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Chronobug

WHO ELSE IS EXCITED FOR CHRONOBUG?

I gave it a go to what I think would be a cool design for Chronobug in the upcoming London special. I tried to take inspo from y2k and some futuristic elements to play with the time aspect of the bunny. What are you most excited for the specia?

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Mystery, Thriller, and Horror Masterlist

a cabin in the woods (ao3) - nightwalker steve/tony E, 26k

Summary: It was supposed to be a relaxing vacation, a chance for them to spend some time as a couple and work out some of the kinks in their relationship. That was before everything got weird.

A Morbid Taste for Ice (ao3) - sitehound darcy/loki M, 198k

Summary: Darcy Lewis likes to think of herself as terribly adaptable, with an "If life gives you lemons, zap life with a Taser and demand chocolate" sort of attitude. And life, lately, has had a perverse sense of humor, first trapping her in a state of perpetual Science Assistant in the armpit of New Mexico known as Puente Antiguo; and then forcing her to live in a trailer home with Jane Foster, Jane's guy, Thor, and his brother, Loki, master of mischief and wide-scale urban renewal.

But Darcy's not about to let her situation get her down. She's managed to get pretty good at her job, and with liberal application of a credit card, made her rustic house a home. And wielding a Taser and armored by her snarky wit, she's more than a match for the God of Mischief.

Stumbling face-first over the frozen body of a friend on the front porch, however, is more than even mostly unflappable Darcy can handle. The obvious suspect is her mentally unstable roommate. But despite all his other faults, Darcy is certain Loki isn't the perpetrator. And not just because she's starting for fall for him....

A Sky Full of Stars (ao3) - OllieCollie pepper/tony T, 52k

Summary: The kid is small, but he’s a dead weight in Tony’s arms. As he pulls back and away from the cryopod, something catches his eye, stopping him in his tracks. In the bottom of the pod, underneath where the boy had just been lying, is a stamped image of a spider. Next to the symbol lies a small but clear logo. Oscorp.

Provided with the opportunity to get access to life-saving treatment for his ill daughter, Tony Stark accepts the position as pilot for a two-year long delivery across the galaxy. But when an undocumented asteroid causes the ship to crash land on an unknown planet, Tony uncovers a dark secret about his employer.

Now he has to hike miles over uncharted terrain with the only other survivor—a traumatized teenager with strange, spider-like abilities. Danger lurks around every corner, and it’s a fight to survive as the duo faces deadly threats, ranging from rushing rivers to forty-foot predators.

Oh yeah, and the kid he’s with doesn’t even speak the same language as he does.

Cyclical (ao3) - Pandagirl23 bucky/tony M, 24k

Summary: An old estate was bought. Under the weeds are tunnels and the halls. Light shall be shed on a wrong that was done.

Dirty Little Secret (ao3) - spideynoir mj/peter M, 71k

Summary: MJ is now a successful journalist in New York. Peter is getting his masters while handling two jobs at once. When they reunite after years of not seeing each other since high school, it reignites a flame between them that neither expected to feel again. Starting a relationship isn't an option, but what if they remove all the complications of dating and keep all the... fun? While MJ deals with finally letting her guard down, Peter struggles to keep his two worlds from colliding. Not to mention that a dangerous menace has reached their city and now Peter has to do everything in his power to protect those he cares about.

eight feet under (and no air to breathe) (ao3) - DustySoul G, 13k

Summary: Daredevil gets buried alive.

The horrible and random demise of a civilian effects Nat and Clint. They’re going to waste time digging up this day old grave - just like the mice in this little game knew they would. They don’t actually expect the man to be alive.

Matt Murdock has to pull through, somehow, and protect his identity (both of them) while he tries to make his way back to Hell’s Kitchen. At least the journey is easier from Midtown and not a grave.

ex nihilo (ao3) - angrbodagiantess M, 27k

Summary: Something sinister is happening in Avengers Tower, and where is everybody?

haunt, haunted, haunting (ao3) - katling T, 8k

Summary:

To haunt - To appear or recur often, especially as a ghost Haunted - Often visited by ghosts or spirits Haunting - Persistently recurring to the mind, difficult to forget

Natasha Romanov returns after the Civil War, thinking she can carry on just like before. She’s wrong. She’s very, very wrong.

I'll Tell No Lies (ao3) - doctorestranged peter/wade E, 77k

Summary: When a series of murders take place, Peter Parker goes undercover in Sister Margaret’s to get intel on Tony Stark’s prime suspect: Deadpool. Peter goes in hoping to get enough information so that Spider-Man can save the day, but like everything in Peter’s life, it becomes a bit more complicated than that and it soon becomes apparent that he might not be the best fit for the job.

I'm the Guy That Didn't Marry Pretty Pamela Brown (ao3) - Kathar clint/phil M, 56k

Summary: Agent Phil Coulson of SHIELD is reluctantly heading home for his high school reunion, at the request of an old friend. Natasha Romanov is playing the part of his girlfriend, even though she’s not. Clint Barton’s shown up with his bike, his bass, and a surprising knowledge of bluegrass. To complicate matters, Phil's parents wish he’d just settle down, Natasha has a hidden agenda, Clint ends up aiding and abetting juvenile delinquency, and the town in general is extraordinarily concerned with alien carp.

Interworld (ao3) - Captain_Panda steve/tony M, 12k

Summary: You won’t ever get tired of an Avengers, Assemble! call at four in the morning.

There is no formal alarm; you are awoken by the crack of wood being liberated from its hinges. As the shadowy creature tosses the door aside, you register five facts: it is huge, crackling, jagged, bleak, and cannot be of Earth. It advances quickly.

You have a gun in the drawer next to your bed.

(1) Cowboy up. (2) Duck and roll. . o .

You're Tony Stark.

Tonight, every choice will count towards your survival.

life’s for the living (and the things in between) (ao3) - SalParadiseLost T, 70k

Summary: The Avengers get called in to help with a series of disappearances in Norway that seem to be connected to an old Norse legend. Thor has been shattered by Ragnarok, but he goes on the mission to get away from the memories that haunt him in New Asgard. Instead of a reprieve though, he finds himself facing his ghosts more than ever, especially once one of them begins to sound suspiciously like his brother.

Aka Thor is haunted, first by Loki, and later by a much less friendly ghost.

Provenance (ao3) - kingdomfaraway T, 81k

Summary: “I heard a rumor that you were introducing your new protégé to the world. I wanted to come and meet the young man who impressed Tony Stark while only in High School," Mr. Osborn spoke.

“No poaching,” Mr. Stark responded in a firm voice. “Finders keepers.”

Peter almost had to laugh at that one, technically if anything, Mr. Osborn helped create Spider-man, he would have dibs over Mr. Stark. But he certainly wasn’t going to mention it to either man.

(or: Peter Parker Struggles With Identity, Tony Stark is Concerned Dad and Norman Osborn is Creepy)

returning (ao3) - harcourt N/R, 3k

Summary: While under the influence of Loki’s scepter, Clint keeps finding strange notes telling him to wake up and isn’t quite sure what to make of them.

And they keep appearing.

The Devouring Storm (ao3) - blondsak, mysterycyclone mj/peter, ned/flash T, 98k

Summary: The city is unusually quiet tonight. Oh, sure, he’s had his usual crimes: muggings, drug deals, a few break ins. Nothing special. Nothing that could possibly explain the thread of tension winding through him, slowly tightening like a noose. Ever since last night, his spidey senses have set off at a low, maddening hum, distracting him, needling him, filling him with a restless energy that’s robbed him of restful sleep. He’s used to dealing with his super powered anxiety, but this feels different somehow. More ominous. And what’s weirder is that other people seem to be a little more wary, a little more on edge than usual, too. Cops, firefighters, even one of the guys Peter caught snatching a purse commented on it from his web cocoon on a street light.

“You feel that, Spidey? The city’s all weird tonight. Feels like the whole place is holding its breath, waiting on something.”

The One That Got Away (ao3) - lomku steve/tony T, 13k

Summary: Steve Rogers wants to go on a coffee date. Maria Hill is out for the enemy’s blood. Tony Stark is arguing with himself about what to do with a certain super-soldier’s advances. Oh, and the Skrulls are invading. Again.

The Weeping Siren (ao3) - GalaxyThreads T, 90k

Summary: When Vanaheim requests aid dealing with a creature dubbed the Weeping Siren, Sif had never thought Loki capable of doing something so recklessly selfless. Then again, this whole fiasco has made her acutely aware of something: she and the Warriors Three never really knew Loki. (AKA the Warriors Three and Sif realize they were wrong about Loki) gen, Pre-Thor

What's The Worst That Could Happen? (ao3) - slightly_salty_ace peter/wade M, 33k

Summary: Spider-man narrowly missed landing on the rooftop, but grabbed the gutter at the last second. It creaked under his weight, threatening to give. The vigilante's arms shook as he struggled to haul himself up. The bitter taste of blood filled his mouth, and his chest ached as he fought for air. Suddenly, the gutter broke free, sending Spider-man crashing into the busy street below.

Civilians screamed in shock, some scattering while others crowded around the fallen hero. There was a thud next to Spider-man's head, and he opened his eyes to see Iron Man standing over him. The armored man pointed a repulsor at Spider-man's head.

"Surrender, Spider-man. You can't win."

[respectfulkitfistosimp]

The Abode

A Kayn lol x reader fanfic part 7 masterlist

Contrary to how he had been acting so far, Zed didn't exactly trust you. He thought that the way Kayn had met you was too perfect, let alone how strange it was for his student to immediatly trust you enough to offer you a job in the order, still he allowed you in with the sole purpose of watching your every step to know what you were planing. The suspicion he held towards you increasing with each talk about ethics, the importance of living in a sanitary enviorment and "unionizing assasins so the rich won't take advantage of the Order". He saw the way you slaved away every night working or studying, saw the interactions you had with all of his acolytes and payed special attention to how you behaved around Kayn, you might be able to fool Kayn with a calm, unmoving facade but not him, in fact your feelings for him were so very obvious that he didn't know why Kayn of all of his students couldn't see it, but clearly you were blind to his feelings too. Zed meditated on wether or not to trust you for months, testing you all of the time with even the most simple of tasks or questions yet you still unknowingly aced every single one of them, he was fairly conflicted to say the least, he understood that you were someone who could be trusted yet his instincs told him that you were hiding something, whether that something good or bad he was eventually going to find out and what better way to make someone reveal their cards than to give them exactly what they wanted. Zed presumed that it would happen when you were "alone" with Kayn, so the obvious course of action was to get you two together and hopefully one would confess their love for the other, causing you to spill all the beans.

Zed, however, hadn't foreseen just how infuriatingly dense you could be, each time Kayn displayed in the most obvious way his affections towards you you would still find a way to stir the conversation away from the almost-confession and continue on like nothing, not even questioning it to yourself. He wished he could simply put you two together in a room and comand Kayn to confess, but that would simply ruin his plan, so he decided to give you one last chance to recognize Kayn's feelings for you and if you failed then he would honor his part of the contract, which you had one day made him sign, and allow you a vacation to the spirit realm. The oportunity had basically landed in front of him when yet again his acolytes had been called to war, he hoped that this time Kayn would do something other than kiss you when he eventually sent you to take care of the injured.

But the conflict proved to be too deadly, the Noxian forces had been undercounted, many Ionian soldiers and even the assasins that prided themselves in fighting within the shadows had been put to rest in the cold reality of the war. By the time you got there the ground couldn't be distinguished from the blood and bodies, ripped flags moved with the wind along with ash and glint from the burning surroundings; you had heard that the smell of burning bodies was one that even if you had never smelt before you would be able to recognize it in a second, and unfortunatly you did. The corners of your eyes quickly filled up with tears from both the smoke and the sheer horror your eyes had to see, you wanted to cry like a baby in the face of such barbarity and to scream and howl into the wind until no more sounds could come out of your throat, but you had people to take care of, so with selfmade courage you ran trhu the desolate battlefield searching for someone to give medical attention to. You scanned the faces of the bodies in the dirt to see the smallest type of movement that could tell you if they were alive, you recongized some of those faces but they were all already cold, until eventually you heard whimpers that you knew too well so you ran faster than you had ever done so before in your life towards the body laying on the ground, covering it with thick blood and then your clothes as you knelt next to him, almost screaming his name so that he could open his eyes and see you as you administered first aid to his biggest wound.

The loss of blood and pain had most likely affected Kayn at this point, because the second he opened his eyes the gruesomenes around you two faded into the background, the look on your eyes and messy talking filling his senses to a point where he didn't even know who he was, what he was doing there or the pain he was experiencing, all Kayn knew was that if he didn't speak now he would regret it more than whatever atrocity he had commited in the past. So he took a deep breath, feeling it sting and finally you focused your eyes on him, next he wetted his busted lips with his tounge, tasting iron off of them and finally he spoke:

—I will protect you from everything, I will walk into a thousand battles for you and win all of them if it means that I get to return to you, I want those compassionate eyes that you show to every other acolyte to only look at me.

He whispered all of that and you couldn't believe a word he said, your mind tried to sabotage you by telling you that it was all just a lie but when you saw his eyes starting to shut every part of you became a mess, from your heart to your mind to even your trembling fingers, you held him close to you to try and somehow give him your strength, you were crying in silence both tears of happiness and distress, one of those tears fell into his face and his eyes flutered open for just a second and you took this opportunity to talk to him.

—Don't close your eyes, please—you begged him thru shaky breaths and sniffles, speaking quickly—you have to pull thru, I need to treat you and I can't do that if you die, please don't leave me, please.

You weren't sure where Kayn pulled the strength to open them and even keep them open but you where thankful for it. It meant that he was able to listen to you but that didn't mean there wasn't a possibility that he could die and you didn't want to close his eyes when he was gone. Somehow you were able to carry him in your back, feeling his blood sticking to your shirt as you looked around for a door or anything that could be opened but you found nothing.

—I'm cold—he whispered closed to your ear, if the wind had been any stronger you wouldn't have been able to hear him.

The tears that you had managed to stop earlier returned, your eyes were open wide to a point where it looked like they would jump from your skull, you looked everywhere as you took in each part of the terrain but there wasn't a door anywhere and as you dropped him carefully to the ground you fell hard on your knees, possibly bruising them, and then you held him and tried to rub off a bit of dirt from his face with your own dirty hands. That's when you saw smoke coming from somewhere, your intuition telling you to follow it and after carrying him on your back again you walked towards it, hurried footsteps developing into a full on run as you realized what was burning: a house, and where there's a house there's a door and you saw it, a beaten down, almost completely burned wooden door, your hand went to immediately grabb the doorknob which burned your hand, you gritted your teeth before grabbing it again, the pain from the hot metal knob burning the skin of your hand but still you opened it to reveal the hallways you knew too well. A step inside and the door closed behind you as you walked inside The Abode, Kayn's body resting on the table as you started to work on him, all of the equipment you needed spawning next to you along with the technology you had missed so much.

[sitp-recs]

any fic recs where harry falls first??? thanks :p

Sure! Sometimes it’s hard to identify whoever’s falling first because of different POVs, but you might enjoy these:

Play Dates by bixgirl1 (2017, E, 8k)

Harry never thought seeing Malfoy as a dad would affect him this way.

Blind Date by josephine_wenteworth (2016, T, 8.6k)

Draco’s been working with Harry for years when another one of his relationships goes stale. He has to be married within a year, and though the WizNet has burned him in the past, Draco finds a new possibility in man as desperate to marry as he is.

Solve Us Like a Mystery by tryslora (2013, T, 12k)

When Harry stops in at the bookstore where Draco works, they find a surprising shared interest in mysteries.

In Which Harry is Magnetic North and Draco Is An Idiot by bryoneybrynn (2014, T, 13k)

For as long as he can remember, Draco’s been bringing fake dates to his family’s annual Yuletide celebration in order to evade his mother’s matchmaking.

