbreaking son of the park family. “how many girls do you think he’s messed with?” you murmur.

niki’s movements are clearly trained as his feet silently pace over to the bedroom window. “nearly as many jobs we’ve taken combined, i’d say.”

it was weird having such a conversation with your enemy that didn’t invole threats or piercing glares in between. you despised how in the end, niki did this for.. partially good reason just like you. growing up in a community like this, it wouldn’t exactly be simple to go try and live a normal life now anyway.

following his trail, you pull your mask back on with a pondering sigh. “we could make a good team, don’t you think?”

he freezes, one booted foot up on the windowsill. “what? you got a crush on me now or something?“

you roll your eyes. “in your dreams, it was just a suggestion, doofus.” impulsively, you shove the fellow assasin out of the way, using the grip of your gloved hand to take his spot on top of the open window.

he watches as you calmly jump off the ledge, gripping onto the mansion’s roof in preparation to flee. “if you change your mind, let me know next time. i wouldn’t mind splitting pay with a pretty boy i guess.” another blank exchange of looks, and you’re off into the night sky, leaving a now flustered boy alone in the nearly pitch black mansion.

niki wasn’t too sure if he should be more interested in your offer because of the money, or the fact that he’d be spending time killing people with his crush.

assasin niki who pretends to hate u but is secretly infatuated by ur coolness >>> 😞

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lxciferuss · 15 days ago

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The Last Night

Summary: Learning about grief on the roof of the headquarters with a stranger was the last thing Levi expected to be on his yearly bingo card.

Warnings: Soldier!Levi x Fem!Soldier!Reader. Set after ACWNR. Angst. Smoking (don't fuck up your lungs, please), swearing, mentions of death. SFW!

No Regrets hurts me 'til this day, I just wanna hug soldier! Levi so bad. Ididn'tentirelylikethisbutohwell.

The smell of tobacco reached your nostrils everytime you pushed the smoke out past your lips, leaving a warm, tingly feeling dancing in your tongue. The chilling night engulfed your figure with its dark wrap, moonlight highlighting your skin.

Your feet dangled off the edge, heels of your boots lightly kicking against the wall under.

It was a lonely place, really. Barely anyone bothered to check up on the horse's cellar, as it was all full of hay and stinky horse-shit stains. It was the best hiding spot you found on your first year as a scout, and a great option to get away with smoking.

You were lost in tought while looking at the stars above you, recognizing a few constellations one of your roommates had told you about, when the sound of the door flying open made you jump in place, startled.

Your heart dropped to the pit of your stomach for a second, thinking that you had been caught by one of your superiors, or even a soldier who would've definetly snitched on you.

Instead, all you heard was a male scream, followed by constant kicks against the rotten—intended to be used for a fireplace, but ruined by rain—wooden planks laying forgotten on the floor.

He hadn't noticed you staring, full-on focusing on getting his foot impaled. Or so it looked like. He grunted with every hit, teeth gritting with anger.

"You'll break them into dust in no time." You laughed, sarcastic, lit cigarette staying between your index and middle finger. You weren't looking his way when he turned to the sound of your voice, body stiffening more than ever.

His chest moved with every rapid breath he took, struggling to get the air into his lungs. His frown deepened at both the fact you were making fun of him and daring to smoke on the job.

"You're one of the newbies, right?" Your eyes finally locked with his, filled with curiosity. "Erwin brought you here a few days ago, didn't he?" You took another long drag of smoke, enjoying the flavor on your taste buds for a good minute before parting your lips to let it vanish in the air.

He blinked once, twice. Lips curling with uneasiness. He closed one hand into a fist he tightened a few times, deciding on what to do.

"I heard what happened on your first mission. A shame, really." Your words came out muffled by the rolled piece of paper in your mouth, hands busy brushing back the strands of hair hitting your face.

He didn't talk, gulping once you raised an eyebrow at him. He hadn't talked to any other soldier since he first joined, spending every break alone. The only people who he got along with had died miserably in a place they didn't wish to be put in.

It sounded familiar to you.

"You can stay here if that's what you need, just don't throw shit my way. Don't worry about getting caught, nobody ever really comes up here." You shrugged your shoulders, turning back to admire the view you had grown so used to.

There were a few lights seeping out from bedroom and office windows. The biggest, and brighter one, belonging to the Commander's office. It seemed to rarely go out, as Erwin went by the whole night filling paperwork.

You heard light, shuffling sounds to your right, where the man had sat down in a pose similar to yours. One of his legs dangled down the roof, the other propped up for his forearm to rest against his knee.

He had a pretty side profile. His features where sharp, high cheekbones reflecting the moonlight. He had a nicely defined jawline and an undercut that suited his straight, raven hair.

The frown was pretty much permanent on his face, going all the way down to his lips. His smoky eyes didn't have the natural glow everybody else's did.

"Has your family ever died on a mission?" His voice was deeper than you thought, making your head snap towards him.

"Excuse me?" Family. Nobody was dumb enough to get themselves involved in the outside world, let alone people who had a somewhat decent job near Wall Rose.

He gulped again, still refusing to turn and look at you. The side of one of his hands pressed against the cobble under you, avoiding to touch the ground entirely.

"Have you ever lost...family, friends, while being here? He asked again, in a lower volume. He let out a shaky breath, looking up towards the moon.

"We all have. We all will." The last bit of ash fell on your pants, staining them grey, as your cigarette consumed itself away. You pressed the bud to the ground, making it blink dead.

"You can't really expect somebody to survive. Every night prior to a mission is full of silent goodbyes. Just in case."

"How did you deal with it?"

You took the pack of cigarettes out from the inside of your leather jacket, opening it up and offering one to him. His eyes shifted to the box, trailing up to yours.

He reluctantly took one, rolling it in between his long fingers.

You placed a new rolled paper on your mouth, enjoying the excuse to smoke another one. You lit up one of the many matches you always had on yourself, holding it close to your mouth and later moving it closer to him. He leaned in, waiting for the tail of his cigarette to catch in fire and start burning the leaves inside.

You shook your hand to turn off the match before the warmth reached your fingerpads.

"I didn't. I got used to living with the grief."

His movements stopped, lips parted, about to inhale the smoke. His eyes widened before breaking eye contact.

"There's not much you can do anyway, right?" You laughed, dry. "I mean- whether we cry ourselves to sleep or not, they aren't gonna come back." You cleared your throat after speaking, feeling the warm smoke reach the back of your tongue and drying your mouth.

'They were also able to leave this shitty world behind before it all got worse than we could ever imagine', you tought .

"What do you do then?"

"Remember them." Your answer was almost immediate. "I believe that forgetting someone is the only way they can truly die. Until then, they are alive in us and our memories."

It was weird opening up so much to somebody you had never spoken to before, but you weren't hating it. The both of you were in clear need of help.

He didn't say anything after that, calmly finishing his cigarette as midnight dawned upon you both. He got up an dusted his clothes off, standing a bit closer to you.

You were so lost in thought counting the stars, that you only heard him halfway through telling you something.

"Hm?" You looked up at him, blinking your eyes a few times.

"Levi. The name's Levi." He repeated.

Right. He had said it the morning Erwin introduced the trio to the corps.

"Y/N." You replied with a small side-smile before he left through the door he had kicked open just hours back, telling you to not get caught.

You didn't expect him to be there the week after. Nor three nights after that. And you never thought he'd beat you to the roof one time, sitting next to two porcelain cups steaming with tea.

"What's that for?" You chuckled, making him turn around to face you.

"Sit your ass down and drink it. You're gonna leave that nasty habit of yours and relax your body with something else." He reached for one of the cups, comfortably holding it by the rim. He nodded his head towards the other one, signaling you to take it.

And so you did. You sat criss-crossed besides him, a further back from the edge of the roof.

You rolled your eyes and huffed with a smile when he immediately snatched the pack of cigarettes as soon as you took it out. He placed them on the other side of his body, where you weren't gonna be able to reach them.

You hummed after sipping on the tea. It was black leaves mixed with a faint taste of honey and berries. It didn't taste bad at all, it was even more enjoyable than tobacco.

"Can I still do it when I'm too stressed tho?" You asked him, your voice resonating on the porcelain close to your lips.

"As long as you give me one." He shrugged.

Levi never told you how he actually preferred the cigarettes from outside rather than the ones from the underground, as they were always too dry and sometimes even racid.

He never spoke about how night was the favorite part of his day; not because he could look at the moon, but because he got to talk to you with no one else around. (And it absolutely wasn't because of how damn pretty he thought you looked under the moonlight).

And he would absolutely never tell you how you were the only person he could stand in the entirety of corps, just because 'that is not like him' .

He also never told you about how he was able to cope a little better with not only his friends, but his mother's death, after talking to you; and that was the last night he ever felt lonely.

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snaillamp · 11 months ago

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Sunset

CW: contains major character death

“Uh, Villain, I mean no disrespect when I say this, but this building is a waste of money. I do not recommend purchasing it. You’re flushing money down the toilet here.”

Villain clenched their fists, whirling around to look at their assistant. “It’s not about money. This building. It’s more than that! I’m purchasing it now. I won’t let them knock it down!”

The assistant frowned at Villain’s sudden emotional outburst, taking a step back and glancing around the roof they were standing on. The apartment complex was old, a small 6 storey thing with a dirty, crumbling exterior. But when Villain had learned of it’s impending demise, they insisted on purchasing it.

“May I ask something personal, Villain?” The assistant asked cautiously. Villain huffed in annoyance, nodding. “What?”

The assistant sighed, glancing around at the roof. “Why do you want to buy this… derelict building, Villain? There are plenty of good apartments that are in need of renovations, what makes this one so special?”

Villain gazed out at the slowly setting sun, breathing in a soft breeze and smiling. “Let me tell you a story…”

Villain spotted Hero making their way towards them, ready to thwart their plans. Villain quickly took off, running though the streets and scaling a fire escape, Hero hot on their heels. Finally they reached the roof, where Villain chuckled evilly, turning to face their nemesis and sliding into a fighting stance. Hero rolled their eyes, assuming their own and waiting for Villain to attack.

That was weird, Hero always jumped to make the first move. Villain threw a punch, then another, then kicked, easily making contact with Hero, who half heartedly fought back. Stopping suddenly, Villain panted, frowning. “Come on, Hero. Put your back into it, it’s no fun if you don’t try.” Hero scoffed, walking away from the fight, shaking their head. “Hey come on, what’s up?“ Villain asked, following them as they sat on the edge of the small, 6 storey building they were on.

Hero sighed, glancing away. “It’s nothing, Villain, and anyway, why the hell would I tell you? You’re my enemy. We hate each other.” Villain pulled a face. “I mean… sure, I’m not exactly your biggest fan, but I don’t hate you. I like our fights, our banter, everything. It’s all part of the fun that is our job.” They punched Hero’s arm playfully, only for their nemesis to glare at them and shuffle along the wall. ‘Yeah, okay somethings up…’ Villain thought, their face softening. “Hero… I know I’m the last person you wanna tell anything, but… Are you okay? You look… off.” Hero looked up at Villain, sighing. “No, Villain. I’m not.”

Villain shuffled over again. “Come oooooon. It can’t be that bad!” They smirked, wrapping an arm around Hero’s shoulders. “What, your partner leave your or something? Well, there’s plenty more fish in the sea, Hero.” Hero scowled. “I don’t have a partner. I live alone. I don’t have anyone.” Villain’s smirk faltered, “Aww come on, Hero! You have me!” They smiled desperately, trying to get Hero to smile, but their nemesis only seemed to grow darker.

’You have to tell someone…’ Hero’s mind reasoned.

“Don’t be so down Hero. I’m sure whatever it is, you’ll be able to fix it! Come on, you’re Hero, you can to anythi-”

“It’s cancer, Villain.” Hero interrupted. “I have cancer…”

Villain stopped, staring in shock as their mind reeled. But Hero was so healthy and strong and alive? So youthful… so witty and smart and… how could they have cancer? “Oh, but I’m sure it’s fine, Hero. I mean, they’re great at treating cancer these days. A few months of chemo and you’ll be right as rain, and back to beating me up for robbing banks or something.” Villain was desperately trying to reason their way out of this as Hero sighed, their eyes shining with tears.

“The prognosis isn’t good, Villain. It’s a rare, aggressive type… It’s in my bones, my blood… my organs. It’s not going to get better.” Hero’s voice cracked as Villain’s head began to shake in disbelief. “But you’re Hero… you can survive anything! You can survive this… you have to!” Hero shook their head.

“No, Villain. I can’t.”

Villain sat in the weight of the silence for a moment, before pulling Hero into a hug. “You didn’t have anyone else to tell, do you?” Hero shook their head. “I live alone… have no friends… work a dead end job and my parents are gone… there’s no one to tell. No one to go through this with me.” Villain shook their head. “No. You have me. I’m not letting you go through this alone. I promise you, I’m gonna take you back here, a year from now and where gonna watch this same damn sun, set right damn here.” Villain pointed at the slowly setting sun, Hero glancing at it, laughing softly. “Okay. You’re on. If you can get me here a year from today, you win.”

The two enemies shook hands, before watching the sun set below the horizon, before both heading home.

Hero sighed as they lay in bed, feeling awful. The chemo had been destroying them, the radiation and the needles and the operations. It was all so much. They were tired.

“And here’s my favourite hero!” Villain piped up, walking into their room. They were holding an obnoxiously large bouquet of colourful flowers. They smelled wonderful. Hero was honestly surprised they could still smell, their taste had vanished not long after chemo started.

Villain hugged Hero tightly, before gently tucking some of their hair out of their eyes. “How are you feeling?” Hero sighed, looking weak. It had only been a couple weeks of treatment but they already looked awful. At least they seemed to be happier with Villain around. They had really come to like each other, outside of being work enemies, they had similar interests, senses of humour… they got along like a house on fire.

Hero admired the flowers as they sighed tiredly, looking back to Villain. “I feel better now that you’re here. I was getting bored out of my mind without you to piss me off.” Villain blushed, hiding it with a smirk, sitting beside Hero, and taking their hand. They held it, rubbing Hero’s pale, weak fingers as Hero began to tell them about the different nurses and doctors.

“Well have you heard about Superhero and their sidekick?” Villain asked, grinning. Hero perked up. “No?” Villain sat back, looking at Hero with a glint in their eye. “Apparently they’re a thing now. Like officially.” Hero laughed, “I knew it! I knew they had a thing for each other, the romantic… hell, the sexual tension was so strong between those two.” Villain nodded eagerly. “I know right? I was wondering when they were gonna stop fucking on the side and make it offical.” Hero frowned. “I didn’t know they were fucking, how did you?” Villain pursed their lips, smiling mysteriously. “Well I was in my way back to my base one night, after fighting you actually. I heard a crash in the alleyway below me, looked down and saw them. They were really going at it…” Villain’s eyes widened at the memory.

“You’re bullshitting.” Hero smirked. “No! I swear!” Villain raised their hands in surrender. “Promise! I saw it.” Smiling, Hero nodded. “Honestly, kinda not surprised. They kept undressing each other with their eyes in the field I swear to god.”

The two laughed, swapping embarrassing stories about their coworkers for the rest of the evening, until Hero began to doze. “Sleep well, my Hero.” Villain whispered as they tucked their friend in, watching them sleep for a bit.

Villain sat with Hero who gazed at nothing in complete silence. They were doing this more and more often since the months of treatment had begun. “Hero?” Villain murmured, touching their arm. Hero seemed to break out of their daze, looking upset. “Oh, Hero… what’s wrong?” Villain asked, already knowing the answer. Hero burst into tears, Villain deciding to crawl up onto the bed and hold them tightly as they sobbed into Villain’s shoulder. Villain rocked them back and forth, hugging them tight and running their hand over Hero’s thinning hair.

