#We're not gonna talk about my mistakes here. We're rolling with it

[bbkoolkatz]

part 2 prof! Izuku part 1 part 3

synopsis: after a series of ignored apologies, you accepted (kinda) what's happened and decided to finally respond... then months go by and you've gotten over him... you think...

pairing: professor! Izuku Midoriya x student! reader. college AU

cw: angst to fluff! by not so popular demand lol! just pretend that y'all had conversations in between or something, before the party message.

blurb word count: 800+

now gimme your souls! *evil laughs* (there are three outfit photos so u can choose from them)

people were packed in the campus auditorium, sounds of murmuring and the bass of the music slightly overwhelming your ears. your friends spotted you standing alone, becoming one with the wall behind you and scuttled over offering you a drink to sip on while they chatted. they went on about, the course, how difficult finals we're, all the months of stress and boring lectures. you added to their complaints here and there, making light conversation that you didn't really pay attention to, as your eyes drifted around.

you vaguely listened to them raving about how great everyone's looking, how surprised they were that they passed, etc etc. and then, he walked in... tall, slim, neatly tousled green hair that exposed his forehead, dressed in a dark green shirt one size too small, squeezing his forearms at the point where he rolled them up, and black slacks, accessoried with an all might buckled belt, that held it to his waist.

might not have been much to him, but to you... it was fucking runway worthy... and you froze, the sight of him bringing back that fuzzy feeling in the pit of your stomach. the buffet table was suddenly the most interesting thing in the room as you averted your eyes from your, former professor.

"hey there," he greeted, walking up behind you.

you slowly turned around, and was soon face to face with that signature, irresistible smile of his, you tried looking away from his almost perfect lips and your eyes landed on his... big mistake... but oh how they looked like emerald gems being held hostage behind glass frames, sparkling with the flashing lights of the party.

"is something wrong?" he asked tilting his head to the side before looking over himself.

"oh! uh- no!" you awkwardly reassured. god you wanted gouge your eyes out right now... "I was starting to think you weren't gonna show," you teased, offering a small smile.

"yeah," he chuckled, "i actually wasn't sure either, but I thought it'd be nice to see y- everyone, one last time." he continued, rubbing the back of his neck.

"everyone seems so different out of the classroom huh?" was your attempt at small talk. and you mentally slapped yourself across the face.

"I was thinking the same thing!" he beamed, "it's nice to see you- all! having some fun. it's well deserved." he fiddled with his wristwatch, then with the ends of his shirt on his forearms.

"I'm sorry, parties aren't really my thing..." he admitted, breaking into a nervous sweat and you rested a hand on his to stop his fiddling.

"did you save me that dance... professor?" you chuckled, nodding toward the dancefloor where people had started to gather.

"Izuku," he corrected, "i'm not your professor anymore..." and he took your hand in his, leading you to the center of the dancefloor, weaving through te crowd of people. you've never slow danced before, but by God, at the moment all you wanted was too feel his body heat, as you swayed to whatever song the DJ decided to play.

the people around you paired up, hugging each other close as the music started, and you both followed them. you take initiative, stepping forward to rest your right hand on his shoulder and your left a little lower down his arm.

he hesitated for second, hand hovering over the curve of your waist, "i-is this okay?" he asked, ever the gentleman and.

"more than okay." you mumbled, the warmth of his palms resting awkwardly on your waist, quietly pulled you in as you began to sway in each other's arms.

the dance progressed, and the awkwardness that was there earlier, was nowhere to be seen. it felt as if your bodies were moving in perfect sync, your steps following his, as you closed your eyes and rested your head on his chest, he moved his other hand to rest lower down your back keeping you there.

for a long moment you were standing there, his scarred arms holding you close to him like he didn't want to let go. not that you were complaining... but the music had been changed to something else... more upbeat to bring life back to the party.

"thank you." you smiled and you could hear his heart rate pick up.

"was that good enough?" he whispered, rubbing circles on your back with his thumb. and you nodded against his chest. you stood there for a singular moment longer, before–

"well, i better go say hi to everyone else!" he said, reverting to his awkward state, "don't let me stop you from enjoying yourself!" and he was still holding your right hand in his.

"right," you exhaled, as he let go and you were heading off to grab another drink. "see ya around, Izuku."

"yeah," he chuckled, yet again awkwardly scratching the back of his head, "see ya around."

mlist!

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Ace Trappola: Trouble, that Trappola

Wow, different pjs??? I wonder if each student will truly have unique sleepwear or if it’ll be like “everyone in the same dorm has similar sleepwear, just recolored and with a different motif”. I’ve been laughing about how Ace is dressed and posed, it’s very… Justin Bieber-coded. His bedhead though, it reminds me of Sylvain from FE3H.

Fun fact, I have an irl friend that has the same birthday as Ace... Therefore, I am legally obligated to celebrate it with them/j This year, we're going to an Alice in Wonderland-themed afternoon tea, which I think is very appropriate for Ace! Aaaaaah, My Alice in Wonderland-loving heart can’t take it 😭

Rise and Shine!

He was having a pleasant dream.

There was a path, and the longer he walked on that path, the more the scenery morphed into nonsense.

First was a forest full of twisting turns, colorful signs that pointed this way and that. There was mewing coming from the trees overhead, but every time he looked, he’d find no one there.

Next was a field of progressively bigger and bigger plants. The flowers had faces set in them, and they taunted Ace as he passed. He had plucked the underside of a mushroom cap and chomped down on it. A mistake—Ace had an out-of-body experience, ballooning to the size of a giant and then back to his regular size.

Then he washed away in a sea of tea, spilling from a gigantic glass bottle labelled Drink Me. He swam with the sugar cubes drifting in the fragrant rapids. He caught a current of milk and rode it past trees of chocolate. A dollop of grape jam had dropped down from a branch and landed on his nose.

When Ace, at last, fished himself out of the tea, he was left sticky, skin caked in sugar. As he made to wring his clothes of Darjeeling, he spotted an iced cookie by his feet. Eat Me, it said. There was a trail of them, confections dotting the road ahead in a neat trail. He had followed it—followed until the cookies became crumbs and he was left wandering in a white void, a blank canvas.

Wandering… wandering… where?

Just as that question cropped up like an unwanted weed in an otherwise flawless lawn, a soft sound tickled his ear.

Someone was calling his name.

Who is it…?

He picked up his pace. A casual stroll to a speed walk, then a speed walk into a jog, a job into a run, then a run into a full-on sprint.

"I'm coming! I'm coming already, darn it!!" Ace shouted into the blinding white. "I'm coming, so...!!"

Wait for me. I'll meet you there.

I'll definitely, definitely...!!

His eyes snapped open.

He was lying on his back, wrapped up in his comforter and staring up at the ceiling of his bedroom. Ace blinked several times, slowly adjusting to the sunlight that was spilling in through drawn curtains. A groan escaped him--it was too early for this.

“Mmm… What time is it?” He rolled over in a groggy daze, reaching for his phone. It was still connected to a charger, but it snapped right out of its socket when Ace jolted up. "WHAT?!"

The time, it couldn't be correct. But the line of text messages in his history confirmed the building dread in his stomach.

Gm, Ace! I'll be over soon. Cya then.

I'm here!

Hey, are you up? It's 10 minutes past.

Did you stay up late talking to your bro and sleep through your alarm again?

Hellooooo?

I'm gonna leave without you if you don't come out in 5 minutes.

"Crap, I'm running late!!"

Ace leapt out of bed and flew across his room. The comics and magazines littering his mattress scattered to the floor, but he didn't stop to pick them up.

He moved like lightning, hurriedly dressing and rushing into the communal washroom. While he brushed his teeth with one hand (lest he face the wrath of his vice dorm leader), he teased out his hair with the other. After splashing his face with water (who was going to clock him, Vil?), Ace scribbled on his signature heart, grabbed his backpack, and slipped into his sneakers.

He had his technique down pat thanks to years of practice.

Ace bolted down the hall, stuffing a protein bar into his mouth as he cleared the door. The day greeted him--and so did you, glancing up from your own phone.

"There you are! You kept me waiting, wise guy," you lectured him. It wasn't anything serious--not like his dorm leader's lengthy tirades--just paling around.

"Excuse you," Ace huffed, running a hand through his hair, "I'm fashionably late. There's a difference."

You laughed. Typical of him to always have a snappy comeback prepared.

"Well, c'mon then, fashionably late loser," you urged, playfully nudging his arm, "or we'll both be tardy."

"We'll be late, but at least we'll be late together," he grumbled, nudging you back. "That's fine by me. Wouldn't be the worst thing in the world to be stuck in a room with ya for the afternoon."

"That's a weird way of describing detention with Crewel-sensei."

"What can I say? I'm a poet," he shrugged, letting his sarcasm drip like thick nectar. "Besides, I can't leave you hangin'."

"No?" Your eyebrows hitched. "Funny, cuz I clearly remember you ditching me for cleaning duty on the first day of classes. I almost thought you had left for class without me today too."

"Oi, that was then and this is now! Come on, do you really think I'd do that to you? Me? Really?"

"Absolutely," you said without missing a beat.

"Pfft. You're so wrong about that." He rolled his eyes. "If you were really that worried that I'd gone without you, you could've poked your head in to check on me."

You frowned. "That'd mean I'd have to go into your room."

"So? I've been over at your place and in your room before. What's the big deal? You'd just be returning the favor."

He leaned in, so close that your noses almost touched. Your heart stood still. The corners of Ace's mouth lifted into a smirk. It suited him well, loathe as you were to admit it.

"Or is it that you're being shy?" he asked in a singsong. "Prefect 🎵"

"I-I'm not!" you squeaked, stepping back to put distance between the two of you. "Quit assuming things, Ace! This is why you're so annoying."

"And who is it that's decided to hang out with my 'annoying' ass, huh?" he countered smoothly.

"Urgh...! Maybe I shouldn't have wasted my time waiting for you to get ready after all..." you muttered, turning away from him. "My morning would be way more peaceful without you."

"Way less interesting too," he quipped--getting in the last word.

You shook your head, but didn't bring yourself to argue. However meddlesome his tongue was, he had spoken the naked truth.

He's trouble, that Trappola.

[hope-you-brought-kneepads-bitch]

Club Fun

A/n: this is a draft that I’ve had for a while and I just kept putting it off posting because I wasn’t sure I liked it but I wanted to put it out and see what other people think 💕 thanks for reading I appreciate it 💕

(This also isn’t proofread at all soooo I’m sorry for any mistakes)

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, adult themes and Nat being a pain in the ass

"Come on Y/n how bad could a gentleman's club be?" Nat pushed you through the doors even with you groaning and pushing back against her

"Nat I have a literal alien in my body and I don't know what will set them off" you felt a grumble in your head

"I am not a prepubescent teenager Y/n I am sophisticated"

"Only because you can't survive without me out of my body" you grumbled back and Nat really wished she could understand what you were saying to the alien

You looked up and sighed "okay let's go in"

Nat smiled wide and guided you through the small hallway to the second bouncer "hey we're Nat and Y/n, we have a table booked under Tony Stark?"

The man looked you both over the at the list seeing your names and allowing you past "please keep your hands to yourselves and don't try and get any dancer's numbers because they'll just laugh at you" he laughed and you rolled your eyes turning to Nat

"does he think we're kids? Pretty sure I can control myself around some scantily clad women"

Nat scoffed "talk about yourself Y/n, I see a hot woman staring at me I'll give her money my number, my soul anything the sexy lady wants"

You giggled "you'll get us kicked out the moment we sit down at the booth"

Nat ignored you as she eyed up a waitress walking past who gave her a wink in response "yeah yeah whatever I'm gonna go and get some free drinks" she patted you on the back leaving you alone, well with the alien obviously

"We are being stared at"

You glanced around not noticing anything "what are you talking about?"

They turned your body around suddenly nearly falling over before you managed to steady yourself "dude what the fuck, you can't just turn me around like that!" You whisper shouted at them but they ignored you

"There is a redhead lady who is looking at us and biting her lip, I think she is older than us" you were pointed towards said woman and she gave you a wink

"Oh you're right, do you think she wants us to go over?" Before you could say anything else the woman in question walked over to you "hi pretty girl, do you need some help? You look a little lost"

The sweetness in her voice made the hairs on the back of your neck stand up and your mouth go dry "oh-er no-no thanks my friend is just getting drinks" you glanced at Nat who was very much not getting your drinks but instead was making out with the waitress she followed after

"It seems you're friend is a little busy right now, I'll take you to your booth" she pulled you towards a booth, her hand gripping your own sweaty mess of a hand.

You were near enough thrown into the booth and the woman followed close near enough sat in your lap "how about I get us some shots? They should loosen your cute tongue"

"...okay" you whispered and the women smiled kissing you on the cheek turning around and singling for a waiter to come over with their tray of shots

"How many miss Scarlet?" The man asked and she told him to put the tray down "thanks Brucie"

He left without another word and she took a glass from the tray pointing it towards you "here you go pretty girl" she tipped the drink towards your mouth and you opened your mouth taking the drink "good?"

You nodded licking the left over liquid from your lips "yeah it's good"

The woman's piercing green eyes were locked onto yours sitting in silence for a few moments before she spoke again "can I interest you in a dance?" She asked sweetly and you shook your head maybe a little too much making her pout

"Awe are you sure? I can relive all of that clear tension coming off of your shoulders, you're too pretty to be stressed"

She stood up bringing you with her and walking off towards Nat who managed to pull her face away from the waitress long enough to talk to you

"Y/n! This place is amazing! This is Maria, she's great" her ragged breath made you laugh "I'm sure she is amazing Nat"

Maria looked behind you to the woman and winked "so Scarlet, is this your new little conquest?"

So her name was Scarlet, or maybe just her stage name, you were certain no one gave their real names out, but this Maria did? She's not a dancer though you guessed?

Scarlet's arms wrapped around your waist getting your attention and she chuckled when you jumped "don't think too hard there pretty girl" she looked to Maria "I offered a dance but she turned me down Mia"

You couldn't see her face but you knew she was pouting about you refusing a dance "Y/n you can't refuse a dance! That's the whole point of the club!"

"I know but-

"No buts Y/n! Go on Scarlet take her to a room and help her relax" Nat demanded ignoring your embarrassed face

"Whatever the costumer wants they get Natalia" Scarlet smirked grabbing your hand leading you through the club away from the safety of people and noise for a quiet private room

"You need to relax honey, I promise you're okay I'll take such good care of you" she purred sitting you down on the couch and you finally looked at her properly seeing the dark red blazer wrapped around her body

"Y/n your body is heating up is everything okay?"

You couldn't answer them instead watching Scarlet unbutton her blazer dropping it to the floor

"Holy shit" you whispered letting your eyes wonder over her lingerie barley covering her body, it was useless being there in all honesty, her breasts were practically spilling out and that's where you met her finger pointing to her face "my eyes are up here princess" she chuckled and your eyes snapped up

"S-sorry!"

She giggled coming towards you and straddling your lap placing a leg on either side "don't say sorry for admiring beauty honey, let's start with your name again"

"Y-y/n" you whispered feeling your hands unintentionally land on her thighs and she gasped "getting bold Y/n? I like it"

"You were moving too slow so I needed to help you Y/n"

You knew they where right, you had a woman, a hot woman you may add on your lap wearing the hottest thing you’ve ever seen and yeah sure it’s part of her job but you could have fun right?

“Get out of your pretty head Y/n” she brought you out of your thoughts and jumped at how you could feel her breath on your face as she whispered in your ear “so Y/n are you going to tell me what you I can do for you?

“This is all new to me so I don’t know what to ask for”

Scarlet looked over you and your slightly trembling body “how about a kiss?" She didn't really wait for answer before kissing you on the lips softly, you remained frozen until you were mentally slapped by your symbiote

"Y/n I do not get aroused or feel sexual tension but even I am suffering through this air of arousal, kiss her back"

You relaxed into the kiss sighing as you kissed her back, feeling Venom slip into your body and elongate your tongue and force her mouth open slipping the long tongue inside and wrapping around her own, Scarlet either didn't realise or didn't care because she moaned into the kiss trying to gain some kind of control

When you both had to pull away for some air Scarlet was shocked seeing the tongue lull out of your mouth "what the hell is that? Looks like your tongue had an erection" when she laughed and didn't run away from you or slap you your heart grew ten sizes, it was nice you guessed if still little strange.

"Can you even talk with that thing?" she giggled and wen to kiss you again but you pulled away letting your tongue return to its normal size

"Everthing okay?" She placed a kiss on your cheek as a reassurance and you smiled

"Have you ever heard of symbiotes?"

She sat back on your lap thinking about it "like that alien that tried to destroy the world? Are you that alien?"

You shook your head "no! No at all, I was just infect-sorry chosen to be a host for one...do you want to meet them?"

Scarlet had to bite her lip to keep herself from laughing "well this is nothing like my normal encounters here but sure, let's see the little alien"

Venom didn't need to be told twice and their tendrils appeared forming a their head smiling at Scarlet

"You are a very pretty lady miss Scarlet, I cannot feel aroused or these silly human feelings but you have a hot body and Y/n agrees"

"Venom! Just stop talking" you groaned trying to get away but you were still trapped under Scarlet's thighs

"God this is so weird, it's a good thing you're hot" she lent forward placing a kiss on your neck and then biting you there, you looked at Venom whispering "go back"

They looked at you funny so you said it again "it's a private moment now Venom"

They understood and retreated back into your body quickly and you focused back on the feeling of her soft lips on your neck.

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“My lips are chapped Nat” Maria pulled away from Nat who still tried chasing after her “oh come on, they’re not that bad”

The waitress gently pushed her away “you’re insatiable, I like it, give me a few minutes and I’ll take you somewhere nice”

‘Where?” She questioned

“To the best room we have, it’s got a mini fridge” Maria kissed Nat again softly refusing to let her take over the kiss again “plus we can watch the cameras for your friend”

Nat’s eyes widened “there’s cameras in the room?”

Maria laughed “obviously, how else are we supposed to protect our girls?”

