#I’m making lots of pieces that I’m proud of. I wonder when this train will stop

[wynandcore]

You don’t know who you are, but you know that you should be someone.

[charlotteking23]

Hi I’ve recently gotten back into divergent so my Eric obsession has surfaced yet again😂

I’m also new to tumblr so I’m not sure if I’m doing this request thing right, so my apologies if it’s too much

I really enjoyed your head canon on Eric and was wondering if you could do another one maybe more geared towards him as a husband and father maybe some years down the road. I could see him having learned some self control when it comes to his anger issues. Maybe becoming a girl dad becoming a big softy which would be adorable, but still maintaining his asshole reputation somehow.

If you get a chance to write this I’d really appreciate it!! Thank you

Eric proposed to you after a year of dating. You told Eric beforehand you wanted to be proposed too, Why? There's no point in me proposing to you, you are already mine, Eric said rubbing his face annoyed. YOU WILL PROPOSE TO ME!! You screamed while hitting him.

You worked as a nurse so when the symptoms of throwing up, weird cravings, mood swings, and your period being late you knew you were pregnant. For precaution, you took a test confirming your suspicion, and you ran to tell Eric being overjoyed. What is it, honey? Eric said wrapping his arms around you. I'M PREGNANT! You Shouted waiting to see his reaction only to be met with silence, Babe are you okay? Eric looked at you and immediately spun you around in his arms with your legs wrapped around his torso.

Eric was extremely protective of you. He carried you down the flight of stairs because of the no railings, or you used the elevator. He made sure you ate a lot no matter how unhealthy it was, so a lot of chocolate cake. If anyone bumped into you or harmed you in any way whether emotionally or physically he kick their ass.

He was obsessed with the baby, and after the couple found out it was a baby girl, he was ecstatic wanting to spoil the little girl. She is so gonna be a daddy's girl, Eric said rubbing your stomach. How do you know? you said. Because She's my daughter, Eric said in an obvious tone.

Truth be told she was a daddy's girl, after she was born she only wanted her daddy. He was the only one that could make her go to sleep, so... Why do I have to go, it's your turn, Eric said still in bed rubbing his eyes tiredly with the baby crying in the background. Because She's a daddy girl, you said while putting the covers over your face feeling Eric get up.

At the age of 5, your daughter was handling knives and guns but was spoiled so much by her father that she favored him over you. You told Eric it wasn't a good idea to train her yet because she was so young but he did anyway, only the basics though. For her 6 birthday, she was given a pink knife and gun engraved was princess, ironic.

your daughter screamed and panicked whenever Eric was not there. She threw tantrums over the smallest things it was getting out of control, so you stepped your foot down. You told her that you were the mother and she had to obey your rules, She was not happy and yelled at you. Eric finally saw how his little princess was getting too spoiled... Princess Stop! Eric said with a firm voice, he realized how bad our daughter treated you and was not having it. [d/n] You can't disrespect your mother like that, Eric took away her guns and knives and had her apologize to you. You knew she was a daddy's girl but she was still your daughter and you weren't going to allow her to treat you like that. You forgave her but she was still grounded for 2 weeks.

By age 12 your daughter was maturing growing so beautiful with her long hair and beautiful blue eyes like Eric's. Eric was still an asshole to people but never to his family, he often compared his daughter to the initiates. Watch how my daughter throws the knives better than you pieces of shit, glancing at his daughter. She threw it perfectly right in the middle, the initiates looked at the little girl in surprise with a proud look from both her and her father. I want everyone to run and you won't stop till I say so...GO, Eric said firmly wanting to gouge his eyes out if he saw another initiate.

By the time your daughter was 16, Eric had moved up the ranks to head leader of Dauntless. Your daughter ended up staying in Dauntless excelling in training and becoming first overall in all her rankings only having 7 fears.

Eric was not happy, his princess had a boyfriend, and he had a reputation for scaring any boys who came close to his little girl. Oh, so you think you're good enough for my princess huh, Eric walked around the boy, giving him a fright. All-l do r-respect s-ir, the boy said shitting himself, Why are you stuttering, can't you speak right boy, Eric said leaning on his side while crossing his arms showing off his muscular arms. Daddy stop you are scaring him, His princess told him but he ignored her. Princess, why don't you give the boys some time to talk, his princess obliged leaving the men to talk. Can I get... before she could finish she saw her boyfriend leaving with tears streaming down his face. Look, we are breaking up bye, he left in such a hurry. She knew her father did this and ordered 3 shots of vodka, she was going to need it.

In the end, Your daughter was able to find someone who understood her and treated her like a princess. Eric approved of the boy for his daughter, 2 years after they dated he proposed to your daughter. you and your daughter went wedding dress shopping, planning the big invite list, etc. The wedding was extravagant and beautiful and you couldn't stop crying seeing Eric walk your daughter down the aisle and [d/n] saying I Do. You recall the memories that led up to this moment, you meeting Eric, the wedding, your daughter, the choosing ceremony, her wedding it was amazing with your family right by your side.

BTW yes Eric cried at the wedding. I am telling you, sweetie I am not gonna cry... 5 minutes later, Eric wiping his tears with a napkin. Not gonna cry right, you said with your arms crossed on your chest. SHHHH, the wedding starting, and my eyes are just leaking water.

[jocelynscrazyideas]

I Know You | Matt Rempe x reader

Inspired by the song I know you by Faye Webster

Warnings: heartache, salty fluff/angst, language, depression, mentions of death, (if you every need help I’m always here to listen and support you- always reach out and I’m here bubbas), the blurb is kinda long lwk. NOT PROOF READ

Summary: after wanting to follow your passion and go for a job you’ve been dreaming of, Matt turns down your dreams and shuts you out. You feel insufferable without him but feel unseen for your love and potential when you’re together.

a/n: I’ve been thinking abt Matt and I was listening to this song on the shower and I was like “damn, this is it.” So I hope you enjoy.

📚💬: Lando Norris? Or I could make a new blog and post there but yippee 🥳 OML and I know everyone likes my smut work more but im proud of this piece so don’t be mean. MATT REMPE WOULD NEVER DO THIS IRL (READ THSI WITH A GRAIN IF SLAT)

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I had recently been really verbal about my dream job, being a Social Worker. I grew up in a family issued home, and I had recently gotten out. I want to let people know that there is safety and secure housing out there. That’s why this job has always been important to me.

It’s off season, Matt is off ready to train for the summer. Matt, my boyfriend if 5 months had recently told me to reach farther than the stars. “The sky looks like the limit, but there are most definitely more than one universe out there. Reach for the impossible.” He told me. Matty supported my dreams until he found out the job I wanted to take was in Wyoming.

Now it seems stupid but, I’d go across the world to take the job- im determined to rescuing the unseen.

“You should stay! Find a social worker association in New York! Please.” Matt begged. For weeks he would buy me flowers and take me out to dinner.

“Matt you just don’t get it!” I yell from the other side of our shared bed.

“I know you better than I know myself y/n! Of course I get it.” He shouts in my face. He stumps towards me. I crawl over the large bed and run out the room. I slam the door. Running for my shoes.

“You can’t just run!” He screams from the top of the stairs. He watches me slide my shoes on, he runs down the stairs as he sees me darting for my water bottle and the keys to my car.

“You don’t get it Matt! I lived it! You didn’t!” I immediately shout, he takes a hold of my wrist. He scoffs and lets me go. Dropping my heart, my stomach, my air, and I leave.

I have a work cell and a personal phone. Matt has my work number but not the location so I purposely left my personal on the counter and left. “You left your phone! y/n!” He shouts as I get in the car.

“Keep it! That’s how you’ll remember me! How you treated me!” I mimic him. Mocking what I had thought was the love of my life- which clearly I was wrong.

He runs after me. I see him dash inside of the house letting the glass door shut into the frame. He rubs out of the house once more, this time sitting the door securely.

Surely he’s just going to the grocery. No. He’s driving after me.

I take a sharp left, right. I pass through a light, I turn into a neighborhood, behind a blue house was a path. I park in the Parking lot they had taht sits infront of a large pink and organge playground. I take my keys and let my water sit in the car.

I tie my shoes and sprint away. I make it to .14 miles and I check to see Matt isn’t behind me. No one is on the path. I set my phone down and I tighten my runners belt.

I stuff my keys and push my phone in. I put my AirPods in and stuff the case into the belt. I listen to sad songs to fuel my running crave. I stretch after that warmup.

I hear cars passing by. “I’m sorry, i am playing hide and seek with my girlfriend, she is hiding with my niece I was wondering if you have seen her.” I stand up from my stretches.

What the fuck.

I’m behind a wall of bushes that hide the running path. I slide my head over, I peek through. Shit.

It’s Matt.

“Her name in is y/n. If you see her just tell her to meet me at the green marble.”

Green marble. The place I took him when he had his first panic attack after an nhl game. I calmed him down at this lake and it was super clear- really beautiful. The green marble was the place we spend the most time at together, our first kiss happened here, our last date was here.

The real reason why we call it the green marble is because I was wearing a green dress and he had on socks that I made fun of, they were marble/ tie dye.

~

Matt turns as I jerk back. He made eye contact with me through the bush. “Y/n?” He mumbles. He apologizes to the stranger he was talking to and walked toward me. I ran. I ran to my car. Letting him think I was getting in. I watch him turn around and head to his car.

He thinks he’s going to follow me out of the park. Nope.

I take off. I start on a small jog towards the duck pond they have. I run around this pond about four times which lead to about 1.43 miles.

I get tired of letting Matt eat away my feelings. I run back to my car, I stretch before I get in and I drink my water. I’m covered in bug bites and sweat. It’s 92F out, I’m wearing pink gym shark shorts and a black bra from alo yoga. My hokas are worn down, and my Nike socks are covered in dirt.

I head back towards home, then I see Matt’s car isn’t there. He doesn’t park in the garage so I’m guessing he’s just out drinking his emotions away.

~

“Meet me at the green marble.”

I never him saying to the stranger.

~

I reverse my car out of the driveway and I head to the lake.

“You actually came.” He laughed. Matt got up, wiped his hands on his shorts.

“How many girls asked to take a picture.” I laugh.

My mom used to tell me, “sometimes you just have to be the bigger person, let the other person think they have won the argument, but really, letting them move on is the best win. Forgetting and forgiving is the best gift you can do for yourself, and especially in big moments and relationships you’ll have when you’re older.” I think about it taht all the time.

Does it work? Oh yeah. It sure does. Matt falls for it all the time.

Ms I doing it right now? Of fucking course I am.

Do you know how some people say that men push away their emotions? Yeah Matt is distant, and I want him to be more open. He just gets insecure.

~ after the beach ~

Matt tried to shower with me, and i was okay with the thought of us showering together again. Until, “bubs, the hamper is full again.” He spoke to me. He looked at me like I was the only one who was capable of doing siad laundry.

“Okay.” I stared at him. I didn’t shower. I put on pjs instead. While Matt showered I packed a go bag, you never know when you need it.

I stored the bag by the shoes downstairs. I ran back upstairs to lay in bed.

“Matthew. We need to talk.” I mumbled when Matt came into bed. He leveled his head to mine and pulled me closer to him. My back still facing his front I pull my hands towards my face. Covering my face from any chance that I could cry.

“What do you want ti talk about?” He asked and kissed my cheek. He lay back down on his back and sighed.

“I wnat you. I all of you, you here in New York with me.” He voiced.

I told him before he got drafted- when we were still friends, that I didn’t wnat him to leave. You know what he did? He left for New York anyway.

“I made a decision. You aren’t going to like.”

“Y/n. I love you, I will come to your senses.” He laughed. He thinks my words are jokes.

Before I tell him I am leaving, I get up. Sitting up straight, getting out of bed. I made this decision about for seconds after packing my go bag, “Matt, I love you. I also love myself, and- I… I wnat to go to Wyoming.” I stutter and I see him sit up. Without hesitation he looked at me like I was a piece of garbage.

“No. Y/n this is something we talk about together.” He shouted at me. Spot flies out of his mouth.

“It’s my job, they offered me a really nice deal, they house me for a year and that’ll get me enough money to buy a nice house. I’ll be able to pay everything off my name.” I present him the idea of me being successful.

“No.” He lays back down, thinking I’ll say okay, and sit with him in bed again.

That’s not what happened.

“If you leave right now, we’re done. Yiu hear me? If you leave the room, we are not a thing, we are breaking up if you go sleep on your car, or sleep in the guesthouse.” He adds before I stepped out of the room.

I left. I grabbed the door before leaving and I ran.

I shoved my bag into my backseat, I had extra clothes, I had snacks, my work cell, blankets, my personal belongings I was okay to sleep in my car for atleast three days.

~

It’s been a year without Matt.

It’s been a year without me.

When I was driving to a friends house to spend the night, I never made it.

A drunk driver had hit my car, I came flying out. Following that, another driver had ran a red light, running me over.

I had six broken ribs, a fractured wrist, I tore my meniscus and my acl from landing on the pavement.

When Matt came driving behind me looking for me, it was only after Sarah- my friend I was going to spend the night, with called him.

“Hey Matt, um, y/n didn’t make it to my house. She said you guys are getting in it and needed a place ti stay. It’s been an hour since she said she’s on her way, it only takes 15 minutes to get to my house.”

“Okay? Maybe traffic?” He answered.

“No Matt, you’re not listening, it’s 2:07 in the morning. There is no traffic, we’re in the suburbs, no one is up right now except drunk drivers, I have something in the oven because I thought she would wnat a dinner but she never made it.” Sarah sounded sacred she couldn’t leave.

“Okay fine. I’ll go looking for her.”

“Matt, it was always going be you looking for her. If I went out for her, she would have left you.”

~

I was on the cold black pavement waiting for someone to come get me. I couldn’t move. My lungs are crushing, my car is broken, the drivers taht and hit me all drove away. So much pain is going through my body it feels like nothing is happening.

I took a different way then I normally would have taken, just in case Matt came looking for me.

“Matt..” I kept whispering. I’m bleeding everywhere. My head is cracked open. My arm is twisted in ways it shouldn’t be.

I try rolling over, I could not get on my side, but before I feel back down, I felt my stomach. My actually guts. My actual organs were in my hands. I rolled back down in the cold now flooded with blood road.

I see a car roll up towards me. I know that car.

“Matt?” I cough out blood. I can’t see.

“Baby?!” He called 911.

He curled over me. Putting pressure onto my open wounds.

I know better than to pass out, but I give up. I felt my heart beat slow and I fell asleep.

Alseep forever.

~

At the hospital I was out in machines to stay alive. There was 5% taht I would wake up again, but I would not be able to function the way I could before the crash.

Matt stayed with me for days, he never left the hospital grounds he was always there, he showered at home but that was only during non visiting hours.

He would talk to me.

“I know baby.”

“It’s okay. I know you.”

“You can go. I’ll be here doing this for you.”

“I know you.”

[tsuki--sora]

helloo i was wondering if u have any tips on how to start learning how to draw?? i’m gonna try it for the nth time and force myself to not give up and since i absolutely LOVE ur art i was hoping you could help me?? thank you in advance and have a happy new year 🥰

omggg i just saw this :O!! i havent been around here so i didnt see :C but anyway!!! im not sure what advice or tips to give tbh so ill just share some things that helped me 🙇

knowing what im drawing (basically...using reference lol ) u might've seen this tip a lot but its true 😆 think of it as like... training wheels on a bike AHSAHSAHHA u use training wheels for some time until u can be good enough to ride a bike without them or something like that.... its the same with using reference. u have to know and get familiar with what an object looks like first before you're able to draw without it and with confidence. tbh i dont always do this bcos sometimes i just wanna mindlessly draw ykno 😔 and thats okay as well!!! just remember that reference is very helpful when u hit a dead end with ur artwork :D also learn from real life!! look around u! sometimes id stare at something and nod in understanding. ----------------------------------

draw what u love <33 honestly, i only got back into drawing when i went down the vtuber hole a few years ago LMAO i would draw vox akuma eveyday 🙂‍↕️ and then my love for one piece got revived so now i draw my favorite characters every chance i can get bcos its all i can think abt!!! its honestly a good motivator. ----------------------------------

accepting and learning from mistakes ive always struggled with perfectionism and that really took my enjoyment and love for creating🥹 and that also stopped me from experimenting and exploring coz id always think that it wont come out as i hoped it would. SOOOO for the past 2-3 years i think?? i make it a habit to STOP ✋ being super critical when i see or make a mistake. the perspective is wrong? noted. the anatomy looks wonky? okay!! i let them exist in my artworks bcos how would i even know where to improve in if i dont know what it is 😅 i also make sure to keep those errors in mind so i know what areas i should be working on. u can always correct them on ur next work!! and the next!! again and again!!! its never-ending! ure always improving, always learning. ---------------------------------

i also have a board of artworks and styles that i really really like and i look at them when i need inspiration hahaha sometimes u just have to scroll thru pinterest for hours and draw nothing lol

personally, i think one doesnt have to draw everyday to be good. i mean, you can if u want to! but u might burn out fast if u force urself to draw everyday. just.. pace yourself. remember to rest and be good to yourself as well :))

thats all i can think of right now. i feel like i could share more but im just not good with words or explaining things. forgive me 😔🙇 our experiences may differ and what helped me may not be of use to u,,, but i hope this can help u even juuuuust a bit :"D be proud of every piece u make. u worked hard on it after all <33

(also sharing my art throughout the years!)

[kinnikumanlovings]

I never made a request before but I glad to see more love in the fandom! It is possible to have Buffaloman, Kinnikuman, Brocken Jr., Warsman relationship headcanons with a s/o who’s a female Chojin with similar powers as Boa Hancock from One Piece or personality like Nico Robin? I’m sorry if it’s too much, you can do one character if it’s easier for you if you like.

I haven’t put a chara cap on things just yet so you’re good! And oh what an interesting combo~ Let’s see how these boys fair with such beauty and grace!