“I don’t-wanna d-die, Villain.” They stammered. “I know.” Villain replied, unsure of what to do. “But the treatment has been working, you said yourself, things are looking better.” Hero nodded, sniffing. “Yeah… I guess…” They looked up at Villain. “It’s just… it’s not fair! I wanna be like everyone else my age! Go on stupid dates and mess around with my friends and go to work and complain about the weather… I don’t wanna be here! I don’t wanna be waiting to fucking DIE!” They screamed, voice shaking as Villain held them.

“Hero. You can’t give up. You can beat this, I know you will!” Villain tried to say the words with strength, but they didn’t know if they were saying it for Hero or for themself. “You said yourself the chemo was working pretty well.” Hero shook their head. “Not well enough. Villain, I told you, this is gonna kill me. I’m not gonna see that sunset.” The reality of what Hero had said set in, Villain clutching Hero tightly. “No. You’re gonna see it. I promise you. You’re gonna make it through and see it. You’re almost half way, Hero. You can do this.” Hero shuddered beside Villain. “Bag.” They gasped, reaching with a shaking hand for an emesis bag. Villain grabbed one quickly from the table beside the bed, holding it over Hero’s mouth as they threw up.

“It’s okay, Hero… let it out… let it out…”

Hero seemed to be doing a little better, as Villain helped them up the stairs to the roof. Together, they crossed the building, looking up at the sky. Villain had set up a little picnic before hand, helping Hero sit and eat as they waited for the sun to begin its descent.

Hero lit up at the sight of it, and they laughed, cuddling in the cool evening as they ate way too much cake.

Eventually, they both sat in the edge of the roof, watching the sun go down, hands entwined.

“Told you.” Villain smirked, kissing Hero’s cheek. “I win.”

Hero chuckled, nuzzling Villain’s shoulder. “What do you mean?”

“It’s been a year today, since we sat on this exact roof and you said you wouldn’t live to see this sunset.”

Hero laughed, wrapping their arms around Villain. “And I’m glad you made that bet. I couldn’t have done this without you. Especially after I lost my lease on my house… it’s just been nice living with someone too… someone who I love so much.”

The breeze blew gently. “You know… after I’m gone, I don’t want you to mourn me. Move on. Live life to the fullest. All I want is to see you happy.” Hero gazed into Villain’s eyes, before gently pulling them in for a kiss. Villain smirked against their lover’s lips. “You will live to see many more sunsets, my love.”

They watched the vibrant colours begin to fade, as Hero sighed in content, the breeze blowing gently around them. “Hey.” They murmured. “Yes?” Villain asked, running their hand over Hero’s head. “I want you to know, that after everything… every time you feel a breeze, that’s me. My spirit will live on the wind, flying and free… and it will always be with you.” Hero’s voice cracked, as they looked up at Villain, shivering. Villain smiled, cupping their hero’s face. “I like that. I like that a lot.” They swallowed back the rising sob.

“You’re cold. Let’s go home.”

Villain sat beside the bed, clutching Hero’s emaciated hand. They had been in a coma for days… and it was time. “Hero?” Villain breathed through sobs. They had heard hearing was the last thing to go. “Listen to me. I love you. Okay? I love you so, so much. I always will.” They gasped, wiping away tears. “G-Go when you’re ready… okay? Go and fly, and become the wind. It’s okay… alright? You’ll be okay…”

Villains body shuddered as they looked up at Hero’s pale face. “Go when you’re ready… go when when you’re ready…”

Villain wasn’t ready. It had only been two months since the roof picnic. They weren’t ready to say goodbye… and yet, somehow… they were.

So they sat there, repeating their phrase as Hero’s breathing got slower and shallower. They repeated it through the tears, the cries and the shakes…

And then Hero drew their last breath, sighing in relief as they became the wind.

They were finally free.

Villain stood in the rain in front of the grave. Everyone, heroes and villains alike stood shoulder to shoulder, gazing at the stone.

None of them could believe it. A hero so young and full of life… gone in just over a year. So that day, they all stood together, in solidarity.

For Hero.

“That’s why I can’t give this place up.” Villain whispered, gazing at the sunset. “I’m not ready to move on. I never will be.” They smiled as a gentle, warm breeze kissed their face. “But I have to move on. Which is why I have to make this place something. Help their legacy stay alive.”

Villain glanced at the assistant, who had pulled off their glasses, dabbing their eyes. “I see.” They replied. “Well. I’ll get started on the payment process, and uh… give you a moment.”

Villain nodded appreciatively, feeling the breeze, stronger and warmer this time push against them. Something told them to turn around, so they did. A gasp escaped Villain, before they could stop it.

Hero was standing there, on the edge of the roof, gleaming. Their body was strong, healthy, just as it had been before and they looked so, so happy. Warm golden light illuminated their figure as they nodded at Villain, smiling softly. They were okay. They were free.

Turning into the sun, the light glowed brightly, Villain shielding their eyes as Hero dissolved into the breeze and the light. They could almost hear Hero’s laugh of glee.

Smiling wistfully, Villain nodded.

“Goodbye, my Hero. I love you.”

#snaillamp #whump #hero Whumpee #villain caretaker #hero x villain #original post #major character death #cancer #whumpee #whumpblr #whump writing #I’m gonna be honest #this was a tough one to write #but I needed to do it #for me #and for all the Heroes out there #hold your loved ones close #you’ll never know when you won’t get to anymore #x snail <3

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kindnessisweakness2 · 8 months ago

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The next morning Emily drove her truck into Teller Morrow. Clutching the warm coffee in her hand she rolled her eyes at Cara for the millionth time that morning. "Im sorry Em! We didnt mean to keep you awake." Emily nodded at her best friend as she slumped back in the seat. She was grumpy in the morning. Especially since she had no sleep last night from Juice and Cara's long goodbye, if thats what you want to call it. 5am they finally quit it. It didnt matter how many times Emily banged on the wall, screamed at them to shut up or shoved a pillow over her head. Nothing could drown out Cara's loud Moans. "Im gonna miss him so bad." Emily groaned as she faceplanted her steering wheel. "Cara i love you. But please get out and give me five minutes peace." Emily didnt lift her head but she knew from the sound of the door opening and shutting, she left. God she could just fall asleep right there.

Not even 2 minutes later a knock on the window made her jump out of her skin, almost spilling hot coffee over her lap. Looking up she saw a smiling Jax. His face pressed against the window in a funny expression, nose squished. She couldnt help but smile at him. Shaking her head she rolled down the window. His face returned to normal as he threw his arms on the roof of her car and leaned in. He only wore a white t-shirt, his leather and a pair of jeans. Her breath hitched in her throat as she watched the muscles in his arms flex and his shirt rise to show his hips. The delicious V she would love to run her lips over. "Morning Darlin'" She smiled wide at him as she leaned back taking a sip of her coffee. "I heard Juice kept you up all night. Do you want me to put a stop to him coming over?" The look on his face told her he was serious. "No! its fine, honestly. Cara would never forgive me. She really likes him. I just need to start booking a hotel so i can escape the fuck fest and actually sleep." Emily rubbed her dry eyes, she knew she looked awful. Black tracksuit bottoms, a white cropped vest and a black zip up hoodie covered her body. Her hair was down and straight and not one bit of make up covered her face. She didnt really care what she looked like when she got dressed this morning, pulling anything on. Now she kicked herself for it. Here he was looking like a God even in simple clothes and she looked like a tramp. "Nah you wont need a hotel darlin. You can always stay at mine when you wanna get away." Emily could feel herself going red, but before she could say anything Jax pulled her car door open. "Come on, moms made breakfast." Jax threw his arm around her shoulder as she got out of the car. They made their way into the clubhouse under the watchful eyes of many.

Emily couldnt wipe the smile off her face when she was greeted by the guys. Hugs from Opie and Chibs, high five from Happy and even a nod from Clay and Bobby who were deep in convosation. Jax couldnt wipe the grin off of his face either. He loved how the guys liked her already, how nice she was for them. Made him like her even more. Jax pulled out a seat for her at the table where the guys sat and disappeared into the kitchen where his mom was. Emily winked at Cara who was currently sat on one of the many sofas on Juice's lap, giggling as his hands wandered up the back of her shirt. God these next few days Cara is going to be miserable without him. Seriously good sex with Juice had her falling in love already and it had Emily worried. Cara being here was only meant to be temporary. She didnt want either of them hurt. "Here you go Pocket." Jax placed a massive plate down infront of her with a fresh cup of coffee. Sitting down next to her he stole bacon from her place and flashed her a toothy grin. "Fuck how hungry do you think i am?" Emily shook her head before stabbing at the scrambled egg with a fork. "Its for us to share. I've got a long ride ahead." Jax kissed the side of her head before sipping her coffee and handing it to her. Emily's stomach felt like it wanted to burst, releasing all the butterflies he made swirl. Fuck. He knew what he was doing to her. He had to.

20 minutes later, Clay moved to the door of the clubhouse shouting that they were to leave in 15 minutes. That cut the laughter across the clubhouse short. Emily couldnt help the smile dropping from her face. Jax squeezed her thigh trying to offer some comfort. Standing up he threw his arm around her shoulders as he always did and lead her outside to his bike. All the families started to gather outside to say goodbye to their men. "So how long are you away for?" Emily asked as Jax let her perch on the seat of his bike. He lit a cigarette leaning back against the railing behind him. Emily couldnt help but think about how attractive he looked when he was smoking. The way his perfect lips would wrap around the filter and form a perfect O to blow out the smoke. "Shouldnt be no more than 3 days." She nodded and smiled at him softly. "Nice friendly visit, yeah?" She looked at him dead in the eyes as he froze. She didnt know where she got the confidence to ask but she would be a liar if she said she wasnt worried for their safety. Emily wasnt stupid. There'd be no need for such a big club presence if they werent expecting trouble. Emily stood from the bike at the sight of Clay and Gemma walking their way. "Ready VP?" That seemed to shock Jax out of his frozen state. Nodding at Clay he threw the cigarette on the floor, crushing it beneath his pristine Nike trainers. Emily looked down the row of bikers kissing and loving their families as if it was the last time they'd see them. Her stomach dropped at the thought of something bad happening to Jax. She felt stupid, He wasnt hers to worry about. Spotting Cara's long brown hair at the bottom of the row as she hung over a smiling Juice, kissing the life out of her. She worried about Juice too. All of them even. Cara would never get over it if anything happened to Juice and she'd grown to really like the rest of the guys. Her and Happy's talks about Ink, Opie and Chibs love for her food that made her feel good, Halfsacks innocent but puppy like manner as he often put his foot in his mouth, but did as he was told. She hadn't had much interaction with Bobby, Piney and Clay, but maybe that was for the best. She had brought trouble to their door on more than one occasion because of Noah and her temper. They probably werent as forgiving as the younger members of the club.

Feeling Jax move beside her she stepped out of the way allowing him to straddle his bike. She watched him as he clipped his helmet and started his bike. The sound made her wince. There was nothing like the sound of a Harley. Leaning down so he would be able to hear her over the rumble, Emily moved her hand to cover his. "i dont know what's going down in Nevada. But what i do know is I need you to come back in one piece." Pressing a soft kiss to his cheek, Emily tried to savour the moment. Just incase something did go wrong. Which she hoped to god it wouldnt. "Ride safe, Teller" were the last words she could manage before her throat got thick and the familiar sting started in her eyes. With one last squeeze of his hand, Emily moved to stand with the rest of the women and children who were waiving their men off.

And with one last look in those baby blues, the men disappeared from the lot.

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Here is another part loves!

I really hope you enjoy. As always please let me know what you think and where you would like this to go!

Love all messages and comments!

#jax teller x reader #sons of anarchy #jax teller #jax teller imagine #jax teller x oc #sons of anarchy imagine #sons of anarchy fanfiction

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mileslovr · 1 year ago

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confessions - miles morales

pairing - miles morales 1610 x fem!reader

genre - some angst and some fluff (my favorites)

summary - reader doesn't know miles is spider man, but miles doesn't know reader is spider women.

a/n - i had so much fun writing this, i haven't wrote in a bit so if i'm a little rusty that's why. btw creds to @reverieresources for the dividers i used.

y/m/n = your mom's name

you and your boyfriend miles haven't been spending as much time together recently, you were both aware about this and have spoken about it. you had your excuse and you knew it was a pretty damn good one, but you obviously couldn't tell miles the real reason because every sane person would freak out.

you were out swinging and saw police, lots of them. you landed on the roof above them and tried to get a clear view of what they were shooting at. it was a lab patient, it was obvious the man was experimented on because he was huge, and a spider person was fighting him!

you shot two webs and stuck them to two lamp posts, flinging you down. you reached so you were able to punch the man in his face, and you rolled onto the floor.

"jesus another one? they just make it worse!" you heard a police man shout. you roll your eyes, and stand up.

"another spidey for me to kill, how exciting." the man spoke, running towards you. you rolled out of the way and shot a web around his face, blinding him.

"mhm." you nodded, and punched him in the face again and again until he broke out of the web. you looked over to your left to see the other spider person sitting against the wall and you became worried. the person was panting and their hand was on their chest. you were so distracted the man picked you up and threw you against the wall.

"fuck, my fault i guess." you spoke quietly, and rised up slowly. i guess it was too slow because, he landed two punches to your face.

"getting tired yet?" the man asked.

"nah." you mumbled, and jumped to kick him. he fell onto his back, you were quick to jump onto him and start punching him. you stopped once you knew he was knocked out but not dead. you pushed yourself off of the man with the little energy you had, and moved towards the other person.

"you good?" you asked the person, as you extended a hand for them to take.

"yeah, thanks." you recognized the voice, but couldn't exactly point it out, you could tell it was a boy though. (i know, how realistic to not know your boyfriends own voice.) the boy took your hand, and stood up.

"i should get outta' here." you spoke quietly, and turned to leave.

"yeah, same." the boy spoke, and you heard webs getting further and further. to be honest the punches the man landed on you were super good, and the migraine you had was insane. you quickly swung back to your house, and jumped through your bedroom window. you ripped your mask off and sat on your bed, you put your head in your hands.

sometime must have went by because your phone started ringing, you stood up to grab it from your desk. it was miles, and you answered it.

"hey baby, you wanna hangout?" you heard miles' voice, and smiled.

"yeah, soon." you realized your voice sounded scratchy, and you cleared your throat, "sorry, just woke up from a nap." you were quick to make an excuse, knowing miles would ask if you were alright.

"that's okay, want me to come over?" he asked, you could hear he was rummaging through stuff.

"that sounds great." you said, starting to walk out of your room and into the bathroom.

"alright, i'll see you in like half an hour. i love you." he said, you smiled at the last words.

"i love you too, see you." you hung up the phone and turned to look into the mirror. "holy shit." you had two bruises on the right side of your face. you also realized you still had your suit on, which was brave because you were pretty sure your mom was home in the kitchen. you quickly made your way into your room, and took your suit off. you shoved the suit into a bookbag, and looked around your floor for your mask. you picked it up and shoved it in the bag along with your suit, you zipped the bag up and put it into your closet. you put a nike hoodie on which was miles', and gray loose shorts.

"y/n!" you heard your mom yell, you groan and leave your room to go to the kitchen.

"yeah?" you asked, watching her stir something on the stove.

"i need you to-" she turned around and stopped speaking when she saw your face, "what- what happened?" she rushed over to you to cradle your face in her hands.

"got elbowed in the face at practice yesterday, hurt super bad." you tried to lie, seeing you completely forgot you had some bruising on your face.

"you need to be more careful, baby." your mom winced, as she walked back to the stove.

"what are you making?" you asked, standing by her. it was only you and your mom, your dad was a police man and he was shot and killed about five months ago. you've been spider women for about a year. you and miles met through your fathers, because they used to be best friends.