She lead Nat through the club into a closed off area and through a door to a room with a couch, a mini fridge and the cameras she mentioned

“This looks like a pervs hangout” Nat commented but Maria just rolled her eyes pushing the redhead to the couch “just sit there and be quiet, if that’s something you can do”

"I prefer being loud" Nat winked

"I can’t wait to prove that later" Maria took some wine out of the fridge and sat next to the woman giving her a kiss on the cheek “okay let’s get this started" she turned on the Tv changing the channel through the rooms before finding you and Scarlet

"Ugh boring they're just talking" nat looked through the screen, she hoped she could read lips so she knew what you were saying, when she got a closer look she noticed Venom's head at the side of you "what the fuck?!"

Maria put down the wine quickly looking at these screen "what's that?! Is that a puppet? Does your friend have a puppet kink? A little odd but I'm sure Scarlet can work with that" Maria was laughing but Nat only let out a small chuckle too focused on why the hell Venom decided to make themselves known, suddenly Scarlet lent forward kissing and started kissing your neck

"The puppet worked" Maria laughed and Nat managed a small laugh "hah yeah sure" she turned the TV off instead not wanting to focus on you and your weird alien friend, she had no idea why Scarlet didn't mind it though

"Well they're boring now"

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Scarlet's lips moved up to your ear "you're not the only one with a secret princess"

Your smile dropped and you pulled away suddenly but Scarlet just laughed "it's okay honey nothing horrible, do you know what a coven is?"

You flexed your hands on her thighs and swallowed nervously "like witches?"

She smiled "yes"

"Are you a witch?"

She simply nodded and flashed her red eyes making you gasp "shit that's so cool!" You were memorised, maybe a little scared since witches were seen as strange or evil but a dancer at a gentleman's club couldn't be evil...right?

"I'm not evil honey, just someone who gets bored easily and needs something to do"

Did she read your mind?? You looked at her surprised and she giggled "yes princess I can read minds and yours has been a delight to listen too"

That's so weird but cool as well, so what so we do now?"

"Well, my real name is Wanda to start with, I use Scarlet because the guys like it, and for security of course"

You were really trying to listen honestly you were but your eyes kept flickering down to her chest

"You're not listening to a thing I'm saying are you?" Wanda laughed using her finger to lift up your chin "it's okay, I know what you really want" she lent forward to kiss you but a bell went off stopping her in her tracks "oooh sorry princess times up"

She tried pulling away but your fingers dug into her thighs keeping her there "but you were going to kiss me again?”

She raised her eyebrow and smiled at you "I know, I love leaving my clients on edge, it guarantees they come back"

This time Venom growled and appeared again "that seems a little unfair Wanda, we showed you me, I think we deserve a treat"

She just shrugged managing to pull away from you standing up and covering herself with her robe "are you saying you don't want to see me again?"

Both you and Venom were confused

"Because if I slept with you that's what would happen, and I'm quite enjoying your company"

"She is teasing us Y/n"

You agreed "she is"

Wanda watched you as you were thinking, and you knew she was reading your mind "you have some hot thoughts in there Y/n, a stark difference from when we first started, now come on, your friend will be waiting for you"

You sighed reluctantly getting up and going past Wanda when she gave you a small smack on your ass "hey!"

She laughed "I couldn't help myself honey"

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"Nice to finally see you two out of the room, did you give her the full dance Scarlet?" Maria laughed glancing between the two of you and the redhead smiled wrapping her fingers around your waist "she had a wonderful time Maria, she'll be coming back tomorrow night"

Nat gasped and you looked at her "you're coming back?! Wow Y/n, she must've given you the full treatment eh?"

When your face blushed Wanda kissed your cheek "you're so cute malen'kiy you can have my number, so call me when you're here tomorrow and I'll come and get you"

You nodded and went to kiss Wanda but you weren't too sure until Wanda pulled you in close kissing you hard

"Oooooohhhh!" Nat exclaimed excitedly "Maria did you see that?! My little virgin is getting somewhere!"

You instantly pulled back going bright red "Nat! I'm not a virgin! I've slept with loads of women"

Both women laughed and Wanda tried hiding her own smirk "it's okay princess, I'm an excellent teacher"

You groaned pulling away from the woman "come on Nat before I sink into the ground from embarrassment"

Nat giggled and kissed Maria one more time "so it look's like I'll see you tomorrow?"

"I'll have the usual room ready" she winked in response kissing the redhead again

"Do I get a good-bye kiss?" Wanda pouted and you rolled your eyes walking back to her "I never expected this coming into a strip club" holding the woman's face in your hands you kissed Wanda softly before pulling away then kissing her nose

"Hmm you're my favourite client malen'kiy"

"I have no idea what that Russian word means but I hope it's good"

Wanda giggled kissing the side of your head "Ty takaya ocharovatel'naya printsessa, dumayu, ya ostavlyu tebya ty moya"

You heard Nat soft gasp from the side of you and you whipped your head around to her "did she say something shocking?"

Wanda looked to Nat shaking her head and Nat nodded "just some sickly sweet thing about you, typical for you to come into a gentleman's cub for a dance from a stripper to come out with a potential partner"

You shrugged "hey I can't help it if I have incredible game"

The group burst out laughing even Wanda joined in making you pout

"Y/n I love you I really do but you're really terrible with women, I'm surprised Wanda actually made out with you"

You blushed hard leaner closer into Wanda "yeah well fuck you Nat" okay it wasn't the best comeback but its the only one you could think of

"It's okay Y/n I thought that was a very good comeback" Wanda kissed your cheek "okay honey, I've got to go back to work"

You started to talk back but a finger shushed your lips "I still need money my love but I want you back here tomorrow okay?"

You nodded "I'm definitely coming back all the time Wanda, I'll sit in the corner with a snack"

Wanda held in a giggle rubbing your shoulder "oh honey I don't think my clients would enjoy that"

"Then they'd to keep their hands off of you" you retorted and Wanda laughed "my little possessive girl don't worry, you'll get the special private dances"

It was your turn to blush hard again and you had to keep yourself steady "o-oh okay cool yeah! Great"

Nat laughed “you’re a mess, come on idiot let’s go”

[edenmemes]

arcane (s2) sentence starters

ep1 - 8. warning for spoilers !

❝ everybody wants to be my enemy. ❞ ❝ you’re our leader. they follow you. i follow you. ❞ ❝ i've seen miracles spring from the hands of mages many times, but so often, they turned to horrors. ❞ ❝ why does anyone commit acts others deem unspeakable? for love. ❞ ❝ in my experience, no one in power is innocent. ❞ ❝ i don't wanna hear another word out of your mouth. ❞ ❝ i keep telling myself that you're different. but you're not. ❞ ❝ i haven't insulted your intelligence. do not insult mine. ❞ ❝ if you see the opening...take the shot. ❞ ❝ it's me. your vile villainess. the author of your nightmares. ❞ ❝ you have no inkling what family is to me. ❞ ❝ our paths diverged long ago. it was affection that held us together. ❞ ❝ i'm done blaming myself for your mistakes. ❞ ❝ there's one thing i know in my bones. there is no force in this world that can control you. ❞ ❝ your talents can be used to build, instead of destroy. ❞ ❝ no beast is more savage than man. ❞ ❝ i am the dirt under your nails. nothing's gonna clean me out. ❞ ❝ the dirt was on both our hands. ❞ ❝ stick your head in the dirt if you want, but this fantasy you've been living out here, it's not gonna last forever. ❞ ❝ now people avert their gaze when i roll by. ❞ ❝ still giving me the silent treatment, huh? ❞ ❝ you think it's so easy? to turn your back while your city looks to you for salvation? ❞ ❝ playing coy doesn't suit you, love. ❞ ❝ is it bad that i'm making friends with my demons? ❞ ❝ can i do the right thing for the wrong reason? ❞ ❝ ever since you dropped into my life, it's like i put on glasses. ❞ ❝ jeez, lady, you crazy? talking to dead people. ❞ ❝ sometimes taking a leap forward means leaving a few things behind. ❞ ❝ that's a past life, kid. and it was about as sweet as last year's milk. ❞ ❝ why is peace always the justification for violence? ❞ ❝ haven't i done you enough favors? ❞ ❝ i must say goodbye to this place now. to you. ❞ ❝ you got that look in your eye again. what are you planning? ❞ ❝ people have lost their heads for less. ❞ ❝ everyone in my life has changed. promise me you won't change. ❞ ❝ wrath must be met with wrath. ❞ ❝ what you've stolen…is more precious than any gold. ❞ ❝ i apologize for the intrusion. i was attempting to sneak in. ❞ ❝ address me with respect, or keep your mouth shut. ❞ ❝ this is what you asked for. heavy is the crown. ❞ ❝ and then what? you take what you need, hang me out to dry? ❞ ❝ do you realize how easy it was for me to track you down here? ❞ ❝ awful, isn't it? losing a loved one. ❞ ❝ i'm sorry. i’m not comfortable trusting our fates to chance. ❞ ❝ you think it's so easy? to turn your back while your city looks to you for salvation? ❞ ❝ whether i'm pulling the pin or not, everyone who gets close to me dies. ❞ ❝ you walk along the edge of danger and it will change you. ❞ ❝ your youth betrays you. patience is a product of age. both of which i possess in abundance. ❞ ❝ we gotta choose right now whether we're gonna throw in the towel or make a stand together. ❞ ❝ i had a different name back then, you know. ❞ ❝ when will you admit that this is just one of your fantasies? ❞ ❝ my arrogance led me to take on more than i could handle. ❞ ❝ such force must be a final resort. ❞ ❝ in my experience, only guilty men answer accusations with silence. ❞ ❝ every time it seems like we might catch a break. ❞ ❝ you're a monster. why? why do all this? ❞ ❝ i must ask you to surrender your weapons. this is a place of peace. ❞ ❝ i still think it's a dumb idea. but i guess you won, and a deal's a deal. ❞ ❝ it’s nice to know there are still good ones left. ❞ ❝ i promise, it's the last offer you're gonna get. ❞ ❝ no matter what i do, i just can’t seem to die. ❞ ❝ maybe i underestimated you. maybe you have the strength i do not. ❞ ❝ you don't actually need my help. you haven't for a long time. ❞ ❝ like it or not, we're in this mess together. ❞ ❝ compassion. hate. two sides of the same coin. ❞ ❝ i have a plan. you’re not gonna like it. ❞ ❝ come closer, will you, babe? ❞ ❝ i'd feared i wouldn't have the chance to speak with you again. ❞

❝ you here to finish me off? ❞ ❝ i thought you were on our side. ❞ ❝ what is up with you? you've been out of it all day. ❞ ❝ as good as it feels to pour everyone's drink, you need to fill your own cup every now and again. ❞ ❝ you must destroy it. it corrupts. consumes. ❞ ❝ sometimes taking a leap forward means leaving a few things behind. ❞ ❝ we do not lament a warrior's death. we avenge it. ❞ ❝ for the gifted, arrogance is the ultimate threat. ❞ ❝ why do you persist? after everything i've done? ❞ ❝ you're not alone. look at my shadow right behind you like a ghost. ❞ ❝ there is nothing to gain from this senseless bloodshed. ❞ ❝ i choose wrong every time. and because of it, i've lost everyone. ❞ ❝ go. before i do something i regret. ❞ ❝ i don't wanna lose what makes me "me" chasing some wild dream. ❞ ❝ i'm gonna find a way back, with or without you. ❞ ❝ i'm sorry. i've been an idiot. and an ass. you're hurting too. ❞ ❝ one's thoughts are more easily gathered in isolation. ❞ ❝ all right, out with it. what do you want from me? ❞ ❝ hey, in case i don't remember to tell you tomorrow, you've always meant the world to me. ❞ ❝ you ever wish you could just stay in one moment? ❞ ❝ if you're here to kill me, make sure to finish the job. ❞ ❝ i think beneath that mask you're scared. ❞ ❝ i must say that since i've met you, i've truly lived. ❞ ❝ never seen you give up on anything. ❞ ❝ i have the feeling that you'll be running this place soon. ❞ ❝ i think beneath that mask you're scared. ❞ ❝ i'm choosing to fight. and i pray that you will join me. ❞ ❝ this place will grow on you. you'll see. ❞ ❝ you're never gonna give up on me, are you? ❞ ❝ i think the cycle only ends when you find the will to walk away. ❞ ❝ hating you…i've hated myself. i just don't have the energy for it any longer. ❞ ❝ greatest thing we can do in life is find the power to forgive. ❞ ❝ oh, don't get all mushy on me now. ❞ ❝ i'm always with you. even when we're worlds apart. ❞ ❝ just 'cause you're having a bad day, don't take it out on me. ❞ ❝ look at the price of your ambition. you've sacrificed everything. ❞ ❝ you taught me the best lies come wrapped in truth. ❞ ❝ i feel like i woke up in the wrong universe. ❞ ❝ oh, spare the sympathy. ❞ ❝ uh, you do realize code phrases don't work when you make them up on the spot? ❞ ❝ desperation is the doorway to oblivion. ❞ ❝ it was a mistake to come here. ❞ ❝ this will have consequences. ❞ ❝ i know it's my fault that i'm here all alone. ❞ ❝ if you choose to flee, don't stop running. ❞ ❝ go and make some mistakes. you live and you learn. ❞ ❝ let me guess. you think i'm holding myself back. ❞ ❝ i have people back home who need me. ❞ ❝ i’m sorry i haven’t been around. ❞

[mrslankyman]

Failed Mission

Montague (fortnite) x (fem) reader

-> smut / unsafe sex

-> gun use

->idk shit about guns

->Montague forgot his tripod stand. Maybe your ass would work better

->2k words

(request)

Too bad working for the Society meant going on missions with the most annoying man ever. 

Montague. 

His french accent: annoying 

His outfit: ugly

The way he nitpicks everything: infuriating 

He never wanted to listen to You. He never got the right things on the list for the mission. Always forgetting something. Last time he forgot the sticky bombs. Wonder what he will forget this time. It was just a steak out mission. 

There was a rumor that The Under Ground would be attacking Lavish Lair today. That’s how you found yourself on top of one of the snowy mountains that surrounded the mansion. Montague right next to you. His supplies are back in the Jeep. The two of you were just watching below. Trying to see if anything suspicious or off was going on. 

You both just sat in the snow. You mentally hated it. Back at your mansion there was no snow. You lived closer to Ritzy Rivera. So coldness wasn’t something you cared for. Montague on the other hand? He must be as cold as his heart. 

“Wait.. I see something.. I think it’s that Hope girl Valeria talked about.” He got up spraying snow all over. Some of it landed on you, letting out an annoyed groan when you got up. He walked over with his Sniper Rifle. 

Here we go. 

He loaded it and held up the gun. Until he noticed one thing. 

He had the wrong scope. So aiming to hold it up wasn’t going to happen. He shook too much.

Mistake number two.

He didn’t even bring the tripod.

“What now? Did you forget something again?” Your voice was laced with annoyance already. 

“Yes, in fact I did. I have the wrong scope.” He looked over at you as he spoke. Eyeing you up and down in thought. 

“So? Get the tripod and aim the best you can.” You rolled your eyes as if it was obvious. 

“I didn’t bring it.” His voice was lower now. Almost menacing. He was obviously annoyed at you too but he had an idea.

“So what now? I only have my AR that isn’t going to do shit from up here.” You practically yelled at him. He did this too often. 

“I’ll tell you what we're gonna do. Get on your knees.” He demanded pointing near the edge of the cliff. “What the hell, why?” You questioned glaring at him. 

“Just do it, trust me.” He kept pointing at the spot. He was far too strong to deny. He could just shoot you right now if he wanted too. So you listened and groaned as you let your knees sink into the cold snow. You mentally thought of ways to get him back. Maybe on another mission you could dump cold water on him or-

You were cut out of your thoughts when he shoved you down to the ground completely with his foot. Your face shoved into the snow and your arms slid down.

Your back end was arched up, ass in the air. You spit out snow as you lifted up your head. Using your hand to wipe off the snow. “What the fuck is your idea?” You looked back at him as he got on one knee. Laying the barrel of the sniper on your ass.

“Put your head down or i’ll blow it off.” He warned and watched you slowly lower your head.

“Hurry up.” You groaned. What the fuck kind of idea is this. 

Montague on the other hand was having a hard time aiming right. One reason; you were moving too much.

Another?

He was staring at your ass. The position he got you in so easily. You both always got annoyed at each other and got into fights. Yet you both always chose to do missions together despite the hatred. With hatred comes tension. Sometimes the tension feels a little too sexual. 

His eyes wandered from the target below to you to the target.

Once he finally focused in he got a good aim. His hand on the trigger ready to blow this Underground agent's head off you moved.

“Fuck!” He yelled pointing the gun's muzzle at your head. “Stop fucking moving.” He growled as he watched you freeze. You knew his dumb ass would never pull the trigger. But it did scare you slightly. 

“My bad i’m in the freezing fucking snow with an idiot using my ass as a tripod for his fucking gun!” You yelled not even looking at him. Keeping your face forward as you felt the gun move from your head. It was replaced by his hands gripping your hair. He pulled you back to his chest. He dropped his sniper and leaned into your ear. 

“Stop talking back.” His accent slurred most of his words when his voice was this low with anger. His other hand laid on your thigh.

“What are you gonna do if I don’t? Shoot me?” You smirked as him tugging on your hair didn’t make you scared. It makes your mind wander to other things. He was also losing his focus on the mission. His eyes looked down at you, how your lips slightly parted and you looked up at him fully. His hand tangled in your hair. 

“No, I might do something else though.” He warned his eyes were half lidded now. The feeling of you pressed to his chest made him feel things he tried to ignore when around you. Now he was letting those feelings go freely. 

“What is something else, Montague?” Your voice closed in a whisper as you got to his name. If only you knew how that drove him crazy. He could feel himself hardening. Dick straining against his dress pants. 

“You really wanna do this?” His question was almost a whisper as he leaned his head down closer. His stubble looked so much better up closer. His blue and brown eyes looking into yours. The scar made him look menacing despite the blush on his cheeks. 

