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alright so i've been obsessing over family man and the more i think about it the more i'm convinced that the cat is gonna come out of the bag at some point. gojo might not want reader to know about jujutsu society, but becoming MRS gojo kinda puts a giant target on her back and the back of her baby and it's unfortunate that she doesn't know it. but. reina is capable of becoming a sorcerer, right?
how do we think familyman!gojo would be like as a dad during her upbringing, especially her teen years, when kids become far more interested in asserting themselves and differentiating themselves from their parents? would he be more controlling of her and if so when? he's so lenient with kids and encouraging them to grow they way they really want to, and i think this gojo would be like that as a dad as well. except. how it could implicate his relationship with reader.
would reina become a student at the tech, or would gojo try to keep her in the dark, too? gaslight her? or maybe worse, let her in on jujutsu society and try to turn it into an 'our little secret' thing, encouraging her to keep anything like that from her mom and sort of delude her into thinking she's protecting her mom by keeping her in the dark as much as possible. (rip kiyo and unnamed grandpa you have no chance at having any serious influence over gojo reina's life now even if you did love her, god forbid satoshi's influence be allowed to surface anywhere)
what would that be like for reader to have her daughter become a sorcerer and not really know it? for gojo to put a wedge between the two of them and keep the two of them from being able to honestly communicate with each other? would he intentionally try to make it a wedge? would he want what's best for reina (having an open and honest relationship with her mom) or would securing reader's ignorance be his number one concern?
what would it be like for him to even become reina's teacher? how would that influence his relationship with her? because canon gojo, i could see him trying to be the best dad he could be no matter what blood relation, and i think out of all the yan's familyman!gojo is amongst the closest to canon gojo in terms of disposition and circumstances (which is probably why he thrills me aslkjjsa),
but. the yan factor. how would reina having more agency and being in the position she is in change everything? and also. this reader isn't dumb. prone to missing things and denial, sure, she's kinda occupied with a LOT. but. i think she'd notice if something was up with reina. she already kinda notices that something's up with gojo, especially after he's made his romantic intentions apparent.
wouldn't reina inheriting her father's cursed technique just about ruin everything for gojo? because as much as she might not want to, this reader can connect the dots.
so like...as cruel as it is to say, the only reason gojo rlly cares about reina is cuz she's ms.sawai's daughter. he kinda sees reina as an extension of miss sawai. as we saw in the fic, he kept obsessing over how similiar miss sawai and reina were. as reina gets older, their relationship with eachother will get more distant. yknow how some parents only want babies and not humans? yeahhhh thats gojo! so he's not gonna be as controlling over her as he would be on miss sawai+any kids they have together. reina gets the best scenario in this case
i think i mentioned this in another ask but reina is a sorcerer and will have ce. so yes miss sawai will also learn about curses as well as how important gojo is buuuut miss sawai isnt gonna be able to put together the dots of what rlly happened to satoshi cuz there's no real papertrail. gojo is able to keep the stuff that he wants secret, a secret.
as for reina, due to miss sawai, i dont think she'll fully become a sorcerer (aka go to jujutsu tech/learn about CE). miss sawai wants reina to live a normal happy life. buuut the same cannot be said for the children miss sawai has with gojo. even if miss sawai tries to plead the case for them to live normally, gojo+ the clan wont accept it. he's gonna consider those extensions of himself and so ya, their all gonna be sorcerers.
strangely enough, Gojo's favorite kid will be reina. again, its mainly due to him seeing her as an extension of you, but he prefers her over his biological children.
and reina wont inherit satoshi's technique cuz the technique wasnt an inherited technique! but for the sake of discussion...i still dont think miss sawai would be able to put the dots together. despite how crazy the jjk world is..how can you figure out that your now husband fell in love with you via switching bodies with your late-husband and then got so jealous he wound up killing him to take his place???
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AITA for being the reason my mom and her boyfriend broke up?
My (23) mom has been with this person since I was 7 years old. They do not nor have they ever lived together (in fact, he lives a state away and drives here every thursday-sunday). To his credit, he has shown up for me for orchestra concerts, graduation, flight pick ups, etc almost my whole life whereas my dad has not. However I have not liked him since I was around 17 years old (we were in the middle of a very long drive two states away from home yet AT NIGHT. My mom has high anxiety and can't see very well at night and he screamed at her for not driving but then didn't even stop the car to let her drive anyway?? And when she started crying he jerked the radio up to the highest volume and ignored me kicking and yelling at him in the back because I could've driven instead but whatever)
Anyway. He has a history of tantrums and outbursts like the above. He's never been violent, but one time he hid my mom's cat's ashes just to upset her. He broke her potted plants, showed up at her work to yell at her more, etc. Thanksgiving of 2020, he had me cornered against the wall and was screaming in my face about how ungrateful and disrespectful I am because I didnt talk to him enough while I was home for break. We ended up having to leave our house and stay at a friend's.
And yet my mom forgave him because he cried and apologized to her. But never to me. And she expected me to forgive and move on because she "knows he has a good heart."
Anyway anyway, my mom knew how I felt after that. To prevent him having meltdowns on Christmas or his birthday or fathers day, she would get him gifts and put my name on them. Which I never asked her to do.
Well this year for Christmas he decided I once again was not being grateful or respectful or appreciate enough to/for him. My mom told me to call him and apologize and I said no, because he's never apologized to me and I didn't think I had even done anything. Plus, if I DID apologize out of nowhere for not meeting his expectations he would've known my mom told me to do so.
I was on the long drive home for break when they got into a big fight about me. He asked her if she would choose him or me and she chose me. He broke the brand new TV she bought him for Christmas and the entertainment stand it was on. They haven't seen each other since.
My mom says it's not my fault, but I feel like I've always been the one wedging between them. I'm the one who couldn't let things go, I'm the one who obviously avoids him, I'm the one who won't accept his apologies through a third party. She says this is for the best because they're on different paths and now she can focus on herself, her own happiness, and her faith (which is very important to her and not at all for him).
I just wish my mom was able to come to this conclusion without me being the catalyst. There had to have been a better way to go about this. I don't think I'm blameless here. AITA?
What are these acronyms?
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PLEASE make Whitewater be the one who kills Weaselkit. It would be so (tragically) cool, like just thinking about it reminds me of other amazing BB scenes like the Elderberry and Ferncloud scene but on a smaller, background character scale. It would also be a cool parallel type thing to Spiderleg who attempts to kill his son during the same battle. Obviously Spiderleg and Toadstep donât personally care about the death of a non-Thunderclan kit, so itâs not like they would be aware of the other family murder happening, but WE would know. And we would be shitting our pants. (Iâm a sucker for generational trauma and parents failing to protect their children in fiction please mister bonefall)
I HAVE to do it. It fits too well. It's absolutely shockingly tragic and horrrible. Hell opened up and Owlclaw's worst nightmare came lunging out. I have so many thoughts.
Owlclaw has had a whole life dealing with the neglect and abuse he went through, taking it out on others as a bully, and it's only now seeming to get any better
Mentor Oakfur being even more of a parent to him than any other apprentice he's had, knowing Owlpaw needed it.
Whitewater had FINALLY died. It hurt like nothing else, because in spite of everything he loved his mother... but he was FREE
And maybe she was, too. Maybe in StarClan she could watch over him, perhaps now with distance her memory can be something positive.
There was a time he might have wished suffering on her. But he's going to be a dad, now. He's learned that holding onto grudges never seems to do anything constructive.
He started his new life with Pinenose, still in their honeymoon phase. They're a young couple and everything is moving fast, they're welcoming two little twins.
Weaselkit and... Happykit. He still thinks it's silly, but he said it as a sardonic joke because he couldn't think of a good name and Pinenose beamed. How could he burst her bubble?
He has NO idea that his mother didn't ascend to StarClan. Shes doonstairs. He's daring to assume the best, and she's embracing the worst.
She doesn't need long to be completely onboard with Tigerstar's scheme. She didn't even need a discussion with Hawkfrost. The only reason StarClan would throw her down here is because there's a problem.
So, she'll put it right.
The IMMEDIATE validation she feels seeing Harespring training in the Dark Forest is intoxicating. They ARE cursed!! One of them already found its way here!
(AND the spawn of that damn TRAITOR, Crowfeather. The bastard who betrayed Mudclaw's coup.)
Harespring started training here out of curiosity, and a speck of heresy to be totally honest. He wanted to know his biofather, Mudclaw, and StarClan couldn't be all that wonderful if it would allow his brother Kestrelflight to be forced into the Cleric's den so young.
But NOW, having met Mudclaw and hearing his side of the story, and now WHITEWATER landing here as well...
...he has never had stronger faith in StarClan before. Mudclaw was horrible enough. Whitewater is unhinged.
There is no doubt in his mind that these two belong here. The sad stories are outweighed by cases like these, so in his opinion, there SURELY must be things he doesn't know about innocuous cats like Houndleap and Featherwhisker.
He hates coming here, every moment he's trapped with one of his bioparents is a moment he wishes he was spending with papa Torear.
Harespring betrays the Dark Forest the minute he has a chance to. But it doesn't stop Whitewater.
Weaselkit's death happened so fast and they were so young that Happykit can barely remember it. Was it after Dustpelt crunched? ...he thinks it was during.
I can't imagine Happykit will be told about Whitewater until he's much older, but... he knows Weaselkit's death is what drives the wedge between his parents
(Of course that's too simple to be correct. Happy's smart in the way that you get when you have to grow up quick, but still a kid at the end of the day. Owlclaw backslid into old, destructive ways. Pinenose can't handle him and their child and her grief at the same time. They were a young couple to begin with. It shattered like glass.)
I'm not sure who dealt with Whitewater during the Battle of the True Eclipse, but she is definitely double dead. Part of me wants to make it Spikefur, Pinenose's next mate. But Owlclaw dealing with his mother a minute too late, after FINALLY finding peace with it all, is also gut-wrenching.
#BB!Whitewater#BB!Pinenose#BB!Happyface#BB!Owlclaw#Better bones au#Battle of the true eclipse#Botte#BB!OOTS
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TFRB/TFRBA Headcanons
These are my AU, so donât take them seriously. And these are my Headcanons!
Blades loves Anime, specifically MHA(My Hero Academia)
Hotshot is good with dates, physics,geometry,and also BODMAS.
Hoist is an animal and nature lover.
Boulder is the tallest in human form.
Whirl loves doing gymnastics.
Blades is the shortest in human form.
The Bots and Recruits have special necklaces and earrings with Energon crystals so they can turn human.
Heatwave and Quickshadow are together(married)sparkmates.
Wedge loves to tease Hotshot.
Chase is the fastest, and loves writing poems and stories.
Bumblebee is Bladesâ best friend, and sees him as a brother.
Medix and Ratchet are related. Medix is Ratchetâs nephew.
Heatwave and Hotshot see each other as father and son. In fact, Heatwave adopted Hotshot.Â
Blurr is now a mentor at the academy, and his student is Snowflake(MY TFRBA oc)
Salvage makes new inventions with Frankie,Hoist and Doc Greene.
Medix is more mature and tries to go with the flow. But he does have autism and OCD. But heâs even funnier.
Hoist and Grimlock are buddies now.
Boulder is good with haircuts,he actually cut Bladesâ hair for the first time.
