#also they jump from a building but everyone lives. just wanna put that out there

[katszumi]

bakugou hated defeat. he was never one to forfeit anything. if he could challenge the ocean to a battle, he would and sincerely believe he’d win.

once, he admits defeat to the universe and chooses to let you slip through his fingers.

when he began to fall in love with your sweet manner, delicate touch, warm smile and witty behavior, he also began to hate himself.

he hated the way he was when it came to feelings. he knew he wasn’t able to express his emotions like a good boyfriend should. he was intolerable, insufferable. something that couldn’t have mixed with you.

love was a foreign concept to him, something he couldn’t grasp but something he desperately wished for deep down, no matter how many times he brushed it off or ridiculed the idea.

bakugou knew love wasn’t designed for him, and he wasn’t ever going to let his silly imagination deceive him otherwise.

but, he knows his heart never stands a chance. especially tonight when he finds you on the terrace of ua. the night-sky wrapped the area in its darkness, the crescent moon illuminating the brightest color it could, and the silent night bringing the greatest solitude it could.

bakugou attempts to leave you be, but your eyes find him faster than he originally thought, him being pulled into your magnetic, overwhelming aura.

“hey,” he begins, a slight waver in his voice from his nerves. “not enjoyin’ the party inside?”

you chuckle slightly, waving his question off. “just needed some air.”

bakugou nods in response. he folded his arms over the railing, taking in the scenery around them.

it was the last night for the third years at ua, everyone celebrating their triumphs, losses, friendships. it was the last time they’d be within this building all together, the last time bakugou could silently admire you from afar. he’d always think about his last day there, wondering if he’d be shouting from excitement. he wasn’t close to thinking that he’d feel like his whole world was coming down.

you were planning to travel to the united states to start your hero debut, receiving an offer there that you just couldn’t pass up. he remembered the moment when you told him so vividly. you wore a huge smile, basically jumping out of excitement. that was the first time bakugou came to the realization that he couldn’t have you.

truth be told, he was scared of breaking paths with you. anger, sorrow, fear. you shone a light on all of those emotions. it felt like his anchor was gone. breaking every stable piece off of him one by one.

“so, what’s next for you? don’t think you ever told me your plan.”

in his head, bakugou replies with, that was on purpose. he wanted to remove everything from his mind. go with the flow and live in the moment until it was officially time to get started on his new path of life. but, he figured there was no more time to put it off.

“stay in the city for a bit. kirishima talked about collaboratin’ on an agency, so been givin’ that some consideration.” he replies somberly. “i don’t know really, just gotta find something to keep me busy.”

you echoed bakugou’s action from earlier, nodding to his statement. a small sigh parted your lips, partly from exhaustion, but also from sadness.

“you scared?” it came out as a whisper, as if it was a taboo subject to never touch on, and frankly it was when it came to bakugou.

he waited to respond, pausing for as long as he could before the silence turned uncomfortable.

“yeah.” something so simple but spoke so much considering bakugou would never admit such a thing. “you’ll be okay though. you got an offer some of us wish we could have, and i heard the states has good job opportunities.”

“i don’t wanna go.” first it came out as a mumble, bakugou unsure if he just understood the words that came out of your mouth.

“what?”

“i don’t want to go.” this time, your voice was much more stern.

“the fuck you talkin’ about? you’ve been excited for this shit the day you got the letter, now you don’t wanna go? as if.” he was aware that he came off a little too defensive, mostly to shield his heart from catching a little bit of hope, he didn’t mean to come at you so harshly.

you peeled your eyes away from him, purposely avoiding his eye contact. looking at him seemed more like receiving a scolding from a parent more than anything right now.

“i mean, the united states? i’ll be there alone, no family, no friends. it’s not the money or opportunities i’m concerned about, bakugou. it’s about my happiness.” you explained. “isn’t that something you’re thinking about too?”

bakugou weighs his options. he thinks he has nothing else to lose, but he also considers the fact of you breaking his heart even more than it is. besides, you were smart, he knew you were going to take the offer anyway no matter how bad your nerves were eating you up.

“you can’t think with your heart about things like this, y/n.” he knows he’s an asshole. he knows you’re looking to him for the reassurance you want to hear but he just can’t give it.

“i’m not! i just want to be happy doing the things i love and that’s not possible in an environment i cant stand to be in.”

“you don’t know that yet.”

“i’m getting a pretty good feeling.”

“because you’re scared.”

you shrug, “so what? you don’t know how i feel. you’ll be here with your mom, dad, and all of your friends. i’ll have to start over from scratch in a country i know nothing about.”

he scoffed, his eyes darting away from your figure. “right because you know exactly how i feel.” his tone bled with sarcasm.

“you don’t tell me how you feel for anything, so sorry for taking an educated guess.” you retorted.

“you never ask to begin with.”

“as if you’d even tell me. you think i haven’t noticed you avoiding me these past couple of weeks? you don’t even talk to me anymore.”

now the roles reversed, you stared at him, bakugou not daring to look into your eye.

he shifted in his position, beginning to become uncomfortable. he replayed in his mind what he should’ve done moments ago instead of coming to speak to you.

“nothing to say?” you were playing with fire, not caring that you were poking the bear. “guess that’s not anything new. you just do whatever you want, say whatever you wish without thinking of the other person, because you’re ‘katsuki bakugou’. the man who cares about none other than the title of being the number one hero.”

“that’s not fuckin’ true and you know it.” he snaps his head towards you.

“do i?” your eyes searched his. “maybe a few months ago i would’ve, but you’ve been treating me like an outcast recently. i thought i mattered to you! i thought we were something!”

“what do you want me to say here?”

“i want you to be honest.”

bakugou clenched his teeth, his jaw sharpening from the action. of course he wanted to be with you, there was no other girl that he could imagine being with. but it just couldn’t work. you weren’t made to be with a monster, and he didn’t deserve to enjoy something so sweet as you.

so, bakugou opted to refuse the truth once again, brushing her off.

“you’re just too good for me.” he simply replies. “don’t waste your potential here. go to america.”

bakugou takes no more time to indulge in your erratic behavior, so he leaves you at the terrace, the noise of the party being heard the moment he opened the side door.

he wanted you more than anything. if the universe loved him a little more, then maybe things between you two would work out. but because of his shitty luck and vexatious attitude, you two just didn’t match.

he also knew there was just someone you were bound to fall in love with in america.

bakugou wasn’t going to lead you on to make a stupid decision. even if that meant destroying himself in the process.

the morning after, your name wasn’t to be found on any of his socials, and his messages to you turned green. if he didn’t know before, then he definitely knew now that he burned anything he had with you.

pt two

[empresskylo]

beneath the mask ✩ chapter 15 ⬅ch.14

���𝐌𝐃𝐍𝐈; 𝟏𝟖+ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓; 𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 ➠SIMON "GHOST" RILEY X AFAB!READER ➠CHAPTER TAGS | nsfw. violence. smut. wc 5.6k ➠AUTHOR'S NOTE | this chapter is very self-indulgent.,.. my bad. it also begins to stray from canon so uhh sorry if that bothers you.

𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ✩ 𝐜𝐨𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ✩ 𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

“my sources tell me all the VIPs in las almas will be there tonight,” alejandro spoke, turning to face you, ghost, soap, and graves. he took in a breath. “some are invited, others are, umm…”

“volun-told…?” graves concluded. 

“yes.”

“what’s the meet about?”

“us.” he looked a bit apprehensive as he spoke. “las almas is burning, and they want to know who lit the fire.”

“sin nombre will be there, yeah?” ghost asked.

alejandro turned and walked towards ghost. “no guarantees. But this is our best shot.”

“then we take it,” graves said as he made his way into the small circle you were all forming. “I’ve got enough shadows here to take over the whole damn country.”

something about graves unsettled you. it was like he spoke with hidden meanings in each of his words, making you feel unease. but you kept quiet and listened. 

“i’d prefer if you didn’t,” alejandro rebutted. 

“i’m just sayin’... one house shouldn’t be a problem.” 

“we need sin nombre alive,” you added. everyone’s eyes shifted to you.

“well…” graves looked off into the distance as he contemplated. “then we need to meet him.”

“how?” soap questioned, his eyes intently watching graves. 

“give ‘em what they want… intel. they wanna know who’s here. let's tell ‘em.”

alejandro scoffed under his breath. “in person–?”

“correcto.” 

you rolled your eyes at graves and soap bumped your shoulder in silent reprimand, but you saw the corners of his lips curving. 

“get one of us inside, find the boss… roll him up.” graves gestured his hands together as he kept alejandro’s haughty gaze.

there was a brief lull before soap spoke up. “i’ll do it.”

“you go in there, and they’ll kill you, hermano.”

“i’ll take my chances. we came here to stop a missile, let’s stop it. i’ll offer intel for a meet with sin nombre. and if he’s there, we pounce.” 

“hell yeah—you’ve got balls, cabrón,” alejandro said with a sly smirk on his face. “you make it in, you’ll need eyes and ears.”

“i’ll go,” you chimed up.

their heads snapped to you. 

“what? no, you—” soap began, but you cut him off. 

“if one of you go and get caught, they’ll shoot. probably will call the whole fucking house to take you down. but if I go and get caught, i can talk my way out of it.”

soap shook his head. “yeah? how do you plan on doin’ that?”

you shifted on the balls of your feet. “i’m a woman. and it’s a bunch of men…”

alejandro let a breath out through his nose. “sure you wanna handle that?” you appreciated that he didn’t ask if you could handle it, but rather, if you were certain you wanted to.

you nodded. 

“there’s other ways we can go about this,” johnny added. 

“and this puts the least amount of people at risk,” you retorted. soap matched your gaze, assessing you.

ghost tensed beside you. “I’ll take overwatch.”

the rest of the conversation turned to a buzz in your ears. you weren’t sure why you offered to go. maybe because you were worried if one of them got caught, as powerful as these men were, they couldn’t take down an entire house full of killers. 

but if you got caught… you just had to play it off like you were hired to be there. not that you wanted to have to do that, but it felt like you’d be putting their lives at risk if you just sat back and let them handle it when you were perfectly capable of doing your part. 

you all departed from the roof and got geared up; ghost found you alone in one of the few rooms of the safehouse—an abandoned building you were temporarily camping in.

“tryna get yourself killed?”

you jumped slightly at his booming voice and glanced over your shoulder at him. you continued to adjust your outfit as you talked. “what was i supposed to do? sit back and let them be the only ones risking their life? what am i here for then if not to help?”

simon made a noise of dissatisfaction. “you’re a medic, not a spy.”

you spun on your heels to face him and some of the air in your lungs got lost when you saw his bare face. you swallowed, you weren’t sure you were ever going to get used to that—to seeing his face and how at ease he felt around you to strip the ghost facade. “i don’t want to just sit around and wait for someone to get hurt.”

“that’s your fuckin’ job,” he said irritated, his words quieter, but his voice deep and commanding.

“i can handle this,” you finally said, your eyes meeting his.

“i didn’t say you couldn’t.”

“then let me do this!”

he took an exasperated breath. “y’don’t need my permission.”

you sighed, your fingers intertwining anxiously. of course you didn’t need his permission, but you still wanted it. you didn’t want him mad at you.

simon could see the apprehension on your features. “keep your comms on the entire time,” he demanded. you nodded. “n’ the second things go wrong—or look like they might go wrong—you tell me, then get the hell outta there.”

“course.” you gave him a weak smile and he took a step into you. his hand found the back of your head and he pulled you close as he hunched over. you squealed. your lips parted and your hands instinctively grabbed his jacket. there were so many thoughts raging behind simon’s eyes, but he didn’t say a word. he contemplated a few, but he remained silent, his eyes dancing between yours, before closing the space between your two bodies and crashing his lips to yours.

the kiss was fast and full of irritation and indolence. he didn’t just feel the pull towards you because you frustrated him, but the sight of you resting on graves’ shoulders wouldn’t leave his thoughts. he knew it was immature, but that didn’t stop the nagging nature of it. he fisted your hair, roughly moving his mouth against yours, his free hand grabbing your hip. 

and as quickly as it started, it ended. you gasped when he pulled away. his hands remained on you for another moment before he turned around and slid his mask back on, leaving you alone in the small confines of the room.

“shadows on station” you heard graves ring in your ear. 

“copy. all set here.” ghost’s voice was a whisper as he spoke. you could tell from how he grunted his words that he was lying prone, looking down the barrel of his sniper. 

“seein’ room to set down on the roof.”

“check. eyes on two, armed at the front door.”

“iaso, how you doin’?” graves asked you.

“i’m already inside,” you said in a hushed tone as you scaled the inside wall. 

“goddamn, how’d you do that?”

“violently,” alejandro whispered.

“you went with her?” graves asked.

“she needed backup.”

alejandro motioned for you to slide down the adjacent hallway, his intention to split up. 

“visual on soap,” ghost muttered in the comms.

it was starting, and you had to figure out where sin nombre was while soap tried to convince his captors he had valuable intel. no big deal.

“they see him?”

“they do now.”

“kids’ got sand.”

“i hope he makes it…”

“he will,” you finished. 

you turned and watched as alejandro disappeared. he had slipped on one of the cartel’s masks, disguising himself as one of them. while he worked with soap, you were to find a way to el sin nombre. 

the house was huge, so many rooms and hallways, and all of them filled with opulent decor and finery. you slid down one of the multitude of hallways and found an empty room lined with wine bottles. you sighed, your heart racing in your chest.

you were about to slip out of the room when you heard voices in spanish.

“shit,” you mumbled to yourself.

“y’okay?” simon immediately chimed in your ear. 

“fine.” you tucked yourself into the corner as two men appeared in the shadows outside the doorway. “trapped in the wine cellar,” you whispered to simon.

he went to respond but went silent when he could hear the voices coming through your side of the comms. 

muffled spanish soon turned into a single english voice as one of the men entered the room. “what’re you doin’ here?” he asked, his voice sending chills down your spine. 

shit, you’ve been in the house all of ten minutes and you were already running into trouble. 

“i was sent to get another bottle,” you said, gesturing to the plethora of alcohol behind the two of you.

“by who?” he asked suspiciously, taking a step closer. you watched his hand grip the gun strapped to his side.

“el sin nombre.” you were taking a risk saying his name. what if he wasn’t even here in the building? you’d surely be outed.

his eyes traced your body and you forced yourself to relax—to act like you were meant to be here. 

“sent me to fetch the wine,” you started, imitating him and stepping closer. you tried to keep your voice low and steady. 

the man quirked a brow, clearly enjoying the way you stalked closer to him. “that so?”

he looked like he was convinced you were a prostitute and you weren’t sure if you were flattered or offended. 

you fluttered your eyelashes and reached out, placing your hand on his chest. you weren’t dressed in a suit like alejandro. you sported tight black pants and a cropped black shirt that showed just enough to be useful in a situation like this without being inconvenient if you had to run.

“i’m a show of appreciation.” your hand glided down his chest and his lips tilted upwards. 

“oh yeah?” his hand found your hip and he pulled you into him making you gasp. 

“iaso,” simon hissed in your ear. 

“n’ how do you plan on showin’ me that?” he asked a bit incredulously.

you steadied your breathing and reached a hand up to brush the side of this man's face. “well…” you paused.

“diego,” he informed you.

“well, diego. i’ll show you however you want me to.” your fingers skimmed his jaw, sliding your hand into the back of his head and into his hair. your voice was surprisingly steady for the way your heart was pounding in your chest.

he pushed you up against one of the wine racks, shaking the platform. “maybe on your knees?” he purred. 

you gulped. you needed to get out of this.