"chicken alfredo." she nodded, looking down at you and back to the pan.

"miles is coming over, will there be enough for him?" you speak, looking at her.

"i always make enough for him." your mom said, before looking down at you with a smile. you smile back at her and make your way back to your room. you sat down at your vanity and looked at your bruises.

"how am i going to cover this?" you groaned, took some concealer and dabbed it onto your skin gently. the bruising wasn't as prompt but you could probably still tell. you heard the front door open and your mom yelling excitedly so you figured miles was here and went out into the kitchen.

"miles! how are you?" your mom spoke, as she ran up to him to give him a quick hug.

"im good, how are you?" miles said, and returned the hug.

"im good also, thank you for asking! do you want to stay for dinner?" she asked as she let go of him.

"absolutely, thank you ma'am." he said to her, and she smiled at him.

"how many times have i told you to call me y/m/n?" your mom said as she turned around, and miles laughed finally turning to look at you. you ran up to him and hugged his torso. he hugged you back and ran his fingers through your hair.

"c'mon." you said to him, and took his hand and led him into your room. you let his hand go when you reached your room, and turned around to close the door. you looked back at him, and he immediately saw the bruises.

"woah, what happened here?" he asked pointing to the side of your face, he grabbed your chin to gently turn your head so he could get a better look.

"basketball practice, i got elbowed." you looked at his face, and saw some redness on his forehead. "what happened there?" it was your turn to grab the sides of his face to make him look down.

"also basketball practice." he said grabbing your wrists.

"liar." you said, as you sat on your bed.

"says you!" he said, you expected him to joke around but you could tell he was seriously getting upset.

"i'm not lying!" you say, standing up again.

"you've been lying a lot lately actually, now that i think about it." miles said sternly, looking at you.

"okay, well you're not entirely innocent either." you roll your eyes, and sit in your chair by your vanity.

"i just don't know what to do anymore." miles said, looking down.

"what?" you stood up and walked over to him, "what do you mean?"

"can we just tell each other the truth?" miles spoke, barely above a whisper. you could see tears in his eyes when he finally looked up at you.

"miles, please don't cry." you pull him in for a hug and wrap your arms tightly around his neck. he hugged your waist and began to silently cry.

"i just feel really alone right now, and i feel like i don't even have you. y'know?" he admitted, as he pulled away to look at you. you nodded at him before you started speaking.

"i'll tell you the truth, but you can't freak out." you said to him, backing up to grab a makeup wipe.

"i won't, promise." miles said, as he sat on your bed. you took the makeup wipe and wiped the concealer off.

"this isn't from basketball, i'm actually spider women." you looked at him and he looked more mad then anything. "but before you get mad, let me explain. i never wanted this believe me, i- i tried to save my dad but,-" you began to cry, and miles face softened. "but it didn't work and i've been like this for a year and-" you kept rambling, and didn't even notice miles stood up to hug you.

"shhhh, you're okay." he spoke softly. "i'm not that mad becuase, i'm spider man too."

#miles morales #miles morales imagines #miles morales x reader #miles morales prowler #miles morales x you #miles morales x y/n #miles morales 1610 #miles molares #itsv #spiderverse #across the spider verse

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fetusgooseandjuice · 2 years ago

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Little Hawk

Pairing(s): Kate Bishop x Fem!Reader

Summary: When a wounded Kate shows up at your bedroom window, you patch her up.

Word Count: 1,439

Warnings: Mentions of blood & injury

Author’s Note: This is inspired by the scene from The Amazing Spider-Man!

You sat propped up against your headboard with your new favorite book in hand. Your eyes scanned along the pages when you heard multiple knocks against your bedroom window.

Your attention immediately shifted to the curtains covering the window, eyebrows furrowing at the thought of someone knocking on your window this late at night, let alone your bedroom window which is on the second story of your house.

You closed your book and set it on the nightstand, swinging your legs over your bed to stand up and walk towards the window. Pulling back the curtains, your heart nearly jumped out of your chest when you saw Kate crouched down on the roof of the first floor.

She wore a small smile on her face as she gazed at you through the glass. You quickly unlocked the window and opened it to let her inside.

"Katie, it's almost ten o'clock. What're you doing here?" you asked.

She set her bow and arrows down and leaned against the wall, "What? Am I not allowed to come see my princess?" Kate joked, clutching her side with a wince when she chucked.

"That's not what I meant. It's just late, I thought that you were out on a mission with Clint." you said as you closed the window and shut the curtains.

"Yeah, I was. Until he sent me home." she mumbled the last part.

You giggled, "What did you do this time that made him go all dad mode on you?"

When you turned around your eyes momentarily widened. Now that Kate was in light of your dimly lit room instead of the darkness outside, you could see the cuts and bruises along her face.

Your eyes dropped to her hand that was holding her side where you could see a blood stain before looking back up at her, "Jesus, Kate. What happened?" you questioned with a worried tone, rushing over to her.

You moved her hand away from her side so you could see the rip in her purple suit, and the wound that laid there.

"I'm fine, it's just a scratch. You should see the other guy." Kate weakly responded in a miserably failed attempt at reassuring you.

"Just a scratch?" you repeated in disbelief, "Scratches don't look this bad and leave you out of breath, Katie."

Your hands moved up to cup her cheeks, eyes scanning the cuts and bruises that littered her face. Her hands gripped at your waist as support to keep herself standing, "It's okay, I'm okay, I just need to sit down." she said.

You helped her over to your bed and she flopped down onto it, "You stay here. I don't think my parents would approve of you showing up here this late, especially in this condition. I'm going to go get some stuff to clean you up." you told her before making your way to your door.

"Don't be gone too long or else I'll miss you!" she called out and you sent her a grin just as you walked out of the room.

When you returned your hands were full with a bottle of hydrogen peroxide, a couple of towels, and a first aid kit. You set the stuff down on the bed before sitting on the edge of it next to Kate.

"You might wanna..." your gaze flickered from her eyes to her suit as you went through the contents of the first aid kit.

"Ah I see what you're doing." Kate smirked, looking you up and down before peeling off her suit just enough for you to see the wound on her side, leaving her top half in just a sports bra.

You playfully rolled your eyes, "Get your mind out of the gutter and sit up." you said, making both of you lightly laugh.

Kate sat up against the headboard while you poured some hydrogen peroxide onto one of the towels.

You adjusted yourself so you could examine her wound before looking up at her, "Do you want something to bite down on? This is gonna hurt." you asked with concerned eyes.

She shook her head, "I'll be fine. I can deal with it." Kate responded.

You could tell she was just trying to impress you by the tone of her voice and the way she was visibly flexing her muscles, making her biceps and toned stomach more prominent.

"Okay, then shhh because I don't need my parents coming in here. My dad already thinks you need psychiatric help." you said and she slightly frowned.

You giggled as she started defending herself, but you interrupted her before she could go any further, "On one, okay?" you spoke, referring to the hydrogen peroxide damp towel in your hand.

Kate nodded her head, "M'kay." she said with a deep breath.

"Three...two..." you skipped one and pressed the towel against her wound. She winced and squeezed her eyes shut while biting her lip at the painful sting, "Fuck." she quietly cursed.

"Sorry," you meekly apologized.

"You skipped one." Kate spoke in a strained tone.

You slowly wiped the towel against her wound, "I had too. It was gonna hurt more if you were expecting it, and you don't want this thing to get infected. " you explained.

"Yeah, yeah." she said, somewhat relaxing as she got used to the stinging sensation.

Kate admired your concentrated face while you focused on cleaning her wound. The warm light from the dimly lit lamp on the nightstand highlighted your face, a few strands of hair came loose from your claw clip and fell in front of it, framing it.

She started to smile at the sight until she read your expression more, noticing that something had captured your thoughts, "What's wrong?" she asked.

You hummed, looking up at her with furrowed eyebrows to try and play it off.

"Don't do that, baby, I can practically read you like a book. What's going on in that pretty little mind if yours?" she spoke gently.

You thought for a few more moments, keeping yourself occupied with continuing your motions while you contemplated telling her what's been haunting you. But when you sniffled and just shook your head, Kate became more concerned.

"Hey, hey," she spoke, moving closer to you to cup your cheeks so she could look at you, "What's got you so upset, princess? Why are you crying?" she said gently, her eyes gazing into your own.

Your irises glazed over as you whispered, "Everyday for as long as I can remember my father has left every morning and he's put a badge on his chest, and strapped a gun to his hip..."

You stopped for a few long seconds to look between both of her eyes, "...and everyday for as long as I can remember I haven't known if he was gonna make it home." your voice wavered as you spoke the last word.

Kate brushed her thumbs along your cheekbones and tucked a few strands of hair behind your ears, "I've got you." she softly repeated that phrase to you multiple times, "I've got you."

You dropped your forehead onto her shoulder as she cupped the back of your head with her hand.

"Whenever you leave for a mission the whole time I'm worried about how badly injured you'll be when you finally come back to me... if you come back to me." you murmured.

She quickly lifted your head to gaze into your sad eyes, "Hey, don't think like that, baby"

"I'm sorry, I can't help it."

Kate dropped her forehead onto yours, "I'll always come back to you. I don't care how tired I am, or how late it is, or what your dad may think about me being here, I will always come back to you. I give you my word on that."

"You promise?"

She nodded her head, "And I'll never break it. The day that I do I'll have Clint bring me to you and you can unleash all the anger you may have—"

Kate cut herself off as she started to laugh when you giggled at her words.

"You might not wanna do that. I won't just be mad, I'll be pissed." you said as you laughed with her.

As you calmed down Kate slowly leaned in and put her lips on yours, kissing you ever-so passionately. There was no rush to it, she just wanted you to feel how much she loved you.

"Easy, little hawk." you whispered against her lips.

Kate chucked, "What did you just call me?" she said before putting her lips back on yours and pulling you onto her lap.

#kate bishop fanfiction #kate bishop x fem!reader #kate bishop x reader #kate bishop fic #kate bishop fluff #kate bishop mcu #kate bishop x female reader #kate bishop x y/n #kate bishop #kate x reader

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emocka · 11 months ago

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For @micheya , I was listening to Lindsey Stirling Carol of the bells for this.

Ok you werent a ghost. You were just a normal person. You had somehow managed to climb tenshukaku. Every night you climbed the building. Facing where liyue was you danced.

You gave several guards a fright, one a literal heart attack.

'There a ghost! I swear I saw it dancing on the outer wall.'

'Ribbons surrounding the ghost!'

'It died during the archon war.'

You rolled your eyes. Seriously all it took was some logic. It was you. You dancing.

Dancing for kazuha, dancing for his safe return.

'Hey, yn!' You looked at yoimiya.

'Yes?' You turned to face her.

'Have you heard the stories?' She asked.

'I've heard.' You smiled. 'I'm the ghost.'

'Quit joking. It's real!' She laughed.

You sighed.

'Ribbons dancing in the wind, ghosts can't carry physical things yoimiya besides' you gestured to the large ribbon on your back, the ones on your wrists.

'So?' She was confused.

'Oh boy.' You sighed one more time before you began to dance.

The ribbons flowed in the wind as your twirled around. She watched as you continued.

'Why do you dance on the building then?' She asked as you stopped.

'Just to bring in good luck for the land. Inazuma needs some luck.' You began. 'With the vision hunt decree inazuma needs it more than ever.'

She nodded raising an eyebrow.

'NOT for kazuha?' She questioned.

'Who him? Nah. Still hate him' there was small blush on your cheeks.

'Riiight' She smirked. 'Come on. I wanna show you a new firework I made.'

You watched as the girl took off running. You did the same catching up to her.

----

You were spotted once more dancing in the moonlight. Two guards watched. You were a silhouette in the moon. One more guard came to watch.

'I wonder why it only dances. How come it doesn't haunt anyone.'

'They say it the ghost of a God who died in the archon war.'

'Really? I wonder what god.'

'Probably God of the moon.'

'Intersting.'

The guards went quiet, watching as you danced more. Suddenly the wind kicked up. The ribbons flowed around you, your hair flowing in the wind. You bowed before disappearing into the night.

----

Well into the distance kazuha stared at the moon. He was sitting on the railings of the boat. In the sleeve of his kimono was a letter. Kazuha pulled out the letter. Glancing around he began to read it.

It was a letter from you. He smiled as he read it. You explained how everyone was doing, skipping over the fighting part, what been going lately, ect ect.

He carefully folded the letter, putting it back in the sleeve of his kimono.

'Dove' He began 'I know it's bad. But you'll be in my arms soon.'

----

You sat at docks watching the ships come and go. Waving at people, greeting kids. You smiled as a cat approached. It jumped on the crate your were sitting on. Stretching it curled up next to you. You began to scratch its head. Turning to face it you sat criss cross giving the cat your full attention. You continued to scratch its head, listening to it purr.

Earlier you had received a letter from kazuha. A captain of a boat had approached you handing a letter out. You took it dropping mora in his hands.

'Hey' you whispered 'is it true you guys have nine lives?'

You giggled at your own question. Really why ask? You just liked the thought. It helped ease your thought on the death of melon, your senior cat.

Suddenly the wind picked up. You winced keeping quiet. All you heard was a small yes. Looking back at the cat it disappeared.

'Oh.' You gave a sad smile.

Hopping off the crate you walked away from the docks unaware of a shadow looking at you.

That night you were dancing. You were on the roof of your own home watching as Sara and her forces head off.

You heard thunder, lightning splitting the sky it eight different directions. The sky got darker. You looked down at the ground spotting someone.

They beckoned you forward. You smiled dropping from the building.

----

'Y/n?' Sara looked at you, but signora took her out.

You were laying on the floor hands tied,eyes closed. You weren't knocked out. You could hear everything around you. You heard the conversation.

You replayed an earlier conversion.

----

'You know why right?' Thw person asked.

'To show why I'm not suffering' you said quietly. 'To clear kazuhas name.'

'Good. In two days I'll becoming by to get you.' The person said.

You nodded.

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So you set the plan in motion Turing yourself in. The Raiden Shogun wanting to punish you.

Your thought were cut when you heard the traveler voice. The next words out of their mouth made you fear.

Suddenly you felt your self being dragged. It hurt.

The Raiden shogun had dragged you away from the fight.

'You still need to be punished.' She said. 'I can not risk you getting hurt.'

You whimpered at the burning pain. She dropped you on the floor a sense of relief on whatever was burning.

The room started getting colder, you could hear la signora talking, ice shattering, maniacal laughter bouncing off the walls.

Suddenly the room got hot. You heard fire crackling. The floor started getting warmer. You heard a sword clash against something.

Then silence. Footsteps receded towards the traveler and signora. Signora screaming no, screaming about the tsarista. Then silence.

A few minutes later you heard the words.

'I'll allow you to leave tenshukaku.' She said.

Plan in motion.

All you had to do was wait patiently. Yae miko would come get you. Yoy watched as the Raiden shogun disappeared. The door opened quietly. The pink hair kitsune poking her head inside.

'Are you ready?' She asked approaching you quickly. 'Why do you have a rug burn on your back?'

'The almighty shogun' you mumbled. 'Got dragged across the floor becuaee of the traveler and signora fighting. She didn't want me harmed.'

You sat up rubbing your wrists. They were slightly bruised, and sore.

'This plan better work. She going to execute me of it fails.' You said.

'It won't I promise.' She said 'Come. We have a plan to complete.'

You nodded following the kitsune.

-----

'Already? Your cutting it quiet close you know.'

The traveler looked at yae miko behind her was you. You were approaching them holding out something.

'Yae miko? What are they doing here?' The Raiden pointed at you.

'This is y/n. The first vision you took away was them.' Yae miko said. 'But for odd reason their personality remained the same. Even after taking their vision away.'