Buffaloman, Kinnikuman, Brocken Jr, Warsman x F!Chojin S/O HCs

Buffaloman

Talk about a powerhouse couple, my goodness! Buffaloman acknowledges her strength and beauty only when he wants others to know just how amazing his SO is. He’s not the best at expressing his feelings directly to his partner at times but he dares anyone to question her ability. Because he will make it a known fact exactly how he feels about her as if that is the only fact that exists in the world.

He finds her power to be unique and impressive to witness being unleashed against her opponents. Almost taking a bit of selfish pride in her abilities. Maybe this is partly because he spars with her so he knows just how good she can be in the ring and out of it. He values that his partner is also smart as well. She’s not one to be easily out bested and I pray for you if you disgrace her in any way because the first person you’d have to answer to will be Buffaloman. He will not stand for anything less than respect for his partner and doesn’t care who you are. There are no exceptions.

Kinnikuman

If this woman has the same power Boa does, their first meeting results in him turning to stone. He’s weak, WEAK to her charms and looks he cannot help but fall for her on first meeting. Begs her to be his fangirl because how could she no? They would make such a gorgeous and powerful duo! Of course she’d say yes!

Everyone who knows them is baffled why a smart and beautiful Chojin would be with someone like Kinnikuman. If asked about their relationship she most likely will give the reasoning of “he makes me laugh and feel loved” because it’s true! He’s a silly guy with a big heart and even though there are times she feels unsure of depending on him, Kinniku will be there for her when she needs him most. He’s the type to show off and brag about how wonderful his SO is to anyone who’d listen (and those who won’t suffer a bit). They have the “yapper and listener” dynamic as she happily sits and listens to him boast about his victories and make him sound so much cooler in his retelling then the actual events. She knows what’s true and what’s false but she lets him give his version because she adores listening to him regardless of the accuracy.

Brocken Jr.

Being on the younger, less experienced side, I feel like Brocken Jr. also ran into the unfortunate fate of getting turned to stone by his (future) SO. I feel it was a bit more involved than Kinniku, in the sense it wasn’t on sight as much as simply a moment of weakness. He’s kinda embarrassed about it to this day but is a good sport about it when his friends tease him for it. Cause who can blame him, his SO is indeed gorgeous. Outside of that incident, Brocken is very respectful and proud to be his SO’s partner. He is quick to cheer her on in the ring and first to be there if something happens. He wants to be their support, someone she can turn to when there’s trouble or concern.

Something sweet between them that they share is a love of reading. When not training for the next battle, the two will read books and often exchange titles to see what the other thinks of the work. I can imagine they don’t always like the same genres in books but enjoy the recommendations and give it a fair chance to see what their partner enjoys. It’s sweet.

Warsman

How Warsman and his SO got together is another interesting story I’d imagine. He’s a lot more reserved (and shy) when it comes to getting together with a partner so I feel his SO had to make some first moves. Warsman has a lot of internal struggles he deals with and when he thinks about how strong, smart, and attractive his SO is he feels little…less then. He doesn’t feel she does this to him at all, he just wants her to have the most deserving partner. And sometimes he worries he’s not enough physically to deserve her. Whenever these feelings start to show, his partner is quick to course correct it. Holding his face lovingly in her hands and giving sweet, gentle promises of love and devotion to him. So many it makes his heart swell with love and adoration, “I don’t deserve you…” But hearing that gentle “You do. You deserve me and all the love I can give you, if not more…” Finally those nasty doubts that plague his mind go silent. He’s thankful and shows it through thoughtful gestures. He will do what he can to show his love and gratitude in any way he can. And sometimes it results in being protective of her over the smallest things. He’s quick to be defensive of his partner from any negative comment from the crowd during a match or any physical harm that might come at her. He knows she’s strong and capable but it doesn’t mean she should face the world alone (she wouldn’t let him do it so it’s only right he does the same for her) If she needs anything of him, she only needs to ask and it’s done.

[ryuichirou]

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But before that, a little reminder.

We don’t tag ships on twitter or bsky; the only mention them when we’re “hiding” the content of the post (for nsfw pieces), just so people know what they’re clicking on. Some posts don’t have any ships mentioned in the description because the platform itself decides that it’s nsfw and hides them instead of us.

I would love to ask you to kindly ignore things that you don’t like because we can’t keep in mind everyone’s NOTPs. I have a couple of ships that I dislike with passion, and some of my favourite artists post those on a regular basis because unfortunately they usually coexist with some other ship that I really love. Of course, with some artist they post it so often that I simply unfollow them and check their art via RTs of other artists.

Ultimately, it’s your choice to make. Maybe reading us on tumblr only is a better option if you really don’t want seeing one particular ship every once in a while.

Alright, now let’s talk about the Lilia/Silver piece from yesterday!

Anonymous asked:

Loved the new LilliSil piece on twitter, Lillia's little kiss on top of Silver's head, such a supportive and caring dad, always taking care of his adorable son

Hehe thank you~

Lilia always shows Silver when he is proud of him. What a gentle gesture of love...

Anonymous asked:

i can't get over that last piece....the way that lilia is so gently kissing the top of silver's head and braces his shoulders while his good, obedient boy works for hours just to savor his father's praise.... there's very little that silver won't do to please lilia, so i hope he gets a nice reward for his efforts <3

Thank you, Anon!

No worries, I’m sure Silver will get a nice reward, he’s been working hard for quite some time already, and Lilia knows that positive reinforcement is the best tactic! Plus, he loves combining a carrot and a stick <3

Anonymous asked:

The nipple piercings... That's so fun, I wonder if there's a story behind those. I bet Lilia enjoys pulling on them and teasing them a lot <3 and his arms behind his back, are they tied down, or did Lilia just order him to hold them there, knowing that he would obediently follow along without fail?? Such a good piece aghhhh

Anon, thank you! <3

I didn’t think much about the piercings, just really wanted to see him with these, but you know, maybe this was LIlia’s thought process as well. One day he just decided that he really wanted to see Silver with these, and now he has a couple of cute little rings to pull and to tie used condoms on.

I also thought that his hands are tied down, but I like your idea; of course Silver would keep them behind his back because he is a very good boy and an obedient soldier!

Anonymous asked:

that lilisil fanart is CRAZY holy shittt he looks so roughed up, all sweaty and his hair hanging down and the bite marks on his big juicy thighs..... Making his papa happy for sure, and also ME 👀 the lube on the dildo... Or is it cum?? Did Lilia cum inside him and then have Silver keep going on a toy while he got cleaned up and changed omg FUCK I just zoomed and saw Silver drooling too what the hell. They're so hot. Wadda hell. Thank you 😭

Thank you so much, Anon!! <3 I am very happy Silver managed to make you happy as well. His papa is very proud.

You know, I didn’t think about it like that, but Lilia really could cum inside him and have Silver keep going on a toy. No wonder the poor thing is drooling...

Anonymous asked:

the way my friend and i have been screaming over your new lilisil piece!!!!! inquiring minds wish to know, what else does silver's special training regimen consist of? 👀

Thank you so much, Anon and Anon’s friend! <3 I am very happy you liked it!

Oh, you know, nothing that would be too much for a soldier of Silver’s caliber. Sucking dicks, riding dicks, preparing himself for dicks, enduring edging for several hours, cumming on command...

[m-jelly]

Learning to blossom - Chapter 10

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Pairing: Levi x Fem!Reader

Genre and tags: Romance, fluff, modern AU, Uni AU, confessions, tattooed Levi, drama, flustered Levi, emotional, cute, fluff, comfort, fingering, praise, sick Levi.

Concept: You watch Levi train kids to play rugby and your mental tiredness gets to you. You have a nightmare and Levi comforts you before showing you some loving in the bath. You stand up to Reuben and defend Levi while Levi is sick with a cold at home. You and Levi had a little heart-to-heart.

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Levi smiled as you bounced up and down on the spot. “You’re excited.”

You clapped your hands in delight. “I am!”

He hummed a laugh. “Good.” He offered his hand. “Come on.”

You grabbed it and walked with him out of the house. You swung your hand with him as you felt giddy. You and Levi were going to the rugby pitch to train some cute little kids from a local school. You were coming along because you were making drinks and food. Plus, you wanted to help out and Erwin asked you to be an extra pair of hands and he had asked his girlfriend to help too.

You gasped when you saw Erwin’s girlfriend squeezing Erwin’s pecs with a delighted smile on her face. You squealed in delight and waved to her. You laughed as she waved back to you. ���She’s living her best life.”

Levi hummed. “Do girls like men’s pecs a lot?”

You nodded and reached over and squeezed Levi’s. “Lovely boobies.”

Levi sighed and placed your hands against his pecs. “Pecs, my darling bunny, pecs.”

You leaned up a little so your lips were close to his. “Bear.”

He purred in response. “Yes, bunny?”

“Kiss please.”

He hummed a laugh and kissed you. “Be a good girl today, okay?”

You nodded. “I will be very good!”

“I’ll reward you later.”

You grinned. “Awesome.” You kissed Levi as the kids arrived. “Good luck.”

Levi hummed a little. “Thanks.”

You watched him hurry over to Erwin and the kids. You smiled softly at how much the kids liked Levi and he was so kind and sweet with them. Your heart fluttered as he played with them and taught his little group. You let out a long sigh as you felt a tingle inside you, a longing for something. You blushed when he glanced over at you. You tore your eyes from Levi and started working with Erwin’s girlfriend and made drinks and snacks for the kids.

You sat down and drank tea with your friend. “How is your art project coming along?”

Kat unzipped her bag and pulled out her tablet. “I’ll show you.”

You leaned over and looked at the work. “Erwin is your inspiration?”

“Yes.” She blushed a little. “I can’t help it.”

“He looks amazing as a knight.”

She hummed a laugh. “You’re too kind.” She started adding more to the piece. “I just love him a lot and he’s so inspiring to me.”

You bumped into her a little. “You’re going to pass with flying colours. I feel it in my bones.”

Kat chuckled. “You and Erwin have wonderful faith in me. Thank you.”

You looked over to the pitch and felt a heart spread through your chest. “Look at them. They’re so good with the kids.”

Kat looked over at her boyfriend Erwin lifting a kid and making them laugh. “He’s so handsome. We’re so lucky to have them.”

You nodded as you felt raced in your chest. “Oh, has Erwin talked to you about the business plans more?”

“Yes. I’m really proud of them for their plans.” She sighed. “I just worry about them. It’s going to be a lot of hard work for them.”

You hummed in agreement. “I’ve offered to work and raise money, but Levi’s said no to a few ideas I’ve had.”

“Let me guess, you offered to work two jobs?”

You blushed a little. “He rat me out?”

Kat giggled. “No, I just know you.” She rubbed your back. “You do too much. Erwin’s already had the chat with me too. He’s asked me to just be happy and work a normal job. I’ve been designing things and selling them online. I do art commissions and sell stickers too.” She released a long sigh. “Anything to help.”

You fiddled with your coat. “I wish I could do something like that.”

“You’re very talented. You could do anything to get some cash.” She pointed at you. “Nothing naughty.”

You laughed at her comment. “I would never. I’ll think of something. We’ve been through so much recently, so we’re trying to make the most of the time we have as a couple.”

“You’ve been through a lot of shit. They say University you go through a lot, but you two have been through too much.”

You released a long sigh. “You’re right. It’s so tiring.” You put your head in your hands. “I need to rest. I need to put a pause on everything.”

“Oh, bless you.”

You sat up and put on a brave face. “Kids are here. Let’s hand out drinks and food.”

Kat hummed as she studied you. She stood at your side and handed out food before slipping away for a moment and approaching Levi. “Can we talk?”

Levi finished downing his water. “Sure.”

She pulled him to the side and said your name. “I’m worried about her. She seems to be smiling and happy, but she’s drained. She’s done, Levi.”

Levi went white. “D-Done?”

“She’s mentally exhausted. I saw her mask slip. You both need to either get away from here or have a week of not doing shit.”

“Do…do you think…she’ll leave me?”

Kat smiled at Levi’s sad doe eyes. “No, you goofball.” She laughed at him. “She will never leave you. Fuck, she loves you more than anything. The way she talks about you and looks at you is so adorable. You’re everything to her and you’re keeping her sane.” She let out a long sigh. “I’m just saying that her mental health has been beaten a little. She loves you. She trusts you. She wants to be with you. She just needs a fucking break from the world around her. Maybe you two just cancel plans for a week and relax together or you go off somewhere.”

Levi gazed at you and felt himself blushing as he watched you talk and play with the kids. His heart fluttered at seeing you as a mother. “She deserves the world. Thank you for telling me about this.”

“Before you say anything to her, she didn’t tell you because I don’t think she knows herself how unwell she is. Plus, she wants to keep you happy. So, don’t lay into her.”

“I promise. Thanks.” He strode over to you and wrapped his arm around your waist. He yanked you against him and kissed you before you could question him. He smiled as the kids squealed and giggled. He released your lips and smiled at you. “I love you. You’re so amazing and you work so hard.”

You blushed a little. “Th-thank you. Uh…I love you too. I love you a lot. You’re pretty incredible yourself.” You cleared your throat and whispered. “The kids are staring.”

He released you. “Sorry.” He smiled a little. “We should cancel a lot of our plans and have a week off. We’ll stay at home, cuddle a lot and play video games.” He blushed hard. “I was thinking maybe we play Minecraft and we make a little home for me and you.” He pouted a little. “Make a farm.”

You giggled at his sweet suggestion. “Yes. I love that idea.”

“Great! I’ll finish up here and then we’ll head home. I’m also thinking we’ll nap together too. You need to rest.”

You blushed hard and nodded. “Yes.”

He leaned closer and kissed you. “I love you so much.”

You lightly touched your lips. “I love you forever and more.”

Levi squeezed you. “I’ll be back in a bit. Time to train some kids.”

You waved shyly to Levi as he ran off to train with the kids. You smiled at how good he looked. You blushed and began tidying up after the kids with Kat’s help. You laughed and cuddled up to Kat under a blanket as you both watched your men finish playing. You clapped for them and watched them clean up and let others go. Only Levi and Erwin were left.

Erwin threw the ball up and down. “I have an idea.”

Levi frowned. “What is it.”

He smiled and looked over at you and Kat. “Boys vs girls. You two have watched us play all the time, so you know the rules.”

Kat gasped. “That’s not fair! How are we supposed to tackle you to the ground, huh?”

Erwin walked over to Kat before leaning over so his lips almost touched hers. “I think you can manage, kitten.”

You snorted a laugh. “Interesting.”

Levi crouched in front of you and leaned on your thighs. “So? You wanna play?”

You cupped Levi’s face. “You just want me to tackle you.”

He smiled as you wiggled his face. “Maybe I want to tackle you.”

You blushed. “Oh.”

He chuckled and stood up. “Come on then.”

You pulled your coat off and jogged to the pitch with Levi. “I think I can do this.”

“I believe in you.”

Erwin threw the ball up and down. “It’ll be a bit of fun.”

Kat pouted. “Sounds like our men want to be perverts.”

You giggled because you knew Kat was right. “Perverts.”

Erwin put the ball down and backed up. “We’ll run to it. I’ll count down.”

You stood ready and ran for the ball at the end of the count. Levi grabbed it easily and ran past you and Kat. You both chased after him, but he was too fast. You pouted as he scored a try and smiled at you. You growled a bit when he jogged back and placed the ball in the middle again. He did the same thing meaning you and Kat were just going to lose. So, you had a plan.

You huffed and yanked your shirt off. “Time to play dirty.”

Levi went bright red. “B-Bunny?”

You ran and grabbed the ball before racing to the end and scoring. “I did it!”

Kat clapped her hands. “Yay! Booby magic!” She yanked her shirt off. “Prepare to lose boys!”

Erwin stared at his girlfriend’s chest. “Boobs…”

“Easy win now.”

You ran around with Kat away from your men and scored a few tries against them because they were so distracted, but Levi was the one that slightly snapped out of it. He didn’t overcome the fact he saw boobs but just became hungry for them. You scored a try but Levi kept running towards you. You screamed and ran away but he chased you down and grabbed you. You squeaked as he tackled you down to the ground and pinned you.

You blushed and moaned as he pressed his sweaty body in his tight rugby clothes against you. “Le-Levi.”

Levi panted then blushed. “Ah, I believe I have committed an error. If this was an official match I’d be in big trouble.”

You giggled under him. “You would.”

“And now I’ve gotten you all muddy.”

“That’s okay. We can have a shower together.” He looked over at Kat to see Erwin had caught her and was kissing her. “Besides, I think those two lovebirds wanna go back now.”

Levi glanced over at Erwin and smiled. “Yeah.” He looked back at you. “Let’s go.”

You lay in Levi’s arms as he played a game on your shared console. You smiled softly at him fighting a boss. You were so proud of how well he was doing in the game. You turned your head and leaned up before kissing under Levi’s chin. You giggled as he blushed hard at your actions and fumbled with his controller. You smiled as Levi kissed your temple and hummed in happiness.

Levi smiled against your temple and began singing softly to you. You whined and cuddled up to Levi and whined a little. Levi felt you relax so he kept singing the song as he played his game. He rocked you a little and thought about how happy he was being with you like this. He looked down at you and smiled when he saw you��d fallen asleep.

He played a bit more of his game before pausing. He saved it and put the controller down. He wrapped his arms around you before lying back against the headboard of the bed. He pushed his fingers into your hair and massaged it as he softly sang again to you. He closed his eyes as he thought about the future with you. He couldn’t wait to hold a baby on his chest and sing to them.

His eyes flew open when you shifted in his arms and whined. He called your name and gently shook you. “Wake up.” He smiled softly when you opened your beautiful eyes and gazed at him. “You were having a nightmare.” He saw you well up. “Oh, oh bunny.” He wiped your tears away. “You’re okay. I’m right here. I’ll never leave you.”

You nuzzled against his hand and sniffed. “Levi.”

He softly said your name as he held you close. “It’s okay. You’re okay.” He kissed your forehead. “I love you.” He smiled at you. “Do you love me?” He chuckled as you nodded. “Good girl.”