His frosted tipped hair moved with the motion of the icy wind. 

“Maybe I do.” Your hand moved on top of his hand that was laying on your thigh still. That gave him the answer he needed.

He closed the gap between you two and let his lips engulf yours. All the feelings of anger, annoyance, and sexual tension went into the kiss. All the times you two argued and got into each other's faces now came to a close. Any time you two argue after this it is surely going to end the same way this mission is going to end. 

His hand moved yours off his as he slid it further down to the inside of your thigh. His hand in your hair pulling your head back further. He didn’t really like his angle of kissing. He wanted to grab your face and shove his tongue into your mouth. 

Despite that desire he kept you in this position. 

You pulled away from him and gasped slightly. He went to lean back in wanting, no needing more of you. He wanted your lips back on his. He actually wanted them all over his body. 

“It’s too cold for this.” You sighed, you could feel his hard dick against your ass. Or was it his belt? Either way it was extremely hard. 

“Why not?” He practically begged. His voice was still low but it had a desperate array to it. He wanted you now. He didn’t wanna wait. 

“Let’s go to the Jeep.. come on. Je veux te baiser.” He cooed in your ear his french accent even more prominent as he spoke in his native tongue. “What does that mean?” You asked, laughing slightly.

He got closer to ear his hot breath tickling your neck. 

“I want to fuck you.” His voice was so low and husky you could feel yourself throbbing. 

“Then take me to the Jeep.” You whispered back and without a second thought he had lifted you up and was trudging through the snow to the Jeep. You littered his neck with wet sloppy kisses before he laid you down in the back seat. You scooted to the other seat as he crawled in. He leaned up to the passenger seat and grabbed the lever. Shoving it all the way to the front to give himself more room. 

He loomed over you and smirked. “I want you on my lap now.” He growled and sat back in the seat. You crawled up to sit on his lap. He spread his legs out a little more. His diamond belt buckle really added to his outfit. 

You leaned closer and kissed him. His medallion hitting your chest as you got closer. He kissed back. His plump lips moved with yours in such a needy fashion. He wanted you so badly. He wanted to fuck you so hard you’d forget about any other man who ever pleased you. 

He pushed you back and took a breath. You took this pause to unbuckle his belt. Undoing his dress pants and just pulling out his dick from his boxers. You didn’t bother pulling his pants down. You just pushed the flaps of his pants to the side and his belt. He helped you slide off your pants quickly and underwear. He stared at you before leaning his head back against the headrest of the seat. 

He grabbed your hips and lifted you over his perked up dick. “You ready?” He asked as he slid one hand down to line himself up with your entrance. 

You nodded and slid down on him. You bit your lip holding back your moan. Montague on the other hand? He let his moan echo in the car. He didn’t hold back on the noises. He hadn’t fucked someone in so long. 

He was too busy keeping the Society in order. He loved how your pussy tightened around his dick. This feeling was better than any successful heist he had ever been on. Money made him have a happy feeling but this pussy made him want to live. 

He wanted to wake up every day knowing he could fuck you when ever you wanted. 

He wanted to please you instead of annoy you. 

He made a mental note to forget the tripod again.

“Montague..” You let his name slip out of your mouth in a high pitch moan. He grunted and slurred out random words or phrases in french. You didn’t understand them but you assumed they were good. 

He held you still by the hips and slammed his dick up in you. Letting his hips go up and down ramming his dick into you. You both let out moans of pleasure. He slid one of his gloved hands down and used his thumb to make slow circle motions around your clit. 

“Fuck.. I’m gonna cum..” You squealed as you felt yourself coming undone with each thrush of his dick. He groaned in agreement and grabbed your face with his free hand. Slamming his lips to yours in a passionate kiss. He moaned as he felt you cum on his dick. His motions became sloppy and he moved in and out at different paces. You watched his face scrunch up in pleasure and a low “oh fuck” came out of him before he pulled out and came on his vest. 

Good thing he had 500 others.

He looked you in the eyes as you both calmed down from your highs.

“Oscar can defend himself.” He chuckled and pulled you back to him.

[bambi-slxt]

I’ve been feeling really down lately so would you mind writing something real fluffy with either chris x reader or matt x reader and it’s about how playful they are together and they’re always teasing and tickling each other and stuff like that.

Just something real cute, love your writing btw!!

of course, honey <3 a/n at the bottom

playful!matt & playful!chris:

✨a concept✨

making dinner -

chris: definitely dancing around the kitchen and being exactly zero help. "come on," he yaps, grinning his cute stupid little grin, "dance with me, pretty girl, the pasta can wait." "chris!" you can't help but giggle at the kid. "wanna dance with my lady." his smile is almost too big for his face, and your heart feels tight.

matt: does everything he can to distract you while simultaneously assuming an air of utter and absolute innocence. "i don't know what you're talking about," he says, slipping behind you and pinching your side, rolling his eyes at what he believes is an incredible overreaction from you.

going thrifting -

chris: tries to scare you by hiding in the racks like you haven't been watching him the entire time, only to be disappointed when you're not startled in the slightest. "but...but..." he grumbles, hanging off your shoulders, arms wrapped dejectedly around your neck, "i tried so hard."

matt: "what do you mean, 'don't get the grand-dad shirt'? this is the peak of fashion!"

the shirt in question:

movie night -

chris: resorts to assailing you with tickling when he doesn't get his way. "i wanna - mmfh - watch The Lion - fuck! - King, so we're gonna fuckin' watch - you motherfucker - The Lion - GET BACK HERE!"

matt: keeps trying to drown his face in your tummy instead of watching whatever's put on the tv. "it's just so cozy." his words are incredibly muffled. "you begged me for three days to watch this with you." "mmfh. gimme head scratches." "you're such a baby." "i love youuuuu."

beach day -

chris: insists on playing mermaids ("wait how come you get the sparkly tail. i'm the merman king, i should get the sparkly tail."), lifeguards ("okay, okay, pretend you're like, drowning, yeah. why? so i can be a hero and save you! duh."), and terraforming the beach itself ("it'll be good for a tiktok, yeah, just dig the trench all the way up there by the towels, and then we can divert all the water away from here and-").

matt: hunts all morning for shells for you and teaches himself to braid so he can string them in your hair. he ends up tangling things more than he produces actual results, but is very careful to undo his mistakes and reapply sunscreen on your shoulders. "and here i thought you hated the beach." "i despise the beach," he says cheerfully, closing yet another ziploc baggie filled to the brim with shells. "can't wait to go home." "liar." matt smiles against your neck, his chest pressing into your back. "yeah, maybe."

farmer's market -

chris: conveniently forgets how much he hates fruits and vegetables because, "they just look so, like...anasthetic. that's the word right?" "nope." "anta...antacid? anna..." "aesthetic?" "that's the bitch, look at these strawberries, they're fucking huge-" "you let the strawberries nick bought last week grow mold in the fridge!" chris grins. "what's your point?"

matt: more focused on petting the dogs people brought with them than looking at the actual stalls with products/goods. "who's a good boy, yeah you are, hey babe we should get a dog, oh my god, you're just the sweetest lil' guy-"

night out:

chris: never lets you walk on the outside of the sidewalk and always stops to listen to the musicians through the bars' flung-wide windows. "baby, look, his guitar's got flames on the side. oh shit, you cold? hey, come here, kid," he chuffs, gathering you under his arm, dulcet harmonies flowing from the bar into the soft night air. "i love you," he murmurs, his lips fluttering against the shell of your ear. "i love bein' out here with ya."

matt: gently hands his finger from the belt loop of your jeans, guiding you lightly through the crowds, watching your face light up at the sights and sounds around you. "holy shit, they're so drunk!" "yeah," he says softly. he couldn't care less about a single other thing in this moment - how would he, when the sparkling neon of the nighttime scene washed over your features?

ice-cream date -

chris: plans to get something to share and refuses to hear anything to the contrary, grinning at all attempts to sway him. "yeah, she'll have - quit it - that one over there, please - i'll tickle you right here in public, i swear to god i will - yeah, thanks - miss lady you better watch it-" "...okay, this is pretty good." he scrunches his nose quite cutely in lieu of a verbal response, shoveling spoonfuls into his mouth.

matt: does literally everything he can to get you to make a mess just so he can do the cliche 'wipe ice cream from your lip' move. "i'm a classy guy, alright, leave me alone," he says with a grin.

cleaning day -

chris: CAUTION- may actually flat-out refuse. "we could just stay in bed though," he grumbles, holding your arm hostage. "we gotta cleannnn..." "nahhhh, come back to me." in a sudden burst of energy, he tugs you all the way back onto him, rolling you onto the mattress and under the blanket in one fell movement.

matt: shuffles your favorite playlist, turns it up, and dances with a feather duster you didn't even know he owned. "WHERE THE HELL DID THAT COME FROM?" "STOLE IT FROM NICK'S ROOM. COME ON, WE GOTTA DUST!"

grocery shopping -

chris: has a cart and a dream, and is infinitely more focused on you than actually locating the necessary items. "you want it? yes, mamas," he chuckles, "get whatever you want. yeah i mean it. that's what you want for dinner? okay," he shrugs, his downturned smile making his dimples show up and show out, "i'll make ya whatever you want."

matt: has a list and a plan, both of which quickly crumble as he finds it impossible to resist your impulse-purchasing. "no, baby, we gotta..." - long-suffering sigh - "we already have...yes we do, they're at home in your drawer...what do you mean, 'they're all gone', how did you...okay, well chris isn't SUPPOSED to eat your fucking snacks-"

vlogging -

chris: "okay guys, so i'm gonna take her to build-a-bear but it's gonna be a surprise so don't- HEY YOU'RE NOT SUPPOSED TO BE OUT HERE YET-" the camera falls onto the couch as a blurry image of you and chris rolling around on the floor fades into view. his hat flies off and his weird, goofy laugh fills the living room.

matt: "hey guys >:|" "tell them :)" "i'm fuckin' getting there. so i said last time that i would never do this stupid wheel of punishments again, but someone convinced me-"

makeup/facials -

chris: "this feels colllld. i'm only doing this cuz i love u. what's this one supposed to do? the last one said it was gonna clean out my pores or something, and this one...'just looks cute', huh? i'm gonna fUCKING-" he launches off his bathroom counter and tackles you onto his bed in a flurry of kisses and tickles

matt: "i think i look great with eyeliner actually. what is it larray says, cunty? do i look cunty? why are you laughing?"

cuddle time -

chris: "absolutely not. come here mamas. you're not goin' anywhere, it's rainin' outside, an' i know you're still tired...come on, i miss ya already..." he smiles as you oh-so-reluctantly nestle back into the covers he holds up for you. "atta girl. stay here til' you die." "chris what the fuck." "that was romantic!" "...sure it was honey. sure it was." his laugh makes you roll your eyes, but the peppered kisses that follow make you smile in spite of yourself. "i love you...you know that, right?" "i had an idea, yeah." he tugs you into his body with a playful growl. "shut up."

matt: simply locks his legs around yours so you couldn't leave even if you wanted to. he traces lazy shapes on the back of your hand and his breath fans down over your neck. "miss girl..." "hm?" "were you aware that i loved you?" "ohmygoddoyoureally?" matt's hold tightens and his low chuckle rumbles through your skin. "you're terrible."

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notes from bambi:

thank you for the request anon! i'm so sorry this took so long but i hope it was at least somewhat worth the wait, and i hope things get back on track for you soon <3

[pocketgalaxies]

hello from the past (sunday december 8)! in lieu of my normal friday liveblog here are some things i remember from the daggerheart critmas show in no particular order :)

Uncle Pelvis

riley, full eldritch reindeer monster, just Sobbing about her pet rat which she named gorbachev because her dad calls the actual gorbachev a rat bastard

laura miming her stupid lil candlestick hands and wiggling her stupid lil mesh wings the entire time

marisha getting out of her chair yelling "MY SKATEBOARD–IT'S ROLLING DOWN THE STREET"

the whole audience watching matt's "how to watch daggerheart" video before the show started with utmost rapt attention as if it was new information

"put it in your frigid box" "my body is ready"

"SLIPPERY WHEN WET, BITCH"

slippery when wet bitch made me so happy because it's such a marisha-ism that i pulled out my phone to put it in my tumblr drafts so i wouldn't forget it. it's the only thing i wrote down the whole show

marisha and ashley miming riley sticking her arm into gwenny's body

bethany insulting ralph and ralph sobbing "i thought tristan was just gonna read a dramatic monologue"

every time someone started crying gwenny's hands would creep into frame holding the box

the holiday spirit going "...~whoa~" from tanner's weed grenade

ralph bader ginsburg

bethany's very not secret comic book obsession

"how do you know i was the one who tagged the water tower" "it says dylan right there"

laura going "i still can't believe you all said i was naughty" and travis' thumbs up

everyone going "DIDN'T YOU LIVE IN GERMANY?" and marisha going "YES AND I'VE USED MY EXPERIENCE 'I LIVED OVERSEAS' 4 TIMES ALREADY"

marisha going "we're still rolling even though we had two crits. ok,"

everyone looking at travis' monkey hat and breaking

bethany checking if her vag was still there

gwenny inexplicably knowing everything about everyone's lives and houses

one half of the party crying into a box and the other half getting violently disemboweled by an evil hag

the way bethany said ". no–!" when ralph asked if they had a chance together

bethany's lil tantrums

ralph throwing his own lil tantrum and saying "i learned from the best"

laura trying to use an experience talking to the holiday spirit and muttering "no they wouldn't care who my dad is..."

riley intensely saying "i know where it went. follow me." and then comically slipping on ice with her ungraceful bambi legs

marisha going "matt What did you say you said it so fast and i was so distracted" and matt just repeating back a bunch of german

tristan's illusory pack of krampus monsters all having a little tree topper sitting on one horn

the audience laughing at Every single one of sam's jewish jokes despite ourselves

i can't remember what the context was anymore but taliesin just deadpanning "This Was A Mistake." over all the cry-laughter which only made the cry-laughter more severe

i kept looking at a mom in the row in front of me who definitely only came to support her child and she just looked so confused the whole time. confused for 5 hours straight. i'm so sorry mom

riley screaming "IT'S THE COMMIES" and immediately offering up gwenny because "she's a virgin" and gwenny, 3 beats too late, defensively going "I HAVE SEX ALL THE TIME"

the VIPs doing the little sing-songy thing and the whole cast going "what the fuck you creeps"

sam skipping onto the stage like an angelic little boy when momlan finally announced him

ashley's court jester look in the 2nd half was very cute

someone behind me said "she is so cute" about laura's tree topper outfit, apropos of nothing. relatable

i think nobody in the audience was expecting the character art of their transformations and it was absolutely an involuntary gasp and yell when riley's first appeared. and when marisha described the christmas lights appearing on her antlers like 3 ppl around me including myself went "oh cool"

everyone losing their FUCKING minds when liam did the hamlet monologue

everyone losing their FUCKING minds when liam did the breakfast club monologue

a high schooler robbing the comic store and getting ambushed by a bunch of fairytale monstrosities who are actually also just high schoolers

the concept of a tiny tree topper being able to step in front of someone to take the hit for them. and the fact that every time she did it the crowd went "AWWWW."

tanner's intrusive monkey noises

matt repeatedly saying "it doesn't matter if you rolled with hope or fear on a reaction roll" and marisha going "You Know We're Going To Say It Anyway. I Rolled A 15. With Hope."

liam saying that the hair on his calves specifically was contributing to his armor

marisha trying to do math in front of a crowd of thousands, marisha spitting all over her mic in front of a crowd of thousands, ashley not being able to read her dice in front of a crowd of thousands, laura trying to choose dice in front of a crowd of thousands

sam feeling the need to clarify that his acne was just makeup. the details of the makeup not rly showing up on the screen so it definitely just looked like a rash and i felt a non-negligible amount of relief when he made said clarification

every time gwenny went anywhere it was described as "rolling." like bb-8

gwenny going "hey this kind of isn't so bad" and ralph immediately going "you're going to melt in the summer"

every time they were so teenager-y. "my dad said this" "suck it" "chode"

ralph going "i had my bat mitzvah so i'm a man now, not a child. so this doesn't apply to me" and tristan going "and tanner's 22"

trying to kill a mythical fire scarecrow monster but whenever anyone tries to do something strategic about it everyone goes "NO WAIT THE COMIC BOOKS–"

on a more serious note meeting cool ppl before the show and during intermission! everyone was wearing cozy cr merch it was so cute! there was a trinket with christmas lights and armor with a light-up VM logo! there was a fuckin awesome percy vex couple's cosplay! there were laudnas! there were keyleths! one person got told their bag was too big and everyone in line was offering tips on how to carry all the super cute caleb cosplay-related paraphernalia in their bag, everyone was so nerdy and friendly. the critmas album was playing during the pre-show and the atmosphere was so cute. so many ppl sang along to the twelve days of grogmas mv when it played during intermission. a whole crowd of grog impressions. and when marisha/riley said her stupid thing about how one day nerd culture might become cool and popular and everyone cheered it made me feel so warm and fuzzy.

ok i could keep going but i'll stop. it was such a fun fuckin time y'all

[imagine-you]

Caught In the Middle [Logan/Reader/Wade] (1/7)

Summary: A tragic mistake from your past has literally haunted you for years. You've jumped from place to place in a bid to outrun your ghosts before finally stumbling across the X-Men. You're convinced you'll never love again until the Merc with the Mouth falls right into your life and you find yourself falling for him. When you're pruned by the TVA and end up on a cross-universe trip together to save your universe, you have to come face to face with some hard truths and learn how to forgive yourself before you can move on. You're in no way prepared for what you face and you sure as hell never thought you would find yourself falling in love with one idiot, let alone two. You feel more than a little caught in the middle between Wade and Logan, and while two idiots never really made a right before, you start to realize that there just might be a way for all of you to achieve a happy ending together. Pairings: Wade/Reader, Logan/Reader, Logan/Wade, Logan/Reader/Wade, past!Johnny Storm/Reader Word Count: 8.2k Author's Note: This will eventually involve some Wade/Logan, because I just want the triangle to be equal. The chemistry is undeniable and I can't really help myself. But this is very much about all three finding their own happiness together.