Voices From The Fog by noeon (2010, E, 13k)

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Take the Moon by @tackytigerfic (2022, M, 15k)

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Magical Menagerie by DorthyAnn (2017, T, 16k)

Convinced by Hermione to get a new pet, Harry goes to Magical Menagerie and finds it's now owned by Draco Malfoy who has changed since the war... in a good way, a really good way.

Take These Lies by @pennygalleon (2021, E, 20k)

There’s a portrait of his godfather in Draco Malfoy’s potions shop and Harry needs to know why. But that’s not why he keeps coming back.

With Great Yawns and Stretchings by sugar_screw (2016, T, 22k)

The coffee is very good. Really. And the cats are so cute. That's why Harry goes so often.

I Bet That You Look Good on the Dancefloor by birdsofshore (2015, E, 28k)

Harry felt lit up from inside as soon as he entered the bar. There were blokes dancing together, their bodies close to one another, not keeping a wary distance as Harry was always careful to do when he was near another man.

The Gentlewizard Club by Sophie_French (2014, E, 28k)

Draco wants what Draco wants. And if he has to snuggle up to Harry to get it, well, surely, Draco can handle that. Problem is, not sure Harry can.

Potential Gravity by zeitgeistic (2014, E, 32k)

Draco is not good at Cards Against Humanity, but Harry’s not good at being human, so it all works out. Except for the explosions. And Harry’s inability to live when Draco’s not around.

The Moon Looks Lovely Tonight by Omi_Ohmy (2014, M, 35k)

When Harry moves into the damp and empty Black house, it doesn’t quite feel like home. And then the first owl moves in. After that, it’s a steep slope leading to bed-sharing, more owls, assorted housemates, strange potions experiments, and terrible cooking. And a bit of waltzing, too.

The Vanishing Department by dictacontrion (2014, E, 47k)

The things we lose have a way of coming back to us in the end, even if that involves a lot more form-filling, bickering, covert glancing, miscommunication, and flying furniture than we might expect.

Here's The Pencil, Make It Work by ignatiustrout (2013, M, 50k)

Harry thinks "Why is Malfoy working in a coffee shop in muggle London?" is a much simpler question than, "Are you going to accept that auror offer and, if you don't, what will you do?"

Take the Air by dysonrules (2018, M, 51k)

Someone or something is attacking Muggles and leaving them for dead. Auror Harry Potter is assigned to the case, but with his usual partner unavailable, he is stuck with the most annoying Auror ever to walk the halls of the Ministry.

The Trouble with Wanting by waldorph (2021, E, 60k)

Draco Malfoy is cleared of all charges; this is what happens next.

Tea and No Sympathy by who_la_hoop (2014, E, 70k)

It's been nearly a year since the unpleasant business at Hogwarts, and Draco's getting on with his life quite nicely, thank you, until Harry sodding Potter steps in and ruins it all, just like always.

Kept in Cages by sweet_s0rr0w (2022, E, 76k)

Deep in the heart of the Ministry lies the Beast Division: a hidden room where ancient beasts roam, and winged creatures soar, and grumpy giant ferrets eat all your biscuits unless you keep them well hidden. Draco Malfoy would know – he’s been working there for five years now, after all.

Azoth by zeitgeistic (2013, E, 88k)

Now that Harry is back at Hogwarts with Hermione for eighth year, he realises that something’s missing from his life, and it either has to do with Ron, his boggart, Snape, or Malfoy.

Little Deaths and How to Avoid Them (or Draco Malfoy's Guide to Stop Dying and Start Living Instead) by nerakrose (2018, T, 96k)

Malfoy is way too interested in coroner reports for somebody who's definitely not looking for ways to die, Harry wants to be friends with him, and Ginny wants to break up with Harry.

Can't Sit Still by wilteddaisy (2018, E, 193k)

Five years after the war, Harry finds himself drawn to Draco Malfoy by memories that aren't his own.

A Secondary Education by Thunderbird587 (2018, E, 234k)

Fleeing the aftermath of his recent divorce, Draco Malfoy takes up a post as the new Potions Master at Hogwarts. At first he believes his hopes for a fresh start are dashed when he sees that a certain boyhood rival is on staff there as well. But Harry Potter is being weirdly nice to him, leaving Draco no choice but to play along.

[theuniverseawakens347]

t.hoose dedicated to the journey of taking drugs n trying to fuck as many nights that’ll let YOU hit while playing shy n innocent men only looking cause ya fake the gym results.. ya got dry boring personality …you need to get a woman.. ur a wing man … you want to dominate them… BUT THE MEN SEEKING YOU ARE FAKE …don’t know nothing other than cheating for their body goals n ruining her life emotionally… your a Aja miles mental and need … help YOU N INDIA USE MY PHOTOS ON A FINSTA OF AS A MOTIVATION TO OUT DO ME WHEN I WASNT EVEN @. Checking for you and 2. JUST GOT ON MY OWN MOTIVATIONAL TIP MY OWN INSPIRATION… THATS WILD…IM USING ME FOR MOTIVATION IN MY OWN LANE AND YAL GOT ALL THIS ATTENTION BUT STILL WANTING TO OUT DO SOMEONE YOU TELL OTHERS IS A STALKER AND A LITTLE MAN PLATFORM.. BANK LIFESTYLE…. THATS OD…I DONT EVEN KNOW YOU AS CASHAY WALLACE AND CLEARLY AS GOD YA NOT WORTH BEING IN THE KINGDOM.. WEIRD THESE MEN DONT WNAA BE AROUND YOU YOU BEG TO HANG N DO FOTO SHOOTS AND SMOKE OR GET FOOD… ALSO THIS DAMN TEDDYBYA GOT IT WHEN YA SEN MY SHOOTS WITH MINE… weirdo on steroids. Use MY PHOTOS TO GET NIIGAS IN THE GYM THEM SHOW US AS URSELF… UR DARK SIN IM LIGHT N INDIA SHE SENDS YOU YA INDOOR TRAINING JUST BEGINNING VIDEO… YOU USED ME N ZENDYA COUSIN CASSIE NAME.. WE FAMILY HUH OKAY PAYOUT ON FAIL SCAMMER CREDIT CARDS CASH GYM PAY MEMBERSHIPS .. tiara ya bully India zenday a and störend online n leave my name or matiska and then work together face to face to bully other girls or do fraud or pimp ya self to men… then take photos like India t hookworm… ya doing steroids n other shit why ya nothing working out that much… kings gout… 6 .5 sinners deadly sins…. Ya mental as fuck.

[katsukikitten]

So onto this again.

But you're pretty fucking notorious, well your name is, so no one knows exactly what you look like but you leave a calling card or two. Bullets with your initials, black lipstick pressed to the cheeks of the people you've robbed.

Train looking through the cargo cart as long as you can, grabbing these assholes extra jewelry and cash before you go up to the passenger cars. Normally you'd avoid making too big a fuss, more slight of hand in the passenger cars, dressed in some of the finer silks you've borrowed to blend in. Hating how stiff the dress makes you feel compared to your usual blue jeans, dark black boots and hat to match.

Still in order to get a mark to feel relaxed, the first thing you do is look like them. Quick fingers pulling off necklaces, watches and diamond rings without so much as stopping as you make your way to the big pay day.

A big bank executive who was rumored to carry upwards of 20k at all times. Smoke billows in the air, clotting out the sky. Time against you because once you entered the tunnel the train immediately goes over a valley with a large drop.

Shutting the door behind you in the private car closest to the engineer.

"Ma'am, this is-" but the guard doesn't finish as your gun smokes, now pointed to the executive, ready to hiss your demands before you paint the walls red.

Until you hear an explosion followed by a chours of screams, the door to board the train car flies open, a black horse keeping pace sans rider as the large ash blonde grapples the train. Cruel smile on his face that falls when he looks up at you.

Recognizing you immediately solely from your gun, pearl handled revolver.

"You're-" Cutting him off by cocking your gun, aiming it at him and shooting in less than a second. His grip on the cool steel of the train loosens and he snaps his body so the wind would take him, help him doge as his other strong hand keeps him planted. His horse spooks, bucking and rearing up, quickly lost by the passing train.

Meanwhile you take your heeled boot and slam it into the executive to knock him out temporarily.

"Damn sweetheart."

"Shut the fuck up Dynamight. You're ruinin this fuckin heist." You shoot at him again, this time he jumps into the car, landing hard onto the wooden floor. Leaving him a fish in a barrel and you take aim. He's quick to roll out of the way as you fire again.

Twice more and this time he doesn't dodge, fast enough to grab the fat banker and use him as a shield before discarding him onto the floor to stain the wood.

He stalks closer deadly smile on his lips, "That's six. Or did ya forget t' count?"

"I always count." You hiss, swinging your gun to slam the barrel into his cheek before flipping it so the butt of it can deliver the rest of the damage.

Anyway that's all I've got.

Took a new back road route since I'm coming to and from this city often enough and there is a part where you follow next to a large set of rail road tracks for a good ass minute. So it gave me thoughts of

Cowboy Bakugou riding his horse who loves to fucking run and has every intention to rob this train not knowing you're already holding it up 👀

[helenazbmrskai]

Born This Way 2 (m)

Pairing – [Hybrid! Jimin and Jeongguk x Human! Reader (fem.)]

Genre – [Hybrid AU, Smut]

Summary – [It’s been almost four months now that you bought your hybrids from that bitch and had them tied to chairs. You had lots of fun. You’re happy that they seem to like being here with you. Or– Jimin and Jeongguk have been thriving under your care – the healthy glow is on both of their skins, taken care of both physically and mentally – and they’re very serious about always paying your kindness back tenfold.]

Warnings – [Character Development, Smut, (M x M, M x F) (!) threesome, oral (f x m), cunnilingus, sub!jiguk, soft dom!reader (very soft for her boys), guk has tattoos and lip piercing, shy!guk, lots of kisses, lots of tongues and spit used, hair pulling, cum swapping, fingering, handjob and blowjob (m x m), oral (m x m), praise (o.c. it’s for jimin), bunny!guk, cat!jimin (and he certainly gots the cream), clit rubbing, female masturbation, they watch each other a lot, begging, guided deep throating (m x m), throatpie and creampie(s), dirty talk, pet names (kitty, bunny, honey, baby etc.), cum play, cute and sexy time, unprotected sex (be safe!), double vaginal penetration, size kink, cock worship, cockriding, french kissing, belly bulge]

Word Count – [4k] – of filth!

Author note. We might meet again in part 3? Who knows.

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The metal touch of Jeongguk's lip ring digging through your folds makes your whole body erupt in goosebumps.

Your hand is carding through the messy bed hair encouraging him to eat you up like an animal starved. Let him flick his pointy tongue over your pink clit, delivering a perfect kitten lick – putting the cats in shame (but not Jimin) while being a good bunny. He pushes your hips down fingers digging into your milky skin and puts more pressure on your pleasure point, circling the nub with his wet muscle until you’re squirming in your seat.

Jimin and Jeongguk have been thriving under your care – the healthy glow is on both of their skins, taken care of both physically and mentally – and they’re very serious about always paying your kindness back tenfold. You gave them a home and that’s more than any of their owners offered them before. Either with skilful fingers or eager tongues, they are always very grateful. Sometimes they make you breakfast. However, this time it looks like you’re the breakfast.

They grew (on you) to be far more than sex toys. Better than dolls, breathing and thinking people with mouths that are capable of more than just eating you out. Their talk is just as deadly.

The show you were watching is turned into white noise by two needy boys, a background of your Jeongguk’s sweet noises.

Too caught off guard by a tongue pressing against your clothed core to let out anything but a surprised moan. Needy hands pushing your t-shirt up and over your ass exposing your black lace to the living room air. While tattooed and slender fingers take care of your clothes gentle fingers find your face.

Jimin’s hand curls under your chin and pulls your head back to rest it against the couch’s headboard. The hybrid stands behind you on the other side of the furniture and leans in to place a kiss on your nose his right ear twitches cutely when you run your hands over his dark hair.

Jimin’s tongue parts your lips at the same time as Jeongguk pulls your underwear to the side and licks your bare pussy. Catching each other’s needy eyes as you moan. The sensations are overwhelming as they perfectly follow the rhythm of each other’s tongues without communicating. Being so in sync might come from their friendship and experience. Maybe something more.

Your focus is switching between tongues; one is passionately exploring your mouth, pillowy lips parting to taste you up there whilst the other is enjoying your heady sweet taste that your swollen and excited cunt produces for them. Moaning into each other’s mouths as Jimin releases his sweet impatient noises grabby hands fondling your clothed breasts.

Parting your folds with a heavy lick from top to bottom. The tip of Jeongguk’s tongue prods your opening shyly but his gaze on you is anything but shy, thrusting it in and out shallowly earns a shaky exhale of breath. His lustful eyes excite you with a promise of a good time.

Too many sensations at once make the boy sensitive to touches. The bunny might have an oral fixation or is it’s just for your taste only. You tug on his hair and are delighted to see his fucked out expression. Tongue poking out and eyes half lidded as he looks into your eyes. You wipe your sticky arousal from the corner and pop it into your mouth Jimin and Jeongguk groans at the same time when you sensually guide your finger down your throat and between your breasts hidden by fabric leaving a glistening wet trail for their hungry eyes to follow.

His moan shoots desire straight to your clit as he lets his mouth rest over your folds. Busy rutting his hips into the couch as Jimin’s fingers wrap around the veiny shaft and pumps him in languid strokes.

”M-My good boys.” Your smile is lopsided. You’re finally able to breathe now that Jimin’s tongue is no longer down your throat as he takes his place behind Jeongguk. The bunny’s face flushes at your praise still struggling with his shyness over compliments even when he’s between your legs.

Jimin is entirely different when met with your praises, he visibly likes them which encourages him to do better and try to get you to say more. Your eyes mist over when Jeongguk’s lips wrap around your clit and suck. Eyes rolling to the back of his head. His moan is screeched into your pulsing clitoris when Jimin swipes his thumb over the tip of Jeongguk’s cock.

The open space is filled with the noise of Jimin’s wet fingers working over his friend’s cock. The couch obscures your view and you’re a little disappointed that you can’t watch Jimin’s tiny fingers wrapped around Jeongguk’s big length but you enjoy the faces the younger makes while pleasure consumes his whole being making his toes curl and his mind go all mussy. Distracted from his initial task Jeongguk’s mouth opens in constant moans his head resting against your thigh cheeks pushed up ragged breaths fanning over your wet pussy as he tries to nuzzle his desperate noises into your skin while Jimin’s fingers pump his cock harder.

”If you want to come you have to beg.” Your reminder barely registers in his mind only looks up when you grip the back of his head and pull hard. Different from when you were caressing his hair; the mix of pain and pleasure gets the reaction you anticipated as a fresh bead of precum rolls down his shaft dirtying Jimin’s fingers.

”Ple-ase!” The bunny chokes on his whine Jimin’s lips coming down on his neck to get a pretty little bruise on his skin. Getting bothered by the hidden visual you motion for Jimin to stand up.

”Sit on the table. I wanna see.” Jeongguk reluctantly leaves his place between your legs after you poke his cheek with your finger. When he stands he gets rid of the pants and underwear that were stretched around his strong thighs just down enough so Jimin could pull his cock out of his pants. His cock bobs up and down as he takes a seat on top of the cleared table a shiver runs down his spine as his butt makes contact with the cold glass tabletop.

”Beg. Tell me how much you want Jimin to take your big cock into his mouth.” Your fingers travel down your stomach until it reaches your drenched cunt two of them rubbing up and down as you watch them.

