#but the moment we return that 'im going to be strange about you being from a different country' energy even as a JOKE they get upset

[hella1975]

speaking of the way americans respond to people talking abt their culture did you see that poll that went around which was like 'which supermarket do you go to' and it was like a hyperspecific list of solely american stores (some of which were like. one state only) and then all the europeans in the tags were like CATEGORY 5 AMERICAN MOMENT and then the op called everyone prejudicial bullies for making fun of them. and all the americans made separate posts abt how condescending and rude we all were and it was kind of overkill for a poll abt grocery stores but AGAIN, they didn't even put TESCO on there. even asda would have been acceptable i think (not waitrose tho i don't think we should advertise its existence actually)

i actually think waitrose is the people's supermarket. i love spending £5 on milk. i feel represented there. it makes me want to own a gilet

[imwetforyourmom]

yours

summary: you’re his and apparently needed reminded of it

warnings: SMUTTY SMUT, slight degrading, rough, enemies with benefits, swearing, teasing, kissing, rough dom!matt sub!reader, hella jealous matt, ASSUME YOU’RE ON THE PILL!!!

I came up with this idea while in the bath (and wrote majority of it in the bath) 🤭🤭

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matt stared y/n down, his arms crossed with a red solo cup hanging loosley in his hand. the blasting music pouring into his ears, from the speakers placed all around the home to give off better vibes for the party.

the purple neon lights flashing onto matt, but most importantly, the scene playing infront of him.

there y/n danced, or grinded, may I say. there she was, grinding on some guy. the guy sure as hell was enjoying the way some girl looked pleasuring herself on him.

especially when she slightly moved onto his clothed dick really got to him, the friction sending blood to his dick. he leant down to y/ns ear and mumbled dirty talk into her ear, such as “cant wait to watch you move like this in bed, baby.” and “fuck, move any farther and I will not hesitate to bend you over and fuck you dumb.”

matt clenched his jaw and grinded his teeth, his eyes boring into where that guy and y/ns body met. sure y/n was his enemy, but hell, did this get to him.

he was supposed to be the only one pleasuring, touching in certain ways and saying dirty things to y/n. y/n is his. his to touch, his to fuck, his to pleasure and his to kiss.

not some random guy at a party.

chris walked up to matt whom was still staring at y/n and the strange guy, with a hated, disgusted and a twinge of jealousness look on his face.

he glanced at matt, his eyes scanning his facial expressions.

matts eyebrows were furrowed, his jaw clenched and his eyes filled with jealousy. jealousy and a swarming fire of anger.

chris scoffed and turned back to look at the pair grinding.

he leaned closer to matt and mumbled “you really gonna let him touch all up on your girl like that?” those words was the last thing he needed, they ignited the building fire in his stomach. all he needed was the words. despite knowing y/n wasnt his and quite the opposite.

“no.” matt answered harshly, he pushed his cup into chris’ chest and walked off to y/n and the man.

he grabbed y/ns wrist and dragged her elsewhere.

he pulled her with him, ignoring her whines and demands of where they’re going.

he pulled her into a bathroom and shut the door behind them, he pressed her against the door and slowly began leaving hot and open mouth kisses down her jaw and neck, easing to her throat.

“what the fuck were you doing with that guy? hm?” he mumbled, leaving her skin for only a moment to speak before returning quickly.

“d- dancing, matt. we were dancing.” she replied, her head leaning backwards as much as she could with the door being behind her and pressed up against her.

“dancing? that didnt look like dancing, y/n. dont lie.” he spoke, his voice stern, the anger and jealousy boiling in his veins seething through his voice.

“I was dancing.. we were dancing.” “I dont understand why you’re so upset about it.” she quickly dismissed her earlier lie.

he sucked on her neck skin harshly, before pulling away and mumbling against her skin. “because im only supposed to talk to you like that, to touch you like that, to eye fuck you like that.” his hot breath fanning her neck, sending goosebumps all across her skin.

“matt, we hate eachother and just so happen to fuck occasionally, you’re not the only one who can give me pleasure.” she answered, rolling her eyes. her eyes widened quickly, she bit her lip, scared of what was to happen next, after realizing what she’d just said and how matt could take it.

matt chuckled and bit on her skin, not harshly but hard enough for a warning.

“yeah? you think he could fuck you better than me?” matt whispered, his hand trailing from her hip to the door, he slowly slid it to the door handle and locked the door.

y/n visibly gulped, her cheeks going a shade of pink and her fingers slowly crept to matts head, lacing them inbetween the brunette strands. completely ignoring his previous sentence.

matts mouth trailed up to her ear, his breath hot on her face, he whispered “answer me. do you think that guy can fuck you better?” he trailed his lips from her ear back down to her neck, awaiting her answer he sucked the skin of her collarbone.

“what would you do if I say yes?” y/n mocked, her voice drawing out in a seductive yet teasing way.

matts mouth immediately found a spot on her neck and bit down harshly. y/n winced and squeezed her eyes shut. his tongue swirled around the skin as he sucked.

he pulled away and whispered into her ear, “i’d fuck you until you’re screaming that im better.. and even then, I might not even stop.”

the words sent shivers down her spine, more so to her core. she knew no one could and no one would replace matt, matt was a fucking god at sex. no one fucked her better.

deciding she wanted to be fucked dumb, she bit her lip and very quickly said “hes better. I think he’d fuck better.” she screwed her eyes shut and took in a sharp breath.

with that matt attached his lips to hers in an aggressive kiss, teeth clashing and tongues colliding.

matts hands moved to the hem of her shirt, he tugged it up her body, he disconnected their lips and pulled both her shirt and his off.

he looked down at her chest, covered by that fucking bra he despised so much. he wanted to see her, not that stupid bra stopping him from seeing her. he groaned and unclasped it, wanting to see more of her. the parts he desired.

once her tits spillt from her bra he immediately attatched his mouth to her nipple, his other hand fiddling with her other nipple, causing y/n to gasp from the sudden warmth and wetness on her.

“god you’re gorgeous” he mumbled against her skin.

he sucked and twirled his tongue around the bud, before switching nipples and repeating his previous actions.

y/n gasped, her mouth falling open and her eyes closing.

he trailed his kisses from her breasts, to her collarbone and neck. he sucked and swirled his tongue around her skin, sure to leave marks for later.

“‘m gonna mark you up, show everyone whats mine” matt muttered against her skin, sucking deep and harshly.

y/ns hand traveled to the nape of his neck, playing with his hair. lightly tugging and twirling the hair.

he continued his actions all over her neck, collarbone and shoulders. so many hickies everywhere it’d be nearly impossible to not see them. her skin was a deep shade of purple almost all over.

y/ns hands moved away from his hair and moved to his pants, in which she fiddled with the belt.

he grabbed her wrists and stopped her, halting her movements and moving her wrists to above her head, pinning them there.

“ah-ah-ah.. be patient, my love. I cant rush, I want to show you how no one’ll be better than me, hm?” he whispered into her ear. his voice deep and heavily seductive, lust dripping from his words.

he placed his head in the crook of her neck, his hand going down agonizingly slowly to his pants. unbuckling the belt extra slow just to fuck with her.

he pulled his belt off, then his jeans and boxers. his erection slapping his stomach.

he ran his hands up and down y/ns body, before slipping his fingers into the waistband of her skirt, pulling down ever so slowly.

“cmon, matt.. please” she whispered, her voice faltering with lust.

“please what? be specific, sweetheart.” he mumbled. he knew for a fact what she needed, but wheres the fun in just giving it to her?

“matt, please fuck me, please please” she whined. her needs becoming her top priority in the moment.

matt wasnt quite expecting to be begged to. but, damn, could he get used to it.

he kissed her neck before pulling down her skirt and panties altogether, he ran his fingers through her folds, feeling her wetness.

“so wet for me already baby, ive barely even touched you.” he hummed against her neck, letting go of her wrists he grabbed the back of her thighs, lifting her up and placing them on his hips, giving him better access to her entrance.

he ran his tip though her slick, collecting her arousal and using it as lubricant. he slowly pushed his tip in her entrance, then the rest of his cock. sending a burning sensation throughout y/ns body, her walls moulding to the shape of matts dick.

he slowly began pumping in and out of her, his hips finding the desired pace, as of right now. he definitely planned on plowing into her in a moment.. but he needs to be slow and sensual for a second.

he pushed in, then slowly pulled out almost all the way, making y/n feel every inch of him moving inside her.

he took in a breath, kissed her neck then slammed back in, pulling out quickly and slamming back in. taking y/n by surprise, she screamed and gasped. her hands flying to his back. holding them there she dug her nails into the skin, leaving red crescent moon shapes.

“fuck, fuck fuck!” she moaned, her mouth falling open as moans and whimpers slipped from her lips.

matt kept his head in the crook of her neck, finding stabilization there since his hands were busy holding her thighs on his hips, ensuring they’d stay there since he was going incredibly fast inside her.

she screwed her eyes shut and bit her lip incredibly hard, the familiar taste of metallic filling her mouth.

“take it. take it like the slut you are.” he grumbled, his voice low as he focused on driving his hips into hers.

“hmghh- matt, fuckk” she moaned, her voice shaky and hoarse. a tightening in her stomach began forming and tightening within each passing second.

“‘m close!” she spoke, her voice as loud as it possibly could be, in which it wasnt very loud, barely above a whisper.

“mm, cum all over my cock, baby,” he grunted. his voice breathy, he grunted almost every two seconds. slamming inside her would knock the breath out of him, he could only wonder what she was experiencing.

its not like he could look at how fucked out she looked anyways. he kept his head in the crook of her neck, needing to stabilize himself.

y/n let out a scream as her orgasm hit her like a fucking truck. white specks filling her vision, an ache spreading throughout her head and a ringing in her ears.

matt continued thrusting roughly into her, riding her through her high and chasing his own climax.. but its not like he didnt already plan on making her cum more than once tonight.

“matt, matt! too much, too much!” the sensitivity becoming too much for her.

“you should’ve thought about that before grinding on that guy, huh?” he grumbled, just thinking about what she’d done earlier made him even more pissed, causing him to pound even more ruthlessly into her.

“please, matt- ngh-“ she cut herself off with a scream. ultimately she gave up on speaking, her mouth opening to say something but her voice no longer being there. her mind blank and only focusing on the pleasure.

her eyes rolled back as whimpers slipped from her lips, she was so fucked out.

matt pulled away from her neck from the sudden change of no screaming and loud moans. he was met with y/n, a very fucked out y/n. her hair a mess, her mascara staining down her cheeks and a thin layer of sweat coating her body.

he chuckled and pressed a quick kiss to her cheek, then whispering into her ear, “remind me who you belong to?”

y/n heard him, but also didnt. all she could focus on was the mass amounts of pleasure she was feeling.

“fucked ya dumb, didnt i?” matt smirked to himself, “cmon baby, answer me. who do you belong to? hm?” he asked again, this time his voice slightly louder.

y/n moaned, before answering in a quiet voice “you. im yours” one of her hands slid from his shoulder to the back of her head, she pulled him in and closed the distance between them. kissing him so passionately as he plowed into her.

he groaned in the kiss, their lips smacking passionately against one another, sending waves butterflies into y/ns stomach.. or its the fact shes getting closer to another orgasm.

she clenched around his dick, taking matt by surprise as he maons.

her thighs shook, signaling to matt she was close since her mouth was occupied with his.

matt pulled away and put his face in the crook of her neck. “cum with me.” his sentence was kept short, way too focused on getting them to their highs.

“matt- I cant wait any longer” she moaned out, biting her lip to help herself.

“go ahead, im right behind you.” he groaned, his thrusts growing sloppy and his hips sputtering.

with that y/n came around his cock with a scream and a heavy breath. matt stopped his thrust deep inside her and shot his load, painting her walls white.

he took in deep and heavy breaths. he slowly pulled out of y/n, setting her legs down on the floor.

“you did so good for me, baby.” he mumbled, his voice soft spoken. he knelt down to help pull up her skirt for her and pick up her shirt and bra.

he clasped her bra on her and slipped her shirt on. her pulled his boxers and pants up, then put his shirt on, he quickly grabbed y/ns panties off the floor and put them in his back pocket.

he grabbed her a rag and wet it, then wiped her face free of any messed up makeup. then he fixed her hair some.

he brought her into his chest, wrapping his arms around her torso.

“you okay?” he asked, his chin resting on the top of her head. y/n replied with a quick “mhm”

as much as he ‘hated’ her, he still found it necessary to care for her after that hella rough experience.

he pulled away and pressed a quick kiss to the top of her head, “who fucks better?” he asked. his voice changing from soothing and relaxing to its normal stern and husk voice around her.

“you, matt. you.” she chuckled, before he nodded, “atta girl”

with that he left the bathroom and left her in there with their cum slowly dripping down her thighs and her legs wobbly and weak.

they entered the bathroom with romantic eyes for one another, and left with hatred for one another.