“the bottles. use a fuckin’ wine bottle,” simon growled into your ear, clearly distressed. 

you smiled sweetly at diego, your hands falling down his chest and to his belt. he grinned, watching your motions. one of your hands slid behind your back and gripped a bottleneck tightly in your fingers. 

your other hand worked his belt as a distraction, successfully getting him to drop his guards and take in the sight of you before him. before you could fully unloop his belt buckle, you swung the wine bottle from behind your back and crashed it as hard as you could against the side of his head.

it shattered and the red liquid went everywhere, including all over your clothes. 

diego’s eyes looked stunned for the brief moment they were locked on you before he fell to his knees and flopped to his side. he was knocked out.

“fuck. i can’t believe i did that,” you said in disbelief. a man almost twice your size lay unconscious on the floor before you, and it was all your doing. a little swell of pride swam through you before you steadied yourself and remembered you were here to do a job.

“he’s down,” you told simon. 

simon cursed to himself in relief. “bloody hell,” he mumbled exasperated. 

before you could reply, soap’s voice echoed in your ear. “el sinombre is in the penthouse. third floor.”

“elevator is a straight shot. we just need diego’s keycard.”

you crouched down and searched the unconscious man at your feet, digging through his suit pockets and seeing if he had anything of importance on him. 

“where’s diego?” ghost asked. 

“the offrenda. second floor.”

hearing alejandro’s words made something click inside you. you recalled the men approaching the wine room, muttering something about an ofrenda. when you pulled out a plastic card from the man’s pockets, you examined it and realized it was a keycard. it was diego’s keycard. 

“i got it,” you said quietly into the comms, still a little shocked. 

“got what?” soap asked.

“i have diego’s keycard.”

“no shit, iaso. how’d ya get that?”

“violently,” you muttered. you heard alejandro chuckle in response. 

“you on the second floor then, hermana?”

“yeah.”

“meet us at the north side stairs. Las escaleras estaban vacías antes. no guards. you think you can find it?”

you nodded then realized they couldn't see you. “yes.”

you slid out of the room, walking as quietly as you could, trying to orientate yourself enough to find the north stairs. you turned down the luxurious halls and gawked at the ostentatious decor. with your eyes preoccupied you didn’t see the man come around the hallway corner. 

“hey! what are you doing down here?”

you tried to keep your face from balking. “i… el sin nombre hired me.”

the man quirked a brow and approached you. your chest tightened in nerves. “relax,” you heard simon in your ear. 

you felt like shit. you were distracting simon. he was supposed to be keeping an eye on soap, not listening in to what you were doing. you could practically see him now as he scanned the roof through his rifle, but his ears were focused on you. maybe it was a bad idea to have volunteered to act as eyes on the inside. 

“then why are you down here?” the man asked again. as he got closer, you fully took in his size. he was quite a bit taller than you and you spotted a gun strapped to his hip. 

you decided to stick with your other story. “i was just getting more wine.”

he scoffed. “you’re goin’ the wrong way then.”

you bit your lip. “oh, right. thanks.” you turned to leave and he reached out and grabbed your bicep. 

“why don’t you come with me, cariño.”

you gulped. “remember your training,” simon spoke to you. you could clearly hear the tension in his words. 

before you had a chance to properly panic, the man’s arms were being pulled off of you and you heard him choking. he fell to the floor behind you and in his place stood alejandro. 

“you okay, hermana?”

“yeah…” you said exasperated. “thanks.”

“de nada. you got the keycard?”

you pulled it from your pocket and handed it to him. 

you followed him to the stairs and met up with soap. the three of you made it to the penthouse door. soap nodded at you before crouching at the door and tilting his head to ease drop. 

after several moments of alejandro and soap whispering back and forth, it was finally time.

“graves, sin nombre is posing as a female sicaria. we’re moving in. you set?”

“check.”

“ghost?”

“ready.”

“take her alive.”

alejadro kicked down the door, his gun at the ready, and both him and soap began shooting. you braced yourself against the wall, hiding from their line of sight. gunfire made you wince, hoping the two men were okay. 

“don’t let her escape!” you heard alejandro call. 

you darted into the room and out onto the balcony where you heard their voices. several dead bodies lay in your wake as you entered the warm breeze of outside air. you spotted soap as he fumbled with a woman. he had her in cuffs, saying something to her with a scowl on his face. 

as you got closer, the helicopter blowing your hair back, graves called for you all to board. “lets go.”

you came up to stand beside soap and alejandro. then felt hands on your waist from behind. you jumped and turned to find simon looking down at you. “where did you come from?”

soap and alejandro said something to one another, you had ocmpletely tuned them out, their voices carried by the whooshing of the helicopter blades. 

“soon as I heard word you were in the penthouse, i made my way here.”

with simon in front of you, your heart finally settled. you were able to breathe again. and while previous times you wondered if you were cut out for this sort of thing, this time, you knew you were. you felt good. nervous and overwhelmed, but good.

“worried about me, were you?” you teased.

simon’s eyes narrowed in on you and your smirk instantly fell. he was worried about you . 

and selfishly, he hated that he wasn’t there. you held your own back in the larder, but he hated how helpless he felt. and when that other bastard had his arms on you, it was alejandro who took him out. and while he was just grateful he got to you in time, it bothered him that it wasn’t simon ripping that man’s hands from your body. 

his eyes flared as he assessed you. you traced his line of vision to the red that covered your exposed skin. “just wine.”

his body settled but he still seemed more tense than usual. he gestured his head towards the copter and waited for you to turn and go first. you studied him a moment longer before boarding. 

it was late when the men got back from interrogating valeria. you were still in the safehouse, cleaning up. 

simon was silent as he slid into the small room you were occupying—the same one from earlier—and you jumped when you finally realized he was lingering in the doorway. 

“jesus. when did you get there?”

he reached up a hand and tore his mask away. “y’okay?” he asked you. 

you gave him a weak smile and nodded. simon appraised you and you watched as he narrowed in on your neck before striding over to you. he gripped the back of your head and tilted it so he could see your exposed skin. you had red marks on your neck from earlier when the man had stopped you. it didn’t hurt but you knew that wouldn’t matter to him.

simon’s gaze left your neck and switched to your eyes. “i’m okay,” you told him. 

before he could say more, soap called down the hall to the two of you. “goin’ out for drinks! lets fuckin’ go!”

he didn’t give either of you much of a choice. there was still so much you all had to get done, but after a day like today, a drink couldn’t hurt. 

simon dropped his hand and followed behind you as you left the room. he must have slid his mask on in that time because when he strolled into the room, his hand in his jacket pockets, his face was covered again. 

“goin’ like that, lt.?” soap teased. 

“s’wrong with this?” he asked incredulously, though you suspected he knew his outfit was a bit… intimidating. 

when you all finally got to the bar—after simon stripped his vest and other unnecessary gear, as well as forfeiting his hard-shell mask for his simple balaclava—the atmosphere was more welcoming than you thought it would be. 

spanish music played on the speakers and the warm air rushed in through the open windows, hugging your body in a pleasant embrace. 

alejandro went to the bar and ordered a round of drinks for everyone. 

it didn’t take long for you to feel tipsy, laughing animatedly at something graves said while you clutched a beer. the lot of you seemed to be having fun for once. the laughter felt so natural on soap, it made your heart grow slightly. you were just happy everyone was okay and you made it out of there alive today. 

ghost stood across on the other side of the table, his eyes tracing you the entire night. he watched as johnny swung an arm around you and mumbled drunken nonsense in your ear. he watched as you laughed loudly in response. he watched as graves joined in and sent a crude remark your way that made your cheeks flush ever so slightly—and simon knew it wasn’t from the alcohol. he watched as the men seemed to soak up your presence. you fit right in. he should be glad. 

fucking hell, he hated this. this is why he couldn’t do relationships. he was no good at them. he didn’t know how to navigate them. he knew he had no right to be jealous just because you were having fun. but he’d be lying if he said watching you with other men didn’t send an angry pang through his chest. 

his eyes narrowed, his jaw tensing under his mask, as he watched graves rest a hand on your shoulder. there was nothing simon could do; the two of you were not publicly a couple. he had to sit in irate silence as you seemed oblivious to graves’ advances. ever since his comments back in the humvee, he knew graves had his eyes on you. and he didn’t like it. he almost considered telling him to back off, but he would have been out of line. 

in this moment, three beers in, he was starting to put caution to the wind. some carnal and primal force inside him was escaping and telling him to claim you. to mark you as his in front of everyone. 

his hands twitched on the glass beer bottle. soap slapped simon on the back and said something to him but he didn’t hear it at all—it was white noise to him. 

graves’ fingers slid under your chin and tilted your head to look up at him. your eyes widened in shock, a bit unsure of what to do. and that was simon’s final straw. he left his beer on the table, sick of having to lift his mask to drink it anyway, and took several long strides to you. you jumped when you felt his hand on your lower back. 

graves looked up at simon and seemed irritated that he was ruining this moment for him. simon couldn’t believe it, graves was pissed at him for being a cockblock. and that pissed him off even further. he pried graves’ hand away from you, uncaring of what he might think. he had to control himself to not crush it in his palm.

he’d blame it on the booze, but simon was a big guy, in reality, three beers were barely giving him a buzz. 

“the hell?” graves cursed.

you mouthed simon’s name and he grabbed your hand, pulling you through the crowd and outside of the bar. you stumbled after him, trying to catch up as he had you in tow. 

“stop!” you finally called, stumbling over the cobblestone street. 

he halted and turned to face you, dropping your hand. you caught your breath before speaking. “what’s gotten into—”

before you could even finish your sentence, simon had pushed you into a small alleyway beside the bar, his body pinning you to the brick wall. his mask was hiked up and his lips were on yours before you had time to think. you gasped but your body quickly reciprocated. his hands held your hips tightly before one slid up your side and onto the back of your neck. he pushed against you and your head got a bit dizzy. he was desperate in the way he was pawing at you.

“you’re mine,” he muttered between kisses. 

heat coursed through you at his words, his voice low and gravely as he spoke. you could feel the anger radiating off of him. he was jealous . 

you wanted to tell him he had nothing to be jealous of, you didn’t even like graves, let alone in a romantic way. but when he pulled away, you didn’t have time to speak when he interlaced your fingers and dragged you all the way back to the safehouse—which was conveniently only a few blocks from the las almas bar. 

simon pulled you into the small safehouse and slammed you up against the door the second it closed, his lips attacking yours, his mask dropping to the floor. he kissed down your jaw and onto your neck. you struggled to hold on to him, your words getting caught in your throat. 

“si-simon, what are—” you groaned when he nipped at your skin. all rationale abandoned you. the fire from simon’s hands along your curves made you forget why you were trying to stop him. why would you want this to end?

if anything, you wanted more. 

his hands crept down your back and over the curve of your ass, dragging you against him. he stumbled with you, his lips never leaving your body, barely able to drag you into one of the small rooms before stripping you. he tugged at the hem of your shirt, wanting to pry it from your chest. 

you stood back slightly so he had enough room to strip you of it. “what—what if someone comes back?” you said breathlessly. 

his hand maneuvered into your hair, backing you up against the small cot in the room. you fell back and he crawled on top of you, parting your legs to give him space. “doesn’t matter,” he grumbled. 

he hooked the waistband of your pants and began to yank them down. he was impatient. desperate. 

he removed his sweatshirt before blindly tangling his fingers with his belt, trying to shove his pants down. your eyes rounded in the dark, taking in the sight of him. he was raw; showing you just how much he could feel. he needed you. wanted you. wanted you all to himself. 

he was back between your legs his fingers sliding into your underwear, feeling just how wet you had already become. he gave you a sly grin. “what if they hear?” you asked in a last attempt at your sanity. 

simon clicked his tongue. “let ‘em.”

you swallowed hard when he slid a finger inside you. let them listen?! you’d never be able to face them again out of sheer embarrassment. and what happened to him agreeing to keep this thing between you two private for the time being?

his eyes darkened, running a hand up your side and groping your breast over your bra. “want ‘em to know you’re mine.”

you sucked in a breath of air, your heart thumping loudly in your chest. he pulled your bra down enough to expose your breast and gave it another squeeze before removing both his hands from you. you pouted at the loss. he gripped your thighs and hiked them up slightly so he could wedge himself more properly between your legs. he pushed your underwear to the side and lined his cock up with your entrance. 

you were a bit taken aback at how fast he was doing everything. this was only going to be the second time you had sex with him. your hands held his biceps as he nudged his way into you, wasting no time. he groaned and you held your breath. “fuck,” he mouthed, both of you looking down to where your bodies connected.

he guided himself in painfully slow, the feeling so overwhelming you couldn’t help but whimper. 

your noises seemed to spur him on more because he jolted his hips a bit. he pulled back and then edged in. he kept doing that until he was able to fill you to the hilt. then he began a steady rhythm. “god, you’re so fuckin’ tight, love.”

your hands fought between running through his short hair and scratching along his back. he picked up speed and your eyes fluttered shut. “oh my god,” you said softly. 

simon shifted your legs so your knees were being pushed back towards the bed, your thighs up against him. you squealed at the position change. he was able to hit you far deeper like this. his fingers snaked to your chin and shook you ever so gently. “look at me,” he demanded. his hand slid to rest around your neck, his thumb stroking your jaw.

your eyes opened and were met with his, his nose almost touching yours. "you're mine. all fuckin' mine," he managed to get out through strained breaths. “you’re fuckin' my girl, ” he grunted, "you're my fuckin' girl." your lips parted and he met your hips with his own in a hard thrust. “my fuckin’ girl,” he said a bit more aggressively and feral. you nodded, unable to form coherent words. his eyes narrowed in on you. “you’re— thrust —my— thrust —fuckin’— thrust —girl.”

you couldn’t tell if he was repeating it because he wanted you to acknowledge it, to tell him you were in fact his. or because he was trying to convince himself.

“yes,” you mewled. “m’yours.”

“my fuckin’ girl,” he growled as he continued his hard thrusts. he didn’t like the men talking to you like you were single. available. like he wasn’t sitting right there. you were his whether they knew it or not. and a sick part of him hoped the men came back—at least graves—and were forced to hear the way you cried for him. he wanted them to know how good he was fucking you. he wanted them to know you were his. and his alone. 

he pulled out of you and flipped you onto your stomach before you had time to protest. he pulled your hips up so your back arched and he slid back into you. your hands fisted the sheets of the simple bed, hoping you two wouldn’t break it. that would be difficult to explain to the others. though, you had a feeling simon would actually like that to happen. 

his fingers dug into the fat along your waist and hips and you groaned every time he pulled you back into him. 

you were embarrassed at how close you already were. you shouldn’t be so turned on from simon being so possessive. shouldn’t that be a red flag? but you didn’t care. all you knew was the way he was fucking you right now felt better than any other man had ever felt against you. and the way his deep voice uttered those words “my girl ,” had you swooning. you could listen to him call you that all day. you wanted him to claim you. you wanted him to know you were his. 

he felt you clench around him and he moaned. “close, princess?” he asked you, his accent heavier than usual. 

you nodded against the mattress and he chuckled. but his laugh quickly turned to a long groan and a few curses as you tightened against him. you were so fucking tight. and he was so fucking close. 

“my girl wanna come?” he all but growled.

“y-yes!”

the sight of you was everything to him. seeing you pushed into the bed before him, your knuckles whitening from how tightly you were gripping the bedsheets, your back arched, your body safe. you were safe. he couldn’t protect you today, but you. were. safe . 

so many feelings had brewed in his chest these past few days. this new and strong connection he felt with you. jealousy from even the smallest glance another man gave you. fear for your safety as you acted recklessly. anger that he wasn’t always the one there saving you. 

you were going to be the absolute death of him.