”Please J-Jimin.” Shy bunny. Knowing that it’s hard for him to even say please you don’t try to be mean. You tell the cat hybrid to continue and he gets into a comfortable position on the floor between Jeongguk’s muscular legs. Thanks to the angle and how Jimin moves his body you have a great view of his thick lips wrapping around the bunny’s cockhead. He throws his head back with a moan when Jimin lets his cock slip out with a loud pop a string of saliva connecting his lips to the pink tip. Jeongguk’s hands grip the edge of the glass table until his knuckles turn white while Jimin coats his entire length in his spit licking and kissing around his length until the younger one is nearly losing his mind from the teasing.

”Be nice. He did say please.” Neither of you cares as your fingers grip the back of Jimin’s head the fingers that are wet with your juices now dampen a few strands of hair while you guide his head and make him take half of Jeongguk’s entire length down his throat. Jimin gags around the sudden fullness but doesn’t move you wait for his breathing to regulate before you pull his head back and guide Jeongguk’s cock into his open mouth making him take a little more than before but he struggles less as he gets used to the ache in his jaw. You’re better at pacing than he is. Both of them are comfortable doing this with you. You know their limits and they trust you as you trust them. You know their weaknesses and strong points. Jimin gives the best head his throat is always so tight. You both are good at different things, Jimin can take less cock but the practised swirls of his tongue make up for it. You can take all of him into your mouth, both of you feel good in different ways to jeongguk.

You rub your thighs together as you control how much of his cock he takes, how he moves when he moans. Jimin’s hands rest on either side of Jeongguk’s knees giving you complete power over him. Spit and cum runs down his throat as you pick up the speed of fucking Jimin’s face with the bunny’s cock. Let him breathe between thrusts as you force his head to take it deeper his nose nearly bumping into Jeongguk’s stomach as you caress his hair for doing so good.

”That’s it Jiminie. Do you hear the sounds Gukie makes for you? He loves your tight little throat so much. Will you let him cum down your throat?” Jimin nods his head a couple of times enthusiastically as much as he could with his mouth full of cock but you see nonetheless how eager he is to taste his friend’s cum. Knowing their bodies so well you know what it takes for the bunny to come.

”You’re doing so great honey. We’re almost finished I know your throat probably hurts from taking such a big cock in your mouth.” Your coo makes the cat hybrid preen. You make the ache bearable without you he’s sure he wouldn’t be able to take care of Jeongguk so well.

Your fingers go to the base of his cat ears scratching lightly until he starts to softly purr. The vibrations and the swallow thrusts do their job. Jeongguk’s thighs tremble as Jimin keeps purring, his cock pulsing and growing sensitive as he could taste the upcoming release on the tip of his tongue.

”Ah, ah J-Jimin!” You swallow his sounds with your mouth his bunny ears keep twitching as he tries to come down from his high but it’s hard when Jimin keeps flicking his tongue over his throbbing cock cleaning up the mess he made. The bunny’s mouth hung open in a breathy moan as he shot his load down Jimin’s throat. When the load seems to be too much for Jimin to handle you encourage him to pull back not caring about the cum getting on the furniture.

”So much. Is it good kitty?” Jimin nods at your mischievous question. Both of you are ignoring the red tint of the younger’s cheek as he sees his cum painted on the cat hybrid’s face and even his clothes. Bunny hybrids have a bigger load of cum than others it’s something that you realised he’s insecure about no matter how many times you and Jimin told him that it’s natural for him and no need to be embarrassed. If anything you both love this about him.

”Let me taste.” Your knees bump together playfully as you lower yourself to the ground with the help of grabbing Jeongguk’s thighs for stability. One hand holds the back of Jimin’s neck while the other waves itself into his hair kissing him with tongue and having the lingering taste of Jeongguk’s cum in his mouth.

”Good job kitty. I hope your throat is ok.” You caress his adam’s apple with your thumb kissing over the hickey you left on him yesterday. Peppering his face and neck with kisses to calm his nerves. Happy when you hear him giggle and Jeongguk fondly smiles watching the interaction between you two. Sometimes it’s still hard to believe for him that you’re treating them so good.

”I-I” Jimin gulps and then stutters. Embarrassed that his voice sounds so hoarse. ”I’m ok.” He sends both of you a wide smile and you’re satisfied enough with his sincerity that you can continue with the fun.

”In that case. Goods boys deserve rewards. Right Jeonggukie?” Your smile is blinding and contagious as he smiles back bunny teeth on display. You take Jeongguk’s hand and he helps you up then helps Jimin.

”He did good right? Kitty made you cum so hard.” Encouraging them is rewarding as Jimin soaks in the bunny’s compliments and shy kisses. Jeongguk is not usually vocal about praises he needs a little push to express himself. He’s a typical textbook example of showing affection rather than saying it and there’s nothing wrong with being like that. You make them sit next to each other while you straddle Jimin’s lap. Enjoying the view of Jimin’s tongue teasing Jeongguk and kissing him open mouthed with spit smeared on both of their lips.

”Y-Your mouth is always so tight. I almost c-cummed when your nose touched my stomach. It was so hot.” Proud of your bunny you hum and enjoy their interaction. Your pussy is hovering over Jimin’s clothed cock to not break the moment too soon. You want their attention on each other a little longer.

”As tight as Y/N’s pussy?” Jeongguk shudders when Jimin moves lower kissing his jaw. His weirdly textured tongue slips out and licks a long line up the younger’s throat. His human ears turn red as he tries to come up with a sentence that might make sense. Long fluffy bunny ears come down to hide his face as Jimin continues to kiss down his neck marking up the spotless patches of skin. So cute you wanna lick him too. Finding you in a playful mood you start kissing the other side working alongside Jimin as you both mark him up meeting in the middle of his throat sharing a quick kiss before you both move up and plant a sweet kiss on either side of the bunny’s cheek. Watch him turn even redder.

”Stick your tongue out for us baby.” Your fingers massage his throat encouraging the shy bunny to open his mouth and he does. Jimin catches onto your way of thinking quickly if you have to guess by the smirk he shows when you suck on the bunny’s outstretched tongue. The cat hybrid follows your lead intertwining your tongues in a hot open mouthed kiss that makes Jeongguk moan. The three of you kiss like that, messy and uncoordinated there’s nothing pretty in it but desire doesn’t have to be pretty. Desire needs to be felt and oh you fucking feel it.

Leaving the battle for dominance you let the two continue their heated lip locking while you concentrate on something else. For example the big bulge of Jimin’s cock that you can see through his clothes. Leaning over them while you were kissing you could feel it press against your thigh the entire time.

Feeling rather empty yourself you make quick work over his clothes. Separated them for a few seconds to get his shirt over his head. Now that both of your boys are naked you shouldn’t be left out of the fun. You get rid of the rest of your clothes to match their nudity finally earns their attention. The visual is perfect. Your hybrid’s gasping for air and naked kiss swollen lips and erect cocks swearing precums on their stomach. Perfect.

”Jeonggukie would you be so sweet and help me?” He nods like a good boy anticipating your order as you roll your hips and grind against Jimin’s cock. His moans are softer but less restrained than Jeongguk’s not ashamed to scream your name if you do something he likes. Jeongguk feels more comfortable with giving it gives him more power over the situation than receiving but when he’s sleeping with you and Jimin he’s getting better each time at letting himself go and just enjoying the ride. You lean in to kiss Jeongguk to give him his thank you kiss as you keep rolling your hips letting Jimin’s hands on your waist guide you for the remaining time of your kiss before you get back the control.

”Hold his cock in position until I sink down bunny.” You’re so wet. With anyone else, it would be embarrassing but with them, you don’t care if you seem desperate. Jeongguk wraps his tattooed fingers around Jimin’s cock and strokes him a couple of times collecting your juices and smearing it around to make the movement of his hand smoother and more pleasurable for him.

”Good boy. Making his cock wet and hard for me. I want him inside already.” Picking up on your impatience he nods more as a reminder for himself and grips Jimin’s cock by the base positioning him that you only need to sit on it.

Jeongguk lets go after Jimin’s cockhead slips in going back to kissing his friend’s neck and throat reciprocating the marks he inflicted on him before, feeling the vibration of his moans as you slowly fill yourself up.

Jimin has a hard time watching the change in your expression. He stays still until you adjust around him. It’s hard to stop himself from fucking you fast and hard but he doesn’t want to hurt you. He distracts himself from the feeling of being inside your tight pussy by reciprocating Jeongguk’s kisses.

”Your cock is so long Jiminie. Can you feel this?” You place his hand on your stomach letting him feel the outline of it.

Later when you start thrusting it gets replaced by Jeongguk’s hand. The bunny is turned on by the fact that he could feel Jimin’s cock move inside your pussy as you fuck him. Jimin helps you bounce on his cock after he’s sure he’s not hurting you he starts moving too, meeting your movement harder than the first.

”So good. Your cock is so good.” You’re saying anything and everything without really registering what you’re telling him. All praises and oh gods and fuck me’s as you fuck yourself stupid on Jimin’s cock.

Thankful for the tattooed finger that begins circling your clit. Jeongguk can see Jimin is nearing his end so he helps you speed along the finish line. It’s the push both of you needed as you cum around Jimin’s cock triggering his own end as you tighten and pulse around him. Painting your walls white you shudder at the feeling of getting full of cum.

”Up for some more baby? Not too tired?” You caress Jimin’s heated cheeks pushing his sweat soaked strands of hair away from his face. Jeongguk watches him with fond eyes kissing his earlobe while you kiss his forehead sweetly. Curious to know what you had in mind he shakes his head.

Always up for more fun. Especially if he could feel Jeongguk’s cock rub up against him while seated in your pussy as they both stretch you out.

”Gukie wanna cum again?” You giggle when his doe eyes widen at your suggestion. So cute.  

”Let’s make sure you’re wet enough. We don’t want to hurt you.” Jeongguk follows whatever Jimin suggest. You’re outnumbered. You’re not too fond of the idea of waiting anymore but you can’t say no when they’re doing their best kicked puppy eyes so you lay down after you roll your eyes. They are not even dog hybrids. What a shame.

”Dig in. Don’t make this too long.” Your eyes might seem uninterested but your body tells a different story. Your legs slightly shake when they push them apart opening you up to their hungry gazes. Your stance is wide to be able to fit both of them in between but you try not to care how the wide stretch hurts a little.

They both nod. Eager to get their hands on you. Long tattooed fingers push into your core as pillowy lips play with your clit. Their joined forces are easily making you surrender. Never thought before that the stars were this beautiful.

Their tongues meet on your clit french kissing each other and your cunt using their spit as lube to get you extra wet.

They pull away from you completely before you could come undone. You’re worked up and impatient to finally have them inside at the same time.

”It’s ok, baby you won’t hurt me.” You reassure him with a soft smile getting comfortable on top of Jimin as you wait for Jeongguk to start pushing in. Jimin’s the first to slip in and you don’t have to wait long to feel Jeongguk’s wide tip pop inside. Your nails dig into his hipbones as he further stretches you out. Pushing in slow and steady to give you as little discomfort as he possibly can. He could feel Jimin’s hardening cock inside you when he bottoms out.

He gives you plenty of time to get used to the new sensation of having two cock in your pussy and after the burn subsides you could certainly feel the appeal. You feel so full. Feeling them at the same time throbbing and rubbing up against each other and your inner walls. You can’t even describe it.

”I’m good. What about you Jimin? You good?” The boy nods fucked out and eyes unfocused as he easily gets overwhelmed by the feeling.

”Good. So fucking good.” His words are droopy and adorable you can’t help but give his nose a cute little kiss before you turn your head back and focus on Jeongguk again. He’s hungry for more. You get a glimpse of his dominant power and you want to see more. He’s not that shy bunny anymore.

”Go ahead bunny. Fuck us.” Bunny takes in a long breath his front teeth on display as he bites his lip in concentration. Pulling out halfway first then thrusting back. His first stroke is a killer. His length is rubbing up against Jimin’s cock which makes them both moan out in unison at the feeling. Going as deep as Jeongguk can the tips of their cocks rub next to each other creating pleasurable friction.

Jeongguk lets out grunts after each thrust he delivers. Every time his cock appears it gets coated in more of Jimin’s cum. Your tight ring of muscle flutters at the stretch when a second cock sinks into your depths. He’s fucking the cat hybrid’s creamy cum into you, it’s thick it doesn’t really slide down your inner thighs like your own arousal that soon pools around the couch cushions. It makes everything so slippery as he easily goes in and out. Going faster, slowing down, grinding with his cock inside you rubbing it against Jimin’s to make him cry out.

”I can’t hold it. I w-wanna cum!” Jeongguk desperately ruts into your heat. Too worked up to care if he’s a quick shooter or not. Neither of you cares. Fucking you two with everything he got.

You can’t help your hip's movements. Overwhelmed and rendered into a moaning mess. You’re wriggling at a limited space as you’re sandwiched between Jeongguk and Jimin’s bodies. Your nerve endings are on fire. The bunny boy is fully in control of your and Jimin’s orgasm. The destructive flames of your pleasure licking up your sore throat twisting in your belly until the rubber band snaps and you cum around their swollen and sensitive cocks.

”I want both of you to cum in me.”

Because of the wide stretch, your cum oozes out, your muscles are not taut enough and the hot liquid slide down Jeongguk’s balls. Making his movements more frantic he fucks you with controlled strokes aiming to make Jimin cum before him. Jimin’s long tail wraps around your torso to ground himself the soft fur tickling the underside of your breast and the sensation makes your walls constrict around their cocks.

Jeongguk fucks both his and Jimin’s cum into you making a mess every time he pulls out and pushes back. His fluffy knob tail keeps twitching their combined cums bloat your stomach as the bunny plugs it in you. You’re so wet and stretched out that it doesn’t hurt at all when his base gets a little thicker.

”Ugh, the cleaning lady will be so mad.” You groan when you see the mess under you. It was a new couch.

[navegandoaciegas]

Undivided Attention

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x f!reader

Warnings: smut, oral sex (f receiving), dry humping, mommy kink (?), Bucky being an old man and a whiny child at the same time. MINORS DNI

A/N: I’ve been gone for over a month and when I’m back I make Bucky call you mommy lmfao Hope y’all like this.

“Please princess, let me make you feel good, I’ll be so good to you, please,” he whined for the nth time, pleading with you through long lashes.

Puppy face, teary eyes, flushed cheeks: Bucky looked utterly destroyed, and you hadn’t even touched him yet.

You’d barely spared him a glance at all, humming noncommittally at every little mewl that escaped his plush lips, brushing his hands off anytime he’d grope your breasts or squeeze your thighs in nothing more than condescending annoyance.

“Five more minutes and then I’m done, puppy. You be good, hm?,” you hummed, phone tightly clutched in your hands.

You should have never listened to Peter and downloaded TikTok. The act of scrolling through an endless chain of videos was addicting, and as alluring your boyfriend may have been, you were too engrossed in yet another storytime about some crazy ex roommate to give in at his tantrums.

“You’ve been saying this for the past two hours, please,” he whimpered, nuzzling between your tits, “I need you, mommy, please.”

If his cries hadn’t gotten your attention yet, his hard cock poking your thigh definitely did. He buried his face in your chest and started shamelessly humping your leg in a desperate attempt to get himself off.

You tore your eyes away from your phone, ogling him as he rutted against you, panting and crying like a bitch in heat.

“You really are a needy whore, aren’t you?” you snorted, amused by his clinginess.

A twisted part of your mind loved seeing him, your big, strong soldier, all muscle and deadly vibranium arm, morphed into a helpless, sobbing mess.

Only you got to see him like that. His tears, his pleasure, his tenderness, all of it belonged to you.

And whenever he called you mommy, an even more twisted part of you reared its head, sending warmth between your legs and a fuzzy feeling to your stomach.

“Look at you, such a dumb baby. You’re like a damn dog, getting yourself off on my leg, hm?” you teased him, carding your fingers through his locks, tenderly scratching his scalp.