Wedge tries to be tough,but heâs a big softie.
Chase is more funny, and he would sometimes let the recruits take breaks.
Blades adopts a human girl named Meg after he and the team had saved her from bad foster care. He also adopted a young female baby Autobot named Arix.
The Rescue Bots and Recruits love playing games like Roblox, Minecraft and Gartic Phone.
Hotshot and Whirl both have ADHD.
Medix may have developed love interest for Snowflake.
Blades is married to his soulmate and teammate,Windblade!
Blades has agrophobia and is timid most of the time.
Blurr goes through depression and sometimes isnât sure if he was meant to be a Rescue Bot.
Whirl sees Chase as not only her idol, but as her dad and protector.
Cody would sometimes tell stories to the rescue bots.
Dani and Taylor started dating.Â
Chase is autistic.
Salvage is the second tallest in human form.
Quickshadow is the second shortest in human form.
Quickshadow loves spy movies and mystery films.
Blurr sings and writes his own songs and Salvage has known for a long time.
Heatwave enjoys watching rom-coms with Quickshadow.
In the future, Cody and Frankie get married.
Whirl and Hoist have feelings for each other.
There are tales about the Griffin Rock mermaid, and itâs real.
Sirena is the mermaid of Griffin Rock.
Dr Morocco once mind controlled Blades with a micro-chip to kill all the Rescue Bots and Recruits at the academy.
Heatwave and Blades are the only Rescue Bots married so far.
Hoist can be clumsy at times with inventions.
Medix not only likes bats and dogs, but heâs a big softie for cats.
Heatwave can have a big soft spot for babies.
Boulder likes watching earth romance movies.
The Burns family have necklaces with a bit of Energon crystals to have connections with the bots.
Blades once got near some sort of flower, it was actually a bush daisy, and he had an allergic reaction to them.
Hoist is allergic to pollen and peanuts.
Whirl loves watching Brooklyn Nine-Nine with Chase.(has to do with cops)
Chief Burns was Doc Greeneâs best man in his wedding with Professor Ana Baranova.
Hotshot isnât good at trying to not to laugh challenges.
Cody wants to be like his dad(Chief Burns), a police officer like him.
Snowflake(my RBA OC) is the shortest of the group, yet tries to be agile. But sheâs more on the gentle and sweet caring side of her.
Hotshot hugged Heatwave hard when there was an alligator or a crocodile near the academy. Hotshot is scared of big reptiles.
Wedge is still afraid of heights. He developed acrophobia(fear of heights), just like Blades.
Bumblebee knows sign language.
Hotshot is going through a bit of depression, and also tries to not feel sad when he thinks about his real parents and what happened to them.
Graham finally shared his feelings with Amy, and now theyâre dating.
Hope you all like these. For @asmoteeth @komicantspellanything @cayennesugar @cynthiadasorceress @sabiraclouds
#rescue bots blades#rescue bots#rescue bots heatwave#rescue bots boulder#rescue bots chase#rescue bots bumblebee#transformers rescue bots#rescue bots academy hoist#rescue bots academy#rescue bots blurr#rescue bots salvage#rescue bots quickshadow#tfrb blades#tfrb heatwave#tfrb blurr#tfrb boulder#tfrb chase#tfrb quickshadow#kade burns#cody burns#dani burns#graham burns#chief charlie burns#doc greene#tfrba#transformers#frankie greene#rescue bots academy hotshot#rescue bots academy whirl#rescue bots academy medix
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Can you tell us more about the Childhood Friends AU?
yeas
i guess i'll give some lil details abt it. this is gonna be long so under the cut it goes
sonic and scourge (also sonic at the time) meet each other when a portal opens up between their dimensions when theyre both about 10 years old. they both are pretty attuned to changes in their world, so they find it at the same time and are like "What The Heck You're Me!" but they hit it off pretty quickly bc they figure out the other one is just as fast as them and they race and a bond is formed.. they decide to call each other nicknames (buckles for prime sonic, shades for alt sonic bc at the time he's wearing the leather jacket + boots + shades) just to make things easier
for a little more context, in this au moebius is more like just. mobius but a little to the left. its not an opposite world like it is in canon, its just kinda...Different? if that makes sense? so shades isnt Nice, hes kind of a dick and he's rude, but he's not evil or malicious
buckles finds out after a while that shades has...not the best home life. his dad fuckin sucks. so shades stays with him and his nonna a lot (buckles' parents are gone already and he ends up staying with this sweet old cat lady he calls his nonna). this eventually culiminates into an awful thing when theyre about 14--shades ends up being pushed to the point of where he actually kills his dad. he doesnt show up for weeks, and buckles is worried, but he eventually shows up again, but hes different. hes not okay. and suddenly hes talking about how they cant be friends, how hes going to leave and never come back. and they have their first fight, which ends with shades leaving and buckles being left alone and devastated
they dont meet again until a couple years later when theyre both 16. shades had eventually returned to mobius and had been crashing there for a while, but he was stirring up trouble under the name of sonic. prime sonic finds him on angel island--apparently he had caused so much trouble that even sonic's enemies were targeting him now, so he wanted to use the master emerald to gain power so they'd stop messing with him. of course this goes south when he powers up with the emerald and knuckles defends it by slashing him across the chest during the transformation, interrupting it and putting him in a permanent half-super state (the green). he proclaims his new name is scourge, and they fight again, but scourge ends up using the master emerald to chaos control away, and once again they dont see each other for a while after that, bc then sonic is dealing with the Worst fucking year of his life (shadow, unleashed, forces). they basically dont talk again until theyre 19.
when they do talk again, sonic's really messed up from forces--the torture from infinite on the death egg really fucked him up and was making him question his reality even after everything. but scourge runs into him and knocks some sense into him (literally punches him in the face LOL) and sonic realizes this Is real, the war Is over, and everything fucking sucks. his nonna died while he was away. scourge doesnt take this well at all, and neither does sonic when he realizes its real, and they both kinda have a mutual breakdown moment because Neither of them were there when she passed and they both majorly regret it. but scourge still doesnt end up staying; he takes sonic to a nearby village when he falls asleep and then he leaves again. but that lets sonic know that scourge still does care about him, despite pushing him away for all these years. so hes going to figure out why, and bring back his friend.
they finally meet again post-frontiers, when sonic has a clearer head and has healed a lot. they fight again Of Course, but it ends up with scourge finally confessing why he'd run away so long ago, why he'd been trying so hard to push sonic away and drive a wedge between them to make sure sonic would Stay away--it was all because of the thing with his dad. he was ashamed of himself and didnt want his only best friend to see him as a murderer. but yknow what? sonic isnt fazed. he doesnt give a Shit. in fact he literally tells scourge that if scourge hadnt done it? sonic would have. jules was awful and beyond saving and the world was better off without him. scourge is shocked by all this, not really understanding...but they end up making up and finally, Finally becoming friends again
so thats the whole story LOL. ive been developing it w jester behind the scenes and while it isnt a Long au story its a fun and angsty one hehe. might be a little sonourge eventually. you know how it is
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Day 26.... pheeeew, we're nearing the end. I like drawing, but it's getting really exhausting now. Anyway. The topic for today is "catboy or catgirl" and who's the best cat dad in FF7 and why is it Wedge?
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You mentioned that itâs been 3 years since bringing Chester home. What has been the best part of being a âcat-dad?â
Oh there's a lot of reason but it's for sure the naps. I love hopping on the couch for a lunch-break nap and you just hear "Beeerp?" and then he comes over, asks for pets then plops right down on the blanket and passes out. Though lately Chester has been doing this thing where if I have a pillow that im holding he will come wedge his face between the pillow and the couch and rest his head on my side and look up at me, and it's INSANELY cute
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002. Do they do anything to celebrate their birthday?, 062. What sort of legacy does your character wish to leave behind?, & 098. Does your character like animals?
002. DO THEY DO ANYTHING TO CELEBRATE THEIR BIRTHDAY?
       his mother & father took him to the lake every year when he was a child, up until 6 years old. vincent vaguely remembers the warmth of the sun, tangy orange wedges & dry sugar-bombs for snacks. something red & fuzzy. a blanket, perhaps? he remembers the way the lake's surface rippled with each pebble his dad & him tossed & how every time they returned home, a birthday cake was waiting for him on the kitchen counter.
       evelyn threw him big birthday galas, despite his wish for something low-key, & they weren't even fun themed events. suit & tie. corporate colors. a required gift list that she'd made by herself thinking she knew what Vincent liked, & to her credit she managed to successfully guess at least half of his wish list, but his lack of involvement in his own party only curated the distaste for the day; making for a sour taste in his mouth --- except for the catering, now that he loved.
       after the divorce, he doesn't do much & is often too involved in his work to take a personal day off.
       in the vault, he & his colleagues devoted resources & time, despite vault tec's wish against extravagance usage of both, for parties filled with board games, word of mouth games, cringy decorations, & pantry food. something about these birthdays in his life ... the simplicity of them & the energy that swelled within the entire vault, they never got mundane nor did he ever have a bad birthday. the people he'd come to appreciate & respect showed him the same gratitude & earnest when throwing his parties & he did the same in return.
      leaving his vault, there isn't much he does to celebrate. one time he found a sweet roll & not knowing exactly what day it was, he celebrated his birthday for the hell of it by humming this old tune that played on a radio in the vault, though he could never hear through the static just exactly what the lyrics were.
062. WHAT SORT OF LEGACY DOES YOUR CHARACTER WISH TO LEAVE BEHIND?
     trick question. he doesn't want to leave any kind of legacy, but it's almost like a double edged sword; his condition allows him to be the face of vault tec's evil, however he carries that evil personally because he was vault tec. so currently, it's a testament to both outliving vault tech but also carrying on their name, if only by tragedy rather than title.
    no legacy here, except maybe in the people he manages to connect with. he'd like to be remembered as that guy that tried his best, despite always feeling like a gun was pointed to his head. oh, and that he was a science god.
098. DOES YOUR CHARACTER LIKE ANIMALS?
    he loves animals. has a soft spot for them.
    him & evelyn adopted an older tortoise shell kitty together, polly, & the old girl always found a spot on his lap while vincent was studying for his PhD. eventually, he put a scratching post & a cat bed in his office for her. she passed away sometime during the divorce, so neither evelyn nor vincent could take ownership of the sweet gal. she was old; showing signs of blindness & her hearing was slowly disappearing. he doesn't suspect anything other than old age when it comes to polly's passing.
#𩸠: headcanon . ⧽ â â here in the darkness / can you see yourself?#there is a pattern ... between him getting a divorce and his life in the vaults#and it's worth of it's own headcanon some day#also Polly and Vincent have my heart I#thank you for these!!
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#tag dump six#ooc#don't mind me#Fallen Cetra | AU Verse#One Winged Omega | AU Verse#that old asshole ~ Shinra Sr.#the angel of avalanche ~ Marlene#the last bond ~ Denzel#gonna miss me when i'm gone ~ Jessie#give'em hell badass ~ Biggs#best cat dad ~ Wedge#with a bite and a kiss ~ Leslie#the pole dancing glamorous dream ~ Andrea#take my hand and give me your safe word ~ Madame M#chocobo in a cowboy hat ~ Chocobo Sam#Bro! Brobrobro ~ Johnny#crush'em rip'em cut'em off ~ Corneo
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Autumn Falls: Monday (Pt.1)
Summary: Y/Nâs had a run of bad luck thatâs left her miserable, so her sister and best friend surprise her with a trip to Autumn Falls, the exclusive Californian resort where your every dream comes true. Seven days of relaxation and luxury await her, but will her vacation lift her spirits or leave her longing?