You curled up more in Levi’s arms and wrapped your arms around his neck. “Mm. Sing.”

Levi rocked with you and started singing softly, his perfect deep voice rumbling in his chest and soothing you. He took your left hand and played with your fingers, then your engagement ring. He lifted your hand and kissed your fingers. “Such a beautiful woman.”

You blushed at his words. “Th-Thank you.”

“You having nightmares about mean people?”

“Mm.”

“I’m sorry you saw all that. You’re supposed to dream of good things.”

You smiled at Levi. “I will.”

He scooped you up making you squeak. “I will make sure lots of good things happen and you dream of lovely things like baked goods, or my pecs and butt.”

You giggled. “I do like your pecs and butt.”

He smirked as he carried you to the bathroom. “I know you do.” He sat you on the toilet and began running a bath. “I know it doesn’t help when someone says it, but it will get better. I promise.”

You smiled a little. “I know it will.” You watched Levi run the bath. “I’ve been thinking.”

Levi glanced over at you. “What about?”

“Don’t look so worried, it’s all good and not bad.”

He sat on the edge of the bath and gazed at you. “Do you want kids in the future? Like, really want them?”

He nodded. “Yes.”

You smiled as a blush slowly spread across your cheeks. “Good.”

He stood up and pulled you to your feet. “I’d love a nice big family with you.” He bent you back before kissing you making you giggle. “My love. We’ll have a sweet happy life together. When my business takes off and I have more money, I will spoil you rotten.” He hummed a laugh. “We’ll have so many adorable little kids.”

You blushed. “I don’t need to be spoiled. You can spoil our kids a bit.”

“No, no, no. I have to spoil you.”

You shook your head and pulled your clothes off. “I don’t need much.” You climbed into the bath and sighed. “I really don’t.”

Levi sat on the floor and pouted. He rested his chin on the edge of the bath and whined like he was a puppy who had just been told off. You reached over and fussed his hair. Levi smiled at your attention, if he had a tail it would be wagging. He turned his head and bit your hand. He growled a little and kept a firm bite on your hand.

You pouted and wiggled your hand a little. “Why are you biting? You’re that mad at me for telling you no to spoiling me?”

He released your hand. “No.”

You reached over and squeezed his cheeks with one hand. “You’re so cute.”

He went to bite your hand but you pulled away. “You’re mean to me.”

“That so?”

“Yes!”

You laughed as he slumped to the floor. You leaned on the side of the bath and looked down at Levi. “Really?”

“Yes.”

You smiled as he whined. “You gonna lie there and whine for a while?”

“Yes.”

You leaned up a bit. “What if I have a pair of wet boobs?”

Levi lifted his head and stared at your breasts. “Wet…boobs?”

You crossed your arms and pressed your breasts close together. “Right here and so lonely and cold. If only there was someone who could hold them and keep them warm.”

Levi crawled over to you before kneeling and pressing his face into your cleavage. “Boobies.”

You reached down and played with Levi’s hair. “You know, I do really love this haircut.”

Levi moaned against your boobs as you scratched his undercut. “I’m glad.” He turned his head and began kissing and sucking on your wet sensitive skin. “You taste so good.”

You exhaled a moan as the tension left your body. “Thank you.”

He kissed up your chest to your neck and finally kissed your lips. “Can I get in the bath with you?”

You nodded and shifted in the bath. “Do you want me to be in front or behind?”

“I want to be behind you.”

“Sure.”

Levi yanked his clothes off and tossed them to the side before climbing in. He snuggled himself behind you and pulled you into his arms. “Comfy?”

You closed your eyes and hummed. “Yes.” You gazed at the tattoos on his arm. “Are you going to get more?”

“I hope so.” He kissed your shoulder. “I want to tattoo something with you in mind.” He smiled as you ran a hand up and down his arm. He nuzzled the side of your head as he ran his fingers over your belly. “You’re so pretty.”

You shifted in his arms a little. “Thank you.” You looked down at your body to see Levi’s fingers slowly drag down. “Where’s your hand going?”

“Somewhere fun. Do I have your consent?”

You blushed hard as your heart raced. “Yes.” You gripped his arms as one played with your breasts and the other kept curving with your body. You gasped as he cupped you at first making you tingle. “Mm.”

Levi curled two fingers a little and began running them up and down your lips. He closed his eyes for a moment and listened to your little whines and soft pants. He parted you and began running his fingers slowly in a teasing manner. He slowly rubbed your clit making you pant softly. He pressed his lips against the side of your head and smiled softly when you squeezed your thighs and moaned.

You shifted a little and whined. “Levi, you’re teasing.”

“Forgive me.” He rubbed your clit softly with his fingers. “You deserve all the love and attention in the world.” He moved his fingers a little faster on your clit to the pace he knew you loved. “I’m going to make you cum over and over.”

You leaned your head back and panted heavily. “Oh god, Levi.” You reached back and tangled your fingers in Levi’s hair. “Oh fuck.” You rolled your hips a little. “Mm, so good.” You turned your head and panted against Levi’s neck. “Levi. Fuck.”

He pinched your nipple and smiled as he gazed at you. “You’re so beautiful when you’re experiencing pleasure. Keep looking at me when you cum.”

You whimpered and nodded. “Y-Yes.”

“Good girl.”

You dug your nails into Levi’s skin and moaned out loud as you felt the snap and then a rush of hot water burn through your veins. You smiled as the tidal wave of your orgasm overtake your body. You hummed in happiness as you moved your hips a little and enjoyed the last bits of pleasure. You turned a little and curled up in Levi’s arms.

Levi squeezed you. “Feel better?”

You nodded as you softly smiled. “Yeah.” You rubbed his chest. “Do you want me to help you relax?”

Levi kissed your cheek right under your eye. “No, I’m good.”

You pouted a little. “But I want you to feel good.”

“I do feel good.” He smiled at you. “I feel really good.”

“You do?”

He caressed your cheek as he kept smiling at you. “Fuck, you are so adorable.”

You whined and pressed your face against his pecs. “I’m not.”

“You are.”

You shook your head. “No.”

He chuckled as you bit his pec. “Like a wild little bunny. So fierce too.” He grabbed your cheeks in one hand and made you pout. He smirked as he squeezed over and over. “Look at you. I bet you want to bite me.”

“Yes.”

He kissed you and chuckled. “We should cuddle in bed and watch a movie.”

You whined. “But sex.”

“We can have sex later.”

You sat back in the bath and pouted. “Only if you want to. I don’t want you to feel pressured.” You looked over at Levi to see he was looking away with a strong blush. “Levi?”

He groaned and put his head in his hand. “Tch, shit.” He whined. “No clue how much she turns me on. No clue.” He gave you a side glance to see you were cleaning closer and pressing your breasts together. “W-We should get out.”

You watched Levi climb out of the bath. “Levi?”

“I need to calm down.”

You blushed as Levi moved around drying himself with an erection he was trying to get down. “You’re handsome.”

Levi looked over at you. “Thank you.” He cleared his throat. “I’m going to get snacks and drinks.”

“Okay.” You smiled a little as Levi hurried around. You climbed out of the bath after he left and changed. You joined him on the bed and snuggled closer. “You feeling okay?”

Levi sighed. “Yeah.” He pulled on his jogging bottoms a bit. “Still a bit hard.” He huffed. “I want you to relax because you had a bad dream.”

You kissed Levi’s neck. “But having passionate lovemaking sex with you would make me relax.”

Levi blushed a little. “Oh…well…I suppose I could help then.”

You giggled as he lay you on the bed. “I love you so much, Levi.”

“I love you too.”

You hurried to your ethics lecture to grab the work for the lesson to take home. Levi was sick and you wanted to stay at home to look after him. You’d emailed your professor about it and he said it was okay for you to collect the work, and then go home. You just wanted to make sure your sweet handsome bear was looked after and cared for. You felt a bit emotional seeing him sick in bed because memories of him being in the hospital came up.

You let out a shaky sigh and entered the lecture room. You winced when you bumped into someone. “Oh, sorry.”

“I knew you’d fall for me.”

You looked up to see you’d bumped into Reuben. You pouted and shoved him back. “Why are you holding me?”

“Well, you bumped into me.”

You huffed. “Why are you right by the door?”

He smirked at you. “I was hoping a beautiful woman would fall into my arms and she did.”

You rolled your eyes. “Whatever.”

“How come you’re not taking a seat?”

You looked over at your professor getting the notes ready for you. “I’m not staying. Levi is sick, so I’m getting notes for us and we’ll do work at home.”

Reuben nodded. “Right, right, running around for the boyfriend.”

You sighed. “He’s not my boyfriend.”

Reuben smirked. “Ah, so you finally got some sense and dumped his ass, huh?”

You frowned a little. “What’s your problem with Levi?”

“He has everyone kissing his ass because he plays a sport. I don’t like it.” He pushed back his hair. “I work hard. I’m good-looking and I have money. Levi has nothing. He’s poor and he’s not as good-looking as me.”

You laughed at Reuben making him go white as he looked at you. “You’re jealous.” You shook your head. “You’re jealous of Levi.”

“Like I’d be jealous of a poor man like him.” He huffed. “Anyway, why are you on his side? He’s not your boyfriend.”

You smiled. “You’re right, he isn’t.” You lifted your left hand. “He’s my fiancé.”

Reuben grabbed your left hand. “Since when!?”

“Last summer. You’ve never noticed because you talk so much about yourself and you’ve finally been partnered up with someone.”

Reuben let go of your hand and huffed. “Disgusting. You picked a man like him over so many others?”

You let out a long sigh. “Why is money so important to you?”

He walked closer to you. “If you stay with Levi, you will have no money and always be poor. He’ll keep making promises but never stick to them. He’ll get you pregnant and your kids will be poor and be failures just like their father!”

You slammed your hand against Reuben’s crotch and twisted his cock and balls making him whimper in pain. “Listen here, you shit stain, I’ve been through too much shit so far in this university that I don’t need another thing to add. You and I have never been a thing and we never will. You are doing all this because you’ve had everything handed to you and people say yes, but I’m the one person who has rejected you and it pisses you off.”

He gasped your name. “A-Ah.”

You leaned closer. “I loathe you and your way of thinking. So what if we’re poor? At least we’re in love and happy. I will give my everything to make Levi happy and for us to be happy. Every moment we’ve shared that will be a precious memory has not involved money. I love Levi more than anyone could possibly imagine. He’s incredible and I can’t wait to graduate with him and have many babies. You can graduate and have your massive house and be all alone in there.”

“P-Please.”

You released his genitals and wiped your hand on your jacket. “Ew, I can’t believe I touched you.” You huffed. “Just get over whatever this is and leave me and Levi alone.” You walked up to your professor and smiled. “I’m here.”

He smiled at you. “I have work for you and Levi. I hope he gets better.” He handed the papers over. “I’m not too worried about you both missing this lecture though. You both are wonderful in this lesson and your ideas are fascinating.” He chuckled. “Always fun with you two. I will see you next week and with Levi.”

You bowed to him. “Yes, sir. Thank you so much.”

“A pleasure.”

You put the work in your bag and waved bye to your lecture friends and went on your way. You looked back to see Reuben was watching you with a blush. You flipped him off and ran out of the building. You made your way across campus and went to the shops. You checked your money and budgeted what you needed for your sick fiancé. You huffed a sigh as you grabbed some noodles and meds before heading home.

You greeted Kat in the living room and made your way up to your room. You peeked around the door to see Levi passed out in bed as he clung to a pillow with a shirt of yours on the pillow. You hummed a laugh and busied yourself in the bedroom. You went down to the kitchen and made Levi some noodles before joining him again in the bedroom. 

Levi opened his tired eyes to gaze at you. He pouted a little to see you were sitting a little away from him. He whined your name. “Come closer.”

You looked down at Levi and smiled. “Hello.” You reached over and moved the hair from his face. “How are you feeling?”

“Hot.”

You placed your hand on his forehead. “You’re on fire. I have a few things to cool you down.” You went into your bag and placed a cool patch on his forehead. “Take your meds, okay?”

He whined as he weakly sat up. “Mm.”

You rubbed his back as he took his meds. “Good boy.”

A blush spread over Levi’s cheeks. “I am good.”

You kissed his forehead. “Very good.”

He gazed at you as you wiped the sweat off him. “You’re so kind to me.”

“Because I love you.”

He sighed. “I shouldn’t be sick. I should be strong and well for you.” He welled up and whimpered. “I can’t protect you like this.”

You hushed Levi. “It’s okay. You can’t protect me all the time, okay? I know a lot has happened to us but sometimes I can protect you.”

He sniffed back his tears. “Yeah?”

You hummed a laugh and wiped his tears. “Yeah. I’ll take good care of you, okay?”

He whined a little. “Yes.”

You smiled as you wiped his face. “It’s okay to be not okay.”

He hummed as you tended to him. “I know. I just…” He sighed. “I want to protect you and look after you and I can’t like this.”

“You can’t be fit and healthy all the time. I think you got sick because you’ve been pushing yourself way too hard. You’ve gone into overdrive and it’s made you sick.” You smiled at him. “Instead of being sad you’re sick, think about how strong you are fighting it and getting better.”

Levi’s eyes lit up. “I’m strong. I’ll fight it.”

You cupped his nose and nuzzled your nose against his. “That’s my strong bear.”

“I’m so strong.”

You kissed the end of his nose and helped him get comfy as he sat up against the headboard. “You going to stay up?”

“Yeah.”

You tidied up and handed Levi his noodles. “Eat up then.”

“Thank you.” Levi looked over at you to see you were on your banking app and counting under your breath. “Please don’t worry about money.”

You went white. “I’m not.”

“Don’t lie to me.”

You clenched your phone. “I’m just budgeting.”

He frowned a little. “Why? We’re okay for money.”

You looked over at Levi. “Right now we are, but we need as much as we can get for the business. I’m saving money and putting it into my savings account.”

Levi let out a long sigh. “Darling bunny.”

You shuffled closer and showed him your savings. “Look. I saved so much.”

Levi stared at the amount before looking at your proud expression. He smiled at you and let go of other feelings. “Well done. You’re so thoughtful.”

You looked at your phone and smiled. “We’re going to be just fine.”

“You care so much.”

“I do.” You gasped. “Oh! I bumped into Reuben and I told him where to shove it in a sense.”

Levi chuckled. “What happened?” He gazed at you as your eyes sparkled in delight while you told your story. “Good bunny. I’m proud of you.”

You grinned. “I stood up to him!”

“You did.” He coughed a lot and hummed. “Sorry.” He cleared his throat and downed some water. “You’re a strong and brave little bunny.”

“I am.”

He clenched his fist. “Thank you for defending me.”

You tidied up as you spoke. “Well, I love you and he was insulting the man I hold dear in my heart.” You gazed at him and smiled a little. “I don’t care about money or riches. All I care about is being with you and being healthy.” You hummed a laugh. “I’m looking forward to graduation so much. We’ll get a cute home and start the business…it’ll be perfect.”

Levi blushed hard. “The uh…the money could be…umm…used for the emergency baby fund.” He gulped hard. “I r-read that the implant d-doesn’t always w-work.”

You smiled softly. “Yes. It’ll be the emergency baby fund.”

Levi reached over and held your hand. “Great. Oh, but as soon as we graduate I want to marry you. We’ll wait for as long as you want for our sweet babies.”

You giggled. “Perfect. Now, drink up and rest, okay? You need to relax.”

He nodded and shuffled down a little in his bed. “Rest.”

“Good bear.”

[sea-owl]

Spring’s Rebirth Ch 11

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43788034/chapters/122550937

Felicity looked around as they walked back through the Underworld. It was not that much different from the earth above to be honest, not while her mother still refused to do her job. But there was a strange kind of peaceful beauty to it. Like one could lay down to rest, and not be affected by the busyness that ran through the other two courts. 

The only thing that seemed to be continuously running was the rivers. Felicity could not help but stare at them. They were beautiful, in a different way than what she had seen back up in the Court of Earth. While those up above were clear and sometimes brought a sense of adventure and maybe wonder, the one Felicity stared into was dark, giving her a sense of mystery and promise. 

“That’s the river Styx.”

Felicity looked up at King Colin. Her fingers twitched for another arrow to shoot at him, but he did keep his promise to bring her to her sister. She’ll try to behave for now, at least until she can get to Penelope. “The river of Oaths?”

“And the river of Hatred,” King Colin added. “A soul can not move on until they let everything go from their previous life. This river is where they will release their hatred. It’s typically one of the last things they let go of before going to the Lethe River to have their memories wiped.”

“The nymph watching over this river must be proud of their work,” Felicity said, her attention back on the moving waters. 

“Oh, there is no nymph. None of the rivers have an immortal watching over them. The rivers never compatible with anyone, especially after my father died.”

Felicity frowned. Those poor rivers never had a loving touch of a care taker in their entire existence? River of Hatred in deed.

The castle King Colin and Phillip led Felicity to while dark int the color of the stone it was made out of, was a lot more open than she would have expected.

Phillip stepped back just enough to fall in step with Felicity while still leading the newly departed souls. “Not what you were expecting?”

“Honestly I expected a lot more gloom,” Felicity replied.

Phillip laughed. “From my time among the courts King Colin is the least gloomy of the three brothers, just watch out for his temper.”

Felicity wanted to ask what Phillip meant when a flash of red similar to her own caught her attention.

Felicity gasped. Her sister looked so different. The lighter colors their mother favored were gone, replaced by jewel toned fabrics and dark eyeliner. Penelope was dressed in a emerald colored dress with a matching and earrings made out of raw emeralds. Silver bracelets dangled on her wrists. Her hair plaited back into a bun with a hair piece made jewels to look like a poppy flower. She was talking to Lady Francesca and a mortal soul who looked a lot like her sister.

Felicity’s feet were moving faster than her mind. “PEN!”

Of all things Penelope was expecting this morning having her younger sister throw herself into her arms would frankly not have crossed her mind even once.

“Felicity?!”