He purred like a kitten, and moved his hands to lift your t-shirt over your chest, warm fingers grazing your stomach, settling on the underside of your breasts.

Your phone and TikTok were all but forgotten.

Shivers ran down your spine, goosebumps erupting all over your body while he traced your skin from your neck to your tits, lighting up a fire inside you. He latched his lips onto one of your stiff nipples, swirling his tongue around the bud, gently sucking it into his mouth, careful not to hurt you.

Pressure was steadily building inside your core, walls clamping down on nothing as he suckled your tits and ground his achingly hard cock on you.

“Fuck,” you moaned, arching your back, pushing yourself further into him, “You like sucking on mommy’s tits, baby? Like rubbing yourself all over her?”

He released your nipple with a wet pop, shooting you a toothy grin.

You chuckled, adjusting two pillows under your back to give you a better visual of him going down on you. “Go ‘head then, you have my undivided attention now. Make it worth my time.”

Bucky didn’t need anymore encouragement, hastily shoving your panties down your legs and throwing one limb over his shoulders. He whined then, hips bucking at the sight of your dripping pussy.

Your heartbeat was getting more frenzied, and your breathing heavier, as you watched the crystal blue of his eyes be swallowed by the black of his pupils.

Broken curses and breathy chants of Bucky’s name fell from your parted lips as he buried his face between your legs, lapping at your juices, swirling around your folds, making a drooling, wet mess of his face.

You tugged his hair, angling his head and fucking youself on him.

“Right there baby, fuck-, good boy,” you moaned when he latched onto your clit, sucking on it, rendering you a quivering mess.

He hummed, enjoying your tangy taste on his tongue. Your foot dug in his back, your nails in his scalp, as you spurred him on, squeezing his head between your thighs in a suffocating grip.

“You’re doing so well, baby, look at you, so pretty like this, making mommy feel so good,” you panted.

He preened at the praise, and doubled his efforts to impress you, tugging harder on your throbbing clit.

His teary eyes fixed on yours, and the look of him so debauched, red faced and coated in sweat, drool and your own juices was enough to send you spiralling over the edge, jolts of pleasure shaking through your limbs as you rode out your high on him.

You took a few deep breaths, blankly staring at the ceiling before Bucky, shy and breathless all of a sudden, with half his face drenched in webs of your come, froze like a deer caught in the headlights and slapped a hand over his mouth.

Something wet and warm rubbed against your shin, and you looked down to see a large dark patch on his boxers.

Your burst in a wheezy laugh then, despite Bucky’s cute disgruntled pout.

“You really are a bit of a dog baby boy, look at you making a mess on mommy’s leg, I didn’t even need to touch and you came all over me,” you giggled, poking his stubbled cheeks.

He plopped down beside you, groaning in embarrassment, murmuring a soft ‘sorry’ while avoiding your eyes.

“It’s okay, it happens,” you reassured him, pecking his sticky forehead, “But we’re kinda gross right now.”

When you sat up to leave, he snaked an arm around your waist, stopping your movements. “Where you goin’? Stay with me,” he whined like a petulant child.

“Gotta get us both cleaned up, baby boy,” you huffed, prying his hands off you, “and then we can cuddle, okay?”

You tried sounding convincing, and he was swayed easily enough with the promise of snuggling up to you all night. You returned soon, a wet rag on one hand and some fresh boxers on the other.

Once you were both clean and in new underwear, you climbed on the bed, drew back the blankets and settled on the pillows.

Bucky rested his head on the crook of your neck and intertwined his warm legs with your cold ones. His flesh arm was heavy over your chest while he played with your breasts under your t- shirt, but you let him stay, a pang of guilt hitting you when you realized you’d been neglecting him all day.

“No more TikToks or whatever,” you heard him grumble, voice sleepy and eyelids heavy.

“No more TikToks, sure, baby grandpa,” you snickered, caressing the side of his face, feeling yourself drift off to sleep in his embrace.

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[thenovelartist]

ABC Fluff Headcanons - Vyn Richter - Tears of Themis

A = Admiration (what do they absolutely adore about you?)

If this was a fairytale, it would be Beauty and the Beast. Except he was simply the Beast and you were his magic rose he got to watch bloom. But instead of watching you under glass, he preferred it to be removed, even if it shredded your innocence in the process, but oh, watching you grow anyways, both blooming beautifully while growing fierce thorns to warn anyone before they touch, just to spite the adversity you were faced with was his truest pleasure. Your fortitude; that was what he truly admired about you.

B = Body (what is their favorite part of your body?)

You’d think it’s your eyes, being the windows to the soul and all. But you’d be wrong; it’s your hands. Specifically, your tender touch. It’s gentle, warm, and safe. Being able to hold your hand feels intimate for him, and he actually enjoys when you tap his arm to get his attention, then let your hand linger when he gives it. It’s like a reward and a comfort all in one.

C = Cuddling (how do they like to cuddle?)

He does enjoy a good cuddle, but hugging you from behind might be his favorite. Whether sitting together on the couch with you on his lap or spooning you in bed, he likes when he can nuzzle the side of your head or rest his chin on your shoulder.

D = Dates (what does their ideal date with you look like?)

He will have planned this to a T because he’s not much for spontaneity. And it would involve a walk together, flowers, and he will either have made you a dessert or the two of you will make something together. It’s something quiet and intimate for you to enjoy time together, talking about anything and nothing while the date is riddled with affectionate touches and some kisses.

E = Emotions (how do they express emotion around you?)

Good grief, this man’s emotions are… complicated. He’s very logical, but he’s not ignorant to his emotions. It doesn’t seem like it, but he frequently tempers them, only to bring them up again in full when he records his diary so that he’s able to manage them.

But you have ruined him. His carefully kept emotional balance has been thrown to the wind. You make him feel intensely and strongly, to the point it almost trumps his logic, which makes him uncomfortable. His diaries have been getting longer as his inner turmoil increases, and that’s all your fault. It’s something you notice, too, watching his even temperament waver more and more frequently around you as the emotion inside him wars with his rationality. You will have to give this man time. Time to open up and be honest with himself, and you, about his emotions. Be prepared to validate his emotions in his moments of weakness. It’s the only way he’ll get better about honestly expressing them to you.

F = Family (do they want one? If they do, when?)

He wouldn’t be opposed to staying childless. He also wouldn’t be opposed to having a child, and you could probably talk him into two if the first goes well. Little humans would be fascinating studies, after all. (“Dear, do not psycho-analyze the children.”)

G = Gifts (how do they feel about gift giving? What are their habits when it comes to this?)

He does not care for trinkets. Nor does he care about giving you them. Gifts should be practical.

At least… that’s what he likes to think. His one exception to this is when he gives you something to wear. It’s his way of marking you and wearing it will spark a possessive streak in him.

H = Holding Hands (when/how do they like to hold hands?)

He likes—no, needs to be either touching or holding your hand in quiet, private moments. And he wants to hold your hand when he’s jealous. Especially when he’s jealous. And you know when he is because he holds tight as though reminding you that you’re his while also sending passive-aggressive signals to the cause of his jealousy. When you’re just out walking, he will sometimes hold your hand, but he also likes when you loop your hands over his elbow and he can escort you like a proper gentleman. (It also causes you to pull yourself in close to him, so he actually quite enjoys when you do that.)

I = Injury (how would they act if you got hurt?)

Depends. Minor cuts or burns are treated with care and, occasionally, a kiss. Get into an accident, and he gets shockingly worried about you. However, if you end up hurt because of a reason to do with NXX, he’ll be sick with emotions. Guilt, fear, anger; all of them brew for a deadly concoction. He will not rest, even to the point of abusing his own body, until he finds the person who hurt you and sees to it they are paying dearly for their crime.

J = Jokes (do they like to joke around with or prank you? how?)

He doesn’t always joke around, but when he does… this man is a wicked tease. Don’t expect to get off the hook easily. You better learn how to tease back, or he’ll use words and puzzles to twist you exactly where he wants you, which normally is you as a blushing, stuttering mess.

K = Kisses (how do they like to kiss you?)

Sweet kisses off-the-cuff are quite nice, and so are the passionate ones, but the ones he likes best are the slow, lingering ones that take place hidden away in your own world. They convey so much with no words. There’s no frantic holding or clinginess. Rather, it feels like a moment of security, coming together and staying. He likes the comfort they provide him and the way they actually settle his heart.

L = Love Confession (how do they confess?)

He actually was super nervous to confess. He’ll have practiced and planned this confession before it happens. Which you never would have guessed because it was in such a smooth conversation during one of your outings that he admitted he held feelings of a romantic nature for you.

M = Marriage (What does the wedding look like?)

He wants it small, intimate, and preferably outdoors in a garden. He wants it nice but not overly fancy. He won’t fuss over the smaller details. Besides, he doesn’t realize it yet, but he will barely remember anything beyond how utterly stunning you look in your wedding dress, anyway.

N = Nightmare (what is their worst fear?)

He hates being a failure, but if he’s everput in a position where he fails you, he will never forgive himself.

O = Oddity (what is one quirk they have?)

This man has literal decks of cards of only one kind of card. You want a 52 card deck with all ace of hearts? He has that. Ten of spades? He has that too. Four of clubs? Yup. You don’t know why he has them, and he won’t tell you, but you think it’s literally just because he’s highly amused the way you wrack your brain over it.

P = Pet Names (what do they like to call you?)

He’s classic. Love, Dear, Darling, Sweetheart. But he’s half-German (At least, that is my best speculation considering he was called “Vilhelm” and is canonly mixed-race), so “Liebling” is also an endearment he calls you, and my guess is he saves that one strictly for the sweetest, most tender moments you share.

Q = Quality Time (how do they like to spend time with you?)

Calm setting, electronics put away, and preferably some form of physical contact with you. This could be working together in the garden, side by side, or going out to walk around town together, but those are not his favorite. Baking with you is one of his top ones, though. Expect him to tap some sort of batter or frosting on your nose. His other favorite is lounging together on the couch, your back leaning against his chest, and just talking. Communication is important to any relationship, and he finds it a joy to communicate with you.

R = Romance (how do they show their love and affection?)

He’s the kind that shows his affection by giving you his time and attention. He’ll show it in the little touches exchanged back and forth and in the way he’s attentive to your well-being, particularly your mental well-being.

He’ll also show he loves you by playing mind games on you until you’re a blushy, stuttering mess. He’s usually forgiven with a kiss and “I love you”. You know you’re too soft on him, but whattcha gonna do?

S = Secrets (how open are they with you?)

He is an onion you have to peel back layer by layer to get to open up to you. And like an onion, there’s likely going to be some tears shed as you do that. Time will determine how many secrets he’s willing to share with you, and it’s likely going to take years for him to fully open up to you. But keep at it. You will be rewarded with his innermost thoughts and feelings and the discovery of how insecure this seemingly unflappable man is.

T = Time (how long did it take you to get together?)

This man doesn’t believe in love at first sight, but falling hard and fast for you? That he did. One of his biggest hurdles he had to get over was logically evaluating his feelings and what he thought your feelings for him were as well as coming to terms with the way he’s been treated in past relationships (And not just romantic ones. He has an… interesting way of creating carefully crafted ties to people.) So it might take a little time for him to get comfortable enough to ask you out. And throughout the relationship, he’ll probably still be working with his past demons, so be prepared for that.

U = Upset (how do they act when you’re upset?)

He’ll comfort you the best way he can if you’re a sad upset. A mad upset, and he’ll probably give you a little space to work yourself out while offering his guidance. And upset at him? This is where a good chunk of your arguments happen, to be honest. So then you both have to calm down before coming together again and talking it out. But you always do and are stronger for it.

V = Vaunt (what are they proud of? Do they like to show you off?)

He’ll never admit it, but he loveswhen he can leave you impressed. It thrills him if he can show off a trick or his general intelligence and have you praise him for it. Occasionally, he’ll search for ways to impress you just because he wants that attention. But never will he admit it.

W = Warrior (how do they feel about you fighting? Would they fight for you, beside you, etc?)

Well…he’s all okay with fighting as long as it’s not physical fighting. If you’re going to verbally spar with someone, he’s more than happy to let you go, and he takes pride in the fact you usually wipe the floor with your opponent. But the moment it’s going to turn into a physical altercation, he’s your shield. Part of him thinks that in times he is unfortunately not around, it might be good to have some self-defense under your belt, but at the same time, he’d rather you just flee instead of fight. Because he knows you well enough that if you had the ability, you’d probably knock someone’s lights out if they came at you.

X = X-Ray (how well are they able to read you?)

He’s a psychologist; he can already read you well. But on top of that, you are his favorite study, and he will catalogue everything he learns about you away to pull out for future reference. So while he already reads you well early on into your relationship, give it a few years and you have basically no secrets from this man.

Y = Yes (how would they propose to you?)

He will never forget the “surprise over romance” opinion on proposals you shared with him. So, determined to give you the best, he sets up an elaborate puzzle for you, getting all the important people in your life to get in on it. Together, the two of you will trapeze the town hunting down little clues—in places, that you only realize later, hold significance to both of you—before he’ll “conveniently” take his leave so you can finish out the last leg, which ultimately ends up leading you to his office, the place you first met. And there he is, sitting behind a house of cards sits made solely from the Ace of Hearts with a ring in the middle of the top tier which was made from two different cards: the king and queen. Only once you realize that and he revels in your joy and tears will he properly get on one knee and ask you to marry him.

Z = Zen (what makes them feel calm?)

When everything is “right” in his world. His patients are doing well, he’s got no massive cases on his plate, nothing requires his immediate attention, and you are close by, doing well in your own right.

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HYACINTHE | Chapter 1: Jaemin x Reader

Summary:

Na Jaemin is far from being your typical 20 year old. Instead of slaving through college, he wastes away his hours cracking safes. Weekends that should be spent partying with friends consist of illegal races on good days and small scale bombings on bad ones.

Na Jaemin is far from being average, unless you consider being a member of Seoul's top organized crime family normal.

There is no such thing as a sense of normality and peace in his trainwreck of a life, so when he met a barista who was brave enough to call out his dangerous taste in coffee, he was like a moth to the flame. Everything about her is normal, which means she is forbidden to him, in all sense of the word.

So why, then, does he always find himself in the front steps of her shop, breaking all his personal rules even if he wishes he could stay away?

A/N + Disclaimer: this is a side story to Black Daisies, my main mafia fic feat. 0T23. While the plot is based on the main story, this can also be read as a standalone fic. As usual, this is purely a work of fiction and in no way am I implying any member of NCT to behave the way I write them here. tw: crimes, heists, potential death, mentions of drugs and other illegal activities.

PAIRING: Jaemin x Reader

BLACK DAISIES MASTERLIST

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I've known him for almost a year and a half when it happened. 

The small bell of the cafe's back door dinged so hard, I thought it would get ripped off from the wall. I looked up, eyes wide with panic and hands still wrapped around the cold corners of a metal tray when a head of jet black hair appeared on the entrance. It took me half a second to register what I was seeing before I found myself flying to his side in a heartbeat. 

"Jaemin! Oh my god, what the hell is going on!"

My first thought was that he was injured. He was doubled over and I quickly hunched to his level so that I could peer at his face. He looked paler than usual, beads of sweat stuck on his forehead, eyes glazed with a slight look of panic as he tried to keep himself from falling over. I threw out my hands to hold him by the shoulders and that's when my gaze caught it; the small black package that he quickly tried to hide inside his bomber jacket before I could even fully see what it is. I didn't give it much attention back then—I was far too focused in trying to see if he was hurt anywhere to worry about anything else. When his gaze finally focused on me, I thought I saw guilt there.  

"I need your help. Sorry, I don't know where else to go."

My brows furrowed together. 

"What the hell is going on—"

He reached out for one of my hands helping him up and squeezed it tight. 

"Please don't ask me questions. Just—can you trust me?" 