The two women looked at you. The traveler back on their feet.

You gave yae miko one last look before taking your leave. The trio watched as you disappear.

You were met with the sounds of weapons clashing, soliders from both sides shouting orders, screaming.

You saw blood everywhere. You stopped by one solider. Kneeling next to them you heard their words asking for help as you put pressure on his wound.

'It'll be over. Keep quiet.' You said to him. 'It'll be over soon.'

As the words left your mouth the rain stopped. Lighting ceased. Suddenly you felt a surge of power. One you haven't felt in a year. One that felt refreshing.

'Ah they did it.' Yoy said as a gaint wave came crashing over tenshukaku.

It flooded the area washing away the blood healing the wounded. The solider shoulder healing. You got up walking away as another waved followed repeating the process.

Kazuha looked up as a third wave came over the building.

'This feels familiar' He smiled.

'Its y/n's healing ability' Gorou said as the wave came down.

The water was gentle, warm. The boys looked as a otter made of water approached. You came into view. Looking around you spotted a familiar red orange streak. The owner turned and looked at you.

Everything went silent, as you launched yourself off the stair towards him. Gorou turning around as your lips crashed into kazuha. He wrapped his arms around you. Kazuha accepted the kiss tightening his arms around you waist. You pulled away needing air after a minute.

'Kazuha' you cried.

'Yes dear I'm here.' He said hugging you. 'I'm here.'

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'You are a little troublemaker.'kazuha laughed as you explained the nickname. 'Don't climb the building anymore.'

'OK ok.' You giggled.

'So have you decide' He asked.

'I decided long ago.' You replied hoping off the wall. 'I'll go with you where ever the wing leads.'

Kazuha smiled doing the same. You held out your hydro vision as he held up a white laced ribbon. Lacing the ribbon through the vision, he tied it to your neck.

'Y/n. Tell me why you didn't act different when your vision was taken.' He said looking at you.

'Easy. You and dance.' You said.

Kazuha smiled.

'Shall we dance then?' He asked holding his hand out.

'We shall.' You smiled.

The two danced next to the sea as the sun set, the ribbons whipping around them.

#favoniuslibrary #genshin impact #genshin #emocka.writes #kazuha fluff #kazuha x reader

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eezeybreezy · 1 year ago

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ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴜɴᴋ ᴀɴᴅ ʜɪꜱ ᴄᴀᴛ pt.3 ➜ʜᴏʙɪᴇ ʙʀᴏᴡɴ x ɢɴ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

This is the result of Hobie brain rot. Was a lot longer than intended so now it's broken into multiple chapters. Part 1 Part 2 Part 4🔞

(Sorry if this one is shorter than the others, it was a weird scene to break up)

warnings: tension👀 , not-so-accurate accent, recreational drug/alcohol use, , punk shit, eventual smut, implied black reader

Stepping into the cool night, you feel the urge to compliment the man you’ve been ogling all night. “I fuck with your wicks heavy btw, it was cool to see another black vigilante / super person.

“Black and proud, that’s the Punk way.”

You hear the ting of pride in his voice, and it makes him sound almost cocky. He smiles and offers you a hand to take. He has a mischievous grin on his face. You try to change the subject before embarrassing yourself further, “I’m up for anything, you wanna walk like normal people or take the rooftop? Is swinging while intoxicated considered a DUI?”

“Let’s take the rooftops.”

The words seem to leap out of his mouth as soon as they leave your lips. He smiles excitedly, obviously eager to have some fun. “I’ve had some practice swinging drunk, you’ll be fine love. Don’t worry.”

He reaches his hands up to the roof and lets out a quick laugh, not seeming fazed by the prospect of drinking and swinging at the same time.

You giggle, “I hope we don’t regret this.” clinging to him, wrapping your arms around his neck as he scales the wall.

“I’m certain we won’t love. How could we ever regret spending such a beautiful night together?”

he flirts, giving you a wink and your ass a quick squeeze. “I promise I’ll make sure you stay safe.”

He waits for her to uncling to him before he starts running and they leaping onto the next roof, landing with a small roll and then immediately taking off again, faster than they would’ve been able to walk. You quickly run to catch up to the punk, jumping the gap between buildings. You’re both gaining momentum quickly, and soon enough you’ve matched his speed. As they gain speed, you feel the cold air fly by and it’s as liberating as ever. You fly through the air together, both laughing as you go. Hobie doesn’t slow down too much though, and you’re almost at the apartment building he lives in already. He looks at the building and turns to you,

“Almost there mate, you ready for the finale?”

You chuckle, showing off the pearly whites he’s so enamored with, “And what would that be exactly?” The wind picks up around you, making it hard to hear and even harder to concentrate in your intoxicated state. This was fun.

You tease him back, matching him in pace and wit.

“You’ll see in a second, darling.”

He grins mischievously at you and turns back to face the apartment building. “Hold on tight love, we’re about to hit the big jump.”

He lets out a cackle right before jumping off of the roof, flying towards the window he lives in. To make the jump, he opts to go faster and faster by spinning in mid air. As he lands in his window, he makes sure to steer clear of the landing, and you pick up the pace as you approach the ledge. To play it safe (none of this is), you opt to drop to all fours, pushing yourself to make this jump. You push off the ledge, cracking the concrete as you push off.

Hobie notices the cracking ledge, and is very impressed he’ll admit. He watches you the whole time and smiles when you make the jump. Your landing is cleaner than his and you look at him, grinning as you land. He smiles back, but deep down he’s wondering how much power is in those legs of yours, and just what else your thighs can do.

You’re the first to speak as we puts the drinks in the fridge. “It smells like you in here, which isn’t a bad thing btw, though I’d thought you’d be musty being punk and all.”

He chuckles at that, head still in the fridge. “Now that’s definitely one I’ve never heard before. You’ve got jokes.” he grabs them a couple beers. “Want one?”

He leans against the fridge and looks at you, trying to get a sense of what you think about his place. He hasn’t brought anyone back here before, and he’s a little nervous about your reaction. He’s also more than a little curious to see how this goes over.

You look around, getting a vibe of this living room when a vinyl player catches my eye. “I don’t really like beer, care to pour me sum Henney tho?” Your fingers brush against the surprising wide variety of albums he has stored. You lean in and check out the records sitting on the shelf. Some look familiar to you, while others seem new and almost otherworldly. There are a lot of different records, enough to fill the shelves and even a good handful sitting off to the side.

“Sure thing!” He grabs a glass from one of the cabinets and pulls out the bottle of Henney. “Let me know when to stop adding it” he pours it out into the glass and waits for her to tell him when to stop. “So you like records? I’ve been putting the collection together my whole life.”

He sounds a little bit proud of it. And you’d be happy to indulge him.

“I was just thinking to myself that despite coming from a different universe, most of these albums are the same ones I have back home. Didn’t picture you for an R&B type tho, that’s good to know.” You gaze at him with the same sultry look as before. “You can stop pouring now.”

He stops pouring and hands the glass off to you as he leans against the wall and smiles. “I’ve got some variety, for sure.”

“You have a good taste in music, but you know that.” I smile goofily up at him, still so taken by how handsome he was. “So, do actually you get to spend any time here, this is a cute place you got/”

He grins and walks past you, sitting down on the couch. “Thank you. It’s not much, but for me it’s a very nice space where I can just unwind and be myself. I’m here every night actually.”

He pats his lap inconspicuously. “Do you want to sit? It’ll be better than standing and talking.” He grins at you, looking around for any spaces that you’d be comfortable going to, trying his best to be a gentleman. Despite the plenty of space on the couch he decided to sit on, you still opt to sit as close to him as possible, and put your drink on the table.

“I’ll roll for us this time, can I get sum more of that tree tho?” You ask sweetly, draping your legs over his lap, and grabbing the rolling tray he’d abandoned on his coffee table.

He chuckles a little and grins when you sit on his lap. “I was wondering when this was coming. Yeah go ahead, just try not to make a mess." He sits back a little, trying to give you as much room as he can while you sit on him and roll.

The way he’s sitting and tilts his head back has you practically drooling. The way his piercings sit on his face, the gaze that seems to bore into you, the plump lips you want to kiss again and again. You start rolling a little quicker, before he catches you starting you notice him open his eyes from the relaxed position you are on the couch. Eventually you’re wrapping up, and Hobie finds himself looking at you, taking in every single one of your features in the moment. You seem to be taking your time and he lets you work, just staring until he hears the sound of you wrapping up and looks back.

“You got it rolled up already?”

You almost reply, but you instead make a show out of the finishing touches, licking your lips while peering up at Hobie, licking the paper to seal it up while looking between those big brown eyes and his full dark lips.

Hobie watches you and enjoys the whole show being put on, smirking when you look up and makes eye contact with him, his eyes twinkling with some unknown emotion.

“Looks good to me darling. You ready to smoke it?” He asks grinning, and reaches for it.

You pull the joint back from his prying hands. “I believe I deserve some compensation for my services first Punk.”

Hobie snorts when you pull the joint away, and settles on putting a hand on your thigh, gently squeezing it as you both sit on the couch. He waits for you to pass him the joint, “I guess I can’t argue with that. What do you want?”

#hobie x reader #across the spiderverse #hobie brown #atsv hobie #spider punk #spiderverse x reader

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slutforavatar · 2 years ago

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“Thank Eywa”

Neteyam x Human!Reader

Warnings: fluff, Neteyam being a sweet bby 😌

Y/n is human meaning she needs a mask to breathe on Pandora, or so everyone thought.

“Come on tayem” i groan as I grab his arm and i try to pull him up off the ground “‘m’to tired” he groans I scoff “you’ve had enough beauty sleep now get up I wanna go on for a ride” he pulls his arm out of my hand and opens his eyes “fine” he rolls his eyes then sits up slowly. I smile in victory as we walk towards his Ikran “I own you, your my little pet now” I laugh referring to how he listened to me about going for a ride “oh shut it you skxawng” he rolls his eyes then jumps on his Ikrans back while my feet are still flat on the ground “a little help please” he chuckles then jumps off his Ikran “what would you do without me y/n” he places his hands on my waist then lifts me up effortlessly so I can get on Ikrans back then he jumps back on.

I close my eyes as I feel the wind blowing through my hair, what I would do to feel the Pandorian air blowing on my face, to feel free but no I was stuck in my little human body with this mask stuck on my face, I sigh and I slump my body down and it’s like Neteyam read my mind “whats wrong y/n?” he slows down the Ikran “nothing” I perk back up, not wanting to ruin the day. I lean back on his chest as we speed up again, I sigh once again, I’ll never be able to smell his scent, breathe the air of Pandora and Neteyam cant even touch my face. Neteyam and I have been friends since forever, I was found hiding under a broken tree branch outside of the forbidden shack just as a child and the Sully family immediately took me in. Me being a few months younger then Neteyam made us click instantly we’ve been bestfriends since the moment we met, but lately I’ve been wanting to be more then friends I want to be his number one girl, his mate, his partner but because of my stupid demon blood we’ll never be compatible and I hate myself for it.

“Y/n we’re here, grab your stuff and follow me” Im bought out of my thoughts by Neteyams soft voice “yup” I mumble quietly as I grab my testing kit. “Woah look at this” my voice echos through the dark cave thats dimly lighten by neteyams noen bodys glow, I walk over to the clay paintings on the walls “these must be hundreds maybe even thousands of years old” I stare at the paintings in awe, I run my fingers over the smooth paintings as I take them in, its a painting of an Omaticayan family, 4 kids and 2 parents I smile “y/n quickly look!” I hear neteyams voice echo and I walk towards him, hes looking up at the roof of the cave and I follow his gaze. “Oh my” my jaw drops as my eyes meet the sight of illuminating purple crystals “its…it’s beautiful” I laugh softly, I reach over into my bag to grab a small tester tub to take back to the lab, I reach up to grab a piece of the crystal and to my luck a piece breaks off in my hand, a wide smile spreads across my face “teyam look” i reach my hand out to show him the crystal in my hand. But then pieces of crystal starts falling from the cave roof, one hits the glass mask i am wearing shit. It crackled the glass, I look over at neteyam as worry spreads across my face, he rushes over to me “shit shit y/n we need to get you back to the lab and get you a new mask, take small breaths okay” he grabs my hand and drags me towards the Ikran, I take a deep breath and i feel fine? I take another and another and I’m still fine? “Neteyam..” he turns to me, worry written all over his face “what is it” he quickly pulls me close to him and inspects my face “I can breathe fine” I take another deep breath, he raises an eyebrow “what do you mean?” I feel his big hand placed on my bare back and my face flushes “i dont need my mask, i can breathe finw” i giggle loudly “w-what i dont understand” he stands back and looks at me confused, I move my hands to the mask then I rip it off my face “i dont know how I can survive without it but i dont need it” i smile widely. I look up and I see the 8ft blue boy approaching me, his tail swinging side to side like crazy and he grabs my face and pulls me closer to him then crashes his lips on mine, i stand in shook, my eyes wide open and my body frozen. My bestfriend is kissing me. He is kissing me. I then close my eyes then I kiss back, our lips molding together, his soft lips connecting with mine ignites a fire inside me. He runs his tongue across my lips and my heart skips a beat but then he pulls away, I look up at him confused “Thank Eywa now I can kiss you all I like and theres no mask stopping me” He smiles widly then crashes his lips back on mine.

Part 2??

Very short one but I am tired its 5am and I haven’t slept sorry 🥲

#neteyam imagine #avatar way of water

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madiomens · 1 year ago

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Just Pretend [n.s.]

Chapter Three

Ten hours later, a plane ride full of Noah and me getting to know each other, a couple horror movies and a nap we landed in Ireland. A car was at the the front to pick us up with a trailer attached for all of our luggage and the guys' equipment. I slid in the back beside both Nick's since my legs are the shortest out of all of us before we set off for the hotel we were staying in for the next few days. The band has three shows in Dublin with a couple days off to prepare before, so we would be able to get to know the area a little bit.

"Maddie, have you ever been to Ireland?" Folio asked from beside me.

I shook my head at him. "Farthest I've been is Mexico." I said with a chuckle.

He laughed. "I bet you're excited then."

"Very." I said, slightly wiggling my toes in excitement.

"Normally the first night in a place we get absolutely sloshed then spend the next day trying food and taking naps, if that appeals to you." He said, eyes sparkling in excitement for what's to come.

I grinned. "Sounds like my kind of time." I said.

He cheered and slapped the roof of the van happily as we pulled up to the Airbnb we were all staying at. I laughed as we shuffled out and grabbed our bags. We put in the passcode to enter the house and walked in one after the other, the sound of our wheels rolling on the wood floor echoing around us.

"Everyone just claim a room to stay in and get some rest. We got a party tonight." Noah said, causing all of us to cheer.

"Maddie, I will be knocking on your door at 6 pm sharp later tonight so we can go pick out some liquor and get some food." Folio said.

"Sounds good to me." I said with a smile. "What time is it now anyways?"

"4 am." Nicholas said with a yawn, causing me to chuckle. "I'm gonna go claim a room." He said before lazily walking away to a connecting hallway.

"I think I'm gonna go do the same." Folio said, Jolly following him.

I turned to Noah, who was pulling his hoodie over his head and stifling a yawn. "Wanna make the last room decision?" I asked.

He shook his head. "If it has a bed I'm sold." He said with a chuckle.

I smiled at him. "Goodnight."

"Goodnight, Maddie. Thank you for agreeing to be here." He said with a sleepy grin.

I grinned back at him. "Thank you for having me." I said before turning to make my way down the hallway of the bedrooms, slinging my carry on bag further around my shoulder.