Penelope tried to pull back to get a better look, but Felicity clung tighter each time. Mumbled apologies and tears soaked her shoulder.

“I’ll give you both a moment,” Francesca whispered as she led Briseis off to start her training.

Colin passed by, leaning over to give a quick kiss on Penelope’s forehead. Penelope felt her face heat up.

“Be gentle, please?” Phillip asked. “Felicity took your kidnapping hard. Mumbling something about an insipid wallflower?”

Oh, Penelope had honestly forgotten about that. Funny what kidnapping and throwing a someone into a new environment can make you forget. With some coordination Penelope managed to lead herself and Felicity back to her chambers. There she settled both of them on the bed.

“I’m sorry,” Felicity said. “You were right I should have put some distance between me and Lady Hyacinth. She’s not better than her siblings. Not only did she abandon me when I needed her, when she knew where you were and knew I was breaking down because I didn’t.” Felicity stood and began pacing. Her arms flailing this way and that. Yellow sparks danced off her fingers every time she moved.

“Felicity-“

“But she knew and lied about it to my face!”

“Felicity-“

“And I was an idiot to believe she wouldn’t do that! She’s no better than her siblings why did I fool myself?”

“Litty, come sit next to me,” Penelope commanded.

Felicity looked at her sister. Penelope had not raised her voice, had not hardened it to an edge, or nor had she let go cold like their mother would sometimes do. It was still the same sweet voice Penelope had always used, but there was difference to it. Felicity couldn’t put her finger on it.; Maybe it was the command that caused Felicity to pause. Felicity doesn’t think she has ever heard her sister give out a command before.

Felicity sat next to her sister, who now held a a vase with dead flowers inside.

“Help me heal these,” Penelope commanded once again. Her hands already had a greenish glow to them. “Carrying all that magic in you can’t be a good thing, especially since you have not found your piece of nature.”

Felicity took a deep breath before concentrating her magic to her hands. Penelope was right, it has been a while since she actively used her magic. Ever since Mama announced that she would no longer do her job. Felicity placed her hands over Penelope’s, their magic combining.

Felicity always liked the way her sister’s magic felt. The touch itself felt like a soft kiss of a flower petal, but the feeling it left you with felt like jumping out of a spring or waking up to a new day. Refreshed, energized.

"I'm not mad at you Felicity, I never was."

Felicity flinched. "You should be. I shouldn't have said that to you."

"No, you shouldn't have," Penelope agreed. "But I also shouldn't have said what I said either."

Felicity shook her head. "You were right."

"I don't think I was."

Felicity fell silent.

“There we go,” Penelope said. “Feel better?”

Felicity nodded and then looked up at the plant they held. It was anemone flowers. They were a flower Penelope had created specifically for Felicity when she started her training. They were supposed to help with negative emotions by sucking them in and being converted into a pleasant smell should help calm one's mind.

Felicity took a deep breath, her body slumping against the bed.

Penelope got up to place the flowers somewhere. When she came back she had a journal. Felicity stared at the journal in her sister’s hands.

"When was the last time you slept?"

When was the last time? Felicity knew she hasn't gotten a proper night's rest since Penelope disappeared. Too busy searching, and then too busy telling the royal family to fuck off.

Felicity felt her eyes get heavey. This bed has no right being this comfortable.

“I will be back in a little bit,” Penelope said, stroking her sister’s hair. “I must speak with my husband."

Felicity fell asleep. Penelope made a quick stop to open a window before leaving the room. The sounds of the river have helped Felicity sleep before. Surely they’ll help now too.

-

Penelope found Colin in the garden he had brought her to the day they toured the kingdom. Wordlessly she took his hand with her free one as she sat down. He turned it and kissed the back.

“I have a guess at to what the prize was all those years ago,” Penelope said as she laid the journal in front of them.

Colin let out a half humored laugh. “Where did you find this?”

“It appeared in my room after you left.

Colin laughed again. “I can’t hide from you.”

Penelope squeezed his hand. “How was the world up above?”

“Worse than what Phillip described. The mortals are desperate and I believe some of the gods are as well.”

Penelope nodded, she had feared what she saw from Briseis was true.

-

Felicity woke to whispers. Her sisters was not back yet, and there was no one else in the room besides herself. So where were those whispers coming from?

Felicity followed the noise to the open window Penelope left for her. It over looked what Felicity believed was an attempt at a garden. Sitting in it was Penelope and King Colin. Felicity was too far up for them to notice her, but that meant she had a hard time hearing them as well. Felicity closed her eyes and tried to concentrate her magic to her ears. She has to make sure Penelope is okay.

“I told Anthony that we would be back on the solstice. Then you can make your decision whether to stay with me or go back with your mother.”

King Colin was letting her sister go? Felicity grinned. This was fantastic! Oh the solstice couldn’t come fast enough, soon Penelope will be home and-

Felicity leaned closer to the window, watching her sister and the King of the Underworld. They have moved from their position of sitting next to one another to having Penelope sit in his lap. Her face buried into the side of his neck while his was buried in her hair.

Penelope and King Colin clung to each other. Each time Felicity saw one of them try to move away the other just held tighter. 

“I don’t want you to go,” King Colin whispered into Penelope’s hair. 

“I don’t think I have a choice,” Penelope whispered back. 

"You should. It should've been your choice from the beginning."

Oh. 

“Do you love him?” Felicity will ask her sister later once’s she’s back in her room. 

Penelope won’t even look at her. Her gaze will remain on the vase with images depicting the love story of Lord Nicholas and Lady Georgiana. In the vase are flowers that have been brought back to life once more. A mixture of bleeding hearts and forget me nots.  

Oh. 

[disasterbijamietartt]

Since I’m on a roll, here a few random Roy x Jamie (x Keeley, and a bit Colin) scenes I’d love to see on the show but that with 99% certainty won’t happen lol.

If you write fanfic, feel free to take my ideas, since I won’t write them.

#1: During a break in their morning training, Jamie vents about how Dani is worshipping Zava and says something along the lines of “This is pissing me off so much. Like, I had the biggest crush on you but I never kissed the ground you walked on! Except for that one time when I was twelve, and helped out as a ball boy when Chelsea was playing Man City and …”

Roy, taking some time to process. “Wait? The Fuck? You had a crush on me?”

And Jamie answers quite chill. “Are you going senil? I told you I had a poster of you on my wall as a kid.”

*gay panic sets in* *throws something into Jamie’s face*

“What the fuck, what is wrong with you?”

Roy fumbles. “Sorry, I just … don’t know why … I think I got startled?”

“YOU got startled? Ask me about it.” Shakes head. “You know, you really should figure out the why since … I’m not scared of you or anything. I know you would never actually … kill me. But it just is … triggering when you do stuff like that.”

The horrific realisation setting in. “Oh … OH.”

“You should try therapy. It helped me a lot being more … comfortable being me. And not … the boy me dad wanted.”

#2: This won’t happen but what if Roy is like “you need to do something for your core” and drags him to his yoga group and realises his mistake too late, when he scrambles to explain why he knows Jamie (”We, er, go to the same gym. And I thought you’d maybe want to meet him.”).

Then one of the ladies tells Jamie, how much Roy loved him in “Lust conquers all” and the camera is on Jamie’s face while he is trying not to burst into laughter, but then another one asks him why he went on the show and he gets all somber talking about his dad (something about his live being absolut shit – “The whole year had been shit. My girlfriend dumped me, my coach dumped me and all I had in ManCity was my piece of shit dad. I was at my lowest lows, in a very dark place mental health wise and just needed to get out”) – Roy being touched by Jamie’s openness and vulnerability – and then the ladies decide to go to the G-A-Y to cheer him up and while they are being there Jamie heads to the bathroom and sees Colin and Michael. But he doesn’t approach them, so that it doesn’t get awkward for Colin, does never mention this to Roy or anyone, until after Colin’s coming out, when he tells him how proud he is and accidentally slips. Something like “I’m sorry it didn’t work out with Michael and you. You were cute together.”

“But you never met him.”

And he has to come up with some explanation (he can’t say he was there with Roy’s yoga besties, since the yoga besties are Roy’s big secret)

And when Colin wonders why he kept it a secret: “You never told me so I thought it was better to give you the time you needed, instead of forcing you.”

#3

I have a need for a Karaoke scene where someone, Jamie would be awesome – everyone expects him to be shit but he slays it –, sings “Into The Unknown” as a call back to the first season having Rebecca sing “Let it go”. (Or “Show Yourself��, which is more of a queer coming out anthem, but probably not the kind of song Jamie would chose to sing at Karaoke)

And it would also fit in a way, since Jamie kind of is a foil to Rebecca. Like they were both residential assholes in the first season because of the abuse they suffered and both made a heel-face-turn due Ted’s and Keeley’s influence.

#4

Okay, so onto one of my Roy x Jamie x Keeley scenarios!

Like many suggested, Jamie tries to help fixing Roy’s and Keeley’s relationship.

After Roy not wanting his comfort, he checks in on Keeley and offers his help. Like the good friend he is, he wants to make the two people that mean the most to him, happy.

He essentially parent traps them by inviting them to meet him at his childhood home while they’re in ManCity, so that Roy and Keeley have a opportunity to talk about their feelings. While they’re talking in his old bedroom, he anxiously waits in the living room.

Roy and Keeley talk about their break up, the actual reasons and Keeley, who is still so torn between Roy and Jamie, reluctantly asks Roy, whether they should try to get back together.

And then Roy fesses up and tells her that he loves her, that he wants her back, but that he has just figured out and accepted the fact that he is in love with Jamie and it would feel dishonest to just ignore that and go back to how things used to be. Since he is not the person he used to be and Jamie’s the reason he changed. And that is why Roy looks so vulnerable and emotional in that scene, almost as if he has cried?

(Bonus - and now I’m heading into “no way this happens, but lol” – what if at some earlier point Jamie and Roy hooked up for whatever reason, like accidentally getting high eating space cake in an Amsterdam coffee shop? Something where they can go the next morning, “OMG how embarrassing, how could this happen, hahahaha, let’s never talk about this ever again”, and it is basically “I had sex with Jamie” but it’s Roy who says it?

And Keeley being like “That is not a funny joke” and him being “It is not a joke.” and then having the longest monologue in his live about how he fell in love with Jamie)

And Keeley, who is always supportive, is totally accepting and encourages him to tell Jamie. So he calls him and Jamie comes in and Keeley tells him, that they decided not to get back together and that Roy has something to tell him. Then she leaves.

They sit on the bed.

Roy points to the poster of him on the wall, that has been fixed with scotch tape. “You weren’t joking. But what happened to it?”

“My dad tore it down. Didn’t like that I had it. Wrong team, you see.”

“Oh.”

Jamie clears his throat. “Sorry it didn’t work out with Keeley. But maybe at a later time! What is it you want to tell me?”

But Roy panics and doesn’t tell him, instead goes on to thank him for the effort and tells him, that Jamie is his best friend.

Which is something that touches Jamie, because he always wanted to be Roy’s best friend. They hug, but Roy can’t hide that he is disappointed in himself, for not being brave.

Roy later texts Keeley, that he couldn’t do it, since he was too scared Jamie could turn him down, and now Keeley is the one trying to set Jamie and Roy up, constantly cheering him on, while Roy thinks, that maybe the best thing would be to set Keeley and Jamie up, since Jamie is the boyfriend she actually deserves, hilarity ensues for an episode or two, until after Colin’s coming out, when Roy finally is brave enough to tell Jamie and they start dating.

(I still have to figure out, how exactly they would approach Keeley to become a part of the polycule, but that definitely happens. Maybe Rebecca mentions something to Roy, after Roy and Jamie eventually come out to the team as a couple, and then Jamie and Roy ask Keeley out on a date?)

[renthebarbarian]

An idea for Scream 7 (loooooong post under the cut)

Tara is seeing a therapist after all the harrowing shit she’s been through. His name is Dr. Jason Palmer, who has a lot of facial scars from “an accident many years ago.” Palmer seems like a nice, disarming psychiatrist, but slowly he starts to manipulate Tara and turn her against Sam, citing her as the root of all Tara’s problems—if Sam wasn’t around, she’d have a normal life and she’d still have her parents.

Meanwhile, the gang are dealing with a slew of Ghostfaces—not just one or two, but seemingly a whole army of them. Chad does some research and finds a Stab fan forum on the dark web that all their attackers were regular posters on. It seems like someone has turned a harmless fandom space into a recruiting and indoctrination ground for their murder cult. Someone is puppeteering these Ghostfaces from behind the scenes…but who?

Sam wonders why Tara is growing more and more distant from her. She has a hallucination of Billy telling her that something isn’t right, that she and her sister are being used as pawns. Meanwhile, one of the Ghostfaces kills Danny, and Sam is distraught.

Sam calls Dr. Palmer on the phone and accuses him of turning Tara against her. Palmer assures her he would never do such a thing, and suggests a group therapy session with her and all their friends at his house to air their grievances. Mindy is immediately like “hell no, gathering us all up together in one convenient location? This is a classic Ghostface tactic if I’ve ever heard one” but Tara sneaks out of the house to go to Palmer’s anyway, so of course Sam, Mindy, and Chad follow her.

They find Gale waiting at Dr. Palmer’s when they get there, saying that she was invited by Tara. As expected, it’s a trap. A bunch of Ghostfaces show up. The gang barricades themselves inside, only for Tara and Palmer to appear. Gale shrieks that she recognizes Palmer…it’s Stu Macher.

Stu gleefully reveals that he survived the 1996 encounter and has been plotting his revenge all this time. (He chose the name “Jason Palmer” for Jason Voorhees and Betsy Palmer, the actress who played Mrs. Voorhees.) He’s the one who united the Ghostface cult on the internet, but they’re not the real killers. They’re just cosplayers. Stu says that he’s trained Tara to do the real killing. He urges her to murder her sister, telling her that her troubles will finally be over once Sam is dead. Tara stands there with a knife pointed at Sam’s heart, and for once, Sam doesn’t fight back. She accepts it. She says she’s sorry for all the pain she’s caused Tara, and that she loves her no matter what.

This is what makes Tara give up, and she breaks down and hugs her sister. Stu, pissed off, pulls out a gun and gripes “if you want a job done right, ya gotta do it yourself.” He tries to shoot the sisters, but Gale jumps in the way, taking the bullet. She’s not dead, but she is seriously injured. Sam and Tara leap into action, jumping Stu and tearing him to pieces. As Stu lies on the floor, a bloody mess, the Ghostfaces from outside finally break in. They see their leader dying, Sam and Tara standing triumphant over him, splattered in his blood, and skedaddle. Chad and Mindy stumble in, battered and bloodied but alright.

Sam has another vision of Billy, but Stu seems to see him as well. Billy towers over him, glaring, and says, “I’ve been waiting a long time to see you again.” He puts his hand on Stu’s chest and Stu screams, firey light pouring out from his eyes and mouth. Billy seems to be sending Stu’s soul to Hell. He looks up at Sam one last time and gives her a smirk, as if to say I’m proud of you, kiddo before both he and Stu’s souls go to Hell together. Sam blinks and Stu is still, dead on the ground. She seems to be the only one to have seen what happened. Somehow, she knows she’s not going to see the spectre of Billy anymore.

The police finally arrive on the scene, along with Kirby. She looks at Stu’s body and says, “I knew you weren’t dead!”

They remember Gale has been shot and rush to her side but it’s too late to save her. She coughs up blood and smiles weakly. “That sunuvabitch finally got me…how’s that for an ending? Too bad I’m dying…this would’ve made for one hell of a book.” She closes her eyes but one could swear her last breath sounds suspiciously like the word Dewey.

Sam, Tara, Mindy, Chad, and Kirby attend Danny and Gale’s funerals. Sidney also shows up to pay her respects. Sam wonders if they’re ever going to find peace, and Tara assures her that whatever happens, they’ll have each other’s backs. Mindy then pokes Sam and says “Look.” In the trees in the distance, they see a figure in a Ghostface costume, watching them. Stu may be dead, but he’s still got a few loyal followers, it seems.

Wow okay that was a long ass post. Should’ve just made it a fanfic lmao

[ultramagicalternate]

ULTRAMagic Chaos Chapter 2

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“And that’s my story,” Tusk said as the three passed a series of rock formations.

Mizuki was utterly amazed by Tusk’s history. “Well then… that uh, kind of makes my story pale in comparison.”

Razor kicked a stone off of the dirt road. “No it doesn’t. My father always told me that no matter how great or whimsical, woes are woes.”

“Agreed,” Tusk replied. “Spill the beans, lass. What’s your story?”

Lass? Did he just call her lass? Normally Mizuki would have given both of them a piece of her mind, but she did not as the two were growing on her. “I was pursuing a terrible and vile demon lord that had been plaguing my family and home land for generations. He fled into The Unlight after a fierce battle with my father and I went after him. Sadly I lost track of him and wandered for a long time. I came to the Realm of Chaos hoping I could get a lead on him.”

Tusk stopped to pick up a sign that had fallen down on the road. “Well I hate to rain on your parade, but that demon lord is either dead or lost to the sands of time, if you’ve been at it for long enough.”

Mizuki gave Tusk the weirdest look, indicating that she was wondering if he even knew what he was talking about. “Are you sure about that?”

He nodded. “You go around picking fights long enough in the Unlight and you’ll eventually bite off more than you can chew.”

Razor noticed that Mizuki was not pleased. “Hey, don’t worry, Mizuki. I’ll help you track him down when we’re done. Scully noses are some of the best in The Unending Forest. And if he’s dead, we’ll find his corpse for closure.”

The oni was a proud warrior, but even she had to admit that was sweet. “Thank you, Razor. I’ll keep that in mind.”

“Curiously, how did you achieve your ULTRAMagic?” Tusk inquired.

Mizuki straightened out her mask and cleared her throat. “Well I started training with a woman named Gratiana Arlotti…”

“And she wasn’t with some sleeze named Milosh?”

“No?”

Tusk nodded, as if confirming something. “Alright, continue.”