2609 words.

tags

@luverboychris @chrissturniolosfavoritesexdoll @meg-sturniolo @junnniiieee07 @genshin-addict @mels22lunchbox @ssilentzom @haunted-headset @dollyspsychoxo @sturnib-tch @b2cute @livvy4realll

[livin4woso]

Not so little anymore (leah williamson x sister!reader)

Summary- reader who is leahs younger sister comes back to Arsenal after a loan spell at athletico Madrid, and it seems that in that time, you've grown more than leah wants too accept.

Your loan spell in spain had come to an end, and it was time to come back home to Arsenal. It was a bittersweet moment for you as you knew you had missed your family and friends, but you're also gonna miss the guaranteed playing time and not being known as leah williamsons' little sister.

Now, dont get yourself wrong. You absolutely adored your sister, but after her recent success with the euros and womens football on the rise, you slowly slipped in the shadows from the williamson sisters to leahs little sister. She was 7 years older than you so she has always had a bit of a protective streak over you and always viewed you to be that small little girl that you used to be not who you are now. An adult.

You were now 19, and after your season long loan, things had changed. Arsenal had practically got a whole new squad with newer bigger players, but they also had sold some players some who were close friends to you. But also you had changed due to athletico Madrid more intense training style and not knowing the language so you found yourself in the gym more often than not you had grown to be quite a force not to be reckoned with on the pitch. When at madrid, you had also changed your position to right back after playing in centre back your whole youth career to be like leah, you now wanted something different or maybe you needed something different.

When arriving back home, you had decided to stay in your childhood home with your parents while mid search for an apartment near the training ground. Driving into the training ground felt weird. It was a strange feeling of comfort but also unfamiliarity as you knew the place but not the people in it, and those you did know had surely forgotten about you in that time you had been gone. You made your way through the grounds with small chats to staff who were quite happy to catch up with you and ask about your time in spain which had left a linger on you due to your tanned skin.

Your arrival back had been a secret as jonas had insisted to make it some social media post to have hype to your return but in all honesty you weren't a fan of the cameras so this was like a worst nightmare suitation. Jonas greets you at the entrance of the fields before telling you to wait about 10 minutes before coming down into training. "Right, girls, before we start the next drill, i need you to get into pairs," he says, knowing the squad is an uneven number. "We dont have enough for everyone to be in pairs," leah says to him " oh right well leah i have a guest coming in 5 minutes if you want you can help introduce them to everyone" he suggested back and leah gladly accepts his offer.

You have finally been signalled by staff. You can go onto the field, and as you walk down to the girls, you see leah stood next to jonas. She has to double take to see if its you because she swears she's hallucinating that your walking towards her " have you missed me or something lee you're gonna swallow a few flys if you keep you mouth open" you shout towards her dragging the attention of your other teamates. " girls im happy to announce y/n is back from loan" jonas states, and leah pulls you into the most bone crushing hug ever. However, this time, you're not the smaller williamson. You're actually a decent size bigger than her, and your arms had grown, and so had your legs.

"Woahh mini williamson isn't that mini anymore maybe we should start calling you big williamson?" katie shouted at you as she almost tried to size you up. "Yeah well a year in madrid paid off and surely im now the better looking sibling" you joked flexing your bicep at katie knowing she'd find it funny until leah cliped you the back of the head. "Ow, what was that for?" you asked her. "For being a knobhead now come on, we have new people to meet," she said. She had dragged you around to make you meet people and scoled you if you were a foot out of line it felt like she was trying to be your mother than your sister and truthfully that pissed you off.

You had proved to everyone you could live by yourself at just 18 when you went to madrid, now you're 19 in london and being babied. You loved leah. However, she never knew when to stop pushing you until you break. You could easily get over the throwaway comments of "you're my baby sister man" or when she would tell one of your teammates an embarrassing story. However, this time, she went too far.

Kyra alessia lotte and vic had invited you to come out drinking with them and of course you accepted as it would be nice to be able to talk to them without leah shoving the fact shes you're older sister down there throats. You were having a good time and an even better one when a brunette woman asked you to dance with her. She was in her early twenties, and it seemed the other arsenal girls not fussed, so you kissed her, and she kissed back. " You are so pretty, but im really sorry. i have to go, but here's my phone number you should call me," you said, letting go of her waist and walking back to your friends "Don't tell leah i dont need a lecture on sex" you said to them "we wont" kyra says wrapping an arm round your shoulders as you began to make your separate ways home.

However, the brunette had left a mark on you, more specifically, your neck she had littered hickeys down the side of your neck and well it wasnt a big deal everyone has had one so it didn't fuss you. Yet, coming into training, you were in for it. "Y/n come here" leah demanded "mhm yeah sure" " can you please explain why you have been fucking attacked by a vampire on your neck you're not old enough for that at all !" She shouted in front of everyone, yet you had reached your limit and couldn't keep quiet anymore "leah grow up im not 12 anymore you had no issue with me leaving the country for a year and not one of you bothering to come see me so i dont know why you are so hung up on a hickey on my neck" you shouted back and rather then making the suitation worse you walked out the room slamming the door.

Leah was quick to chase you though "y/n wait please" " what leah i don't want a shitty apology or whatever i just want you to treat me like im your friend not your baby sister who needs protecting i grew up and its time for you to realise it" you said trying to make her understand your frustrations.

"Im sorry i will do i guess you're not so little anymore and i forget that but really you need to stop growing i dont want to be the little williamson" she said breaking a smile and since then you found balance between sister and friends and it was perfect.

[mcu-coworkers]

Posessive?

Summary: Miguel will stop at nothing to have you at his side. And you know that but who says you can't make him struggle just a little.

word count:3.5k+

A/n: Thank you guys for loving Pt.1 to this story so much I hope this second part meets your expectations! Im thinking of making a pt.3 where the spider society meets the reader let me know what you guys think!xx

Parts: I II^ III

(Gif credits to the creator ofc!^)

Walking into your lawyers office made Miguel's blood boil.

He had already ripped up the divorce papers but he wanted to send a message before he returned them to their sender considering you ignored his thousands of calls.

“Mr.O’hara it's nice to finally meet you although clients usually communicate lawyer to law-” he was quickly cut off by the loud sound of the shredded paper being tossed onto his desk.

“ I   thought this would be quicker for the both of us,​​ Tell your client that her HUSBAND said no. And that  I‘ll be seeing her very soon. Thanks.” Miguel said, having that last bit dripping with sarcasm.

“Should  I   be concerned for my clients' well-being Mr.O’hara?” your lawyer said standing up.

Turning to face him once more Miguel snickered, “On the contrary Mr.?” he said looking for a name tag.

“Murdock. It's on the building Nelson and Murdock.” he said, smiling back at him.

“Big man, Congratulations. My wife is safe with me, just let her know I'll be seeing her soon, have a nice day Murdock.” With a nod from your lawyer he took it as his time to leave but not without whispering some insults in spanish under his breath.

Who did he think he was questioning your safety around Miguel? You were the safest at his side and his side only.

And no one was taking that from him, not even you.

Quickly after he left your Lawyer wasted no time in contacting you.

Two rings passed before you picked up.

To tell the truth your heart was pounding. It felt so soon for him to have already turned in the papers.

“Hello?” you didn't mean to sound as quiet and defeated as you did but who were you trying to fool this had been and was going to be a very tough moment in your life.

“Mrs.O’Hara how are you?” he answered calmly.

Confused by the surname you stopped walking in the middle of the busy airport.

“I'm fine, did you receive the papers?” you asked eager to find out exactly what happened.

“Yes,  I   did but they're not signed or intact for that matter. It seems like he gave them to a cat to have as a toy."He said holding up the paper realizing what he thought were rips were actually done by claws, strange.

“Ay Miguel.” You said, you knew he never took any news well but you never thought he’d pull something like this.

“He also left a message for you.” he said, setting the paper aside.

“And that was?” you said curious as to what he could possibly have to say.

“Tell your client that her husband said no, and that he will be seeing you very soon, he put a big emphasis on the word husband.” he said pausing.

Waiting for a response from you he added on, “Ms. O’Hara if i'm being honest here this doesn't sound like a man who wanted a divorce.” he said reconsidering the course of the situation.

“At this point I'm not really sure what he wants anymore,  I   don't think  I   ever actually knew to begin with.” you said, beginning to question your judgment.

“Well if you’d like to continue with the one sided divorce process we can do that otherwise  I   think you should speak to Mr.O’Hara and sort things out.” He said.

Now you had a lot to think about, A shiver went up your spine as you realized exactly what was happening.

“Y/n? Is everything okay? Do you need help?” Your lawyer asked on the other side. He always knew a little more than he was led to believe which meant he had to be cautious with how much he involved himself.

“Oh yeah, yes  I   am fine just considering my options, can  I get back to you on that?” You asked quickly beginning to exit the airport.

“Yes, of course whatever you need, give me a call.” he said, he could hear your breath picking up and your heart beat gaining speed.

“Thank you, Mr. Murdock.” and with that you hung up the phone and found your driver.

If there was one thing Miguel didn't like it was not having you by his side and to make matters worse not knowing where you were.

You didn't doubt for a second Miguel had already found you; it was just a matter of time before he got to you.

Angry would be the understatement of the year.

Taking a deep breath you tried to relax remembering why you were in this situation in the first place.

It was his fault you left, and if he wanted to bring you back then he’d have to travel across the world and do it face to face.

After all, you did book a flight to Barcelona thinking it would be far enough to not ever be able to go back to him no matter how strong the urge.

Your phone rang again, thinking it was your lawyer, you answered.

“Was there something you forgot to mention earlier?” you asked, trying to sound as calm as possible.

“Hiring a man as your lawyer, you always know where to hit me so it hurts mi amor.” chills ran down your spine at the sound of that raspy voice.

“Miguel, what do you want?” you said trying to put up a front.

“You. Back in our house, at my side.” he said with a demanding tone.

The audacity of this man, you'd been distraught and in tears practically the entire journey here but now? All you felt was anger.

“No.” was all you said, the front was gone, these were your genuine emotions now.

“No? Como que no? You're mine, don't you forget that.” he said, beginning to raise his voice.

“  I   didn't forget that, you did Miguel so it's either you start remembering or  I   start forgetting too. Ya no voy a estar de gata a tus pies. I'm worth more than that.” you said trying to hold back the shakiness in your voice.

It was helpless because he already heard it.

“Mi amor,  I   never thought that of you please, come home and let's talk. I'm begging you don't do this to us.  I   need you.” He said hoping he could sway you in his direction.

“This is the longest you've spoken to me in over a month Miguel, you realize that right? And all for what, because  I  disobeyed you?” you asked, hoping he'd deny it but all you got was silence.

Chuckling you smiled, at least that part of him never changed.

“Baby, plea-” he tried.

“No, Sign the papers or I'm moving in a different direction Miguel.  I   let my love for you stand in the way for too long and you don't even have the decency to tell me you don't love me anymore. I'm done.” you said as he began to speak over you trying to stop you.

No one had ever tested Miguel's patience this much.

You not letting him get a sentence out was only bringing him closer to the edge.

“Y/n  I   swear if you make me-” dead tone. You hung up.

“HIJO DE PUTA!” he said as he punched the back of the passenger seat in front of him.

“Everything alright sir?” his driver asked mostly only concerned for his own safety.

No one liked seeing Miguel upset ten times out of nine everyone else ended up in whatever mood he was in.

“Yes, Just get me to the jet please.” he said, rubbing his temples gently.

Miguel fell in love with your sense of leadership when he had first met you, god was he paying for it now.

He tried to calm himself before boarding the plane. He needed to think of what he could say to get you back at his side.

He knew he needed to change, it's his best bet at making you remember just how much he loves you.

Just as the plane was taking off his gizmo showed a hologram of Jess.

“So, did you get your girl back?” She asked with a slight smirk on her face.

Miguel froze, he kept his business out of the spider society just in case anyone ever turned on them.

Keeping you safe was his number one priority.

“Lyla spilled Miguel, she's worried about you and says she's never seen you this bad before.” she said with a slight tone of concern. She knew better than to show Miguel she was worried, he would just push her away and tell her he was fine.

“Everything will be fine, I'll be gone two days tops think you can handle that?” he asked with a small smile on his face.

He knew Jess could do more than handle it; he just needed a distraction from the chaos he’d brought to his marriage.

“Yeah well when you bring her back, and you will,  I  ‘d like to meet the person who tolerates your broodiness, hell  i  ‘ll probably ask for some tips while i'm at it.” she said, making him chuckle.

No one could do what you did for him.

“Keep me updated on the canon events and keep Hobie out of my office.” he said remembering the last time he snuck in.

“You got it boss, don't forget we're all rooting for you.” she said before hanging up.

We? Who's we? He was gonna have a long talk with Lyla about confidentiality when he got back.

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It has now been just about two days since you last spoke to Miguel and since then you’ve received one flower arrangement every hour with a message from Miguel and your bill at every place you visited covered by, you guessed it, Miguel.