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"You're such a fucking dick, do you know that?" You quickly tugged on your shirt, ignoring Johnny’s lingering look. “I thought we agreed you wouldn’t follow me into the bathroom anymore. That’s the only bit of privacy I get. You can’t just go wandering in when I’m in the shower.” 

"Hey, babe," Johnny started, raising his hands in surrender. "I never even agreed to that. So what if I like to sneak a peek now and then? Give me something to enjoy in my afterlife. Besides, what’re you gonna do about it? No door’s gonna keep me out. I’ll just walk right through it.” 

“Such a dick,” you muttered, glaring at him. 

“But you love me anyway. You know you do," he teased, shrugging his shoulders.  

You rolled your eyes, flopping down on your bed before staring up at the ceiling. "Sometimes, I wish I had never met you," you grumbled, not meaning the words at all.  

Johnny made a thoughtful noise, looking out the window. "You don't mean that," Johnny challenged with a quirk of his eyebrow. "Admit it, you miss my hot ass," he claimed, winking at you.  

You snorted, resisting the urge to throw your pillow at him. It would only phase right through him and then you would be out a pillow, because you were in no mood to get off your bed.  

"So, another day of staring at the ceiling, wishing your life was different? God, if I knew dying would turn you into this, I would've--," he stopped talking, shooting you an apologetic look.  

"You would've what?" You probed, wondering where the hell he could have gone with that sentence. Both of you knew the only reason he was dead was because of you.  

Johnny shrugged his shoulders, playing dumb. "Nothing." 

You scoffed, before rolling your eyes. You turned away from him, not wanting him to see that you were trying to fight the urge to cry. "Maybe you should be the one wishing you never met me." 

"No," Johnny denied, moving to sit on the edge of your bed. He brought a hand up, like he wanted to reach out for you, before he remembered he couldn't make contact. He would just pass right through you. "Don't do this again, okay? I love you. I always have. But there's a conversation we've been avoiding here and whether you like it or not, we're going to have to have it one of these days." When you clenched your jaw, refusing to look at him, he sighed in exasperation. "We were just dumb kids who didn't know our own strengths. You've got to stop blaming yourself because I never thought it was your fault." 

You still avoided Johnny's gaze, knowing there was nothing he could really do about it, and hating yourself even more for the thought. Johnny might not blame you, but it didn't make it any easier to let go of the guilt that had plagued you since his death. It had been years of Johnny following you around, only tethered because of your power, and you were scared that one day you would look up and realize he was no longer with you.  

"Ah, c'mon, babe," Johnny coaxed before he was interrupted by a knock on the door.  

You rolled off your bed, glad for the distraction, before moving towards the door. You opened it to see Piotr standing there waiting for you.  

"We are about to leave for Wade's birthday party," Piotr informed you. "Will you be joining us? I know you received the invitation Peter sent you." 

You liked hanging out with Piotr and you liked hanging out with Wade. You even liked living in the X-Mansion, even though privacy was something you sorely missed.  But the thought of so many people around you while all you wanted was to crawl into a hole and hide forever wasn't something you really felt up to doing. "Nah," you answered, shaking your head. "I think I'll just hang back. Tell Wade I said happy birthday, yeah?" 

Piotr frowned, but didn't try to argue with you. "I will bring you back a piece of cake," he decided before walking away, leaving you to shut the door.  

You turned back towards your bed, ignoring Johnny's irritated huff of breath. You dropped back down onto your bed, resuming your evening plans to stare at the ceiling and forget you existed.  

"Oh my God," Johnny groaned, moving to lie down beside you. "Can you quit being emo for two seconds and just live your life already? At least ask him out, for fuck's sake." 

"Who? Piotr?" You asked, knowing exactly who Johnny was referring to, but not wanting to give him the satisfaction of making it easy on him.  

"Stop being an idiot," he admonished, swatting at you, his fingers passing right through your arm. "It's really not you." 

You rolled your eyes, turning on your side to face him. "Wade's still hung up on Vanessa. Also, it's none of your fucking business." 

Johnny turned until your noses were nearly touching. A chill swept through you and you shivered. Johnny glanced down at the blanket, as if he wished he could pull it up over you. "You're still hung up on me, otherwise I wouldn't be here," he pointed out with a quirked eyebrow. That sounded dangerously like the conversation you had been avoiding for years and you shrunk back from him, worried about the direction he was going. Johnny sighed, exasperated, and continued talking. "And yet you've got feelings for the red dumbass. Point is, you can fall for more than one person. You can love more than one person. It’s not the end of the world. He probably wants to bone you too so you should just, you know, bone each other." 

"Oh my God," you moaned, horrified, before managing to wriggle yourself under your blanket. You pulled it up to hide your face, flinching when Johnny moved closer so he could peek through the threads and right into your eyes. "I don't have the best track record, alright? I'm oh for one on keeping the guys I fall for alive." 

Johnny shook his head, narrowing his eyes at you. "That fuckin' moron can't die and you know it. Stop being a coward and just get some already. How many times do I have to tell you before you start getting it that it's not your fault that I'm dead?" 

"I couldn't save you, Johnny. It was my power, mine, that fucked everything up. If it wasn't for me, if I wasn't there that night, you'd still be alive." You reached out for him, your fingers dipping right into his chest. "You'd be able to feel me and I'd be able to feel you. Now, you're stuck with me and I can only use you for your power, because I'm a selfish piece of shit." That wasn't quite true, because Johnny was a special case where your power for raising the dead was concerned, but you were on a self-deprecating roll, and you couldn't stop now. 

Johnny didn't say anything for a moment, simply watching you. You remembered a time when getting Johnny to shut up was a minor miracle, but in the years since his death, he'd grown more contemplative and less likely to run his mouth. Although, there were still times when he really let loose, knowing you were the only audience for his rants. He was also perceptive as hell and you knew he was reading everything you didn't want him to just from your expression.  

"Without me," you finished, pushing the blanket back down and turning onto your back to stare up at the ceiling. "The Fantastic Four wouldn't be the Fantastic Three." That was a bridge you had well and truly burned, understandably so given what happened the night that Johnny died. Johnny might not blame you for what happened to him, but Sue sure as hell did.  

"Sometimes, you're a real asshole, you know that?" Johnny muttered, getting off your bed to retreat to his chair near the window.  

"Don't I know it," you sighed, melancholy sweeping over you faster than you could try to push it away.  

You had wandered for a few years after Johnny's death. You had been halfway through your degree, but you dropped out to take odd jobs where people cared less about your name and past and more about if you could wait a table or scrub dishes. You refused to use your powers, shelving yourself in the 'villain' category everyone was so quick to bestow on you upon learning what you could do. It only took two months before Johnny showed up, leaning against the counter at a diner in the middle of nowhere Nebraska and asking you what the hell you thought you were doing.  

You had always known that necromancy was an ability you possessed, but it had never been so personal for you before. You could raise dead superheroes and take their powers for a spin, but none of them had ever followed you. None of them had ever haunted you.  

 Not until Johnny.  

Your other 'gift' was one you could easily go the rest of your life without unleashing again. It was the one that had been used on Johnny. It was the reason he was dead.  

You jumped from place to place until you ended up caught in the middle of a fight between Mr. Sinister and the X-Men. It wasn't long before they wanted to recruit you and while you were ready to pass on the opportunity, Johnny had convinced you to give it a shot.  

"Just give the whole superhero gig another go around. What's the worst that could happen?"

One anti-hero in a skintight red and black suit was what happened. Wade had quite literally dropped into your life while he was tracking down some guy named Francis and had quickly adopted you into his makeshift family. Your feelings for him evolved over time, morphing from irritation and exasperation to anticipation and affection. You had fallen hard for Wade and while you knew you didn't have a shot with him, you couldn't stop yourself from pining.  

Wade made you feel alive again. Wade didn't treat you like you were bound to break from one wrong word. Wade poked and prodded until he got hard-earned smiles out of you and he cared in his own roundabout way. Wade had a vocabulary and way with words that reminded you of Johnny and he always had your back when shit hit the fan.  

He had become your friend and then so much more and even though he wasn't with Vanessa any longer, you didn't dare to hope he would ever think of you as anything other than a teammate. 

Now, you were an X-Man with a pathetic crush on the only person to spectacularly fail out of the X-Men trainee program. You were holed up in your room, moping and feeding your own heartbreak with self-doubt, when you could be in a room surrounded by people who actually seemed to like you while you celebrated the man you were half in love with.  

"Fine," you groaned, pushing yourself to sit up. "Maybe we should go to that party after all," you conceded, catching the quick smile on Johnny's face.  

"Apology accepted," Johnny allowed, standing from the chair.  

There was a knock on your bedroom door and you frowned at it. You didn't think Piotr would have waited around for you, but you appreciated the sentiment. He was the kind of hopeful you were tempted to find foolish, but you begrudgingly thought it was sweet instead.  

Another insistent knock had you rolling your eyes.  

"That's gotta be Negasonic," Johnny commented, gesturing for you to go ahead and open the door. "Don't keep her waiting. She'll just blow the door down. Again." 

"I'm coming, I'm coming," you called, shooting Johnny a warning look when he smirked at your choice of words.  

You expected Negasonic or Piotr or maybe even Yukio when you opened the door. You weren't expecting four people decked out in full combat gear. You got a glimpse of an orange TVA stamped onto the front of the uniform before you were grabbed by the arm and tugged forward. You heard Johnny shout before there was a rush of flames and everything went dark.  

You woke with your forehead resting on a table. There was a headache brewing right behind your eyes and your heart was pounding. You tried to figure out where you were and what happened when you realized you could still hear Johnny.  

"--these fuckers and I'll roast them until their brains leak out their ears and then I'll--" 

"What the fuck," you groaned, finally managing to pick your head up off the table.  

You were seated facing a guy you didn't recognize. Johnny was pacing restlessly from one end of the room to the other, keeping an eye on the stranger.  

"Good, you're awake," Johnny said at the same time as the other guy.  

Johnny scowled at the guy. "This British prim and proper fuck kidnapped you and has been sitting there staring at you like a fucking creep. Now that you're awake, I can use my power and barbecue the smug prick." 

"I'm sorry we had to resort to such harsh methods, but my men assured me they handled you with the utmost care. We couldn’t risk you using your abilities, although one of my men did walk away a little singed." 

You caught Johnny’s satisfied grin and had to resist the urge to roll your eyes.  

You frowned at the stranger, still trying to make sense of the situation. "What the hell is going on? Where am I?" 

"You've been chosen," the guy informed you. "We at the TVA have to make the tough choices in order to ensure the upkeep of the timelines, particularly the sacred timeline, and we would like to recruit you to work for us." 

You blinked at him once, twice, trying to understand what he was telling you. You had never heard of the TVA and you had no fucking clue what the sacred timeline was or why it even mattered. All you really knew was that you had been kidnapped and now you were being given a job pitch. 

"Oh, how rude of me. You see, I know everything about you, but you know nothing about me. They call me Paradox. We've been keeping an eye on you for quite some time and we believe you're perfect for our mission here at the TVA. I'm quite a fan myself of your skillset and I know without a doubt we can put it to good use here." 

You neglected to respond, not liking the direction the conversation was headed. No good person actually liked your powers. You hated them, but there was nothing you could do about that except use them as sparingly as possible. Villains tried to recruit you and superheroes sneered at you once they realized what you could do. But the only people who really mattered to you were the only ones who realized you were more than abilities. They were the ones who accepted you regardless of the fact you could raise the dead or allow them to possess you. They were the ones who didn’t try to push you to use your other power when they realized you wanted nothing to do with it.  

Paradox seemed to realize he had lost you, because he heaved a heavy sigh and stood from his chair. 

"Why don't you follow me? We've got a friend of yours here who might be a bit more persuasive than I am. I understand why you might be reluctant, given your tragic past and whatnot, but we promise to treat you with absolute respect here." 

“I don’t like this,” Johnny grumbled, glaring at Paradox. “Something’s wrong here.”  

You shared a look with Johnny. He still looked pissed off and you consoled yourself with the fact that if shit went sideways, then he could always use his power to take out Paradox.  

You got up out of the chair and followed Paradox out of the room. He took you to an elevator that opened onto a walkway that looked down on several cubicles where other TVA employees were dutifully working. You noticed a few of them lift their heads, gifting you with curious glances, before going back to work. 

 Paradox led you towards a row of monitors at the end of the walkway. Reels of battles were playing on the screens, and you caught sight of members of the Avengers.  

"We only look for the best and brightest here at the TVA and you have the potential to become someone who makes a real difference. We'd like you to join the best of the best." 

You wanted to tell Paradox you were already part of a team. You had the X-Men and you didn't want to abandon them.  

You had a good thing going, really, all things considered.  

But then the elevator opened and you turned just in time to see Wade stride out in a new Deadpool suit.  

He hadn't donned the suit in years, and you felt your breath catch in your throat at the sight of him. The first thought that came to your mind was that he looked gorgeous, confident in a way he hadn’t been in six years. The next thought that quickly followed was that the suit fit him really well and left nearly nothing to the imagination. You had to avert your gaze, finding Johnny staring at you with a shit-eating grin that only served to make you feel even more flustered.  

Wade was busy gushing about the suit and you heard him mention adamantium katanas before his eyes finally landed on you.  

Wade gasped, pointing a finger at you. "Y/N's joining the big leagues too? Oh ho ho, that's the best news over. C'mere," he reached out to draw you into a hug and you could only stand there, flummoxed by the turn of events.  

Wade being here as well changed everything, and you had a feeling there was no going back. As long as Wade was at the TVA, you weren’t going anywhere.  

"So," Wade started, throwing an arm around your shoulders. "When can me and my girl here join the Avengers? I figure we can do a one week on one week off sort of schedule. Gives us enough time to come back and really put in the time with our family." 

You were having a hard time concentrating with Wade pressed so close to your side. Couple that with the fact that he had also referred to you as his girl and your head was spinning.  

Paradox narrowed his eyes at Wade for a moment before his confusion cleared. "No, no," he denied with a shake of his head. "I'm afraid you don't quite get it. Your universe and that family will be no more, Mr. Wilson. Your universe is going to be wiped out because it lost its anchor being." 

Wade went still at your side, his shoulders tensing in a way that usually meant nothing good, and you knew shit was about to go down. You shot Johnny a look, catching him staring at Paradox with even more venom than before. You had no doubt he was thinking about his own family and Sue and Peter Parker and all the others he had loved so much while he was alive being decimated because of Paradox and the TVA. 

"Well," Wade started, drawing away from you. "You're in luck, because I'm right here. It was just a little retirement, but I'm back in the saddle now, and ready to giddy up again." He mimed riding a horse for a brief moment before growing still. It was the way he held himself when he knew there was danger and you knew that when he started fighting, you were going to have his back.  

Paradox snorted, instinctive and involuntary from the surprised look on his face. "You? Oh, dear God, no. I'm talking about a being who gave up everything, including his own life, in a sacrifice that was so noble, so heart wrenching that it left many in tears. This man's loss sent shockwaves through your timeline, triggering its destruction. I'm talking, of course, about Logan. The Wolverine." 

Paradox gestured towards the monitors where an older Logan Howlett was dying. He was talking to a young girl and was gravely injured, his skin ashen grey and words growing more drawn out as he clung to life.  

 You glanced at the TVA employees who had all paused what they were doing to stare up at the monitors. Some had hands clutched to their chests at the display and a few even had tears in their eyes. Paradox seemed just as enthralled by the scene and you wondered when the hell Logan was set to die, because as far as you knew, he was still very much alive in your time.  

"Right, okay, yeah," Wade said, turning away from Paradox before putting his head in his hands and shaking it in frustration. "Logan?!" He exclaimed, turning on Paradox again. "That jackass is what's keeping me from losing my family? That fucker can heal, so how the fuck can he die? And he’s got skewers for hands! He’s not that fucking special. Put him on a street corner and he can sell kebabs off those things. You’re really telling me that fucker is going to kill my timeline because he finally decided to retire?" 

"He's really quite extraordinary," Paradox mused, watching the monitors as the life drained out of Logan's eyes. He turned the monitors off before gifting Wade all his attention again. "I've been tasked with watching your timeline die out of natural causes, but that's not good enough for me, no. I'm going to use a device that's going to rip apart your timeline. It's a mercy killing, Mr. Wilson, and while it's an acceptable loss, I've pruned you and your friend here because I thought we could use you. Your talents are impressive, Mr. Wilson, and well, you," Paradox continued, addressing you. "The way you fight the darkness inside you to be a better hero. How you eschew half your power because of the pain you've faced in your past. The powers you wield and borrow from the dead without ever letting it overwhelm you. All of that brought you here and I really think the both of you should be thanking me." 

"Thanking you," you repeated, finally deigning to talk again after letting yourself observe everything in silence. "You're planning to kill our universe and you want us to thank you?" 

"You're basically telling us you're gonna take our timeline out back and shoot it," Wade added, his tone edged with a hint of steel, betraying his anger.  

"I'm good at what I do and I'm not meant to sit around and watch the lights go dim on your universe." He pointed a device at the monitors, and they turned on again, showing a machine being activated by TVA agents.  

"What in the ever-loving fuck is that?" Wade asked, leaning forward to try to get a better look at the picture before you.  

"That is a time ripper," Paradox answered with a smug grin. "And I intend to use it to rip apart your little universe. Your friends and your family won't feel a thing, of course, it's really the most humane way to do these things. Letting them just blink out of existence from natural causes, well, that's unneeded. I want to run, no be the TVA one day and these are the kind of decisions that will put me at the top." 

"Are you believing this shit?" Wade muttered, lowering his voice so only you could hear.  

"Not really," you answered, studying Paradox with interest. "But if you let him keep talking, he'll give us something he didn't mean to." 

"Get him monologuing, good call," Wade approved with a nod of his head.  