“this cunt is all fuckin' mine. you hear me, pet? all. mine.”

you cried his name and that was enough to send him tipping over the edge. “shit,” he cursed. 

you spasmed around him, your legs shaking, your hips pushing back to meet each of his thrusts. 

simon released inside you, following your orgasm closely. “take it. take it all,” he said through strained lips. he continued to pump himself into you, his thrusts becoming more languid. 

he finally slowed, both of you catching your breath and steadying your heart. he stilled inside you for a few brief moments, white liquid escaping around his cock, as he took in the sight before pulling out and collapsing on top of you, yanking you into his arms. 

you rolled over so you could face him and his hand locked behind your lower back. he kept your gaze and you drew a hand up to softly trace the side of his scarred face. his eyes fluttered from your delicate touch. he forgot how gentle touch could be. not everything had to be rough and violent, as much as he enjoyed that. feeling your tiny fingers ghosting his skin felt better than any relief he got from killing men. far more.

“you don’t have to be jealous, you know.”

“m’not jealous,” he said, tucking your head under his chin so you couldn’t see his face. 

“right,” you mumbled. 

you laid with him wrapped around you for several minutes before you broke the silence. “we should get up before they come back.”

“mmm. why?” his words rumbled in his chest, his voice hoarse, clearly exhausted. 

“you know why,” you said in faux annoyance. 

“they’ll all be sloshed. gonna stumble in ‘n’ collapse wherever they can. no one will b’lookin’ for us.”

you were plastered to his side. if you tried to move at all, you’d fall off the cot that was clearly made for one person. 

sensing you might protest, simon began stroking your hair, his other hand rubbing circles on your bare back. you sighed, feeling safe and loved. you didn’t want to get up as he touched you so gently and lovingly. so you snuggled up closer to him and his grip tightened. 

“mine,” he muttered quietly before kissing the top of your head.

OKAY THE WHOLE "MY GIRL" SCENE CAME FROM A NSFW BADJHUR AUDIO LMAOOO. he says "my girl" in such a feral and simon-esque way that it literally sparked the whole idea for this chapter. this is it if you wanna hear it... it's very nsfw just fyi (24:05 is the timestamp where he says it 😇)

[totaly-obsessed]

Mini-Moo!

Leah Willamson x reader fic

-> Reader tends to bring home new animals when Leah is gone - what will it be this time?

➳ Masterlist

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Leah and Laura had joined their fellow arsenal teammates in Herzogenaurach, even though they were still in rehab for their torn ACL’s – it was good for team building if everyone was there. 

The blondes favorite part of this particular camp were the meals. Seeing as she couldn’t train with them on the pitch, it was bittersweet to be there, having to watch them, so being together outside of training was the nicest part. 

“You reckon your Zoo will have a new addition?” 

They were having lunch outside as it was a beautiful sunny day. It was Katie who started teasing Leah about her living situation – who else? 

Leah lived in a nice house with a big fenced in garden, together with you. And three cats and two dogs and supposedly wild birds that lived in the birdhouses you had set up but you kept feeding them so they came back and brought squirrels. There were also two tiny lambs in a heated little barn that you had picked up, who needed to be bottle fed. 

“Baby we can’t have lambs!” 

“But Lee he was going to abandon them!” 

But upon seeing your quivering lips, swollen and teary eyes and a soft white lamb in your arms, she gave up. 

How could she say no to that? So she didn’t. Little Mimi and Momo now were gradually moving on to solid foods, instead of being bottle fed. 

It seemed, that every time that Leah left your shared home she came back to more animals. 

“Honestly? Who knows?” The other girls thought it was quite comical, thinking about tall, stoic Leah who came home to her girlfriend and a whole Zoo of animals to cuddle – and she did. 

She gave of the biggest dad energy, not wanting any of the animals you had gotten, but it was Leah who would always take their sides, cuddle them to sleep and feed them treats even though you had already given them some. 

“But I’m gonna put my foot down this time. It’s enough animals at home.” The whole table started laughing, knowing damn well that Leah would never be able to say no to you or soft little animals. 

It was only a couple of days later when the older woman returned home. 

“Baby – I’m home!” As expected there were many excited feet coming her way – none of them human. 

It took her a while to properly greet the cats and dogs, who were longing for scratches only Leah could give. Every time you tried to scratch them how they liked it, you ended up being scared of hurting them, so you decided that you would be the one to give the best pets. 

“Baby? Where are you lovie?” The only thing Leah could hear was her own heartbeat – desperate to find you. While you only had not seen each other for a couple of days, the defender tended to be quite clingy, so she wanted to see you as soon as possible again. 

Upon walking outside, a hoard of animals following her - she saw Mimi and Momo grazing outside. 

“Baby?” And there you were, running out of the little barn. 

“Lee! You’re back!” Careful not to put too much pressure on her healing knee, Leah picked you up in a hug swinging you around a little. 

“I missed you, baby.” You wanted to reply to her, teasing how it only were a couple of days but instead of hearing your voice, she heard a little ‘Moo’ coming from the barn. 

“Do you wanna drink something Lee?” But the blonde didn’t even listen to you, pushing you aside gently. “Come on baby, you’ve had such a long day, lets get to bed yeah?” 

You again jump in her way, trying to redirect her inside again. “Let me see baby.” Now you started to panic, the moos getting louder – with all your might you tried pushing the defender back by her shoulders. 

The older blonde started to get frustrated and went in for a hug. “Awwwhhh, are you cuddly babe?”, you thought she gave up and wanted your worldfamous hugs, so when she pressed your body closer to hers, picking you up, you were surprised. “Ayieeee! Leah! Put me down!” 

With just a couple of steps the two of you stood in the barn, Leah setting you down on your feet again. 

‘Moo!’ 

And there it stood. A fluffy calf, or baby cow as you liked to call them. 

“What is that?” Deep brown button eyes stared her straight into her soul. 

‘Mooo’ 

“That’s Button…” 

“That’s a fucking cow - baby.” She did not look impressed or amused for that matter. 

“No it’s a baby cow, and her name is Button.” 

As always it took a little convincing, but only a few, well spent hours later, the two of you were lying in bed, cuddling. 

“Button is pretty cute – she can stay.” 

And with that your very own Zoo had grown, and Leah had a new baby to fuss about.

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Leahwilliamsonn: Meet Button! Our newest addition to the Williamson Zoo!

katie_mccabe11: What happened to "putting your foot down"?

-> leahwilliamsonn: I don't want to hear it

lottewubbenmoy: Hi Button!

stephcatley: Why is she so cute?

[chasing-faith-and-fate]

An explanation of The Rift

I’m making this to give answers to things that our characters will never find answers or explanation to within the story, but things that are helpful to know (and I also just really wanna share my world building whoops)

This will not be everything, but just things I know will never be naturally revealed.

There might be spoilers to things not yet revealed or resolved in the story, so read only if you’re okay with potential spoilers!

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The Rift itself:

The Rift is a mirror of the Takers world.

If you look at the map you see Chasingclan is one big circle.

Easiest way to explain it: It's one big fae circle.

The sun is cold because it's actually the moon from the Takers world, which is a world of permanent night.

As a result of being mirrored of the Takers world, The Rift is unusual, it grows plant life that's not normally or naturally occurring in those parts of the world. The climate is unusual too, with very little snow in the winter and rainstorms persist for moons with maybe a few days or weeks breaks, followed by droughts.

Pray is sometimes scarce because they too follow the laws of Generations like the cats do.

The rift, as in the chasm that surrounds the territory, is incredibly deep, littered with cliffs and caves. It's also wherein Takers were thrown into, once discovered (or cats that deserve the dark forest, cats who don't get the honour of a burial).

It is impossible to climb out of. But easy to jump as long as you're anything but a G1.

Generations:

“Generations”- meaning the amount of cats that have been born on Chasingclan land. Also shortened to G[number].

For each generation, as Chasingsky’s prophecy said, they get harder and harder for Takers to find.

See Soot and Silk, they're G6, descendants from the first group that formed the clan. Takers have a very hard time finding them. Takers have to be very, very close to even see them- This is why they've been alive so long while being able to go on solo patrols.

Then there's Dew, G7, Takers cannot see him. They can still sense him, but they can't actually see him.

Now, Moth, Crane, and Valley should be G7 too. But they aren't. They're G1.

“Generation” only counts if a cat is born within the Rift.

Everyone from the outside world, not Rift born, are G1.

Outsiders can come and go, as long as they don't stay in Chasing territory for more than 24 hours, if they do, they are stuck and are considered G1. They will never be able to leave alive. They're also fully visible to Takers, they're practically beacons actually.

This is why Quiver and Storm are stuck, and why Glowfern died trying to escape. They are/were all G1.

Gifts:

“Gifts” are mutations that can show up in G1 cats, and they're completely random.

Gifts are given by the cursed lands of the Rift as an evolutionary advantage, if they can survive and pass it onto the next generation the gift can grow stronger or become a permanent fixture in any given bloodline.

Take Silk, she can sense dead cats and has a very easy time receiving messages or visits from them while awake, though she cannot see them. This gift popped up with her ancestor, Fumble, a G1 loner- so the gift itself is only 4 generations old.

(Soot has not inherited this gift.)

Dewbat has the ability to see the dead, both starclan and not. A G1 gift he inherited from July.

Then there's the current G1 cats:

Valley is abnormally strong, but because of her size and just cats in general. Her strength puts her on the same level as a Rottweiler.

Crane has a very intense G1 gift, she lives in the living's world while only being able to see the mirrored world of the Takers. She doesn't know what reality actually looks like.

If a cat, like the triplets, is brought into the clan as G1 they cannot inherit any gifts from their parents.

It actually became a very weird tradition for some families in Chasingclan to give birth outside the Rift and bring the kits back over, making them G1s and hoping they develop a powerful gift. This practice was harshly outlawed after it was found out that G1s were not hidden from Takers.

Skychaser herself punished and banished a few cats that did not follow the rules.

[sweetspidergirl]

A Tangled Web (Spider HRT Story)

Chapter 2:

My car pulled up to an empty parking space in front of the local recreation center. The grey, nondescript building was something I really only glimpsed at when passing by during my commute to work, back before I started working from home and started living like a recluse. Maybe if I had gotten myself a membership there I wouldn't have spent most of my adult life wallowing in my own regret and self-hatred, and wouldn't have needed to change my species.

Therian Support Group, Every other Monday at 6 PM! Snacks and drinks provided! Temp. is 72°F/22°C! Those questioning are also welcome!

The flyer sitting beside me in the passenger seat read the same information it had when I first received it last year, complete with the same image of a black dragon therian giving a thumbs up in approval. I had been putting off going to the support group for a good two weeks since my appointment with Dr. Erian. Part of it was because of the holiday season and assuming no one would be there during that time, but the bigger reason behind my reluctance was the fear of what everyone there would think of me. I had no knowledge on therian culture apart from the occasional news article and gossip Elisa told me from her clients. At best, I would come off as a clueless moron. At worst, a bigot.

With the turn of the new year, I decided to swallow my fears and actually work on improving myself. I could've easily just taken the pills and continued my antisocial life. However, I would still be in the same position I was prior to my change, just in a new body. I was going to prove to the doctor that I truly deserve to be a spider, and that started by becoming part of the therian community.

I had only just gotten my first dosage three days earlier. For how much spider HRT was supposed to change my body, it was a bit surprising that all I got was a month's supply of circular white pills in a standard translucent orange bottle, with the only instructions given to take one pill a day. Not helping matters was the lack of any substantial changes to my body. Sure, I was on HRT for less than a week, but I figured there would be something. Enough to at least start feeling like I was becoming a spider.

After enough procrastinating, I stepped out of the car and entered the lobby of the rec center. Almost immediately upon entering, I noticed sheets of paper taped to what felt like any surface they could be taped to, with giant red arrows pointing to what I assumed was the gymnasium. Already, I debated turning around and heading home. Maybe I should just come back when I've done more research on therians, or at least when I look more like a spider and less like a human. My car's right there, after all. I just have to go back the way I came and-

“You here for the meeting too?”

I nearly jumped out of my skin at those words. I turned around frantically, getting a good look at the person behind me. She looked to be around my age, maybe a bit younger. She too had brown hair and blue eyes, though the former was done up in one long ponytail instead of carelessly cascading past the shoulders. The red, long-sleeved shirt and black pants looked a lot like the casual garb I would throw on for social situations, like what I was wearing right now. If it weren't for the more laid-back, confident aura she exuded, I would've assumed I was looking in the mirror.

“Hey, you okay? I'm not that scary, honest.” The woman spoke again, confused and possibly a little concerned at my behavior. I tried my best to reset my mind, focusing on her words.

“Oh, uh, yeah, sorry about that. This is my first time here and I didn't wanna get lost.” I answered finally.

“Yeah… I imagine it's really easy to get lost with all those arrow signs. Name's Echo, by the way.” Echo responded. She may dress similarly to me, but our personalities couldn't have been farther apart. “Anyway, the meeting's about to start soon. We should go inside.”

With that, Echo ushered me through the double doors into the gymnasium. Any chance of turning back was gone now. Swallowing the newly-formed lump of anxiety in my throat, I made my way towards the ring of plastic folding chairs set up in the middle of the empty basketball court, sitting next to the only person there that I was vaguely familiar with. Nearby was a cooler filled with ice and various beverages and a small folding table with small bags of chips and other snacks set up on it. As I sat down, I noticed that there were a few different therians already seated and talking with each other. They looked much further along in their transition than I was, more clearly resembling a rabbit, cat, and mouse respectively. I should have introduced myself to them, but my stupid anxiety got the better of me once again. I just quietly accepted the bottle of water Echo offered me and waited to be done so I could return to the safe familiarity of my apartment.

“Alright. It looks like everyone's here.” A different therian spoke up as approached us. She was a dog therian with brown eyes and primarily brown and white fur. Fluffy brown hair topped her head, almost blending in with the fur. I assumed she was a Border Collie. She had on a nice blue dress that added an air of professionalism that wasn't too overwhelming.

“Welcome to the therian support group. My name’s Domino. I've been on dog HRT for three years at this point. I hope you all had a good holiday season.” The dog therian, Domino, said as she took a seat at one of the empty chairs. “I see we've got a few new faces here, so I think it'll be a good idea for everyone to introduce themselves to the group so we can get to know each other. Oh, Echo, would you mind starting us off to maybe make things less tense for the newcomers?”

“You make it sound like we're in rehab, but alright.” Echo replied before standing up. “You all probably already know this, but I'm Echo. I helped Domino set up this group, and I've been on dragon HRT for… probably a week at this point?”

“Oh, congratulations Echo! I was wondering when you were going to get started.” Domino exclaimed happily. She and the rest of us clapped as Echo took her seat once again. In hindsight, I should've expected Echo to be on humanity removal therapy too, but I assumed she was just an ally. She didn't show any signs of being on HRT that I could notice. No scales or horns or sharp claws or anything. Maybe she was hiding them under her clothes, but I wasn't going to investigate.

The rest of the group introduced themselves one after the other, talking about how long they were on their respective HRTs and answering some questions that were brought up. I stayed quiet and listened on as I drank from my bottle of water. Given how small of a group we were, it didn't take long until I was the only one who hadn't introduced themself to the group. All eyes were officially on me.

“Do I, um… do I have to?” I asked quietly.

“I mean, I suppose no one's forcing you.” Domino answered. “If you don't feel comfortable then I suppose you don't have-”

“Come on… you can't have seriously gone all this way to just sit here and listen.” Echo interrupted. “If you were strong enough to come here, surely you could manage a couple words. We're all therians here, after all.”

I looked at all the expectant faces around me, waiting in anticipation for my response. I could hear the pounding of my heart through the quiet stillness of the gymnasium. No matter how much I wanted to, I couldn't leave, nor could I curl up in fear and hope everyone would leave me alone. With a few deep breaths, I began to speak.

“My name is Taylor Thompson. I have been on Spider HRT for a few days, and… I'm not sure what else I can say here. I'm not really too familiar with therians, and, yeah…”

It took what felt like forever before anyone spoke up. In my mind, I felt like I had somehow screwed up, that I had made a fool of myself. I was about ready to grab my belongings and head home before Domino spoke up.