And still you had to be graced by the presence of the man himself.

Barcelona was your chance to really find out if the grass was greener on the other side and that meant no giving in to Miguel's romantic gestures.

It was hard when every single flower warmed your heart just a little more every time.

It reminded you of when he’d cut flowers from random gardens on his way to your house.

They were never this fancy or even wrapped in paper for that matter, but you loved them more than anything else because he gave them to you out of love.

He gave these to you seeking forgiveness, something he wouldn't be doing if you hadn't been pushed over the edge.

Sighing, you set them aside with the rest of the arrangements and decided to go for a coffee.

Finding a little shop you sat on the patio after ordering your Latte with a croissant to accompany it.

Basking in the sun your mind couldn't help but wonder where he was, if he was already watching you from a distance waiting to catch you off guard.

You weren't too far off.

He was watching you, from a safe distance just to make sure you were safe, and that no other man was coming near you but mostly to make sure you were safe.

He thought that if he gave you space it’d make you miss him.

The flowers and paying for you were just in case you did miss him. Or at least that's what he made them out to be.

Miguel was trying his best to not let his possessive ways take over him and just carry you on the plane and take you home but he oh so wanted this to be over already.

But he too decided to turn a new leaf in Barcelona, one that would promise to never let you forget just how much he loved you, no matter how shitty of a day he had at work.

Miguel was brought out of his thoughts when he saw you leaving the cafe not because you were leaving but because some man was following you.

His body tensed as the man tapped on your shoulder and handed you something.

Before he knew it he was walking towards you and pulling you into him by the waist.

“¿Ya terminaste amor?( you finished here love?)” he said, smiling down at you before turning to look at the idiot who touched you.

Who did he think he was touching you when you belonged to Miguel?

Smiling a thank you to the stranger you met mere minutes ago you begin walking without answering Miguel's question.

“Who the hell was that guy?” he said following you down the street.

“ I   have no idea Miguel, what  I   do know is that you've been watching me for the past two days.” you said trying to hide your smirk.

Miguel stopped, you had outsmarted him.

“Only because you won't speak to me.” he said trying to hide the smile on his face.

He was a proud husband but now was not the time.

“Sucks doesn't it? Being ignored by your spouse when you just wanted to give them all your love.” you said opening the door to your new home.

“Y/n mi amor  I   get it, I'm an asshole and  I deserve whatever it is you throw my way but please come home and you can throw it at me there.” he said trying to get close to you but all it did was make you take a step back.

“Baby please, just come here.” he said as he took another step towards you.

He was quick but you were quicker getting out of the way.

“No Miguel, you treated me like some toy that you used when you were bored. And when you got tired of me you tossed me to the side and pretended that  I   wasn't there. Do you know how it feels to be treated like an item? A disposable item?” you asked your voice barely above a whisper but that didn't stop you.

“For the last ten years of our relationship there wasn't one day that you didn't tell me you loved me. Even when we were fighting. Tell me Miguel, when was the last time you told me you loved me? As a matter of fact, When was the last time we even slept in the same bed? You can't tell me can you?” you asked, waiting for a response from him but all you got was silence.

Your words finally began to actually sink in to Miguel and for once he didn't know what to do.

Balancing the literal multiverse on his shoulders distracted him so much he hadn't realized the damage he was doing to your marriage.

But you’d had more than enough time to realize what it did to you.

Shaking your head you looked away as tears brimmed your eyes.

You wanted so badly to be strong for yourself but seeing the end to what you thought was your forever was making it really difficult.

“Fuck.” was all Miguel could muster up at the moment, he needed to find a way to fix this.

Letting out a shaky breath, “Y/n,  I   know that  I  ‘ve changed but there's just been so much pressure on me to fix things and they really need me right now, this is the only way  I   can keep everyone safe, keep you safe.” he said hoping you’d understand.

Nodding you looked out the window and admired the view.

“ I   understand, the multiverse is important to you. But  I   can't sit around waiting for the day you decide to consider me too. And  I   know that sounds selfish but  I   can't help it. I'm jealous of Miguel. Jealous of the people who see you more than  I   do. Jealous of the office you spend time in. Jealous of the Lyla.” you actually had to laugh after that.

“ I   sound crazy, Jealous of a damn AI all because it gets your attention more than me.” you said tears finally falling.

“Well guess what Miguel,  I   won't do it anymore,  I   hate this feeling.  I   understand protecting the multiverse is important so go, go be a hero it's who you are and it's amazing.  I   could never stand in the way of that no matter how much it’d hurt me.” you said leaning back on the kitchen counter.

You’d hoped that’d be enough to get him to go.

In a second Miguel had his arms around you and his head buried in your shoulder.

Wrapping your arms around his neck you realized he was crying.

“Miguel?” you asked gently, slightly confused by the reaction.

“I'm so sorry baby please,  I   need you. Without you I'm just the shell of the man   I   should be.   I   can't live a life without you, it's pointless. Just please come home and we can fix this together.  I  ‘ll do whatever you want.  I  ‘ll get on my knees and beg if that's what it takes.” he said as he began to get down on his knees.

“Miguel no-” you whispered as you tried pulling him back up.

“Then what baby you tell me and  I  ‘ll do it please tell me how to fix this. ¡Estoy loco por ti y lo sabes!( I'm crazy for you and you know it!)” he yelled, he was mere seconds away from a panic attack his breathes were shortening quickly and you noticed it.

“Miguel? Baby slow down, you need to breathe.” you said lowering yourself to meet his face.

“ I   can’t-  I   can-” he said as he tried regaining his breath.

He hadn't had one of these since he became spiderman so an inhaler was not an option. So you did the next best thing, you kissed him.

Deeply, passionate to make sure he slowed down his breathing completely.

Slowly it began to work so you pulled away to allow him to catch his breath.

Analyzing his face you’d only hoped it worked, “Better?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

“Not yet.” he said as he grabbed you by the waist and pulled you back in for another kiss this time much deeper.

Miguel began kissing you like a man who’d been starved as he pulled you closer wrapping your legs around his waist in the process.

And just like that you were lost in him all over again.

Whatever speech you gave yourself about the grass being greener was gone in the wind.

Quickly Miguel began undressing you while you pulled his clothes off in return.

“No sabes cuanto te e necesitado mi amor. (you don't know how much i've needed you my love.)” he said as left a trail of kisses down your neck.

“Callate y hazme el amor Miguel.(shut up and make love to me.”you said breathlessly as he flipped you over on the kitchen floor placing his tip at your entrance.

Slipping into you slowly he clenched his jaw at the feeling of your tightness around him. Oh how he missed this feeling.

Gasping you tried to adjust to his size again , no matter how many times you’d had sex in the past it's like this man got bigger and bigger every time.

Hearing your soft moans encouraged Miguel to keep going until he was fully buried in you, “dios mio.” was all he could manage to say as he rested his head in the crook of your neck.

“Miguel-” you moaned, signaling him to move.

“ I   know baby  I   know.” he said as he pulled himself out completely before thrusting back in and finding his pace making you arch your back in the process.

Slowly he began building up his speed until all he could hear was the beautiful sound of your voice moaning his name endlessly.

This was his heaven.

Watching you as your face contorted in full euphoria at the pleasure he was giving you.

Taking your hand in his he gave it a squeeze that you returned as you used your other hand to pull him in for a breathless kiss.

“Miguel ya” you said, getting closer to your climax.

“Wait for me mami i'm almost there.” he said as he sped up making your eyes roll to the back of your head.

This man would be the end of you.

By this point you were a moaning mess holding on to the last strands of sanity you had left waiting for Miguel.

Once you felt Miguel twitch inside of you it was clear he was close, you pulled him close and began kissing your way up to his ear.

“Miguel baby, I need you hazme tuya mi amor.” you moaned, and with that you felt his fangs dig into your shoulder as he filled you with his seed allowing you to cum with him.

You could've passed out from the immense amount of pleasure  you were feeling, or the reaction to his spider venom,  but missing a moment of this was not an option.

After Miguel recovered he realized what he’d done, “Shit, I'm sorry  I   didn’t think-” he said, beginning to slightly panic.

He’d always been able to control himself in bed.

Smiling, you pulled him in for another kiss, “It’s okay,  I   liked it.” you said earning yourself a look of surprise from him.

Laying his head back down on your chest you sighed in content.

“Eres la luz de mi vida, el sol para mi luna. (you are the light of my life, the sun to my moon.)” he said smiling.

Laughing you massaged the back of his neck as you ran your hands through his hair.

“ The light of your life would like to get off this hard floor.” you said as you wiggled to ease the soreness of your back.

Miguel wasted no time in picking you up and taking you to the bedroom.

“ This looks like a much more suitable place to spend the week.” he said, laying you down gently.

“Week? Isn't there a canon event that needs your rescuing?” you asked, to tell the truth your heart was overjoyed at the thought of him staying here with you.

“You, you're my cannon event and it's gonna take all of me to rescue you.” he said as he kissed your forehead.

“My hero.” you said as you laid your head on his chest admiring his relaxed features.

“Te amo mi cielo.” he whispered.

“Y yo a ti cariño.” you said, closing your eyes as you fell asleep alongside the love of your life.

The road to forever looked a lot brighter now

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[formulafics]

For the blurb reader dealing with the hate of dating a driver and them comforting her.

MRS. ALL AMERICAN, but make it a blurb

well, it may be a few months later, but here it is!! i so hope you love it rena 😔🙏🏻 also im living up to that conversation we had about me dropping things without warning 😼 this also lowkey made me wanna start writing again so 👀

MRS. ALL AMERICAN | SMAU (i’d suggest reading this before you read the blurb!)

Initially, the comments didn’t bother you. In fact, you found yourself amused at many of them, being so unbelievably absurd and far from the truth. A part of you also know it was inevitable. The internet is cruel, and along with that, your relationship moved much faster than most in this day and age. So, for the time being, it wasn’t hard to just ignore them, especially since you were so certain that Alex would be your endgame. To which, he is.

Now, months later, with rings on your fingers, there’s not a shred of doubt in your mind, regarding your relationship with Alex. It’s only getting better by the day, and you couldn’t ask for a better partner. That being said, the comments didn’t stop. Frankly, you’ve started to think they’re getting worse, and unfortunately, it’s becoming harder for you to ignore them.

Alex is not oblivious to your shift in mood. He can see it clearly, especially now as he gazes at you from across the table. His eyes glance down to your hands, watching you pick apart the food on your plate, food that you usually would be ‘going to town on’ (as logan says). His brows furrow as he looks at your face, his heart sinking at the strange sadness that lingers within your expression.

“Are you okay?” He asks softly, eyes meeting yours when you look at him. You swallow a lump in your throat, one you didn’t even realize was there, before answering him. “Yeah,” you respond flatly, huffing briefly. Your chest is tight, leaving you to feel like you can’t suck in enough air. Your response isn’t exactly what Alex hoped to hear, the man being slightly stumped on what to do or say.

He waits a few moments, but the longer you both sit in silence, the more the whole situation weighs on the both of you. “You can talk to me,” Alex assures you, eyes hopeful that you’ll open up to him. You sigh, setting your fork down. You lean forward, resting your arms on the table to close the distance between you and him, and he mirrors your movements, making it feel as if you both are in a more private setting.

“It’s just,” you pause, trying to think of how to word things. “The comments — they’re getting worse, I think,” you say it quietly, the aforementioned lump returning to your throat. Alex’s expression softens, and he simply nods. “Yeah,” he responds. Before anything else can be said, the waitress is at your table, and after confirming that you’re done eating, Alex asks for the bill.

By the time you’re walking out of the restaurant and headed to the car, you’re almost in tears. You squeeze Alex’s hand in yours, unintentionally bumping into his side as you walk to the car. When you do finally reach it, he guides you to the passenger side, but rather than opening the door, he engulfs you in a hug. Just like that, the tears begin to fall from your eyes, and you hug him back, nuzzling your face into his jacket. He doesn’t say anything yet, and just rests his head on yours, his hand soothingly rubbing your back.

He waits until your crying slows, then kisses your head. “I’m sorry about the comments - I know it’s hard,” he says against your hair, and you just nod in response, hugging him impossibly tighter. “You smell good,” you say quietly, lifting the mood slightly. He chuckles, making the corners of your lips pull upwards. “Thank you,” he hums. You look up at him, a small smile on your lips. Even though there’s still weight on your shoulders, you can’t help the smile, or the way your heart speeds up when you look at him.

He tilts his head down and presses a kiss against your lips - a soft, short one. “I wish I could do more,” he says earnestly, resting his forehead on yours. “I know,” you respond, knowing that he probably needs some reassurance too.