Pairings (reader is female): Negan x reader, Bucky Barnes x reader, Thor Odinson x reader, Sam Winchester x reader, Negan x reader x Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester x reader, Geralt of Rivia x reader, Steve Rogers x reader
Word Count: 37041
Warnings (expect any combination): slight angst and commiseration, non-disclosure agreements, flirting, conversations about relationships, oral sex, vaginal sex, public nudity and skinny dipping, size kink, sex in a hot tub, suspension (sort of), intense sex, breeding kink, yoga, my obsession with Samâs hands, massages, dirty talk, slight praise kink, vaginal fingering, anal fingering, and squirting, threesome, double penetration (vaginal/anal), handjobs, shower smut, sex in a kitchen, horse riding, wild nature sex, over-stimulation, excessive orgasms, comfort, companionship, aromatherapy and hot stone massages, anal sex, light BDSM, restraints, spanking/paddling, anal play, double penetration with toys, gagging, cuddling, post-vacation blues
MASTERPOST
Days had begun to blend together, each one beginning the same and ending the same. She got up, fed the cat, watered her withering house plants, went to work, drank too much coffee, ate too much fast food, and collapsed into bed when it was all done, ready to repeat it until she died. Since Everitt had dumped her for his younger, hotter mistress a year ago, Y/Nâs life had been on a downward spiral, where all she had left was her work and Jonas, her elderly cat who pee on her rug every morning at three.
It didnât help that her prolonged relationship had estranged her from most of her friends and family, something she realized now was down to her devious snake of an ex. She had never thought of herself as the sort of person who could be manipulated like that but it turned out, she was a fool for sweet promises that went unfulfilled.
Luckily, some of her friends hadnât forgotten her entirely, and sheâd never let Everitt drive a wedge between her and her sister, whoâd maintained a dislike of him the entire time while respecting Y/Nâs feelings. Now he was gone, Kelly didnât let up on her comments about him, though Y/N suspected it was mostly to make her feel better about being dumped. Along with Sarah, Y/Nâs best friend from high school, sheâd been there to pick her up when she was at her lowest, and it was partially their friendship that had kept her going through the long lonely month afterwards.
Friday night was girlsâ night. Kelly left her two young boys at home with their dad, and Sarah sent her boyfriend off to his favorite sports bar, and they descended on Y/Nâs tiny city apartment. Jonas would start hissing at the first sign of company and spend the whole night inside the laundry hamper snoring loud enough for anyone passing within a few feet to hear. It had become a regular fixture over the last few months, and after the week sheâd had at work, Y/N was looking forward to some downtime.
One bottle of wine in, and she could tell there was something going on that she wasnât clued in on. Both women had been sharing secretive little looks all evening, and it was beginning to bug her. âOkay, spill,â she drawled, picking up a fresh bottle of white wine from the rack. âThereâs something youâre not telling me.â
Kelly grinned, taking the bottle and twisting the cap off. âWe might have a little surprise for you.â
Y/Nâs eyes widened. âA surprise?â
Holding out her empty glass for a refill, Sarah smirked at her. âYou need a pick me up,â she said playfully, âand we happen to have just the thing.â
âLook,â Kelly continued, pouring out Sarahâs glass then turning her attention to her sisterâs, âitâs no secret youâve had a crappy year. And we both agreed that you needed a break.â
âIâm not gonna disagree,â Y/N chuckled. âBut I donât have time for a break.â
âYeah, about that,â Sarah murmured.
Kelly finished filling her own glass, placing the bottle on the coffee table. âWe already talked to Aunt Kathy,â she explained. âShe agreed with us. Now I know, you love your job, but youâve been working yourself to the bone. Kathy said you havenât taken a day off in six months. And she appreciates it but girl, you need to relax.â
Y/Nâs mouth opened and shut a few times before she scoffed and shook her head. âI know Iâve been a little -â
âAll work no play?â Sarah provided.
âDoesnât this count?â she argued back, sitting forward on the cushions. âSo maybe Iâve pulled a few weekends and late nighters.â
âHave you looked inside your fridge?â Kelly pointed out. âYouâve been existing, Y/N. And you need to be living.â She sighed, leaning her arm on her knee as she tapped one finger against the side of her glass. âAunt Kathy agreed with us anyway, sheâs given you two weeks off at the end of the month.â
Glaring at her sister, Y/Nâs mouth set into a thin line. âTwo weeks?â
âThatâs plenty of time to finish up anything you got going on and make arrangements for the rest. Donât worry about Jonas, weâre gonna take care of him,â Sarah assured her. âYouâre gonna love it.â
âLove what?â Y/N squeaked, completely bewildered. âWhere am I going for two weeks?â
Kelly shook her head. âJust the first week. The rest of the time is⌠well, itâs up to you.â
âKel, just tell me, please.â
The two women shared another look, both smiling, before placing their glasses on the table. Kelly got to her feet, disappearing off into the kitchen for a moment, returning with her purse. âAunt Kathy knows this guy who owns a spa retreat in California. Itâs very exclusive, invite only, no phones, no cameras.â She retrieved a leaflet from her purse, holding it out to Y/N. Y/N stared at it, hesitating before she took it. âItâs all legal and above board, Kath checked it out - sheâs been doing some business with the guy who owns it. And he was pretty grateful, told her if she wants an invite at any time, to let him know.â
The leaflet wasnât thick, and it looked like the usual standard spa resort; candlelit restaurants, a pool, hiking trails, massage rooms. Across the front, the name of the spa was written in delicate coral colored writing - Autumn Falls, where dreams and desires meet in reality. Cute slogan. âAunt Kathy suggested this?â she murmured in surprise.
âSheâs seen you go through this whole thing with The Douchebag,â Sarah soothed. âPlus, you landed her that big contract with those sweet designs you did last spring.â
âYeah but⌠this isâŚâ Y/N flicked through the leaflet, seeing nothing out of the ordinary. âI mean, these places are expensive.â
âKathy said itâs all taken care of. All you gotta do is get yourself to the airport,â Sarah informed her, taking in her wary expression. âCome on, Y/N. You need this. Even if itâs just a week of fine dining and drinking at the poolside.â
Staring at the leaflet, Y/N contemplated it, dragging her eyes over the picturesque setting. It looked nicer than anywhere sheâd ever been and the last vacation she had been on was a depression trip to Florida where it rained the whole time and Everitt left her in the hotel room to meet his buddies, which actually ended up being code for âget drunk and buy hookersâ. Other than that, she couldnât remember the last time sheâd left the state.
Maybe a vacation would be good for her.
âOkay,â she murmured, looking up at her sister and her best friend. âWhere do I sign up?â
She wasnât sure what kind of âexclusiveâ required a non-disclosure agreement beforehand but after a quick call with her aunt, Y/N found herself signing her name on the documents and sending them back to the office at Autumn Falls. Every single day of the two weeks until her flight seemed to drag, the apprehension and excitement growing even more when she couldnât talk about it beyond saying âa spa in Californiaâ whenever she was asked if she was going somewhere nice.
Her flight was early, and while she couldnât sleep the night before, she found it easy to drift off on the plane. It landed in San Diego only a few hours later, and when she left arrivals after collecting her luggage, she was met by a tall man in a smart suit, holding a sign with her name displayed on it in neat cursive. He had long thick hair, and the suit looked like it was barely containing him.
âHi,â she squeaked as she approached, giving the man a little wave. He smiled, nodding his head. âAre you the driver?â
âMiss. Y/L/N?â he asked in confirmation, and she nodded back. âIâm Jason,â he greeted, dropping the sign with one hand and holding his other one out. She took it, shaking firmly, trying not to seem too awkward. âIâll be your driver today.â
âNice to meet you.â
He grinned, gesturing towards the exit. âThe carâs this way. Can I take your bags?â His hand was already reaching for her larger suitcase and she surrendered it with a shaky smile, letting him lead her away from the crowds and out of the large glass doors. The parking lot was only a short distance away, and when he pulled out his keys, a huge black SUV beeped, the lights going off as its wing mirrors popped out automatically.
The inside seemed even bigger than it appeared from the outside, and Y/N took in the luxurious vehicle interior as Jason put her bags in the back. When he climbed into the driverâs seat, he turned, giving her another brilliant smile.
âItâs about an hour out to Autumn Falls, would you like me to put some music on?â
âUm, yeah, that would be great,â she replied, sitting still and tense with her hands folded in her lap.Â
âFeel free to wind down the windows,â he added, âand thereâs some sodas in the compartment here.â He tapped the central console and it opened with a dull thud, the mechanism pushing the door open. Icy tendrils of steam curled out of the chilled interior, revealing several cans of brand sodas, along with a bottle of champagne. Jason smiled again. âItâs a pretty nice drive. Relax and enjoy it.â
It took a while for her to actually relax like he said, and he wasnât wrong about the drive. Once away from the airport and off the main freeway, the journey took them through rolling farmland until the ground became steeper and the roads smaller. With the windows down, Y/N was treated to amazing views of the land as they climbed higher, and then it was thick, beautiful forests as far as she could see.
âWow, they werenât kidding when they said middle of nowhere,â she murmured, leaning forward to look out of the window, trying to see the tops of the trees.
The road narrowed to a single lane further on, and Jason took a side road through a large ornate metal gate that closed behind the car. It was slightly steeper here but he handled the SUV well, and the road opened up a few yards along, leading into a circular courtyard with a fountain in the middle. Y/N took it all in as the car rolled to stop, remaining in her seat as Jason climbed out.
He fetched her baggage first, and as he did, the double wooden doors at the front of the building opened. A woman with bright red hair strode out, a smile on her perfectly made up face, and a clipboard in her hands. She was dressed casually in a long summer dress, and as Jason opened Y/Nâs door, she greeted her pleasantly.
âY/N Y/L/N?â
âThatâs me,â Y/N replied, stepping down out of the high vehicle. âHi.â
âJulia,â she offered, holding out her hand for a quick shake. âGood flight?â
âYeah. Little bumpy coming in.â
Julia smiled a little wider. âWell, how about we get you all checked in, and we can go through the paperwork. Jason, could you take Y/Nâs bags up to her room?â
Y/N looked up at the huge wooden front of the spa, noting the carved lettering above the entrance that spelled out the name. It was three storeys high, with large glass windows along the lowest floor, and smaller ornate windows that she guessed were rooms. The building was even more impressive on the inside as it was on the outside, and she had to bite back a gasp as she took in the luxurious staircases and leather armchairs in the lobby.
Julia led her past the front desk and into an office underneath the main staircase. Everything looked so expensive, more so than any hotel sheâd ever stayed in.