"I don't understand—" my voice started to rise. Is he hurt? Bleeding? In pain? 

"Please."

My lips parted then pursed again. 

"Okay."

Jaemin tugged me closer to him and threw a panicked look outside. He then pulled me farther into the now closed cafe, back into the storage room, the location of which he shouldn't even know in the first place. 

"Let me hide here for a bit. Just a bit."

That encounter was my second mistake since meeting Na Jaemin. 

I should have asked questions. 

Lots of them. 

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The first mistake happened about a year and half ago. 

"Welcome to Brick and Beans, what would you like to have today?"

I plastered on my practiced smile and looked at the stranger in front of me without actually looking at him. Working in the service industry sure does things to your head once you get used to it. Despite having to deal with people all the time, you also get to develop a kind of numbness and detachment to human interaction. A face just becomes a face, a customer simply becomes just another passing responsibility. I tried to blink a few times to make myself seem more interested on the boy standing in front of my counter, patiently waiting for him to give me his order so we can go ahead and get on with both our business. 

"Uh… I'll have an iced americano. No water. Eight shots of espresso."

My lips parted and curled on the sides to give him my service smile. My hand automatically reached out for the plastic cups stacked on my side while my other whipped out the marker clipped on the pocket of my apron to scribble his order. 

"That's one iced americano, no water, eight—"

I stopped and blinked once. Twice. My gaze shot up at the customer in front of me again and really looked at him for the first time.

"I'm sorry, that's eight shots of espresso?"

He nodded, seemingly unbothered by my question. 

"No water?"

A slight shake of the head. 

"...eight shots. Of espresso."

"Eight shots, yes." 

For a moment we both just stared at each other. He was looking at me patiently, probably only slightly weirded out by my question while I gave him a look that's a mix of worry and disbelief. Working as a barista has exposed me to my own fair share of weird coffee requests, but this is by far the one that takes the cake. 

I softly cleared my throat and turned my attention back to the words I was scribbling on the cup. As strange as it is, I really am not in the position to judge a customer. 

"That'll be 4.50 dollars. Is that for here?"

"Make it to go." 

"Got it. I'll get you your order soon…"

"Jaem." 

I smiled and scribbled his name on the cup. 

Foot traffic was pretty slow on the cafe so I was able to quickly finish the order on autopilot. As I worked on mixing, I found myself humming softly to myself, my tune shifting into short whistles every time I would dunk an espresso shot down into that cup. I didn't even realize that the customer didn't bother taking a seat on one of the empty tables, opting to lean on the wall by the side instead, hands shoved in the pockets of his jogs as his eyes followed me. 

"One iced americano for Jaem," I called out and pushed the packed drink into his hand. He handed me his card and I quickly worked on swiping it. 

"You sure like your coffee explosive, huh?" I shot him a question for the sake of making small talk as I punched some buttons on my terminal. 

"It's the eight shots, isn't it?"

I answered by giving him a shrug and a smile.

"It's the first time I ever did one like it. I can only imagine how it tastes like."

His lips slightly quirked into a smile. A...really cute smile if I might add.  

"Is there anything wrong?"

"It's really good." 

"Sure, Jaem. I'm not here to judge," I gave him a wink before handing back his card and receipt. "Well, thank you for dropping by. We hope to see you here again." He took both wordlessly and slipped them on his wallet. 

I was waiting for him to walk off with his drink with the practiced polite smile plastered on my face again. He turned, coffee in hand, took about five steps, before turning to me again. I blinked in mild confusion as he placed his cup back on my counter. 

"Actually… I'll have it here." 

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"I'm not going to try your death coffee, Jaemin." 

I didn't look up from the page I was reading but I could feel it, that deadly pout and puppy eyes combo drilling onto the side of my head. I flipped a page of my textbook over and I heard a sigh come from the boy beside me. 

"I bought it for you. You said you need to finish a paper tonight."

"I do. That doesn't require me to be awake for the next week and a half," I answered back with a quirk of my lips as I finally looked up to meet his gaze. We were seated at one of the far tables of the cafe for my 15 minute break, away from the handful of customers scattered on the smattering of tables and high chairs. This has become quite a routine already… but how it started, I can't really explain.

Ever since that first order, Jaemin had made it his routine to drop by almost regularly. At first the banter started similar to how a regular customer and his favorite barista would have, but since he would always come and visit during slow hours, we would always have more time for longer conversations. Casual talk turned into light-hearted jokes, and finally into a kind of banter that comes with familiarity with each other. Slowly, I came to know the complexities of Na Jaemin, and boy, is he an enigma and a paradox rolled in one. 

You never really know what to expect with him. There are days when he would be a bursting ball of energy—most of the time when he would order his drink from hell—but there are also moments when he would be quiet and reserved. I found it odd at first, but slowly accepted it since it didn't really hurt me in the first place. In fact, if I am going to be completely honest, I find this kind of personality set working for me. Imagine gaining two friends, except they're only in one body. 

But that's not the only odd thing in our dynamic, too. If someone would ask me now to describe the kind of friendship I have with him, I wouldn't really know how to explain it. We joke together, laugh together, sometimes even tease the crap out of each other like we've known each other for years. We work well together, but at the same time… I know almost next to nothing about him. I don't know his address, who his other friends are, if he's going to school or not… hell, I don't even know what his number is. Outside of this cafe and his regular visits, I don't have anything to prove that he actually exists. He didn't share, and I also didn't ask. 

Until today.

"Fine. I'm just going to drink this then."

I gasped before shooting him a squinted glare. 

"You are going to burn a hole in your stomach, I swear to god—"

He simply shrugged and made a huge show of sipping the previously untouched tears of Lucifer. 

I reached out to tug at the hood of his jacket in an attempt to call him out when I noticed it. His hair was initially masking it at first but now I could see it in full view: a purple bruise just on the side of his eye, almost to his temple.

"Oh my god, Jaemin. What happened?" I asked in a hurry as I tried to take a closer look at it. His expression changed in a heartbeat as he realized what I saw and he quickly leaned back and pulled the hoodie again over his head. 

"That's—it's nothing." 

"It looks so bad. How did you get that?"

He didn't answer. His eyes avoided my own and his hand gripped the plastic cup between us a little bit tighter. 

"Did you get into a fight?" I pushed, gently this time. 

His gaze moved to meet mine again for a few seconds. It's obvious he was contemplating what and how to answer. 

"Yeah… I got into a bit of a tumble with some friends."

I frowned and crossed my arms over my chest as I leaned back on my seat. He threw me a look that silently asked what else I want from him.

"Look. You don't tell me shit but at least I know enough to be sure you are lying."

Jaemin looked away and started tapping his finger against the table. 

"Why are you… why do you even want to know?"

I looked at him incredulously for a few seconds before leaning over. 

"Because you're my friend and I want to make sure you are okay."

"I am okay."

"Your black eye says otherwise."

"Come on, don't push this. Can't we be friends without," he waved his hand between us. "This?"

"Jaemin, I don't even know who you are."

That made him stop. He stared at me for what felt like a full half minute and that's when I saw it for the first time. The dilemma in his eyes. 

"It was because of work…" 

The look of confusion I made must have been so intense that he quickly tried to jump over it.

"Work—why, what do you—"

"I'm sorry, but that's really all that I can tell you." 

The sound of desperation in his tone wasn't lost on me. He looked so torn that I felt almost guilty for pressing.

"Fine… I won't ask again… As long as you are sure you're fine."

He peered at me once more as if assessing if he was finally off the hook. 

"So...we're still friends?"

"Huh?"

"You and me… we're still friends?"

"Uh, yes…" 

The look of relief on his face made me smile despite myself. He caught it and he made it a point to answer it with his best eye roll. 

"Don't laugh at me. I don't know how to do friends."

"You're so cute~"

"Shut up."

And that was the exact day I decided—I'm never going to let Na Jaemin feel alone again. 

Chapter 2

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hi! do you know any fics with pining!harry and he thinks his feelings are unrequited? just wanna read something angsty with a hea! thanks 🥰

Hello! Hmmm I don’t read fics that hint strongly on unrequited, but I do love myself a sweet pining Harry. Good food! I hope you enjoy these :)

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Din Djarin NSFW Alphabet

Not my GIF

A/N: Thank you for all the support on my last fic! it really didn’t deserve all those notes though.. But nonetheless, here is my NSFW alphabet for everyone's favourite Mandalorian (okay, maybe not everyone, but certainly mine). As with my other ones, my ideas and opinions may differ to yours and others so please be respectful of mine and others’ views of different characters. Enjoy. Sorry for any mistakes. Stay safe.

Genre: smut

Warnings: fem!reader, mentions of sexual activities, no actual sex though, Pedro Pascal comes with his own warning 

Summary: An A-Z of Din Djarin’s bedroom antics...

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Din is a little awkward to begin with. He doesn’t really know what to do after sex. It’s usually you who ends up taking care of him after sex. But as time goes on and you end up having sex more often, he gets a little more comfortable.

And from this he will make sure you’re okay, not hurt or anything. He will ask if you need anything, if you’re thirsty or hungry. And then he will hold you until you fall asleep because he’s cute like that.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

On him, he’s not really bothered. He hadn’t every really thought about himself in that regard. And plus being covered in armour doesn’t really aid him in his decision making. But if he had to choose, he’d probably say his hands. They’re useful for many things. Fighting, shooting, fixing, flying and fingering...

On you, because he’s a soft little boy, he’d go with your eyes. He is a strong believer in the concept of the eyes being the window to the soul. And with you that is very much the case. He loves to look into your eyes, he’ll get lost in them in seconds. But more sexual the loves your legs. Especially your thighs. He loves to stroke them and squeeze them. And he loves when they press against his head as he eats you out....

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

When he does come it’s quite an overwhelming amount to be honest. He doesn’t really like to come inside you (unless you specifically say) because there is a lot and always the chance of pregnancy and neither he nor you feel ready for that. Plus he feels like he’s dirtying you and he doesn’t want to ruin your perfect body.

But, he will do what you say. So, if you want him to come inside you, over you, whatever, he will.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Saying that though ^^ It’s fair to say that Din has a slight breeding kink. Slight being huge. It more to do with the fact that he does what to have a child with you. But also he would find it hot to fill you up completely.

He obviously hasn’t said anything but it’s hard to keep his thoughts at bay when you’re begging him to come inside you and you’re wrapping you legs around his waist to pull him closer to you...

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Din isn’t all that experience. He’s never really cared much about sex before he met you. He had done it once or twice in his life but he didn’t really care much for it, he didn’t really have the time. He was far to preoccupied with his bounty hunting work to find a suitable partner. So it was kind of down to you to teach him. But you didn’t really mind.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

He loves the classic missionary position. It’s easy and enjoyable.

But he is also a huge fan of you being on top, riding him. He loves to have you take control. And it gives him a better opportunity to feel your body.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Certainly more serious. I don’t think Din is a very jokey person in or out of the bedroom. Sometimes you will try and make it a bit lighter but it doesn’t really work. Not that that’s a problem...

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Being covered head to toe in armour means that Din doesn’t really need to bother with his appearance both upstairs and down. So he’s not particularly tidy. But as you haven’t voice any complaints (quite the opposite actually) he hasn’t bothered to tidy himself up down there.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Din goes full romantic in bed. He will touch and feel every part of your body. He will caress and kiss every inch of your skin. He will make love to you. Because he has someone who loves him.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Personally, I don’t think he gets the same satisfaction from touching himself then he would from fucking you.

There are a few occasions in which he has got himself off to the thought of you. But I think he would only do it as a last resort.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

He had a hidden (but massive) breeding kink as mentioned.

I don’t know if the blindfold thing really counts as one because he does it so you can’t see his face while he fucks you but if it counts then this is a big one.

Also biting. Din is quite possessive and wants to mark you as much as he possibly can so that everyone know you belong to the Mandalorian. Plus it helps in muffling his moans, one) so he can hear yours better, and 2) he gets a little shy and embarrassed at hearing his own...

Does dry-humping count? Because that too. A big one. Just something about it really gets him going, plus it saves him having to faff with getting all his armour off.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Inside somewhere he knows and trusts. So mainly his ship, in his bed.

Although, there is the rare occasion he will take you in the cockpit. He will sit in the pilots chair and you will ride him. That’s about the only other exception to his bed.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

To be honest, I think it would take quite a lot to get Din going. Being a little sexually naive, I think you’d have to really go out of your way to turn him on. Meaning therefore that it is mostly you who initiates sex.

But there is the odd occasion that he will suddenly be in the mood for it. And then he doesn’t really hold back...

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

I don’t think there’s a lot that he would do. At least in the early stages. He very much stuck to the basics because he found it enjoyable and he didn’t really need anything else. But when you started...let’s just say you were getting a little bored, you tried to coax him into branching out in his sexual preferences.

He would never hurt you. That was for certain. He doesn’t find tying you up to be all that appealing either, but if you really wanted him to do it he wouldn’t say no, he just perhaps wouldn’t enjoy it as much. He relates it too much to bounty hunting and he doesn’t think that’s a good mix, but you disagree.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

He definitely prefers giving. Out of everything he’s done to you sexual, eating you out and fingering you has to be what he’s best at. Especially oral.

But he wouldn’t ever say no if you wanted to suck him off...in his pilots chair... because no one in their right mind would turn it down.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

It really depends on his mood. Although, saying that, he doesn’t often take his bad mood out on you. It’s on those days (where a bounty has been particularly hard or frustrating) that he will be the one to initiate sex. And you certainly don’t complain. And it is also on those days where he is a little more rough and fast.

But most of the time he likes to take it slow. It is something he enjoys and something he wants to take his time in doing.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

He isn’t a fan. He doesn’t find them enjoyable as much as he would taking his time.

They have happens a few times, but by accident. As in you were taking it slow but something would come up, beeping and blaring of alarms would start and he would have to go quick to finish because he didn’t want to just stop.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

He probably would be once you both started to get a bit more comfortable and adventurous. It’s still a learning process for Din so it’s a gradual thing but he’s all about making you happy and fulfilled so he will try most things you suggest whether they be risky or not.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Din is a tiered man. Let him rest. Chances are he can really only go one round, but he knows this and makes it the best damn round you’ve ever had.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He certainly does not use them. (He probably doesn’t even know about a lot of them).

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He kind of is a tease but he kind of isn’t. It depends on the mood. It’s he is going fast then he’s more likely to tease to rile you up more, but more often then not he just lets things happen in the bedroom.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Din isn’t much of a talker. He’s very much the silent but deadly type and he’s mostly the same in bed too. He isn’t partially loud, but he’s also not particularly quiet either. He isn’t a constant moaner, but lets just say it’s very easy for you to know when you’re doing something right and making him feel good. Then he will be a bit louder.

But he gets a bit embarrassed at the noises and buries his head in your neck to silence himself despite you telling him you want to hear him.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

He really really really wants to watch you get off. He’s heard you do it (not that you know that) and you sounded to be really enjoying yourself so he wants to watch you. And maybe learn a thing or two about how to properly touch you.

But yes, he really desperately wants to watch you touch yourself, maybe he’d touch himself too...

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

I don’t think it’s a secret that he packing. He tries to act all cool about it saying things like “I’m not that big, am I?” But we all know he’s full of shit. He knows he’s that big. But to be fair, he hasn’t ever seen any other one so he doesn’t really have anything to compare it too.

But we all know that man is huge...

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

It’s surprisingly low. Again, it depends on his mood or the day. He isn’t constantly in the mood for sex. Which he guessed made it more enjoyable.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

Din finds it difficult to sleep for many reasons. But sex always seems to relax him enough he falls asleep almost instantly. Of course, after making sure you’re okay.

Which is why you will often fuck him after a long day just so he will sleep.