A few moments pass, the both of you stood there in comfortable silence with your eyes closed, soft gusts of wind breezing past you. Alex inhales, then pulls away, but doesn’t go too far just yet. “I just hope you know that everything they say is complete bullshit, and that i’m genuinely so happy with you,” He says, his eyes glimmering with honesty in a way that makes your heart squeeze in your chest. “Me too,” you respond, pressing another kiss to his lips. Slowly, the lingering weight on your shoulders finally dissipates as Alex opens the passenger door, holding your hand until you’re in the seat. He bends down, a silly grin on his face. “I love you so much,” he says, making you smile. “I love you.” you respond, watching as he closes the door, then walks around the car, taking his place in the drivers seat.

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[divinesolas]

Heyy, would you write something with aemond, perhaps an arranged marriage and struggling conceiving… feel free to ignore

"still nothing?"

you felt like a kicked puppy. sitting in a chair looking down at your lap while alicent talked with her son, your husband.

You were from a minor house from the north, stripped from your home and taken down south to marry the prince in the hopes to secure a more friendly relationship between the south and north.

you were however failing the one job you were given. you felt sick to your stomach.

when you first met aemond you felt like you had won the greatest prize, thanking whatever gods we're listening for giving you such a blessing. He was kind, much kinder than any other man had been. he treated you with respect and even made sure you were taken care of in the bedroom.

something that still irked you about him was that you couldn't tell if he genuinely liked you. sure his actions were kind but he never really spoke to you. seven hells he never even kisses you.

he was a very strange man but you grew to love him all the same. it had been a couple months since the two of you had been married and were still unable to conceive.

aemond shook his head and alicent sighed, rubbing her temples before turning back to you. you would normally apologize but today you feel so embarrassed about it.

"you're dismissing dear."

you stand and silently make your way towards the door and exit. this was humiliating, what was wrong with you? why couldn't you just do this one thing? you didn't look at aemonds expression and you didn't want to, expecting to see disappointment and anger.

you didn't even notice you had left your notebook in alicents room, you had to go fetch you. as much as you didn't want to go back in there you needed to get your notebook so you quickly turn around to go get it.

once you reach the door you lift your hand to knock but freeze at the conversation inside.

"it has been months aemond! aegon and heleana had there children swiftly after marriage yet this one is not happening." there is silence and alicent sigh in anger at aemonds quietness.

"maybe its time we consider other options aemond. shes clearly not producing any heirs and the royal line must continue."

You stumble back with tears in your eyes. No you couldn't lose aemond. you gulp, why? why were you so useless that you couldnt do this one thing? his silence is everything. you rush away quickly to your room., ignore the odd stares from the maids.

you hide yourself under the covers of your bed and allow yourself to cry.

The day passes and the sun sets while you rot in bed. the door opens and your eyes shoot open. hes too early. its much too early in the day despite it being night for him to be returning now.

you pray he doesn't come over to you. you can hear his footsteps suddenly pause for a moment and you hold your breath. he lets out a sigh and his footsteps move closer to you.

youre frozen. he suddenly rips the sheet off of you and you shriek, burying your head into the pillow. "my lady..." his words are soft, in a pleading tone which tugs at your heart.

"my prince." you mumble into the pillow, not wanting to face him. he sighs once more and places a hand on your back.

"are you feeling well? you did not attend dinner." ah dinner was it really that late? you two always had dinner together. he must have come looking once you didnt show.

"im sorry my prince, i lost track of time."

he notes you dont answer his question, "my lady, if something is bothering you please tell me."

your eyes well up with tears again, why did he have to be so sweet? you suddenly sit up, a sudden rush of emotions floods you.

"please do not find another lady."

he gives you a bewildered look, "whatever are you talking about my lady."

you looks down as the tears begin to flow heavily, "im sorry i haven't conceived yet. please just allow me to try again, i can i promise please do not find somebody else to do it."

You let out a sob as you finish, you loved him so much you did not want him to go looking for someone else.

he places a hand on you chin and forces you to look up at him.

"i would never do such a think. i do not know where you got such an absurd idea from but it shall never happen, you are my wife. i am with you till death do us part."

you sniffle, "but the queen had suggested-"

he lets out a sigh and shakes his head, "is that what this is about?" you quickly shut up and sighs again.

"she had suggested it when you had left yes. but i had told her no. you are my wife."

"but what if i am unable to-"

"it does not matter."

"but the queen..."

he looks you in the eyes and you feel yourself melt in the warmth. "there is nobody else other than you. and there shall never be."

he kisses you. it had been the first time since your wedding he had kisses you and you never felt happier.

once he pulled away he rested his forehead onto yours. "it shall always be you."

he pulls away and gives you a smile, "plus it has only been a few months since he have married, there are still plenty more opportunities for you to get pregnant."

safe to say, it wasnt long since after the doctors confirmed you were indeed pregnant.

[toxic3mmy]

[guys im so sorry if this sucks! ik a lot of you wanted a pt 2 so here it is. even if it sucks, it’s got smut so hopefully it’ll make up for it hehehe]

prompt: you and alex hate each other but one night of your sleep talking changes everything (continued)

warning: smut

part two

you weren’t sure if you wanted to be honest and just talk to alex about your dream last night. the thing is, this wasn’t the first time this happened and you felt too embarrassed to admit that you’ve been fantasizing about him for months now.

a loud whistle quickly dissipated the millions of thoughts running through your mind. you look over and see rubius smiling and waving at the two of you with the rest of the gang.

“what do you guys think about taking a break from the beach and going out for a bit? i heard there’s an event going on kinda like a carnival and also a bonfire. what do you all think?”

everyone agreed happily and gathered their things to get back to the hotel.

you looked over at alex and saw him already staring at you. he quickly looked away and made himself look busy.

everyone decided on picking up some street tacos on the way to the hotel since y’all had eaten hours earlier and it was almost nighttime.

the group headed to their hotel rooms where some showered and got ready for a night out while others took naps.

you were nervous about alex bringing up the whole dream thing again so you practically ran to the room and hopped in the shower. this time, your shower was quick as you wanted to eat and nap after being in the sun for so many hours.

you saw that alex was also eating and watching tv.

you began to multitask between eating and applying a little bit of makeup so that you didn’t have to rush when you woke up.

the two of you ate in silence and soon alex got up to shower.

you finished off your food and decided to dim the lights for your nap. it took you a few minutes to fall asleep but once you did, you fell into a deep slumber.

alex also decided he wanted to nap and so he got into bed next to you after his shower.

“y/n? are you awake?” he asked quietly

no answer

alex sighed and leaned over to kiss your forehead as lightly as possible. and with that, you both were asleep.

______

the air was filled with children laughing, spanish music, and the sound of roller coaster rides. there were so many decorations and pretty lights all around you.

you smiled as you looked around and took in the moment. your friends were people you loved and were so eternally grateful for.

“guys! over here!” tina smiled and waved us over

we played a bunch of games together and it got super competitive at some point. then we kinda paired off and rode some rides.

you got on a few with tina and it was overall just so much fun.

before heading to the bonfire, we all decided to get on the ferris wheel. we lined up and everyone gave each other strange glances, almost giggling to each other.

“next!”

you sat down and one of them shoved alex up and you realized that they planned this. you sigh annoyed but let him sit next to you anyways.

alex was also not so happy about being stuck with you on such a slow and romantic ride.

it was quiet for the first few minutes and you blurted out what had been weighing on you for a long time.

“why do you hate me?”

“um.. what?” alex said a bit dumbfounded

“i just want to understand what made you hate me… i mean, when we first met i was nice to you and you were immediately cold towards me. ever since then i just returned that energy but, why? what made you so hateful towards me?”

“y/n, i—”

“please alex… just tell me and i promise i won’t bother you ever again. i just really need to know” you looked down at my hands in my lap

“it’s pretty obvious y/n” alex said in an annoyed, almost angry tone

“well then maybe i’m just blind… please?” you beg, your eyes tearing up a bit, your heart feeling heavy as you knew your friends really just wanted you two to get along, i mean that was obvious

“let’s just say… my reasons are personal, okay?!” he raised his voice at you

you choked out a little sob as it was all so overwhelming

“i want t-to get off this r-ride!” you sniffled and tried desperately to hold in your cries

“hey, hey i’m sorry.. y/n i really am sorry. please don’t cry” he held your face gently in his hands and you looked into his eyes, tears streaming down your face

“okay, the truth is… i never liked you because well i didn’t want you to know that i actually have um feelings for you… you’re way out of my league and you never look at me in that way yet you flirt with legit any guy you meet! i mean, cmon, am i not enough?!”

you began to sob once again, using your hands to cover your face. suddenly, alex leaned forward and hugged you.

it took you a few seconds but you hugged him back tightly and continued to cry

“shh, im sorry. its just a touchy subject for me. ive never been one of those guys who had girls flocking to them… if anything i always chase girls but i always feel like im not enough..”

you look up at him and wipe your tears. you nod, listening to what he’s saying. just as you were about to reply, the ride stopped.

“come on, let’s talk some more about this at the beach bonfire” you get off first and offer him a hand to get off

you held one anothers hands until alex awkwardly let go. the two of you walked in silence as you tried to come up with a response to his insecurities.

“i think you’re enough, alex… i honestly think you’re more than enough for anyone.”

“really?” he looked at you with hopeful eyes

“really. and um… about last night… i was having some uh inappropriate dreams of y-you and im really sorry if it made you uncomfortable, i totally understand” you ramble and see alex smile softly

“i know.. you said my name… what exactly were we doing in your dream?” he teased you, still smiling

“i was uh.. y-you were… i don’t know, okay?!” you huffed feeling a bit nervous

“i need a shot if we really are going to get into this” you said, sighing a bit

alex agreed and the two of you took one shot together, then two, and then three.

you felt really warm inside and almost giddy at your confession that you had cooking up in your head

“we had sex!” you practically yelled and the people around you turned to look at you. all you could do was smile sheepishly

“come on, let’s talk over here” alex said as he took you by the hand and lead you to a more secluded and darker area on the beach

“sorry about that.. im a bit nervous” you laughed uncomfortably

“it’s okay.. i already knew what we were doing in your dream. i just wanted you to admit it” he smirked and you couldn’t help but gasp and smack his arm

“you’re embarrassing me on purpose, you ass!”

alex leaned forward and pushed you against a nearby tree

“if you want.. i can admit something so that you’re not the only one feeling embarrassed”

“okay..?” you asked, curious about what he was going to say

“you were moaning my fucking name in your sleep last night y/n.. you don’t know how badly i wanted you to wake up with my tongue buried deep inside you.. you’re such a fucking tease” he said as he looked into your eyes and you almost moaned at his words

“you… i… what?” your jaw dropped at his colorful words, you immediately felt heat rush to your lower half

“y/n, i never really hated you. i hated that i couldn’t be with you. and my god you just love to be a tease. you always wear such tiny revealing clothes. do you do that for yourself or for me? tell me y/n, how often do you have dreams of me fucking you, hmm sweetheart?” he chuckled in your ear huskily

“i always dream of you fucking me senseless alex.. i hate the shit out of you but i guess my pussy doesn’t, she’s so wet for you right now.. can i show you?” you didnt even bother waiting for his response as you grabbed his hand and slipped it underneath your dress, moving your panties aside as you guided his fingers between your wet folds

“jesus fucking christ… you really are wet..” alex groaned as he moved his fingers closer to your entrance, teasing your quivering hole gently before quickly plunging in two fingers

you moaned incredibly loudly at the feeling of him inside of you and immediately, alex used his other hand to cover your mouth. he looked around and saw that a few people looked around curiously. finding it amusing, he laughed.

you inhale his scent before kissing him gently.

the two of you kissed for practically ten whole minutes without stopping.

you then start to suck on the skin beneath his ear and lower on his neck

“mmm, que rica mami” he whined as you continued to lick and bite his skin

“fuck.. we can’t do this here you fucking slut, let’s go” he grabbed your hand harshly, leading you to your friends

“hey guys, y/n had a bit too much too drink and i think i’m going to take her to the hotel before she passes out here. see you all tomorrow!” alex said hurriedly and rushed you away from the beach

the two of you said nothing as alex pulled you to the hotel as fast as he could

the second you made it to your room, alex locked the door and pulled off your soaked underwear. he walked you back and onto the bed as he said,

“you’re such a tease y/n. i uh.. i know we just made up and we barely talked about liking each other but is it okay if i uh made love to you?”

you nodded and smiled at how cute he was for asking you

alex then pushed you back and crawled over you

immediately, he spread your legs and licked your wetness with groans of pleasure

your eyes rolled back as he slipped two fingers inside of you, curling into the perfect spot. he drew patterns on your throbbing clit with his tongue.

“oh fuck, yes give it to me please!” you screamed out as he curled his fingers so so deep inside of you

your hands pulled on his hair as he ate your pussy like a starved man

“alexis… oh alex, you feel so good!”

you were grinding deliciously onto his fingers and tongue. he sped up his pace and you saw stars as you climax with a loud scream of his name. alex smiled into your pussy as he slowed down and soon stopped altogether. he pulled away and got up as you caught your breath.