âYou look a little apprehensive,â the redhead chuckled, walking around a desk and gesturing for her to take the chair on the other side.Â
âI donât think Iâve ever been somewhere so⌠nice,â Y/N replied, shaking her head in awe. âThis place is amazing.â
Another dry chuckle followed as Julia sat down. âIâm sure youâre going to have a wonderful stay. I just need to double check you understood everything in the NDA and then Iâll show you up to your room. Iâll be here throughout the week but your personal liaison will be handling all your needs and wants.â She leaned down and pulled out a file from a drawer Y/N couldnât see, placing the paperwork on top of the desk. âEverything was signed perfectly, but weâre very high on privacy here, so I just wanted to make sure there was no confusion.â
âNo problem.â
âThereâs a safe in your bedroom that you can set the code to. Any problems, speak to your personal liaison. We donât expect you to be fully cut off from the world, but you must not take any personal devices or cameras outside of the bedroom. Absolutely no photos.â
âUnderstood.â Y/N didnât really get why that was, and didnât feel confident enough to ask, but she wasnât about to break the rules when sheâd been given a free vacation. A little time away from social media and constant screens would probably do her some good.
Julia smiled, ticking off something on the top sheet of the file. âYour stay here is completely complementary. The owner is somewhat of a philanthropist, and our guests are by invite only. Weâve got a list of your allergies here -â She passed over a different sheet and Y/N scanned it quickly. âEverything accounted for?â
âYeah, thatâs everything.â
âPerfect. Oh, I just need to make you aware, we do have a medical professional on site in case of emergencies. Again, anything you need, just ask your personal liaison.â
At the third mention of her âpersonal liaisonâ, Y/N tilted her head. âSo this is the person Iâm going to be checking in with orâŚâ
The other woman chuckled. âHeâs quirky,â she confessed, âand he curses like a sailor, but Iâm sure youâre going to enjoy his company. Heâll be along to your room soon, and heâll answer any questions you have.â She turned the file to Y/N, passing her a pen. âJust one last signature and your week of relaxation can begin.â
Signing quickly, Y/N got to her feet when Julia did, following her back out of the office and out from under the ornate staircase to where three elevators were along the back wall. Julia stopped at the middle one, pulling a card from inside the file. She swiped it over a pad on the wall, then handed it to Y/N as the door opened.
âAfter you,â she gestured, smiling, and Y/N smiled back nervously, stepping into the elevator, followed quickly by Julia, who pressed the button for the second floor. âYour referee indicated you werenât such a fan of heights, so your suite is on second.â
âOh, thanks,â Y/N chuckled.
The elevator ascended quickly, opening onto a long corridor on the second floor. The two women stepped out, with Y/N following as Julia headed left. She slowed to a stop before the end, at a door with the number â15â on it, and turned to face Y/N.
âYour bags should already be inside. Negan should be along soon.â
âNegan?â
The redhead smiled. âYour personal liaison,â she explained before pointing at the door. âYou wanna check that the card works?â
Stepping forward, Y/N pressed the card against the door reader, and the door clicked, opening for her. Julia grinned, clasping her hands around the file she held.
âI hope you have a very pleasant stay, Y/N.â
âThanks, Iâm sure I will,â she replied, watching with one hand on the door as Julia turned and carried on down the hall, disappearing around a corner. Exhaling softly, Y/N slipped into her room, gasping as she saw it wasnât just a regular hotel room but a suite. A luxury suite. âHoly crap.â
The room sheâd walked into was a lounge area, complete with mini-fridge and bar. A large corner couch occupied the center of the room, looking out beyond a gigantic television to floor-to-ceiling windows that opened up onto a balcony. She walked further in, moving past her luggage piled neatly next to the couch, her attention drawn by the view outside. She was at the back of the building, evident by the way the balcony was half-set into the rock behind it, but the whole right side provided a beautiful unobstructed view of the valley and the forest that sheâd just driven through.
âWow,â she breathed, reaching out to find the clasp for the door, which popped open easily once located. The balcony appeared to be mostly wooden, and there were two comfortable looking loungers separated by a table, with plenty of space besides. She realized quickly that the lounge only occupied the middle of the balcony, which meant there were two other rooms to her suite at least.
Curiosity dragged her back inside and she closed the door again, hoping it locked automatically. She chose a door, heading into a huge bathroom, decorated in pearl and gold, and an impressed noise left her as she inspected the bathtub big enough for three adults and the biggest corner shower sheâd seen outside of a gym.
âAnd this is free?â she wondered aloud, trying the faucet for no particular reason. The water pressure seemed decent too.
The room on the other side of the lounge was just as impressive; the bedroom, obviously. A bed larger than any six people would reasonably need was up against the further wall in the middle, with more floor-to-ceiling windows that opened onto the balcony again. Another television was mounted on the wall, and she looked for the remote, quickly looking through the channels.
âHBO too? Cool.â
A knock at the door made her swiftly turn the television off, and she hurried back through to see who it was. Opening the door, she froze as her eyes landed on the man standing outside; he was tall, tall enough that she had to lift her chin slightly to meet his gaze, though she struggled not to let herself drink in the tight fitting black t-shirt and equally tight denim on his lower half.
âHi,â she managed, forcing a smile through her stutter.
He smiled, and her knees wobbled. âHi,â he greeted, holding out a hand. She took it as if in a trance, unable to stop looking at him. âIâm Negan.â He bent, lifting her hand to kiss her knuckles, and her stomach was suddenly filled with butterflies.
âM-my personal liaison, right?â
God, his smile was beautiful. She could stare at it all day.
âThatâs right, darlinâ,â he drawled, softly releasing her hand. It fell back to her side, awkwardly dangling as she tried to appear casual. âHowâre you finding the place?â
âItâs amazing,â she gushed.
Negan chuckled, licking his lips, and Y/N felt like her heart was going to thud out of her chest. âWell, if you like, we can start with a tour of the place. Julia told me you got a spot at the salon this afternoon, but we got an hour or so to kill before then.â
She nodded enthusiastically. âSounds great, uh, should I change or - ?â
His gaze dragged over her in a way that made her feel naked, and she struggled to suppress a shiver. âYouâre good,â he murmured, stepping back. âJust make sure you donât forget your card.â
Holding it up, she moved out into the corridor to join him, suddenly stopping as she remembered her phone was in her pocket. âOh, wait, I havenât put my phone in the safe.â
âNo problem, you can take care of it now.â
She stepped back into the room, holding the door open as an invitation to him, and Negan took it, following her inside but stopping in the lounge. For a second, she floundered, unsure where the safe was but remembering Julia had said it was in the bedroom.
âItâs in the closet, right hand side,â Negan offered in amusement, and she flashed him a smile of thanks.
Setting up the digital safe was easier than she expected, and she tossed her phone, wallet, and keys in there. She closed it up and rejoined Negan in the lounge, smiling at him again. âOkay, Iâm set.â
He went first out of the door, and she checked for her card again before letting the door shut. When she looked at him, he flashed her another dazzling smile, and in her head, she collapsed against the doorframe under the weight of its charm.
âI thought you might be hungry,â he suggested. âA light lunch and then we can tour the outside grounds first?â
âAwesome,â she exhaled, a shaky smile on her lips, her legs trembling as she tried to keep up with his pace. He noticed almost immediately that she couldnât walk quite as fast as he usually did, so he slowed, glancing back at her as she finally drew level with him.
The elevator back down was filled with silence and she couldnât tell if it was awkward or not. She had a bajillion questions since her arrival, the least of which being about the details of her personal liaison. It seemed like such a strange way to phrase it and the underlying feeling that this spa might offer services outside of massages and hot tubs was growing stronger with every intentional-or-not-intentional smirk that Negan sent her way.
He led her out of the elevator onto the first floor and round the same front desk sheâd seen when she arrived. There was still no one in the vacant chair, and the whole lobby seemed vacant of any other guests. Negan turned at the desk and went the opposite way to where Julia had taken her earlier, going through the chairs sheâd seen earlier and a set of large wooden double doors that opened up into a wide space filled with a few tables and comfortable looking chairs. The bar at one end gave away the purpose of the area - the restaurant - though it seemed smaller than she would have thought, with seating for less than ten guests overall.
âAre there other guests?â she asked curiously as Negan kept going, out of the restaurant-bar area and out into the sunshine, where there was an outdoor grill. She noticed then that there were other people - two employees at least, all wearing similar attire to Negan.
âNot this week,â Negan replied, nodding his head as one of the employees, an attractive blond in maybe his thirties, stepped around him and flashed her a dazzling smile.
This place is staffed by GQ models, she thought.
âTom,â Negan greeted, slapping a hand on the counter by the grill. âWhatâs good?â
The man behind the grill turned, and Y/N felt her face heat up at his charming grin. âThat depends on our guest,â he replied in a crisp British accent. âWould you prefer meat or vegan?â
She froze, stumbling over her answer. âOh, uh, I guess⌠it depends what meat it is?â
âIâve got organic chicken drumsticks,â Tom offered, tossing his head back to get his long black hair out of his eyes. âWith salad?â
âThat actually sounds pretty great,â she chuckled, feeling a little more at ease.
âWe aim to please,â Tom grinned, winking at her.
Her heart fluttered and she ducked her head. Negan laughed a little, pointing at the grill. âIâll take a hotdog,â he requested. âYou mind bringing them over?â
Tom held up the barbecue tongs, obviously happy to oblige. âSure!â
Leaning over the counter, Negan grabbed for something underneath it, his hand coming back into view with two sodas. âWeâll be by the pool.â Y/N just about caught the can he tossed her, and he tilted his head to indicate that she should follow him. âI take it Julia went through the non-disclosure bullshit,â he drawled, pulling out a chair for her at the first table by the crystal-clear pool.
âUh, yeah,â she mumbled, taking a seat and scooting herself in as Negan took the chair next to her. He opened his can with a little bit of flair, and she found herself captivated by his fingers for a second before he looked at her, and she smiled awkwardly. âIâm not entirely clear on what Iâm not supposed to be disclosing though.â
âWe can talk about that later,â he promised. âIâve got a reservation for us tonight in the restaurant. Today is all about getting to know each other.â He sat forward, placing his drink on the table as he looked at her. âOnce weâve eaten, weâll take a stroll down to the stables, and Iâll show you where everything is.â
âCan I ask one thing now?â she asked, chewing the inside of her cheek. âOnly because Iâm not clear on what a personal liaison does.â
Negan chuckled under his breath. âMy job,â he started, âis to make sure you have every single need, want, or desire, catered to. Literally anything you want, Iâll make it happen.â
Her throat tightened a little as her mind went to places he was probably intending with the low rumble of his voice. Just the way he said the words was enough to make her toes curl inside her shoes, and she shivered a little when she met his dark eyes. âAnything?â
He smirked. âAnything.â
âOh.â
âBut like I said,â he continued, leaning towards her a little, âthereâs time for that later.â
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The Night We Met
That Which Binds You III
Pairing: Stark!Peter x Blackcat!Reader
Warnings: canon typical violence
Summary: Time for you to break into Stark Towers. What could go wrong?
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With only five days of planning the job was bound to be a bit of a mess. There just wasnât wasnât enough time for you to execute the break in with the level of precision you preferred. Youâd set up some cameras on nearby buildings to watch during the day and spent the past five nights staking out the building in person. In an ideal world you would have been able to find some untraceable way in and out, but it just wasnât doable, the building was too well guarded.
Youâd determined that your best bet was going to be the helipad. Every hour a single Shield agent would come out to do a security sweep, but other than that the area was left unguarded. All youâd have to do was take out one agent and slip inside, but it was a bit of a Hail Mary after that. Normally you were able to gain access to the blueprints of the buildings you were breaking into, but everything involving Stark Towers was inaccessible.