That was strange. “Anyways, after she taught me what I know about combat now, I went off and began finding soul fragments left and right. The rest came naturally.”

“That’s awesome,” Razor congratulated. “Mine were a mix of asking my friends and finding them out in the forest.”

Tusk appeared to be pondering something. “If you met Gratiana before Milosh, then your demon lord is long gone, Mizuki. I’m sure of it.”

“Well if you’re so insistent about it, just how long ago was my meeting with Lady Arlotti then?”

“Lady?” Tusk laughed. “She didn’t tell you she was a harlot, did she? Anyways, that was a long time ago, possibly before I was born and I’m 32. We’re looking at at least 40 years ago.”

“Wait, how!? I saw Lady Arlotti a year ago!”

“Well that’s nonlinear time for you. Be careful if you’re coming from a realm based in linear time. You could easily leave one moment only to come back a hundred years later by complete accident.”

Razor nodded in support of Tusk. “He’s got a point, Mizuki.”

She took a second to ease her nerves. It did not work. “Okay, FINE! I’ll just go with you on your quest then!”

Tusk approached her calmly. “Easy, Mizuki. Let’s get to Droomopolis where you’ll be able to rest and get your bearings. Then we’ll figure out what to do. Sounds cool?”

Mizuki wanted to stay angry and protest, but she could not. She could tell Tusk had been through a lot in life and that he had her best interests in mind. “Alright…”

“Don’t worry, Mizuki, it’ll all work out. Say, if your demon lord is dead, do you want to join the ULTRAMagic Guild?”

“The ULTRAMagic Guild?” she questioned.

“Yes. Blood is getting together a bunch of mages like us to help keep the Unlight safe. I’ll be out and about, but I’ll be sure to send any ULTRAMagic mages I find his way.”

That sounded quite inviting. “And Blood-Wraith will be the leader of this guild?”

“Well a leader. Deimos is going to track down Tiberius Skull and Alexia Lavoie to also lead the guild.”

“Hey, Tusk?” Razor jumped in. “Can I join too?”

“Well of course you can!” Tusk cried. “Jeez, kid, what did you think I was going to do after this is all said and done? Send you to babysit my niece?”

Razor chuckled. “Sorry, stupid question.”

Tusk then noticed another sign post that was slightly off. Specifically it was pointing in the wrong direction. It shone in the afternoon sunlight once corrected, despite the metal being quite aged and rusted. The two could see Tusk getting excited.

“In the Realm of Chaos, you want your signs to be pointing in the right direction” the treeman eagerly pointed out. “Now come on, Droomopolis ain’t too far away.”

The trio picked up the pace as they passed by more hills and rock formations. As they traveled further, things became more civilized looking. The only strange thing was that any structure they passed by at a certain point looked techno-organic, but even that did not fully capture the nuances of the aesthetic in question. Regardless, the excitement was building as they passed by occasional houses along the countryside.

Passing by a great set of ruins full of floating platforms, the group noticed something was off. They could hear the sounds of clashes and fighting. Quietly climbing the outer wall, they peered inwards while being as silent as possible. At the center of a giant, stone arena were what looked like a demon and a dragon fighting someone.

“Any thoughts, Tusk?” Razor asked in a hushed tone as they hid amongst the large rubble.

“Hmm… The demon in the black and red jester clothes is most likely a devil. The Dragon? He’s a jabberwock, no two ways about it.”

“A jabberwock?” Mizuki was incredibly weirded out by the creature.

“They’re semi-bipedal, flat faced dragons” Tusk answered. “Native to the Realm of Chaos, they’re not common, but certainly powerful. Now as for the guy in the grisly, red armor? I want to see if they confirm my suspicions.”

Over at the fight, the devil was unleashing a flurry of slashes from his dual blades with his enemy doing his best to dodge them. “Well you’re awfully nimble today, Karnage!”

“Mayhem, jump!” the jabberwock called out. Once he had a clear shot, he unleashed a torrent of plasma at Karnage.

The warrior created a shield made of a gruesome, red mass to block the blast. He then noticed Mayhem spinning down towards him in a buzzsaw motion, enveloped in blue and gold flames. “Ha, clever, but not good enough!” Karnage snarled.

Karnage leapt up, rearing his fist towards Mayhem. The devil noticed the attack, but could not respond to it effectively. To combat this, the jabberwock took off, flying in between the two. He caught Mayhem on his back and smacked Karnage to the ground with a swift flick of his tail. The sound of their foe hitting the arena floor was satisfying.

“Thanks for the save, Dragutin!” Mayhem said as he regained his bearings.

“Don’t mention it. I honestly thought we had him that time.”

Karnage was picking himself up as Dragutin landed and let Mayhem down. “Well played…” Karnage growled, clearly tainted by the venom of his anger.

“Uh oh, I think the general is angry” Mayhem taunted as he and Dragutin walked over.

“Bold of you to be out here, Karnage!” Dragutin pointed out. “Discordant War won’t save you if the Arbiters find out what you’re doing.”

“You are arrogant to assume I come here aimlessly, wyrmling…” Karnage could tell that he had offended Dragutin and smiled. “And even if the Arbiters come after me, they’ll just go after that blowhard Wulfric, making my work all the more easier.”

Mayhem pointed a blade at Karnage. “Then if he shall fall, I’ll take his place and kick you into the nearest pit!”

Karnage glared at him with utmost malice. “Petulant little whelp. You won’t be laughing when I get my hands on ULTRAMagic…” he then noticed some rustling at the upper levels of the arena. A maniacal grin stretched across his face. “How intriguing…” Karnage then sank into a rumbling, screaming vortex and vanished from the arena.

Mayhem sighed and put his blades away. “Sometimes I really wish Discordant War would just toss him into a pit of fiery spikes…”

Dragutin readied his leathery wings. “I must concur, Mayhem. Come, we need to tell Ealdhelm about this.”

“What about our audience over there?”

“Leave them be. If they’re heading towards Droomopolis, we’ll surely meet them there.”

“Alright then” Mayhem said as he hopped up on Dragutin’s back. “See you guys in the city!” He called out as they took off.

Once the two were gone, Tusk stuck his head up to see if the coast was clear. “Alright, we’re good,” he said as he sat down on a large brick.

“What was that, Tusk?” Razor wondered as he and Mizuki came out of their hiding spots.

“No doubt about it; that was General Karnage, Wulfric’s champion. He’s always up to no good, even back when I was training with the Arbiters.”

“Do we have any idea on what he wants? Given that he mentioned ULTRAMagic…”

“No idea, or at least, no idea at the moment.” Tusk looked incredibly concerned.

“Well surely the Arbiters can handle him, right?” Mizuki tried to reassure him.

Tusk shifted on his brick. “Yes, but it is the fact that he’s plotting in the first place that has me worried. It’s never a good sign when he’s up to something. His mere existence is never a good sign in the first place.” The treeman groaned and stood up. “I wish Cynneberht was here. He studies these kinds of tactics and whatnot.” He then led Razor and Mizuki back to the road.

Cutting the sight-seeing, Tusk and his companions quickly made their way to Droomopolis. The towering, imposing city was truly a sight to behold. All of it was made of a strange, techno-organic metal that seemed to be alive. Impossible towers were surrounded by great walls that kept the city safe from the unpredictability of the Realm of Chaos. Inside the walls it was a fairly normal city. It had all the hallmarks of the realm, but also a degree of structure and order to it. An eclectic collection of people from all walks of life were going about their daily lives and minding their own business.

Tusk was overwhelmed with happy nostalgia as he pointed out the sights and locations to Razor and Mizuki. Despite Mizuki having been on a quest to avenge her people, Tusk’s joy was infectious. She could not help but smile under her mask. Razor was amazed by the city regardless of the reason they were there. It was awe inspiring and he wanted to explore every inch of the city so he could see all that was possible. Upon walking past a food cart, someone called out to Tusk.

“Well I’ll be damned, Tusk Willfort!” The man had four arms, well kept hair, and appeared to be running a hot dog stand.

“Mr. Lyon, good to see you again! What’s all this? Did the restaurant not take off?”

“Things got a little delayed, so this is a side gig I’m on just to have a little extra spending money here and there” he replied as he began preparing some food. “I’ll concede that I got kind of hooked on this. You've been away for so long. What brings you back on this fine day?”

“Well to put it simply, Ealdhelm needs help and I’ve been sitting on my roots for too long. Oh, Mr. Lyon, these are my traveling buddies, Razor and Mizuki. Razor is Magnus’ son that I’m mentoring at the moment and Mizuki is a warrior we picked up on the road.”

After an exchange of greetings, Mr. Lyon handed each of them a hot dog. “On the house, guys. Welcome back, Tusk” he said as the two shook hands.

“Great to be back.”

“Thanks, Mr. Lyon” said Razor. “I’ll be sure to come around later and buy something.”

“Itadakimasu, Mr. Lyon,” Mizuki thanked as they walked away.

“He’s nice. I like him,” Razor stated in between bites of his food.

Tusk nodded. “Hank has always been a great people-person. Super polite and welcoming, he knows how to treat you and win you over as a regular customer. I’m shocked he hasn’t gotten his diner fully off the ground yet.”

“Some things take time,” Mizuki replied. “A lake isn’t formed in a day.”

“So where are we heading next, Tusk?” Razor inquired.

He finished his hot dog, wiped his face, and threw his trash in a garbage can. “City Hall. I have no doubt that the Arbiters are there. Ooh, I can’t wait to see Ealdhelm and the others again!”

Next: Chapter 2

ULTRAMagic Alternate © 2022 William Ford II (ChaoticTempleKnight)

Jabberwocky © 1871 Lewis Caroll

[introloves]

🦷: Okayy but daddy Iwa leaving his baby with mattsun while he’s gone like bo does and mattsun taking such good care of iwa’s little girl,,and if mattsun can’t Iwa will reluctantly leave her w makki who’s so much meaner 🥺🥺

— dom! matsukawa + sub space + teasing + mentions of pain + predator/prey dynamics + slight hair pulling + mentions of fear + masochist reader + size kink + dacryphilia + big dick + heavy breath play + choking + praise + creampie + petname (bunny) + f! reader

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he looked her over, unable to stop the smirk from forming. shy eyes made his chest swell in a primal swirl of lust. already so sweet for him, and he hadn’t even touched her yet.

“y/n.”

“hm?” your voice answered back in a small hum, cute and shy. he couldn’t help but let a shiver crawl up his back at the thought of how you’d sound broken and whining just like that for him.

but he was being too forward, no wonder why iwaizumi had asked to leave you in his care- you were dangerously alluring.

you were here to be taken care of, and what he wanted might not match up to what you wanted, he’d test the waters first.

grabbing your hand gently, making sure to not startle you all too bad- letting you know it was okay, there was nothing to be embarrassed or shy about; the plan was set out, in detail- by hajime.

the thought of leaving you alone while he joined his team out of the country wasn't something he liked to entertain- you were supposed to be taken care of at all times, even when he couldn't. that's why this arrangement was drawn up. it was something mattsun could do.

he led you to his room, motioning to where the bathroom, kitchen- where all the necessities were. his house was small; enough for him and now for you, it was where you would be staying at… and you were grateful.

“its not much… but its comfortable.” the tone and smoothness of his voice eased you further- the slowly oscillating timbre of notes made you melt.

you nodded, smiling a little, bending your head in appreciation.

it squeezed at his heart, the way you were so polite and kind, a sweet little thing he couldn’t believe belonged to iwaizumi.

it made sense, you’d made the comment on how you liked men that could protect, men who would put you on your knees by just a look… and he so deeply hoped he fit that criteria.

in private, you knew he was- he was tall and big, taller than your hajime, maybe not as thick, not as built, but his presence still made your knees shake.

you let yourself watch him from the corner of your eyes, watching him walk forward, settling down the bag he’d taken from you on his bed… in all honesty, you’d seen his couch- and someone as big as him would not have a pleasant time sleeping on it… but you didn't know where he was going to draw the line.

you’d hope he’d stay, hope he’d cuddle you and make you feel good… sleeping alone was not familiar to you.

being alone was an ugly thought, it was exhausting and horrible. being spoiled made you greedy and needy- all in one. a pretty thing iwa was proud of, always showing you off.

you needed someone, and you wholly agreed to be pretty and good for issei.

“okay bunny.” he sighed, sitting down at the edge of the bed, looking at you.

the petname sent little prickles of heat down your back, making you dizzy and complaint, it triggered a nice and comfy haze clouding your mind.

“time for bed?” he asked, watching the slow blink of your eyes, chest rising and falling slowly- slipping into that sweet headspace.

oh…

iwaizumi really had you trained well.

he was going to have so much fun with you.

“what do you want, pretty girl.” issei questioned, leaning forwards elbows on his thighs; looking at you like a good meal, something he was very eagerly waiting to take a bite out of- lower lip glistening with saliva as he passed his thick tongue over it.

it made you take a step forward, a pretty bunny falling right into the claws of something big and mean- being devoured came easiest for you.

“take care of me.” you whispered, placing two shaky hands on his shoulders. broad frame, nice and sturdy, warm and strong. everything a little bunny like you needed for security.

his lips curled into a pleasant smile, canines glistening under the light of his room, smirking at your sweet words.

“ah- you want me to take care of you?” mattsun’s voice was laced with inquisition, wanting to hear another note of confirmation.

“yes please. haji said you would.” you responded, pouting at the slight teasing, but quickly warming up when those hands of his wrapped around your sides. it felt real easy, tugging you onto his lap.

“oh, bunny i will.” he assured, thinking over his next words.

“i just… you know the difference between me and iwaizumi… right?” there was small apprehension, felt like he was trying to piece together words that wouldn’t scare you off. shaking your head slightly, they did everything but that- luring you in with the promise of something dangerous, something exciting.

it was really cute- he could hear your heart pound from where he was, watching your face scrunch up, leaning into him.

“if you want me to take care of you, i need to let you know- i’m a lot bigger than him.” matsukawa huffed, sliding the hold on your sides down to your hips, groaning at the warmth and softness molding under his palms.

“and i dont fuck like he does.”

the smooth timbre of his voice turned gravely, growling out those last few words, bringing your body to his- entrapping you in all of him. he let himself grace your neck, lips just barely touching- letting you back away at the challenge.

but you were a greedy thing, the small hint of danger electrifying every nerve in your body. thighs jumping around his lap, squirming.

he says it like a warning, but all it does is excite you. the promise of him fucking you doenst let you focus on anything else.

mattsun feels your squirming, sees the way you bite at your lips, pupils dilating as you watch him, wide eyes roaming his face.

he's the one who starts the grind, tightening the hold, shifting to sit back slightly; pushing you against the length already hard and heavy in his pants.

this is his favorite part, seeing the surprise- eagerly watching for the look of pure shock. maybe you're finally feeling the heavy severity of the situation, maybe it's a jolt of arousal that makes your eyes shake, lips parting in amazement at being sat on his big cock.

whichever one it is, it makes your head tip back, huffing out a tiny noise of surprise and want.

it feels so big, even now, just sat on his cock through his. pants and your bottoms and it's all just so-

“oh!”

throbbing cunt passing over a ridge, catching over your puffy clit, knowing it's the swell of his cockhead. it makes you weak, tipping forward, tugging at his shirt.

issei chuckles in response, warm hand traveling up your back, curling against your head. there's a tiny moment of reprieve- sits there, watching your shoulders tense up before he tugs.

it's gentle at first, admiring how you shape yourself perfectly for him, going limp as soon as he does, but just like you- he's a greedy man and pulls- back bowing against him. with clenched teeth at how you squirm, he hisses;

“what is it bunny?” what's got you makin’ those pretty sounds?”

there's already tears forming against your lashes, the feeling of your cunt freely gliding against the pool of arousal lying wetly right on your panties makes everything that more… exciting. if he's able to bring you to this state by just tugging at your hair… the thought makes you desperate or what else he could do to you.

“you! it's you ‘sei! don't want you to tease- take. care. of. me.” you mewl, exasperated at his actions.

he's so close- you can feel his cock pulse under him, and you want nothing more than to be split open.

but your sweet little tantrum simply makes him laugh, bringing your throat to his mouth, teeth grazing sweetly against the thrum of your pulse.

“little bunny… you’ve got some fight, hm?” he whispers, letting you go with a quick little bite- a reminder, something to let you know to calm yourself.

usually he’d take his time- reduce you into a mess of cum and tears and spit until you’re crying out for him, and even then he wouldn’t give you what you wanted. however, issei would play nice for now, knowing your little outburst was all due to the want for him. it made his heart thump loudly against his ribs.

“it’s okay- i’ll fuck it out of you.” mattsun groans.

you tense up at his words- the throbbing against the spot where he nipped keeping a heavy reminder, impatience didn't look pretty on you.

he lets a hand leave the warmth of your hips, thumb digging into the side of your cheek impatiently, keeping your head tilted to look at him- the tension in your scalp lessens and you're aware of the direction his other hand is traveling.

the sound of his belt clinking, button popping open, and zipper falling makes you squeak. whole body lighting up, pressing your cunt right against the hand working to release him from his pants.

“please!”

the word slips from your lips involuntarily, and once again, he lets the slip up go. there would be time to teach you to wait, to earn what he gives you.

using the grip he already has on your face, he picks you up, a show of strength tugging you up by your face to give his cock room to be released. your knees shakily hit either side of the bed around his body, hips tipping forward- giving him space, but even then, you feel the tip of his cock brush against your pussy.

a high, shaky sound of air leaving your lungs in a shocked whimper makes his cock jump heavily- your hands landing by your face as you stare, chest heaving- weight of his hand falls from your face, down to your neck, pressing you deep into the bed.

the thrum of fear peaks once more, exaggerating another gush of arousal, this time running down your ass- no longer caught by your panties.

“pretty.” is all he says, squeezing once, watching your legs jump. his thumb swipes up against your cheek to catch a stray tear. he wants to make a remark about your skittish muscles, working against you to tense up with every movement he makes, but the heavy lust burning in his stomach doesn't let him.