I walked into the first open door and softly shut it behind me after flipping on the light, the sound of Noah doing the same in the room beside mine ringing out. I looked around the room and was met with grey patterned walls and black furniture. I walked over to the closet and flipped the light on, contemplating emptying my suitcase and hanging stuff up but quickly changed my mind when my eyes landed on the large fluffy bed in the center of the room. I turned the closet light back off and hopped onto the tall bed, falling face first with a deep sigh. A soft grin slid its way onto my face as excitement began to hit me once my reality sank in. After a few moments my eyes slid shut and I was out to the world.

Eight hours later I opened my eyes after a yawn, stretching out my tired limbs. I squinted as the sun hit my face between the blackout curtains and I groaned, rolling over to shove my face into my pillow. I pushed myself out of bed and grabbed my toothbrush and toothpaste from my bag, walking over to the bathroom connected to my room. I opened the door and squinted against the bright light that was already on. My eyes landed on a very shirtless Noah standing at the sink, leaning against it with one arm and brushing his teeth. I jumped when I saw him, quickly turning around so I wasn't looking at him anymore.

"Oh my God, I am so sorry." I said quickly, my cheeks slightly warming up.

He chuckled as he spit into the sink. "I'm not naked."

I slowly turned towards him, peeking through one eye to make sure he was in fact decent. "Sorry, I thought this was just a single bathroom."

He rinsed his toothbrush and placed the cap on it, setting it beside the sink. "I did too and definitely opened the door to your room thinking it was some sort of closet."

I laughed as I wet my own toothbrush. "So you were being nosey." I said, putting toothpaste on and beginning to brush my teeth.

He laughed in return, turning around and resting his back against the sink. "Do you not go through stuff when you get an Airbnb?"

"Oh I definitely do." I said, mouth full of toothpaste.

I leaned down to spit into the sink as he chuckled, a yawn escaping his lips. "God, I'll never get used to jetlag."

"I've never experienced it to to this level. I feel drugged." I said, rinsing my toothbrush and placing my own cap onto it.

I turned to face him, his eyes quickly flicking back up to mine from where he was looking. I slowly looked down and realized I was currently only in an oversized t shirt, no pants or bra on, just a pair of black lacy panties.

I quickly looked up at him and yanked my shirt down lower. "I am so sorry. Again." I said, stifling a laugh.

"Don't even apologize for that." He said, eyes involuntarily darting down to my chest and back up to my eyes.

We held eye contact for a few moments, my breath caught in my throat as his eyes bore into mine. I took a deep breath and broke our eye contact, setting my toothbrush down and turning to walk into my room.

"Alright, I'm gonna go see what there is to eat. Meet you in the bathroom again sometime." I said, closing the door behind me and hearing his chuckle from behind it. I furrowed my brows and smacked my forehead as I leaned my back against the door. "Meet you in the bathroom again sometime. Stupid." I said, mocking myself.

I sighed and walked over to my suitcase to quickly hang up the stuff that needed to be hung up and placing my foldables into the tall dresser beside the closet. I slid on a Black Veil Brides hoodie with some leggings, deciding on the thicker material ones when a shiver went through my body. I started to realize October in Ireland is about ten times colder than it is in California when I saw the chill bumps on my arms. I pulled out the argan oil from my bag and squirted some into my palm to run my fingers through my black waves to try and smooth them out. I slid some black socks onto my feet before putting my phone into my hoodie pocket and leaving my room. The smell of food hit my nose as I turned the corner, my eyes landing on Noah and Nicholas cooking. They both turned to look in my direction, friendly smiles landing on their faces that were partially covered by the hoods on their heads.

"Hi, Maddie. Just in time for lunch." Nicholas said as he turned the stove off.

"Did you cook for everyone?" I questioned as I slid into one of the barstools at the center island.

Nicholas nodded as he began filling bowls with the ramen they made. "We normally do if all of us are in a place together. We like meals together."

I poked my bottom lip out as he slid me a bowl with a smile. "Thank you. I love how you guys eat together."

Noah grinned as he sat down beside me. "Like a family."

I smiled at him as Nicholas sat on the other side of him. "Which means you're part of the family now." Nicholas said.

I let out a soft laugh and looked down at my bowl of ramen as I chewed on the inside of my lip to stop my smile from growing. We settled into a comfortable silence as we began digging into our bowls, all releasing mmm's at the same time.

"Why is it so quiet out here?" Folio questioned from behind us.

I turned around as I chewed to see him and Jolly walking towards us, their hair sticking up in different directions from the deep sleep they got. I chuckled and held up my bowl of noodles, their eyes getting wide as they hurried over to the kitchen to get their own bowls.

"Maddie's eating family noodles!" Folio mumbled over his mouthful. "I knew she was a keeper."

I smiled at him. "Happy to be kept."

By the time we finished our noodles, conversations, and cleaned the kitchen it was pushing 4:30. I pushed myself away from the bar and stretched my limbs out, my back and hips sore from sitting in the barstool for so long.

"Maddie, are we still going to the store at 6?" Folio asked me as he stretched as well.

I nodded. "Yes! I was just about to say I'm going to go take a shower and get ready to go. Come get me when you're ready, I'm in the first room."

He gave me a thumbs up before I turned to go to my room. I shut the door behind me and grabbed a pair of black skinny jeans from my closet and a more fitted band hoodie from my drawer. I smiled softly at the front, one of the first Bad Omens logo's stretched across it. I pulled all of my makeup, shower, and skin care items from my suitcase and carried everything into the bathroom, setting my shampoo and conditioner along with my body wash on the shelf in the shower. I started the shower to begin heating it up and walked to my room to pull out a pair of clean panties and a bra to put on after, grabbing my phone charger to plug it up in the bathroom. I turned my music onto shuffle and threw a clean towel and washcloth over the top of the shower before stripping out of my clothes and stepping under the warm water.

The sound of Flyleaf's All Around Me echoed around the room as I softly sang along while washing my hair. I quickly finished my shower and turned off the water just as Lips of an Angel came on my phone. I bobbed my head at it, humming along while drying off my body. I stopped what I was doing when I heard Noah's voice from the other side of the door. He was singing along to the song, adding vibrato in extra places effortlessly in a way that sounded like a siren. I chewed on my lip as I listened to him, reveling in the velvety sound. I slowly started to continue drying off as my eyes closed in a trance, haphazardly getting the droplets out of my hair. A smile slid onto my face as I wrapped my towel around me and picked up my hairbrush to get the tangles out while cold water droplets slid down my back. I scrunched my hair with my hands before opening the door to my bedroom to let some of the steam out, loving the fact that I will get to hear Noah's beautiful voice in person on a daily basis.

I quickly slid on my clothes and socks to warm my body up and scrunched my hair once more with the towel before hanging it up to dry. I rubbed the mirror to get rid of enough fog to see my face and began applying some quick makeup. I stuck to brow gel and some mascara to keep it light and walked to my bedroom to pull out my perfume, spritzing a couple sprays along with a scent enhancing oil on my wrists and neck. A knock from the doorway to the bathroom caused me to stop humming and twist around to see Noah leaning against it, sending him a quick smile while I arranged my perfume, deodorant, and oil.

"Hey. Cool with you if I come with to the store?" He questioned with a lazy side grin.

I furrowed my brows and nodded my head at him. "Yea, of course."

"Cool. I think Nicholas and Jolly are going to stay here and prep for tonight." He said, crossing his arms across his chest.

I squinted my eyes and stood up straight to cross my own arms. "What exactly am I getting into agreeing to a Bad Omens party?"

A laugh escaped him as he dropped his head backwards onto the doorframe, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down. "We might be a small group but we can get a little..wild I guess on the first night in an extended place. Bryan and Matt join us too for it." He said, bringing his head back down to look at me.

"So, I should probably get some Gatorade and headache medicine too is what I'm hearing." I said with a chuckle, taking a couple steps closer as my own head dropped backwards to look up his tall frame.

"I would get multiple of each." He said before turning to leave my room, his laugh echoing through the connected bathroom.

It's about to be an interesting night.

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Seen & Heard || Chapter 1/2

Fandom: Xmen

Warnings: training fight description, but nothing serious Wordcount: 4015 Summary: The most important thing in any relationship is to be seen and heard for who you actually are. -----------------------------------------------

Some of the best moments shared with her were when they were just hanging out together. Kurt watched the clouds lazily roll on by in the blue sky above, both mutants with their backs against one of the walls of the mansion that currently enjoyed some lovely shade. He heard a slight groan besides him, and Kurt's eyes instinctively flicked over to his friend.

"Are you alright?"

"Yeah," Miranda muttered, trying to ignore the cramping feeling in the lower half of her torso, "it's fine; same nonsense every month. You’d think being a mutant and the “next step in evolution” would mean the higher forces that made us would update some of the previous poor biological design choices like this fucking blood moon cycle every month, but no.”

She watched as he processed what she was saying, with him looking away in ever so slight embarrassment when it clicked what she was talking about. Not that it was anything to really be embarrassed about, but he could only imagine how annoying it was. “Sorry about that.”

“Eh, it’s whatever; you get used to it,” she pushed herself back up a little, thinking for a second before rolling her head over to him and giving him a small grin, “you wanna see my cat summoning spell?"

"Your what?"

"You heard me. Watch,” pushing herself off the wall, Miranda wandered off to sit down near the rosebushes. Kurt just waited where he stood; a few moments later did he hear the soft thud of something landing after jumping from the roof. A black feline immediately trotted over to where she sat and all but dove straight into her lap, curling up with a purr so loud Kurt could hear it from where he was standing. He couldn't help but laugh, walking over to the two and looking at her with a smile.

"Quite the summoning spell."

"Isn't it?" Miranda agreed, softly petting the cat that only resulted in louder purring, "yeah, you're the best little lawnmower that won't start, aren't you Noctis?"

Kurt only laughed more at that, the comparison both accurate and funny. He then looked at Miranda, tilting his head; "Noctis?"

"Yeah. He reminds me of... the night sky," the pause in her words was odd, as if she had intended to say something else but didn't. For a moment the only sound heard was the loud purring of the black cat in her lap.

"Comfy?"

"Very. This," she pointed at Noctis with her free hand, "is a better hot water bottle than an actual hot water bottle."

He was glad it seemed to help her, quietly watching the scene in front of him as Noctis settled in Miranda’s lap- and then he felt something approach. Or rather, something was approaching his tail; a part of him that sometimes seemed to just react on its own accord and it instinctively moved away from something reaching out to it. He looked over his shoulder, turning around more to look at the reddish brown feline frozen in place with one paw outstretched.

".... Can I help you?"

Big green eyes stared at him as if the cat was offended he even asked, pulling the paw back and bathing it with their tongue as if that had been the actual intent all along. The same green eyes looked over at Noctis, with an enormous sense of disdain at his display of affection to Miranda. Kurt couldn't keep a chuckle in, crouching down to the other cat. He reached a hand out to the cat, slowly, that was met with a rather haughty little sniff.

"C'mon, I promise I ain’t that bad," Kurt softly reassured, lightly turning his head to Miranda as he heard her laugh while she quickly tried to stifle it behind her hand.

"Sorry," she said, failing at keeping the sound of joy and amusement out of her voice, "whenever you turn German flavored Southern it's both so cute and so obviously Rogue shining through in your mannerisms."

Distracted as he was by Miranda, there was a weight on his shoulder and a slightly wet snoot suddenly pressed up against his cheek- he could hear the feline still sniffing at him curiously. But when he turned back to look at the cat, the feline in question turned their head away with only the very tip of their tail slightly moving back and forth. Kurt just shook his head with an amused smile, very slowly reaching a hand out to the ruddy feline on his shoulder.

“I’d be careful if I were you; don’t push your luck with Autumn. She doesn’t do much with me but stare like I owe her money, an apology for stealing Noctis’ attention away from her, or both,” Miranda dryly remarked, petting the black feline in her lap who was still purring up a storm and nuzzling into her stomach, “try not to get scratched because she on a whim decides she doesn’t want to be touched actually.”

It didn’t deter Kurt in the slightest as he very gently started to scratch the cat on his shoulder behind her ear. Autumn seemed to shudder every so slightly and quickly, before her big green eyes slowly blinked shut and the kitty silently leaned into the touch, turning her head just a little so the scratching actually got to an itchy spot she couldn’t reach.

“See, you do want affection,” Kurt said with a smirk, “you just don’t want to be obvious about it like your loudly purring friend in Miranda’s lap.”

“Mh.. reminds me of someone I know,” Miranda responded, feeling Kurt’s tail very lightly brush over her arm and immediately knowing he was trying to soothe her. She just focused on Noctis, gently scratching him under his chin and laughing softly as the cat just seemed to never want to cease the incredibly loud purring that came out of the comparatively small body. Kurt felt his heart flutter ever so slightly at the sound of her laughter. He pulled his hand back from the cat on his shoulder, and Autumn shook her head rapidly- had she been wearing a bell on a collar it would’ve sounded off like mad. Instead, the cat just looked at Kurt when the mutant made a soft kissing noise at her, pressing her little cat snoot against his cheek as almost a kiss in response.

“She likes you,” Miranda noted, “guess you have your own brand of cat magic in you.”

The warmth in her voice simply made his heart melt. It seemed like a perfect moment to have a deeper conversation about a lot of things on his mind, the soft serenity provided by the feline companions creating an atmosphere where it almost seemed right to say just about anything if only he dared to.

He didn’t, somewhat relieved when the watch looking device on his wrist played a little call tune signaling someone was trying to establish a connection. With a singular button press, a little hologram emerged.

“Ja, Scott?”

“I need your input on our next mission plan, Kurt. Meet me in the Professor’s office as soon as you’re able to.”

“Understood, give me a few minutes,” and with that he ended the call, gently taking the cat off his shoulder and setting her down besides Miranda, where Kurt had to try to not laugh at the immediate contempt the ruddy feline once more showed at the black cat still snuggled up to Miranda, “I’ve got to go. Are we still on for that training session next Friday at eleven?”

“Of course. Go, before Scott marks you tardy or something. He seems the type.”

“He really isn’t,” Kurt grinned, before teleporting off, leaving Miranda with the cats. The mutant turned her head, green feline eyes meeting her equally green ones. “One day you’ll stop staring at me as if I offended seven branches of your ancestry with my mere presence, surely,” Miranda dryly remarked, as Noctis finally got out of her lap just enough to boop his snoot against Autumn’s which was met with a very soft, little “mrr” from the latter.

"You must be really comfortable if you’re sleeping against an actual bear.”

As Kurt approached the two sitting in the middle of the danger room lounging about on the floor after their training. Miranda was indeed sitting with her back in the thick fur of the bear mutant, opening one eye as Nightcrawler came close. He watched her and the ursine she was propped up against curiously, while Miranda just shut her eye again.

"Yup. Rest break after sparring."

"You sparred with a bear?"

She felt the bear shift, resting its massive head on her shoulder with a questioning huff and smirked herself as she lightly patted it on the cheek away from her; "mhhm. Best way to practice dodging incoming danger is by getting charged by this big fella. Right, Ber?"

A big rumble of agreement came out of the big fuzzy bear before opening his mouth in a yawn, and Kurt drew back ever so slightly at the mere size of the teeth on display. Miranda however didn't move a muscle, not even opening an eye, and in her calm, unimpressed in the slightest body language Kurt sensed a deep level of trust in her friend. He tilted his head, tail swinging back and forth inquisitively as it was a curious sight.

"Wow. I think the only one as comfortable with such large teeth near their face is Logan. And he has the luxury of regeneration."

Opening the same eye once more, Miranda grinned and threw her free hand up in a peace sign; "skill issue, I guess."

Kurt couldn't help but laugh a little at that, further mesmerized by how Miranda just didn't care; not about the size of the bear mutant she was currently using as a throw pillow, not about how Beast or Morph looked in the forms they preferred- not even about how non-human he looked. His heart softened slightly at the last notion. There was something strangely comforting about how she never seemed to bat an eye at physical mutations.