“Well, we're happy to have you in our little community.” Domino said with a supportive smile. “And we'll be happy to answer any questions you might have about therians.”

Echo nodded in agreement. “Yeah, and if anyone gives you a hard time, just let me know and I'll give them at least one black eye.”

“Let's maybe not go that far, Echo.” Domino responded.

I started to tear up at the positive affirmation given by Domino, Echo, and the other therians in attendance. Their kind words of approval were what I needed after weeks of uncertainty regarding transitioning. I didn't really speak much more over the course of the meeting, but I was feeling more comfortable there. I even managed to ask for Domino and Echo's phone numbers at the end of the meeting so I could keep in touch with them, something I never imagined doing prior to coming out of my shell. Maybe Dr. Erian had a point about going out and making friends.

Once I got home to my apartment, I flopped backwards onto my messy bed and pulled out my phone. I saw several messages from Elisa, asking me how the meeting went. With a smile, I started texting back, telling her all about my wonderful experience.

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[11vr1]

Now hear me out here… Miles Earth 42 x F!Reader dancing Bachata🤭 Orrr something like they are at a party and a family friend decides to dance a rather romantic song with us so Miles gets jealous. So many different scenarios with Bachata and dancing I wouldn’t mind fluff either where like they dance in the living room or smth I just love Bachata and romantic dancing ♥️😊

-J

Eres Mía ⭒ Miles Morales

Synopsis › Miles gets jealous and a nearly gets into a fight, so he makes it up to you by teaching you bachata.

Pairing › Earth-42! Miles Morales x Fem!Reader

Inspo › Request.

Includes › ATSV SPOILERS, tooth rotting fluff, swearing, bad Spanish, jealousy, pet names, a tiny bit suggestive

P.S. › Thank you for this ask! I had so much fun. A nice change from the angst. <33

P.S.S. › I am now making a taglist!!! Lemme know if you wanna be on it. I also think I want to find mutuals and get more involved in the community…

When Miles asked Y/n to be his plus one, she almost couldn’t believe it. His delivery was cool and casual as if he didn’t invite her to a party with all of his family and closest family friends in attendance. They had become official a little over a month ago (though Miles swears it’s been longer), so the first family gathering was a big deal, a huge milestone most couples put off until much later. When she tried to explain to her boyfriend the significance of this event, he didn’t understand. “Don’t start stressin’. It’s jus’ my abuela’s birthday party,” she remembered him saying.

Abuela?

Abuela!

If his grandmother was anything like Rio Morales, Y/n would be walking into a lion’s den. Miles did nothing to placate her worries, making her do the exact thing he told her not to do: worry.

The weekend had arrived and so did the much anticipated birthday party. Y/n spent a considerable amount of time getting ready, choosing a tie front top with a cami underneath and satin skirt to combat the sweltering city heat. She double checked every angle in the mirror before leaving her apartment.

The corners of the gift envelope addressed in her elegant script were slightly bent from being clutched in her nervous hands all the way to Harlem. It was easy to find the building. Y/n simply followed the booming sound of music and laughter to the rooftop. The party was already in full swing. Half of New York showed up to celebrate Gloria Morales’ 70th birthday.

Y/n moved through the packed party-goers to the gift table, not seeing a single familiar face amongst them. She felt out of place. Does she introduce herself? Wait? Look for Miles? Certainly he wouldn’t leave her to brave his family alone. A tinge of panic settled in her stomach as she looked again.

“You lost, babygirl?” Y/n nearly jumped out of her skin hearing a strange voice beside her. The boy was taller than her and around her age or a little older. His feather duster of a mustache curved with his smirk as his leering eyes roved her head to toe slowly. Painfully slow.

She prickled, immediately raising her guard. “No, I’m just waiting for someone.” He glanced around, seeing everyone engrossed in their own conversations.

“I ain’ never seen you round here before. What’s your name?” Y/n hesitated to answer, but gave him a curt reply. “Thas cute. Real cute.” This was a party after all, the point was to mingle. And she didn’t want to seem rude. She had no idea who this guy was. He might’ve been a cousin, a family friend, someone who could easily say the wrong thing to the right person about her. “You know how to dance?” The night was starting to look very long.

Where was Miles?

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Miles was very late. On his way, but late. His mother has surely noticed his absence by now. Abuela was definitely asking about him. And Y/n…she was probably already there. He cursed himself underneath his mask. That last job was pushing it. There was no time to go home, change, and take the subway like he originally planned. Luckily, he knew a shortcut through the skyscrapers and shadows of New York.

The window of his abuela’s apartment squeaked as it slid open. Miles rushed to shed his Prowler persona in the guest bedroom and stuff the suit in his bag. In a second, he appeared to be a normal teenage boy despite the forming bruises. He prepared himself to face the wrath of his mother, grandmother, and girlfriend. What he was not prepared for was seeing Y/n about to be pulled to the dance floor by another guy. They were close. Too close for his liking.

Something burned inside Miles, one he was reluctant to identify—jealousy. Dare he say doubt? He was new to the boyfriend thing. Sometimes he said the wrong thing, silent at the wrong times. But he tried. Was Y/n already fed up? There was no denying she was gorgeous. She could pull any guy she wanted.

He stalked closer, effortlessly weaving through the crowd. “Oh, come on! I’m not asking you to marry me. Just one song.” The guy tugged at her again. Miles recognized him. Eric and his family were friends, though Miles only endured his presence when they were forced to be in the same place. They’d never gotten along, finding each other to be a nuisance and a relationship beyond neutrality unnecessary. But that little understanding might just end right here, this was not about to fly on his watch.

“I told you I don’t want to dance,” Y/n separated herself out of his grip. The sheer expression of disgust on her amused Miles. She found him as annoying as he did.

Eric made the mistake of reaching towards her again. He had the chance to back off and it sounded like he had been warned more than once. This was not about to fly. Miles decided it was time to interfere. He swiftly placed himself at Y/n’s side, his footsteps soundless, a skill learned from his…side hobby. “La escuchaste, cabrón. Retrocede.” Venom laced his tone, an unspoken threat at the tip of his tongue. The air turned to ice around the three of them. You heard her, cabrón. Back off.

The confidence drained from Eric’s face. He knew good and well Miles was not to be messed with. There were rumors about him and his penchant for beating anyone who pissed him off into the ground. “Ella es tu chica, Morales?” He stepped up to him in a vain attempt to mask how intimidated he really was. Miles moved Y/n behind him. She watched the standoff silently, keeping a hand on Miles’ bicep in case it went south. She’s your girl, Morales?

Miles tilted his head, sneering down at the posturing fool. “Sí, ella es mía. Ahora déjala.” Yeah, she’s mine. Now leave her alone.

“No estaba tratando de hacer nada,” Eric scoffed. He turned his attention back to the pretty girl hidden behind Miles. “If you get tired of this asshole, come find me.” I wasn’t trying to do nothing.

Miles lunged, thankfully, with some supernatural girlfriend sense, Y/n was quicker and held him back. Eric flinched, his fear visible for that split second. Heads turned. “You need to calm down, Miles.” Her hand made its way into his, gently pulling him away. He backed away, never breaking his cold glare from Eric.

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Together they left the party. Miles muttered curses in Spanish Y/n couldn’t catch as he stomped down the stairs. “Miles! Miles, baby, slow down!” She called his name again. “You not ‘bout to make me run after you in these shoes!” He stopped. His jaw was tight, eyebrows set low on his face, hands burrowed in his pockets to hide his balled up fists. Damn. Even seething he was gorgeous. “We talked about this. You gotta talk to me.”

He was silent for a few moments, he merely stared down at Y/n as she wrapped her arms around his middle. His heart pounded in his chest. (It was because of her. Miles refused to admit those lustrous eyes and her touch still had such an effect on him) “Ian like seein’ you wit him. Shit pissed me off. For a minute I thought…” She fixed his collar, avoiding his gaze to keep herself from smiling. “Nothin’.” Miles was jealous and willing to protect her by any means necessary.

Y/n heard the words left unspoken. Miles was a fortress locked up tight to keep the outside world out. But behind his many walls he was a boy with feelings and insecurities. “Miles, I’d never do that. I like you too much.”

“Yeah, I know, ma. Sorry for gettin’ all upset.”

“‘S fine. That’s not what I’m mad about.” She eyed the fresh bruises coloring his cheek and temple. “Where were you?” At this point, she was more concerned than angry. Miles wasn’t inclined to long conversations, but he was decent enough to send her a text. Although dry and vague it was something. Y/n would take what she could get.

Miles stiffened in her embrace. “I had to take care of some stuff. Don’t worry ‘bout it. Lemme make it up to you.”

“You owe me a dance.” Prying it out of him would get her nowhere. She decided to let it go. Just this once.

“A dance?” he asked. She grinned, happy to catch him off guard for once.

Y/n nodded. “Mrs. Morales told me you’re a wonderful dancer. Don’t be holdin’ out on me.”

His sigh was long and deep, directed towards the ceiling of the narrow hallway. Miles was in no place to refuse. He took her hand and started walking. “Alright, but we not goin’ to the roof.”

He led her to his grandma’s apartment. It was sizable and definitely decorated by an elderly woman. Y/n admired the photos sitting on the mantle. There was Rio and Jefferson Davis, dressed in white for their wedding day. She paused on a picture of an infant covered in paint, smiling from ear to ear with two teeth. She awed at Miles. He was so cute, so carefree without the shadows of the world dragging behind him.

“Ven aquí, mami.” He stood in the middle of the living room, hands outstretched, a song playing behind him from his phone. She peeked at the song as they joined hands. Come here, mami.

“Eres Mía” by Romeo Santos.

The song was unfamiliar to her. “What? You thought you was gonna to twerk and grind on me?” His low chuckle sent shivers through her. She didn’t answer. “Nah. We gon dance for real. Bachata.”

“Wait, Miles. I don’t how to—”

“Imma teach you. Two steps to the music. Thas all it is,” he showed her. Y/n mimicked him, each step hesitant and unsure, but Miles was encouraging and a surprisingly good teacher. “See? Easy.”

He raised his arms to spin her around and brought her closer. Y/n faltered. “Aye, come on, mami. I know you can move your hips better than that.” He repositioned, hands at her back and waist, his thigh between her legs, ruffling her skirt. Miles guided her across the floor, his fingers wandering to the trim of her cami, drawing a distracting trail of heat on her bare skin. Her own hands found their way to his nape, brushing his twin braids as they swayed to the beat. Soon she found her rhythm.

“There you go,” he praised, rolling his hips into hers. She followed. Her body trusted him. She trusted him wholeheartedly and fell into his lead.

They rocked together in silence, the song having long since ended. Miles nestled in the crook of her neck to breathe in the sweet scent of her perfume. “Thank you for helping me. I should have said so earlier,” Y/n said from above him.

“It’s my job, princesa.” Miles left the softness of her neck. “Eres mía.” You are mine. Y/n blinked while he returned to her warmth. She hoped he didn’t feel the way her temperature rose.

In three short months he made a place for himself in her life. He was the most unexpected surprise. She had a list of the ideal boyfriend and Miles Morales didn’t check off a single one. Yet everything never felt more perfect than in his arms, dancing to the distant sirens and traffic.

His phone buzzed from the end table. “Is that your mom?” He shrugged in response. “We should go.” Y/n suggested, but Miles’ grip only tightened.

“One more minute. They can wait.”

[tmwillson3]

The Gifts of the Valar Exchange

I participated in the Gifts of the Valar Exchange, and I wrote a story for @the1northlanderprincess . If you're interested, here's the story information:

Title: Stronger Together

Rating: G

Summary: 5 Times Galadriel walked past Halbrand's house, his home not her planned destination…and 1 time it is. To save him and their friendship.

Link here

Snippet:

She was almost to Elrond's home when she noticed that the house next door to his no longer had a FOR SALE sign out front. Curious about Elrond's new neighbor, she peeked over the white, picket fence and saw a boy close to her age with shaggy, brown hair.

He had just closed the back door of his car, giving her a look at the front of his black shirt, which showed a cool-looking sword on it. When he happened to notice her, she smiled and waved at him without thinking, and since he didn't scowl or run away, she walked up to the edge of his yard, leaning against the fence.

Sticking out her hand, she chirped, “Hi, I'm Galadriel, but everyone calls me Gal. I live a couple blocks from here. You just moved here, right? What's your name, and are you attending Lindon Academy this year?”

Raising an eyebrow, he cautiously stepped forward and shook hands with her. “I'm Halbrand. Yeah, just moved here.” He looked away at the other houses. “You're the first to say hi to me and my family. Why do you wanna know?”

His response was odd, but he was new and didn't know her, so she let it pass. She pointed at Elrond's house. “Because you live next door to my best friend, Elrond Peredhel, so you'll be seeing a lot more of me. I've lived in this neighborhood my whole life,” she replied, noting his black pants and chains connected to them. “They're really great people; I'm surprised that they haven't come to visit you yet. They probably didn't see your cool clothes choices, like that shirt. I really like your shirt; it reminds of the blades that my brothers use.”

He jerked his gaze up once more, surprised. When she continued to smile, he gave a hesitant smile in return. “Thanks. I like swords, too. And black, unlike you,” he said with a smirk, pointing at her flowy, white top and emerald green pants. He opened the fence's gate at the driveway, so there was no barrier between them. “I'm starting seventh grade at Lindon. My parents want to give me a ‘fresh start’, so here I am.” He put the two words in air quotes with a roll of his eyes, and she had questions why he would need one but tactfully said nothing. “How about you?”

“Awesome! Same here!” She had found another friend with similar interests, and she jumped up and down with excitement. “It looks like we're gonna be spending a lot more time with one another here and at school. I can't wait!” she said, grinning, causing him to smile bigger. “So…how much do ya know about swords and daggers? Do you know how to fence?”

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Also, I want to recommend @gil-galadhwen ‘s wonderful story that was gifted to me! It is called The Scale of Silver & Blood, and a link to it is here

I highly recommend it! I really enjoyed it! It is open-ended and complete, and it does a great job of world building with dragons and bringing in all your favorite characters with the Haladriel goodness.

Title: The Scale of Silver & Blood

Rating: M

Summary: THE RINGS OF POWER X DRAGONKIN AU

The dragonkin have been an enemy of the elves for a century, yet they have managed to keep out of each other’s way, until now.

When it is discovered one of the dragonkin has infiltrated Eregion to make a ring of elvish silver and dragon’s blood, King Gil-galad sends his Commander of the First Army; Galadriel, to get it back. Only the king doesn’t know that the Lord of the Dragonkin is known to her, in ways he could never understand, nor forgive if he ever found out…

This is my gift to Tmwillson3 for the Gifts of the Valar Exchange 2024. I hope you enjoy! x

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[musings-of-a-rose]

Hello, so I got another idea and it is going to be super fluff. So this idea is Robbie x Reader, and the reader is coming back from work and she heard a meow coming from a alley and she stared in aww and she thinks that “Robbie wouldn’t mind that I bring this cute kitty at home”. And she brings it and she opens the door and saw Robbie at the couch and he sees her but she is turning away so he wouldn’t see the cat.

Cat Dad

Pairing: Robbie Reyes x f!reader

Word Count: 900+

Rating: Mature - 18+ ONLY!

Warnings: Just like ao3, “creator chooses not to use warnings.” If you click Keep Reading, that means you agree that you’re the age to handle mature themes. Also by clicking Keep Reading, you understand warnings may not be complete in order to avoid spoilers for the story. 

Notes: I changed it up a little bit from your original ask. I hope that’s ok!

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As soon as the clock hits 5pm, I’m out of there, practically running out of my office building, taking in as much of the setting sun as I can for the brief moment its rays touch my face. 

The bus home is crowded, everyone just trying to get home after a long day at work. Thankfully, I’m only a 15 minute ride away. I quickly hop off at my stop, after shoving my way through the mass of people, and step out onto the sidewalk, turning to walk the 5 or so blocks to my boyfriend Robbie’s place. 