All you could find regarding the building's interior were a few interviews and office tours done by Tony and his wife, Pepper. It wasnât much, but youâd at least been able to confirm what floor his lab was on. Youâd considered trying to get a tour from Peter, but quickly decided against it because you hated the idea of using him.
If you had a little more time you would have tried to figure out if any of the Avengers were slated to be there that evening. At the very least you had confirmed that neither Peter nor his dad would be there that evening. Tony was at a tech conference in Europe, and Peter told you that he was going to the movies with Ned. That was two of your biggest worries gone.
âItâs now or never,â you mumbled to yourself as the Shield agent stepped out onto the roof.
You jumped off the roof you were perched on and zipped towards the tower. You fell onto the helipad just behind the agent and placed a chloroform soaked ragged over her mouth. She fell unconscious in a matter of seconds and you picked up her key card before setting her gently down on the concrete. You used her card to let yourself into the building and began looking for the stairwell.
Luckily you found it was empty, and the lab was only two floors above you. You peaked out of the door carefully after climbing the stairs to make sure no one was waiting on the other side. You climbed onto the ceiling so you could creep through the halls undetected. A few guards were patrolling the halls but security was surprisingly minimal, you managed to make it to the lab without any hiccups. Once you entered the lab you pushed a large metal table into the doorway to wedge it open in case they initiated some kind of lockdown. It seemed that everything was going your way until you got the drive plugged in.
âIntruder detected,â a robotic voice called out as alarms started to sound within the building.
You werenât surprised, you knew there was no way youâd be making it in and out without being spotted. All you could do was hope the drive would work fast and youâd be able to run before security showed up.
âHurry up,â you begged, waiting for a small loading bar on the screen to fill up, âCome on, come onâŚâ
âWell correct me if Iâm wrong, but Iâm pretty sure youâre the intruder everyoneâs looking for.â
You whipped around and spotted Spiderman, hanging from the ceiling above you. You were confident in your ability to out maneuver most people, even most Avengers, but he was going to be a problem. He was faster and more agile than you, plus heâd have the advantage in the air. You had no idea how you were going to slip away from him.
âBlackcat right? Or at least thatâs what everyoneâs been calling you,â he hummed, âI guess it makes sense with the cat ears and all.â
âAnd youâre Spiderman,â your lips drew to a smirk when you addressed him, âWhat could you possibly want with a little kitty like me?â
âTo talk,â he dropped from the ceiling and stepped towards you, âWhy are you here? Youâve been targeting Hammerhead, I thought we were on the same side. You donât need to steal from us, we can help you take him down.â
You nearly laughed at the idea.
âI donât take sides Spider,â you purred, reaching behind yourself to grab the drive, âIâm just following orders.â
âWhoâs orders?â he pressed.
âWell I normally donât give up information for free,â you slipped the drive back into your pocket and grabbed a smoke grenade, âBut maybe if you can catch me we can have a little chat.â
You tossed the grenade at him and ran past him as the room began to fill with smoke. You dove over the metal table still wedged in the door and took off down the hall. Shield agents were starting to gather but you didnât have time to fight them with Spiderman still following you. You tossed another smoke grenade in the hall and ran up the wall, over the group of agents trying to grab you. There were even more agents waiting in the stairwell, you swept your legs under one of them, knocking him over before you threw yourself over the railing. You landed a floor down and slid down the railing to the door youâd originally entered from. You swung open the door, two more agents were waiting at the exit for you.
âOh come on,â you groaned.
They drew her guns and Spiderman shouted behind you, âDonât shoot her just grab her!â
âYou worried about my safety Spider? That's cute!â you called back, elbowing one of them in the side of the head.
You punched the other, knocking him back before you grabbed his wrist. You swung your elbow back into his stomach and ripped his gun from his hands. You shot it at the roof before you ran out the door. Debris tumbled down in front of Spiderman, buying you just enough time to get into the air before he reached the roof. Being in the air wasnât good for you, the grappling hooks at your waist werenât nearly as flexible as his webs, but you needed to get out of his sight as quickly as possible.
You attempted to round a corner and found that one of your grappling hooks wouldnât retract. Spiderman had shot a web at it, trapping it in the building itâd been lodged in. The momentum sent you slamming into the large glass wall. You swore and used your claws to try and cut through the webs. Spiderman came crashing into you before you could get yourself free. He set his hands on either side of your head, trapping you between him and the building.
âYou caught me Spider,â you teased, âWhat now?â
âTell me who youâre working for,â he demanded.
âOh Iâm not giving it up that easy,â you chuckled, âDonât you know cats have nine lives?â
You slammed your head into his and brought both legs to his chest, using them to kick him off of you. Your claws tore through the webbing and you sprinted up the side of the building with him following right behind you. When you reached the top of the building you threw yourself onto the roof and went sprinting for the other end. Another web caught one of your feet and you fell onto your stomach. You flipped over quickly and attempted to cut yourself free again. He shot another web at your hand, sticking it to the ground beside your foot.
âNow,â he took a hold of your free hand, âDo you want to waste all nine lives running from me? Or do you want to tell me who youâre working for?â
You gritted your teeth and racked your brain for a way out.
âIâll talk if you let me up,â you tried to bargain.
âHow about you talk to me and then I can help you,â he offered.
âHelp me?â you scoffed, âWhat makes you think I need help?â
âYouâre obviously scared of whoever it is, I can help you get away from them,â he promised, âI know your track record, I know you arenât a bad person. I think you just got involved with the wrong people, and I can help you get out of that. You just need to talk to me.â
You opened your mouth but quickly closed it again. You werenât a bad person, at least you didnât think you were. Trusting him wasnât an option, but maybe you could use him. If he took the drive you could just tell Fisk heâd caught you, that the job was just too big. Shield would have time to warn their double agents that Fisk was after them, and no one would have to die.
You took a deep breath before finally speaking again, âTake the flash drive, itâs in my waist pocket.â
He reached into your pocket hesitantly and grabbed the drive, âCan you tell me who youâre working for now?â
âIâm only doing this because I donât want anyoneâs death on my hands, not because I need, or want, your help.â
He frowned, âWhatâs on here?â
âThey told me itâs the identities of double agents, it could be more though. I have no idea what that drive did, they just told me to plug it in.â
âOkay,â he relaxed his grip, âWill you tell me who they are?â
You knew you couldnât do that, if you told him about Fisk youâd also have to reveal your identity. Everything would fall apart. Thereâd be no more college, no more normal job, no more better life.
âNo can do Spider,â you ripped herself free of his grip, slashed through the webbing, and jumped to your feet, âIâm sure weâll be seeing each other again, try not to miss me too much before then.â
He stood by when you ran off the roof, letting you disappear into the city and out of his view. You knew heâd let you get away, but you didnât know why. Some sort of savior complex is what you figured. He was sorely mistaken if he thought he was somehow going to rescue you, but youâd let him believe it if it meant he was going to take it easy on you.
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The door closed softly as you could and tip-toed towards your bed. You slid your bag under your bed and dug your pajamas out from your dresser. Fisk had berated you for the better half of an hour when you returned without the drive. Heâd made it clear that if something like that happened again there would be consequences. Youâd expected as much and promised him to do better before you retreated to the dorm. MJ was passed out in her bed when you got back so you were trying to be as quiet as possible.
â(y/n)?â MJ croaked, squinting at you in the darkness.
âYeah, sorry, I tried to be quiet,â you apologized.
âItâs okay,â she yawned, âHow was the party?â
âIt was good,â you pursed your lips, âHow was the movie?â
âIt was good, I wish you could have come.â
âOh, thanks,â you blushed before adding, âYou donât have to invite me to hang out with your friends you know? I wonât be offended if you donât.â
MJ sat up and turned on her clam shaped lamp, âI didnât feel like I was obligated to invite you or something, I like hanging out with you, we all do. If you donât want to go though you canât just tell me no.â
âYeah,â you gripped the pile of clothes in your arms and sighed, âIâm sorry MJ. I know I can be a little cold sometimes.â
âWell thatâs alright, Iâll just keep bringing Peter around. He doesnât seem to have a problem warming you up,â she smirked.
You decided it was best to ignore the comment, âIâm gonna take a quick shower, and Iâm sorry again, Iâll be more quiet coming in next time.â
âDonât worry about it, I always wake up when you come home.â
âYou do? Iâm sorry, I didnât realize I was so loud.â
âDonât worry about it,â she repeated, âI like to know you got back safe anyway.â
You felt your cheeks flush under the dim light. It was a sweet gesture and you didn't know how to respond, so you just retreated into the bathroom without another word.
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"stripper!izuku"
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non hero quirkless (vigilante) izuku who's mom gets sick and he needs some extra cash to pay the medical bills and starts stripping
and shouta is dragged to a stripper joint by nemuri, tensei, and hizashi bc "u need to get out and enjoy urself" and he sees this cat boy (?) or maybe bunny boy stripper who's moving in a very familiar way
but he gets destructed be wow the muscles on those thighs he wants his head to be crushed
Oh hell let me just take this and twist it a bit:
So Izukuâs life has been pretty shit. He was labeled quirkless at 4, his dad left by the time he was 5, and school was hell. Inko did her best and she loved him but, well, itâs hard for a woman with a son like him.
So things were never easy.
But by the time heâs 16 Inkoâs dead and heâs out on his own and things get harder. His saving grace? A few of the dancers from a local club on the scruffier side of Mustutafu. They donât care that heâs quirkless or that he;s scrawny and he mumbles or anything like that.
Theyâre just ... kind. Something Izukuâs seen too little of in his life.
They take him in, get him a job busing tables and sweeping floors because nowhere else but the clubs want to hire someone like him. They even find him a place to rent for super cheap where the only real issue is the way he has to make sure he wedges a chair under his doorknob every night. But he normally uses the window instead of the door anyways so it works out.
So the dancers help him out and he balances finishing school as fast as possible (because he promised Inko he would no matter what and the teachers are more than happy to see him go) and his new life that happens at night. Working in this new world of glitter and sequins, thigh highs and flesh. Itâs rough and itâs messy but itâs good in so many ways. Filled with laughter and long nails scratching at his scalp and bartenders who feed him and dancers who slip small yen notes and coins into his pockets when heâs not paying attention because heâs âjust baby, look at those cheeksâ.
And he knows not all of them have tragic backstories, some of them just like to dance, but none of that matter because theyâre all so good to him.
He gets older. Turns 17 and a few of the dancers see the way he wiggles to the beat when he buses tables and sweeps floors and they start teaching him in the down time before the club opens and after it closes. Heâs always been good at patterns, always been good at keeping aware of his surroundings and once something catches his attention he latches on hard.
And dancing, this thing thatâs such a huge part of all these people whoâve taken over his life now, absolutely catches his attention.
He gets real good, real fast and the owner is more than willing to let him take a turn on the stage on slow nights for half the regular stage fee. But then it becomes the full fee because Izukuâs good. Good enough to where the owner asks him what he wants his gimmick to be.
And itâs cliche, he knows it is, but all he can think is how Inko used to laugh and poke him in the cheeks and tug lovingly at his hair when he was little and coo âlook at my little bunnyâ thanks to how heâd hop in place and flap his hands just a bit whenever he was excited about something, unable to stand still.