"I hope you two didn’t break the danger room in your dodge practice. I have to go get some proper clothes on if I’m going to be in here for our training, Miranda. So give me like, five minutes or so?”

"Sure. Takes more effort to break the danger room than setting a bear loose in it.”

Said bear huffed as Kurt left, suddenly intently sniffing at Miranda's hair until she pushed him away a little, opening both her eyes and half turning to him.

"What?" she got a huff in response, more sniffing at her; when she thought about it a moment longer, she put two and two together.

"If you're wondering why my usual beachy scent is merged with sulphur, it's because Nightcrawler is my way out of actual dicey situations. I can't exactly teleport dodge anything on my own; you heard what happened with the Sentinel," she swore the bear was using rather human expressions when it almost seemed to raise an eyebrow at her, "don't give me that look." As the bear moved up, she leaned forward, lowering herself fully onto the floor as the ursine changed back into his human form. “Right,” the warm and low tone of the man’s voice did little to hide the fact that he didn’t fully believe her claim, “should you really be doing two trainings back to back like this, though?”

“I’ll be fine, Ber; why do you think I planned this in such a way that I had ten minutes of leisure time before my second training? It’s not that back to back.”

“Oh, just to snuggle with my bear form, surely,” Ber laughed, the sound low, hearty and contagious to the point that she started laughing with him. “One of these days I will lure Beast out of that lab of his, I will hug him, and then I will have it confirmed three times over that furry mutants like yourself and our blue friends all feel like teddy bears to snuggle with. You know, for science; three times is a pattern.” “Can’t wait to read that peer reviewed essay; the difference between messing around and doing science is writing it down, after all. I better get going; Ebak and Shadow are waiting for me, and you clearly have something on your schedule as well.” Miranda got up and waved casually as Ber left, doing some warming up stretches before grabbing her weapon of choice off the rack. With a subtle flick of the wrist she twirled the wooden staff around, approaching one of the training dummies in the room to get a bit of practice in. A few moments after her friend had left, Kurt teleported back into the danger room, holding back for a second just to watch her. She looked beautiful to him no matter what conditions the light had around her. In the colder light of this room she was as stunning as she was in the warm glow of the natural sun. His yellow eyes watched her every move, the gradual increase of speed and strength in her strikes; the practiced grace and ease with which she wielded the weapon even when she fell out of proper form and started improvising on how and where to hit. He shook the thought of, trying to stop his tail from wagging lest she turned around to catch him staring and have it betray his emotions.

Miranda had gotten so much better at finding her own fighting style since she had arrived at the mansion months ago, and Kurt wished he could claim most of the proper techniques she learned came from him. But Miranda trained often with Gambit, and just as frequently with her own team as she did with him these days. Speaking of training, though...

"Would you like an actual sparring partner?" he purred as he approached her, to which she turned around and gave him a soft smile, “seriously, a real enemy unfortunately won’t have the decency to remain stationary."

"Fair point. You want to grab your swords from over there, then?"

"Eh... nein" Kurt admitted quietly, "you've gotten a lot better, but I don't quite want you getting involved in one of my swordfights just yet."

I don't want to hurt you.

"The same opponent who won't be stationary won't have the decency to not stab me either, y'know?" Miranda dryly remarked, and Kurt had to concede she had a point. He wanted to say so, but he got caught in the deep emerald green eyes where a lingering sense of mischief was shining through, "how about you and I make a deal? If I win this fight, you have to bring your swords to the next training session."

"And if I win?"

"Well, then you decide when swords get introduced to our trainings, obviously," Miranda said with a grin on her face.

"... Deal."

As soon as the word left his mouth Miranda vanished from sight, taking- her weapon along with her? Kurt knew the staff was made of wood, but Miranda hadn't informed him that she could now take it along under her veil of invisibility. Despite really perking up his ears for it, deeply focusing on the sounds in his surroundings, he simply couldn't here where she was.

"You know what does kind of disturb me about your power?" Kurt asked, trying to phrase it gently as he knew Miranda wasn’t exactly the most thrilled of the bunch about the gift the x-gene had handed her, "that not even I can hear where you are."

"Blessed with soft feet," Kurt startled as she was suddenly back in view on his right side, calmly leaning on his shoulder as she spoke in a very soft tone, "if I don't want to be heard, you won't hear me. Call that whatever you want; haunting, disturbing… Gambit has taken to calling me ‘fifolet,’ and from what he told me that’s pretty much just a will-o-wisp."

She vanished again and he could only momentarily get a feel for where she was as he felt her pass gracefully with her back touching his as she was using him as a guiding line. But as soon as she reached his left side and let go, she vanished completely- he could again no longer tell where she was in correlation to anything in the room until one of the training dummies was twirled in some different direction.

“But I think you would call it a poltergeist,” her disembodied voice called and hauntingly echoed in the room, completely disorienting Kurt as he looked around in all different directions for what felt like minutes on end, until a sharp whistle drew his eye to one of the construction looking set pieces of the room. She sat on the wooden walkway, casually waving at him from her high perch.

"Hello."

"How did you even get up there?"

She just smirked at him, twirling the staff in her hand as if she was wielding an oversized baton; "I have my ways."

"Be that as it may, you're not exactly fighting me. You're just avoiding the confrontation," Kurt remarked, tail lightly swishing around as his yellow eyes were firmly on her. A far more mischievous grin appeared on her face before she vanished, giving Kurt all but five minutes to respond before she actually engaged herself in the combat.

Truth to be told, it was hard to fight someone he couldn't see and didn't hear. Having nothing but his own intuition to depend on Kurt wasn't exactly dodging or blocking the blows from her weapons like he wanted to, nor the kicks from her feet as she pushed him off balance that way. On pure instinct alone he pulled his tail out of her reach, hissing slightly in the direction he had sensed her reaching from- only to feel a light tap on his right shoulder that he immediately turned towards.

"On your left,” the haunting, whispered tone with which those words left her mouth genuinely sent a shiver down his spine as he flung himself back around in the direction her voice was coming from. It genuinely felt like he was up against a ghost that was deliberately messing with him; and how was anyone supposed to beat a ghost?

He hopped backwards, trying to create some distance between her and himself. Okay, this wasn't actually as easy as he had imagined, and on some level he was glad it wasn't because it showed how much she had learned. Letting out a deep sigh, he shut his eyes; trying to quiet his own mind as it was rackingly trying to find a solution. Taking his sight out of the equation completely, his already sensitive ears sharpened up even more; with that added level he could just about make out her footsteps. They were soft and hard to hear even like this, but he heard them none the less.

So as she approached him once more, his hand reached out and grabbed onto the end of the staff as he even heard that coming towards him. He huffed, the way she held the weapon being so out of proper form it was funny.

"That's not how you've been taught to wield that," and with a hard yank he pulled it out of her grip, the veil of invisibility immediately snapping away from it, "it's not a baseball bat, Süße."

"Give it back," Miranda simply replied, flicking her visibility back on as the advantage of it had been taken away.

"Nein," Kurt replied with a grin of his own, gesturing at her to come and get it if she wanted it back, "I'm not making this easy for you, either."

Miranda stared at him for a moment, probably concocting some kind of plan before she charged at him. The dodging and twirling between them familiar, Kurt truly didn’t have the upper hand like he had in their first training session together. Miranda had gotten quite good at using his techniques against him, but even so actually getting her weapon back was still not easy to accomplish this way as Kurt consistently kept it just out of her reach- then she closed the gap between them and kissed him.

With his brain too thrown for a loop by the sudden display of affection he noticed far too late that she sneakily grabbed onto her weapon, pulling it out of his grip and guiding it along her back. She broke the kiss mere seconds before shoving the staff to him like someone at a snooker table would do to one of the balls in play; and it hit him in the stomach hard enough to actually send him quite a bit backwards.

"Ow. That was hardly fair."

"Whoever told you I fight my fights fairly was lying or doesn't know me even half as well as they claim to. I don't fight to be fair; I fight when I must, and I'll do whatever to get out of a fight alive."

"Mh. You are forgetting one crucial thing though, if you don’t fight fair" Kurt mused as he approached her just a little bit and in the blink of an eye his tail wrapped around one of her ankles, pulling her away and up while he ignored her squeaks and yelps of protest as she was now dangling upside down, "why should I?"

He tossed her straight up only to catch her bridal style when she came down, yanking the staff back with his tail as soon as it was free to do so. Miranda was clearly taken aback by the sudden shift in their fighting as she was once again disarmed but now held even closer in his embrace. As soon as her brain was done processing it, she glared up at him before shoving her elbow into his stomach. It released his grip on her enough to get out of the bridal carry, grabbing his arm and fully pulling him over herself until his body had no choice but to obey to the somersault she threw him into unless he actually wanted to break a bone. He landed on his back on the ground with an oof as the sheer force knocked the wind out of him, and he didn't have enough time to recover before the end of the staff was pointed at his neck.

"You really should listen to Gambit more often, because this isn’t even how unfair I can actually get in a fight. You're lucky I didn't end up biting you like I did to him. Did he never tell you that?"

"... He did," Kurt admitted in a very light daze, holding his hand up in defeat and lightly tapping the end of the staff three times to hand her the victory of the fight. As soon as he did she pulled away, offering a hand to help him back up, "remind me to stay on your good side."

As he let her help him back up, his yellow eyes met her green ones that softened a little now that they were no longer in combat with each other. She closed the gap between them once more, pressing a light kiss to his lips before pulling back, "you already are, the fact that you got out of this unbitten should be proof of- mmhph"

He interrupted her by kissing her a lot more intently, tail wrapping around her waist to pull her in more as the two kisses she initiated had him longing for more of that affection. She matched his energy in a heartbeat, only breaking apart this time when they both desperately needed to breathe.

"And you say I don't play fair," she was breathless yet laughing, the sound lovely and warm to the point it made his heart flutter like it always did to her laughter.

"You clearly don't, Poltergeist," he responded just as breathlessly, stealing another soft, quick kiss.

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𝐓𝐮𝐫𝐦𝐨𝐢𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 (𝐈)

Eva just wanted to escape Jasper after she graduated high school, but recent circumstances have made it seem like an impossible endeavor. She's seen things she shouldn't have, heard things that should never be said, and felt things she should never feel. Maybe she'll make it out on top, or drown from the hauntings of her past. or An inside look into every character of TFP, their grief, struggle, past and present, through the eyes of my OC (with a little romance). *TW for abuse, psychological and physical trauma, kidnapping & death*

wc: 4941

𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚄𝚙𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙵𝚊𝚌𝚎, 𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝙱𝚕𝚞𝚛 𝙷𝚎𝚛 𝚂𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝

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The warm breeze brushed against her skin and ruffled her hair. Eva closed her eyes, cherishing the rare moment of freedom. One hand softly brushed through the strands of her wavy hair, while the other shielded her from the glare of the setting sun. She gazed at the desert in the distance, noting every cliff, cactus, and tumbleweed she could make out as she waited. The jingling of bells at the entrance of the K.O. Drive-In finally brought her out of her trance. Turning her head, she watched as Jack locked the door behind him before heading towards her.

The lean, somewhat muscular, boy ruffled his dark hair and patted his shirt as he walked down the sidewalk. Grabbing a nearby ladder, he propped it against the back wall and climbed up to the roof of the of the Drive-In. Sitting next to her, Jack flashed a heartfelt smile. His droopy eyes managed to widen, straight eyebrows rose and his dull face brightened.

Eva folded her dangling legs and shifted to face her body towards him before she asked, “Are you going to the dance tonight?”

He replied, “Like I told my mom, no. Experience suggests I should never cut a rug.”

With a slight chuckle, she continued, “How’s the job? Saved up enough for that bike yet?”

“If only Vince paid for his food, then I could probably afford it in about a couple hundred years.”

“Well, you can only do so much. Don’t worry though, when I get out of here I’ll help you get a bike.” Looking down, she points to a sleek, blue motorcycle parked right in front of the entrance. “Maybe even a sweet ride like that.”

Following her gaze, Jack glanced at the vehicle. “I’ve never seen that around.”

“Me neither. Wanna check it out? Maybe even–”

“No, I’ll just check it out.”

Jack made his way back down the ladder, helping Eva jump down from its creaky ridges as he did. In a hurry, he rushed over the the motorbike and set his lustful gaze on it. He delicately felt the seat, touching the unscratched leather surface with the palm of his hand. He moved further down, the sensation of cold metal against his skin raising goosebumps on his arm.

Entranced by the vehicle he whispered, “I love you,” before announcing, “It may take a few K.O. paychecks, but I am going to own a ride like you someday.”

“Ah, there’s the Jack I know!” Eva exclaimed, leaning against a lamp pole as she watched him.

As he began to sit on it, Eva rushed towards him, warning, “You shouldn’t play with things that aren’t yours you know.”

“Oh, come on. Just sit and imagine with me. The wind beneath your hair, as you feel the breeze caressing your face, the–”

“Fine, fine, I’ll get on, Shakespeare.”

Rolling her eyes, Eva sat on the bike, leaning her head against Jack’s back. She intertwined her fingers after her arms looped around his waist and lifted her legs to fit on the passenger foot pedals. Jack adjusted his grip on the handles, pretending as though he was going to drive it. Just as he was about to get up, the engine suddenly revved to life. Thinking it was an accident, Eva let out a chuckle.

She heard more engine noises coming from behind her, prompting her to turn her head. Two sets of blinding headlights were facing them. Before Eva could inform Jack, the bike backed itself onto the road and began to drive between the two cars. Caught off guard by the sudden motion, Jack tried to adjust himself so he wouldn’t fall off the bike as Eva held him tight.

She was too stunned to make a sound as she looked back to see the same cars tailing them. After jumping a few red lights and turning into random streets, the bike swerved into an alleyway, screeching to a halt. Both Jack and Eva took this as a sign to promptly jump off of it.

Heart racing, Jack questioned, “What are you?”

The breeze grew calmer, the alley became almost dead silent, and the bike’s engine died down to a hum. The few seconds of stillness were deathly painful, but what came next was utterly inexplicable.

The bike threatened, “I don’t exist. Tell anyone about me and I will hunt you down.”

Eva, ever more curious than cautious yelled, “WAIT–” but before she could finish, the bike was already gone.

Moments later, Jack and Eva broke out into a sprint attempting to escape from the two cars that had tailed them earlier. Eva panted furiously, losing her breath too quickly for her frantically beating heart to cope. Her legs moved almost automatically, barely touching the ground as they did. She looked to her side to see Jack sitting on the strange motorbike that had left them helpless.

Jack leaned to the left trying to grab hold of her hand as he yelled, “Hop on!” Though it took a few attempts, Eva was eventually able to jump back into her previous position behind Jack. Sweat ran down her neck and her cheeks were painted with a furious blush, yet her heart had finally begun to ease its pace. Strands of her hair stuck to her face, partially obstructing her vision, and the sheer exhaustion from the workout had left Eva falling in and out of consciousness. Jack’s reassuring voice became blurred into the background as she struggled to keep her eyes alert and open. She continued to resist the urge to give in to her fatigue but eventually fainted.

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Silence. It was all Eva could hear. Her body remained motionless lying on a hard concrete surface. The soft breeze blew dust on her face, forcing her to jerk forward and relentlessly cough. Disoriented, Eva swung her head from side to side, frantically searching for Jack or the bike that she was with earlier. All she was met with was the sight of dry leaves rustling in the distance. There was no voice to be heard for miles, no person to be seen anywhere, there was only her. Alone.