I walk past an alley and hear the tiniest, most pathetic meow I’ve ever heard. Backtracking, I look down the alley, not immediately spotting anything. But then I see some trash shift on the floor and I hear another tiny meow come from it. Walking over, I carefully extricate the small kitten from the pile of trash, holding it by the back of it’s neck so it won’t scratch me. It’s all black, bright orange eyes looking up at me and I swear it reminds me of Robbie and his…other side. 

“You look like you could use a bath and a nice place to sleep. What do you think? Promise not to scratch me?”

The kitten mews and I hesitate a moment before cradling it in my arms. No wait, her in my arms. And to my surprise, she cuddles into me instantly, her fur still wet from the rain we had a couple hours earlier. 

“Come on little Ghost. Let’s get you home,” I coo, as I wrap her in my jacket with me. 

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I got her clean, watching her jump around in the small amount of water I had in the bathtub as she bats at a rubber ducky I had gotten for Robbie as a joke. Eventually, I get her out and towel her off, raiding the cabinets to find a can of tuna for her. I pop open the can and put some on a plate, setting it down. She starts eating immediately, meowing for more when she finishes. After, she follows me around the house, not wanting to leave my side. I pick her up, cradling her tiny body. 

“You wanna stay with us?” She meows and rubs her head on my hand. I chuckle. “Ok, then. You can stay, Ghost. I guess that’s your name now too, since I heard you but didn’t see you.”

Just then, Robbie opens the door, tossing his keys in the basket I’d placed on a small side table as he shakes out his beloved coat, tossing it over the back of the chair and enters the living room, walking towards me with a smile. 

“Hey, baby. How was - what’s moving under that blanket?”

I put on my best puppy eyes. “Nothing?” Ghost meows from under the blanket and I look down at it, whispering “Traitor.”

“Is there a cat under there?”

“No? Technically she’s a kitten?”

“Baby-” I move the blanket and Ghost turns her tiny, bright orange eyes up, staring at Robbie, who goes momentarily speechless. 

“Ok, she’s cute. But she can’t stay. You’ll bring her to a shelter or something tomorrow, ok?”

“But, Robbie! She’s so small and she loves me!”

“She loves anyone who feeds her.”

“No really. She follows me around. Plus, she reminds me of you.”

“Me?”

“Yeah. Dark outside with a flame in her eyes.”

He’s quiet for a bit. “Still, it’s a cat. She can’t stay. And don’t give me the pouty lip.”

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I wake in the morning, patting the bed next to me and finding it empty, not even a trace of warmth from Robbie. I pull on one of his shirts and walk to the living room, a yawn dying on my lips when I take in what’s happening. 

Robbie. Asleep on the couch. With little Ghost curled up on his chest, half tucked under a blanket, like he’d tucked her there. She’s purring loudly, only cracking open one eye to look at me before cuddling her head deeper, a soft smile on Robbie’s lips as he continues to doze. 

Ghost never does go to a shelter and spends her time at our place or at the shop, chasing any small rodents or bugs that dare enter her domain. And Robbie? He went out that next day and bought nearly the entire pet store, coming home to show me all of the fancy toys and food he’d bought for her. 

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[sutherkins]

living on the same floor as peter and always brushing past him in the hallway…one day ur doing laundry and only ur sexy lingerie that you literally never get to wear is clean and you walk past him and hes holding his own clean laundry walking back to his apartment. when ur cleaning ur like oh damn i need to wash the clothes im wearing and ur like well fuck ill have to be half naked if i wash them rn but u dont want to make another trip so you lock the door to the room and strip until ur just in the lingerie and ur playing games on ur phone while ur laundry is going but at some point theres a knock on the door and you jump and your phone falls on the ground. you realize when you go to pick it up that you’re literally in your underwear and have nothing to cover yourself with. you rush to the door making sure it stays locked and ask who it is. “uh, peter from four two three”. ur like “oh christ” because its the hot guy who lives a couple doors down from you that you always walk past in the hall and your forehead leans forward to hit the door because of course out of everyone it could be outside the door it just had to be him. peters like “are you okay?” and ur like “well to be completely honest im only in my underwear and my laundry still isnt done and i literally have nothing to cover myself with”. peter laughs and ur like “its not funny you jackass!” but peter tells you he isnt laughing at you. hes laughing because he was just doing laundry and he thinks he left something in the dryer. you’re a little 🤔 cause why does that matter? you even ask him so. he tells you “well, i was coming to get it but seeing as how you clearly need it more you can borrow it until your laundry is done”. u ask him what it is and its just a pair of sweats but ur like its better than nothing so u ask him if hes sure its okay for you to borrow them and hes like of course its okay im the one who offered. so u put em on and they feel so warm from just being in the dryer and ur like “these are awesome!” because “are mens sweatpants made differently? these are so much more comfortable than mine.” peter starts to laugh and immediately stops when you abruptly unlock and open the door and he almost falls on you but catches himself on the doorway and for a moment he was basically face to face with ur chest in the sexiest bra u own and whipped his body back up so fast because oh my god its the pretty girl from down the hall and you’re literally wearing his clothes and a red lacey bra and he’s suddenly wondering of the bottom half matches the top. ur looking at him like you know he looked at your chest and its because you do. most guys do it and have been for years so it doesnt surprise you anymore. what does surprise you is how nervous he looks. you may have a big chest but you’ve never thought you were intimidating, let alone pretty enough for anyone to be nervous around you. now You get nervous and cross your arms to cover yourself.

“thanks for letting me borrow these. i promise i’ll wash and return them.”

“don’t worry about it” he thinks about telling you that you can keep them but worries thats too weird to say since neither of you have really ever talked so instead he asks if you wanna borrow his sweatshirt just in case others end up showing up in the laundry room. as nervous as you are about wearing even more of his clothes you’d rather be nervous about that than having others in your building see you in just sweats a a bra, especially the one you were wearing. so you agree and while hes taking it off the shirt hes wearing underneath rides up a bit and you see some skin 👀 no ones ever been this nice to you especially someone this attractive and you’re actually really grateful to put on the sweatshirt and be fully covered again. when its on you repeat what you said earlier about mens clothes being more comfortable than womens and that even your comfiest sweatshirts arent as nice as his. peter blushes from your words and also from seeing you head to toe in his clothes. you’re still marveling at how much better it feels and peter just smiles sooo wide. “thanks for this, peter. im sure this isnt how you planned your trip to the laundry room going but i appreciate it anyways” peter tells you its really no problem and that hes happy to help. he ends up leaving to go back to his place while you stay and wait for your laundry (you don’t need to stay, but its a nice excuse to get out of your apartment for a little bit). when you’re done you dont take off peters clothes and load your basket with your now clean clothes and make your way back to your floor. when youre walking down the hall to your door, peter just comes out of his place in his work attire, a black suit, and your heart starts racing because he looks so so good and you’re still wearing the clothes he let you borrow even though you’re carrying a basket full of clean clothes that actually belong to you. you smile and tell him you’ll return his clothes tomorrow. he smirks but like the happy smiley kind because shes still wearing my clothes!!! and says “see ya tomorrow.”

[violetvirus]

DUDE, YOUR AU IS SO COOLLLLLLL!!!!!!!!

trying to think of AU names. i should be studying but. IT'S COOL

tell me about Ao Lie. and Wukong, and his programming backstory. and why Tripitaka is in trouble with the government. and Nezha (obviously, as aroacenezha LMAO). i wanna know everything about that angry little cyberpunk guy. what's his junkyard look like? have any Ao Lie/Nezha spats? is he a main-ish character?

and how does this translate w/ the og story of JTTW? is this just a character idea kind of thing, or some ideas about the scrolls and journey to enlightenment?

look. you put out cool idea and now I will not stop talking. <3

AAAAAHAH THANK YOU!! yeah… not sure what i should name it yet agh…. But I'm sure i'll think of something more clever than cyberpunk jttw! eventually…

rubs hands together lets get to it heheh

ao lie and tripitaka's relationship is one of my favs to draw and write about currently, they both lean on each other super hard for support bc at their core they're both so lonely yet unable to reach out for help. ao lie often has tripitaka pick him up from parties or other events. their friendship has only stayed so strong because ao lie is so insistent that he would get to know the shut off tripitaka.

wukong's old programming was a secret project from the jade city government to raze areas marked as "undesirable" from the city. this is mostly places where resentment towards the government is growing, and poor areas. wukong's original programming was violent and obedient, he had no personality of his own and his only goal was to carry out the current command. but because of this, it was easier for tripitaka to rewire him, as robots with no set personality code can more easily be reprogrammed, as they're almost a blank slate.

ao lie and wukong… used to not like each other. at all.

but one night, they got the chance to actually talk to just each other. and after that, they became much friendlier to one another. i want to make a comic based off this so i can't say much for now…

tripitaka is in trouble with the government because he is against it. jade city's government is corrupt and ripe with nepotism. they try and lock out technology from reaching poor areas. so tripitaka builds and creates, so that the defenseless can defend themselves. tripitaka is technically an illegal citizen, nobody is really sure where he's from and he has no official papers stating he is a citizen of jade city. but he's been living in the slums since he was very young. tripitaka also gets into trouble for breaking and entering and trespassing, as he will sometimes need materials that aren't available on the black market and will take matters into his own hands. tripitaka can be a little badass, as a treat. (but i love book tripitaka too)

though this tripitaka is still a strict pacifist, so his crimes are all non-violent.

nezha!! little nezha thinks he looks very badass, but everyone else wonders… who the hell is dressing this kid LOL. nezha has first hand experienced the inequality of jade city from living in the slums and has becomes extremely protective over the people there. just on the outskirts of his town there is a junkyard he frequents. tripitaka goes there often too, for scrap metal, and sometimes nezha will bring him materials (if tripitaka asks nicely, lmao). when wukong was first sent to raze their town, nezha was able to pin him under steel pipes in the junkyard, making it so tripitaka could reprogram him. nezha is still extremely proud of this. im making a comic based on this moment….

nezha often will enter tripitaka's home without warning, so the first time he entered with ao lie there, he assumed the worst and jumped to defend tripitaka. ao lie found it hilarious and adorable. ao lie doesn't take nezha very seriously and reminds him often that he has no part in what his family does as he was disowned, but nezha is convinced otherwise and will pester tripitaka constantly to stop talking to ao lie.

nezha is a main character, he is the connection for tripitaka to the neighborhood. he acts a bit like a scout, alerting tripitaka to events that are happening or people that need help or things fixed. nezha seeks out tripitaka because he knows that tripitaka is dependable and wants the best for people.

as for how it translates to the og story of jttw… in my head, eventually, tripitaka is forced to leave Jade City with his robots and head west. i don't have it all figured out yet, but the scrolls would instead be like… some kind of data. sorry this part is so vague haha, in my head there is a closer resemblance. i currently have the story split into a few parts, and right now we're remaining in jade city.

thank you so much for asking!! i love rambling about these guys….

[stardustsomewhere]

can we get a fruit cult saga recap :0

yes sorry it took me so long to reply!

my ex gf (lemon) got me into the cult because she was like oh theres this funny groupchat im in can you join so a few days after she joined i did. at first it was all really funny and sweet and any red flags seemed like ill timed jokes? like they had a groupchat called THE PIT they would send you too but it felt so silly i didnt notice it was weird.

anyways after a few weeks i suddenly checked the gc at work and saw they were egging my girlfriend on who was on the roof of her office building. for context shes deathly afraid of heights. they kept telling her to jump or to scream at people down below and call them slurs. i was sure it was a bad bit until she posted photos and then i left work to go get her. i found her in the stairwell having a panic attack and talking about the "angels" and how she was hearing voices and stuff. genuinely terrifying stuff

i was out of my element so i just called my mom and asked her what to do and she said hospital ASAP so i drove my gf there. they didnt really take her seriously but kept her for about 72 hours but when they released her she dumped all her medicine and refused to take it. i forced her to for a bit but she was still acting weird so i gave up and was planning on leaving

then one night i ate some mushrooms she had forged and went CRAZY and ran out the house. i didnt get too far before my body rejected it and i puked and passed out. my gf thankfully had enough sense to take me to the hospital and we both had to get our stomachs pumped (awful, do not suggest) turns out for a while she had been misidentifying mushrooms and i had avoided dishes with it in it cause i hate mushrooms and never noticed.

so it seemed like really good at this point! we were dedicated together to making sure nobody else got hurt and we were going to transition the group chat into a much safer version with everyone getting help and such. i wanted to stop apple from hurting herself and others. then apple demoted lemon from her stupid rank (top rank was ring) and lemon LOST HER MIND. she was so upset it was all she talked about

then she threw another member under the bus to get promoted again and started acting really distant and weird. we stopped talking about how we were going to help them see the truth and get out of all the brain washing and more about if we believe in the fruit god (im an atheist and she knows this. this is important to me as a physicist too plus religious trauma)

then is started getting sick and after a few days i started acting and doing erratic stuff. i was fully aware it wasnt normal and called off work for a few days to figure it out. i was about to go to the dr when someone told me to check me food on here and lo and behold, the mushrooms again. she had been putting it in my food ON PURPOSE THIS TIME

the next morning after sleeping the shrooms off as much as i could i opened my phone to see she decided our apartment was OPEN TO ANYONE IN THE CULT. she was having the leader come LIVE WITH US! i had been given no time to know let alone consent. i paid half the rent and most the bills (she helped in other ways dw it was very 50/50) and i was just so upset and scared that i just said its over. i took my cat and most my stuff (left my furniture, there was no hope of moving it) and just moved in with a friend. thank god she had a spare room for an office she was willing to rent to me.

bcs i left now everyone in the cults really mad at me so i honestly just got overwhelmed and shut my phone off. i dont wanna text them for a few days tbh. it was just too much. especially this one guy called fig, they were just always so mean to me it made me cry several times. they kept trying to find ways to hurt me, including some ableist stuff about how i should do drugs even if i medically cant. some of their friends (shrimp and plum) also went out of there way to attack me and try and physiologically torture me. i felt so bad i just shut my phone off

honestly at this point idk the benefit to trying to be anyones friend in this cult. idk why im even trying to help them. i feel used and abused. i feel VERY abused. i dont know. lifes hard

[johannepetereric]

Name: Kurosaki Kai

Age: Over 500 years old, but legally is in his late-30s.

Hair: Short, spiky, orange

Eyes: Narrow, orange-ish brown

Height: 6'2"

Skin Color: Tan

Race/Ethnicity: Japanese, nomadic passport

Registered Quirk: "Can Leap Tall Buildings In A Single Bound"

Secret Powers: Immmortality, Night Vision, improved healing ability, Insomnia, doesn't technically need to breathe or eat or drink anymore (even though the hunger pains, dry throat, and inability to talk fucking sucks, especially when you can’t be truly knocked out either)

Hero Name: Yoru-Shishi (cursed or blessed with insomnia)

Gender: Genderfluid, he/she/they

Will fight you for over humans rights.

Vegetarian, insect rescuer.

Current Education: UA Academy, Hero Course. Best Jeanist is his self-proclaimed Best Friend (Kai actually has many now), as they were in the class together and seated next to each other. The blond decided that Kai would look good in the lion aethetic, and so designed a lion-based outfit (no, not a fursuit). Kai wanted to protest, given that he hated being a lion plushie, but arguing with Hakamada was a lost cause. So Kai compromised with the name "Night Lion" (   ).

Since super-jumping is rather meh when compared to all the other Quirks in the world, he needs a team. Also to save him from literally drowning.

The Karakura Gang will have reincarnated to reassemble the five-man band (Tatsuki's gonna help her child bestie friend this time around! Even if she has to be a quirkless Support Hero this time around!), and Keigo and Mizuiro will probs be quirkless or something.