13/12/20

[systematicallycapricious]

Persona x Soul Eater AU

Spoilers for Personas 3-5 (and their remakes FES, Golden, and Royal), PQ1 (Shadow of the Labyrinth), and the P4: Arena series below, as well as the Soul Eater and Soul Eater: Not! anime (and potentially manga? it’s been a while, so I forget)!

Cast (We = Weapon, M = Meister, H = Human, Wi = Witch, O = Other):

SEES:

Minato Arisato - M | Aigis - Multiform-We | Ryoji Mochizuki - We

Minako Arisato - M | Yukari Takeba - We | Ryoji Mochizuki - We | Aigis - Multiform-We

Junpei Iori - M | Chidori Yoshino - We (presently)

Akihiko Sanada - M or We? | Shinjiro Aragaki We or M?

Mitsuru Kirijo - We (Meisterless and badass; probably a rapier?)

Ken Amada - M | Koromaru - We (a non-human Weapon)

Fuuka Yamagishi - Wi (??? animal)

Investigation Team:

Yu Narukami - M | Teddie - We (potentially a non-human Weapon)

Yosuke Hanamura - M | Labrys - Multiform-We

Chie Satonaka - We or M? | Yukiko Amagi M or We?

Kanji Tatsumi - M? | Naoto Shirogane - We?

Rise Kujikawa - Wi (??? animal)

Phantom Thieves:

Ren Amamiya - M | Morgana - We

Ryuji Sakamoto - M or We? | Yuuki Mishima We or M?

Yusuke Kitagawa - M | Ann Takamaki - We (a whip)

Makoto Nijima - We or M? | Haru Okumura - M or We?

Goro Akechi - M | Robin Hood - We (a bow) | Loki - We (a greatsword)

Kasumi Yoshizawa - M | Sumire Yoshizawa - We (a ribbon wand)

Futaba Sakura - Wi (??? animal)

Etc:

Daisuke Nagase - We or M? | Kou Ichijo - M or We?

Rei - H

Zen - We, H, or maybe O?

Takuto Maruki - H

Sho - M | Minazuki - We (separate entities in this; Minazuki's a katana)

Shuji Ikutsuki - H

Takaya Sakaki - M | Jin Shirato - We | Chidori Yoshino - We (formerly)

Marie/Izanami-no-Mikoto - Wi (??? animal)

More Notes:

The 'Wild Cards' in this just have really good partnership/Resonance abilities with everyone in their groups, so they can work with any of the Weapons in their groups (and even outside of them a lot of times... looking at Ren and Loki for an example. xP) uncannily naturally.

The Navis in this are all Witches, but good-natured ones, and use their magic to support their respective groups/help make the world a better place. For example, Futaba would probably be able to 'hack' souls somehow with her magic, and also her reclusiveness in this would be at least in part due to being terrified of people finding out her true nature as a Witch. I'm not sure how welcomed/persecuted/the general climate of Witches are/is in this AU yet though.

The Arisato twins and Ryoji are all children of Death in this, with Ryoji being the older sibling and the twins being twins. Death is still Death like he is in SE-OG in this AU, more or less.

Ryoji and Aigis tend to float between Minato and Minako as their secondary partners, though Aigis tends to stick more to Minato as his primary partner and much less often swaps to Minako, while Ryoji shifts between his two siblings more frequently. Yukari swaps about as much as the rest of SEES's Weapons do among their Wild Cards, which is more or less situationally or for fun. Despite this, Aigis and Ryoji still don't get along particularly well with one another, only putting up with each other for their Meisters' sakes.

Strega did exist in this, though I'm not sure yet what their aim was, or the fate of its members. At the very least, they were some kind of rogue antagonist group, and Takaya used to be the Meister of both Jin and Chidori. Chidori ends up defecting to DWMA though, or whatever organization Junpei is a part of.

Aigis, maybe Ryoji?, Mitsuru, Labrys, and Minazuki are all Weapons that can fight without Meisters. Loki and/or Robin Hood might also be among them? I'm undecided.

Originally, I was considering having the cast have their Personas as their Weapon-partners, and just have them have personalities based off of their Shadow-selves' but more aligned with their accepted-selves, but I decided against it in the end. Akechi gets to be the exception, because he's Akechi.

Speaking of Akechi-- Robin and Loki are very powerful Weapons in this AU. Loki's 'chaos magic' would become an incredibly chaotic/maddening soul-wavelength that most others wouldn't be able to handle contact with on its own, as well as perhaps some Madness magic or abilities of some kind? Robin's soul meanwhile would be much calmer and help to counteract/cover-up Loki's from those who can sense souls, as well as perhaps provide some tactical abilities; I'm undecided on that for now. I'm not sure who's side Akechi would be on in this AU yet, like if he was being manipulated by a Shido-like person or not, and for what reason if so.

As for Robin and Loki's personalities and appearances in this... Well, the latter would be somewhat similar to their Persona forms probably, including some of the less-human traits given OG-SE characters (*stares intensely at Excalibur*), and the former would also be somewhat based off of those, as well as sort of how Akechi acts in relation to both of his 'masks'? So Robin tends to be calmer and more polite, though he still possesses a small amount of vengeful desire or bloodlust, whilst Loki is a lot more chaotic, hot-blooded, and very vengeful/aggressive. Both share a tendency towards showiness however, and sometimes get in small competitions with one another to up the other to impress their Meister or be the better Weapon among themselves (since they both might think already that they're superior to other Weapons in general? Unsure).

Also speaking of manipulated and abused children, Sho and Minazuki, alongside Ikutsuki, more or less replace Crona, Ragnarok, and Medusa in this. Not fully 1-for-1 however. Ikutsuki is very much a human, albeit a Mad or power-hungry one (still kinda looking to create a Kishin or otherwise bring about some kind of catastrophic destruction), and Minazuki is a separate Weapon, as opposed to how Ragnarok is Crona's Black Blood. Minazuki and Sho might be twins however, just with one a human/Meister and the other a Weapon. They look almost identical physically in this AU, even down to haircuts, but Minazuki lacks the iconic X-ish shaped face scarring that Sho possesses (and overall the two have a different patterning of scars across their bodies), and Sho's irises appear to be more gray while Minazuki's appear to be more blue. Weapon-form-wise, Minazuki looks like Sho's OG katanas, just in different colors and as a singular blade rather than a pair.

Ikutsuki is still forcing Sho and Minazuki to become stronger in similar methods to Medusa in some ways however, such as going out and obtaining/consuming great amounts of human (and maybe even Witch) souls.

Sho's a little less messed-up than Crona is, due to Minazuki being supportive of and dedicated to him as opposed to bullying him into submission like Ragnarok does to Crona. That being said however, I don't yet know why Minazuki hasn't yet defected from Ikutsuki. P: Other than that, Minazuki is kind of like Sho's impulse control and logical reasoning at times, due to being able to control when he transforms into his Weapon form and thus deny Sho access to his weaponry in times where he's being reckless or unreasonable. Soul-wavelengths-wise, too, Minazuki's soul just in general helps to keep Sho's soul/wavelength more stable probably?

Also in terms of replacing SE cast and plots; The IT replaces Maka et al for the sake of the main story most likely, with SEES being their upperclassmen or alumni and the PT being their underclassmen, if they even attend DWMA at this point anyways.

Lotsa dead people in OG are alive in this AU; Minato, Minako, and Ryoji, Shinjiro, Kasumi, etc.

Speaking of Kasumi; she fights kind of like Sumire does in Royal, that being making use of their gymnastics and priorly-athletic builds. Both sisters are gymnists in this still.

Alternatively, Sho and Minazuki's situations almost ended up reversed, leaving a highly impulsive/aggressive Weapon-Sho and a Meister-Minazuki who would have the kinda backwards idealology of trying to protect his Weapon partner in times where it would be best left to the Weapon to defend their Meister, but also really good at getting Sho to focus when wielding him as a weapon/in resonance (and can in general reign him in to some degree while others can't), making them an exceedingly deadly duo. I kind of prefer Minazuki as the Weapon however, as fun as the reverse could be, as it gives Ikutsuki a bit more leverage over Sho's situation I think? Also in that vein, it would make a lot of sense, given OG, for Minazuki to be more like a Black Blood entity like Ragnarok; however, I like Minazuki being able to have his own body in this, so that can be left for another AU perhaps. xP

Ikutsuki would infiltrate/be trusted by the DWMA in this AU at first, like Medusa was, but eventually get outed for his true intentions most likely. He might be a teacher or other kind of faculty rather than a nurse however?

Maruki meanwhile gets to play the role of school nurse in this. He's not a few screws loose like his Royal counterpart is though, he's just a humble nurse. However, he does still have his interest in researching dangerous subjects, though I haven't yet decided if that would be magic, Witches, Madness, Kishins, or what. It could potentially put him in knowing-contact with the Navis, if they aren't already known to be Witches by the DWMA anyways.

I'm not yet sure on what to do with Adachi or Nyx yet. Nyx might be some kind of Madness-related catastrophe, power, or individual perhaps however?

Rei and Zen are probably just civilians in this. Zen just happens to be really devoted to protecting/looking after(?) Rei still. xD

I'm undecided on if Marie should be amnesiac about her Witchhood or if she should be more like Izanami-no-Mikoto from OG in this.

Yusuke is still obsessed with artistry and beauty in this, so you can imagine what he's like as a Meister. He is still capable as a fighter and dependable when needed... more or less, but is also still easily distracted by, and places higher priority on, such things.

Ryuji kinda gets the short end of the stick because I didn't particularly know who to pair him with or what really to do with him at the moment. Mishima's a big tentative as his partner as a result of that, though I think it could prove to be an interesting relationship potentially.

I'm hoping to add more SL/Confidant and secondary/tertiary/background cast peeps eventually into various roles, but I'd need to do more refreshing/research on them first. I also haven't decided on if I should include Metis in this or not.

If the SE info is inaccurate, it's because I haven't seen the anime or read-up on it in like years. I might do clarifying/fact-checking research some day, but for now, nah. xP

[retroellie]

Ellie Williams NSFW alphabet

Summary: Alphabet NSFW with Ellie Williams 

A/N: This is not my original idea, so credit for who ever made the NSFW Alphabet lol. I know this has already been done with her but i wanted to do one myself, i also got some inspo from the one that was already done for her so enjoy<3 

Warnings: NSFW, sex toys, mentions of mommy kink, knife play and talks about blood/periods 

Word count: 2K

A= Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

She’s  a big softie after. Afterwards when y’all are out of breath and all sweaty, She will pull up into her arms and give you soft kisses, telling you how good you were. She will always ask if you're okay, it doesn't matter the pace she will just check in. 

She doesn’t mind being dirty after, she will just lay there all sweaty with you until you both pass out. But if you really want to get cleaned up she will get a bath ready for the two of you. She will always take care of you after and do whatever you need, just say it and she will do it. 

B= Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) 

Her favorite part of her body is her arms, especially the one with the tattoo. She knows you find it so hot but she feels so bad ass with it. It also reminds her of Joel so that’s a plus. 

Her favorite part of your body is your thighs and belly. She loves how soft they are. Big, small, flat or round she loves them. She likes running her hands down your thigh just to see you blush and she loves kissing down your belly. 

C= Cum (anything to do with cum basically) 

She likes to make you cum with her fingers, it gives her a high when she knows she did all of that with just her fingers. She has the most angelic orgasm face ever, like you love seeing it. She gets all embarrassed about it cause you're just staring at her like she’s an angel so she tries to cover it up. Your main goal every time is to pleasure her to the point she has no choice but to make that same face. 

D= Dirty Secret 

She likes blood, she obviously doesn’t want to hurt you but when you're all bloodied up from assignments she can’t handle it. She likes period sex too, like if you on your period or she is on hers. She gets really horny on her period so she’s always on top of you when she’s on it. She doesn’t expect you to agree to period sex but when you do she doesn’t hold back. 

E= Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?) 

She’s not very experienced, she had some past lovers but you were the first one she went all the way with. It takes her a few times to know what she’s doing, she was nervous the first time but now she’s very dominant and knows what to do and how to do it. 

F= Favorite Position 

She loves bending you over a flat surface and sticking her hand down the front of your pants. She will even snake her hand up your shirt, grabbing at your boobs. She just loves watching you come undone like that, it makes it easier for when your legs shake and you can’t stand. But any position where you're comfortable and feeling the best she can make you is good enough for her. 

G= Goofy (Are they serious in the moment or are they humorous?) 

She’s so goofy in bed and any other time, she’s serious about getting you off of course but she will pop a few jokes here and there. She’ll joke around about you being needy or the toys you guys decide to use, she’s just a big goofball. When she’s in her dom mode she will be more serious, not making many jokes and focusing on pleasing you. 

H= Hair (How groomed are they down there?)

She honestly does not care, like there's bigger things to worry about. She doesn’t expect you to do so either, like she genuinely doesn’t care.

I= Intimacy 

She’s not big on romance but she loves intimacy. She always wants to be close to you and she will caress your body no matter the pace. She will hold your hand while her other hand is between your thighs or brush your hair back while you're riding her thigh. 

J=Jack off (Masturbation headcannon) 

She masturbates when you can’t be there but you’re her go to when she needs to get off. She can’t get herself off like you do so when she’s horny she will walk over to your house or drag you over to hers just so yall can smash. She definitely thinks of you when she masturbates like she can’t get off if she doesn’t. 

K= Kinks 

She has a mommy kink, like she likes when you call her mommy especially around the farmhouse era. It’s weird the first time but once you say it she will want you to say it more. She finds some kinda power with you saying that and it’s such a turn on for her. 

She likes using knives in bed too, she will never actually cut you (unless you want to be) but just holding it up to your neck while she fucks you. You trust her completely too so that just urges her on more, you know she would never intentionally hurt you so you put your entire trust in her. 

L= Location (favorite places to do it) 

She likes to do it in her own house but she doesn’t mind doing it in public areas. She wants to make sure you guys won’t actually get caught or even get hurt. She likes to keep it in the walls of Jackson but sometimes it goes outside of it, like in the lookouts or one of the houses y’all just cleared. But that’s only when she gets worked up enough. Again she wants you to be safe so she will always triple check the area beforehand. 

M= Motivation (What turns them on?)

Everything you do is a turn on but when you look all cute and needy, it just makes her weak. When you dance around in only her big shirts or when you look all small and cuddly in her bed, you being all innocent just does something to her. You being domestic is also such a turn on, she loves just coming up behind you and kissing your neck, maybe running her hand up your shirt. 

N= NO (something they wouldn’t do/ turn offs)

She’s into experimenting but she will not do anything with bodily fluids, like blood she can handle but like other than that she can’t. Spitting, peeing ect. is a big no for her. She doesn’t like degradation either especially when it’s used towards her. She doesn’t mind using degrading names towards you, only if you like it, but making you feel small and putting you down just doesn't feel right to her. She would much rather boost you up instead of putting you down, and honestly she wouldn’t know how to without being too mean about it. You using degrading words towards her like even names effects her self-esteem so you just don’t do it towards her. 

O= Oral (Giving or receiving, skill ect.) 

She loves to give but receiving is also nice. She loves to lead you when you go down on her, pulling at your hair and making you go deeper and faster. She’s again not very skilled but she has grown to be able to pleasure you and only you. The first couple times she needed you to tell her what to do but now she’s a pro and never fails to make you come undone on her tongue. 

P= Pace (Are they fast or rough? Slow and sensual?) 

She’s very rough but she’s super slow when during foreplay, she’ll tease you and make you want it before unloading it all on you at once. When she’s mad or jealous she’s only fast and rough, she’ll fuck you roughly for hours. If you are in a mood or just wanting to take it slow she will, she’s not very good at it but she’ll try for you. 

Q= Quickie (Their opinions on quickies) 

She loves them, they are very convenient especially when y’all are in a hurry .They are useful when you guys need to get off quickly in public or on assignments, desperately fucking each other before having to go out into the dance again. She would much rather pleasure you on her own time, she loves to draw it out but when she needs you, she needs you. 