"What are you two talking about? Were you listening to me at all?" Paradox interrupted, appearing irritated by you and Wade.  

"No," you and Wade answered at the same time.  

"Jinx," Wade whispered, reaching out to pinch you.  

You slapped his hand away, keeping your full attention on Paradox, waiting for him to fuck up.  

Paradox huffed out an annoyed breath. "Your universe is dying and I intend to erase it completely from existence once the time ripper is ready. The both of you can be saved and you can use your abilities for a greater cause. I'm giving you a chance most others don't get, so don't waste it. " 

"Oh, I don't intend to," Wade assured him, beginning to approach him. "So, you're saying that without Logan, my universe dies?" 

Paradox rolled his eyes, his composure beginning to fade. "How many times do I have to--" 

Wade grabbed Paradox by the shoulders and jerked him forward so his nose made contact with Wade's forehead. Paradox staggered back, holding his now bleeding nose.  

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Paradox spat, fury flashing in his eyes.  

"I'm going to snag me a Wolverine," Wade answered, holding up the device Paradox had been holding. "And lookie what I got here." 

Paradox's eyes went wide in alarm before Wade rushed towards you and grabbed your hand. He used the device to open a doorway just off the walkway. He spun you so you were facing him and wrapped his arms around your waist. You instinctively wrapped yours around him as he fell off the walkway right onto the orange glowing portal.  

Wade hit the ground, and you landed on him. You glanced up to see the way back had been sealed off, leaving you and Wade stuck in a forest covered in snow.  

"Not that this isn't nice and all," Wade mused, tilting his head to the side as he considered you. You wished you could see his face so you could read his expression instead of just his tone. "But we've got a family to save." 

"Right," you muttered, patting Wade on the chest in thanks for softening the blow for you. You moved to get up before holding out a hand to help Wade up off the ground. Your head was still reeling from the turn of events and there was a little flutter in your stomach at the memory of being pressed up against Wade. He had grabbed you and shielded you from the fall and all you could think about was how nice it had felt being held in his arms.  

"You're so easy," Johnny teased, leaning against a tree as he studied you. "Is it his big, strong arms? That skintight red suit? You always were a sucker for a guy in a suit. Remember how riled up you'd get when I put mine on?" 

"Oh my God, shut up," you groaned, turning a glare on Johnny.  

"I didn't--you know what? Never mind. Be back in a sec," Wade promised before he used the device again. He was gone for just a moment, barely long enough for you to feel stranded out in the wilderness. He appeared again, holding a shovel in his hand and brandishing it at you. "Ready to dig up an X-Man?" 

You sat with your back against a tree and watched Wade dig up Logan's grave. You had never met Logan, because he had split by the time you joined the X-Men. You weren't really sure where he was, but you supposed he no longer wanted to play hero. Not after Jean Grey's death left him heartbroken. The team had shattered after Scott's death, but the pieces had scattered upon losing Jean. It had taken years before a new team formed and while you didn't hold the same glory as the older X-Men, you knew what you did still mattered.  

"I guess, in a certain light, he is kinda hot, you know," Johnny commented, sitting at your side. “He’d probably be strong enough to hold you up against a wall while you--” 

“Stop it,” you snapped, embarrassed even though you were the only one who could hear Johnny. 

Wade had finished digging up the grave and was now hidden from view.  

"What the fuck!" Wade barked before you saw him grab the shovel and start hitting something over and over again. "Get. Up. You. Fucking. Useless. Piece. Of. Shit." Each word was punctuated by another hit of the shovel and you could hear it connect with something metal each time. 

You had a sinking feeling in your gut that Logan was more than a little dead.  

"But fuck is he an idiot," Johnny continued with an unimpressed look in your direction. "Your standards really lowered after I died, you know that?" 

"Wade," you called, opting to ignore Johnny for now and moving to stand up. "Why don't we just take a second, alright? Get out of the grave and let’s rethink our plan." 

Instead of Wade, a metal skull peeked over the edge of the grave. "You see this shit? We came all the way out here to bumfuck who fucking cares and he's actually dead!" There was a hint of hysteria in Wade's tone and you took a few steps forward until you could see him hunched over Logan’s skeleton, shaking it in frustration. "What was all that bullshit about regenerative healing for then? Because it's not doing shit for us now!" 

"C'mon," you coaxed, knowing Wade was in the midst of a meltdown. He had been relying on the idea that Logan was miraculously still alive and now that he was met with the harsh evidence that Logan was completely and totally dead, he was starting to lose hope. "Let's take a second to regroup. There's got to be another answer." 

"Yeah, we're fucked, that's the answer," Wade hissed, but he still threw Logan's skeleton over the side of the grave before following.  

You watched him stand and dust himself off before grabbing the skeleton. You were getting a little worried about how he seemed intent on dragging it along with him, as if he was still hoping Logan would spring to life at any moment.  

"I don't think fresh air's gonna kickstart his healing," Johnny said with a frown.  

"Look, I'm sorry, alright? It's just, you were my only shot at getting this fixed and now I'm in a teensy bit of a bind."  

It took you a moment to realize that Wade was talking to Logan's corpse.  

Wade reached out to upright Logan's skeleton and adjusted it until it was sitting next to him on a fallen tree.   

"God, Logan, I've gotta admit, I always wanted a team-up. Deadpool and Wolverine. It'd be a billion-dollar idea right there, but what are we gonna do? You're dead and I'm, well, not," he continued, slapping a hand to Logan's patella with a chuckle that sounded a bit too unhinged.  

"Wade, maybe we should just--" you started to say before dozens of orange doorways appeared. You saw TVA agents begin to stream out of them. "Fuck," you breathed, your heart racing at the sight of them.  

"I mean, yeah, we probably should do that, but I don't think now's the time," Wade mused before he realized what had caught your attention. "Get down!" He urged you, moving to duck behind the log he had been sitting on and pulling Logan with him.  

You dropped down, not wanting to become an easy target. You reached out with your power, searching for someone to use. She was young, younger than you would have preferred, but when you locked eyes with her where she was standing just a few feet away, she gave a nod of agreement.  

You watched her walk towards you, aware that Wade was trying to reason with the TVA agents. You reached a hand out, feeling the cold brush of hers pass through yours, before she was absorbed into your body.  

You would never get used to the feeling of another soul tucked right up against yours. You were fully in control, but the passenger was getting to see and feel and touch again even if it was just for a brief moment. You could feel her satisfaction at feeling the hum of her power along your limbs and you slowly got to your feet.  

Wade had been busy disposing of TVA agents while you were waiting on Liana to possess you. You felt guilty that she would just have to be a bystander as you used her power to save yourself, but there was no other way. Johnny was the only one that was able to use his powers without possessing you and you still didn't even know how that worked. Whenever he used his power, you could still feel the pull of it, always dancing on the edges of your awareness. But he could stay outside your body and use it without you controlling him, which was more than you could say for the poor souls who let you use them up and spit them out again. 

"Watch out!" Johnny warned, already preparing a ball of flame to throw at the TVA agent trying to sneak up on you.  

You turned, stretching out a hand to jerk the baton out of his hand with your borrowed power. You sent it flying before slamming him back into a tree. You saw him slump to the ground before you focused on the next agent. Blood was now coating the ground and TVA agents were falling left and right, you and Wade making quick work of them while Johnny set the stragglers on fire, sending them screaming and attempting to put out the flames Johnny would only reinforce.  

"Shit," Wade breathed once there was no one left to fight. "What was it this time?" He asked you, gesturing with his hands, mimicking you using your stolen ability.  

"Telekinesis," you answered with a sigh. You had already parted ways with Liana and watching her wander away, forever forced to trek through the woods where she died, left you with a grief you didn't know how to shake.  

"Right," Wade replied, keeping his gaze on you. You weren't sure what he saw on your face, but he didn't care to comment on it. "Well, guess we've got to find ourselves a Logan that's still got some pep in his step." Wade held a hand out towards you. "You with me on this?" 

You stared down at Wade's outstretched hand. It was stupid and reckless and you didn't know what the hell would happen to you. But you trusted Wade and you had never been all that great at telling him no. You grabbed his hand, letting him pull you closer.  

"I'm with you," you told him before you let him sweep you away to another universe.  

After the fifth Logan attempted to kill Wade, you had a feeling it wasn't going to be easy taking a Wolverine anywhere he didn't want to go.  

"You wanna step in any time?" Wade grunted as the Logan you found in the apocalyptic wasteland brought his claws down into Wade's chest over and over, sending blood shooting up and coating his face in it.  

"You know, I think you're doing great," you absentmindedly assured him, shooting a wary look at the horde of souls who were all watching you with hunger in their eyes. This universe was steeped in death and your power was screaming at you to reach out and take them all, use them up and discard them, let their powers consume you. Instead, you turned your back on them, searching for your lifeline among the dead. "Wade, let's get the fuck out of here." Your voice was strained and you could feel them all staring at you. They wanted a taste of life again and you were the only one who could give it to them. If you submitted to one, they would all converge on you, threatening to tear you apart until there was nothing of you left.  

Wade seemed to realize you were struggling, because he was quick to bring a katana up and shove it through Wolverine's chest, forcing him back. He jumped to his feet, pulling his katana free before running towards you and pulling you into the next universe.  

You fell through universe after universe, searching for a Logan to drag back to the TVA in the hopes he would save your home. There was an older version of Logan who blew a hole through Wade, forcing you to put your hands up in surrender so you wouldn't suffer the same fate. There was a Logan fighting the Hulk which made quick work of flinging Wade to the side, forcing you to grab a teleportation ability from an old man so you could grab Wade and get out of range of the fight. There was a Logan in Madripoor playing poker and another one who had been turned into a zombie. There was another in league with Hydra and one nailed to a giant X amidst a field of bloodied skulls. 

You jumped from place to place, attempting to find the right Logan, but all of them only seemed to want to kill Wade. Sometimes, they even tried to take a swipe at you, prompting Johnny and Wade to do their best to keep them off you. You knew you were more than capable of taking care of yourself, but you were touched by their protective instincts. You spent so much time wallowing in self-loathing because of what you had done in your past that it was nice to get a reminder that there were still people who cared about you. 

You were starting to think you wouldn't find a Logan before the TVA caught up with the pair of you. It wasn't until Wade dragged you into another universe where you found a Logan sitting at a bar staring down into a glass of whiskey like it was his whole world that you finally lucked out.  

You hung back while Wade sidled up Logan. You could only hear about half of what they were saying so you shuffled forward, not wanting to break whatever fragile peace had fallen between Wade and Logan. This was the furthest Wade had gotten without bleeding, so you were starting to feel the tiniest glimmer of hope that this was going to finally work out.  

"You're comin' with me," Wade said before he stood and attempted to pull Logan up off his seat. 

Logan stumbled, a scowl on his face, as he attempted to unsheathe his claws. They were slowly pushing through his skin as he confronted Wade.  

"Performance issues, huh? Let's get you a little blue pill and those things will be fully erect in no time," Wade joked with a dismissive little wave of his hand.  

"Shut the fuck up," Logan growled, before his eyes met yours over Wade's shoulder. "What's the Avengers want with me? I told them I'm not doing shit for them." 

"Avengers?" You wondered, quickly glancing over your shoulder, half-expecting to see Captain America standing there. "Me?" You checked, looking back at Logan.  

"Don't play dumb with me," he snapped, his focus stolen by Wade's snort of amusement.  

"You lucky son of a bitch," Wade shot over his shoulder at you. "They wouldn't take me, you know," he confided in Logan.  

Logan quirked an unimpressed eyebrow at Wade. "I can see why, bub." 

"Hurtful," Wade responded, before he sighed. "Alright, look, enough of this. You're coming with us." 

"Like hell I am," Logan argued. "I'm not going anywhere with you." 

You watched Wade pull a gun on Logan and Logan only followed that up with an amused smirk before draining the bottle of whiskey. When his eyes rolled back up into his head and he fell to the ground unconscious, Johnny let out a low whistle.  

"That one's got some issues," he observed. "But then again, all these Logans seem more than a little fucked up." 

"Yeah," you sighed, ignoring Wade's curious glance, before moving forward. "Let's get him back to the TVA." 

"Already on it," Wade assured you before bending down and attempting to pull Logan up off the floor. He froze, moving aside the collar of Logan's shirt. "Well, hello there," Wade practically purred, obviously pleased about something. "This is so much better," he continued before starting to strip Logan's jacket off him.  

"Uh, Wade?" You called, realizing you were starting to draw an audience.  

"Is he taking off his clothes? I mean, I'd like to see what he's packing under all that, sure, but here in front of all these people?" Johnny asked, sounding equal parts fascinated and horrified.  

It wasn't until Wade had managed to get Logan out of his jacket and shirt that you realized what he wanted.  

"Is that--?" 

"The yellow and blue, tried and true, yep," Wade answered, glancing at you over his shoulder. "Think it goes all the way down?" He started unzipping Logan's pants and you rolled your eyes.  

"God, give the guy some dignity," you admonished, doing your best to shield Logan from the curious glances of the bar patrons. "I doubt he has much of it left at this point."  

This Logan seemed broken and defeated. There wasn't much fight left in him at all. You didn't know what happened to him or why he hadn't tried to automatically kill Wade, but you were tempted to try to find out.  

"Alright, all better," Wade approved once Logan was left in nothing but his X-Men suit before he got to his feet and dusted off his hands. "Little help here?" 

You helped him get Logan off the floor. Logan's head rolled to the side, coming to a rest on your shoulder. You studied him for a moment, noticing that he was beginning to come around again.  

Logan stumbled on his feet between you and Wade as you brought him through the portal to the TVA.  

Wade let Logan fall to the floor and you almost tumbled after him. You stopped yourself at the last moment though and noticed Wade approaching Paradox.  

You weren't sure where you needed to be or what you needed to do, but it quickly became apparent that Paradox wasn't pleased with Wade. 

"You not only brought the wrong Wolverine," Paradox started, "but you brought arguably the worst Wolverine." 

You glanced down at Logan to see the pain etched into his expression. There was something haunting him, not quite so literally as your past was with you, but you felt for him.  

"How about you shut the hell up and tell us how to fix this," you interrupted, not wanting to hear Paradox disparage Logan anymore. The guy had just been kidnapped, he didn’t need to be belittled by a total stranger on top of it. 

"Fix it? There is no fixing it," Paradox claimed. "Your universe is fucked and there's nothing you can do to stop it." 

"I want to speak to your manager," Wade hissed, getting in Paradox's face. "I'm fully trained in Karen and I intend to bring hell down on whatever little operation you've got going on here. I’m gonna get you fired, buddy!" 

You caught the briefest flicker of fear in Paradox's expression and realized that Wade had finally uncovered what had been so sketchy about Paradox from the beginning.  

"Oh," Wade breathed in understanding. "You've gone rogue."  

Logan slowly got to his feet at your side as Wade ranted about finding the top dog of the TVA and snitching on Paradox. Paradox looked more and more unsettled and you saw the baton just a beat too late.  

"Wade," you started before Wade was gone in a flash of light and smoke, leaving the stolen device that had been in his hand to clatter useless to the walkway.  

"God, that's better," Paradox sighed. “Some peace and quiet.” 

"Where the fuck did he go? What did you do?" Logan snarled, turning and searching for Wade, as if he was simply hiding.  

"Same thing I'm going to do to you, Mr. Howlett. I sent him to the Void," Paradox informed him.  

Logan growled before letting his claws spring free. He charged at Paradox before he too was gone the same way Wade had disappeared.  

You stayed where you were, watching Paradox. You figured you only had two choices here and there was only really one road you wanted to follow. The quickest way back to Wade and Logan.  

"You can stay here and be what you're meant to be," Paradox tried to persuade you. "Those two idiots will only hold you back, you know. We can still use you here." 

"Yeah," you agreed, feeling a smile tug at your lips. "But if you don't send me where you sent them, I'm going to kill you. And you know I can. So, what do you value more? My compliance or your life?" 

Paradox clenched his jaw, visibly irritated, and you gifted him with a smirk as you threw your arms wide.  

"Get on with it," you goaded him just as he closed the distance between you and the room spun away.  

Everything disappeared in a flash of light, swiftly followed by an all-encompassing darkness. You clawed your way free, shouts and metal clashing with metal greeting you as you finally drifted back up into consciousness.  

You squinted against the light that was shining down on you and managed to sit up. You felt lightheaded for a moment before everything settled and you realized that Logan and Wade were fighting each other. Wade had stabbed Logan through the chest with his katanas and Logan had buried his claws in Wade's sides.  

"Oh my God," you groaned, dropping your head into your hands. "I should've stayed at the TVA."  

"You've only got yourself to blame," Johnny agreed, ignoring your noise of protest. "You gonna stop those two idiots from fighting or what? They're not gonna be of any use to you like this." 

"I know, I know," you dismissed with a wave of your hand.  

"If you know, then get the hell up and get over there before Logan kills him," he told you.  

It was then you noticed Wade on his knees and Logan poised to strike, intent on taking Wade's head off with his claws. You didn't think it would actually kill Wade, but Logan seemed like he was hellbent on trying, so you hurriedly got to your feet.  

"Shit, shit, shit," you chanted as you raced over towards them.  

You were halfway there when you heard his voice.  

"Fighting each other isn't the answer, you know. It's only gonna make us lose faster," he called down from where he was perched on a metal tower several feet above you.  

He had a hood pulled up over his head obscuring his face from view, but you would recognize that voice anywhere.  

You had been hearing it for years.  

You could see the hint of blue hidden beneath the layers he was wearing. It was a different version of the suit than you had been used to seeing, but you knew without a doubt that there would still be a ‘4’ emblazoned on the chest.  

You glanced over your shoulder to lock eyes with your Johnny, half-convinced that he had somehow managed to change out of the leather jacket, white t-shirt, and blue jeans he had died in, but he was still unchanged.  

It only meant that the person up on the scaffolding above you was still alive.  

"Johnny," you whispered, feeling like the ground had been ripped out from right beneath you.  