Just because I can, Tatsuhime's gonna happen this time around, Keigo stays with Mizuiro cuz he doesn't wanna be alone, and Chad will stick with Uryuu. Their powers might probs be reincarnated as Quirks, as well.

...And also, some Shinigami (probs from Squad 12) fucked around and found out, recreating the Mod Souls. So Ririn, Noba, and Kurodou are reborn, in a sense, with the same names and powers as before. Kai finds out about this, and finding out that said Shinigami's gonna use them for evil (or I can have them be the same organization, but a subdivision, that tortured and abused Eri, two birds with one stone), Kai and his team (and Best Jeanist, all hands on deck) convince the Mod Souls to help them kill their creator (may or may not take the recipe, if available).

Does Best Jeanist already live with someone? If not, he probs roped Kai into living with him as well. Do they have the money and space to take in three basically-kids like all four of them once were? The Shinigami probs put them in gigais or did a lil' Grave Robbing. 

Unknown to pretty much all the living, Kai still keeps in contact with SS and the soul cameras from the 686.5 one-shot through a combination of Urahara, Mayuri, and Ichi finagling/harassing them to let him have one, too. Ichigo was pretty much the only familiar face he's known in 200-or-so, so they or may not have been something more. After TYBW, He's been learning all sides of his powers since. Ichi decided to grow out his ass-long hair, and once he died, the Hollow side of him bled into his appearance like Artbook or 2nd Anni Ichi (but also with the two horns from when Shiro was kicking Ulqui's ass).

Kai is also in the fight against All for One. Asshole's been escaping them for almost since Quirks were first formed.

Over the years, the ability to see ghosts has developed to be a Quirk. Once they die, their epic powers are locked away for if or until they become Shinigami or Arrancar (like Starrk and Lilynette) and unlock their Zanpakuto. Both the Quirkless and the Quirk people have Equal Chance of having or not having spiritual pressure and unlocking epic powers, just like everyone else.

[cinnamon-stixs]

ok yall part 2

-Everyone's shocked and horrified reactions, and then there's

THIS FUCKER

-God I hate how good of a villian he is

-THE FEATHER. FUCK.

-Yes Stolas save you mans!!

-"Stolas get your ass out of my face" 100% the first time Blitz has said that.

-Stolas you over-dramatic thespian, I love you.

-Once again, Vassago my beloved

-I love how Stolas insults blitz the whole time

-This song goes so fucking hard btw

-Very 'subtle' hints from the writers in here that something's up with someone, almost 100% guaranteed to be Andrealphus

-"Fuck is you doing stolas?"

-"Let his name light a flame in the hearts of his race" FUCKING BAR.

-Also, even though he keeps insulting Blitz this whole time, I wanna mention that

A) Blitz does kinda deserve that

B) Stolas is still literally putting his own life on the line

-It's a cool detail how Stolas talks much more down to imps than usual in this song, showing how he's trying to appeal to the classist freaks running it

-This rotating shot is SO COOL

-"I would rather be dead than live life without you by my side" You GAY motherfuckers

-"What are you doing? I DON'T DESERVE THIS!" Oh you tortured soul, you.

-"I realized too late" THIS. This is the EXACT moment where it fully hits Blitz that Stolas was serious. It hits him how much Stolas loves him, and how much he loves Stolas. He's been building up more realizations on this, but this is the moment that cemented it.

-"You're my light, you're my heart." THIS LINE. SIMPLE CHEESY SHIT, RIGHT? NO. BLITZ SHOWED STOLAS THE LIGHT OF WHAT IT'S LIKE TO BE LOVED AND STOLAS SHOWED BLITZ THE COMPASSION TO LOOK WITHIN HIMSELF AND TRY TO BECOME A BETTER PERSON!!

-God PLEASE give us more information on him I NEED IT

-"He is the law" "I rule the endless dark" So yeah, he's taken over for Lucifer. I feel like this combined with how Bee and Ozzie don't say much shows he has a much higher status than the other sins.

-No Luci :(

-He claims to have been here since before Lucifer, but Bee and Ozzie roll their eyes. So that either means

A) He's lying

B) It's not as big of a flex as he's making it out to be

C) ALL the sins were there before Luci.

-Blitz tries to stop him, but Stolas simply turns away. He still looks angry at Blitz.

-I'm actually tweaking out.

-LOONA CALLS HIM DAD IM GONNA KILL MYSELF (I say for the 5th time)

-KILL YOURSELF!!! KILL YOURSELF!!! I HATE YOU. SHE'S LITERALLY DOING THE SEPERATED PARENT TACTIC OF DRIVING THE KID AWAY FROM THE OTHER PARENT.

-What are Stella's motives? we know Andrealphus has smthn bigger going on, but Stella just seems to want to beat Stolas down as much as possible.

-"But you are demon royalty, so your life has actual worth."

-I hate how Octavia is just called 'The heir.' That poor girl omfg

-They hate imps so much that everyone just ignores that Andrealphus is CLEARLY plotting something. Unfortunately accurate.

-Wholesome parent MY ASS

-Mammon a big back just like me fr

-The way Stolas IMMEDIATLY gets shit thrown at him, because now his status is as low as an imp.

-I wonder if Millie and Moxxie are gonna be finding new jobs after this. I hope not :( but in this situation I 100% would.

-Ohhh I can't wait to see where this plotline goes

-They really all JUMPED on the opportunity to shit on demon royalty like they get shit on by them.

-oh boy. He misses his daughter. A LOT.

-Blitz is so gentle with him... aughh..

-God I love you Loona

-Stolas is NOT having a good time

-the FIRST to survive??

-It said people think Stolas 'framed' Blitz. I feel like this partially explains why imps were so immediately nasty to him.

-Hey at least this was all really good for business

-"Thank you for saving my life" "Always"

-I wanna know what Blitz was gonna say before he realized Stolas was asleep

-Oh you lovesick fool

-People in imp city are CELEBRATING

-Last thing I noticed, neither Vivzie nor Brandon had a hand in writing the episode.

I FUCKING LOVED MASTERMIND HADUFHHDUIDF I HAVE TO RAMBLE ABOUT IT!! SPOILERS LOL

also warning this is long as hell

-Andrealphus's house is surrounded by snow, as is his whole theme. It kinda reminds me of the mythology of hell's frozen center.

-I fucking love stella guys. I'm sorry. I hate her so fucking much and I want to shit on her dreams, and that is EXACTLY why I love her character so much. I'm so glad she's getting more development.

-Andrealphus didn't know about the deal, just that Stolas cheated. So Stella REALLY didn't tell him much.

-I like Andrealphus's peacock theming

-"Now you fucking know!" icon.

-I really like the detail of them using Moxxie and Blitz's mugshots, as well as Millie's wanted poster. It's a really good illustration of how authority figures will do anything they can against minorities, and really pushes the themes of classism and oppression in the show.

-Blitz immediately running to delete his search history, me core.

-He's so scared of going to jail again :(

-"We are going to beat you! But only a little!"

-She's exactly like her fucking dad. She cares SO MUCH deep down, but puts on that 'indifferent asshole' attitude to protect herself.

-"The shredder is jammed!!" D:

-These poor interns

-Blitz, of course, crashes immediately.

-Moxxie uses 'Blitz' instead of 'sir'

-THE MUZZLE. I'M GONNA FUCKING KILL MYSELF.

-I wanna note as they walk in, Satan is acting in place of lucifer, since he's too busy with the Hotel stuff. He claims he was in hell BEFORE Lucifer, but I take that with a good spoonful of salt.

-"Is this about the orphans?" HUH?

-Dude these motherfuckers keep deadnaming Blitz and it pisses me off! Like I get that's the point but still.

-The sloth and envy sins are here!

-I really like Vassago. It seems like he really cares about fair due process in general, but he also seems to have some sort of beef with Andrealphus.

-"Since when is ATTEMPTING a crime illegal am I right?" You stupid bastard.

-"LIES!!" STFU

-I've seen a few people question why Andrealphus would go straight after Blitz instead of Stolas, since he wants him gone so bad, but the answer is simple. Andrealphus KNOWS there's pretty much nothing he can do to demon royalty, especially since Stolas was considered above him on the Goetia food chain. Going after the imp, a member of an already extremely marginalized group, was simply a safer bet.

-I wish Ozzie and Bee spoke up more. It seems ooc, but at the same time we don't know how big the power imbalance is between Satan and the rest of the sins. (Aside Lucifer)

-"A responsible and handsome Goetic demon such as myself-" You should kill yourself, NOW!!

-They never wanted to let him speak up in the first place.

-"Put his kind to shame" BRO HE BAGGED DEMON ROYALTY.

-wtf is up with Satan and his little meditator twink assistant

-YES VASSAGO!! BRING UP THAT HE'S NOT HERE! IT'S ABSOLUTE BULLSHIT THAT STOLAS WASN'T INFORMED AND CLEARLY INDICATES ANDREALPHUS HAS OTHER MOTIVES!! YES HE SHOULD BE SUMMONED!!

-God I love Vassago I hope he's a reoccurring character

-"didn't want him to go through the trauma of facing his aggressor' is such a thinly veiled argument, but no one fucking cares because Blitz is just an imp.

-WHY IS STRIKER HELPING DEMON ROYALTY. Does he hate Blitz that much because he associated with them? Is he getting paid? Was he threatened?

-"If I wanted to kill Stolas, I would've done it myself." Good point, HORRIBLE wording.

-"oh he just fucked himself over."

-I am so sorry your boss is a fucking moron

-PLEASE Bee and Ozzie you can do better than "He probably has a good reason for all of this!"

-Bee throwing dick popsicles at Mammon, I love you girl.

-God I hate this classist piece of shit

-He KNOWS smthn is up.

-The immediate cut to a Mammon joke after our mcs are SENTENCED TO DEATH really shows how little higher class demons care about imps and hellhounds

-We obviously know They're not ACTUALLY gonna kill any of them off, but I was still biting my fuckin nails dawg

-What an EVIL move.

-Fizz and Ozzie's full conversation before this. So, Ozzie most likely had no idea the trial was for Blitz.

-Side note, but I'm kinda surprised Fizz and Ozzie dating wasn't brought up aside from that line from Mammon about Ozzie and Bee 'associating with the lower class'.

-wtf is up with Satan? If this were any other sin, Ozzie would not HESITATE to clock their ass. Just look at s2 ep7!

-"NOT THEM YOUR HIGHNESS!" What if I cried.

-"you're acting kinda ruby" GET OUT OF HERE TWINKIE

-"I suppose I created impkind to be obedient" Motherfucker those are people.

-"Just axe the mouthy one" It's so in-character for Blitz to not assume himself to be the mouthy one

-He still careeeesss augh!! He sounded so distressed

-"We'll pretend to care" So accurate! Ouch!

-"Moxxie, stop. This big red bitch never planned on hearing us out."

-HER FACE. "Just take care of Loona for me" WHAT IF I FUCKING CRIED.

-Fun fact this is the part of the episode where I started bawling like a loser

-"I love you guys" I'M GONNA FUCKING KILL MYSELF. IM GONNA DO IT FUCK

Uhh I have to reblog to continue this bc I hit the image cap halfway through lmfaoo

[sugilite-stories]

Only Scratched the Surface | Part 3

The first part was posted on my other blog which you can find here and on AO3 here

Last Chapter

Now, on with the show.

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Summary: We begin weaving into the canon narrative.

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It only took a few hours for the duo to meet up against the house to shuffle through the information provided on Izuku Midoryia… and all of two minutes to become incredibly concerned for the boy’s livelihood. 

“Kara wasn’t kidding when she said  we have to start looking after this kid.” Varen sighed, slapping the medical files onto the table. “Boy’s been used as a practice dummy for just about everyone in his schools. It’s a wonder he hasn’t turned violent yet as it is.” 

“Indeed. Lucky for us he’s a good kid,” Todd said while pulling out a little whiteboard. “all turns well he’ll let us talk. He may not listen, but he won’t try anything rash against us.” Pulling out a marker the boy started writing, Varen looked at him with a smirk.

“Thought we were just here to explain our world to the kid Mr. Second-in-Command.”

“That’s the main goal, yes.” Todd confirmed, not turning away from the writing on the board. “That being said, we both know that Kara wouldn’t stand for the things that are happening around that boy when it comes to the hardships put upon him by his peers and the adults around him.” 

 “So the endgame is teaching Midoryia about the supernatural in a way that he treats them as living creatures, but we’re not gonna turn away from the other issues that surround him.” The golden eyed girl stood up, grabbed her own marker, and began writing as well. “From what we can see there are also the issues of blatant discrimination and illegal quirk usage, and that’s just what’s around this boy. There’s also the case of multiple people with more active quirks going missing and turning up quirkless if they’re lucky and never being found if not.” 

“There’s also the Meta Liberation Front that Mallory has been keeping tabs on for a while. They may be quiet at the moment, but they’re planting seeds.” Todd capped his marker and stepped away from the board, crossing his arms. “At this point I’m willing to bet that Aldera is a part of it. Looking at their records they started skewing everything and going against multiple laws about seven or eight years ago. Matches up with the earlier information Mallory has found.” 

Varen took a step away from the board as well, pressing a fist to her upper lip. “So that means eight or so years of kids being taught, more and more obviously, MLF concepts with no one really teaching them differently besides their parents if lucky. About 6 years of graduates that spent 3 years each being taught those things and two shorter years. Depending on how good the high school was those kids either; A: taught the truth, B: expelled for the belief, or C: kept the teachings hidden till out of school and lived by them after. Only one of those ideas is good, and I don’t think that happened for many of them.” 

“Indeed, most people don’t like to admit it, but when it comes to quirks a lot of people share an underlying few of them.” Todd sighed before sitting back down. “And unless Mallory kicks into high drive we won’t know how many other schools are the same. Even then, the information we have isn’t exactly legal. We’d have to figure out a way backwards to make it so.” 

“So we focus on Midoryia and figure out the rest in our free time. Maybe we’ll find people that can assist through that.” The girl stretched her arms above her head. “That being said i’ma try to find him. Classes should be letting out soon and I wanna do as much as I can before the jet lag kicks in hard.” 

Todd nodded. “Go. I’ll be here doing my thing.” 

Varen jogged out the door to the nearest fire escape and crawled up to the roof, taking off at a leisurely pace from building to building. ‘Think these buildings are even closer than they are in Jersey. Makes jumping easier, but it’s a bit harder to see what’s going on below.’

After a few minutes she heard a commotion and started towards it. Finding a green blob absorbing a kid. 

Varen had to look again to make sure she was correct and shit that was their kid!

‘Can’t use flame I don’t know without doubt where the kid is I’ll have to go head on.’ She repositioned herself to jump, leaping over the side only to flip around and grab the wall on the opposite side as a hulking mass of being made it to him first. ‘Of course OF COURSE the number one meathead shows up just as I’m jumping. Of course it wouldn’t be that easy for me to meet the kid.’ 

A gust of air helped push her back up onto the edge where she sat to observe. The girl had to grind her teeth almost to the point of cracking when she watched the man do what she was hoping was a light session of slaps to the, clearly oxygen deprived, teen till he woke up. A small conversation took place before they both disappeared. 

Varen blinked and started scrambling to her feet. ‘What the FUCK!’ Her head snapped to the sky and found a blob moving away and fast. ‘Leisure jumping over now I guess.’ She took off at a sprint after the shapes.

It took a while, but she made it to the rooftop the two landed on. Landing behind the stairwell box she tried her hardest to catch her breath before the two could hear the panting. Peeking around  the tiny wall she saw the boy with a man who honestly looked like someone had sucked his innards out and threw him in one of the tornado simulators. 

“It’s okay to dream, but you have to make sure they’re realistic.” The scrawny guy said, making his way towards the stairwell, unaware of the girl behind them.”Go towards the police or the fire department. I’m sorry my boy, but I don’t believe someone without a quirk can be a hero.” Everything went silent as the door to the stairwell closed and the footsteps became quiet.