“breathe in for me- it’ll hurt less if you do.”

there’s sick pleasure watching you nod, so eager to do what he says just to be hurt in order to take him all. he wastes no time in order to tug your bottoms off, impatiently working with only one hand, all while he keeps his eyes on your face. its all a frenzy of want.

he wanted to take you like an animal, wanted to make it hurt- wanted to break your soft mind, but he resists. it’ll be fine for now, the time to play how he wants could happen at a later time.

the head of his cock meets heavy resistance, slickened by the never ending stream of arousal leaking out of your wanting hole- it makes it a little more bearable. you such in a breath, just like he says, tongue heavy with the weight of it playing against your cunt.

he was right, he was right and now your heart beat loudly in your chest at the feeling of him pressing in more and more- he was bigger than your hajime, and it hurt.

it hurt so good.

“m-more!” you gasp, impatiently waiting with the slow pace he's taking you. hands clawing at the hand still wrapped firmly around your throat, legs thumping over and over on either side of him.

it takes him back, gasping at the slight tilt of your hips seeking more of him, his eyebrows pinch together in amusement and surprise.

you were proving to be more of a challenge than he thought- but he did as he was told for now, shifting down to really pin you.

“pretty girl, so dirty- you keep surprisin’ me.” he grunts, watching your body lie pliant, mouth hanging open in a desperate and now silent plea.

he counts to three before lessening up, blinking at the way you shoot up to take a heavy gulp of air.

“good bunny.” he seethes, trying to keep up with your greedy cunt, fluttering around him as he pushes in and in and in.

its so good, nails digging into the arm still trapping your upper body down onto the bed, drooling as your tongue lulls out.

you’re hot and wound up, pooling sweat dripping down against your clothes, smushed against his mattress.

the first slam of his hips inside makes you sob, eyes fluttering shut at the feeling of all the tension leaving your body, a reaction to being fucked so hard. you can feel him make a noise of appreciation at that, pushing his weight- using it to fuck you down onto the bed.

“so good- such a greedy pussy, only satisfied when it's being pounded like this- hm?”

issei emphasizes his words with an increasing tempo, barely giving himself time to breathe, drunk on your cunt- the pretty sounds you're making, the way your eyes have rolled to the back of your head, small hands no longer grabbing at his wrist.

you're creaming around him, already cuming at just mintues of being given what you so desperately begged for.

“issei! ‘sei!”

it sounds so pretty leaving your mouth in this breathy pitch and it's getting to him, the building orgasm crawling towards him at a rapid pace.

he releases the hold on your neck to grab desperately at your hips, arching your back against him while you jolt, body receiving the shock of his pistoning hips- slapping heavily onto your thighs, mixing with the loud squelch and squeal singing from your body.

you can’t will your muscles to contract any longer, already cuming once more at the change in position, weakly crying out his name- sweet and fucked out, babbling the consonants of his name over and over again.

“good girl- c-cuming so pretty for me.” he pants, teeth clashing together as he pushes past the resistance of your walls once more, sheathing his cock inside in a final attempt to make it hurt. he knows he’s successful when you lift up off the bed, choking out a warbling scream.

his body seizes, matching the feverish way you’re spasming around his body.

the heated, spurt of cum inside your cunt comes in thick ropes and you exhale in response, turning your head left to right as you receive it all- take it all in your battered, swollen walls.

he stays right where he stops, head hooked down, eyes looking at the cream of cum splattered on the stretched out lips of your cunt.

“fuck.” he gasps, slowly coming back from the overwhelming burst of pleasure.

“are you okay?” matsukawa asks, eyes softening at the way you slowly open your eyes, blinking hot tears from your lashes.

you cant respond verbally just yet, giving him a nod, a small tilt of your head before dropping your legs- finally relaxing.

he sees why you need this every night, you're glowing- covered in sweat and a sweet smile playing at your lips.

“so good- thank you issei.” you sing, already ready to sleep- and with the almost devious curl of your lips, he swears you- the sweet bunny he brought into his home was more predator than prey.

“play with me some more... later- please.” you hum, shivering at the globs of cum cooling against your stretched cunt, all before you sigh and close your eyes, looking for that sweet sleep.

matsukawa stays up a bit later, giving iwaizumi a quick text- asking if you would ever truly be satisfied, and the response he gets sends a prickle of heat curling against his neck-

fuck her unconscious or else she’ll keep wanting more.

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GOJO SATORU || GENERAL RELATIONSHIP AS A MARRIED COUPLE

| featuring : gojo satoru from jujutsu kaisen

| warnings : grammar errors but other than that n/a

| form : headcanons

| published : 24 november  

| request : Heyyy can you do headcanons for gojo married to the school’s sweetheart during his second year or housewife headcanons

| barista’s notes : hi there! ʕ •ᴥ•ʔゝ☆ i can’t really lie to you guys, this isn’t really my best piece of work and there were so many more things i wanted to add but it was getting a tiny bit long....�� ᵒ ᴥ ᵒʔ other than that, i was munching on some chinese mango shortcakes, you guys should really try it sometime. other than that, i hope you enjoy this cup of classic black coffee (jujutsu kaisen request!) ʕ •ᴥ•ʔ

Ever since being married to Gojo, there has never been a day where something didn’t happen. There was always something happening whether it would be him telling you that he was attacked by a special grade curse to him skipping a meeting with your old teacher - principal Yaga - asking you if you had seen him.

Of course, you answering him by shaking your head because your husband had told you that he was actually going to the meeting - then though in the back of your mind you knew he was either lying to you or being truthful by arriving late - only for him to pop up from his hiding place after principle Yaga left.

“Don’t you have a meeting to go to Satoru?”

“Are you not happy to see me wifey~?”

Of course, his excuses would be that he didn’t get to say he loves you in the morning or he didn’t kiss you enough - you have been with his man since your second year at Jujutsu high so you knew that this excuse of his was a lie, he just didn’t want to be there~

Nevertheless, he still kisses you with a proud smile on his face before disappearing to wherever the meeting was held or where he needed to be for the time being.

He would lowkey kiss you again before he disappears - maybe a makeout, whatever the man is feeling.

This is a common occurrence because every day he would appear out of nowhere and would kiss you because that is his favourite thing to do - it’s been like that since the both of you were students.

Back when the both of you students (nearly the beginning of your relationship), you two would practice combat with each other quite a bit since you and him were known to be the strongest within the school. 

However, sometimes when Gojo is in a teasing mood, it will end with him pinning your hands above your head and would kiss you as his reward for winning today’s match.

And after training, when you and Gojo would buy drinks from the vending machines, he would kiss you to distract the fact that he was paying for your drinks.

Well well well ain’t he a gentleman.

After your last year in Jujutsu High, Gojo proposed the idea of being married and that both of you should have a wedding now.

“Babe, you haven’t even proposed to me and I don’t think your clan would even approve of me”

“What are you talking about? Look at your ring finger,”

And sure enough, there is a silver band on your ring finger making you wonder when the hell did he even put it on you without you realising

“I don’t care what my elders say, you are going to be my wifey alright, there is no objections to that, even though I know you never say no anyway~”

Cue you looking away and an extremely red blush slowly appearing on your face because GIRL YOU KNOW IT'S TRUE - to be honest, he ain’t lying….I would accept the proposal within a millisecond.

To elaborate this little flashback, it was quite known to everyone except for the current students that you and Gojo married quite early into your relationship making them wonder if you would regret the decision since marriage is quite a large stepping stone for a relationship.

BUT you do not - you and Gojo were a strong couple, maybe, even more stronger than you were in the beginning, the bond between the both of you just kept going stronger as the days went by.

Gojo has to make it a known fact that he is married, he even reminds his students every day that he is to the point where Fushiguro is just plainly irritated.

“Oh! Did I mention that I’m married to the most powerful female sorcerer in the world?” and he says this while waving the back of his hand to showcase his wedding band - he’s really proud of that fact about him.

If you happen to be walking by, he would ecstatically shout and wave to you while the first-years just stare with a surprised look on their faces - except Fushiguro of course.

“Ah, there she is. Hi wifey~”

You would obviously just wave back with a smile on your face before coming to the chaotic group to greet them, only for Gojo to show off your left hand as well

“Look, look, look, I’m not lying”

Itadori and Kugisaki are S H O C K E D 

“Gojo Sensei, how did you get a girlfriend, let alone a wife?!”

“Quite easily”

In conclusion, expect this man to show you off every single day because he’s really proud that you are his wife, as well as lots of sneak attacks from him during work because he just wants some kisses from you.

[simplysimpingsimp]

can i have platonic headcanons of shinobu, muichiro, mitsuri, sanemi, and gyomei with a male tsugoku thats strong enough to become a hashira but refuses because he likes being by there side.

Hi hi anon! Thank you so very much for being patient with me and I’m so sorry for taking 50 years to get to you and your request dhdhsnd 😭 I like this prompt it’s so cute not wanting to leave your homie’s side TT as always, I’m super sorry for any mistakes! Please let me know if there’s anything you’d like me to fix or change, I will gladly do so <3

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🌼 𝚃𝚜𝚞𝚐𝚘𝚔𝚞 𝚃𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜

🌼 𝙺𝙽𝚈 𝚟𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚡 𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎!𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

🌼 𝙵𝚝. 𝚂𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚘𝚋𝚞, 𝙼𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚘, 𝙼𝚒𝚝𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚒, 𝚂𝚊𝚗𝚎𝚖𝚒, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙶𝚢𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚒

🌼 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚜: 𝚑𝚎/𝚑𝚒𝚖

🌼 𝚃𝚆/𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚎

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𝑺𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒐𝒃𝒖

Shinobu genuinely loved him the same way she loved her sisters and loved being close to him however she would often do her best to encourage him to become a pillar

“Y/n, you’ve done more than the requirement to become a pillar, Oyakata-Sama has been wondering when you would ask,” She would say gently

He would always shake his head with the same gentle smile, “ I feel confident and strong when you’re near me,” he would laughed softly, “Besides you’d miss me too much around here,” he’d tease with a bright smile

She would sigh softly but would pat his head in response with a gentle smile

Shinobu would think it’s sweet and sometimes for the best that he didn’t take the position because she was constantly thinking about the loss of her sister — she didn’t want to lose anyone else

Though she wouldn’t give up on encouraging them to take the next step because it was for the sake of his potential

Shinobu would be more than proud of him regardless if we were to take the position of being a Hashira or not

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𝑴𝒖𝒊𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒓𝒐

Muichiro grew to love him like his brother despite not really remembering much of anything

Though he couldn’t understand why he didn’t want to officially become a pillar

“You’re kinda dumb for not becoming a pillar” he would say a little nonchalantly and sometimes use not so nice words in place of dumb ToT

Though he’d have a small smile hearing Y/n tell him that he loved being by his brother’s side

Muichiro would be a little too reliant on him for emotional support and for memory support because Y/n would often help him remember bits and pieces of his life TT

Would also make a point that he’d miss his partner in crime so he couldn’t bring himself to officially take the position

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𝑴𝒊𝒕𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒊

She would definitely spoil him as her tsugoku as her training was the most difficult considering the rigor of her techniques because of her unique body composition

Mitsuri’s definitely tried more than once to get him to become a pillar as he has completed the training and requirements

“N/n, why don’t you want to become a pillar?” She would ask every time he would refuse

“I love being by your side Mitsuri! You remind me a lot of my little sister and just like I wouldn’t leave her side, I don’t want to leave you,” he’d always smile

Mitsuri would love hearing just how warmed up he was to her though she would feel a little bad thinking that she was holding him back

Though she wouldn’t give up either on having him become a pillar, sometimes she’d use treats to try but it doesn’t work TT

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𝑺𝒂𝒏𝒆𝒎𝒊

Though it was an incredibly difficult bonding experience (Sanemi didn’t want a tsugoku but he was assigned to him by Oyakata who saw his potential), Sanemi definitely warmed up to Y/n

Genuinely began to view him as a brother, though he tried to keep his distance because he’d be reminded of Genya

Too bad, Y/n basically became his adopted brother ToT after a whole lot of counseling from Y/n and talk sessions together

Sanemi tried to encourage him to officially take the position

His refusal would make Sanemi mad enough to where he calls him a bunch of names like dumbass and an idiot for wasting his training

deep down inside Sanemi would be glad in the sense that Y/n wouldn’t have to be in the most dangerous rank of the corps

Sanemi would probably try to force him but at the same time would just leave him by his side — The Wind Pillar couldn’t handle another loss

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𝑮𝒚𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒊

Gyomei would definitely be stunned hearing his refusal to take the next step in becoming an official pillar

“But why? You worked so hard to achieve your strength and to polish your abilities,” he would say, with tears streaming down his away

“I love being by your side, Gyomei. I feel that I will learn more and more being able to train with you frequently — that’s something I wouldn’t have if I became a pillar,” he would answer.

Gyomei had essentially become an older brother to Y/n as he had rescued him from a life of being an orphan and a thief

He put him on a path of good and greatness, it’s something Y/n constantly felt like he had to repay with his life

Gyomei would constantly tell him it was unnecessary and that it was his mission to proceed forward having completed his training but he wouldn’t pressure him either

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ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ғᴏʀ ʀᴇǫᴜᴇsᴛɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ! ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ғᴇᴇʟ ғʀᴇᴇ ᴛᴏ sᴇɴᴅ ɪɴ ʀᴇǫᴜᴇsᴛs/ᴀsᴋs/ɪᴅᴇᴀs/ǫᴜᴇsᴛɪᴏɴs/ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴇɴᴛs/ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ !! sᴇᴇ ʏᴀʟʟ sᴏᴏɴ <3

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[astaroth1357]

Demigod MC Series: Athena

So. I have to deal with the virgin goddesses… By mythos, there really shouldn't ever be children of Artemis, Hestia, or Athena (yes, Athena was a virgin goddess). PJ got past that by making it canon that Annabeth and her siblings were born from cracking open Athena's skull (yes, that's also more or less the canon explanation). They gloss over it real quick but I remember, Rick. I've always remembered and that mental image has haunted me for years...

I can't, in good conscience, ignore the history around Athena's worship (call it an academic restraint) but I REFUSE to do the skull thing. So, since I make the rules here, I'm going with magic adoption. They still get magic powers, they're just more human than demigod. Cool? Cool.

Demigod MC Series: Intro, Aphrodite, Hermes, Hades, Dionysus, Demeter, Athena

Lucifer

The human that popped out of the portal seemed to have enough sense not to attack everyone in the room for a change, but even Lucifer could tell that was more of a strategic choice than for lack of ability...

Their very existence was highly unusual… and quite worrisome. He wasn't even aware Athena could have "children" of her own, but apparently she had been taking in some particularly bright humans to raise and train like her own...

Unbeknownst to him, a surprising amount of human scholars, diplomats, and generals have her to thank for their trade… and that alone should speak to the level of intrigue at play here. 

Was this an accident or Athena's attempt to plant an Olympian spy in the Devildom too…? Either way, he didn't trust them from the get go…

Look, Lucifer isn’t stupid. Athena is a goddess of Wisdom and War and war happens on more than just the battlefield… 

Since they've shown up records have been going missing, official documents keep getting misplaced, and he swears that there's some kind of bug in the student council room...!

It's infuriating watching the MC suck up to Diavolo when he's almost certain that they're running their own agenda behind the scenes! And he can't prove any of it!! They cover their tracks too well!

Lucifer has one of those corkboards covered in newspapers and string in a secret wing of the Castle - 100% dedicated to just tracking the MC's activities…. The longer they're there, the more obsessed he becomes...

He swears between Simeon, Solomon, and MC he feels like a shepherd wondering why the sheep are growling… The Devildom has never been in more danger than it is right now... Send help.

Mammon

To be honest, he kind of thought that they were just going to be Satan 2.0 but that's not really true.

They're more than just a book sponge! Though they do read, like a lot. Let’s just say from one schemer to another… Game recognizes Game.

They come up with plans and ideas soooo fast, it’s insane! Honestly, there are times where he has a new money-making plot and he just brings it to the MC first to run it over. 

Nine times out of ten, not only do they sniff out any problems but they have a solution for him in a matter of minutes! His scheme game has been on point since they’ve shown up!!

They’re also even better tutoring than Satan is, so he’s even managed to get a couple A’s for the first time in his life! Lucifer actually told him he was proud (which he secretly recorded and now uses as a ringtone much to his brother’s regret...)

So yeah, he likes them... buuut that doesn’t keep him from thinking they act a little weird sometimes... 

Mammon: *points to a unused tower close to the RAD building* Over there is the Tower of Sorrow. We use it for storage.

MC: Ah. Interesting… *starts writing in a notebook, muttering* It may need a few minor tweaks but the location is defensible...

Mammon: *stops* Ya say somethin’?

MC: *looks back up* Nope! Say, you’ve been to the Castle a lot haven’t you? Do you know any good ways in?

Mammon: Uhm… Why do ya want to know that…? *starts looking around for Lucifer*

MC: In case of emergencies. I like being prepared. 🙂

Mammon: Look, I don’t know what Lucifer might’a told ya…

MC: I’ll pay you a thousand Grimm for it.

Mammon: Well shit, ya want those maps with or without color?

... Yeeeah, that’s pretty weird… But it’s probably fine. I mean, as long as they keep giving him money, who’s he to complain? 🤷‍♀️

Leviathan

Also thought that they’d be a lot more like Satan but was pleasantly surprised that they were into more than books.

What else did they like exactly? Military strategy!!

It’s been a looong time since he’s been able to talk to someone who’s actually interested in all the battles he’s fought, both in the Celestial Realm and the Devildom, and their curiosity is kind of flattering...! Not a lot of people take his strategic prowess all that seriously anymore...

Plus, they are the BEST partner to have any turn-based strategy game. Hands down. He once got stuck on a level of D-COM for weeks until the MC walked in and mopped the floor with the AI!! They have a serious head for probability and tactics.

The House once made the mistake of letting these two be on the same team during a Hell Game and they absolutely demolished the competition. Mammon didn’t even get a single shot off before half his team was lost to a rigged paint grenade… It took a whole day to clean up… 

However, Levi’s also noticed some odd things about the human… He likes that they’re interested in his past but maybe they’re a little… too interested?