So soon heâs not just busing table anymore heâs a fulltime dancer too, Usa-chan on the stage.
He still helps out around the club though. Still runs drinks and even takes shifts behind the bar if necessary. And once the nightâs through heâll take the time to walk a few of the dancers home because he wants them to be safe.
So of course when someone tries to rob them, tries to steal the money his friends worked so hard for Izuku steps in, body just moving on its own. But heâs strong now. Running and dancing and working the floor have all seen to that.
âMy hero,â Nanami-chan sobs, half smothering Izuku in his cleavage even as the other dancers coo and laugh and agree.Â
And Izuku just ... yeah, he still wants that. So after that night Izuku just, never stops stepping in wherever he goes, with whatever he sees.
Turns out dancing is actually a pretty good source of income and training for a vigilante too. A flexible schedule, good pay, and a job that guarantees him a special kind of physical training in the process.
So time passes, he gets older and while his life isnât perfect, while itâs still hard and itâs still rough in a lot of ways, itâs also ... good. Better than heâd ever imagined.
And then, one night when the music is loud and the club is packed, he ends up in the lap of Eraserhead himself and everything changes.
But Nerumi is a huge supporter and likes to frequent the local clubs, showing her support to the dancers and just enjoying herself. Hizashiâs always down for a night out and Tensei is surprisingly at home anywhere. So of course that means Shouta gets dragged out more often than he might like to one club or another.
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For his part Shoutaâs never been a strip club kind of person. Nothing against the people who work there itâs just that theyâre normally loud and crowded and sometimes the lights hurt his eyes.
Heâs absolutely not expecting to be taken in by one of the dancers. But Usa-chan is all lithe muscles and mouthwatering thighs and he dances with something that looks a lot like a sensual sort of violence in every move and Shouta canât help but watch.
And Nerumi, Hizashi, and Tensei canât help but see him watch. So of course they interfere, more money than necessary piling up between the quickly as they wave Usa-chan down after his set and buy a lap dance for their grumpy friend.
âOh,â Usa-chan practically squeaks as he pretty much lands in Shoutaâs lap, face flushed and dark lined eyes wide.  âEraserhead!â
And Shoutaâs shocked of course that heâs been recognized here in this club. But then Usa-chan smiles, this wide and bright sort of grin and leans forwards to brush a barely there kiss against the arc of Shoutaâs cheek.
âThank you for all you do,â Usa-chan tells him softly with a small wink.  âLet me make this dance really good for you.â
And Shoutaâs stuck there with a lap full of dancer while his idiot friends hoot and holler beside him and, well, Shoutaâs always been a cat person but maybe bunnies arenât so bad either.
Maybe.
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Breaking and Entering
Munkustrap decides to go out of his comfort zone to hunt down a gift for Mungojerrie when things go catastrophically wrong, as they always do.
My Jellicle Community Event post for @rainbowratsstuff! I hope you enjoy this, it was an absolute blast to write!
This was a stupid idea, Munkustrap thought as his eyes scanned the dark basement, looking back up at the window he had just fallen through. It mustâve swung shut behind him and pushed him inside. Typical. He had no idea how Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer did this with any sense of grace at all. Maybe that was part of the joke.
No use crying over spilt cats, though, so he picked himself up and headed for the stairs. He could have all the doubts he wanted about going through with this while he was still outside, but now that he had gotten in, he might as well do it. His claws clicked rhythmically up the tile steps, and he eventually emerged out into a well-furnished study, lit only by the pale glow of a streetlight peeking in a small window.
That was no issue for Munkustrap, of course, and he leapt up onto the office chair, then the large oaken desk that filled the center of the room, sending the chair into a lazy spin. What kind of thing would Mungojerrie want as a gift? He suddenly realized he had no idea. Jerrie broke into houses all the time to take whatever he pleased. How could he possibly find something for him?
Like he had said: a stupid idea.
He considered the pens and paperweights strewn across the desk for a few more moments, then shook his head and dropped back down. The kitchen would probably be a better option â if nothing else, Jerrie would probably appreciate whatever morsels he could find in the pantry. âThereâs nothing like a nice cut of meat to win a tomâs heart,â he quoted to himself, emulating his dadâs brassy baritone.
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Mungojerrie leaped down from the windowsill, glancing over his shoulder to watch Rumpleteazer follow behind him. She giggled as she bounded across the carpet towards the living room, and he shushed her, more out of tradition than any need for secrecy. They were alone in the house â they had watched the family leave on holiday that same afternoon, slobbery old bulldog in tow. He raced to keep up with his sister as she scoped out the best area to begin their antics.
They should have been alone in the house, but as he watched Teazer claw her way up a set of curtains to get to the top of a china cabinet, he couldâve sworn he heard noise from a few rooms over. And there it was again: a quiet rustling sound, just barely different from the wind in the trees outside. âDid you hear that?â
âWhat?â She looked up from where she had been trying to wedge her paws in the crack of the door and force it open. âItâs just leaves, Jerrie. Nothing to worry about.â
âIf you say so.â He scratched behind his ear, still not convinced. âWell, you keep working on that, and Iâll go see if I canât find us something for dinner.â
Her voice was strained as she pushed against the cabinet door, freckled cheeks turning pink. âSounds⌠good⌠to me.â
âIsnât that a lock right next to you?â
âOh. Yeah. Good eye, Jer. I saw it too â I was just testing the magnets first.â
He grinned knowingly at her and strolled off towards the kitchen. Whatever it was, he hoped it was a good surprise.
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Munkustrap panicked, rushing for the kitchen door. Of course, it was just his luck that the three of them had picked the same house to break into tonight. If he could just catch Mungojerrie on his own â
âStraps?â The tiger-striped tom looked as confused as he felt.
âJerrieâŚâ
âWhat the hell are you doing here?â
âKeep your voice down and Iâll tell you,â he said, pulling Jerrie further into the kitchen. He wasnât really in the mood for the non-stop pestering heâd get from Rumpleteazer if she found out what he was here for. Or everyone else in the junkyard, for that matter â she wasnât exactly known for keeping secrets. âI was⌠trying to find you a gift. Something nice. I saw you and your sister stalking this place out the other day, so I figured it was a safe bet.â
He expected Jerrie to scoff, but he just smiled that cheeky grin of his. âWow, I never thought Iâd see the day olâ Munkustrap would actually break a rule. I really must be a bad influence.â His brow furrowed as he seemed to remember something. âYou know this familyâs got a bulldog, right?â
So that was the Pollicle smell heâd kept running into outside. âGuess I just got lucky, then. So, will you help, orâŚ?â
âYeah! Right. Donât worry, Straps, Iâll come up with something so we can slip away.â He waggled his eyebrows and flashed another smile that didnât exactly instill confidence in Munkustrap. âYou just stay in here so Teazer doesnât spot you.â
He didnât have time to object before Jerrie opened a cabinet door behind him and pushed him inside.
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Mungojerrie let his eyes wander around the kitchen, waiting for something to catch his attention. He hadnât had the chance to tell him, but the thought of stuffy, by-the-numbers Munkustrap breaking into someplace to get him a present made him feel quite nice. He wasnât actually all that stuffy, he had to remind Teazer sometimes. He just cared about everything at the junkyard running smoothly, like their dad and his trains. He knew Teazer wouldnât dare call Skimbleshanks boring.
But back to the task at hand. Maybe he could open up the oven, or knock the wastebin over and spill all the trash. All of that would certainly draw her attention, but it wouldnât exactly result in him and Straps getting away. Heâd need something betterâŚ
Thatâs when his eyes were drawn to the flower vase sitting on the counter.
âHey, Tea, come watch!â
Jerrie heard a sound like fabric ripping and Teazer bounded into the room, skidding to a halt beneath him and picking curtain fibers from her claws. âWhatâs up?â
âMind your head, this oneâs gonna be a doozy.â He got behind the vase and pushed it up to the edge of the counter, then glanced over to make sure she was standing out of the way. Sure enough, she was practically vibrating with excitement on a nearby stool, glancing back and forth to judge the distance the vase would travel to hit the floor. âYou ready?â
âOh, stop mucking about and just push it already!â
He grinned, then nudged the vase forward to send it over the edge with an âoops!â. It teetered for a moment before finally giving up and falling to the ground, bursting open like⌠well, like a smashed vase. Shards of ceramic glittered on the floor beneath him. Perfect. He eyed the debris, calculated the jump distance, and â
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âYeowch!â
Munkustrap winced sympathetically. It had been bad enough seeing the vase â surely an antique, decorated to the nines with precise lines and colors â destroyed against the tile floor. But then, to watch Jerrie leap down and land with his back right paw amongst the destruction? Truly a horror show. He couldnât look away.
âJerrie!â Rumpleteazer nearly pounced on her brother in her haste to rejoin him. From his vantage point inside the cupboard, he couldnât see much except a blur of calico. âWhatâd you do that for?â
âI didnât mean to â ow! That hurt.â
âWell, of course itâs gonna hurt, you stepped right in it, you numpty.â
âOh, Iâm a numpty? And who was telling me the other day that she slipped and fell into the loo trying to look at her tail in the bathroom mirror?â
âI told Victoria that in confidence! Oh, sheâs gonna hear it from me when I see herâŚâ
Sometimes, the two of them resembled their parents more than they realized. Eventually, though, they managed to sort themselves out. âWhy donât you go on by yourself, and Iâll head back home?â Jerrie asked, trying to sound nonchalant.
âWhat? Iâm not gonna let you walk back with your foot looking like that. Numpty.â She stuck her tongue out as extra punctuation. Munkustrap sighed.
âNah, Iâm fine. Look, itâs healing already.â He held up his paw and she squinted suspiciously at it. âBesides, I donât even like looking in the vanities anyways.â
At the suggestion of jewelry, Teazer perked up, her concerns forgotten. âHmm, I guess youâre right⌠Well, Iâll see you around then. Happy trails!â With that, she was gone, and Munkustrap finally felt like he could breathe again.
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Mungojerrie walked over to the cabinet where Straps was hidden, trying his best not to favor one foot over the other. He swung the door open with a grin and a shrug. âHowâd I do?â
âWell, I probably wouldâve appreciated it more if you hadnât actually gotten hurt.â
âYeah, well, we all know who the actor is between the two of us, Straps.â
He chuckled, and Jerrieâs heart beat just a little bit faster. He loved to make other cats laugh, but Munkustrapâs felt especially well-earned. âI suppose weâd better get going back to your place, then.â
âWait, but⌠I was really just saying that for Teaâs sake. Donât you want to go do something, just the two of us?â
Munkustrap was undeterred. âTell me how your paw really feels, then we can talk about where we want to go.â
He was right, Jerrie supposed. His paw would probably be fine by morning, but it still stung to walk on for now. â⌠I suppose a night in isnât the worst idea Iâve had. Sorry you never got to find anything to get me, though.â
âAh, yes! That reminds me,â he said, turning back to the cabinet, âwhile you two were making a mess with the vase, I came across something that I think youâll quite like. But keep your eyes closed â itâs a surprise.â
Jerrie blushed a little as Munkustrapâs paws reached around his neck to tie something there, but his eyes stayed closed. He could feel something cold and metallic being pressed into his paws, so he took it. Whatever Straps was planning, he had no idea.