‘Ouch. Poor kid.’ Varen looked to the boy, saw the broken and empty stare she had seen far too many times in her days with the Vipers. ‘Now or never, I guess.’ With a breath, she stepped out from behind the box.

“Well that chain of events kind of sucked.” Izuku screamed at the new voice, eyes shooting up to see a woman with black hair and gold eyes wincing with her hands in her pockets. “Sorry, I didn't expect you to jump that high. My bad. Normally people just flinch a little bit, though normally I’m a bit quieter than full volume.”

“You heard all of that!” Izuku started to panic. ‘If she heard all of it then she heard All Might’s secret and that really bad if his secret gets out because of me that---’ 

“Kid, breathe! You’re doing a lot of talking and not a lot of breathing. You were almost suffocated earlier, breathing is kind of important right now.” The boy looked up at her. “How did you know that?”

“Well,” The woman started to scratch her arm. “I was on a building not too far away from where that happened. I heard the struggle and started over. Was coming to help when he showed up and had to turn back.” She showed her palms to him, and he noted the scrapes from grabbing a wall. “Dug up my hands pretty bad doing that. I know better than backing out when I commit to a jump like that.” She laughed awkwardly.

“You followed us here?”

“Wanted to make sure you were okay. The meathead didn’t exactly follow procedure. Even someone with my profession has certain steps I have to take otherwise I just feel wrong, ya know?” 

Izuku started defending only to be silenced by the girl’s raised hand. “Kid, you were unconscious due to lack of oxygen. He had no way to know for how long, or how much of that guy got into you to mess with your internal systems. Even if that wasn’t the case I’m glad I followed to make sure you were okay. He left you unattended on a roof after multiple bombshells after all. That’s not exactly responsible.” 

Izuku continued to stand in silence, looking at his shoes as another pair came into view. “I haven’t introduced myself yet have I? My name's Varen Black, it’s a pleasure to meet you kid.” 

“Izuku Midoryia.”

“Which of those would you like me to refer to you as?” He looked up at her, noting the uncomfortable grimace. “I’m from America. Not completely used to naming rules here yet.” 

“Izuku’s fine Miss Black.” 

“Varen. Please call me Varen. Miss Black just sounds wrong.” She said with a chuckle, earning a nod from the boy. “I know we just met and all, but I’m here if you want a soundboard. One quirkless to another and all that.” 

Izuku snapped to attention “Wait you're quirkless? But you said you followed us here! And you got here within a few minutes!” 

“Freerunning has been around longer than quirks. You don’t need one to do it, though it does make it easier. Lot of things are like that.” Varen took off towards the stairwell, jumping onto the roof of it with little effort before turning around and holding out a hand. “All you need is motivation and practice.” 

Izuku stood there for a moment before running at the wall himself; not quite making it to the top as the woman did, but making it close enough that she grabbed his hand and pulled him the rest of the way. “And maybe a helping hand when it becomes too much for one person to complete.” She said with a laugh. 

Varen hopped back down off the stairwell, turning to the boy. “Jumping down is always more tricky than jumping up. You have to make sure the momentum has somewhere to go. That’s why rolls are common. If you feel like ya need to roll just don’t do it down your spine. That hurts like hell and I don’t think those burns will appreciate it much.” 

“How-” 

“Kid, your uniform is covered in scorch marks. Two and two make four.” 

Izuku winced, remembering the events that happened earlier in the day, but shook it off and pushed off the small box with few issues. 

“Not bad for a first timer with no momentum behind him.” Varen stated with a grin. “You can go far with that alone, though that’s just the tip of the iceberg for you, Izuku Midoryia.”

“What do you mean?”

“I came from America for a reason, and that reason is you.” Varen began with a level of calm Izuku felt shouldn't be possible for someone as young as she was. “There’s more to this world than meets the eye, and I hate to break it to you, but you’re a cornerstone for it.” She walked over to the building’s edge and sat down, Izuku following suit. “I won’t go into the whole story as it’s a lot to digest and you have a lot to think on already, but I will leave you with two things. One is that quirks did not come from nothing. People have their thoughts and their theories, but we know the truth. Quirks are a mutation of something that already existed.”

“And I’m a part of that?”

Varen nodded. “Yes. There are some people who are truly powerless and there’s nothing wrong with that, but there are people like you and I who are classified by the world as powerless even though it is simply not true.” 

The gold eyed girl picked up Izuku's notebook from the ground and flipped to the back page before beginning to write as the boy mulled over her words. “And the second thing?”

Varen handed him his notebook back. “Look into the things I’ve written down on the back page there. Sorry for using your book to write them by the way. I didn't exactly think I’d run into you so fast after arriving here. Look into them and send a message to the number at the bottom if you wanna learn more in the future.” 

Izuku nodded and Varen stood back up, holding a hand to the boy. “With that said let’s get off this roof huh?” 

He nodded, taking the hand as flames appeared around them. The boy yelped and jumped towards Varen, who laughed softly as the flames died down. Izuku opened his eyes to the shock of the alley behind the building. 

“There we go, nice and safe on the ground.” 

“What just happened?” 

“I told you, didn't I? Just because you’re quirkless doesn’t mean you’re powerless.” Varen began walking away. “Look into the things I listed out and think it over for a bit. I'll be around town somewhere till then.” She turned around at the mouth of the alley. “Until we meet again, kid.” 

Izuku could only wave as she walked away, taking a minute to digest the new information as she walked away. When he was finally able to move he ran to the main road and looked around for the woman to no avail. With a sigh he started the trek home.

At about the halfway mark he saw a group gathered for a villain attack and joined to see what it was about, only to see that it was the being from earlier that tried to kill him.

And it had Kachan.

No thought beyond ‘help him’ crossed the green boy's mind as he took off towards the villain, throwing his backpack at the beings eye and digging into the sludge around the blonde. Much to the latters irritation.

“What are you doing Deku! I don’t need your help!” 

“I know, but my body moved before I could think! I couldn’t just let you die here!” 

‘I need to get space around Kachan to break the grip. Sludge is acting like a suction cup, unless I can break the seal I’m not going to make headway!’

The wind was picking up around the three beings. Izuku could feel it. He could feel the way it bent and turned around the buildings on either side of him. How it fluctuates between warm and cool pockets. 

How it ran along the edge of where the sludge ended and Kachan began. How it weaseled its way between the two to allow enough air between the two beings to break the seal and pull the boy out. Just in time for All Might to emerge once again and punch the villain into the stratosphere, changing the weather around them all. 

Kachan was pulled away to the medics as Izuku was surrounded by heroes who berated him for running into the fight. Izuku didn’t hear what they were saying though as he started off into the crowd, locking eyes with a certain gold eyed woman who stood next to a man with white hair and sea glass green eyes. Both nodded to him with smiles before walking away. 

“Are you even listening to us, boy?” Izuku snapped his attention to the hero talking to him, Death Arms to be exact. Izuku’s eyes narrowed at the hero. 

“I hear you loud and clear.” His voice was low, cold. Something snapped into clarity for the boy as he stood up and looked Death Arms in the eye, paying no mind to Kamui Woods next to him. “I hear that you would rather let a kid die than allow another kid to save him. I hear someone who decided that the conditions weren’t optimal for his success, so he decided to sit twiddling his thumbs on the sideline.”

Death Arms stood shocked, staring at the boy who’s gaze had sharpened in a second flat. Izuku continued. “Kamui Woods standing to the side I get. Kachan has an explosive, fire adjacent quirk that he was using with reckless abandon, he wouldn’t have been able to get close enough to help. After all this is, what, his third day on the job since his debut? That makes sense and was most likely the best call he could have made. You have been in the field long enough to know better.” 

Izuku then walked away, leaving the two heroes in silent shock, and started towards home. Only to be stopped by the same loud blonde. 

“Deku! Don’t think for a second that you’re above me because of this! I would have been fine without your interference!”

‘You would have died without my help, but go off I guess. It’s what you’re good at after all.’ He wanted to voice the thought out loud, but the stinging pain in his shoulder made him reconsider the option and stood silent as Kachan finished his rant and walked away. 

Izuku took a breath before walking again, only to be stopped another block down by the smaller version of All Might. ‘I just want to go home for God Sakes!’ 

“My boy, I have to apologize for what I told you earlier.” The older man started. “The things I said were uncalled for and without proper thought. What I saw earlier with that other boy was something I have not seen in a long time, and I do believe you can become a hero.” 

Izuku began to cry, in part from the words spoken and part from just the continuous stress during the last not even two hours of his life. The man walked over and rested a hand on his head until Izuku lifted it to face him. 

“A lot has happened to you today, young Midoryia, take the weekend to think things over and clear your thoughts. If you still want to be a hero I will be at Dagobah Beach come Monday at 9AM. Come see me there, I will help you achieve your goal.” 

Izuku nodded and the scrawny man walked away, leaving the boy to his thoughts as he walked home. 

Entering the house he greeted his mom, informing her on the morning’s villain attack and conveniently leaving out the afternoon's events as they ate dinner. After helping her clean up he went to his room and sat at his computer opening the search engine, his notebook to the last page where the research points were left for him, and a fresh notebook to begin the task. 

~~THINGS TO LOOK UP FOR THE POSSIBLE FUTURE~~ -Alchemy -Witchcraft -Chemistry -Supernatural creatures and things ← not as important as the above but a baseline in nice to have -Ruby Vipers, New Jersey ← That’s us hi! Also not as important just thought the info would be nice to have (***) *** **** ← me  Good Luck! :) VB/M

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Next Chapter (TBA)

[excutient]

It gets lonely as hell at the top of the world.

Lucky for Fuyuhiko, he’s never really alone.

Or maybe it’s not luck, because he’s found himself sat on the edge of a skyscraper with the two craziest fuckers he knows. And who’s luckier than Nagito, anyway? Or Servant, Fuyuhiko guesses, because that’s what his friend keeps insisting he goes by now. Fuyuhiko thinks it’s fucking weird, but Nagito likes weird, and who is he to judge anyway?

But Kazuichi isn’t anyone to judge either, but he’s still got shit to say about it, “But for real, what the hell is with that collar? I can’t say I get the whole ‘servant’ thing, but it’s not like you’re their pet. It’s even got a leash for crying out loud!” It’s not like Fuyuhiko disagrees though, the chain linked leash is pretty fuckin’ weird.

“I’m certain it would make you feel better if I told you it were to sell the bit, but the truth is I’m rather fond of it!” Nagito sighs as he twirls the chain in his hands, the far off look in his eyes like always, “You don’t have to be here visiting me anyhow, you know? I’m sure it’s absolutely boring and a waste of time to be hanging around trash like me.”

“If it was boring, you know I wouldn’t even fuckin’ be here.” Fuyuhiko barks back, and it’s true. He can’t sit around wasting his fuckin’ time being bored. It’s honestly one of the reasons he’s here anyway. Peko’s gone off on a mission with Ibuki, but only after making sure a million damn times that it was okay with him, that he knew she’d be back. Of fucking course she’ll be back, but she kept insisting she would because she belongs to him. It drives him fucking crazy to do that constant back and forth with her, but she’ll always insist she’s a tool, and he’ll always insist she’s not. Honestly though, they need that fight just to keep from being bored. Just to feel shit.

Everything is so fucking boring if it’s not on fire or bleeding, but that’s what makes it so damn delicious to finally see everything go up in flames. Still, that’s why he couldn’t just sit around and wait for her to come back, so he dragged Kaz along to Towa City. He knew Kaz was bored as hell without any more executions to maintain, without that damn killing game, and Fuyuhiko wanted to make sure a certain lucky bastard hadn’t gotten himself killed yet. So, here they are.

It seems like Kaz really is just as restless too, because he twitches impatiently while they sit up there, “You know, I really thought you would be up to something crazier. You’re just making milkshakes while you watch kids murder adults. And Makoto’s damn sister is running around with a Megaphone as a weapon?! It’s weird for sure, but is it really fun for you?” Fuyuhiko doesn’t know why Kaz even asks. At least Nagito has the decency to make his hope-fucker speeches new and improved every time he gives one, but it’s easy as hell to tell that’s where this is headed.

Of course Nagito is predictable as he always is, it’s somehow real endearing and real fuckin’ annoying all at once. But at least it’s interesting, “Well of course you have to go through all the ridiculous set up in order for the grand finale to play out! If I want hope and despair to clash in a show of beautiful fireworks, I have to do my job and be patient. When Miss Komaru aids this city in rising from the ashes, it will be a most wonderful hope! I can’t bear to miss it.” Nagito wraps his arms around himself tightly in the way that he does when he gets real lost in himself. His eyes get so vacant, like the only thing that exists inside his head is the constant crashing of waves of hope and despair, and Nagito is just riding his lucky lil’ surfboard.

Looking at Kaz though, it’s plain on his face he’s just as lost as ever, “I mean, I guess, but you didn’t really answer my questions. Is it fun?”

When Nagito turns to look Kazuichi in the eyes, Fuyuhiko can already tell that pressing the ‘fun’ factor was a big fucking mistake.

“Ah, so it’s about fun for you, is it? You indulge in horrible crimes against humanity as a fun game? I see,” Nagito chuckles to himself, getting up to fully stand on the ledge. He grabs two backpacks and throws one in each of their directions, “Well, then let’s have some fun!” He grabs one backpack and looks at it, contemplating it for just a second before looking between his two friends. His eyes land on Fuyuhiko, and he throws the backpack at the other’s chest.

Then, Nagito just winks at him before dropping backwards, falling from the skyscraper.

Kaz, being the dumbass that he is, scrambles trying to get up and get on his backpack, “You’re such a jerk, you know that?!” And he immediately jumps off right after. Fuyuhiko just sighs, throwing on his backpack as he throws himself off along with them.

It’s a tall ass skyscraper, and a long way down. Fuyuhiko falls and falls face up through the thick fog made of pure pollution, feeling it fill his lungs to blacken them. He just stares at the sky, endlessly red and looking like it could swallow him absolutely goddamn whole. For a moment, he feels like he’s falling up. The sky calls to him, pulls him in and threatens to consume him in its crimson. It’s the same way the crimson of blood calls to him, reminds him he can’t live without it’s constant spill. The sky calls, promises to him he’d never have to spill himself again. If he just drowned in this, then he would forever be in a euphoric despair. If he just let himself fall, the split crack of his bones would sing his ass to sleep.

The sky’s voice sounds just like Junko’s, and that’s not at all surprising. He’s sure as shit she can see it all through her eye that had been forced into his right socket. She can see it, and she wants to fucking feel it, and she wants him to feel it all with her. She wants to watch him fucking give up what little he has left, wants him to die next to his dumbass friends. She wants Peko to tear herself apart looking for him, and when Peko finally does find his broken body, blood dried a long ass time ago, Junko wants to envy the all consuming despair that will come from that. Fuyuhiko doesn’t want to leave Peko, he’s never fucking wanted to leave her side, but if he could give her this.. If he could let himself crash and give her that despair, would he finally have been worthy of her?

All of that stops dead in its tracks when he finally catches up with Kaz and Nagito. Fuyuhiko suddenly remembers himself and springs into action, grabbing Nagito mid air and forcing the parachute on his back, “You’re a fucking asshole, you know that! This ain’t luck, you’re only gonna get out of this shit alive thanks to me!” Fuyuhiko tries to scream over the wind, but Nagito just gives him a cheeky ass look and shrugs. Fuyuhiko just rolls his eyes as he pulls the strings to release Nagito’s parachute, before him and Kaz pull their own.

They all just hang out in the air, drifting down the rest of the way while Fuyuhiko fantasizes about all the ways he could absolutely fucking kill Nagito. He doesn’t know if that’s enticing because he’s furious at the bastard, or because he cares about him so damn much. Maybe it’s both.