"They're coming," the other Johnny warned, pointing off in the distance at the dust clouds that were kicked up beneath the wheels of the line of vehicles heading towards you. 

The other Johnny dropped down to the ground and Wade made a sound of approval.  

"That's one hell of a superhero landing," he praised, clapping his hands.  

You wanted to believe you were wrong, but you knew that nothing in your life had ever been easy. It wasn't until the hood was removed and you were met with the sight of an older version of Johnny that you realized maybe you should have just joined Paradox.  

It would have been a hell of a lot less painful than looking into the eyes of the man your ex-boyfriend should have become before you ripped his life away with your power.  

You glanced over your shoulder, seeking out your Johnny again, and caught him staring at the other Johnny.  

Awe, jealousy, fascination, and remorse were written into the lines of his expression. You had deprived Johnny of his future and now it was standing right in front of him. Seeing Johnny watch his older self play hero felt like a punch in the gut and you wished more than anything that your power involved time travel. You would do anything to unwrite your past mistakes and have Johnny live, even if you meant that you died. 

You wanted to apologize. You wanted to scream. You wanted to run. You wanted to hide.  

Instead, overwhelmed by all the warring instincts, you simply burst into tears. 

Author's Note: If you want to be tagged for this fic, just let me know! Any love for this would mean so much to me if you read this and liked it!! I'm so excited about this one and I really hope y'all are too. Next up in the fic rotation: Marvel Zombies/What IF?: Zombies with zombified!Logan/Reader and Bucky/Reader for Halloween!

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[moralesmilesanhour]

seeing double

summary: Milo keeps getting mistaken for Miles and he's like really over it wc: ~500' a/n: I feel like I've just been writing heavy-ish stuff non-stop so I thought I'd just do something for the sillies. Here is my masterlist for more Stuff

“Yo, Miles, we got a problem–oh.”

Milo gave Ganke Lee an icy glare from where he sat on the stoop in front of his house. The husky Korean boy had met his twin brother in ninth grade, and the two became fast friends. They were not close enough, apparently, for Ganke to avoid occasionally mistaking the two boys and spilling bits and pieces of secret plans that Milo was decidedly not a part of. Like being fucking Spider-Man. The braids seemed to help, though not by a large margin.

Milo pulled back his purple hoodie to reveal them, for emphasis.

“Yeah, wrong guy,” he said flatly. “Need me to text him?”

Ganke tensed. 

“Um, nah, I think I’ll be able to find him.”

Milo scoffed. “Scared you’re gonna spill his lil’ ‘secret identity’?”

The other boy’s eyes widened.

“You…You know?”

“I know how to put two and two together, Lee. Now do you need me to text him or not?”

Ganke pursed his lips for a second, then shrugged. “Tell him the Goblin’s loose again. See ya.”

He gave a quick salute, then began to jog back in the direction he came from.

The rest of Miles’ week went about the same way:

“Miles, how’s the art project coming along?”

“I’m not Miles.”

“We miss you, Miles!”

“Not Miles, but I’ll pass the message along.”

“Miles, it's not funny. Let's go.”

“I'm. Not. Miles!”

You struggled to tug your boyfriend along behind you before the showing time for the movie you two had picked out rolled around. The tight new cornrows sitting on top of his head seemed to be cutting off the flow to his brain, because he seemed to have no idea what you were talking about. 

“We're gonna be late!”

“Late to what?”

Fully on the brink of giving up, you dropped his hand and spun around to face him.

“Look, do you wanna go or not? You can't keep flaking on me like this, this is the third time–”

“And it won't happen again!”

There, jogging up to you in a white sweatshirt, hair very clearly un-braided, was Miles. 

You blinked hard a few times, then looked back at Not Miles, who had his arms crossed in irritation. 

“Yo, your girl tried to kidnap me just now,” he snapped. “Can you not be late to everything?”

The real Miles glanced between you and his twin for a moment before bursting into a wheezing fit of laughter.

“It's not funny!” You both said in unison as he held his stomach. 

After wiping a tear from his eye and regaining his composure, he gestured towards Not Miles. 

“You wanna introduce yourself first?”

Not Miles sighed.

“Milo Morales. My real name's Manuel, but I don't want nobody calling me ‘Manny’, so I go by Milo. Don't forget it.”

You narrowed your eyes at Miles.

“Why didn't you tell me you had a brother with the same face as you?”

He shrugged. 

“Wasn’t important information at the time.”

“ ‘Wasn't important’– I almost took your brother out on a date by accident!”

“You're not my type.”

“Alright, look,”

Miles took your hand. His palm was softer than Milo's, you noted.

“I'll explain at the movies, I promise.”

Your expression softened, and you squeezed his hand back.

“You'd better.”

“See you at home?” Miles turned to Milo, who was already stalking off in the other direction with his hands in his pockets. 

“Whatever, man!”

[eddiemunsons-missingnipple]

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒐𝒚 𝒊𝒔 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒆 (𝑫𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒂'𝒔 𝑬𝒅𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏)

I wanted to do this cute little writing challenge @carolmunson created. You can find the rules here

CW: Eddie munson x reader, fluff. New relationship. Mention of weed at least once. suggestive theme toward the end, but it's nothing bad, really. A little moment of self depreciation.

WC:1.9k

prompt rules: the scene: a romantic night in at the trailer.

props included/mentioned (in passing or can hold bigger meaning): a throw pillow, vanilla frosting, a small notebook. dialogue included (can be manipulated slightly if needed, can be placed in any order): "i ran out of like, nice cups, is this okay?" ; "aw, don't be like that. that's not even true." ; "and you like that?" ; "if you don't stop, we're gonna have a problem."

A/n: Not proofread, so please ignore any mistakes. My first time doing a writing challenge, and this one was too adorable to pass up.

5:00 pm

Eddie was busy rushing around the trailer, making sure it was clean and perfect before you came over. You and him haven't been dating for too long now. He still wanted to make a good impression on you. His original plan was to take you out on a nice romantic date, but as his luck would have it, he just couldn't afford to right now.

So he opted to suggest for you to come by and have a nice romantic date at his place instead. Which you were all for. Eddie zoomed around the place with a tiny notebook in his hand. He had literally everything planned out for how the night is supposed to go.

He even cooked and baked for you. He doesn't even do that for himself. He was dead serious about you. No more chickening out just because he's scared of the possibility of getting hurt.

You met at the Hideout in town when you first moved to Hawkins. He helped get you a job there by sweet talking the owner. Since then, he's been following you around like a lost puppy

Eddie finished having the entire living room set up for you two. Throw pillows everywhere along with extra blankets. Little tea light candles on saucer plates are scattered about. He kicked his uncle wayne out hours ago to set everything up for your date. He wanted the mood and setting to be just how envisioned it.

He would religiously check his watch over and over again. You weren't late by any means. Eddie was just getting impatient. He wanted you here so bad. He needed you to see what all he's done.

5:30 pm rolls around.

Soft knocks on his door alerted that you were finally here.

You were standing on his porch, waiting for him to answer. You still held the little note he left you after work in your hand.

Hey, babe, I hope you're still ready for our date tonight. I know I am. You don't need to bring anything but yourself. I have everything we need. Miss you already.

- Eddie ᡣ𐭩

You reread it as you waited for him to open up for you. You didn't want to just barge in even though he's told you many times you absolutely could.

You knock again.

"Comin" His muffled voice yelled from inside. You could hear his feet pounding on the floor as he swung open the door.

"Hey!" You greeted with a big smile. "Can I come in?"

He opened the door fully ,ushering you inside with a slight bow. "Shit, yeah, come in. come in."

You walked in and stood by the front door, looking around, you noticed how he decorated and cleaned up for you. You smiled to yourself thinking about all the trouble he's gone through tonight just for you.

"You can have a seat or keep me company in the kitchen." He stood next to you but kept some distance.

"I'd love to. Ya need me to help with anything?" You walked slowly behind him to stand behind the counter.

Eddie definitely didn't want you to help. The only thing he needed you to do was simply be here. That's it. That's all he needed. Your presence and showing up were enough for him.

"Nope." He shook his head, continuing to spread vanilla frosting on the cupcakes he made.

You could tell he was nervous. He shouldn't be. While you haven't been dating for long, you figured you two were past being nervous around each other. Eddie did warn you that he wasn't always the best at relationships. He tried to be. He truly did. His fears of heartbreak and rejection are what held him back from opening up to someone. He wanted to change all of that with you. You still gave him a chance despite all of that.

There was silence for a couple of minutes as you stand next time. "Sooo, whatcha cookin? smells good."

"Spaghetti and for dessert homemade cupcakes straight from Betty crocker herself." Eddie glanced your way to see if he got a smile from you. Even better, he got a laugh out of you.

"Do you mind if I have one now?" You batted your lashes at him. You loved innocently flirting with him. He would get all flustered, and his cheeks would get red.

He looked between you and the cupcakes that he attempted at frosting. "Sure." He couldn't say no.

He was sucker for you already. You had him wrapped around your finger, and you didn't even know it.

You picked up a tiny cupcake that was covered in ninety percent icing. You took a big bite, getting the vanilla frosting all over your lips and nose. Eddie watched in amusement with a small blush on his cheeks.

"Hang on, let me do something." He leans forward, giving the tip of your nose a quick kiss. "You had some frosting from the cupcake-"

Your face got hot as you realized he was kissing away the frosting.

"I have icing on my lips, too." You teased. You wanted to poke the bear and see how far you could go. Eddie took the hint and knew you were messing with him.

He rolled his eyes. "Fine." He puckered up his lips to give you a sweet kiss. "The frosting tastes way better this way."

You can tell he's loosening up the longer you're alone with him. At first, he seemed on edge. As if he was still trying his hardest to impress you. Or to do his best and not scare you off. He didn't have to worry about a thing. You were just as serious about him as he was about you.

You noticed a small black notebook on the counter next to splatters of spaghetti sauce. You sneakily make your way over to it and have peak while he's busy. His eyes were trained on making little smiley faces on the cupcakes. Flipping through the pages, you saw how he wrote down tonight's schedule for your date. He had everything planned out down to if he'd ask you to spend the night or let you leave.

Turning the next page, you found little love notes scribbled through made out to you. You glance his way, and he's still busy huming to himself while adding sprinkled to the cupcakes. You closed it and sneakily put it back. The tiny notebook seemed very personal from the quick glimpse you got from it. Either way, your heart was melting at the thought of Eddie wanting this night to be perfect.

"I figured we could chill out in the living room while we eat. Watch some movies, too."Eddie spoke up.

"Sounds perfect to me." You stepped out of the kitchen to lounge back on his couch.

Eddie followed behind you with two big bowls of spaghetti he made. "I'll get the drinks for us. Anything special? Water? Soda?"

You grabbed your bowl from his hands. "Got any Doctor Pepper?"

"I suuuuure do." He winked.

He rushed back in with a beer in one hand and a plastic cup full of ice with your drink in the other. "I ran out of like, nice cups, Is this okay?"

"Yes, Eddie I wasn't expecting to drink, Dr. Pepper from a champagne glass." You carefully took your drink.

"Listen -" He paused, sitting next to you. "I just want you to know you mean a lot to me. And if i could provide it, all of your drinks would be poured in some fancy ass cup." He smiled, rubbing the back of his neck. He felt awkward after saying that, but it was all true.

Eddie really wasn't a pro at this sort of thing. he hoped by now you knew how special already are to him. Even with his shitty analogies. He hoped you got the message.

"That was...one of the sweetest things anyone has ever said to me." You took a big sip, Dr Pepper smiling in your cup.

"You're such a smartass."

Now, it was his turn to laugh. He got up and went over to the tv, picking up the three movies he "rented."

"Went to family video got a couple of things to watch - and a special one for later." He wiggled his eyebrows. The "special one" was literally Star Wars. He's been dying to watch it with you ever since you told you never seen it.

You rolled your eyes. "That guy Steve give you a deal?"

"Sure did. All I had to do was give an ounce for free." Eddie held up three VHS tapes in one hand, showing his victory.

"Okay, then what movie are we watching first?" You nodded, taking the throw pillow next to you in your lap.

"What about critters?" He suggested.

You shook your head and grimaced. "Eww !no, that movie is stupid it's just a bunch of hairballs attacking people."

Eddie snorts, popping the movie into the vcr anyway." Now you know how my uncle wayne feels cleaning out our shower drain."

You fake gagged. The last thing you want to imagine is globs of Eddie's hair being pulled from a shower drain as you eat.

"So, ummm, I was thinking," it was your turn to get a nervous now. "Are you free tomorrow?"

He frowned. "No. I wish. I have my D&D club to...morrow." He started to hesitate through speaking.

"D&d club?" You repeated. "Dungeons and Dragons? That kind of D&d?"

"Yep." He spoke a little too loud and a little too fast.

The intro to the movie is already playing, but neither one of you are interested.

"And you like that sort of stuff?" You quickly realized how that probably came off wrong, and it's not how you intended. "I mean, you just never mentioned it before."

Truth is, he doesn't know why he never mentioned it. Maybe it's because he was always told it was just a fantasy game. That he was too old to be playing it. Eddie didn't care what anyone thought of him except for you. Which deep down is probably why he didn't tell you.

"Yeah, sweetheart, you're dating a bit of a loser." He sighed. Any minute now, he was expecting you to make fun of him. Or call him a loser, too.

That never came.

He shouldn't assume you would see him like that. Primarily over something harmless as playing Dungeon and Dragons.

Make no mistake Eddie didn't view himself as a loser either. He got too accustomed to hearing people calling him that based on the way he dressed and his hobbies. He didn't see himself that way, but others did.

Your face softens "aw don't be like that. That's not even true!"

You looked at him for a moment. Taking in his side profile. You could tell he was slowly slipping into a funk, and you didn't want that.

You by no means have ever thought Eddie was a loser. He was a sweet, gentle, and very caring guy. A little hyper at times. But you loved that about him too.

"I'd like to watch you play sometime. If you wouldn't mind."

Eddies eyes light up. "I could always teach you how to play instead."

"I'd love that. Why didn't you tell me any of this?" You turned your body so you're now facing him. You were still hugging that throw pillow so tight.

"Well, I was trying to play hard to get. if I told you I was a dungeon master for my club-" His tone dripped with sarcasm as he continued on.

He was trying to lighten up the mood a bit more. "You wouldn't be able to keep your hands off me. bad enough, you couldn't seem to resist my gorgeous hair."

Eddie waved a hand through his hair, letting it fly over his shoulder. He was cut short when you decided to take that throw pillow from your lap and thwap the back of his head with it.

"Ow!" He laughed, looking at you in shock.

"Your hair is hard to resist," your tone matching his sarcasm, "and miss." You mumbled under your breath.

"Oh please, I'm irresistible." He chuckled.

You went to go strike him again with the pillow, but this time, he caught it.

"If you don't stop, we're gonna have a problem." Eddie playfully warned, snatching the throw pillow from your hands.

"Oooh, and what exactly are you gonna do about it?" You taunted.

"I dunno maybe kiss you again. Maybe I'll touch you a little bit, see if I can get you to squirm." He smirked and bit his lip, waiting for your reaction.

That shy nervous wreck of a man that greeted you at the front door was long now.

Your eyes widened as you huffed. "Shut up, Eddie."

"Thought so, now watch the movie our date isn't over yet."

[rwac96]

Pyrrha & Shallot # 3: Double Date

Pyrrha: *lowering her Scroll* "Oh, dear."

Shallot: *pummeling a sand bag* "What? Pumpkin Pete finally dropping you?"

Pyrrha: *annoyed, exhaled* "Ren canceled because Nora got arrested for ramping over getting waffles instead of pancakes."

Shallot: *stops his training* "The fuck? Crashing out over waffles sounds like rat behavior."

Pyrrha: *blinks at the Saiyan* "Um...me and Jaune still need another couple to complete the double date."

Shallot: "And you're asking me--Unnf!" *gets hit with a dress shirt & pants*

Pyrrha: "You and Weiss are going in their place."

Shallot: "Um, no."

Pyrrha: "Yes. Weiss and Jaune already agreed."

Shallot: *groans* "Is there gonna be good food where we're going?"

Pyrrha: "Yes--" *serious* "--and it means you don't eat up all the food."

Shallot: *annoyed* "Dammit!"

---

*At the diner, The Arkos couple sat next to the Ancient Snow pairing; Shalot fiddling with his necktie*

Shallot: *grumpy* "I hate wearing shit like this!"

Weiss: "Shallot, it's a way to look presentable. Even Jaune knows this!"

Pyrrha: *unamused* "And this date is already going to Hell."

Jaune: "Guys, please calm down."

Shallot: *folds his arms* "C'mon! I ain't gonna crash out."

Pyrrha: "Crash out?"

Weiss: *rolled her eyes* "Please tell me you didn't pick up brainrot slang from Trunks."

Shallot: "Huh, he's right. Weiss, shawty, you tripping--."

SMACK!

Weiss: *slaps Shallot* "Stop it! None of that drivel!"

Pyrrha: "Honestly, maybe don't pick up slang from a child who watches things from a Scroll Pad."

Jaune: *turns to the approaching waitress* "Look! Our food's here!"

*The waitress sets the food down, the extra plates being for Shallot*

Shallot: *grabbing silverware* "Thanks!" *proceeds to dig in...getting crumbs everywhere*

Weiss: *huffs, wiping crumbs from her grey-bleu dress* "Don't get crumbs everywhere!"

Shallot: *muffled* "Mhmmf?" *continues eating*

Pyrrha: "Don't eat with your mouthful."

Jaune: *cutting into his steak* "I don't think he cares now."

Shallot: *chewing on a chicken drumstick, then swallowing* "Lotta talk from a guy who ate out Fat Ass at a Movie Theater."

Jaune: *blushes, nearly choking on his food* "KAFF! KAFF-KAFF!!" *pounds his own chest*

Weiss: *shocked* "Shallot, uncalled for!" *turns to Pyrrha* "Pyrrha, tell me that's not true!"

Pyrrha: *blushing, death glaring at Shallot* "We agreed never to speak about that."