âYou can open your eyes now.â Jerrie did, and looked down at the spoon in his hands. His confusion mustâve been noticeable on his face, because he smiled and said, âItâs to see your reflection.â
âOh, right.â He held the spoon up to his face and noticed a cream-colored piece of fabric tied into a neck scarf, just above his collar. He played with it a little, adjusting the knot to be off to one side, then realized he hadnât said anything yet. âStraps, this is great! You just found this in there?â
He beamed, looking both proud and a little relieved. âIt was part of a napkin set. Taffeta, I think. I figured with all of the other mess, they might not notice itâs gone.â
âImagine their faces when they go to set up Christmas dinner. And theyâd never even know it was you! Youâd made a pretty good criminal, Straps, admit it.â
âYou didnât see the way I got in here, then, or you wouldnât have said that.â He chuckled and held his arms out to Jerrie. âYou want some help getting home, then?â
Jerrie sprung into Munkustrapâs arms with a grin. âIf youâd told me you were going to carry me earlier, I wouldnât have made nearly as much of a fuss as I did.â
âI think I might have made a mistake giving you that,â he said, looking at Jerrieâs scarf. âIt suits you far too well.â
âI love it.â As he directed Munkustrap back home, Jerrie forgot all about his sore paw, instead imagining the compliments heâd get on his brand new scarf. It had been a pretty good surprise after all.
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â synopsis; adopting a pet with their s/o (requested) â pairing(s); mort x gn!reader, vildred x gn!reader, krau x gn!reader, tywin x gn!reader and kayron x gn!reader â tags; fluff hcs â wc; 646 â notes; I hope i didnât take too long,, i took a really long time im sorry v_v also im sorry if this doesn't make as much sense as it should, ive only ever owned a fish
mortelix *ď˝âĄ
mort already considers humans sort of as pets, but it's really not so bad for him to get a pet! he'll get whatever you want, a dog, cat, fish... anything, really. he'll get it for you. want something from the chaos gates? he has it covered. want to find the cutest dog available that has been put for adoption specifically from ritania? he'll put up with it and get it for you.
mort... is not good at taking care of pets. he doesn't really understand how they work or what they need, but he'll gladly watch you take care of them.
he doesn't really care for the pet at first, but as he spends a lot more time with it, he'll learn how it is to actually care for someone other than you. he's learning, slowly.
vildred *ď˝âĄ
vildred would love to get a pet! he has a soft spot for them, and the thought of taking care of one with you warms his soul. he's very open to it, and he really likes dogs, but he'll be open to getting whatever you want
he's very touchy-feely with the pet, if it's a dog or a cat! he loves having it in his lap and would always be petting it and spending time with it, to the point where you have to wedge yourself between them. don't worry, he's always going to love you more than he can love any other person, and you're always welcome to join the cuddle session
if you get a pet that needs to be trained, he's the one training it. he'll show you all the cool tricks he's taught it- please be proud of him; he worked hard to achieve that!
krau *ď˝âĄ
krau loves your idea of getting a pet. he would try get the most expensive thing at first, but then he will always end up getting the one you like the most!
he becomes a total pet dad. he might just end up taking care of it more than you, and if the pet ends up liking him better, don't be surprised!
he also spoils your pet so much. he makes a whole room for it, with all sorts of things specially made for it by the best crafters in Taranor. he's just extra like that, don't mind him. he has money now though, and a whole castle. is it really a waste when you have this much stuff?
tywin *ď˝âĄ
tywin... is not familiar with pets at all. he's never had one, and he doesn't really know how to take care of one. but do not worry! books exist for a reason, and he will be studying
he doesn't really know what kind of pet he'd want, so he lets you choose. he's happy with whatever you choose, after all. if you're happy, he's happy.
tywin's often out working- after all, he is in such a high position in lefundos, but when he comes home, he's always tired. he'll spend time with you and your pet, and it's one of the things he treasures the most <3
kayron *ď˝âĄ
kayron appears to be so against the idea of a pet. he says that they're useless and annoying and a waste of time, effort, and money. though, really, he doesn't find it too bad... as long as you're happy
it takes A LOT of convincing, but in the end, it's very possible to get him to agree. he doesn't really mind in the end anyways, "it's just an animal"
kayron doesn't know anything, but if you teach him or ask him for things, he'll get them for you. he may pretend that he doesn't care (it's a lie, he actually is learning how to care for lives) but he really does care, and if it gets into danger, he'd be so fast to protect it.
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Heck it I mentioned Berrynose so itâs Berrynose time. Here comes my perfect terrible egotistical boy I love my absolute worst man I could find that isnât just straight up evil. Also Jayfeather is here.
So him and Jayfeather become surprisingly close because I always thought they were kinda similar in a way but also a bit opposite let me explain. I donât know if this is headcanon-y but from the way everyone thinks about and talks about Berrynose I always got the impression that while he is a social guy no one is really friends with him? Heâs like the guy in the friend group that no one is actually friends with outside the group and doesnât get invited out with everyone else cuz heâs kind of a pain in the butt. Heâs egotistical and bossy and overly self-confident so while people are âfriendlyâ with him theyâre not actually friends with him.
Jayfeather is sharp and from most characters first impressions of him seems a little off-putting and cold. That combined with the fact heâs a medicine cat, at this point in the canon story the sole one for a while, just kinda puts a wedge between him and his clan mates. But despite this Jayfeather actually seems to have good friends and does seem generally well regarded amongst his clanmates. Both their personalities are off putting but Jayfeather was still able to build bonds, and I think itâs because Jayfeather still comes off as well meaning. What I mean is that heâs grumpy and short but when heâs harsh to a patient you can tell itâs because he cares about their well-being ultimately, like snapping at cats to stay still while applying something or chastising someone for not wanting to take whatever heâs giving them because it tastes bad. Whereas Berrynose being pompous comes off like he cares about himself above everyone else and believes heâs better than them, so it drives people away instead. Similar fronts with opposite effects basically.
I like the idea of Berrynose being a little envious of Jayfeather as a result, but after the great battle that doesnât really matter anymore. Mostly he can relate to his grief, they both had large families they were close to in particular their litter mates who they lost. Jayfeather has more guilt however, as heâd been on bad terms with part of his family until basically right before they all died which leaves a lot of not really resolved issues and the regret of wasted time. And now heâs the sole medicine cat again except he doesnât even retain a connection to Starclan (what good that connection did him when most of everyone he cared about it dead). So at first heâs more isolated than ever before, he does his job best he can but heâs kind of on autopilot unusually quiet even for him.
I want Berrynose to be the one to extend a paw to him just dropping any envy immediately and trying to connect with him, they both really need it in the circumstance and most the other adult cats are too busy regrouping too just pay any sort of personal attention to others yet. He also is the one thatâs there for Morningkit and the apprentices during this time as well, trying to keep their spirits up. Like the other person I like the idea of Berrynose having inherited some parentalness from Daisy and the situation kinda brings it out of him, but not really in a paternal way. Heâs less of the apprentices and Morningkitâs dad and more like your cool but overprotective older brother, and heâs a couple years older but heâll humour your kid stuff and take you out on day trips and buy you snacks and demands to know who upset you when youâre sad. He takes care of the emotional side of the situation and while heâs still got some of his egotistical self the front has slipped a lot and heâs better for it.
I have a bit more about Berrynose along with Jayfeather in particular, but this is already too long and I am very sorry Iâm just an enjoyer of terrible but not villainous men. Also I love the name Earthclan I am swaddling it in a blanket and cradling it to my chest like a baby, thank you so much for it you are so smart. Sorry these keep getting longer and longer, I think this will probably be the biggest one though I just have many Berrynose thoughts.
This is so good I love this so much. No need to apologise, send more whenever you want I am loving this au
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Lost in Zero Gravity (P.21)
Title: Lost In Zero Gravity (Part Twenty One) Summary: Â Fem!Reader x Mob Boss!Tony Stark x Mob Boss!Steve Rogers. Â Reader is a call girl who runs high end parties. She catches the attention of Tony Stark who invites her back to his room with his friend. She might have performed too well because she becomes their new favorite play toy and they donât like to share. Words: 3,051 Warnings (for the fic in entirety): Smut, prostitution, infidelity, angst, domestic violence, stalking, possessive behavior, drug use
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âWhat the hell happened?â Rhodey demanded after a few moments of awkward silence after Steve had stormed out.
Happy had closed the door after Steve, also looking at Tony now with expectation for an answer.
âNothing,â Tony said aggressively, pushing the reactor and the suit began retracting.
âNothing? You donât get to cause that uproar here in the facility and then not give any of us an answerââ Rhodey started to argue.
âWhoâs in charge here?â Tony interrupted him shortly.
Rhodey shook his head, âTony, thatâs not fair. And you know it.â
âLife isnât fair,â Tony quipped, walking over to his desk to snatch up his phone. He began texting quickly.
âIf something is going on between you two, the rest of the team deserves to know! Especially since youâre pulling the âwho is in chargeâ card. Thatâs the two of you!â Rhodey said. âYou manage a lot of people and factions are not what the operation needs to function properly.â He stepped closer and continued, âItâs her isnât it? Heard pregnancy test and thatâs not hard to deduce why both of you would be concerned about that.â
Tony was scrolling through his phone, not answering Rhodey.
Irked, Rhodey pressed, âI donât know why the two of you thought sharing was going to work out. You are both hardheaded, sons ofââ
âRhodey, if youâre going to continue nagging at me like an old lady, please just leave. Iâm busy,â Tony interjected again, distracted still.
âNo! You need to be open!â Rhodey shouted, finally fully catching Tonyâs attention. Happy rose his brows in surprise at his boldness. âYou two just almost plummeted each other.â
Tony ground his teeth, staring Rhodey down. Exhaling sharply, he finally said, âFine. Yes. Youâre right. Her. And you know, everything was going fine before Steve started having his martial problems. And he started playing fast and loose with Y/Nâs safety. He brought her on a mission a couple of days ago â with Bucky and Sam, mind you, so theyâre also on my shit list â using her as a pawn and she had no idea what was going on. He left her on a boat with Qian and Perez. Got her caught it the middle of the crossfire, so that was a fun clean up job for me.â That was shock to Rhodey and Happy, both of them caught off guard. âSo, yeah, Iâm a little fucking piqued, you could say. Heâs spiraling because of things at home.â He paused for a beat before sighing, âAnd he was fucking with her birth control. So, hey, I might be a dad. Again. Even if I didnât want that.â
Tony all but collapsed into his chair behind his desk, tossing his phone down on the desk. âI donât know if I should move her. I told him to stay away, and he lured me away and snuck in there and took her. He has a key.â
Rhodey was silent for the first time in the conversation but Happy offered, âIt might be for the best.â Tony turned his attention to him and Happy continued, âIf you are really worried about it. Removing temptation⌠sometimes that is the best medicine.â
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âLetâs go,â Steve said shortly, coming into the locker room. He threw open his locker and reached inside for the freshly washed uniform.
âWhat the hell happened?â Sam demanded, seeing how disheveled Steve was. He was fresh out of the shower after having done an intense work out.