Laying back down, Eva looked up at the moon surrounded by billions of twinkling stars. Though the sky wasn’t as illuminated as it had been when the sun had shone, this night brought about a magical and rare sight. She was left in a secluded area, where not a single street lamp or traffic light could be seen, only miles and miles of an empty canal. It seemed that tonight, even the Moon decided to be accompanied.

“What the hell am I doing here?” Like nails on a chalkboard, her voice croaked. The dryness of her throat left her to sound like a piano out of tune, so horrendous to her own ear that she immediately shut her mouth and pursed her lips.

Jack wouldn’t leave me…but then what am I doing here alone? No. I refuse to believe that Jack would abandon me. Did the bike kidnap him? But why him and not me?

Eva’s attempt to grasp her situation was a futile endeavor given the scarcity of information she had so, to momentarily wallow in her self-pity, she rolled over to her side.

Something a few meters ahead caught her eye. Her curiosity overpowering her tiredness allowed her to hoist herself from the ground. Her tender hands were cut as the weight of her body allowed the broken pieces of concrete and other tiny minerals to jab into it.

Ignoring the thin stream of blood that flowed down her arm and fell from her elbow, Eva trekked forward, following the glow of an object at the other side of the canal. Reaching for the object, she observed the intricate symbols it had carved on the outside. Her blood seeped into its nooks and cracks, dulling the shine of the metallic box under the moonlight. Feeling all sides of the box, she pressed a button that unfolded the beautifully decorated exterior to reveal a book.

It was a leather-bound book, with a gold quill emblem on its cover. A loose piece of leather was wrapped around it, keeping it firmly closed. Seating herself back onto the ground, Eva set aside the exterior, unraveled the piece of leather, and flipped through the book.

She stopped at one page when the blood from her palm trickled and fell, highlighting one word: Megatronus. The mere unfamiliarity of the word enticed her to look into the book further.

Flipping to the beginning, the inside cover revealed the book to be the Covenant of Primus and the foreword beside it explained why it was even written:“To this day I could not tell you the beginning of our story–how Primus came to be, nor why, nor when. Though my curiosity burns me greatly, I have had to be satisfied with looking at the Covenant’s hidden stories, written in codes I cannot decipher, knowing that they exist, and knowing that there was a beginning.

Yes, there is a first page and prior to that there is a blank page. Today, I have set myself the task of translating and editing the Covenant of Primus so that it is meaningful for human contemplation. Since our fates are now entwined as galactic neighbors, you should have the opportunity to gain a greater understanding of who we are and where we have come from. The Covenant is our history–a full and lengthy record–of which this is only a fragment, but I hope that it proves a worthwhile and illustrative fragment that will satisfy your curiosity and allow you to develop a richer understanding of the personalities you have so lately met.

- Alpha Trion”

To Eva, it seemed to just be another immersive sci-fi novel; one that could keep her company for the night. With an aching body and a defeated will, she rested her back against the canal wall and began to read.

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The sun had almost fully risen, and Eva had almost fully finished. The inner corners of her eyebrows were pulled up and together as her eyelids sagged. Cracked lips mouthed the final few words on the last page of the book, as Eva bore her heavy eyes into the ink. Her exhaustion was amplified by the streaks of dried tears on her face leaving her a mess of emotions. Closing the book, Eva winced as the dried blood pulled at the skin of her fingers.

The pain reminded her of her loneliness. Jack had never come to find her, and it seemed at this point, that he never would. Though no one had any obligation to her other than herself, the thought of being completely alone was maddening. Yet, she reminded herself that to wallow in self-pity would be to condemn herself to struggle. Finally mustering the strength to leave, Eva repackaged the book into the box, just as she had found it, and carried it with her on her walk home.

A couple of hours later, she was able to relax in her bathtub. She had vigorously scrubbed off the dried blood from her forearm, flinching every time the soap water touched her wound. She then completely submerged her face in an attempt to let the fatigue fall and flow in the muddy water in which she lay. The heat from the bath relaxed her body, softening the roughness in her hands and feet. Begrudgingly emerging from the heavenly water, Eva passed out on the living room couch, wrapping herself in a fleece blanket to cuddle with.

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What the hell did I do? I just left her there and–

Rising his head from between his folded hands, Jack’s thoughts were interrupted at the sight of Eva walking into the classroom. The teacher seemed to be berating her about something, presumably her tardiness, but Jack was more concerned with how she looked to be. There were specks of dried blood littered across the length of her arm, the brown hues of it almost blending into her tan skin. Her eyes had visible bags under them and her mouth was very apparently set in a frown.

The school bell rang, indicating the end of the school day. As everyone rushed out, Jack stayed by the door waiting. Before Eva even took a step past the classroom entrance, Jack pleaded, “I’m so sorry.”

Eva seemed indifferent to his apology, if you could even call it that, and replied with a nod. Jack continued, “OK, let me explain. The motorcycle we were on turned into a robot and started fighting the cars that were chasing us. Then, one of the motorcycle’s friends tried to help but because they were losing, me and Raf ran. I tried to carry you, but before I could, one of the bad robots got you, and I…I thought you had died.”

Tilting his head to face her again, Jack was met with a bewildered expression. The shock was apparent on Eva’s face as she tried to process the outlandish story that Jack had just recounted. “I can’t believe I’m saying this but I believe you.”

As she moved to hug him, she whispered, “And, I’m glad we’re both OK.”

Jack took it as an opportunity to feel her arm where the remains of what seemed to be dried blood originated from. Slowly moving his fingers, all he could feel was her soft skin. Chalking it up to some dirt, Jack dropped his arm and released himself from her embrace to reply, “Me too.”

Eva headed out first, striking conversation with Miko Nakadai about her latest sketches near the entrance steps as Jack headed towards a smaller kid named Rafael Esquivel. Eventually, as the school parking lot began to empty out, Eva set out to get home and catch up on all the work that she had missed. One day of skipping school wouldn’t hurt her grades, but she knew that this sort of thing couldn’t happen again if she wanted to get into a good college.

She wanted to go somewhere far away, preferably the East Coast. Maybe somewhere that was colder than it was warm, after all, her favorite season was winter. And of course, she had to be surrounded by a student body who cared about their future as much as she did hers. It wasn’t that she hated Jasper, it was rather what the town represented.

“Your old man ain’t back yet?” A gruff voice from behind her boomed.

“Aren’t you tired of asking that every day even when you know the answer, Silas?” The man, Silas, quickened his heavy steps to be at Eva’s side. He kept his eyes forward as he continued, “Never. Now tell me, why didn’t you come home last night.”

“I don’t need to tell you. After all, we’re technically estranged.”

“Just because I’m not close to my brother, doesn’t mean I can’t have a relationship with my favorite niece.”

“Your only niece.”

“Listen kid, as much as that asshole may not care for you, I do. You’re family. Always remember that.”

“ I was out partying. OK?”

“Fine, don’t tell me. Just…let me know you’re safe every once in a while.”

“Yes, sir. Now if you’ll excuse me…”

“Alright, I won’t bother you any longer.”

Eva waved goodbye to the older man. She smiled at the reassurance that she had at least one parental figure in her life and that he would always check up on her every month. It was one of the very few constant routines in her life, and though she felt guilty disobeying her parents, she wouldn’t change a thing.

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After finishing all her work on Saturday, Eva thought that she deserved to treat herself by heading to the Drive-In to eat out. She had her beachy waves down to compliment her jeans and tank top. Putting on her favorite pair of tennis shoes, Eva began her trek. She put the strange book she had found days prior in a backpack along with a few snacks and water, eager to show Jack.

She hadn’t seen him in a while, so she thought she would be able to bump into him there. At the thought, Eva remembered how Jack had mentioned transforming robots. She would definitely be asking him about that.

When she arrived and sat at one of the booths in the fast-food joint, Eva couldn’t seem to get a hold of Jack at all. She texted, called, and even asked his coworkers if he was a no-show today. He was acting stranger than usual and that worried her enough to wait a few hours for Jack to show up.

When the sun began to set, Eva decided enough was enough and headed to leave. Walking into the parking lot, she noticed a car that looked almost exactly like the one that tailed her and Jack. She tried to take the long way home, turning at every corner she could see and staying near well-lit places, yet that didn’t work at all. The car followed her for about a mile before blatantly accelerating onto the sidewalk and hitting her hard enough to have her pass out.

She was conscious by the time the car had made it onto a strange metallic platform. Though weak, Eva could still move her body to fall out as soon as the door opened. Afraid to look back, she broke out into a mad dash to the nearest door she could find, praying that it was the exit.

To her dismay, when she slipped through one of the automatic doors, she was met with the body of a metallic monster. Its head had a sharp, angular design that resembled a helmet. Its mouth was agape, revealing a set of pointy teeth. Worst of all was the gaping hole surrounded by rusted metal at the robot’s center. Wires and tubes came from the ceiling into every part of its body. It was dying.

There was no time to sympathize. Eva had to figure out where she was and how she would get back home. Reaching into her jeans pocket, Eva tried to turn it on to dial 911, yet she realized her phone had died. There was no way out anymore, for the automatic door no longer opened in her presence either and she had no idea who she was dealing with. Why would robots want to kidnap her?

Deciding that there was nothing she could do at the moment, Eva climbed up the platform to seat herself against the ledge of the metal bed the robot was lying on. She crossed her legs, leaned back against the frame, and took out the Covenant. There was nothing else to do, and rather than allowing her mind to succumb to her fear, Eva thought she could re-read the book.

Everything seemed so surreal. This robot, her kidnapping, and Jack’s strange behavior. Things were changing, and Eva hated change. Reaching into her bag for something to calm her, she felt the strange book and recalled the vivid stories it contained. The characters, they didn’t seem fantastical anymore. Maybe if she studied the book then she could gain some semblance of understanding. Flipping the book to the first page, Eva chose to read it with more intent. She began to pronounce each word aloud to help her remember all that she would learn. And if not for that, then she would speak to give her creepy companion some company.

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The descriptions of these characters, the Cybertronians, seemed to resemble the robots that Eva had seen thus far, and that scared her. Closing the book and placing it back into her bag, Eva moved closer to the metal giant’s face. It had so many dents and scratches that it made her wonder if he was one of these characters.

She heard thunderous echoing footsteps in the hallway, warning her of the danger she was still in. She scrambled down from the metallic bed and hid in a spacious nook below the deck, just far enough to not catch anyone’s sight.

“Lord Megatron seems to be making some progress, but he is still far from waking. Soundwave?” A tall, slender robot with a vibrant crimson color scheme announces.

The blue and silver robot beside him, Soundwave, remained silent. His digital-like face had brainwave graphics displayed, soon replaced with a thumbs-up directed to the red robot. Both had a grayish insignia embedded into their shoulders. It was shaped with a sharp edge pointing on both ends resembling a trident that framed a menacingly angular face.

They stayed for a few more moments, staring at Megatron’s still body before heading out. Eva breathed a sigh of relief as they exited. Remaining in her hiding spot, she used her jacket as a blanket and leaned her head against one of its walls, mentally preparing herself for what was to come. She could only survive off of snacks for so long, she’d get bored of reading eventually, all she could do was pray that someone could save her.

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A week had passed and every day Eva would follow the same routine. Eat a bite of one of her snacks, drink a sip of water, read for an hour or two to Megatron, drink another sip of water, sleep, and repeat. She had barely any food left now and only a fourth of her water remained.

Her extended slumber was the only anchor to reality she had left. For most of the day, she would keep her eyes closed. Her back would lean against the cold metal wall, shielded from the cool air that spilled from the vents with only her thin jacket. And all she would do was sleep.

In her dreams, she found little solace, for they would always remind her of the life she had. Sometimes she would dream about her times with Jack at the Drive-In. Other times she would recall special bonding moments with her Uncle. One particular memory would always replay. The day her life had changed.

She was ten and playing on the swings. She would push with her legs every time the swing neared the ground and with each thrust, Eva soared higher above. She was flying, as free as a bird with no care in the world.

At her own pace, when her exhilaration wore down, Eva slowed and hopped off the swing in search of her parents. Though the freedom of isolation was exhilarating, she wanted to feel the warmth of company.

It seemed to her that they were playing hide-and-seek, for her thirty-minute-long search became a futile endeavor. When she had finally given up, she didn’t cry, she didn’t throw a tantrum, all she did was sit back on the swing. This time she closed her eyes, shutting her lids tighter with every kick of her feet so she could not be bound by the limits of sight. She wanted to feel freer than a bird, to fly high enough to find her parents wherever they may be.

All of a sudden she was abruptly stopped. Caught by a stranger no less. She knew who this stranger was, but she refused to accept his aid. Her parents always spoke ill of him, and being the loyal little girl she was, she kicked and screamed while his hand held the swing chains firm.

When she lost her shrill voice, the man said, “They’re gone. They left you.”

Her voice had a slight rasp to it as she responded, “They wouldn’t. They’re not like you.”

“I’m here, aren’t I? Now, where are they?” He was right.

Before she could respond, Eva would always wake up with tears streaming down her. Though she would never admit it, Eva missed her parents dearly. She didn’t lose them once. It wasn’t like getting lost in a mall or in a public area only to find her parents eventually. No. She lost them every second she was alive in the last six years. Every time she needed them and there was no one there. There was no end to this loss, for they were still alive. She grieved the souls of the living. She loved those who did not love her. And even now, she held onto her memories with them, seeking a comfort that was never there.

But she was able to find that comfort in June. She was the only mother Eva considered, for June helped Eva grow as a woman. She took care of her when she was sick, she cooked so she wouldn’t starve and she loved her like a daughter. Jack was just as welcoming for he was her best friend, her confidant, her brother. They were inseparable for as long as Eva could remember. Though recently Jack had been more distant than usual, Eva would invariably go back to sleep with the hope that they would be OK.

Eva had finished the book for a second time three days into her stay. Thus she opted to talk to Megatron as if he was her personal diary. These ‘conversations’, were the most productive she had ever had. Stuck in her own mind, she began to voice her thoughts, her fears, her desires, her plans, everything. Every once in a while, she would hear a light groan or see a finger twitch as though Megatron was responding to her words. It made her heart skip a beat each time, out of both fear and curiosity.

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The cold is crushing, bitter, and harsh. Her mind aches to be united with her soul as surely as the day moves toward the night. Her stomach churns in deep hunger like a crew battling a monsoon. The wails of their widowed wives are eclipsed by the rumbling emitted from her abdomen. Her peace in darkness was broken with a ceiling light. The storm had died, leaving shallow waters in its wake. The air stilled, kissed with the warmth of comfort. Eva awoke.

A melody of laughter and booming voices emitted from the other side of the sofa. Too weak to hoist herself above the cushions, Eva looked at the ceiling longingly. Their voices were like a secret hidden in plain sight. Close enough to hear, but too far to feel. Yet, their enthusiasm seemed short-lived, for they soon began voicing their regrets.

“…Did my best to finish Megatron’s story. Just couldn’t stick around long enough to see how it ended.”

They must be Autobots if they hate Megatron this much. Speaking of, is he truly dead? Eva’s disappointment scared her out of her wits. What was the tyrant to her, for her to care this much? He was callous and cruel, the Covenant lay a testament to that. Though, she didn’t need to worry anymore. She was safe, for her saviors were none other than the Autobots.

Heavy footsteps echoed against the walls of the large room as the mech made his way toward Eva, both intrigued and rueful. He walked with conviction, but his mind was a mess of self-loathing. Seeing her limp body resting on the sofa served as an inevitable reminder that he would always fail in the face of Megatron.

Optimus Prime always believed himself to have been a failure. As an archivist, as an advocate, as a brother, and worst of all, as a leader. The paleness in her face, the dryness in her lips, the weight in her eyelids, Optimus had thought her dead. But the batting of her lashes, the hint of a smile on her face, and the light blush creeping on her cheek had given him reassurance. Though he often fails, he does not repeat his mistakes.