Levi: -and that’s how we defeated the Four Horsemen before they escaped from Purgatory. 

MC: Wow, Levi that’s seriously impressive!! *furiously scribbling on a notebook*

Levi: Well t-thanks… 😅 But, uhm... are you writing that down…?

MC: Hm? Oh no, just doodling. *they lift up the notebook to show a bunch of cute little sketches on the page… and not the magic-based invisible ink all over them…*

Levi: Oh you draw too? Can you do fanart???

MC: Eh, sometimes. But say Levi, can you tell me about your naval ranks again? I’m still really curious… *gets the pen ready again with a smile*

Satan

Oh, it's been a long game of cat-and-mouse between these two… and unfortunately, it’s been pretty addicting too.

He honestly had every intention of tricking the human into making a huge mess do he could bother Lucifer, but at every turn they proved just a hair too clever for him...

He once gave them a cursed book to “lend” to Lucifer, but they saw through it the moment they touched it and lifted the spell before handing it over.

He rigged a podium to spray glitter during one of Lucifer's speeches but the MC disconnected the trigger mic before he even got on stage. It was pretty dang frustrating...

At one point he got so desperate that, just as a test, he tried to trap them in the House's Music Room. Fortunately for them, it only took a few minutes to work out an escape. They even passed by him in the hallway with a wink!

It's confounding! It's infuriating!! 

...and it's so damn sexy... He should be furious but he’s just in awe!!

Add on that they know their art, literature, and multiple different crafts thanks to the tutelage of their adopted mother and that’s it. He’s finished. This boy is in love.

Truthfully though, a part of him is 90% sure that they’re also gathering state secrets… Like, they’re watching Barbs and Diavolo far too close for comfort - but he just can't bring himself to care. 🤷‍♀️

The MC could walk into his room one day and say, "Hey, do you want to help overthrow the monarchy with me?" and he dreads it because deep down he knows that he wouldn’t say no…

Take some notes, kids. Some bad influences get you to drink or do drugs. Others pull you into a centuries long conspiracy to destabilize and topple rival realms from within… But he has fallen for their brain hard. Devil help them all…

Asmodeus 

They’re pretty clever, he’ll give them that, but uh… Are they a little off to anybody else?

Asmo is a charmer by birthright so he has a bit of nose for when someone’s just a liiittttle too nice… Not much of a nose mind you, because he can be thrown off by compliments himself, but enough to think that the MC might be a little too… “kind” for their own good...

First off, who wants to spend that much time with Levi?? They don’t even seem that interested in anime! They just keeping asking him for old war stories…

Then all the sucking up they do to Diavolo and Barbatos? Look, he gets it. Diavolo is a delicious piece of man-hunk and his butler could give him a lesson or two in sweet-talk (and he has), but they seem to be just a little too… nosy.

Of course, Asmo’s suspicions disappear pretty quickly after they start to spoil him with spa nights and beauty secrets they picked up from “casual research” into the subject.

And you know, get a little Demonus in Asmo and start massaging his back? Oh, sweetie he’ll sing like a bird!! … with gossip. Singing with gossip.

Asmo: So I’ve heard that Lucifer has been spending more time at RAD than usual… His whole club is talking about it, they think he’s meeting with some witch!

MC: Hm, is that so? *works on a knot near his shoulder blades* What do you think?

Asmo: Ooh~! Right there, MC! *purrs and lays his head on his arms* Well come on, this is Lucifer we’re talking about! I’m sure he’s just working.

Asmo: Hmm... though come to think of it, I think I heard him asking Barbatos for the spare keys to the Tower of Sorrow…

MC: Oh really? Huh. *works out the knot and gets up* I just remembered that I left some papers with Satan... I’ll be right back.

Asmo: You’re going already??

MC: *waves him off quickly* I’ll be right back, Asmo. *hurries out the door to do totally on-the-up-and-up things… surely*

Beelzebub 

Honestly he doesn't like this one… But not for the reasons you'd expect.

He agrees with everyone else that they seem a little shady, but Solomon and Simeon are too so it's not like that's anything new... 🤷‍♀️

No, no. He dislikes them because they're the person who FINALLY figured out how to keep him from eating all the food in the kitchen!!

Turns out that the trick was to put a teleportation charm on the fridge door that would send all the food away if it’s opened after a certain time of night… 

And where does it go? The Purgatory Hall fridge. And where does the Purgatory Hall food go…? The HoL fridge…

It doesn’t sound so bad until you remember that it means half of their fridge is now Solomon’s leftovers…. 🤢

After they put the same kind of spell on the pantry, it was all over… He couldn't get midnight snacks from the House anymore… Everything was contaminated by Solomon…

The MC is a nice enough person, he doesn’t have a lot of complaints about them, but he wants them to leave. Now. This is inexcusable… He’s so hungry… and he doesn’t want to die by “goulash” or whatever Solomon calls his latest culinary catastrophe… He’s still too young for death… 😓

Belphegor 

In a way, he absolutely could not have asked for a better person to help him get out of that attic.

… In another way, he got one of the worst possible people to try and kill... Like. They saw through his scheme sooo fast…

How was he supposed to know that the human had training in body language and sniffing out lies???

Getting the door open was a piece of cake for them. They knew enough magic to undo the seals and just rummaged around Lucifer's stuff long enough to find the key to the door. He could not have found a more competent individual for a break out, really.

It’s just… well he didn’t expect to go from locked in a room like a prisoner to tied up in enchanted rope, still like a prisoner but now mobile. 😑 

They even used his own hug ruse against him! They caught his wrists when they got close and tied him up before he could shake them off...

Admittedly, it wasn't exactly the best look for them either - what with walking Belphegor downstairs to the others like a one-man-prison-caravan but they're as silver-tongued as they are sly so they talked their way out of it beautifully… 

And like hell was he going to trust them after that!! And not even Beel liked them so something had to be up...

Well, you want a detective? Look no farther than Belphie (no seriously, it’s in the canon). He can put things together pretty fast when he puts his mind to it and watching the MC for a while gave him enough proof to work off of...

He always knew that, humans were bad news and the MC just proved it to him all over again. They are bad news, bad bad news and they’re going to-!

Overthrow… Diavolo…? Is that what he is getting from them…? Huh…

Wait a second, MC. You might just have him interested… 😏

[waitimcomingtoo]

Dummy

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Synopsis: Peter is the only one of the Avengers who doesn’t tease you for being a little slow 

Masterlist

Now you weren’t exactly dumb.

You were just a little slow.

When you joined the Avengers last year, the team learned pretty quickly that your mind moved at a different pace than everyone else. It wasn’t necessarily a bad thing and it didn’t keep you from doing your job, it just meant you were the butt of most of the jokes. Every time one of your blunders happened, your intelligence would be mocked in some way. You knew it was all in good fun, but it hurt to it feelings every now and then. The only person who never poked fun at you was Peter. And for that reason, he was your favorite on the team.

“How are there 23 minutes left in this movie and I still don’t know any of the characters names?” Steve wondered as you all sat in the couch in Stark Towers, watching a movie on a particularly rainy afternoon.

“I think the main kids name is Phoenix. That’s all I got though.” Sam shook his head, just as confused as Steve.

“The dogs name is Benson.” Bucky mumbled quietly.

“Who names their kid Phoenix?” Peter wondered out loud as he shoveled popcorn into his mouth. The two of you were tucked into the corner of the couch, sharing a blanket and bowl of popcorn. You looked at him like he was crazy when you heard his question.

“Ummm, Joaquin Phoenix’s parents.” You scoffed and rolled your eyes. You turned your attention back to the movie as a silence settled in the room. You felt everyone’s eyes on you after a minute and looked around to see everyone staring at you with a dumbfounded expression.

“What?” You asked shyly, shrinking down a little in your seat in discomfort.

“That’s his last name.” Sam stated, chuckling a little under his breath. You realized your mistake and felt your face heat up.

“Oh.” You mumbled, your voice getting drowned out as the rest of the Avengers laughed at your expense.

“Did she really just say that?” Nat looked at the group with a playful smile. Everyone, excluding Peter, nodded as their laughter died down.

“Oh my God.” Steve chuckled. “That’s so stupid.”

There was that word again.

He didn’t mean it maliciously. Steve was the kinda of guy who ushered spiders into a magazine so he could let them outside. And yet, it still stung when he said that word.

Stupid.

You smiled sheepishly and tried to focus on the movie, snuggling closer to Peters side until it ended. You were fully aware that he was the only one who didn’t laugh, and you loved him that.

And maybe you loved him for a few other reasons too.

~

“Alright. Who has money for the subway?” Sam asked the group as he patted his empty pockets. You were on another late night trip to get cookies from a specific shop in Times Square, leaving without Tony’s knowledge. Everyones hands went to their pockets and collectively made a face.

“Not me.” Rhodey shrugged.

“I don’t have any.” Bruce added.

“I don’t even have pockets.” Nat realized.

“I have gum.” Peter proudly produced a silver wrapper from his pocket. “Oh wait, it’s just a wrapper.”

“You’re telling me we’re earth’s mightiest heroes and we’re broke?” Sam shook his head is disdain.

“I gave my last dollar to a guy in the subway for playing music.” Peter defended himself.

“What was he playing?” You asked him as you tiredly leaned against his arm.

“A mandolin.” Peter answered, making your face scrunch up.

“That’s a language.” You laughed at him slightly, feeling empowered by having the upper hand. Everyone looked at you and a few of them snorted.

“Mandarin is a language.” Bruce said gently, not wanting to embarrass you further. “Not mandolin.” 

“What?” You blinked in confusion and looked to Peter for answers.

“A mandolin is an instrument, dummy.” Sam chortled. You smiled tightly as the group laughed at your mistake, looking down to hide your blush.

“Oh. Sorry. My bad.” You laughed shyly as you tucked your hair behind your ear and pretending to read a nearby sign.

“That’s okay.” Peter spoke up in your defense. “They sound really similar. Plus like, French, French Horn. Who knows what’s going on?”

“Yeah.” Bucky said softly. “Or like, bra’s aren’t pointy anymore.”

Bruce nodded like it made perfect sense and Sam just shook his head as he texted.

“What?” You whispered to Peter, not knowing what he meant.

“He’s from the 1920s. He’s still adjusting.” Peter whispered to you out of the corner of his mouth before looking at Bucky. “That’s the spirit. Kind of.”

“FRIDAY is sending a car.” Sam informed the group. “This is never happening again. The cookies aren’t that good.”

“They’re pretty good.” Rhodey shrugged, but wanting the late Nate tradition to end. Sam looked at him for a moment before breaking into a smile.

“Hell yeah they are. Let’s do this again tomorrow.”

~

Bruce found you in the lab the next day with a pin between your teeth and a pencil behind your ear. Papers with drawings of suits were scattered around the table as you measured a piece of black fabric.

“What are you doing?” Bruce wondered as he took a seat across from you. You glanced up at him before marking a dot on the fabric.

“Mr. Stark asked me to help him with the new suits. I’m trying to make a fabric template for Nat’s gloves.” You told him as you smoothed the fabric out.

“Is it hard?” He asked, watching you intently as you worked.

“Not really.” You shrugged and took a step back to examine your work. “Okay. How many holes do we need? 1,2,3,4,5.” You counted your fingers. “Okay. Five holes.”

You sat back down and put five dots where her fingers would be to mark where you had to cut. You heard a slight chuckle from Bruce and looked up at him curiously.

“Did you just count your fingers?” He asked slowly, wanting to make sure he saw what he thought he had. “To know how many fingers Nat has?”

Your face burned when you realized how dumb you looked, in front of a scientific genius no less.

“Oh, Uh, yeah.” You stammered, feeling very insecure with him watching you now. You moved slower than before and second guessed moves you’d already made a hundred times. Bruce sensed your discomfort and got out of his seat, tapping the table twice as he thought.

“Have you ever heard the expression “the lights are on but nobody’s home’?” He asked you and you were grateful he changed the subject.

“Yeah, I think I have.” You smiled, proud of yourself for knowing something.

“It reminds me of you.” Bruce said so politely that you didn’t realize it was an insult at first. He left the lab to find Tony, leaving you feeling embarrassed and a little hurt. Everyone knew Bruce could hurt you ten times worse with his words than the Hulk could with his fists, you’d just never been his target before. You slumped down in your seat and continued making the gloves, your mood significantly dampened from before he came in the room.

~

You walked into the kitchen the next morning, sleepily rubbing your eyes. You pressed a chaste kiss on Peters shoulder as you passed him, also more affectionate to your best friend when you were half asleep. You smiled at Rhodey, who was seated at the bar and skimming through a newspaper.

“Did you eat yet?” You asked him through a yawn as you got out yogurt and fruit for yourself.

“No. I needed my coffee first.” He smiled sleepily at you and held up his mug.

“Oh, you mean your sugar with a spoonful of coffee?” You teased him. “Yeah, it’s good you got that out of the way.”

“I prefer it this way. The sugar wakes me up.” Peter defended his drink as he took a sip.

“That’s what the caffeine is supposed to do, mi amor.” You laughed as you ruffled his bed head ridden hair. He was about to make a comeback when his stomach rumbles loudly.

“Someone’s hungry.” You remarked. “Do you want eggs?”

“No thanks.” Peter shook his head. “I can’t eat eggs alone.”

“Well I’m here. And Rhodey’s right there, so you’re not alone.” You told him. “And I can grab Steve and Bucky. They’re just in the other room.”

Rhodey looked up from his newspaper with raised eyebrows and looked at Peter. Peter set his mug down and made a face at Rhodey that told him not to say anything. You looked between the two of them in confusion as you wondered what was going on.

“I meant alone as in without toast, sweetness.” Peter said gently, not wanting you to feel dumb for misunderstanding. “But I am glad you’re here.”

“Oh.” You faked a smile and shrugged like it was no big deal. Peter had handled the situation with ease and you didn’t feel as embarrassed as you normally would. That is until…

“You know, Y/n, it’s a good thing you’re pretty.” Rhodey nodded before going back to his newspaper. You froze with your spoonful of yogurt midway to your mouth and looked at him. He didn’t actually call you dumb, but it was implied. You looked at Peter to see if he was thinking the same thing, but his face had nothing but kindness on it.

“You are pretty.” He agreed with Rhodey. “But you’re a lot of other things too.”

You cracked a smile and rubbed his back for a moment in appreciation.

“Thanks Peter.” You said softly and went back to your breakfast. Not wanting to worry him, you ignored the way Rhodey’s comment made you feel and tried to push it from your mind. But no hard you tried to focus on other things, you had one thought prodding at the back of your head.

You were dumb.

~

A week went by without anyone poking fun at your intelligence. You had a sneaking suspicion Peter had something to do with the lack of comments, but you said nothing. It was nice to have a break from all the teasing and it made hanging out with the team more enjoyable. You all lingered around the kitchen one day, eating all different kinds of lunch when Tony came in the room.

“Eat up, funky bunch.” He clapped his hands. “We have a mission in Alaska to train for and I need all hands on deck. Cap, do you think you can teach Peter that spinny thingy you do?”

“I can try.” Steve looked at Peter and nodded.

“Great. I’m getting a manicure. I’ll be back around noon.” Tony informed you all.

“Wait, I thought you said all hands on deck.” You tilted your head at him.

“I did. Which I why I have to make sure my hands look the best.” Tony waved flirtatiously, wiggling his fingers around like a teenage girl. He smirked as his action was met with some eye rolls and a few chuckles before leaving the room.

“I can’t believe we’re going to Alaska.” Peter nudged you excitedly and you smiled with glee.

“Is Alaska the same as the North Pole? Or am I thinking of Antarctica?” Sam wondered out loud.

“No. The North Pole is all the way at the top. Alaska is below California. Like by Texas.” You said confidently, proud that you knew information that someone else didn’t. Your pride quickly dissipated when you saw the teams faces twist in amusement.

“Wait a minute.” Steve looked at you like you were joking. You shrugged, letting him know you weren’t. Sam burst out laughing and clapped his hands as the rest of the team began to laugh.

“Absolutely not.” Sam grinned as he wiped a tear from his eye.

“Yes it is.” You insisted. “Look at any US map. It’s on the bottom by Hawaii.”

You were getting angry now. You knew you were right this time and they were still teasing you.

“No.” Bucky shook his head is dismissal. “No.”

“Alaska is below California on every map I’ve ever seen. You’re telling me I’m wrong?” You our your hand on your hip and stared at them.

“100%. I am 100% telling you you’re wrong.” Sam said between his laughter. Peter came to your side and showed you a picture of a map on his phone.

“Alaska is US territory but it’s not connected to the rest of the states. They just put it below California on maps to show it’s a part of the US. Thats not actually where it’s located.” He said quietly. You looked at the map for a few seconds before you realized he was right. And if he was right…

You were wrong.

“Oh.” You smiled apologetically and averted your eyes. “Oops.”

You turned around and pretending to clean up the kitchen to hide your searing blush. Your fingers clenched around your sponge when you heard the teasing laughter from behind you.

“Sometimes I wonder how you made it out of high school.” Steve joked as he threw out the crusts of his sandwich. The comment stung you and you began to scrub the counter faster so you could leave the room sooner. Peter could see your shoulders tense and put a reassuring hand on your back. You gave him a tight lipped smiled before putting your dish in the sink.

“I’m still wondering how she made it out of first grade.” Nat teased you and she poked your side.

“I can’t believe she made it out of the womb in the first place with nobody telling her where to go.” Sam said, making everyone laugh loudly. You abruptly threw a dish in the sink, making everyone go silent. You tuned around slowly and faked a smile.

“Haha. Yeah.” You forced a laugh. “I’ll catch you guys later.”