“be back” he said quietly

you couldn’t help but slip your hand into your panties and touch yourself at the thought of alex who was about to fuck you.

“oh fuck.. mmmf” you whimpered as the wet sounds of your fingers rubbing your pussy filled the room

alex went to retrieve a towel and a condom from his things.

“here hermosa, let me clean you—”

you were completely naked and touching yourself.

it would be a lie to say that alex didn’t spring a hard on from the sight of you and the words you were saying.

“god y/n, you’re such a needy little girl aren’t you? here sweet girl, put this on me so i can fuck you senseless” alex handed you the condom as he laid down on the bed

you threw the condom to the floor and tugged off his pants and climbed on top of him. you placed the tip of his cock at your entrance, enjoying the sting of his size.

alex was whimpering loudly. you bottomed out and it felt like nothing you’d ever felt before. you steadied yourself with your hands on his chest and knees to the bed as you began to move.

alex gasped as you did so, watching the way your breasts moved with every move you made.

“you’re so so tight.. ugh so fucking good mami” he groaned as his hips jerked up into you

you bounced on him at a quicker pace and moaned loudly, not being able to contain yourself. you started to slow when your knees started getting tired. alex grabbed your ass and held you as he started to thrust into you like his life depended on it.

“alex… you’re so so big… please stretch my pussy” you whined as his pace increased

one of his hands made his way to your clit and your pleasure intensified.

“right there! don’t you fucking stop!” you panted and moaned sinfully

“cum for me y/n, be a good girl” alex demanded

“im so close… ugh! breed me daddy! i want to feel your cum dripping out of me, please!” you practically screamed

“oh i’ll breed you baby, i’ll fuck my cum into your sweet tight pussy” alex panted

your pussy tightened around him and he sped up as you came with lewd words spilling from your mouth

a few more thrusts and his warm seed filled up your tired cunt

you tiredly got off of him and laid down next to him

“what do we tell the others?” you asked breathlessly

alex simply laughed

“we don’t have to worry about that just yet. for now, i just really want to fuck you again, if that’s okay i mean” alex said a little nervously to which you laughed at

“oh shut up, this time you do the work my knees are fucking killing me” you said

“okay sweetheart, you just lie back and let me do all the work” he said sweetly as he crawled below you and kissed up your thighs

let’s just say, your friends definitely heard you guys make up all night long.

[squishysoftmonsters]

Triggers : Sexual Content/Themes [Mature +18 Minors/Ageless DNI]

💚TD Master Post💚

💚Stranger as it can get! 💚

You were still asleep with the alien,in the spoon position,his rainbow penis still inside. Homesick,as traveling to another planet on your own is scary,but finding this cat boy was a blessing,in a weird way. You slowly awoke,trying not wake your friend.

Looking out the window while rubbing your eyes,the said creature producing this sound to signify morning on this planet,a rooster with bulging eyes. It's wake up sound was the combined screech of a chimpanzee and hooting owl.

You : [groggily] What the..

Alien : [yawning] Just a few more minutes..

You : That creepy chimpanzee owl is staring at me! Shoo!

However,the strange rooster continued to stare as you covered yourself,finally walking away once you tied the robe. Gently you roused your alien friend as he further curled into the quilt you both shared.

You : You have to wake. I don't know my way around here.

Alien : [groans] Okay.

He removed the covers and sat up,his john unsheathed now yellow and hard. Your eyes unknowingly drifting to it,feeling your face flush.

Alien : [groans]Yeah..Waking up hard is daily for me..

You chortled

You : [chortles]Put that thing away.

Alien : [dramatically] The cup monsters have sapped my penis powers..And only a kiss could restore it. Is there anyone willing?

He played dead and you laughed at him as he opened an eye to see if you'd budge. You knelt down,putting it against your face.

You : Just once.

You began massaging it.

Alien : I said a kiss! Wait!

Out of fear he tucked it back in.

You : [laughing] I knew I could make you put it away.

Alien : You see,the thing about my kind is when we nut..Its run over a full mayonaise bottle mess.

You : Can you show me?

You bit your lip and began tracing his genital slit and sticking your tongue inside to stimulate him,hoping he'd unsheath it again.

Alien : [nervously]Pretty sure there's a mini game or ride that lets us jizz for prizes. I mean,this IS Horny Disneyland. Anything is possible.

The Alien went to go shower,for another day of Otherworldly Disneyland's rides and attractions. He was whistling Dies Irae while showering,you leaning by the door enjoying how perfectly it came out from his lips.

You joined him in the shower of course.

Alien : [purrs]Look who came in to join me,someone very dirty. Come here. [growls]

His sudsy body against yours,he began to wash you from behind,massaging your body with the honey smelling soap while kissing your neck. A brief huff came from your lips his endowment slithering into you,gentle rocks following after,and a gasp feeling the tenderness of his fingers and hands over your chest.

The thought of "Im having sex with an oversized cat" stood fast in the walls of your mind,the deeper he went. Even though you barely knew him,you liked being with him

His purrs rippled through your neck as your bodies now mushed against the shower wall. You became crosseyed in between drooling and huffing once he picked up the pace on his rocks,tapping your insides perfectly,body trembling and shivering in delight.

Walking around naked was normal and getting hard rawed into the afterlife by intergalactic cats at any time was also normal. So you'd probably tell your parents you're moving out when you return to Earth.

Forget time to wake up for school. Time to wake and get pounded. Nothing like getting your holes pumped on the kitchen floor and running with extraterrestrial jizz in the morning. You moan,gasp and scream for more as the rocks became thrusts,thrusts making you weak,slowly falling onto the anti slip mat bent over..

Alien : [purring] Do you like it?

You : [breathlessly] Yes..

It was like the heavens opened up and the gods above came to take you away,feeling two other penises fit inside your waiting gape. Bent over doggy style,you didnt want this moment to end.

In the haze,your friend had two tails,these two tails deep inside,pleasuring you to the brink of no return. Feeling like a keg ready to blow at the climax of happiness,You cried aloud in orgasm,he behind yours. Through the vent you heard a woman doing just about the same. Apparently rubbing one out in the hotel bathrooms was normal here too. You panted and gasped,exhausted as bioluminescent jizz ran down your back.

Awhile after a good rest..A normal shower began. Both washed,teeth brushed,robed and ready for more of Twisted Disneyland's offers.

You : What was..[blushes]

Alien : Uh yeah..that. Let's leave that alone.

You : But..

Alien : [clears throat]

You : We should uh

The lady who had an intimate session walked past you and your friend. Both you and the Alien now outside..

Alien : There HAS to be a jizz for prizes ride.

You nudged your friend.

You : Is that pineapple the mini game?

Alien : That's not exactly a pineapple..With a name like The Mandingo Shake Shack I'm sure that's the mini game.

You both took quite a walk to the huge questionable pineapple structure. Your friend could'nt translate the instructions for you as he was laughing so hard.

You : [chortling] What's so funny?

Alien : [catching his breath] The instructions says,how big of a dick shake can you serve to these lucky men and women given 20 minutes?

You : [laughter] What?!

Alien : [laughing]This is the jizz game I was talking about earlier.

You felt yourself blush.

You : Oh my god... I can try..

You both went in,and the coordinator of the game was speaking..

Coordinator : The aim of this mini game is to simply serve your shake to our taste testers. They're snipped and tied,so no pregnancies.. You're rewarded based on how you taste.

The woman who had a moment was well endowed,and she blew a kiss at you. Several other competitors had joined.

And the contest began after you removed your robes. Your friend fainted after 10. The female competitor fell down after 13. Others fell after 6. You managed 8,but the last one missed the cup and slathered the testers. There were murmurs among the judges..

They were tasting.. The female alien got a 9.5. Your friend a 9,and were still debating on the taste of yours. You got a 10 as the best tasting.

You : Me? [blushes]

Coordinator : You're the winner! Now pick your prize.

The prizes were the weird animals that you saw upon entering the planet. You chose the three headed rattlesnake with 3 sets of eyes on each head while everyone clapped and cheered for you as you hugged your prize. You both washed up and put your robes back on.

You : [giggles] Weird but fun.

Alien : Whacking it off to fine judges..yes.

You giggled in the crook of his neck

Alien : You're gonna get some really out of the ordinary games and rides here..believe me.

You : What's the next ride?

You hid your face in your friend's neck,hearing orgasms and messy squelches.

You : [muffled]It has something to do with genitals doesnt it..

Alien : ..The Thumper. Dear god,they sure like stretching people out..The rules are,how long can you ride or hump one before you nut..

You started laughing.

You : [giggles] Excuse you??

Alien : [chortles] Look.

The ride was exactly that...So how long can one go?Without nutting?

How long can you exactly go?

[gorgonwrites]

bound to you, part 3

diluc x fem!reader

wc: 1, 844

author's note: im really edging all of us with this rn goddamn

cw: fem!reader, 18+, no *actual* smut in this chapter but smut from last part is mentioned, MDNI!!!, mentions of anxiety, reader is DEF hiding her feelings, diluc is a soft man because i say so. cheesy "where is my wife" mentioned bc i live for that shit

Did you really leave your door open? You frowned, sitting up in your bed. You were almost positive you closed it, but you had been so needy earlier that your memory felt blurry. You were quiet, though, and no one had a room near your chambers. You fell back onto your pillows, looking out your window at the night sky. Did you really just come undone on your fingers, singing praises to your absent husband? The thought annoyed you, reminding yourself that Diluc pulled away from your touch just this afternoon. You rolled your eyes at the thought and turned away from your window. You considered whether or not you really wanted to know more about your husband, or if your lust earlier had completely clouded your mind. It was definitely lust, nothing more you reasoned. As you kept going over the afternoon’s events, you slowly drifted to sleep in hopes of coming to a better conclusion tomorrow. 

“What do you mean he left this morning? I thought he was finished with business for the season?” you were interrogating Adelinde while you ate your breakfast. Diluc had left the winery and no one knew when he would return. 

“Like I said my Lady, sometimes Diluc has to go away for weeks on end. It can be sudden, but we get along just fine. Don’t worry too much, okay?” you stared at her and finally let out a huff. 

“He said he would spend time with me,” you grumbled, “Not that I care. He can’t stand being near me anyways.” you quickly added after seeing Adelinde’s satisfied smirk as you pouted over your husband’s absence. As she began to clear your dishes from the table, you crossed your arms over your chest. How long would he be away this time? 

After a few days of following Adelinde around begging her to give you anything to do, you finally gave up. Your restlessness knew no end, and you were close to leaving the manor to travel back to Fontaine just to have something to do. As you began to actually consider that thought, there was a loud knock on the manor’s front door. You excitedly bolted to the entrance of the manor, ready to give your husband a piece of your mind. You ran past several maids who were also making their way down to the parlor to greet their unannounced guest. You arrived at the door out of breath, and stood for a moment to compose yourself and smooth your hair before you opened it. To your dismay, it wasn’t your husband on the other side. A young woman with ears and two tails stood in front of you with a package. 

“Lady y/n? Kirara. I have a delivery here for you from Liyue!” you stared at her, dumbstruck. You didn’t know anyone from Liyue. Confused, you remained silent. Kirara furrowed her brows, checking her delivery address again. 

“Lady y/n. That’s you, right? This is the Ragnvindr residence?” 

“Ah, yes it is, I apologize for my behavior. I’ll take that.” You gently took the package from her hands, and smiled as the young woman ran off to continue her delivery route. You looked at the name on the package. Lady y/n Ragnvindr. It still felt strange seeing your husband's last name after your own. Feeling the maid’s eyes on you in the parlor, you excused yourself to your chambers where you could open the box privately. 

You sat on your bed with the package in your lap, carefully snipping the strings that held it shut. You opened it and found beautiful red packaging paper inside with a small note on top. It read:

I have heard that this is the best paint in all of Teyvat, hand crafted by an Adeptus here in Liyue. Use them to your heart’s content.

-D

It couldn’t be. You continued to unwrap your gift, only to discover an assortment of paint that you had only ever dreamed of. It was indeed handcrafted by a reclusive Adeptus from Liyue, and it was incredibly expensive. Considering all of the colors your husband purchased for you, it meant he had given up a hefty sum for them. Your breath hitched in your chest, and you brought the note to your lips. What would you paint? You briefly thought about repainting Diluc’s portrait but you were quickly engulfed by embarrassment just at the thought. What about the Winery? And the vineyard! They were two things that were incredibly important to your husband. You bolted upright and immediately began gathering your things to set up an easel and canvas outside for the perfect view. 

After Adelinde helped you set up your easel on a hill across from the Winery, you quickly got to work. The paints were so smooth and so pigmented you wanted to jump from the excitement. You spent hours that afternoon painting, your mind drifting off peacefully as you worked. Each day you woke up, ate breakfast, and spent hours on that hill trying to capture your home on the canvas perfectly. After a week, you felt you were close to being finished. You just needed a hint of azure blue to finish the sky. You turned too quickly and knocked your paints and brushes all over the ground. With a huff, you crouched to clean up your mess. 