Eva, completely conscious of her environment now, raised her head to be met with bright cerulean blue eyes. She knew who he was. She could tell by his demeanor and stature. He was the one and only leader of the Autobots, Optimus Prime.

“Hey there,” Eva contemplated for a moment whether it was wise to reveal her knowledge. He was still an alien, and though the Covenant detailed his motivations, there was no such thing as being too cautious. “Where am I?”

She didn’t need to reveal all her cards but she didn’t need to seem ignorant either. Eva had to be cunning to survive or who knows what other horrors she might face.

“We are in a secure military facility just outside Jasper city limits,” he answered immediately. “You are Eva, correct?”

“Yes, and you are…” Eva decided that playing coy was her best approach. If he was in fact the saint that the Covenant claimed him to be, then he would understand her skepticism. And if not…then it was a good thing that she tried.

“Optimus Prime. I alongside my crew are autonomous robotic organisms from the planet Cybertron. We have come to Earth to protect it from the Decepticon forces, notably, Megatron.”

“I think I saw him back at their…”

“The Decepticons control their operations from a spaceship known as the Nemesis.”

“Yeah. That.”

“I’d like to ask you a few questions if you’re up to it. I know you have gone through a traumatizing ordeal and I do wish for you to relive it.”

“Thanks for the concern, but I’m fine. Maybe in desperate need of a shower, but otherwise I feel fine.”

Optimus hesitantly nodded with a disapproving expression. Regardless, he motioned toward the elevator doors that stood a few meters from the couch on which Eva lay. She haphazardly scrambled off the couch, retrieved her backpack from the coffee table nearby, and slowly walked towards the doors, careful to not lose her fragile balance.

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honeyglz · 2 years ago

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Trying something new.

A/N - Hello!! This is my little treat for valentines day, I was supposed to do more chars but I wrote this in like few hours and valentines is nearly over soo..... yea. Be warned now, this is purely based off a non smoker's pov lmao.

Reader - GN (you/your/yours). Side note: I tried to do a gn but if u see the odd she/her pronoun pls ignore it. This was vry self indulgent

Pairing - Smoker!GN Reader x Izuku Midoriya

Au - None Im aware of. Time skip maybe??

Disclaimer - I do not own any of these characters only my depiction of Y/N/the reader

Warning! - Mentions and use of drugs (from the reader and later Izu), Smoker!Reader, tension???? The author having never touched weed in her life, inaccurate portrayals of drug use (maybe?), kisses and stuff, low spice kinda vibe. !!!!I DO NOT CONDONE DRUG USE THIS IS PURELY FICTION!!!!

-♡- ✮ Izuku Midoriya ✮ To say it was late would be an understatement, but here you both were, sitting on a roof of some fancy party you both didn't seem to care for. It was drifting into unholy hours of the night and with each passing second the thick scent of the joint you were smoking began to linger abit more on Izuku's mind. It wasn't that he cared, no not at all! Infact you had made sure he was comfortable multiple times, asking him over and over before you lit the rolled bundle of weed between your fingers, effortlessly might he add. You continued talking to him casually and for that he thanked god because he was sure if you took a moment to pause you would hear his heart thumping against his chest. Or maybe you would notice how his eyes kept flickering back to your hands, how his pupils were blown and for a moment he held his breath when you finally lit the joint. He hated how nervous he was getting. He was a pro hero for Christ's sake! The pro hero infact. Izuku seemed to be in his own little world, not that you minded much. A comfortable silence fell over the two of you, clouds of smoke blown out into the midnight sky. You leaned back, head falling comfortably as you basked in the moons radiance before carefully turning your gaze to Izuku. Who by now was staring intently at you. Or more accurately the joint that hung loosely from your lips. So focused on the burning joint Izuku failed to notice the way your eye's fell onto his, forest green seemingly hazy under the dim lit night. It took him a fair bit of time before his eye's suddenly snapped up to meet your own, sheepishly trying to hide the pink coat of heat that radiated from his face. He stilled for a moment, trying his hardest not to rip his eyes from yours. You looked up at his fondly for a moment, before something swirled in your eye's causing the poor hero to gulp unintentionally. You took the blunt from your lips, holding it between two fingers, eye's still glued to his as you spoke. The words fell from your lips like silk, drifting lazily into the wall of a man you sat next too. "You wanna try?" It was a simple question, simple enough for even a toddler to understand but something about it certainly hadn't clicked in his head. Because if it had maybe he would have answered in words instead of the obscure noise he made. Somehow between a high pitched yelp of a teenage boy and a stunned cry of a bird he had managed to land what he was sure was the worlds most embarrassing "huh?!" He felt asif he had been caught doing something he wasn't supposed too and the way you were staring at him wasn't really helping either. Your heavy gaze was settled onto his face once more, corner of your mouth turned up in amusement as you looked up at him through your lashes, smoke drifting out from your lips as you took a long drag of the joint.

God. God. His heart was racing as he tried to still his jumping nerves. I mean certainly you were just being polite. He had to be imagining things, imagining the way your head tilted so innocently, the way you licked your lips like you were egging him on. The night was cold but he felt anything but; he felt hot. Too hot. A moment passed. And another. And yet another before you re-enforced your question once again. "Well? What'll it be, Deku?" His hero name sounded like hot honey coming from you. Sweet and burning in a way that only made him want, no, need more. He found the words before he could think a straight thought. "Show me how to do it-" he paused for a moment, firm tone melting away as he took a small breath "Please..?" Your eye's widened abit, no expecting him to agree by any means. But regardless your hand reached up to his neck, fingernails scraping along the soft skin his adams apple bobbed under your touch. Slowly you brought your hand under his chin, tilting his head down as his lips sat ajar. Your fingers were gentle as you directed him towards you more. Stopping for a second as you looked into his eyes, hooded with anticipation. "Are you sure you want to try? You don't have to ya know-"

He knew what you meant (to some degree), and in return he nodded holding a shaky breath as you searched his eyes for a moment before continuing; now bringing the joint to your lips. Taking your time you began to work your way through the joint. One puff at a time you inhaled as much as your lungs would allow, leaving Izuku confused as you placed down last of the blunt. Finally you looked back up at him, before guiding his lips parted lips towards your own. Thick and heavy the smoke filled his lungs as your lips meet his. He was shocked, words failing him as he stiffened causing you to pull away abit, nervousness overtaking you for a moment. That was until he pulled you closer. Returning your advance ten fold; a throaty whine leaving him softly. It was messy as he leaned in more, lips capturing your own hungrily. Greedily drinking in every drop he could get as your hand left his chin, opting instead to run through his thick green hair. Smoke filled the space between you both, passion and desire driving you before the need for air became more apparent than any of you would have liked. Hesitantly you pulled away, leaving the pro hero breathless, hair messy and eye's blown out. Frankly if anyone had asked you this was the best he'd looked all night.

You took a moment to catch your breath, regaining your composure before you turned your attention back to the green hair man. You smiled at him before grabbing the blunt once again; slyly holding it up as you spoke. "Want another try?" He nodded wordlessly, before you handed him the burning blunt. Laughing at your own little joke you wiped the tears that pricked the corner of your eye's before a large hand turned your head. Izuku looked less than amused as he bought your attention back to him. "C'mon peaches we both know that's not what I meant" he said almost pouting before you let out another laugh, faking your own shocked innocence. "Oh, it wasnt?" "No it wasn't." Again that same pout. "Oh well, guess it's too late now." You sighed as you grinned at Izuku, clearly enjoy the poor mans suffering. You turned you gaze towards the sky as Izuku begrudgingly took a hit of the joint. What you didn't expect was to once again find your lips on his, this time the smoke leaking from the corners of his lips. You didn't protest leaning into his grasp while he took the reigns, leading your face towards his. Hand caressing the side of your face nudging you closer to him as he drank you in once again, insatiably almost. You both stayed like that until the smoke subsided and yet again air became a problem. This time Izuku opting to pull away, leaving you chasing his embrace much to his enjoyment. Now painfully aware of just how cold the night really was you found that same smirk you held earlier plastered on Izuku's face. "Very funny Midoriya." You said with a playful roll of the eye's only him to hum dis contently. Looking asif he had swallowed a lemon he cringed down at you, causing confusion to bubble up onto your face. "What?" "Thats not my name." He stated simply, low and quietly asif he was afraid to say it any louder. "Not to you, not after this" You smiled, before pulling his arm over your shoulders enjoying the comforting weight. "Alright then, Izuku" He hummed happily, resting against you comfortably. "That's better. Next time say it a little louder. I wanna see everyone's face when they see how pretty you look saying my name." -♡- A/N - pls be kind this is my first time postin anything like this and be aware that I do not swite smut so dont ask. Thats about it hope u enjoyed <3 Comment your thoughts and thank you for reading !

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atangledfate · 2 months ago

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He didn't exactly enjoy his odds in facing down Kitsunami, the kid was an absolute power house. Knowing what he could do was enough to put Mimic on Edge. But his real prize was already in hand, he had the one thing he was after this whole time! The Lemur had slighted him and she had to pay for that but more then that he knew hurting her would hurt Whisper and that was always the plan. Still the kid lacked raw combat experience he might be able to exploit that, but only as a last resort.

" Looks like we have ourselves what the humans call... a Mexican stand off..."

He wrapped his arm tightly around Tangle's neck from behind to keep her under control should she wake up. His knife planted firmly against her rips, so he could easily puncture her lungs if she gave him to much trouble.

" The real Question... do you have what it takes to end a life? you tell yourself you do don't you. But have you ever really done it before? Watched the life ebb out of someone slowly... that final moment between you and them... "

He tightened his grip on the unconscious Lemur as he stared directly into Kitsunami's eyes. a sly smile crossing his lips as he didn't believe he'd do it---there was a fine line between a hero and villain and Surge and Kit was desperately trying to remain heroes!

" Do it... Snap there like twigs... watch the life ebb away! SHOW them all you are a KILLER! let me see the REAL kitsunami! the little monster that Starline cooked up in a lab! "

In one fell motion Mimic rushed at Kitsunami! using Tangle as shield he kept himself behind her and used her body to smashed into Kit and shoved him out into the hall way and against the wall! He quickly jumped away from Kitsunami's appendages once he had him in the hallway and flipped back into the computer room! He'd swiftly kicked the door pad slamming shut the door and causing the locks to slide into place! Leaving Rough and Tumble and an all to angry Kitsunami alone! Kit believing he wouldn't sacrifice those two for his own ends was an absolute fool!

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Fang flopped himself down in his bike and tugged on his hat, and grit his teeth. It was unfortunate that his new boss wasn't the kind of guy you could just fail and walk away, at least not after taking his cash. As much as Fang wanted to take the deal his eye twitched and he turned to Bark and Bean.

" We can't ... cause i already HIS money... if we mess this up, it'll be worse then a little botched job. You know that already Bark... i know you dun wanna hurt no one but... ain't really got a choice, unless you wanna a nice pair of cement shoes... "

He pointed his gun at Rowan again and pulled the hammer back

" Gotta finish what we started... that's just the way it is. So you better fall in line Bark--- Bean, I want you to make an explosive big enough to take out this sub garage... the whole buildin' will come down after that... "

He glared back at Fang not liking the implications of this job, that was never part of the deal! He flexed his hands tightly and grunted in annoyance and turned back toward Rowan---seemed he had no choice! but he clearly didn't like it! He sighed and held his hands up ready to continue the bout with Rowan!

" BIG badda boomb coming right u----"

CLANG! the Duck felt something solid slam into his head and send up rolling across the ground! a large iron helmet had struck him clean in the head! as a slender figure dropped from the roof above and drove there head into beans! The poor Duck laying on the ground eyes swirling as any senses he had just got knocked out of him!

" Fang! i knew i smelled something rotten! what ever you are up to! i'm not gonna let you get away with it! "

She pointed at the air angrily though Fang was behind her---seemed she might not be able to see very well in that get up!

" PREPARE TO FACE JUSTICE! ... you uhh VILLIAN! "

She adjusted her helmet realizing she was yelling at the air she spun around to face Fang!

" like i said! PREPARE TO FACE JUSTICE!!! "

" ... you--- have got to be fucking kidding me right now...this day just keeps getting worse! "

He narrowly avoided having his jaw broken by that upward swing of Tangle's tail. The wind billowing through his false fur, and he could feel the tickle of that fur against his feline nose. He grit his teeth and was reminded just how dangerous the Lemur was even when she was going down. Whisper he could handle but this bitch was a different matter! He growled at the two skunks and BOOTED tangle in her rib cage hard enough to send her hurtling into the taller of the two skunks! The anger in his eyes all to apparent, as he stepped inside the room looking absolutely livid! He was so angry he lost his shape and reverted back to his base form.

" You two... are the most incompetent idiots i've ever met... you nearly spilled the whole plan! you didn't leave me any choice but to cover your ass! The next time clutch wants a delicate matter handled--- He could ask me! instead of relying on rookies and armatures! "

He hissed out at the two as he glared at the unconscious Lemur. He hoped that was enough to keep her down for at least a half hour, anyone else would be out for hours but he had a feeling she'd recover fast.

" You did what? "

His eyes turned upwards narrowly voiding the fennec's tendrils as he jumped back against the wall. He swift rolled between two of the tentacles and grabbed the Lemur by her hair and yanked her over in front of him! Using his knife and placing it against her throat and glaring at the fennec! He wasn't above slitting her throat and leaving the fennec to deal with the fallout!

" Stand down boy--- I know you are every bit the killer i am, but i also know you and Surge want to play the Hero. Well it'd look real bad if your first act alone was the death of a comrade... imagine what the wolf will do if her lover died because you were to blood thirsty... honestly i don't really care either way. "

" If you comply then I Win... if you don't comply she dies and i still win... so what will it be? Villain or Hero... what path will you walk boy..."

If Kitsunami didn't already think Mimic was a psychopath willing to kill at the drop of a hat. This was a keen reminder that he was fully willing to kill without any compassion. People could call Kit and Surge villains all they liked--- Compared to Mimic they were saints.

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The three's gazes went to the Wisp as it came in and Fang looked absolutely livid! But he wasn't about to give up either. He placed his hands on the side of his bike and growled at Rowan as his meal ticket was going down the drain! Still he had other ideas, and one he was more then willing to employ if he had to. This was just a delay more then anything else!

" Nah, i'd rather kill ya and take it off yer cold dead corpse... but besides i always got my back up plan... how do you think i got so many bombs through all the check points anyway... you should be askin' the important questions! "

He motioned to the tiny Duck who was looking rather distracted right now

" Bean.. time for your babies to go work... make us a bomb big enough to level this whole building! "

Bark seemed to stop in his tracks and his eyes went wide at the realization of just what Fang was about to do. A Controlled blast was one thing, not alot of folks would get hurt. But this wasn't that, if Bean went all out this whole building and everyone in it including them would get leveled! Sometimes he didn't think Fang thought this stuff through!

" Bean don't... we'll take the cash--- Ain't worth the headache... "

" But Barky... big badda boom... budda bang... "

" ... Not here, not now... let's just take the cash and i'll buy you some ice cream..."

" The hell do you think yer doin' Bark! you better think real hard before crossin' me! i swear i won't even hesitate to put a bullet in you! "

The bear and the Weasal seemed to have, an impasse with one wanting to blow the whole building and the other not wanting to go so far. Poor Bean seemed stuck between ice cream and big boom!

" Might wanna get a chair this could be awhile... i hate when mom and dad fight... don't you? "

#Decoy Octopus #Mimic #Adventurous Ring Tail #Tangle #Sorrowful Storm #Kitsunami #Double Trouble #Rough and Tumble #Triple Trouble #Bark #Bean #Fang #Stumbling Sungazer #Trip

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