Weiss: *horrified* "Pyrrha Jen Nikos!! You let Jaune perform cunnilingus on you in public?!"

Jaune: *gasps, then turns to Weiss* "Not so loud!"

Paparazzi "Journalist": "Heya, Helen Hale from XWC, did I just hear that THE Pyrrha Nikos let this nobody eat her out in a movie theater?"

*Pyrrha looks petrified, Jaune covers his hands in embarrassment, and Weiss gulped, realizing her mistake*

Shallot: *smiles, oblivious to the vibe* "Yup."

Helen: *gasps, raises a camera, and begins taking pictures* "Holy Hell! This is big news! Pyrrha Nikos, Champ in the ring, freak in the sheets!"

*This results in more paparazzi arriving, crowding around the quartet and assaulting them with flash photography*

Shallot: *angry* "Hey! Hey!! HEY FUCK OFF!!"

Weiss: "Shallot, darling, don't make this worse--."

Helen: *turns to Weiss* "Hold on! Weiss Schnee, Atlas Songbird, and SDC Heiress? You called him darling. You two dating?"

Shallot: "HEY! Don't ask my matefriend personal shit like that!!"

*Weiss facepalms, as the response causes more paparazzi to arrive at their table*

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*The quartet is in Jaune's car, the swordsman driving with an ashamed look on his face, while Weiss and Pyrrha death glare at Shallot*

Shallot: "Well...that went downhill. That went bad--."

Pyrrha: *livid* "Because it was your damned fault!"

Shallot: "Oh, shut it, Fat Ass!

Weiss: "Shallot, you opened your big mouth, which doesn't involve eating!"

Pyrrha: "Thanks to you, our business went on XWC and all over social media!"

Shallot: *rolls his eyes* "Nyeh! Nyeh! Nyeh! It's not like our friends found out--."

*Weiss pulls out her Scroll, the contact number: RED DOLT*

Ruby: *On the Scroll* "Pyrrha! Jaune! That's so nasty!!"

Shallot: *wide-eyed* "Um, news...travels fast--."

Pyrrha: *twitches* "Shut. Up! Shut your imbecilic, ignorant, oblivious shit hole up!!"

Shallot: *blinks* "...Meatmuncher--."

*Pyrrha let out a murderous yell, tackling Shallot, and began pummeling his face in*

Pyrrha: *beating Shallot black & blue* "You! Impulsive! Dumb Ass! Idiot! Moronic! SHIT!!"

Jaune: *blinks, his eyes focused on the road* "You gonna stop Pyr from hurting your man?"

Weiss: *exhales* "No, he deserved it." *blinks* "You're not gonna stop your paramour from committing aggravated assault?"

Jaune: *shrugs* "Just like ya said, the dumb ass deserves it."

[bonny-kookoo]

here to single handedly keep baby darling alive 🤲🏼 never forget about them 😭

Baby Darling is one of my favorite fics atm I won't lie

Something that you still have to get used to, is the fact that Jungkook is not that kind of guy to hide his infatuation with you.

His friends are a little intimidating- and from looks alone, one might argue that they look like the definition of trouble, but after listening to them all talk and joke around for a bit, you realize they're actually really nice people.

Jungkook had asked you via text to bring him his wallet that he'd forgotten at your place a day prior- and you'd done so, meeting him at a small bar where everyone was sitting outside at a small table drinking and joking around.

At first, you didn't really know if you should- but eventually, you did, because honestly, you've become pretty attached to him these days. And he's not at all like the boyfriends you've witnessed your own friends have- he's not shy with pda, has you on his thigh right now because 'you don't need a chair, you've got me right here'.

Safe to say, Jungkook doesn't mind showing you off at all.

"She's really quiet." Jimin comments, and despite his almost intimidating aura, you find him pretty nice.

"You'll tell me when you wanna head home, right baby?" Jungkook worries at you, and you nod- while Yoongi shakes his head.

"I can't believe you finally found a proper girl." He simply mumbles, stealing a sip from Jimin's glass.

"They do fit though." Jimin giggles. "She's cute, and he's too." He comments, making Jungkook roll his eyes.

"I'm not cute, what are you talking about?" He growls almost, taking his beer for himself.

"You are cute. Did you know that he cries when watching Disney movies?" Yoongi spills, and Jungkook groans.

"Alright, this was a mistake. Babe, we're leaving." He jokes, making you smile at him.

"If we leave, are we gonna watch a movie at my place?" You wonder, and Jungkook stares at you caught off guard-

before the rest of the table, including you, erupts into laughter.

[interstellarspacecadett]

DIVORCING

WARNING!

Do not read if you're not 18+ years old.

Sex and strong language

Controlling male protagonist

English is not my first language. I'm so sorry if there are some grammar mistakes.

I finally did it, I filed for divorce. My husband, Bruce Wayne and I have been on different paths for quite a long time.

It wasn't an easy decision since we adopted Dick, Jason, Tim, and Damian. Our sons meant the world to us, or at least to me. He wasn't around the majority of the time, I took care of my sons, and he was nowhere to be found. Always so busy, always so distracted and thinking about something else. We lacked intimacy. When he was around, he was cold and full of rage. No one could talk to Bruce if Bruce himself didn't talk to that person first.

I had enough, I had to step out of our marriage, I wanted to start again, but not with Bruce. It was the right decision, I needed attention, I needed love, not someone who made me doubt myself, someone who was a ghost, someone who didn't care at all about anything. I used to spend a lot of time after our kids, and I stopped taking care of myself. It showed, I always had a tired face, lacked energy, and I was distracted worrying about my husband. I gave too much to someone who didn't deserve even half of it.

My new apartment was in uptown Gotham, and it was spacious with many modern features. I felt alone the majority of the time, but it had to be this way, I needed to be alone for some time.

After I filed for divorce, I didn't expect Bruce's reaction. He called me, it was the first time in moths that we had a good conversation.

"Honey, come back home" He said with a low tone of voice.

I started to cry, I started to tremble reviving my experience in that place I stopped calling home.

"You know what you put me though. You do. You stopped loving me, I was alone taking care of the kids. The only help I had was Alfred. You don't even know that I used to cry myself to sleep because of you. " Tears started to roll down my face. It was painful and atrocious suffering like that for someone with always an excuse.

"The kids miss you, Alfred and the dogs too. I miss you"

Same warm tone, sweet words to lure me back in that snare of marriage.

"Why weren't you there for me? All this time, I suffered. Bruce, I deserve to be happy. "

I couldn't stop my tears, I was crying so desperately.

"You do. With me, the kids and Alfred."

"Not with you. Not anymore."

"Baby. We're not gonna have a divorce, think about Damian. Uh?. How is he gonna take it? Living in two different homes, his parents divorced... We can not make him go through all of this."

Same tone. Same warm voice. All calculated.

"He talks to me about you all the time. And he asks me when you're gonna come back to us. He calls his mommy at night. He looks out for you. He sleeps a lot in our bedroom, and he says it still has your scent. Think about Jason, you're the only woman he ever accepted in his life. He's angry now. He says it's time for us to get back together. Tim, he never comes out of his room, and when he does, it's because he hopes you're back. And how could we forget about Dick. He's devoured with anger towards me. Honey, you do understand that all I do is to protect you and the boys, to make you all be alright when one day I won't be here anymore? One day, I might not be back home. But I want you and the boys to never worry about anything. You're all I have and care about."

Bruce sounded so sincere, and it was the thing that made me melt. The kids. I missed them, I did more than anything.

But he would be back to his old ways, disappearing, not making love to me, not being there for the kids.

"Bruce, I gotta go, now."

"I'm gonna call you tomorrow at the same time." He sounded like he was ending a business meeting, I've heard that cold tone before.

"I don't know. I don't think it's a good idea." I said, looking out of the window, hoping to see him in his costume watching over me. He later confessed to me that he always watched me from the dark.

"I wasn't asking. Sleep tight, beautyful."

"Good night, Bruce."

He called me the following day at the same time.

We talked about the kids. He then planned to move out of the manor to a more tranquil place with the kids. I smiled for the first time in a while. He made me think it was still possible to be together again.

After our call, he wished me good night and promised to call the following day. My lawyer advised me to stop interacting with Bruce, to stop all the calling, and sweet nothings on the phone. All of that needed to stop before going to court.

He called me at the same time, but I never answered following my lawyer's advice. Other two months passed, and nothing had changed. I visited the kids when Bruce wasn't home. He was right they weren't happy about all the divorce thing, especially Damian, who I saw crying for the first time.

A week passed, and after talking to my lawyer, I headed back to my apartment. It was cold and lonely as always.

I had one voice message to listen to. Bruce never sent me one before. He preferred calling me and talking on the phone.

But, he surprised me.

"Honey, we should talk in person. We can find an arrangement, no lawyers, just you and me. Wayne Manor, Saturday, December the 21st, 8 o'clock. Goodnight, sweetheart. Looking forward to our meeting. "

The first thing I did was to call my lawyer and fix an appointment for the following morning so we could discuss the new matter.

"He sounds sincere." My lawyer said after I made him listen to the message Bruce sent me.

"He does. When he wants to." I remarked.

"You should go. If we proceed with this divorce, be ready for the media, your kids under more unwanted attention, and not to talk about the shitstorm. I'll give you the papers with the reasons why you filed for divorce and all the other stuff. "

At 5 o'clock that Saturday, I started to prepare myself, emotionally and physically. Bruce was unpredictable.

I dressed formal, white shirt, long black skirt and high heels. He sent me a driver, his old ways. The driver and I stayed in silence for all the time we took to get to Wayne Manor.

Before knocking at the immense door, I took a deep breath.

The doors opened just in time for me to see Bruce getting down the stairs.

He was so elegant, formal, and handsome he didn't look nothing like the last time we saw each other. He was taking care of himself. He seemed warm and not cold as an ice cube.

He greeted me with a warm hug without saying anything. There was nothing to say.

I was about to get used to that warm ambrace, but he pulled away and guided me to the conference room.

He pulled the seat for me, and he seated next to me at the table top.

"Come closer, honey. I gotta see these papers of yours."

He pulled my chair closer to him to the point where I could feel his warm breath on my cheek.

"You look so beautiful, baby, and you smell so good. You know this is my favourite perfume? So sweet." He smiled.

My heart started to beat faster, and all that praising made my legs crush one against the other unintentionally.

"You always have been the most beautiful woman in the room. The smartest. The funniest. The most breathtaking. " He kept praising me. He smiled mischievously, knowing what those compliments did to me.

Fuck, I wanted more.

It had been such a long time of abstinence that I was starving with kisses and sex.

He didn't touch me, yet, but he knew it was all it needed to break me.

"So pretty. This high bun siuts you perfectly. It lets glow the skin on your neck."

He finally did it. He touched me with his big, warm calloused hand. I bit my lower lip, trying to keep it all together. He massaged one of my shoulders and my neck admiring every expression of mine. I put my hand on his without even knowing, and I started to carress it.

"Bruce, please." I begged him to let go of me. To free me from his control, it was so sweet and painful at the same time. He placed one kiss on my hand and one on my neck. I was about to lose it.

"The papers." I remembered him, trying to free myself from his touch.

He stopped every movement, he composed himself, and asked me to read for him.

I came down from my high and started to read the summary.

"Getting to this point of my relationship with my husband, Bruce Wayne, was never my intention. [...]But it was forced to me since during these last months I have been neglected, starved with affection.[...] This behaviour doesn't apply only on me, but on my kids as well. [...]I can no longer live and be in a relationship that doesn't represent the words love, family, and unity for the previously mentioned reasons[...]"

As I was reading, he kept his eyes on me, and I swear I felt completely naked burning under his sight. He pressed a kiss on my cheek and formed a trail of soft kisses to the corner of my mouth.

He kissed my lips and stopped me before arriving to read to half of the second sheet. I waited for so long. His lips were soft and hungry for mine. We kissed slowly, taking our time, making out like two teenagers in love. He was so gentle embracing me like the most precious of jewels. A moan escaped my mouth, making him kiss me deeply and vulgarly. I loved every second of it. He had never tasted that sweet, so perfect. As we pulled away, he murmured to me:

"You know that we're not getting this divorce, right?" Just to then start kissing me again.

We ended up standing up, kissing and hugging each other like nothing ever changed.

He then proceeded to kiss my neck, devouring it up. His hands trailed down to my ass, caressing it and squeezing it tight in his hands. I moaned, letting myself go to the pleasure.

"Bruce"

"Feels good, doesn't it, baby?" His voice echoed in my head. All I could think about was just him and the pleasure he was intoxicating me with.

"So good." I moaned.

I forgot about everything.

"That lawyer of yours, I don't like him. He looks at you like a beast in heat. "

He went behind my back, putting his clothed erection against my butt, to let me know what I did to him. He was so big, so hard, and so ready for me. I got wetter and hornier just at the thought of it.

He kept licking and biting my neck, letting me get higher and higher.

He unbuttoned my shirt, freeing my breast just to then undo my bra and let it fall to the ground on top of my shirt.

He pinched my nipples while thrusting his erection against my ass.

"You're my wife. My property, all mine. Mine and only mine." He kept going on teasing me, provoking me and making me melt under his touch.

"Yours." I was out of my mind. The power he had on me was getting stronger second by second, minute by minute.

"There is no divorcing. I don't wanna ear none of that. Did I make myself clear,baby?" I melted more.

"Yes. Oh, Bruce."

In one move, he freed me from my skirt, letting it fall down to the ground with the rest of my clothes.

He soon had one hand on my brest and one between my legs caressing my clit, making me feel good.

"This fucking cunt. So fucking wet for me, uh? Gonna make you feel so good, baby, so fucking good" With that promise, my hopes went high as my mind.

"Moan for me like that. Making my dick so fucking hard, uh?"

"I'm gonna fuck you really good. I'm gonna make you cum on this useless papers. So fucking mine." He continued teasing me.

He put one finger in me, and it was enough to make me moan louder and cum. I had no chance of winning against him.

He then made me sit on the big mahogany table. He spread my legs, exposing my wet, pulsing cunt. He took a good look at it, then at me. He buried his face between my legs, kissing, licking, and eating me out. I was lost in pleasure. Meanwhile, he unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his toned body.

He was like a god.

He started to play and enjoy himself by butting two fingers in me and licking my clit like a starved man.

"So good. Oh my god, just like that." I moaned, enjoying myself.

He moved his free hand to my breast, caressing one at the time, to later intertwine his hand with mine.

"My baby. Looking so good like this, legs wide open on my expensive table. Uh?" I came with those words, and as he predicted, I soaked all the papers.

I tried to catch my breath, but he didn't give me time. His mouth was already on mine.

We kissed again and again.

"I'm so in love with you." He said lowly on my ear.

I smiled. It all seemed like a dream, a happy one. A utopia.

"I mean it." He said, looking at me in the eyes.

It was true. All of it. Bruce never lied.

"Now I know." I said before kissing him.

"Now let's get to the real deal. I still haven't cum. And I know a good place where I can stick it in"

"I don't know where." I said provoking him while leaning back on the table. My back met the cold surface.

I lifted my legs to Bruce's torso.

He removed my heels, kissing my feet.

He was so dirty and perverted. And I loved it.

He was looking at me straight in the eyes. Those blue obs darkened as he submissed me even more.

"You taste so fucking sweet." He said, liking the base of one of my feet.

I got wetter, hornier, and hungrier for more. I needed more.

He slowly put his zip down, freeing his cock with his pants still on and buckled.

He pulled me closer to the edge of the table by my tights. Not long after, he was inside of me, slowly exploring me like it was the first time. I was so full of his flesh. It was so big and hard that I could feel every vein on his surface. He then opened my legs, getting closer to me, just to whisper to me the dirtiest words. I had goosebumps all over my body.

"Bruce, fuck me harder."

He did as I commanded without further discussion, he thruster deeper in me, touching all my weakest spots. He made me cum uncontrollably, fucking me to the gates of heaven.

"Like this? Uh?"

"Just like that." I moaned, hugging him harder.

"This cunt is so fucking good. So fucking tight. Gonna make me cum, baby."

He moaned against my skin.

"Fuuuck. Oh my love!" I was out of my mind, I had pleasure all in my veins, I couldn't control anymore what came out of my mouth.

"Yeah. Feels good uh?" He kissed me not waiting for an answer.

He went faster, harder on me, I couldn't get enough, I was on cloud nine. Bruce hugged me like our lives depended on that. I came on and on, and my body was exhausted. Bruce kept going on fucking me senseless, moaning, letting himself go. His body was warm against my skin, his touch so sweet .

"I love you, my beautiful wife. I love you so much." He looked at me straight to my face and smiled, finally a warm smile and not a calculated one.

"Y-you say that now that you're fucking m-me." I spit venom.

His movements started to get harder and more precise, trying to find my weakest spot.

"I. LOVE. YOU." He repeated harshly.

"Then fuck me like you mean it."

He smirked just to then increase his pace.

One hour later, we finally came to a stop. He rested his head between my brest. I had no energy, I was really exhausted so I closed my eyes and when I reopened them, it was already the next day.

Sun rays hit my face, I didn't want to wake up. The bad was so warm and soft. It wasn't the bed I got used to in my cold apartment. It was Wayne Manor's.

I lifted my hand trying to find Bruce, hoping that all the things we said the previous night would have become true, and finally, we could all get back to be a big family.

He wasn't there. My heart sinked. I pulled myself up, and I was completely naked. I headed to Bruce's walk-in closet, hoping to find something that could suit me, just to then leave. I found all my clothes in there, including the ones I wore the night before.

I dressed up, opting for a cream coloured sweatshirt, tight blue jeans, and a pair of white trainers.

I collected my phone and my bag and headed downstairs.

"Where are you going?" His voice echoed in my head, and his firm tone stopped my movements.

I turned around, and he looked like he had just come out of the shower. He wore a towel, and little water drops were running from his head down to his weist. With his hands, he held a plate with breakfast on it and a fresh red rose.

He placed the plate on a dresser, and he moved slowly closer to me.