âNothing. Iâm gonna get suited up and start working. Are you going to join?â
âWhat do you mean ânothingâ? Your chin is cut up andââ
Steve barked, shutting Sam up, âI said nothing happened, Sam!â He tossed his suit on the bench behind him and began working at the buttons on his three piece to get undressed.
Sam stood up, gripping at the towel around his waist, staring Steve down. He glared as Steve tossed his suit jacket onto the bench and ripped his tie off. Steve noticed his glare and his hands began to falter under the intensity until they slowly fell. His dress shirt was unbuttoned, and his belt undone.
Evenly, Sam asked, âWhat happened? What is going on?â
Steve sighed heavily, his hands coming to his hips, head hanging. He was quiet for a few moments, breathing deeply. His voice was quiet when he admitted, âTony and I got into it. Badly. Right in his office. I⌠he pissed me off and I just saw red. He hit where he shouldnât have and he did it on purpose to get a rise out of me. And I fell for it. Like a fucking idiot.â He rubbed at his face. âI donât know what to do.â
âTake a step back.â
âItâs not as easy as that, Sam!â
âI mean from work. Take some time. You donât need to throw yourself into this just to escape whatever is happening. Take a step back from work and focus on the shit in your personal life.â
Steve chewed on his lip before saying quietly, âYouâre right.â He nodded this time and repeated, âYouâre right. I⌠I needâŚâ
Sam cut in, picking up his slack. âYou need to do whatâs best for you and your wife. Thatâs whatâs important.â
Steve nodded again. Sam was not privy to his relationship with Y/N. All he knew was she was a prostitute that Steve visited sometimes. But he was right on one thing; he did want his relationship better with his wife. And right now, that was something that was going to be easier to control than his relationship with Y/N.
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Sitting at the table, eating lunch, you heard voices outside the hall coming closer and you put your fork down. The front door opened, and Tony walked in, followed by a handful of men. Luna booked it from her cat tower down the hallway towards the bedroom at the crowd. You stared at them confused as Tony was giving them directions about what to pack together. You spotted a few bringing in copious amounts of broken down moving boxes, carrying packing tape.
âBedroom things first. Thatâs the most important. She needs somewhere to sleep obviously. The bed is easily broken down. The tools for it⌠I think are in the top drawer of the nightstand on the far side of the bed by the window. I made sure it would be nearby,â Tony was telling a few of them. He had failed to look or notice you at the table, sitting there bewildered. âI saw the cat run down there, so close the door when you go in. Sheâll probably run into the closet if sheâs under the bed. I just want her corralled and out of the way of everyone else. Do not â and I repeat, do NOT â let her out! Weâll get her into the cat carrier after everything is packed up. And you all are in charge of making sure that bed is ready to go at the new condo.â
New condo?
He turned towards a few more of them and said, âStart breaking down the living room.â To the last couple, he said, âThe bathroom. Be sure to properly label everything.â
Tony finally laid eyes on you and walked over to the kitchen table, pulling out his cell phone. âHow are you doing, love?â
âHow am I⌠what is happening?â you inquired.
âYouâre moving,â Tony informed you, texting.
The men were already setting to work, and you moved your gaze around the apartment in disbelief. Who were these guys and what in the actual fuck was going on?
âWhy?â you asked confused.
âBecause. I found somewhere better priced.â
âWhere?â
âCarnegie Hill.â
That was his neighborhood. He had told you that before, to your immense surprise, giving away his home location. But he had â as you suspected â started trusting you more in recent months. Why was he moving you closer to his family? And especially in that neighborhood? Cheaper? You were hard pressed to believe that bald-faced lie.
âYou found something cheaper there than this?â you asked him, completely disbelieving.
âYep,â Tony told you curtly, still not looking up from his phone. âA nice condo. Nice dropped living room and dining room. Iron work looks great.â You were staring at him intensely as he clicked away on his phone. He felt the burn of your stare and looked up. âWhat?â
Exasperated you threw your hands out, âWhat⌠Tony! Iâm just sitting here eating lunch and all these people are in here now and just packing up my stuff! And youâre telling me Iâm moving!â
Tony exhaled sharply, tossing his phone onto the table as he pulled out a chair beside you and sat down. Leaning in close he said, âYouâre moving closer to me. Itâs easier.â
âEasier?â
âBetter,â he offered.
âWhy? So I can run into your wife into one of the coffee shops and she can maul my face there?â
Tonyâs expression was hard, and you really could not give a shit less. You had already told him how you felt about being in close proximity with her.
âFirst off, Alessia does not go get her own coffee. She sends people for that, Or she has the maid make it for her in her French press. Hell would freeze over the day she was asked to stand in a line and agree to it,â Tony started out, his tone tight. âAnd secondly, only I will have a key to the place.â
Reality set in on what he was doing. He was leaving Steve out. Did Steve even know this was going on? The memory of Tony last night telling you that he loved you outright flashed through your mind. He had been furious when he had learned what Steve had done to you. A wedge had been driven between them at your expense.
âSo, yes, easier. And better,â Tony clipped, leaning away from you again, keeping his gaze fixated on you for a few more moments before tearing it away. He picked up his phone again and unlocked it. âFinish your lunch. You donât have to lift a finger for this. Theyâve got it covered. All we gotta do is get Luna into a carrier. And thatâll be easy, right?â
You were at a loss for words. What if Steve came looking for you? How angry was he going to be when he realized that you were no longer here? And would he think it was you that had asked Tony to move you? You had so many questions.
Tony picked up your fork and held it out to you. âEat, love. Just relax. Iâve got it covered.â
Timidly, you reached out and took the fork from him, and he visibly relaxed of the tension in his body. You stuck your fork into your rice and took a bite, watching the men working warily.
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Steve kissed up Cecileâs abdomen, his trail leading between her breasts and up to her lips. She smiled against his lips as he entered her slowly. They rocked together in tandem, coming down together. Steve held her close and whispered in her ear, âLetâs take a few days. You and me. Maine?â
âSeclusion is always nice,â Cecile told him, pecking him on the nose, causing Steve to smile.
âRight on the sea?â Steve questioned, holding her close, cognizant of her swollen abdomen.
Cecile traced his face and said, âYou know what I like.â
âThat I do,â Steve returned softly. He kissed her deep and relished in feeling like they were truly close again.
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You had just gotten out of the shower to wash the chlorine off of you. One of the perks of the new condo was the pool. You enjoyed doing laps and the hot tub afterward. Sitting in a robe, you picked up the remote and turned on the TV. Choosing a show, you unwrapped the popsicle you had taken out of the fridge.
The familiar sound of the key in the door echoed and you did not bother to move, knowing the only one who would be coming in was Tony. You had been here for a week and had finished rearranging all of your things in the new layout a couple days ago. Thankfully, Luna had adjusted and loved the window beds on the large windows, giving her access to watch out over the street.
He was dressed down â unusual for him. And he looked nervous, and you were on edge immediately just as you had been when he had looked that way sitting in the living room when you had come home from the gym.
âWhat?â you asked him reluctantly.
He said nothing. He held a bag out to you, and you stared at him for a moment before you opened it, peaking in.
Your stomach dropped, seeing another pregnancy test.
âWhy are you making me do this? For real this time?â you asked him seriously.
He licked his lips and sat down stiffly on the opposite end of the couch. He was refusing to look at you, his elbows resting on his thighs, hands clasped. âI⌠you need to do it.â
âWhy?â you pressed.
âBecause. You⌠you might be pregnant.â
Shaking your head, you told him, âI already took a test. Less than two weeks ago!â
âHave you missed a period?â
âI rarely bleed,â you countered.
âThat makes it even more important that you take the test then.â
âWhy are you so concerned about this?â
Tony exhaled sharply, hanging his head. He was silent for a few moments, the suspension in the room thick. His voice was brittle, âYou werenât protected. For over a month. December and January, respectfully, between the two.â
You gaped at him. Stammering, you asked, âW-what are you talking about?â
He looked resistant to speak but he shook his head, âSteve.â
âSteve, what?â you asked dangerously.
âHe told me at the beginning of January that he had been fucking around with your birth control. Giving you placebos.â
You felt like you had been kicked. Your fingers grasped tighter onto the paper back, it crinkling in your hand. The silence in the room was deafening; Tony refusing to look at you made it even worse.
If what he was saying was true, Steve had betrayed you beyond belief. You had thought his actions at the docks were the lowest he could go but apparently, he was determined to prove you wrong. And for what? To lock you down further?
âWhy?â you rasped.
Tony shrugged, âI donât know. Really. He⌠heâs having problems. At home, with his wife, I mean.â
âAnd? Getting me pregnant was going to solve that?â
âNo,â Tony gave a dry laugh, shaking his head. âNo, it wouldnât have solved it. Heâs⌠heâs not thinking straight. That has been made noticeably clear.â
âYou knew?â you asked quietly. And he finally looked at you, shame etched into his features. âWhen you asked me to take the first test?â
His answer hit you like a ton of bricks. âYeah, I did.â
âAnd you didnât say anything?â you asked breathlessly.
âYou⌠you were negative. And I was just going to let it rest and move on. No purpose of drawing up drama when it didnât need to be drawn up.â
âI trusted you,â you half gasped, getting up from the couch.
Tony followed your movement, half stumbling around the opposite side of the couch to chase after you as you clutched the bag close to your chest. He quickly dove into excuses, âI mean it when I said I thought it should stay buried. As long as it was okay. To save you from that stress. And I thought Steve could get his head on straight. But then he went and proved me fucking wrong. So wrong. And thatâs why I moved you. He doesnât know where you are. Iâm not going to let him around you. Not until he can prove he has himself set straight again. And if that never happens, then you donât have to see him again!â
He sounded so desperate for you to forgive him, thank him for what he was doing.
Swallowing sharply, you put up a wall. Coldly, you told him, âI have to go do this.â You tapped the bag. âYou know⌠something I didnât want to have to do. Ever. But here I am forced again by controlling men to do shit against my will.â
Tony looked wounded by that, and you ignored it, turning on your heel, storming down the hallway. You gritted your teeth. You were going to do your damndest to not cry.
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It had been over ten minutes since Y/N had locked the bathroom door before he finally heard something.
Tony was leaning on the wall outside and he heard her stifle a sob. His eyes closed, exhaling deeply. He pushed away from the wall and his hand came to the door handle of the door, but he hesitated. His hand fell from the handle, deciding to give her space, and he walked away back towards the living room, his hand coming up to rub at his face, distressed.
Yes, it was going to be easier having her close by pregnant to watch over, he thought to himself.
Regardless of if it was his or not.
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Daryl or Eric were not in the lobby, causing Steve to frown. Were they upstairs? He got into the elevator, a bad feeling swirling in his gut.
He exited the elevator, holding the envelope to Y/Nâs favorite local boutique close to him. He meant to just slide it underneath the door to avoid pissing Tony off even further but to still connect to her. Extend an olive branch and slowly apologize, getting himself back to her good graces.
He stopped though, seeing Terrence or Wylan were not there at the hallwayâs end. Worry was beginning to seep in deep at the fact both sets of men were not where they were supposed to be.
Picking up his pace, Steve moved to her apartment door and his heart hammered seeing the keylock on her door instead of a deadbolt. That meant she had moved, and the apartment was empty.
His jaw set, fury burning its way through him.
Tony, that son of a bitch.
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