R= Risk (Are they okay experimenting? Do they take risks?)

She takes risks but to a certain extent. If it is too risky like you could die or get hurt, then no but if it’s something that won’t get you hurt then she’s all for it. She loves the adrenaline of risky things, it adds on to the pleasure. For so long risks were always deadly and could end up with her getting hurt so it’s nice for risks to just be the right amount of risk. She’s all for experimenting in bed too, it keeps her on her toes and it’s exciting 

S= Stamina (How many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)

3-4 rounds is the most she can do, she would be okay with 1 drawn out round she would actually prefer it. The build up to the climax is her favorite part so one round of just the build up and then the release, it’s heaven. She likes short and fast rounds too, they help her get her frustration out but they're a little bit less pleasurable. She can last a while if she needs to but if you press the right buttons and hit the right places she comes undone fast. 

T= Toys (Do they have toys and who do they use them on?) 

She definitely has toys. Her hands and mouth are good but she likes to mix it up a bit sometimes. Nothing crazy though, Strap-on, vibrator, even some rope here and there. She’s not the kinkiest person but she loves to pleasure you in any way she can 

U= Unfair (How much do they tease?)

She teases you big time. She will run a hand up your thigh when you're talking to Joel or make dirty comments towards you in front of your friends, she’s an asshole and she knows it. It always leads to you dragging her to a private place and desperately trying to get her to touch you, that always leads to more teasing. 

V= Volume (How loud are they?)

She can be pretty loud like when you're on top, she can be heard all around town. She’s usually quiet, making soft moans and cursing under her breath here and there. She likes dirty talk, nothing too much though just enough to push you off the edge. 

W- Wild Card (Random headcannon) 

She sometimes brings home lingerie she found out on assignments, she likes the way your body looks in lace and bows. She will have you model it on for her and just run her fingers over your body, admiring you. If you feel insecure or you feel you don’t look right in it she will tell you how hot you are and follow it up with everything she wants to do with you.

X= X-ray (What’s going on in their pants) 

I mean it’s a vagina??? I honestly don’t know what to put here lmao 

Y= Yearning (How high is their sex drive)

She’s always horny, when you're ready to go she’s ready. She will constantly be touching you in some kind of way because she always wants to jump on you. Of course if you're not in the mood or you put her down when she tries, she respects that and stops. 

Z= ZZZ (How quickly do they fall asleep after?) 

She falls asleep pretty quickly afterwards, after she has got you settled in and cleaned up she will pass out immediately. She puts a lot of energy into pleasing you so after she’s exhausted. If you want to clean up she will help you but she’s completely fine with passing out and not cleaning up. 

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[we-dragons]

I'm from a different dimension actually Chapter 9 Damian x reader

"What is this place, why is it shaped like a T?" We stand on an island with this enormous building smack in the center of it the sunset shade casting a large shadow over us, I can't get over how ridiculous it looks. Or contemplate my confusion, Nightmare makes an unimpressed huff and nuzzles back into my shoulder.

"Titan's tower."

"why would this be a good place to hide? It's the most obvious building here, I ran with you for several days I'm beginning to think I would be safer under my floorboards." He walks up to the doors and pulls out a card holding it in front of the circular panel. It beeps and a clicking noise comes from the door.

"Believe me this would be a better place for you." I sigh a form of any and all anxiety pools in my body, but I still meet him at the now unlocked door.

"Alright fine but you need to explain to me why here of all places."

"When we get inside." The doors swing open, the area behind it lights up leading to what I assume is an elevator. I'm pulled inside not giving me a chance to look around. "Hey!" He doesn't answer but pulls us into the elevator, I don't see him push a button but we almost immediately move up. It's fast but not as fast as the one I had to go down for training at Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters. Though the feeling is familiar and I start missing my classmates all over again. I rub the wrist that Damian was holding to dragging me here. Nightmare growls at the space moving him and interrupting his nap. The space stops and the door opens to an open space that looks like a large living room. a white angled couch a large kitchenette and an impossibly large TV by open glass windows. The room has several people all staring at us, my anxiety hits me tenfold and I take a step back. A hand is at my shoulder the moment I do and pushes slowly while moving itself. The doors close signaling that I'm truly stuck here, a woman with Neon pink hair and bronze skin zooms up to us.

"It's so good to see you, and I see you brought a friend. Richard has been looking all over for you."

"I know that's why you can't tell him we're here." I'm pushed forward. "She's a mutant possessing the X-Gene, my father wants to interrogate her for the information, she needs to stay here till a better solution becomes present. Can she stay here?"

"Well of course she can stay-"

"What?!" Nightmare jumps from my arms and hisses. I walk backward, taking in this new information. "How did, you find out when-when." Fear creeps how long had he known how much trouble was or might be in. But he didn't mention this. but then again why would he. How does he know about the X-Gene though, from the research I did there were none here with it. The closest there was were Metahumans but even they didn't have anything close. My back hits the wall and I return to the world Nightmare growls standing guard in front of me. Everyone who was in the room now stood in front of me, a boy that was green from head to toe, another girl in a purple cloak and unitard, and another boy with something attached to his back. The pink-haired woman steps forward, but Nightmare swats at her yowling as a warning to keep away. She raises her hands in surrender but looks at me.

"There is no need to be afraid, I knew people like you, Jean Grey, Cyclops. they came here by accident once a few friends and I helped them get back. It would have been 7 years ago now." Damian steps forward Ignoring Nightmare, guilt is painted slightly on his face he tries to coax me from the wall. "I'm sorry I knew since the time you showed me, I checked my recorder after that visit and played it back home in front of everyone. I was to find out more from you and report back after we scanned those samples that healed me. When we were ready I was supposed to bring you back with me for interrogation with confirmation of your mother's research." Something snaps inside me and I glare at him.

"So all that was for those stupid journals. Wow, for how long were you faking nice. No, don't tell me it'll just feel worse. " I put a hand on my face willing the emotions of confusion to stop. A crackling noise makes its self known in front of me followed by screams.

"Holy Crap that thing has tentacles coming from its face!"

"Ahh!"

I gasp at the sight Nightmare had gone full flerken and is attempting to drag Damian in. I lunge at Nightmare dragging him across the floor. He lets go of Damian but he hasn't changed back to cat form. "Nightmare No! Calm down I'm fine I swear it! Stop!" The black fuzzball retracts his tentacles and hisses at the crowd.

"I'm sorry, he gets like that when he sees me upset sometimes. Not sure if you have them here but he's half flerken, they look like cats but they're quite deadly." I set Nightmare down and he crawls behind my legs once again hissing particularly at the green boy how has gotten closer, he turns into a green cat making Nightmare run in the process. Damian limps forward his leg is bleeding through his suit. I would let that heal naturally if only wounds inflicted by Nightmares in the flerken form never heal normally on their own.

"Y/N these are the Titans, the one mimicking your," he waves his hand in the air as if to find the world. "flerken is Garfield." He points to Nightmare being chased my the green cat attempting to lose him. The bronze woman glides forward stomping a foot from me the others followed behind.

"Hello my name is Starfire you can call me Kori, this here is Raven," She points to the purple girl then moves her other hands to the boy. "and this is Jaime. We are pleased to have you here Y/N." She grabs my hand pulling me away from the middle of the room where I had landed. "Now let's get you settled in I'll talk to Damian for a bit after." Nightmare notices my leaving and jumps onto my right sholder hissing at the green-skinned boy.

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I honestly don't know how to feel, to be honest, I should have guessed it so it's my fault. I could have left him and then this wouldn't have happened, but then he would have died in my apartment. Could have been more hostile, but then he definitely would have gone with the kidnapping strategy and I would be already in the hand of batman. Now I'm in the known world of their superheroes, the superheroes know about the Crows and they know about the X-gene. That information can go from good to bad in minutes. Though Kori did know about Jean and Scott, though it was years ago they have traveled through many universes with a small team. I would have been about 10 when this happened and my mother didn't take me there for classes till I was 12. In their lectures, they didn't mention anything like this they did bring in Doctor Strange to teach those of us who could understand how to perform magic. I Now I'm sitting on an insanely comfortable bed knees curled up to my chest just reminiscing. I have been told to use my abilities only when necessary as not to attract any unwanted attention. But what did I do, I screw up my chances of living normally till Doc Strange can pull me back only to find I'm not in my home where I should be. Everything was going so smoothly till now.

The door opens behind me and by the almost silent footfalls, I can tell it's Damian. Nightmare has jumped into my arms forcing me to let go off my legs and watch as the boy drags a chair to face me.

"I suppose you want the whole story now," I said barely looking at him.

"I wasn't going to talk about that yet."

"What did you think you would find in the journals that my mother wrote?"

"An answer on how to stop the Crows."

"You most likely will."

"Than what's in them."

I sigh looking him dead in the eye, pulling myself together for this.

"My mother didn't only study history, in my dimension, she studied all sorts of fields one day she was asked to study something and was gone for almost six months. We hardly heard from her but just enough to know she was alive so naturally when she came back she swore me into secrecy. She explained that she had gone to another world entirely, she studies with them and when she came back more time had passed than when she was there. One journal explaining how she got the and how to get in and another explaining what she found, and the rules for everything she experienced there. She learned things no human should know and kept it from the people she worked for and everyone else. She-she found Avalon, lived among the fey in return for her curiosity and genuine interest they helped her make a guide and history of all fairy and Fae both the pure and the equally disturbed." I reach in my bag and pull out the books from missing from the very research my mother so loved. One being ordinary leather-bound and the other two bear a glowing purple gem on both sides of a very purple dark Tome thick and pooling with some sort of energy as the gem. I give him a serious look gripping both books. "She left it to me but I haven't read them yet, I...I couldn't bring myself to. It might be better used in your hands anyway. Though I shouldn't I still trust you for some reason, so under the conditions that you only use what you find for the better of those in need you may find your information. The journals, however, will stay within my sight understood." He nods, I start to give the leather books to him he stops me.

"I don't want to see them before you," He takes the books from my hands and places them back in the bag. "If you are convinced that I should still read them, then I will convince where ever you wish to study them." He sits on the bed next to me staring out the window. "What I want to talk about is how we get Father not to view you as a threat and as a friend. I went over it with Starfire and we both agree this is the best option." He pauses before he continues. "We're you a hero in your world?"

"You want me to do hero's work and gain a positive reputation so that he's more willing to work with me than slowly forcing out of me."

"Yes."

"How do you know about the X-gene?"

"It was in our database from when Jean Grey and Cyclops had visited. They helped take down an invasion of the skrul and took them back with them to their own dimension. Father took some DNA samples to work with and ask about their abilities. There are entire folders on the subject alone." He pauses again running a hand through his hair. "I'm sorry."

"It's not your fault."

"Not for that, for everything else."

"Yes that is very much on you but it's also on me. But if I had left you with Crow poison in your blood you would either turn into an undead flesh puppet in my room or die. That would not have gone down well for either of us. I was also mostly upset you broke my window and wanted compensation," I see him visibly tense and clench his teeth. "and didn't even bother to say thank you."

"I Fixed your awful goddammed window isn't that thanks enough." He glares at me.

"Was it? After all, you did spy on me and report it to the Dark Knight." I fall back onto the bed. "There's no getting out of this now might as well get used to it."

"You shouldn't be this comfortable with what's happening, I wouldn't"

"Then why are you smiling ya weirdo, It's almost creepy."

"Tsk, just hand me your computer so I can pull up Star Trek, I would like to finish and begin the movies." I hand him my laptop and he walks over to the wall in front of the bed.

"Um, you know we watch on that computer you making a get away with."

"Yes but the enormous 4k TV is here." He pushes a button I didn't even see before and as promised a TV appears. He smirks at what I assume is my expression. He opens my computer and within minutes Star Trek is cast on the TV. "Please hold your applause till after the show."

"Did you just make a joke? Are you joking now?"

"Aren't I allowed to have a sense of humor?" I Look at Nightmare who has the same thought in his head and I look back at Damian.

"Nope, Nada, No way."

"You know, you're the only one who has talked to me that way and lived."

"I should consider myself lucky then huh."My gaze falls to his leg, It's poorly bandaged so I pull my scales and Med-kit from my bag. " But before I forget I need to treat your leg before your tissue becomes necrotic. You can watch while I work, but you need to swallow one more of the "glittered plastic"."

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"How do you make them?"

"The scales?" I pause stoping the wrap on the angry-looking tentacle mark on his skin.

"What do you think I was talking about?" I smile evilly.

"I thought you were talking about my jokes and wonderful sense of humor." I tie off the bandage and put away my first aid kit. "But If you must know it has to rain first, and I have to be in it. The acidity in the rain is was caused the scales to form but there has to be enough of it. In Gotham, the rain has plenty of it, It soaks into my skin and drains my health which is why I was sick for so long. In return for taking my health, the scales form with healing agents that even baffle me. Normally I would take one and feel fine after but someone decided to take them."

"Do you pull them off?"

"Takes too long and much too painful, I just pour scalding hot water on myself and they pull away from the skin. I clean them and there you have it. Health restoring scales." He stares at me, like I said I pour milk before cereal and then pop it in the microwave for 30 seconds in that order.

"Aren't there better ways to remove them?"

"Yes, but those are back at Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters I couldn't pack it with me so I had to find other methods."

He silent again so I put my stuff in the closet, take my Suit out from the bag, and place it on the hanger, the vibranium fibers shimmer in the soft lights then I stuff the rest of my things in there. I have to tell Professor Xavier what's happened on the check update next week with any luck the multi-functional com-piece found the data by now and I can see what they already know. I inwardly sigh, closing the closet and making my way back to the bed. I see Damian drawn into the scene playing on the screen, Data has made his sacrifice saving the Enterprise. I wasn't expecting to last the cleaning to last that long, but then again the poisons from the suction cups dug deeper than I thought. I put some more things away in drawers even though I didn't have much to bring. "We probably should head to bed, I imagine I have to do a proper introduction and demonstrate some form of my power."

"Yes, probably." He gets up grabbing the two scales I gave him for when he starts feeling pain again. Moving swiftly to the door, he takes one more look back then leaves. My eyes fall on Nightmare who sleeps soundly on the end of the bed. I Climb into the warm comforter letting the warmth surround me. I don't even notice myself drifting till all I can hear is static signaling that tonight was going to be a dreamless one.

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"What exactly can you do?" Starfire walks me down to the center of a metallic room filled with weapons and tools, no doubt the training room. I look around more absorbing the room but still answer the question.

"If I see something I can almost instantly learn it or adapt to it, powers, fighting styles, languages I just have to see or hear it. I've had to control it in order not to learn everything and overload happened one time was not pretty."

"What do you mean by almost instantly?"

"Things like shape-shifting are hard to master, but if I concentrate enough I can alter my physical appearance though it takes five minutes to get there and can't hold the form very well after an hour. The first time I saw someone change form my body tried to copy it but I broke my hand instead. But oddly enough I can learn most other powers and knowledge just fine."

"Really? Well just to check could you copy this?" Starfire lifts her hand and green energy forms around it. I lift my hand to match hers and form the same energy in my body, though not green It's a lilac purple. "Sorry still have trouble getting the colors right." The woman stares in awe at my hand, the knowledge of how to use the ability is stored in my memory. I turn my hand light off and look around. She had given me the tour of the building and probably saved this for last to test what I can do. They did the same at XSFGY and had us fight in the ever-changing challenge/training room. I hear the door open and two cheery voices call out.

"Hey Y/N, about to train?" Garfield, the boy in green calls out from the railing where the door is accompanied by Jamie how still looks half asleep.