"Alfred is not here, I had to arrange something myself. I know you like strawberries."

He caressed one of my cheeks, kissed my forehead, and hugged me. I hugged him back with my heart pounding in my chest.

"You just had to stay in bed and wait for me a little longer. I wanted to surprise you with a delicious meal and good morning sex."

I smiled and hugged him tighter, finally understanding his intentions.

"You smell so good." I said, sniffing his chest.

"We can shower together after breakfast and good sex." We kissed and ended up in bed again, skipping breakfast and going straight to devouring each other.

We had breakfast after two rounds, and then we showered.

"I love you. I love you. I love you." He said, caressing my hair while hot water was running down on our bodies.

"I love you. I love you. I love you." I responded, smiling. He smiled back at me, and we kissed again.

That day we went to the beach, it was warm despite being winter. He looked so handsome, happy, and relaxed. It was at that moment that I finally saw the man I fell in love with. He looked young, well-kept, and glorious under the sunlight.

"What, honey?" He asked me.

"You're so handsome." I said, looking away since I was getting shy.

"Come here. Let me kiss you one more time. "

"You gotta catch me first." I smiled, seeing the confused face he made.

I ran, and he chased after me. My intention was never to get too far away from him, I couldn't anyway even in my dreams. He eventually caught me and threw me over his shoulder. He spanked one of my butt cheeks, making me laugh.

Not too long after, he put me down and caught my cheeks between the palms of his hands. We kissed once more.

There were sparks materialising around us. It was all so perfect.

To be continued...

Hope you liked it

Shotout to

For inspiring my story.

♡♡♡ Thank you for reading ♡♡♡

[milesandcorysupermacy]

"I know someone who can" (Part 1)

1610!Miles x Confused-Black-Fem!Reader

Genre: Friends-to-lovers, Fluff, lil bit of angst

Warnings: We're like lowk cheating 😭, Cursing, Use of N Word, Google Translated Spanish, That's it I think lemme know if I missed sum 🤷🏾‍♀️

Songs that it's based on: Let Me Love You By Mario, Don't By Bryson Tiller

Summary: Basically, you get into a lil argument with your man (Jaleel) and run to Miles. You tell him that it's been like this for a while and he isn't having any of that. He tells you that you deserve better, luckily he knows someone who can provide better 😉

The IG Post:

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"You are so fucking insecure, it's unbelievable"

You say, rolling your eyes. You were sitting on Jaleel's bed, with your arms crossed. This nigga had the audacity to press you about an IG post on your PRIVATE Instagram. The post wasn't even that bad. Jaleel's been like this ever since the start of your relationship. At first. You just thought it was cute that he was a little possessive, you thought he was just showing that he cared. But now you're 4 months in and that shit just not cute anymore!

"I'm insecure? Nah I'm just responsible for you, and ion like you out here showing ya ass for all these lil niggas that are thirsting over you. You MY bitch."

Hold up...you know he ain't just say what you THINK he said. All your respect for him went out the window the second he said that. Plus, he wasn't even looking at you during this whole argument, this nigga is turned around, on his PS5, in his gaming chair, paying you no attention. You know what...you don't even care that you're at his house at this point, you're about to say what's on your mind.

"FIRST of all, I'm nobody's bitch. Second, Boy you are not responsible for me. Nigga, you ain't my daddy. You make it seem like I'm just a job, not your girlfriend. You know what...Miles WARNED me about you and I should've listene-"

You said, before getting so rudely cut off by the dreadhead in front of you. To be honest, you probably just fell for the height and hair. (Because if a 6 foot dreadhead walked up to you, you would take the opportunity too. Don't lie.)

"There you go, always talking about that nigga. 'Miles this, Miles that', since you wanna talk about him so bad why don't you just go be with him. But let me tell you something, that'll be the biggest mistake of your life. Because, he don't want yo' ass anyway. I'm the best thing you'll ever ha-"

He's cut off by the sound of you grabbing your shoes, and purse, hopping off the bed. One thing your mama has always told you is 'If you disrespect yourself, you'll allow others to disrespect you' and you weren't about to sit up here and be disrespected.

Jaleel turned around in his chair and looked at you, puzzled.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm grabbing my stuff and leaving, I'm not about to let you talk to me like this. J, I deserve so much better and that's what I'm about to go get."

You said, walking to the door. You heard him stand up out of his gaming chair and run after you. With the controller still in his hand, he stood in front of you. Blocking the exit of his apartment.

"Wait, wait, wait. Bae, I'm sorry, ok? Maybe I took it far this time but, you know you're not gonna actually leave me, right?"

He chuckled out, thinking this whole thing was a joke. Little did he know you weren't playing.

"Look, you can be delusional if you want to but I'm done."

You say, pushing past him and walking out the door. You heard faint sounds of Jaleel cursing in the background. You honestly weren't paying attention, there was just so much going through your head. You honestly couldn't believe that you just did that. You just kept your head down, continuing to walk down the hallway of the apartment complex. You felt tears well up in your eyes, not from sadness, but pure rage. You couldn't even believe that you stuck around for that long. How could you do that to yourself? Did he ever really care about you? Was he being egotistical? Was he right about you wanting to get with Miles? What are you gonna tell your mo-

You heard a little thump from your shirt rubbing against someone's jacket, dragging you out of your train of thought. You must have accidentally bumped into someone on your walk home.

"I'm sorry"

You said with a slightly congested, scratchy voice since you were just crying. Before looking up to see who it was, you recognized the Jordans and shadow of a tall, sort of lanky boy with a taper fade. Apparently he recognized you too.

"Y/N? Mami, why are you crying? Where's your jacket, you must be freezing!"

He said, pulling you into his embrace in the cold weather, wiping the tears from your eyes.

"Voy a matar a quien te haya hecho esto."

(I'm gonna kill whoever did this to you)

He muttered under his breath, still embracing you as he lead you to his home.

"I was just at Ja-"

"Shhh, you can tell me about it when we're inside so that you're warm and safe, Cariño."

(Dear)

He said as he continued speed walking the streets of Brooklyn, New York, with you wrapped in his warmth. He wanted to get to his apartment as soon as possible to make sure you're ok, you took note of that. Jaleel was wrong about a lot of things, but maybe he was right about this. Maybe you do wanna be with Miles...?

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This was lowk originally a one-shot but likeeeeee it's a lil more juicy when it's in chapters 😋 anyway, lemme know what yall think in the comments, I WILL REPLY BC I LOVE YALL 🫶🏾🫶🏾🫶🏾🫶🏾

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Expansion, Part 2.

Loneliness.

((TW: Angst moments and tears ahead.))

~Flower Fruit Mountain, a hour after discovery.~

A small tornado formed in from of the house the Monkey King had built over 13 years ago after his first one was destroyed by the Azure Lion. The winds disburse to reveal the matriarch of the Demon Bull Family, Princess Iron Fan, and standing beside her is a small dark furred monkey child. Iron Fan looks down to the young girl who hadn't said anything but a "hello" to her since she picked her up from that human and demon school her parents signed her into, nor was the child saying anything now.

"Mei-Yue," Iron Fan spoke. "We're here now. Your father is waiting for you."

Mei-Yue, the little six eared monkey, didn't say anything in response, she only nodded at her aunt. The princess gave a saddened front at the silence of her niece. She'd been quiet since she picked up from the school her brother-in-law was insistent on letting her attend. Speaking of which, the door to the house swung opened, revealing the smiling face of Wukong peered out. He appeared to be tired.

"Thank you again, Iron Fan. Mac and I have working our tails off getting everything ready for our new 'guest'."

The Princess gave a smirk to the retired hero. "Oh it was nothing too special. After all you know how much I adore my beloved niece."

The rust colored furred monkey rolled his eyes at the Celestial before him; Of course she would call his daughter 'her beloved niece', even though she could've consider her only son a 'beloved' (He wasn't allowed to say throw her past mistakes back at her unless she absolutely deserved it). Speaking of children, Wukong turned his attention to the nine year old dark furred cub standing beside Princess Iron Fan, giving her a warm smiling, noticing the girl's blank expression.

"Hey Lil' Tiger," the reitred king greeted, "How was school today honey? Ya make any new-"

Before he could finish his question, Mei-Yue walked passed her father without saying a word, she didn't even acknowledge him. Wukong stared as his daughter walked towards her room.

"Well that's concerning." The old king muttered, he turned back to the Celestial at the front door. "Did something happen at the school we need to know about?"

"I was actually about to ask you if something happened here that was upsetting her." Iron Fan responded. "She been quiet since I got her; She didn't even smile at me. Me! Her favorite aunt and mother figure."

The Stone monkey gave a loud 'HAH'. "Ah I didn't think you could be funny, Fanny. But everyone knows that my sister Ma is her favorite aunt and mother figure.". Iron Fan gave Wukong the sourest scowl.

"Regardless, Macaque and I will see if she's up to talking, maybe we can get an answer."

"You better."

With that, a tornado formed around the Celestial, then just as it came, the tornado dissipated, and Iron Fan is gone. The monkey king frowned at the spot the Celestial once stood. Oh Buddha how he hated his sworn brother's wife, but he wasn't gonna focus on her empty threats, he had a more important priority. One being a certain Celestial Primate eavesdropping on him.

"You know, you're sworn sister is a real pain at times." claimed Wukong as he peered down at the darker shadow that encompassed his own. He stepped to the side as Macaque emerged from the shadows, smirking at the rust monkey.

"You're the one who let's her get to you. I was just here to make sure you two didn't start fighting again." Macaque affirmed. "But aside from that. I think we need to address to elephant in the room, or rather our usually bubbly daughter not being herself."

"I couldn't agree more." Wukong sighed. "Do you think that Shang kid's at fault for that?"

Macaque groaned in frustration at the name. "Sweet Buddha, I hope not. That kid is an asshole, and his mother ain't any better, constantly saying her brat's angel.".

The rust colored monkey chuckled at his husband. "Going on a bit of a rant, eh Macky?"

The dark furred glared at his husband.

"C'mon, I think Mei-Yue went to her room."

Macaque strided towards the the hallway leading to the bedrooms.

"Note to self:" muttered Wukong as he followed suit, "Watch what you say around your pregnant mate. He will get snippy."

*~*~*~*~

In the bedroom of the Monkey Princess, Mei-Yue sat on her bed with her favorite stuffed rabbit wrapped in her arms. Her focus was on a picture frame on her bed. The picture inside was of her adoptive brother MK holding Mei-Yue when she was baby, her older sister figure Mei squealing in joy, their friend/her sworn cousin Red-Son looking over MK's shoulder, at the bottom frame was a saying carved into it. The carved words read 'Welcome, Little Sister'.

The soft knock emanated from the other side of the bedroom door, shifting the child's attention to it. It was her fathers on the other side, she knew that much.

"Moonbeam?" her baba's (Macaque) emanated from the door. "Can we come in please?"

There was silence from the girl's room. The Celestial Primates looked at each other with concern painted on their faces.

"Maybe she fell asleep." Wukong subjected.

The doorknob turned and door was pulled open by a tired looking Mei-Yue, the usual sparkle in her eyes was absent. Doing their best to mask their worry, the men gave their daughter a soft smile and knelt down to her level. Macaque was the first to speak.

"Hey Dumpling. How was your first day at school?"

Mei-Yue shifted where she stood. "It was fine, I guess."

"Are you sure? Because you didn't say hi to us when you got home."

"Y-Yeah, I'm-..."

The girl just shut down and stared at the ground, clenching her stuffed rabbit.

"Did something happen at the school?" Macaque questioned his daughter. "You know you can tell us when something's wrong, right?"

The only response he got was a shrug of her shoulders. Keeping his resolve, Wukong reached out and placed a gentle hand on his daughter's shoulder, finally getting her to look at them.

"Sweetheart, whatever is going on, we can help you go through it." The Stone Monkey consoled his young daughter, giving her a warm smile and the reassurance her needed. But his smile faded when she spoke up.

".... Am I gonna be alone forever?"

Both parents looked at their daughter

"I- I beg your pardon?"

"Dumpling, who told you that? Was is that Shang kid that's been giving you trouble?"

"No. He's not even in my class this years."

She took a deep breath in, then slowly exhaled before she spoke.

"Today in class... my classmate, Yao, was talking about his birthday party his parents are throwing fir him, and that his oldest birthday was coming up and-"

"And you're upset because you weren't invited?" Wukong questioned.

"No! Lemme finish!" Mei-Yue barked at the Stone Monkey as he held his hands in front of his chest.

"Okay, Okay. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt. Please continue. "

"Thank you. As I was saying, Yao's birthday was coming up and his older brother was home to visit and celebrate his birthday and I didn't think anything of it. But then my other classmate said that she and her sister got to go camping this weekend. Then recess came and I wanted to play with the twins, Ming & Lian, but they said I couldn't play with them because..... it was a twins game and I don't have a twin..."

Her breathing was start to become hitched and she was trying to fight back the tears that were forming in her eyes, trying her hardest not to cry if front of her fathers. Macaque's expression grew from worry as he

"I tried to not let it all get to me, but....."

"Mei-Yue, you don't have to continue-"

"But when I was waiting for auntie Fanny, my friend Winnie told me that her big brothers were happy that she that she made it into the junior basketball team..."

A sob escaped from her mouth, the tears began to fall as she tried to wipe them away. She clenched her rabbit plush tightly as if it were a life line, too afraid to let go.

"I didn't wanna think too much about it, and-.. and I know you guys love me and your happy, and you need me to be happy... But... I didn't realized how alone I really am until Winnie said that, and... and......."

"Lil' Tiger-"

"And I hate it. I hate that I'm the only kid here. I hate that I have no one to play with after school, I hate that can't share my toys with anyone, I hate that I can't make up games with anyone but my cousins, I hate how empty home is even though you wouldn't leave me here alone, I hate not having a brother or sister here with me, I Hate Being Alone!"

She lost her resolve. The young monkey let out her pained cries. She no longer fought the tears, or held in the pain... She let it out...

"I DON'T WANNA BE ALONE!"

In that instant, Macaque pulled his daughter into a tight hug and let her cry while he tries to fight back the tears that were forming. Wukong joins in the hug, gently stroking his daughter head to soothe her as he did so many times before, all the while both men were trying to fight their own tears back.

"No, no, no, no, no, no. You're not gonna be alone, hon. Daddy and I would never let that happen to you in a million years." Macaque soothed Mei-Yue as she buried herself in his chest.

His precious daughter's muffled cried only grew louder, and it made his hearts break. He knew her pain. He and Wukong knew it too well...

To Be Continued in part 3....

[leahnardo-da-veggie]

A Tale of Love, Death and Maggots, part 16-G

Part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8, part 9, part 10, part 11, part 12, part 13, part 14, part 15

I paused, thinking about it. “Sure, why the hell not? I'll bite. What's the plan, Mrin?”

It made her break into a proper smile. This time I could see the cracks in it, where something that horrible and despairing lurked. “Are you alright, Mrin? You look… troubled, my love.” The last word lingered on my tongue. It tasted like the fields in summer.

“It's nothing, Doc. Nothing at all.” Mrin turned away, but I caught the flash of grief. Stronger, it was. Starker against the warmth in my chest.

“No, it's not nothing. Don't brush me off, Mrin. Not after everything we've done,” I said, grabbing her arm and pressing it to my chest. “I swear, Mrin, I'm done trying to accept my fate. I'm done trying to make my own heart freeze over. I'm done refusing to admit that I don't care about you, or Athena, or Brett.” 

I don't know when I decided that. To be honest, I hadn't quite realised it until the words flew out of my mouth. I suppose it must have been when Mrin burst into tears that night. It always did come back to her, after all. Her and that piercing gaze of hers. It revealed things I didn't know about myself.

But it was true. I was done, once and for all, of letting harm coming to the ones I loved. It was time for me to step up and be a man for once. I pressed her calloused hand to my chest. “Come on, Mrin. Tell me what's wrong. Let's face it together, no matter how horrible. Isn't that what partners are for?”

She looked down, avoiding my gaze. “I've come to a conclusion of my own, Doc. I think- I think it's time I stopped trying to make the impossible happen. I've been stuck here for what, a decade? And no matter how hard I've tried, I can't find a way to escape this place. I…”

“I don't think there is one.”

The admission made her voice crack, and she yanked her hand from my chest as though I'd stabbed her. “Fuck, that hurts to say aloud. But it's the truth, isn't it? There's just no way out. We're stuck here. Doomed.”

It was the opposite of my decision. “Mrin…”

“No! It's pointless, don't you get it?! It's so… so accursedly unfair of you to say something like ‘I love you', right when I've made my choice! I admired you, Doc. I admired how stoic you were. I tried so, so fucking hard to stay calm in the face of everything. I tried so hard not to care. I tried to be like you, and just as I succeed, you do this?!”

She shook, though with rage or grief, I could not tell. “You stupid bastard. You and Athena and Brett, you've all left me no choice.”

“I've got to save you all. Even if it means killing myself.”

“Mrin, what the hell are you talking about?” I tried to reach out again, and she gave me an infuriated look. 

“Run the numbers, Doc. I'm never going to be happy here. I don't want to spend my life chasing something that will never come to pass. It's all so pointless. Pointless, I tell you.”

“You're repeating yourself again, Mrin.” Even as I said it, I knew it was useless. We really were doomed to repeat our mistakes. This conversation had been the lead-up to Athena's death, and it was gonna be the lead-up to Mrin's too. I felt that mantle of despair settle about my shoulders, unavoidable as ever. 

Yet I had to try anyways, didn't I? Wasn't that what I'd told her just now? Damn, this trying thing was hard. It was hard to get arms to move when they'd stayed still for so long, hard to get the ball rolling when it'd been gathering moss for forever, hard to try when it was so much easier to just not. But I had to. For Athena, who I hadn't reached out to in time. For Brett, who I could have saved if I'd been less of a fool. 

For Mrin, who I still had. Who I would lose. Who I couldn't lose, not when we'd admitted the truth to each other.

“It's not pointless, Mrin. You're a fool if you believe that.”

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