Diluc was relieved to be home. He was only gone for a week and a half this time, but he was exhausted. Adelinde greeted him in the parlor, delegating tasks to the maids so he didn’t have to lift a finger as soon as he walked inside. He sighed with relief. 

“Thank you, Addy. I’m happy to be home.” Adelinde tsked at the old nickname, but she greeted Diluc with a smile.

“Welcome home, Master Diluc. Would you like to change into something more comfortable?” He did, actually, and he wanted to find you as well to apologize for his abrupt absence. While he had been almost too worn out to venture out to Liyue to tie up some loose ends on wine deliveries to Sumeru, he was grateful for the distance after accidentally stumbling upon you touching yourself as his name fell from your lips. 

Damn it, he thought. Of course he was rock hard as soon as the memory flared in his mind. He changed slowly, to let himself regain his composure before he started searching the manor for you. He first went to your chambers, prepared to be more careful than last time. Your door was ajar, though, and he stepped inside only to be greeted by the quiet breeze blowing in from your window. He slowly explored the room, trying to control his urge to pry. He did, however, notice a note at your bedside. It was the handwritten note he sent with your paints. Seeing it set out made him smile, his anxiety being replaced with a warmth blooming in his chest. He moved on, searching the main rooms and even the kitchen in the manor. His anxiety crept back into its permanent home in his chest, and he quickened his pace. He became increasingly stressed after each room, realizing there was no sign of you anywhere. Diluc found Adelinde again in the parlor, agitated.

“Where is my wife?” it sounded more aggressive than he intended, but he was beginning to tire from your continued pushing of his boundaries. He’d give you anything Teyvat had to offer, if only you’d ask. He simply wanted you to stay within the safety his manor provided while he was away. 

“Your wife is outside working, Master Diluc.” Adelinde’s usual playful tone was absent from her voice. Diluc rubbed his palms over his face, ready to crack. This was another boundary you continued to push. He appreciated the enthusiasm you displayed, truly he did. He knew his employees adored it about you as well, but as the Master and last remaining heir of the Ragnvindr clan, he felt there were expectations he needed to meet. One of them being his wife not working tirelessly out in the vineyards. Normally Diluc could care less for expectations but with the Lords of Fontaine breathing down his neck, he became increasingly aware that he sometimes needed to play by the rules. He took a slow breath, and thanked Adelinde before heading out to find you. 

You finished cleaning up the last of your brushes, carefully picking out each strand of grass that was entangled in the bristles. Satisfied with your work, you turned around and slammed right into your husband's broad chest. You look up, only to see his amused face looking back at you. He seemed relieved about something. You push away from him, trying to create some distance between you. He reaches out and swipes a smear of green paint from your sunburned cheeks. 

“Beautiful.” he whispers, his touch lingering. You see the crinkles around his eyes form and you chance a quick look at his lips. 

“The painting, of course.” Diluc grins as your expression sours. You could only grumble wordlessly in response. You turned away, hoping to put the final touches on your painting in peace. Your husband didn’t leave, though, and you became increasingly fidgety under his watchful gaze. 

“I don’t think I meant to paint for an audience when I came out here.” you were doing everything you could to stifle the joy you felt knowing Diluc was home. The manor felt emptier than usual when he was gone this time but you’d never admit that. You began to consider backing out of your plan of giving this painting to him- it felt too personal. Though you did consider the paints he bought you to be a very personal gift, even if he had no idea that you’d always wanted them. 

“You’ve been putting them to good use, I see.” he sounded proud of himself. 

“Yes, I have.” you turned and met his gaze, “Thank you, so much. I actually painted this… for you.” You felt a flush rising to your cheeks and you hoped your face was pink enough to disguise it. He tilted his head, and glanced between you and the painting. You continued,

“I know they cost a fortune. You shouldn’t have.” 

“It's the least I could do for you, after leaving so quickly. I wanted to apologize for my absence.” That was a first. Usually Diluc came and left the winery without a word. Up until recently you both had avoided each other easily, unconcerned with unnecessary chatter. 

“Oh, I- please don’t apologize. I understand how busy you are, there’s no need to dwell on it.” you began to turn away again, but Diluc caught your hand in one of his own. This time it was you that recoiled from the sudden touch, surprised that he’d reach out to you so casually. Your gazes locked, and you could feel your steeled resolve melting by the second. 

“Master Dil- ah… Diluc. Would you like to paint with me this afternoon? 

[aritamargarita]

Hey bestie, it’s been a while!! I hope your well💗 I saw requests were open and this idea came to me after watching some old segments. Could you do a love triangle between reader, trish stratus, and Jeff Hardy?☺️

hey bestieee im doing well!!! it's been a while indeed :). hope you're doing well too! so sorry this took a while! BUT THIS REQUEST...i can't explain how good this sounds LMAO I WAS LIKE “AHHHH—“...i may have gotten a little out of hand with the sadness on this one? i also kinda based it off this chart , with jeff as A, reader as B, trish as C. reader’s feelings for trish are conflicting and she kinda doesn’t think they’re real, therefore this is very jeff centered. and also kayfabe compliant lol

you guys can have an imagine..as a treat :3 alexa, pls set the tone for us *lights dim dramatically*

YOU FELT SUFFOCATED whenever they were around. You hate Jeff. You hate Trish. You hate both of them. You hate how close they are and you wish they could never see each other again....but sometimes wishes can’t be granted.

"Trish Stratus..she's just horrible, isn't she?"

Victoria’s voice comes from behind you. She sets a neatly manicured hand onto your right shoulder and leans into your ear. “I mean, just look at them.”

You didn’t want to look and she realizes this. Her hand reaches over to grab your face to forcefully turn it in their direction.

They’re standing there, holding hands and talking to each other with the biggest smiles in the world.

“Doesn’t it just make you sick? They’re rubbing it in your face, [Name].” Victoria says. “If I were you, I’d take that pretty little face….and smash it right against the mat.”

You sigh.

Her words were clearly fueled by hate. This wasn’t advice, this was just because she hated Trish. You don’t think you’ll ever get the reason as to why. Even when you accidentally walked in on one of her meltdowns and she babbled to you about how horrible she was, you were still at a loss.

“Just because you have a vendetta against her doesn’t mean that I do. She’s my—“

“We can see it in your eyes!” Stevie Richards appears from out nowhere, startling you. You’re trying to do your makeup, goddamn it. Why’d they have to come and bother you?

You whip your head around to your right. Stevie’s staring at you with nothing but a grin. He sets his hand on your left shoulder and shakes it lightly.

“C’mon. Everyone, and I mean everyone, knows you have a thing for that Hardy guy! Flower is right. I’m sure they make you sick!

Tch. Yeah, right. The only thing that everyone knows is that him and Trish were madly in love all of a sudden. And now that you think about it, the only thing that makes you sick was Stevie always calling Victoria that cheesy nickname.

“Hardy boy,” You correct. “And I don’t have a thing for him.”

You can see the reflection of the other two in the mirror. They’re not very convinced.

It’s not a thing. It never was a thing, you just think Jeff is pretty neat.

To put it in perspective, Jeff Hardy is someone you can rely on. Jeff Hardy is someone you can consider a hero. You really just think he’s neat for saving your neck a few times when it came to people ganging up on you.

And somehow, you feel like you owe him something in return. Him being with Trish only stalled your returning favor even further.

It’s driving you crazy. You haven’t talked to Jeff in days. All you do is avoid him. In other words, you’ve quit him, gone cold turkey.

Those two were getting closer and closer day by day and you just didn’t understand why.

Trish was your friend, best friend, and hadn’t even told you what was going on. The moment you heard the she kissed him right in the middle of the ring had made you really confused, to say the least.

Somehow, you felt yourself harboring some feelings for her as well. It was strange. You don’t really know why, but when Trish had started to tag with you, save you, (stating that she didn't want to see her friend in trouble), and hung around with you backstage, you started to think about her more often.

Things are difficult with her around. Things are difficult with the both of them around.

It’s the reason why you stopped talking to him and limited your interactions with her. This was for your own sanity, even if it wasn’t working out so well.

It truly is hard to believe you could find yourself in this situation.

Lita would constantly tell you how much Jeff missed you. For someone who was supposed to be “resting“and “healing up” because of her injury, she sure was hanging out backstage a lot more lately.

What makes matters worse is that her and Trish were best friends as well, so you’d occasionally hear her pass along messages. Ugh, you really wish she would stop telling you these things. It only makes you feel worse.

“I think you’re lying, [Name].” Victoria outright says. “You like him, no, love him. And seeing that plastic, fake, no good…” She has to stop herself from getting too wound up, taking a breath. “Seeing her makes you angry, doesn’t it?”

She’s right. You hate that she’s right. It does make you angry, but it makes you more sad than anything. You won’t admit it. You refuse.

“What makes me angry is the both of you trying to wind me up.” You throw your lip gloss to the ground. “Let me clarify. I do not and never will have a thing for Jeff Hardy!”

Perhaps your voice was louder than anticipated because suddenly, the hallway had gotten quiet. You had attracted unwanted attention, including looks from Trish and Jeff.

You take a deep breath. Victoria didn’t even know the whole story, so there’s no reason for you to act like this. As long as she hasn’t caught on about your thoughts about Trish, everything is fine and dandy.

Victoria only lets out a cackle, as does Stevie. They just couldn’t help it! The look on your face was just hilarious and you couldn’t have been anymore obvious with your true intentions about him.

Though you want to ask them what the hell was so funny, you realize there’s nothing you can do to save face, so you just storm off. You don’t think you can ever show your face backstage again after that.

The sound of footsteps behind you cause you to stop. “If the both of you are following me, I swear to god, I’ll—“

“It’s neither.” It’s Trish, all dressed up in her red ring gear. Her and Jeff were both dressed up, actually. “Were they bothering you? I can deal with them if you need.”

You wave your hand. “No, it’s no big deal.” In response, she gives you a smile, one that genuinely makes you feel sick.

There’s suddenly a strange tension in the room as Trish lifts up her hand to bite on her index fingernail. There are little details that you feel like you hadn’t noticed about her before in that moment, irrelevant as it was.

The way she curled her hair was different. Maybe it was the amount of lipgloss she applied, which seemed significantly noticeable.

The look on her face gives you the impression she’s not nervous at all, if anything, she seems a bit gleeful. “…So,” You feel like you already know what’s coming as she speaks up. “…I didn’t know you had a thing for Jeff…?”

There’s a teasing tone behind her voice, which makes you just want to quite literally leave the country and change your name. Dramatic, yes, but you feel like this is too much.

“Jeff is,” You have to pause for a minute, trying to phrase things carefully. “He’s cool. What brought you to that conclusion? I don’t have a thing for him..”

Trish probably couldn’t tell that you were in denial. “For one, your obvious yelling in the hallway. But if you say you don’t, I believe you.”

And speak of the devil, because he starts to come over to you two without a care in the world. He reaches out to hold Trish’s hand and you have to turn your attention anywhere but there.

“Hey, [Name].” Jeff greets. Honestly, he’s happy to see you. It’s been too long since you’ve spoken to him.

“Hi.” You come off bitter, but you do your best to mask any of it with a forced smile.

For some reason, Jeff feels like he’s over the moon, even if you had only greeted him. “How are you doing? Lita told me that you weren’t doing so well.“

“She’s not?” Trish turns over to look at you with a frown. “You aren’t? What’s wrong?”

Fucking Lita, again with this! This is exactly why you wish she’d just be quiet. You found yourself in a really awkward place because of her. “She’s wrong. I’m fine, like way fine.”

Jeff nods. On another note, he smelt like so much paint. If you looked closely enough, it was almost like it was fresh. You point this out in attempt to shift the topic. “You painted yourself again, huh? The colors are nice,”

The compliment you had given him about the colors had made him feel as if he was getting somewhere.

“Yeah. Sooner or later, I’ve gotta paint something on you. Pick any color and I’ll do it. Wherever you want.” He says. “You’re the canvas.”

Trish smiles. “He’s really good at it. But he’s also really good at getting it all over me..” She giggles, looking down at her hand.

There was definitely chemistry and you feel like you don’t belong. It pains you. “Hey, I just noticed. Do you two have a match tonight or something?”

“We do!” Trish chimes. “It’s funny you say that. It’s against Victoria and Stevie Richards. Don’t worry, we’ll kick their butt for you. Speaking of which, I think we have to go to gorilla. Let's go, Jeff.”

“Have a good match.” You wave. They both thank you and leave you be, but you can see them talking on their own as they head down the corridor.

You’re alone with your thoughts once more, that is until a sickeningly sweet voice had made you groan.

“Oh sweet, sweet [Name].” Victoria coos, reaching over to caress your cheek. You swipe her hand away and she laughs. “I think that was so rude. The audacity of him, right? Just showing up with her like that in front of you.”

You just stare at her.