"I was just about to test her now, could you all stay there, I'm going to pull the full immersion-based training." She floats to a podium on the far side of the room. the area around me pixelated before stilling into a jungle heat and all. Monsters appear from the undergrowth enough level but not easy looking. I raise two fingers to the sky and strike lightning on them Increasing the voltage when one didn't go down, I even open a few portals in the body to warp holes from the flesh. It took about a few minutes to finish and for the simulation to fall. The dark misty cloud vanishes when I flick my wrist. I hear cheering from the side, I turn to face them everyone was now there.

"No way! Did you just see that!!" Jamie is now wide awake sharing an amazing look with Garfield, Raven is a little shocked, while Damian holds a stoic face. I feel a hand on my shoulder and follow it up to the orange-haired woman. I don't catch that she isn't stopping and is dragging me out of the room. With the way her hand had angled, I dragged out facing the other people in the room. She moves so fast that they get so small to quickly "You did excellently today, I'm so happy to welcome you to the team! We shall celebrate with a feast fit for kings and I shall cook it."

"Wait!"

"Kori!"

"Aw hell no!"

"YOU COOKED THE OTHER DAY!"

They all start running after us, shouting and trying to stop the woman. I feel refreshed after getting the OK for using my powers finally releasing some of the tension I've felt. I feel exhausted though, probably anticipating all the social interactions yet to come.

[daisybeewrites]

Academy Blues

oh, deer

word count: 2.8k

warnings: none for this chapter, vague foreshadowing

ship: dousy (daisy johnson x daniel sousa), background Fitzsimmons and Philinda

heyyyyy…. yes i posted it early on Ao3

howeverrr you guys are gonna like this chapter. i just feel it in my bones (bc its fluffy and the angst starts kicking in in the next one)

“You look like Rudolph, Daisy,” Elena greeted.

Daisy took a large swig of coffee, rolling her eyes but smirking. The pair were walking together to Elena’s first class after a tough early-morning spar.

“You’re the one who punched me where I already had a bruise,” Daisy shot back.

“Hey, I already told you I was aiming for the jaw. It’s not my fault you didn’t duck quick enough.”

They laughed as Elena swiped her key card to the comms building. Daisy held the door for Elena, shoving her lightly in the back as she passed.

“Hey!”

“Not my fault you can’t see backwards,” Daisy teased.

It was Elena’s turn to roll her eyes and laugh, slowing to a stop outside May’s lecture room.

“Right. Wish me luck, I heard May was giving a pop quiz today,” Elena grimaced.

“You don’t need any luck. I’ll see ya, Elena,” Daisy replied.

“Yeah, you will!” Elena said, backing into May’s large lecture room.

Daisy watched her wave and sit down with a group of third-years, her perfect french braids swishing behind her, before turning around. Daisy didn’t have a moment to think about where she was going before she ran into a solid wall.

Daisy looked up into a pair of dark chocolate eyes, crinkled at the edges with a small smile. The wall’s hair was ruffled, as if he had just gotten out of bed. He wore black SHIELD sweats and a white t-shirt. The wall was very attractive. She vaguely registered the smattering of books on the ground, her mind more focused on his hands on her shoulders.

“Daisy, are you okay?”

She must have been staring for too long. “Yeah, I’m good! Great! Sorry, Sousa,” she apologized, quickly bending over to pick up his books. She almost dropped them again when his hand brushed hers while she handed the thick textbooks back. She gave him a quick smile, taking a deep breath to compose herself, reciting her affirmations. I am Daisy Johnson. I am an Agent of SHIELD. I can move the Earth. I am powerful. I am in control of myself.

Daniel’s smile grew a bit when he heard Daisy laughing quietly to herself.

“I guess you could say I really swept you off your feet.”

Daniel chuckled at the quip, his hands still on her shoulders. “Yeah. Foot,” Daniel corrected. Daisy furrowed her brows, but ignored the strange comment.

“Right. Well, the bell—” Daisy was cut off by a long, high-pitched bell. She closed her eyes tight, the blaring alarm causing tiny vibrations to travel through her skull. When she opened them, Daniel was still standing in front of her, white tee and black sweats and messy morning hair encouraging just a bit more flirting before he had to leave.

“Wow, look at you. Late! I’m a bad influence on you, Danny.”

Daniel shrugged, glancing at his watch. “S’not the first time,” he murmured lowly, stepping away and giving her a last look before he disappeared into the classroom.

Daisy pretended not to notice her heart rate had risen from it’s usual sixty beats-per-minute to seventy-six beats-per-minute.

Daisy spent the rest of the day absentmindedly completing work in her classes. For some reason, flirting with Daniel felt… different than it had with her exes. Even her exes in SHIELD. Daniel was grounded. He had a calm presence. Being late didn’t phase him in the slightest; Daisy would have internally berated herself for the rest of the day.

She was finishing a short answer assignment from International Law and SHIELD Policy while stretching on the outdoor training grounds when she saw him again: still in sweats despite the heat. He was still walking with same, familiar limp. Then it clicked—’Foot’; the throwaway comment from earlier made much more sense now. He had a prosthetic. Before she could think anymore about that revelation, May called the Ops trainees to gather around her under a giant maple tree. Daisy was the last to get up, hanging towards the back as usual.

“Ops training, eh?”

Sousa turned to Daisy standing beside him, breaking his focus on May to turn to her. “Yeah. I used to be military, remember? 28th Infantry Recon Scout. I figure I’ve got to get at least near the level I used to be before I can go in the field.”

Daisy nodded, her hair caught in a slight breeze. “As long as you don’t steal my crown as the Queen of Spar, Master of Field Ops Physical Training.”

Daniel chuckled quietly, turning his attention back to May, who was explaining today’s exercises.

“Partners,” Daisy breathed. Daisy hated partners, unless it was May. She’d rather condition. It wasn’t that she didn’t like the other trainees, they were great people! But her nerves got the better of her and she ended up holding back, not helping herself or her partner. She knew how to control her powers, how to keep herself from using them while sparring. Whispers of doubt and guilt still invaded, fogging her mind like deadly mist.

You could kill them. It’s happened before…

She was taken back to the moment by Daniel tapping her shoulder. “Partners?”

Daisy reluctantly nodded and motioned to him to follow her over to a thick pad of grass next to a small willow tree.

“So, what exactly are we supposed to be doing? It’s Tuesday, which is usually a mix of breathing and nerve control and focusing on technique, rather than strength.”

Daniel glanced over at the other partners, who were all going through defensive and offensive stances slowly, like tai chi, he thought.

Daisy walked closer to where he had stopped beside the willow, pointing out a pair of partners moving almost in sync.

“They’re focusing on how their breathing can help their fighting. Mentally and physically. If you’re nervous, your heart rate spikes, your brain goes fuzzy and then your body gets sloppy. If you aren’t breathing, your heart rate spikes, your brain goes fuzzy and your body gets sloppy. Breath can make a punch more powerful and a kick more accurate, if you know how to use it. I’ll show you the moves.”

Defensive, offensive, block, strike, block, kick. Daisy continued in a cycle until Sousa could mirror her movements with little effort.

Daisy stopped him then. “Great! You’re a quick learner,” She winked, smiling wide.

Daniel smiled back, “So how do I do the breathing thing?”

Daisy pondered how to explain it for a second. “You have to flow, like water. You control your breathing, you have the power. But at the same time, you have to let the air flow naturally. The moves will align with your breath, don’t force it.”

Daniel nodded, and they were off. It took a minute to get into the groove, but once he did, it felt effortless. Every kick, block, inhale and turn, exhale and strike came naturally. It gave him the opportunity to study Daisy.

Usually, especially in the early mornings in the computer lab, Daisy looked tired. Her brows were drawn slightly, fingers fidgeting, knee bouncing. In the halls she walked briskly and adjusted her bag or checked her watch often, a small tic she didn’t seem to notice. Right now, though, breeze across her olive skin, Daisy looked cool as water.

She felt the earth beneath her. The trees and grass and flowers in the wind. She tuned in to the radio of her surroundings, letting her muscle memory guide her. The forest was really loud. The concrete buildings had a sort of buzz, too. They mixed in her bones like the sounds of a great symphony, low rumbles and high-pitched chittering and long, constant notes that provided a harmony to the undulating melody. The frequencies of each living and non-living thing in the area seemed to be flowing around her, steady.

Daniel softly stared at her as she moved through the flow with him. She was very good at this. He was having a bit of trouble, though he doubted he would be having this much trouble if it wasn't Daisy right in front of him. For an exercise designed to relax them, wasn’t it counterintuitive to partner with the girl that made his heart skip a beat when she smiled?

When May clapped her hands and signaled the end of the session, the tired, sweaty kids gathered around May’s oak tree. The sun was beginning to dip towards the horizon, bringing a glow to each of their faces. Daisy looked radiant.

“Class is dismissed. Tomorrow, we’re conditioning,” May warned. In a quieter voice, May called, “Daisy, can you hang for a second?”

Daisy stepped away from her bag and towards May. “Is everything okay?”

“Yes, everything’s fine. I have a question for you. Would you mind giving up your free period three times a week?”

Daisy’s eyebrows raised, no classes that she knew of only took place three times a week. “I want to say yes, but I’d also like to know why?”

“Fair. Top brass called. If you want to be a field agent with powers, you’ve got to practice fighting with them, get comfortable with them. I know everything that happened with Lincoln…” May paused, gauging Daisy’s reaction. When there wasn’t any, May continued. “Your powers didn’t make you an agent, I did.”

May paused, giving Daisy a chance to settle her thoughts before adding, “But I think this is important.”

Daisy slowly nodded. If this was important to May, then Daisy had no problems giving up her free period.

“Who will I train with?” she asked.

May smiled. “Meet Yo-Yo and I behind the garage at seven sharp tomorrow morning.΅

Daisy saluted playfully, wandering to her bag and walking in the direction the other students had gone. She could see them filtering into the cafeteria. A smoothie sounded nice…

The canteen was full of students grabbing plates of chicken and veggie tacos. Daisy was always happy during dinner on taco Tuesday. She grabbed her plate and a small green juice and searched for a familiar pair of heads, warm brown eyes and freckles sitting next to dirty blonde curls.

As she approached, two hands went up, waving. Weaving her way through students, she saw Fitz pat the seat beside him.

“Oi, Dais! I've got something to show you!”

Daisy sat down, her attention drawn to the tiny device on the table in front of her. It was small enough to fit in her hand, but surprisingly heavy for its size. Multiple coloured wires stuck out from various surfaces. Fitz was grinning at her with a mischievous twinkle in his eye. He pressed a button on a small remote that sat on the table. Daisy looked over at Jemma, puzzled. Was something supposed to be happening?

Daisy glanced down at her hand. There was nothing there but a constant weight.

“Fitz! You replicated cloaking!”

Jemma and Fitz immediately shushed her, looking around. “He wasn’t supposed to! It’s above his ‘level’. Professor Weaver practically forbid him.”

Daisy’s eyes widened. This was very Fitz. Tell him he can’t, and he will, just to prove it to himself. Holding it up to eye level and moving it around, Daisy marveled at the seamless invisibility. “What are you gonna do with it?”

Fitz shrugged. He began to explain a number of uses for the device, along with the technical modifications he’d have to make for them to work. She tuned out after Jemma exasperatedly told him they couldn’t train monkeys to be invisible recon scouts.

Her plan to learn something from Fitzsimmons banter was derailed when Daisy noticed a shadow at the corner of her eye. It slipped away as quickly as it came, around the corner of the cafeteria and out of sight.

Why was she getting déjà vu?

“Dais, you alright there?” Fitz asked quietly.

Daisy turned back to him, smiling. “Yeah, I thought I saw something. Probably just tired.”

The sandy blonde boy laughed, “S’only Tuesday, Dais. We’ve got a whole week ahead of us!”

“Ugh, don’t remind me. I’ve got six tests this week!” Simmons countered.

Daisy’s mouth opened in surprise, quickly shut when Fitz made a comment about catching flies. “Wait, so you aren’t excited for the tests?”

Jemma shook her head miserably, her amber eyes rolling. “No. Usually I would be, it’s so odd! But I was studying the other night and reviewing old tests, and my chest felt so heavy and my head started spinning—”

Fitz stopped her by putting his hand over hers, gently reassuring her. Watching the two, Daisy thought her heart might burst, a bubbly feeling rising in her chest.

Jemma turned back to her, considerably less distressed.

“Do you want some help studying?” Daisy offered.

Jemma nodded. “Tonight, 8, the rooftop?”

The group nodded.

At eight o’clock, Daisy carefully climbed out her window and around the corner to the fire escape. The stairs whispered and creaked with the wind, but you would never know anyone was climbing the iron to the roof unless you ran directly into her.

She arrived at the last landing, one floor above her own, and crouched down. She jumped, using small quakes as a make-shift propulsor. Jemma turned her head towards the soft thump of Daisy landing on the roof.

The space was decorated with a jungle of potted plants and fairy lights strung around the ledge, mix-matched multicoloured and shades of white. They cast a warm glow across the spread of notes and textbooks neatly placed in front of Jemma. Daisy approached, pulling out her laptop and a pouch of pens, pencils, highlighters, and white-out.

“Ready for our study date?”

Jemma smiled. “Yes. Fitz should be here any minute.”

The two girls got comfortable, beginning to go over notes and chat idly. Daisy wrote down vocab and key ideas on note cards and organised them by subject. Jemma laughed loudly when Daisy expressed her confusion at the difference between the three biochemistries that she was taking. Suddenly, loud clanging was heard from the side of the building.

“Daisy! Jems!”

The two girls shared a glance at the panicked voice. Fitz.

They rushed over to where he would be coming onto the iron landing, grabbing his hand and helping him over the concrete barrier onto the roof.

Fitz supported himself on his knees, panting. “There's a guy down there. Creepy bastard.”

Jemma and Daisy shared another glance, this one full of concern and trepidation.

Fitz pointed to Daisy. “Askin’ about you, Dais. Your…” Fitz trailed off, drawing waves in the air with his hand.

Jemma rested a hand on Daisy’s shoulder, squeezing slightly. “Go check it out, we’ll be here when you get back.”

Daisy reluctantly jumped onto the metal landing below, resisting the urge to use her powers to cushion her landing. She quickly checked the perimeter of the dorm, then wandered closer to the forest that backed up to the dorms.

If only she had night vision as well as the power to create earthquakes.

A subtle movement caught her eye, a dark silhouette shifting in between the trees. A haze of clouds covered the moon, making the forest darker than usual. Daisy stepped forward slowly, her breath speeding up.

The air seemed electric, the few clouds in the sky bloodred with the remaining rays of sunset. The tall pines and thick oaks were silhouetted black against the sky, branches seeming to reach out to grab the twilight shadows. Daisy threw a quick glance over her shoulder, letting out a relieved exhale when she saw Fitz and Jemma watching over her from the roof.

A twig snapped right in front of Daisy, the treeline only twenty feet away. Daisy felt the echo bounce around the forest. She took a deep breath, steadying her hands and lungs. Something, someone, was right on the other side of those bushes…

“AAGH!”

A deer leapt out of the brush, landing right in front of her. Its large doe eyes stared at her, ears back. It was just a fawn.

Daisy slowly let out a sigh of relief, dropping her arms from where they had come up in front of her. She snorted.

“You’re just a baby. What are you doing in the bushes by yourself?”

Daisy tentatively reached out, the fawn showed no signs of moving. She opened her palm, letting the deer sniff before it bounded away across the field.

Daisy sighed. She felt something was off, like you would the moment before you were struck by lightning. Like any second, something else would pop out of the forest, this time a real threat…

Silence.

Stillness.

Daisy sighed, shaking her head and rubbing her eyes. I just need sleep. If the paranoia has set in, I definitely need sleep.

Daisy headed back to the dorms, the feeling of eyes on her following until she was safely on the roof with her friends.

The twinkling fairy lights lit the rest of their evening, shadows and deer forgotten in the warmth of laughs and starlight.