Once they get to the ground, safe and laying on their parachutes, Fuyuhiko stares up at the sky again as he catches his breath. It doesn’t say anything to him, just watches. He kinda wishes Junko would say something, but she’s gone now, some of the only pieces left of her kept by two of the most fucked up bastards in the world just laying here on the pavement. But Fuyuhiko can’t see out of his eye, and Nagito can’t move his hand, and even that’s so damn despairing in its own way.

Suddenly, Nagito starts laughing hysterically, and Fuyuhiko turns to face him. He’s laughing, but his eyes are swirling again, and tears are running from his eyes too. It’s honeslty a beautiful fucking sight, seeing how overcome and torn apart Nagito is by hope and despair constantly at war in his brain. Nagito is always pretty but… but this is so damn breathtaking.

“Well? Wasn’t that fun?!” Nagito asks after his laughter dies down. Kaz looks like he’s about to commit a fucking murder right then and there, but he just starts screaming at the bastard instead. Fuyuhiko watches the scene for a moment, before rolling his eyes and rolling back over to stare up at the sky.

In its own horrible and fucked up way, it was fun. But that’s the only kind of fun Fuyuhiko has these days anyways. It’s the only kind he wants, he craves this feeling, which is why he shoots and cuts and burns just to fucking feel something. He doesn’t know if he’s happy or not that all he had to do this time was fall from a building. He didn’t even fucking break anything.

“Well,” Fuyuhiko snaps out of it when he feels Nagito nudge him, “You look like you had fun!” Nagito beams at him, but his eyes are still puffy and a tear rolls down his face. Suddenly, he’s moving towards Fuyuhiko, and brushes his thumb against the other’s face. It’s only then Fuyuhiko realizes he was crying, too. When the hell did that happen? He can’t really think about it too hard, not when Nagito is staring at him so damn intensely while he waits for an answer. His eyes are clear for the first time in.. well who fucking knows how long, and Fuyuhiko can’t make himself look away. Nagito’s hand is still on his face.

But then Kazuichi breaks the moment, squawking at them both, “Hey! Can you guys please not be weird right now, we seriously almost just died!”

Shoving Nagito away, Fuyuhiko yells right back, “Yea well it’s all fucking thanks to me this bastard is even alive.” But he’s ignored as Kaz keeps yelling at them, and Nagito just laughs. God, Fuyuhiko really can’t fuckin’ stand his friends.

He doesn’t know what he’d do without them.

[buckybraneslover111]

Love p.2 - B.B.

summary: after the bombing in Vienna, Bucky was forced to come out of hiding, because he is framed for it. You and Steve found out where Bucky was living and decided to pay him a visit. After getting caught and arrested, they took Bucky to be evaluated, only for him to go rouge on everyone. What happens when you try to get him to come back to normal?

a/n: do not repost, translate or copy my work, also gif is not mine! credit to the creator. minor do not read!!

warnings: fighting, gun violence, mention of blood, smut 18+, lovemaking, breed kink, crying, choking(non-sexual), fluffy fluff:)

You and Steve snuck into Bucky’s apartment he had been hiding in since he pulled Steve out of the water that night, and now that you got the news about the bombing and it potentially being Bucky who did it, you were both concerned. You both looked around, moving trash around and looking behind everything. Steve grabbed a notebook that was on top of the fridge as you walked over to him looking over his shoulder, he flipped through the pages and found a picture of himself and a picture of you. 

“Heads up guys, German Special Forces approaching from the south,” Sam said in your earpieces.

“Understood,” Steve said. You peaked over your shoulder to see Bucky standing in the middle of the room. You tapped Steve and he turned around facing Bucky with you. You both looked at Bucky as he stared at both of you sternly. “Do you know us?” 

“You’re Steve and your y/n. I read about you both in a museum.” Bucky looked down at his feet then back up at both of you.

“I know you are nervous, you have every right to be. But you are lying.” Steve said.

“I wasn’t in Vienna, I don't do that anymore,” Bucky said.

“They're entering the building,” Sam said.

“Well, the people who think you did are coming here now, and they are not planning on taking you alive,” you said as you took a step closer to Bucky as he stepped back.

“That's good, great strategy,” Bucky said looking nervous.

“They’re on the roof, I'm compromised,” Sam said hearing the footsteps approach the door. 

“This doesn't have to end with a fight, Buck,” Steve said.

Bucky sighed, “It always ends in a fight.” he took off his gloves and sighed.

“Five seconds,” Sam said.

“Steve...” you looked at Steve.

Steve said to panic, knowing you didn't have much time, “You pulled me from the river why?” 

“I don't know.” Bucky looked straight at Steve.

“Yes, you do.” 

“BREACH! BREACH!” 

...

After getting caught by the German police and getting taken back to the headquarters where they put Bucky in a holding chamber, where they locked him up to get evaluated. You, Steve, and Sam all got an ear full from Natasha and Tony, but you were more concerned about if Bucky was alright. You sat at the table and looked through the glass at Bucky on camera as he was just sitting there with the German investigator. Sam came up on the side of you and put his hand on your shoulder causing you to jump a little, looking at him and then back at the camera. 

“You alright y/n?” he said softly.

“Yeah, I just wanna make sure he is okay.” you nodded crossing your arms on your chest. Sam looked down and noticed the ring on your finger.

“You still wear your wedding ring?” he said.

You looked up at him sighing, looking back at the camera, “Yeah.” You loved Bucky very much and you just wanted to kiss him all over and tell him how much he means to you. You knew you couldn’t because of certain circumstances but just wearing the ring made you believe that one day you could share the love with him and let him know how much he means to you. You were watching the interview happening on the cameras when all of a sudden the power goes out. You jumped up and looked at Steve and Sam then at Sharon. “What happened?!” 

“Sub-level five, east wing,” Sharon said to the three of you. You all got up and ran down to the sub-level, hoping to get to Bucky in time. When you guys reached the sub-level, you noticed all the guards were knocked out. Steve walked into the room and was talking to Zemo as you and Sam looked at Bucky. Sam turned around and Bucky swung at him hitting the wall and breaking it. He grabbed Sam and punched him then grabbed his jaw and threw him across the room collating with the base he was in before. Steve pushed you out of the way as he and Bucky started to fight.

“Y/n, run!” Steve yelled. Bucky kept fighting him until he punched Steve down the elevator shoot. You stood by the stairway, Bucky turned to look at you as he cracked his neck. You gulped and ran up the stairs, Bucky following you close behind. You made it to the upper level and turned around to face Bucky, slowly walking backward. He looked at you with no emotions, like you were his prey. 

“Bucky, I don't want to fight you, please.” you looked behind him and saw Tony as he motioned you to stay quiet. You needed to distract Bucky long enough for Tony. to sneak attack him. “Bucky, this isn't you,” you slowly started to back away from him, “You don't hurt people. Please snap out of it.” Bucky picked up a gun that was on the floor and he aimed it at you. “Please.” Tony came out from behind the corner and shot two shock ways at Bucky as you moved out of the way, picking up two guns from the floor, and putting one in your back pocket. The two men continued to fight until Tony was knocked to the floor. Sharon came up and started fighting him, only to be thrown into tables. You quickly got up and jumped onto his back, putting him in a headlock to cut off his breathing. He struggles a bit to get you off, then quickly walks backward into a wall, causing you to let go and groan.

He turned quickly and punched the wall near your head, you quickly moving out of the way. You punched him in the stomach and kicked him away from you. He stumbled back and you jumped onto a chair and tried to kick him, but he grabbed both your legs, wrapping them around his neck as he held you up from your back. He slammed onto a table, your legs tightening around his neck to hold him there. He reached down with his metal arm and wrapped his hand around your neck and started to squeeze, causing you to take short breaths. “B-Bucky! At least you could try to recognize me.” you groaned as he squeezed your neck a little tighter. Your eyes begin to water, wrapping your hands around his metal wrist, you both looking into each other's eyes. “J-James...” you said softly, trying to get air to your lungs, “James...please...” For a moment, you can see in his eyes that he knows who you are. You were the only person who was allowed to call him James, he hated it, but you loved it. Everyone called him Bucky because he didn't like his first name, but for you, you could call him whatever you wanted. His face begins to soften, the grip on your neck loosens, and you gasp for air, getting your lungs full again. 

“B-Bunny…” he whispered to you, a spec of hope running through your eyes.

“I-I can’t breathe Bucky…” he still had a hold on your neck and he pulled his hand away and let go of you. You took in deep breaths and he stumbled back looking down at his hands.

“I-I-…” he was cut off by Kei kicking him.

…

Bucky groaned waking up, his metal arm stuck under a machine to prevent him from hitting anyone. You were sat down in front of him, with your knees to your chest, your head resting on them. Sam stood on the side of you and looked at him, “Steve.” he yelled out. Steve walked over to where you guys were. Sam shook you awake, “Y/n wake up.” You groaned and opened your eyes and stood up quickly looking at Bucky.

“James…” you took a step towards him and he looked up at you with a small smile.

“I wish I could remember you…”

“Don’t even bother y/n. He says he can’t remember but he is a liar.” Steve scoffed.

“I remember you, Steve, just not her.” he looked up at you. You walked over to Bucky and slapped him across the face. Sam went to go pull you away, but Steve stopped him. Bucky turned to look back at you and he sighed.

“I deserved that.”

“You remember him but not me?! Your wife for 4 years?!” you didn’t realize you were crying until you let out a sob.

“I’m sorry,” he said softly.

“I get nothing?! Nothing?!” you punched him in his chest and then in the face. Steve walked over and pulled you away from him. Bucky spits blood out and he looked at both of you.

“I deserved that. I’m guessing I went rogue again?”Bucky looked at Steve.

“Yeah, and you nearly killed her Buck.” Steve said, “But we need your help.”

“My help?”

…

After a long fight, you and everyone else returned to the compound. You walked to the elevator with everyone then turned around when you didn’t see Bucky. You looked at him as he was just standing there in silence. You walked over to him and he looked at you, “If you want, you can come up to my room and shower before you go.” Bucky looked at you with a little happiness in his eyes. He was going to go to Wakanda to get help to break himself free of Hydras' hold over him. He nodded and you turned towards the elevator, everyone getting in, letting you two come in. The door opened up on your floor and you and Bucky stepped out. He followed you to your room as you opened the door letting him go first.

“Y/n?” Steve said as you turned to him, “Are you going to be okay?”

“Yeah, thanks.” you smiled a bit then walked into the room. Bucky stood by the table awkwardly, avoiding eye contact with you. You toss your tactical gear on the table, “Follow me.” you walked to your bathroom and turned on the shower getting it to a warm temperature. You started to strip your clothes, Bucky turning away from your naked form. You looked back at him, then turned away, “You don’t have to join me, but figured we could save water.” You stepped into the shower closing the glass door behind you, standing under the water letting it run down your face, sweat and blood falling off of you. You hummed at the warm feeling of the water relaxing your muscles. Before you could reach for the shampoo, you heard the glass door open and shut, feeling a presence behind you. You looked back up at Bucky as he towered over you.

“Save water,” he said softly.

You nodded and rinsed out your hair, moving forward out of the way of the showerhead, allowing Bucky to step forward, letting the warm water run down his body. You turned around, his back facing you, his head tilted up to let the water run down his long hair. You wrapped your arms around his waist, your hands on his stomach, resting your head between his shoulders. You noticed his breathing was uneven and you heard him sniffle. “It’s okay Bucky.”

“I want to remember y-you. I-I want to feel loved again.” he let out little hiccups as he cried silently letting tears fall down his face.

“Shhh it’s okay Bucky.” you kissed his shoulder. He turned around in your arms and looked around at you as your bodies pushed together.

“W-What if I can’t remember you? What if I go to Wakanda and they can’t help me and I-I’m just this killing machine and I can’t stop. I want to love you again. I wanna know what it’s like to feel that way again.” he held your cheeks with his hands, looking into your eyes with his glossy, teary blue ones.

“If you want to remember then go to Wakanda and get help. I’ll be here, waiting. I haven’t given up on you Bucky. I waited 43 years to finally see you again, I can wait even longer if that means I get to have you back.” you whispered to him, your lips close to his.

“What was the nickname I gave you? I-I remember I called you it before.” he sniffled.

“Bunny.” you blushed a little at the nickname. He gave you that name when you first started dating because you were always so cheerful and outgoing while he was the opposite.

“Bunny…” he said softly, “Kiss me.” he ran his thumb over your bottom lip, leaning in, kissing you with a lot of passion, you returned the kiss and pulled him closer to you if that was possible. He pushed you up against the shower wall, pulling away to kiss your neck. You moaned out his name wrapping your fingers in his hair to keep him close to you.

“Make love to me James.” you moaned softly closing your eyes. You felt his hard-on press up against your stomach, his eagerness getting ahead of him, pulling your leg up to wrap around his waist. “James, take it slow.” you pulled him off your neck as his blue eyes were dark orbs now. “Please.” he put your leg down and turned you around so your chest was against the shower wall. You pant feeling him rub his tip against your weeping hole. 

“Shhh, I got you,” he whispers in your ear, sliding himself into you, both of you moaning at the contact. He pushed in deep, allowing you to feel every vein and inch of him until he was all the way inside of you. 

“B-Buck...” you close your eyes moaning at the feeling.

“I-Its okay, I’m right here.” he pulled out until only the tip was in then he pushed back into you slowly groaning at your tightness. You put your hands against the shower wall trying to grip onto something as he started a slow hard pace, groaning in your ear every once in a while. You were a moaning mess, moaning his name and profanity. He put one hand on your hip and one hand on top of yours against the shower wall, your fingers interlocking with his. You threw your head back as one particular thrust hits against the squeezy thing inside of you. 

“I-I love you James.” you moaned loudly, his thursts picking up in pace, his balls slapping against your clit, “I’m close!” you can feel the coil in your stomach begin to tighten, your orgasm approaching you quickly, his thrusts getting harder, hitting your spot every time. You gripped his hand hard, your orgasm taking over you, your legs shaking as you came around his cock. “James! Fuck! Cum inside me please!” you threw your head back against his shoulder as he was trying to catch his own orgasm. 

“Yeah?! You want me to fill you up? Breed your little hole? Put a baby in you?!” he pinned both of your hands against the shower wall above your head, his thrusts getting faster and deeper. 

“Yes! Give it to me Bucky! Fill me up!” you moaned loudly turning your head to look into his eyes. He looked into yours, lust running through his. “T-Tell me you l-love me, please?” tears started to form in your eyes as you both looked into each other's souls. 

“I-I love y-you.” he leaned in, kissing you deeply, pushing deep inside of you, filling you up with his cum. He pulled away and leaned his forehead agaisnt the shower wall as you both breathed heavily. “I love you bunny...” 

He pulled out of you and you both finished your shower, washing and kissing each others body. You turned off the shower and stepped out handing him a towel while you wrap yourself in one. Following him out of the bathroom, you walked to your closet putting on a pair of biker shorts and a long shirt. Bucky put on his boxers, sitting on the bed looking at you. You walked over to him standing between his legs, running your hands through his hair, “You didnt have to tell me you loved me. It was the heat of the moment and I...” 

He cut you off, “I do love you, I just wish I could be the man you had before.” he rubbed your hips under your shirt.

“I love you Bucky...” you kissed the top of his head, resting your head on his. “I got you something, you dont have to wear it, i just want you to have it.” you reached in your nightstand and took out a box handing it to him. He put his vibranium arm around your waist and opened the box seeing a wedding band. “This isn't your exact wedding ring, but its similar and I want you to have it. I want you to know that you arent doing this for me, but you are doing this for yourself, to be a better person. Like I said, I will be here waiting for you when you are ready.” you hugged his neck as you felt a wet spot on your shirt from him crying. 

“T-Thank you.” he hugged your waist as you both stood there in silence, savoring the last moments you will have together until he comes back, not knowing how long that would be. 

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