She continues on, knowing that she’s got you right where she wants. “Now that you know we have a match against them...come with us.”

It sounds more like a command than a request and she’s smiling all the while. “Having them lose would make them feel like they’ve lost everything."

Is that really true? No, is that what you really want? You're hesitant. “I don’t know, it seems a little—“

She quickly cuts you off. “You can trust me, [Name]. We’re friends.”

Friends. You’ve heard that word a lot lately. But you feel as if you had no other choice, you had to trust Victoria. So, you end up following her to gorilla in hopes of getting what you want.

When it was your turn, commentary referred to you as something akin to a lost puppy. You were clearly hesitating, taking painfully slow steps down the ramp.

Stevie has to rush back to grab you by the arm and pull you down the ramp a bit faster, which makes you yelp. “Ow, ow, ow! You’re grabbing me too tight—!” He pays no mind to your complaint, instead presenting you to the duo in the ring as if you were a trophy.

Trish and Jeff were confused. Really confused. Why were you out here with them? The two pass whispers amongst each other while Stevie joins Victoria in the ring.

You can’t look them in the eye, so you try and focus on Stevie as he’s the one to start the match with Jeff. As soon as they lock up, you let out a shrill for Stevie.

It almost makes Jeff break it up, so Stevie quickly takes advantage and stiffs him a bit. You lean your head onto the apron. It's going to be a long one..

So far, Victoria and Stevie weren’t doing too well. Trish and Jeff were completely dominating them and it makes you irritated. You want to help them out a bit. It’s Victoria and Trish in the ring while Jeff and Stevie were going at it outside.

Trish irish whips Victoria into the corner, and the latter brings up her knee to slam right into Trish’s face. As a rebound, Trish decides to hit the Stratusphere once Victoria starts to climb onto the top rope.

Alright, you can’t keep watching anymore. You absolutely have to interfere! Once she grabs her from off of the ground and starts heading towards the rope, you already know she’s about to do Stratusfaction.

In an attempt to stop her, you hop up onto the apron. The referee tries to stop you from getting in in the meanwhile. It’s clear that she hesitates coming towards your side, which gives Victoria enough time to try and reverse it into a Widow’s Peak.

Trish is able to maneuver her way back out of it though, much to your surprise. And instead of hesitating any further, she grabs Victoria by the back of her hair and uses you as leverage for her finisher. It hurt like hell once you hit the ground.

…Actually, you may have landed wrong. Almost immediately, a shot of pain had shot up your right leg, making you curl up and grab onto it. The crowd to let out a gasp.

‘[Name] falling off the apron, by god, that was a nasty fall!’ JR calls. ‘This may be bad news!’

On the other side of him, Jerry cries out. ‘Oh no! Come over here, [Name]! I’ll nurse it better!’

You don’t know what sucks more, the sound of the bell ringing along with Trish’s theme music or the fact you may have been injured. What if you’re taken off of TV? You feel like you’ll have to share your time off with Lita, who would probably drive you insane the entire time.

This is really bad. What starts to make it worse is that Stevie starts to stomp over to you. You can barely stand, which makes him yank you up harshly. He guided you over to the ring and pushed you in.

Now, you’ll have to answer to Victoria. As you try and use the ropes to get up, she stands over you, jabbing a finger in your face. “What the hell was that, [Name]?!”

“I was trying to help you!” It’s safe to say you’re afraid of Victoria right now. She's so unstable, you hated to be on her bad side. "I was!"

"We LOST!" She screams. "That bitch won! And it's all because of you! Guess what?! You're going to pay!"

Shit. Stevie grabs you and lifts you up, keeping you in a hold so that he’s got your arms hooked behind you. Victoria felt that she had no other choice but to punish you.

She reels her arm back in preparation. On instinct, you close your eyes.

…But nothing ever comes. You hear the crowd begin to cheer louder and you open your eyes to see that Trish had slid back into the ring and knocked her down. They move out of the ring, giving the other two enough space.

Of course, Jeff came back, easily maneuvering over to you and Stevie. He lets you go and you crash onto the ground, only able to watch them go at it.

Your leg was definitely busted. You can barely move! Luckily, the fight between the boys in the ring hadn’t last too long. Stevie rolls out of the ring to escape, while Jeff quickly comes over to you.

“Ya’ alright?”

"Besides my leg feeling like it's broken, sure, I'm alright." You sarcastically remark. He starts to walk and you try to hop along with him. “Dude, you’re going to have to slow down.”

“Sorry.” He quickly apologizes, slowing his speed so that you’re comfortable. You note that he’s not as harsh as Stevie was. He’s trying to guide you to the very edge of the ring.

…But he suddenly stops halfway before you get there. “What’re you doing?” You ask.

Jeff doesn’t reply.

Will he’ll regret this later? It didn’t matter. Before you can question him again, he reaches over to grab your face and brings you in for a quick kiss.

You don’t even know what to do. It was so fast, you didn’t even get the opportunity to decide whether you wanted to kiss back or not.

Perhaps it’s a random act of kindness. Maybe even an act of sympathy? You’re not even sure. You just look dumbfounded.

That’s the first time he’s ever done that. He goes back to helping you out of the ring without a word and you feel like it’s for the best.

Somehow, you have to fight the growing smile on your face, despite how much guilt may lie beneath.

Jeff Hardy is a strange individual, that’s for sure. But you know that he’ll always be a hero at the end of the day.

[ribbonsaikeaux]

Mirrored Faces

"Tell me, dear, have you ever thought about escaping this place?" The masked woman asked as she sat across from Emily and crossed her legs. She looked on expectantly, eagerly awaiting an answer, taking a moment to adjust her petticoats. Though her extravegant lilac dress with its shimmering silver forest embroidery was certainly eye catching, it was the mirrored mask that she wore that garnered the most attention.

It was there that Emilys' eyes were fixed. Seeing herself reflected across the womans' lips and nose was somewhat unsettling when trying to speak with her, but Emily felt compelled to answer.

"Of course I have. Theres nothing here for me anymore. I've outgrown this town and I'm starting to HATE the people in it." She froze a moment. She wasn't sure why she was so forthright with that information. After all, she'd literally just met this lady.

"I had a feeling you'd say that dear." The woman replied, a hint of a smile in her voice.

"You had that desperate air about you. It was... intriguing."

Emily looks taken aback at that comment, but laughs and smiles.

"Is it that obvious?" She asked, frowning.

The masked woman let out a soft chuckle.

"Only to those who know what theyre looking for dear." She says as she reaches across the table, gently brushing Emilys cheek. "And i must confess, this beautiful face of yours also caught my attention."

Emily froze, blushing despite herself. However, what trepidation she felt at this sudden advance quickly disappeared. For some reason this strange womans touch was incredibly calming

"Th-thank you..." she managed to stammer out.

"Oh, dear, thanks arent necessary. It is simply the truth. I mean, such lovely bone structure. Soft lips " The woman puntuates this by brushing Emilys lips "and such cute cheeks as well!" She exclaims, gently booping the young womans nose.

Emilys face rapidly went through several shades of red at the womans assesment, nodding in agreement, far too embaressed to speak at the moment.

The woman continued, folding black lace gloved hands on the table in front of her. "Oh my, I seem to have gotten a little carried away dear. Apologies." She chuckled. "Now, what if I were to tell you that I can get you away from here and you'd never have to worry about anything again?" She asks in a tone more serious than any she'd used thus far.

"I would be very excited, but also extremely skeptical." Emily responded, still confused as to why she was being so forthcoming with this strange woman.

The woman nodded, looking solemn, but Emily felt there may be a grin behind that mask. "Well, thats to be expected, dear. However, I promise you I can make it happen."

Emily raised an eyebrow, nodding slowly. "Yeah... and what would you want in return?"

The woman leanes in, once again playfully booping Emilys nose. "Oh come now. We can worry about payment later dear. This is your chance to stop living this pointless life and do something different. More fulfilling. Now I really must be going soon, I'm afraid I need an answer dear"

Emily contemplated the offer, eyes becoming distant as she thought. Hell, whatve I got to lose, her thoughts concluded.

"Alright. Im in. What do I need to do?"

The woman clapped excitedly. "Splendid! You let me worry about the details dear. First, though," she leans over the table "I want you to look into my eyes"

Emily rolled her eyes, a little annoyed, but decided to humor this woman. After all, shes her ticket out of here. So she also leaned forward, finding the womans eyes.

To her surprise the womans eyes were astounding! Purple with a grey starbust pattern and, strangely, a glowing gold spot in the center of her pupil.

"Theres a good dear. Just keep looking." The woman encouraged.

Emily nodded slowly, eyes never leaving those purple and grey orbs. Not even noticing that her own face had lined up perfectly with the mask. She blinked.

Staring back at her was her own face. Not a reflection. Her. Face. She frantically brought her hands up to her own head, only to be met with a feeling of a smooth and cold surface.

Emilys face grinned wickedly. "Why thank you dear! When I saw your face, I just KNEW I had to have it. Dont worry, I will still keep my end of the bargain. We will be leaving shortly, and you will never have to worry that pretty little head over anything ever again!" The woman laughs.

Emily tried to scream, but her voice caught in her throat, no sound escaping. Then she felt an icy chill move across her head. Reaching up she once again tries to scream, but to no avail. The mirrored glass was spreading across her head, encasing it. She looked around, panicing, only to find everyone else in the builing frozen in place. Unbeknownst to her, everyone had been like this since the woman sat down.

Slapping at her face and head, emily tried in vain to stop the spread, the cold having now fully encased her head. Her brain and throat began to burn with searing pain. Clutching her head, she thrashes as the chill travelled down her neck, a series of cracks could be heard as her skull and neck bones reset, becoming steel. For the first time she found she could make a sound, but to her horror, her ears were met them robotic glitchy static.

The new Emily sat there, grinning. Obviously enjoying the show, her eyes fixed intently on the changing form in front of her.

As the cold sensation spread to her shoulders, her skin took on a metalic sheen. More cracking and fragmented robotic screaming. Bones replaced with a steel skeleton. Veins replaced with wires. All sending agonizing, seemingly, unending pain through the former Emilys being. The scratchy electronic screaming never ceasing until the freezing spread to the bottoms of her feet.

Suddenly Emilys brain was on fire. The screaming continued as she pounded on her head. The pain to much to bear, but unable to pass out as her brain was morphed into complex circuitry. Memories fading. Thoughts diminishing. Self gone.

The new drone sat up straight, arms at its sides, staring blankly ahead.

The new Emily giggled and clapped excitedly. "Oh goodie! We simply must get you home and programmed!" She exclaimed as she stood. "Come now. We've a lot of work to do!"

The drone stood stiffly, arms still at its sides and followed its owner wordlessly. Outside on the street sat a limo. The driver opened the door for Lady Emily. It shared the same mirrored face as the newly made drone. Said drone was unaware of this as it silently climbed into the vehicle with its new owner.

Shortly, they were both on their way to their new lives.

[witchofthemidlands]

witchofthemidlands thoughts on “space babies”

me & my mum stayed up together to watch this when it dropped on the iplayer, it was a great experience & i think i've finally gathered myself enough to unleash ✨thoughts✨

✨ this is my personal opinion, media is subjective you might not agree with my opinions & that's just fine✨

the unexpected return of the “this is gallifrey” score near took me out. noises were made.

i kinda like the doctor info dumping about themselves, i know it's there for the ✨dramatics✨ but i always wish that the doctor would just straight up tell their companion about the fact that they can regenerate way before the event so they're aware & can prepare. thirteen is the only one of the new who doctors who have prepared their companions in advance.

i want fifteen's coat, his necklace & ruby's rings 😩

i still think the stepping on the butterfly segment, whilst it's there for a laugh, is connected to the myths coming to life because of the salt at the edge of the universe incident.

i love how the tardis is being a public menace & causing genuine damage as it lands 😂

the babies in the tanks reminded me of this one strange game me & my friend at uni used to play & he wanted a nightlight of. fifteen has so much energy & life, he's fantastic 🥹 absolutely fantastic. god i love him i love ncuti so much, we’ve had the back half of “the giggle”, “the church on ruby road” & less than ten minutes of “space babies” & ALREADY ncuti gatwa is up there with christopher, david & sylvester for me as the best doctors of all time.

THE END OF THE WORLD CALLBACKS 😭 it's brand new but the elements of that beautiful episode is still there for me & that makes me so happy because that’s one of my favourite whoniverse episodes of all time 🥹 in my top ten 🥹

i was not expecting to be crying over cgi talking babies in the early hours of morning but there you go 😭

it is definitely just a coincidence that the baby is called eric but every time i heard that name i kept thinking of my favourite ncuti gatwa character ✨eric effiong✨

CAPTAIN POPPY 😩🥹😭🥹😩 i wanted to hug her too & all of them. i'm admittedly not the most maternal person on the planet but i wanted to gather them all up & protect them with my life 😭

i completely respect it & i love that rtd has ignored the naysayers & is honouring chibnall's creations but i have never been a fan of the timeless child plot, i've tried i really have but i just still can't get my head around it & it just doesn't work for me but using it to make the point that everyone is unique & individual & that’s a good thing is a really lovely way of making it work, i love that message.