You swiftly left the room before anyone could catch your tears. You felt stupid for even getting upset over it, but their words hurt. Feeling like you were always the dumbest person in the room was taking a toll on you, especially when you weren’t the only one who felt that way. Peter watched you leave with sympathetic eyes, feeling his own frustration bubble at the sound of the team laughing at you. He thought they had listened the first time he told them to stop making fun of you, but they clearly hadn’t. After seeing the pained look on your face, Peter made a decision.

It was never going to happen again.

~

“Ugh. I’m never gonna get this right.” Peter groaned as he messed up the move Steve was trying to teach him once again.

“You’re getting too much inside your head. Just let it happen naturally.” Steve instructed as he resumed his stance. Peter tried the move again, wiping out and landing on his side with a thud. You watched him out of the corner of your eye as you spared with Nat.

“I can’t.” Peter got up and rubbed his arm. “I can’t do it.”

Steve nodded, like he was accepting Peters defeat. You stopped sparing and looked at Peter.

“Yes you can. Come on, Peter.” You encouraged him. “Everyone told Van Gogh that he couldn’t be an artist because he only had one ear but he did it anyway.”

The room feel silent, as it often did when you spoke, and everyone looked down.

“Oh dear Lord.” Rhodey sighed and hung his head and he snickered. You could see everyone else fighting back laughter or cracking a smile, yet saying nothing.

“What?” You crossed your arms in annoyance, looming to Peter for help.

“He chopped his ear off after becoming an artist.” Peter said kindly. “He wasn’t born without one.”

You opened your mouth to speak, but Tony beat you to it.

“Speaking of ears, do you think of you shone a light in one of Y/n’s ears, it would come out the other ear?” Tony quipped, making everyone laugh. The tips of your ears burned as that feeling of stupidity sunk in again. You undid the Velcro on your boxing gloves and pretended to wipe sweat from your face as you rushed to the bin where the gloves went. You kept your back to the group and pretending to be putting your gloves away when you were really concealing your pained expression.

“Yes.” Nat jeered. “Yes I do.”

Your shoulders slumped with exhaustion as you turned around, making every effort to keep your face neutral. Your face didn’t give away any signs of sadness, but your knuckles turning white from how hard you were gripping the bin gave your true feelings away. Peter noticed this and felt his jaw clench. If you weren’t gonna tell them to stop, he was.

“Leave her alone, guys.” He commanded the crowd before looking at you. “Thanks for the encouragement, Y/n. I’m gonna keep trying.”

“It’s fine.” You nodded curtly. “I’m gonna hit the showers. I’ll see you guys at dinner.”

You walked out of the gym, pausing in place when you heard Sams voice.

“Hit the showers?” He laughed. “We just started.”

“Shhh. Don’t confuse the poor girl any further.” Bruce joked back. You looked back at the gym with your eyebrows knit together, taking a quiet step closer to hear what they were saying about you without you there.

“She’s probably like, ‘whats this magic closet that makes rain?’” Rhodey imitated your voice, making you sound as dense as possible.

“Knock it off guys. It’s not funny.” Peter snapped, but the teasing continued.

“Or like, ‘this shampoo says it adds volume, but I used it and I can’t hear any louder than before’.” Tony mocked you, skipping around a little like a child. Your face contorted in misery as they made fun of you. You knew who they really were, and they were good people. They didn’t intend to hurt your feelings, they were only joking around like they did with everyone. Steve was teased all the time for his old fashioned dialect and no one lets Tony live down the kimono incident. Still, all their insults and mockery cut you like a knife.

“Ahh, I love that girl.” Nat shook her head with a smile. “She’s so dumb.”

“She may be slow, but she’s entertaining as hell.” Sam nodded in agreement.

“I said knock it off.” Peter repeated, getting a reaction this time.

“Aw. Peters mad because we’re teasing his girlfriend.” Nat pouted and pinched Peters cheek. She quickly realized how wholesome she was being and punched Bucky in the face to maintain her lethal assassin persona.

“She’s not my girlfriend.” Peter grumbled. Now that you were out of the room, he was the next target.

“He’s right. Hey, maybe that’s why you guys haven’t gotten together yet.” Rhodey shrugged. “She’s too stupid to realize you’re in love with her.”

That was all you had to hear. You ran towards your with tears running down your face. Thanks to Peters advanced heating, he heard every heavy footstep.

“Okay. Maybe she is a little slow.” Peter shook his head in disdain at the team. “But you guys are idiots.”

~

You were quiet the entire way to Alaska, keeping to yourself and silently looking out the window. Peter attempted to talk to you once or twice, but he could tell you wanted to be alone. The Avengers completed the mission within a few hours with minor damage to the area. Peter focused on his job but found himself looking for you every now and then, being as you usually stayed together during missions. He didn’t see you anywhere and assumed you were doing your own thing on the other side of the field. He heart rest assured when he saw you boarding the jet, still looking reserved and aloof from the rest of the team. You took a seat by the window and rested your chin on your hand, looking out at the bleak landscape in front of you as the jet took off. Peter didn’t engage in small talk with the rest of the team and wistfully stared at you instead, silently willing you to cheer up.

“I think that went pretty well.” Rhodey nodded and the team agreed. “But where were you the whole time, Y/n? Picking daisies?”

Peter held his breath as you slowly turned around. You gave Rhodey a frigid smile and shook your head.

“We came during a blizzard so I used my powers to create a heated force field around the area we were in to prevent frostbite and give you guys and easier time seeing in the snow. We were also at a higher altitude than any of us are used to so I kept the air pressure to sea level standard.” You said simply. “And I assumed there would be smoke from the battle so I rounded up the nearby animals and made a separate for field around them to protect their lungs.”

The room went silent, something you were used to at this point. But instead of everyone falling silent because they were laughing at you, they were impressed.

“Oh.” Rhodey blinked in surprise, not expecting the answer he was given.

“I also picked this flower.” You smiled proudly as you produced a Forget Me Not from your lap. Peter couldn’t keep the grin from breaking through on his face. You were the center of attention once again, but in a good way this time. Everyone was pleasantly surprised with what you had done and it showed.

“I didn’t think about the altitude.” Nat realized.

“I had no idea there was a blizzard.” Steve added, looking dumbfounded.

“Because I kept you from knowing.” You shrugged. “I wanted you guys to focus on the mission.”

“I mean, I knew. I just didn’t tell you guys because I was so distracted by my buffed and polished nails.” Tony twiddled his fingers again, showing off his freshly manicured nails. You all laughed, breaking the tension in the jet.

“Well look at that.” Sam looked impressed. “Y/n knew something we didn’t.”

It was almost a compliment, but it still made you feel insecure. You didn’t want it to be this mind boggling every time you did something useful.

“Thanks, Y/n. That was really smart.” Peter said softly as he patted your knee. You put your hand over his and squeezed it. It was the first time someone called your smart, and it made you feel good.

“It was really smart.” Sam said skeptically. He stared at you for a moment before poking your side.

“What are you doing?” You swatted his hand away.

“Just making sure you’re still in there.” He eyed you suspiciously. Peter could sense the attention was making you uncomfortable and changed the subject.

“Are we almost home?” He asked Tony before peering out the window. The flight was a little over 7 hours on a normal plane, but the Stark jet was much quicker. The flight would only take a few hours, but Peter was not known for being patient.

“Yes, Peter. We are almost back at the tower. You can get your diaper changed and your bottle as soon as we get back.” Tony sassed him, making him shrink in his seat. Your body language had completely changed and your were now sitting straight, facing the group. Peter was glad you were feeling better and didn’t even mind Tony’s comment.

“Guys, let’s be civil. We’re all tired. We all want to get home.” You said calmly. “Let’s just focus on how pretty the sky looks tonight. Isn’t is pretty, Peter?”

He gazed at your profile as you looked out the window at the stars, admiring how pretty you looked from the side.

“Yeah. It’s beautiful.” He conceded without ever taking his eyes off you. You shot him a smile before looking straight ahead at the dashboard.

“Wow, the moon is huge!” You pointed time a large yellow crescent that could be seen through the window.

“That’s literally the reflection of my banana on the windshield.” Tony deadpanned. He may have been right, but it still looked pretty.

“Should we make a wish?” You asked Peter, ignoring Tony’s comment.

“On the banana?” He asked.

“Yes.” You nodded. “On the banana.”

“Why?” Rhodey asked. “It’s not like people wish on the moon.”

“It feels like we should.” You said with confidence.

“Yep. She’s still in there.” Sam chuckled. And just like that, your confidence receded.

“I hate it here.” Bucky sighed heavily and tuned out of the conversation.

“It must be so peaceful being you, Y/n.” Tony remarked.

“Why do you say that?” You wondered.

“Because instead of thinking about your problems and mistrials, you simply don’t think at all.” Tony said suavely. In only a better for minutes, you’d gone from being the hero to the laughing stock of the group. The sly comments and taunting laughter made you feel like you should stop opening your mouth entirely. You faked a smile and turned back towards the window, tuning out the rest of the way home. Peter chewed his lip as he stared at you, feeling useless to helping you out. The team just wouldn’t let up, no matter how many times he told them to stop. Knowing you weren’t in the mood to talk, he scooted closer to you and put a comforting hand on your back. You smiled warmly at him and rested your head on his shoulder, listening to him point out the constellations the whole way home.

~

The next day, you and Peter were sitting in the balcony, working on some new gadgets for Mr. Stark when Peter made a startling discovery.

“Where’s my right web shooter?” Peter stood up in a panic when he realized it was missing. “I left it right here.”

“Maybe a bird carried it off.” You shrugged as you twisted a tiny screw into Peters left web shooter.

“I’m being serious, Y/n.” Peter stated. “Mr. Stark is going to kill me and turn me into a decorative rug if I lost it.”

“I’m being serious too. We live in New York and I see birds around here all the time.” You told him as you continued your work. “And you know the pigeons here are feral. A bird probably stole it to pay for his child support.”

Peter usually entertained your antics and joined in with his own batch of sarcasm, but he wasn’t in the mood. His web shooter was missing and their were actual stakes involved. Without his web shooter, he couldn’t be Spiderman. And without Spider-Man, he couldn’t be an Avenger.

“Can you be serious for once?“ Peter whined, picking up everything on the table to look under it.

“I’m just saying it’s possible, Peter. You never know.” You insisted as you put your screw driver down to help him look. You began looking in the flower pots on the windowsill that you and Peter had planted. Peter stopped his search for a moment, growing angry with you for wasting time. He didn’t know if you were joking around or genuine believed his web shooter was in the flower pots, but it made him frustrated nonetheless. A combination of his lack of sleep and stress over losing the webshooter manifested into a moment of unchecked rage.

“No, it’s not possible.” He snapped. “A bird didn’t steal my web shooter. God, do you have to be so stupid?” 

 The word hung in the air for a moment, settling in to the both of you. Peters eyes immediately softened, feeling instant regret for what he had said. You stopped trifling through the plants and slowly turned around.

“What?” You asked quietly. Peter tightened his lips into a line and tried to justify what he had said.

“I try to defend you but you make it so hard. Can you help me out a little here and not be so…” He trailed off when he realized he had only made it worse. Your face hardened and you looked disappointed in Peter, which killed him. He would have preferred anger or even sadness, but the disappointment killed him.

“So what?” You shrugged. “Finish your sentence Peter.”

“I didn’t mean that.”

“No, really, go ahead.” You stated coldly. “You got this far. So what, Peter?”

He looked at you for a moment, getting that feeling of wishing you could turn back time just a few seconds to fix a mistake.

“So dumb all the time.” He finished his sentence with an unsteady voice. Your face scrunched up in a pained expression as you sucked in and let out a shaky breath.

“You were the only one who never called me that.” You whimpered before moving past him and going inside. Peter watched you through the open balcony doors as you disappeared into the hallway with a heavy heart. His mouth was open to apologize, but you were long gone. He’d seen you being ridiculed so many times already, and now he was the one doing it. All that talk about it never happening again, only for him to be the reason it happened. Peter couldn’t live with himself for another minute without you knowing how sorry he was. He took a step towards the doorway until he heard a pigeon land on the table. He watched it curiously for a moment as it pecked at the screwdriver you had been using before picking it up with its beak. It flew over to the edge and began to walk along the railing, still keeping the screwdriver in his mouth. Peter followed the pigeon, walking all the way down the balcony to find a large nest in the corner. He watched as it dropped the screwdriver into its nest, right next to his web shooter.

“Holy shit. A bird stole my web shooter.” Peter said in disbelief. Peter watched as baby pigeons poked out from inside the web shooter to greet the other pigeon.

“Holy shit. A bird stole my web shooter for his kids.” Peters eyes widened even more than they already were. Realized struck him and his shoulders slumped.

“She was right.” He mumbled, angry at himself more than ever. “I yelled at her and she was right.”

Peter wasted no time in rescuing his web shooter from the birds, offering them a nice biodegradable coffee cup in its place, and ran to the kitchen to make you a peace offering. He knocked softly on your door and didn’t wait for an answer before going in.

“I made you this cup of tea as an apology.” Peter stiffly held out a mug with an awkward smile on his face. You looked at Peter from your bed, eyes puffy like you had been crying. You stared at each other for a long time, you with a death glare and Peter with his awkward smile. Neither of you said a word as Peter continued to hold out the mug. After two full minute of silence, a bead of sweat ran down Peters face as he looked around nervously, never breaking his smile. You let out an angry sigh and decided to throw him a bone, crossing the room to accept his mug. You looked into the cup for a moment before looking back at Peter.

“This is empty.” You deadpanned.

“I don’t know how to make tea.” Peter whispered, never breaking eye contact.

“I’ve seen you make it.” You snapped.

“I forgot how to do it.” Peters eyes shifted nervously to the side.

“Bucky was in the kitchen, wasn’t he?”

“I know he hates me.” Peter talked over you as you groaned. “I know he does.”

“Just go away.” You tried to close the door but he kept it open.

“No.” Peter said firmly. “I came in here to apologize.”

“You see this?” You held up the mug for a Peter to see. “It’s my cup of care. And look at that” ,you dumped the cup over, “it’s empty.”

Peter stared at your demonstration with raised eyebrows, surprised that you were still able to be sarcastic when he hurt you. Peter took the mug from your hands and set it on the ground before slowly looking up at your face.

“You’re not stupid.” He said softly with all the sincerity his heart could give. You scoffed and folded your arms, looking to the side when you felt tears sting your eyes.

“Yes I am.” You said like you fully believed it, which was Peters worse fear. “Everyone says so. Even you.”

It hit Peter like a sheet of glass when you looked at him like that.

Like he was someone you didn’t want around.

“I didn’t mean to say that.” Peter apologized. “That is not how I feel. At all.”

“Don’t act like you’ve never thought about saying that before.” You laughed sadly. “Everyone on the team calls me dumb. It was only a matter of time before you did it too.”

“I didn’t mean it.” Peter repeated. “I don’t think you’re stupid.”

“Bullshit.” You snapped. “You’re so full of bullshit.”

“I’m not full of bullshit.” He whined like a child and gave you puppy dog eyes. “I’m full of regret.”

You chewed the inside of your cheek as he gave you his best pout, willing you to forgive him. Finally, you caved and cracked a smile.

“I hate you.” You stamped your foot and hung your head, frustrated with yourself for not being able to stay mad at him. Peter opened his arms and you walked into them, arms still folded angrily. You bumped your forehead against his shoulder before moving to rest your chin on it as he wrapped his arms around you. Peter nestled against your hair and sighed, happy that you had forgiven him but still saddened that he had hurt you in the first place. He could see the pile of used tissues on your bed and it killed him to know he made you cry.

“I didn’t mean to call you that. I really didn’t.” He said softly. “I’m the one who’s been trying to stop people from saying that.”

“But they still do it.” You sniffled. “Everyday I get called dumb or stupid or scalene.”

“I think it’s obtuse, not scalene.” Peter reluctantly corrected you. You pulled away and little and let Peter wipe the tears from your face.

“Maybe they’re right.” You shrugged and looked Peter in the eyes. “Maybe I am dumb.”

Peter kept your face between his hands, staring at you for a moment before sighing.

“I once sneezed so many times in a row that I peed my pants.” Peter deadpanned. “I was 17.”

“What?” You chuckled as you wiped your nose.

“I saw Bucky try to take a piece of toast out of the toaster with his metal arm and electrocute himself.” He continued. “And I constantly see Tony bumping into glass doors.”

“I don’t understand.” You squinted your eyes, but sure what point he was trying to make.

“Steve still picks up the phone and asks for the operator. Nat leaves her curling iron plugged in all the time. I do not think Sam knows the address of where we live and I’m pretty sure Rhodey can’t do laundry. He gets all his stuff dry cleaned, even his socks.”

“Why are you telling me all of this?” You asked.

“Because were all dumb.” Peter concluded. “We all do and say dumb things. You don’t know where Alaska is and no one in this tower can read analog clocks. If we’re all dumb, then maybe none of us are dumb. Or we all are. Who cares?” Peter shrugged, making you laugh. “And you were right. A bird did carry off my web shooter. So no, you’re no dumb. Or stupid. Or obtuse. You’re, uh, you- you…” Peter looked down at he fumbled over his words.

“I’m what?” You raised an eyebrow. You could finish his sentence last time, but this time you were lost.

“You’re…” Peter tampered off again, staring at your confused expression for a moment before pulling you into a kiss. Your hands clenched into a fist and slowly uncurled as you relaxed into the kiss. Peter pulled away too soon and let his eyes flutter open. They met yours and you shared a moment of hesitation, not knowing what happened rest next.

“I’m gonna be honest lovey, I didn’t really have an ending to that sentence.” Peter chris joes softly, his breath fanning your face. “That was mainly improv.”

“You’re pretty good at improv, Parker.” You cracked a smile and wrapped your arms around his neck.

“I did a little bit of theater in high school.” He shrugged smugly, making you giggle.

“Mmm. I severely don’t want to hear about that.” You teased before kissing him again.

“Oh, I think you do.” Peter remarked. “Because I once went to the bathroom during intermission with my mic still on and the entire audience heard me peeing.”

“Oh my God.” You laughed. “You’re so stupid.”

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