“no one like me exists & that’s true of everyone” not only is this really positive moment but it also reminds me of the conversation between eleven & merry in the rings of akhaten.

THAT'S NOT A DOGGO 😂 this sent me 😂

eric saying “i love you ruby” twice in the episode was such a mood, i love you ruby 🥰

“if things connect then you are connecting like crazy” it's giving the lead up to the doctordonna & i'm on ✨the fence✨

ALIEN RUBY?!? maybe one of the doctor's species or something we haven't come across before?

“ERIC INVOKING THE DEITY”

IM GOING TO FIND THE NAUGHTY DOGGO & TELL HIM OFF! 🥺

i genuinely thought we were getting an eaten baby in the first episode of the season & i were like 😬

CAPTAIN POPPY & THE SQUAD TO THE RESCUE WITH THE FLAME THROWER 🔥

love the return of characters getting slimed <3 it was one of my favourite new who era doctor who & the sarah jane adventures tropes.

i really wasn’t expecting the “sleep no more” style revelation when it came to the creature.

the alien vibes are real, nan-e | jocelyn is blowing it out of the goddam airlock.

i am going to ignore the fact that i'm getting doomsday vibes from the doctor trying to save snotè

ruby comforting jocelyn 🥺 it reminded me so much of the care rose, martha & donna would show anyone who needed comfort. i have really missed rtd companions.

i am not going to think about the howl sounding like the werewolf. i am ignoring it i will not be crackers about this one. it's just a creature noise.

they're being jet propelled to the planet by the power of shizzle i love this show 😂 & to any naysayer who thinks this is too ridiculous (i am looking directly at my father as i type this because he's been the biggest naysayer of doctor who in my real life) this the same writer who had the doctor say the line “do you mind not farting whilst i'm saving the world”

the doctor probably getting war flashbacks to father's day as ruby ran into that tardis. i love the growth, they’ve definitely learnt their lesson with that one, i love his honesty & how upfront they are straight off the bat. it's good for the both of them. the doctor won't become reaper chow & ruby won't make a mistake that has emotionally devastating effects on the universe & herself.

i have said this before & i will say it again, i love that with the return of rtd that we have the return of his theme of chosen family, that adoption & fostering is a lovely option, it can give hope, love & more & be fulfilling, fantastic & beautiful. ruby's relationship with her mum is so lovely to watch & i hope even if we do find where ruby came from that carla will always, always ALWAYS be her mum & with rtd's track record with the sarah jane adventures, i think that will be the case.

CHERRY SUNDAY 😊 as someone who used to care for an elderly relative, i love every single thing about her character & the family dynamics with her, i have never seen elderly care represented on any tv show i love before & it's happening on my favourite one 🥹

why is carla acting like my mum 😭 never mind a bloomin’ big spaceship just landed - what’s it done to my kitchen

“tell your mum not to slap me” oh he is feeling the combined forces of jackie-francine-sylvia’s slaps & is NOT taking any chances.

oh god i think i've seen this before & i didn't like the ending. i am getting the ganger plotline from the doctor suddenly going solemn & scanning ruby oh no 😭

FANTASTIC START TO THE NEW SERIES 🤩

[kingwu]

sharing a little thing that @worldly-diversity​​ (writing as Mako) and i (writing as wu) did back in 2020 through tumblr IMs so it’s pretty short and rough, but it ends up really cute.

it started off as like us jokingly talking about wu just being dumb and not knowing boundaries like of course wu would just straddle mako's lap because he's a dumbass and then we started to rp it out lol

"Would you stop it already?" Mako huffs softly. 

 "Stop what exactly?" Wu hummed. 

 "Just-" He groans annoyedly, trying to put at least some distance between them but failing. It's making the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end and he doesn't know what to do about it.

Wu huffed back and shook his head as he climbed off of Mako's lap and plopped next to him instead, crossing his arms. "You gotta learn how to use your words, Mako." He wasn't going to admit that he enjoyed the tension there, but he didn't really want to push it if the firebender was actually uncomfortable about it.

"Yeah? Well you use too many of them." He retorted mullishly, arms crossed. It's a weak blow, really, but there's this itch he doesn't know what to do with, and Wu wasn't helping, it's making him frustrated. It's not that he really minded though, the warmth of the young king on his lap surprising but not negative. But it did make him uncomfortable in his inability to understand what the hell was going on.

"Because I know how to use them!" he waved a matter-of-factly finger in the air. "How else am I supposed to hold the position of the Earth Throne if I didn't, hm?" But to Mako's point, he was still talking too much. After another huff, Wu glanced sideways at his companion, noticing he was still red in his cheeks. The royal peered up at his face as he placed a concerned hand on Mako's knee. "Sorry. You okay?" he asked, his tone softer this time.

The sudden touch jolted Mako from his internalized thoughts, to the point of loosening the arms that had until then been tightly crossed in front of his chest. "I- Yeah, I'm fine... Thanks." He felt a little bad for snapping at the prince now, the urge to make it better manifesting, though he has no idea how to go through with it.

As quick as a switch flip, Wu's mood changed and the smug expression he wore most of the time was back on his face. "Good. Like I said, worry and all that gives you premature wrinkles," he remarked, lightly papping Mako's face again. He totally missed Mako's flinch as the oblivious king he was. "But like I said, you really need to say what you mean. How else is someone going to know?"

The sudden change brought an annoyed twitch to his brow, the strange urge now easily squashed. He refrained from retorting though, only giving half a shrug. "I'm just not very good at expressing myself, I guess, but I haven't really needed to either."

The king let out another huff -- the firebender brought out a lot of them --, a little exasperated at how much in common Mako had with a brick wall emotionally. "Then how do you know what you want, huh? You gotta treat yourself sometimes!" He accentuated the last few words by lightly slapping Mako's knee along with them. "Don't you just ever want to reach out and grab whatever you want in the moment?"

Mako jolted slightly with the touches, though Wu's little speech went in one ear and out the other. He was the one with restraint, the most of it next to Asami when it came to the new team avatar, so no... He never did things like that. In fact, following such desires sounded like a monumentally bad idea... "Well... Don't you ever know how to hold back?" Not knowing how to answer, he returns with a question of his own, despite silently admitting to himself that Wu's open behaviour is part of the other's charm. Ah, not that he's actually charming or anything--!

"Of COURSE I do!" he admitted with a scoff probably a little too quickly. "Do you know how large my wardrobe would be if I didn't?" To add to his dramatics, he rolled his eyes. "But youuuu," Wu jabbed a finger at Mako this time, "didn't answer my question. When was the last time you did something for yourself, hm??"

He couldn't help the mildly amused snort that escaped him at the other's comment, the superfluity of it so very typical of Wu. Still, he tsk's softly under his breath at being called out. " I guess... not since I dated Asami and Korra..." His job didn't leave much time for personal frivolity and neither did he have the means for such things. And ever since he'd been contracted to work for Wu, well... Time to himself or privacy were concepts he'd had to say goodbye to... Still, not being left to wallow in his thoughts was good for him, he figured. "I'm not really the type of guy to just do whatever anyway though... I've got responsibilities."

In the moment Wu was exercising his ability to hold back as he tried his hardest not to sigh again. Sometimes he just felt like shaking Mako as if it would jostle some sort of wake up call that would let him know it's okay to not always be on-the-job. "Look, I know that being my bodyguard is, like, a round-the-clock sort of thing, but since you've started, nothing wrong has happened while we were here," he motioned with a hand at the Presidential Suite that they were in, Wu's place of living for the past couple of years, "so you can just relax, you know? Take it easy. You deserve it."

"Yeah, but..." He lightly gnawed at his lip, arms uncomfortably at his sides, not liking being idle unless they’re crossed. He sighed, finally glancing over to the other, though whatever emotion is in his eyes is difficult to make out. "I feel like whenever I take my eyes off of you, something bad happens. I mean, remember the incident at the restaurant where Kuvira's goons captured you?" That was supposedly safe, and yet... He can't help but worry.

While Mako's concern was very touching, the king rolled his royal eyes instead. "Yeah, that's because you weren't with me. I'm right here right now, clearly in your sights." This time he didn't hold back a frustrated groan as he slumped down in his seat. "Look, what I'm saying is that when we're here, alone, you can loosen up! Take it easy! It's a Presidential Suite, for spirits' sake, Mako! Unbutton and unwind!"

Wu did have a point... In an attempt to appease the other, mako uncomfortably slumped in his seat before raising a brow at the other. He wasn't about to unbutton anything- "Happy now?"

Of course 'unbutton' was just a saying and he wasn't expecting any buttons to move, but in any case Wu also wasn't expecting Mako to slump down with him, so immediately he burst into laughter, clutching his stomach as he did.

Naturally, the laughter immediately caused the firebender to bristle, posture growing tense again as he glared at the other. "What's so funny?!" He certainly didn't appreciate being laughed at... Especially not when he was trying to humor the other and making an effort.

It took him a bit to come down from his laughing fit, wiping an imaginary tear from his eye as he finally did. "Nothing, nothing! You just caught me off guard is all," Wu said, still trying to stifle some giggles. "I'm just so used to seeing you all straight-laced and everything that seeing you sink into the couch like that was, uh," he paused for a moment not knowing what word he wanted exactly. "Kinda cute, I guess?"

He was frowning at the other with mild annoyance right up to the moment Wu coined the term he'd been looking for, catching Mako entirely off guard and even making the usually stoic male blush slightly, although he'd brush it off as surprise. "Cute. Seriously?" He rolled his eyes, brushing it off as a joke, or trying to at least.

"Yeah! Cute! Like, you know when a ferocious polar bear dog basically turns into a little puppy when it's not being on guard? Like that." Once again, Wu was rambling too much to notice the soft pinking in Mako's cheek at his words.

Mako can't help but snort at basically being compared to Naga. Still, clearly Wu has a high opinion of him, to liken him to a ferocious animal... "Uhh, thanks, I guess? I'm no puppy though..." The petulant comment slips out unbidden despite himself, not having meant to give Wu any extra ammo.

Imagining Mako as an actual puppy almost made Wu dissolve back into giggles, but, again, he exercised his restraint. "What are you then?" the king leaned an elbow on his knee and his chin in his hand with a mischievous smile gracing his face as he awaited Mako's answer. If anything he was glad to see him loosening up at least a little.

"Uhh..." Well fuck. He's no good at this whole analogy thing, but 'puppy' itches at his pride. Wu staring him down like this, all expectantly is making him feel nervous somehow, and he doesn't have an answer to offer...

"I'm jooooking-- you don't have to answer that," he snorted and waved the hand his chin was on as if dismissing it. "You're Mako and that's all that matters."

Somehow... That easy certitude into who Mako was to him brought another small blush to tanned cheeks, not having expected the honesty of the comment or his own reaction to it. "Thanks Wu... You're a good guy, y'know.." He's not usually one to dole out praise, but the strange feeling demands some sort of recompense it seems

Through this oh-so-casual conversation focusing on Mako's need to loosen up, the last thing Wu was expecting was to be thanked and then complimented, which made him pause a moment from surprise. Immediately he grinned back at the firebender. "I know. You're not so bad yourself," he joked as he lightly elbowed Mako in the side.

He chuckles softly, letting Wu jab at him before reasoning over to ruffle his hair, kind of like he'd done to Bolin like a million times. It's the most relaxed Wu had probably ever seen him.

Normally, the king would've batted away anyone's hand from touching his carefully styled hair, but Wu let it slide as he was too distracted by Mako's soft laughter, barely even noticing the warmth in his cheeks as it was his turn to blush. "S-See?" he stuttered a bit. "You do know how to relax!"

He had expected a small playful tirade about messing up the royal hair, but he instead spots the blush, wondering why Wu is having such a reaction. He lets it slide with a small grin though. "Well of course, I wasn't born in work mode." He teases with a small smirk. "Hell, I used to be in the triads way before we joined pro-bending"

Wu gasped dramatically, holding his face with both of his hands as he did. If him being silly was an invitation for Mako relax a little more, he was going to play up the theatrics. "You? A gangster?? And they let you be on the Police Force?"

Mako couldn't help but be amused at the other's antics, raising a brow at him playfully. "What, you think I don't look tough enough to be a gangster?" He shook his head with slight amusement. "To be fair we only did minor jobs for Shady Shin and his ilk, we were never really members. It was a long time ago, either way. I don't think Chief Beifong really gave a damn unless I was actually fucking up on the job." He grinned fondly. For all that she was tough as nails, Mako did respect her greatly.

The king furrowed his brows a little, trying to figure out what he meant by a long time ago -- the two of them were in their early 20s and it didn't occur to him that the Triple Threats would hire teenagers; he wasn't deeply interested in the underbelly of the city. "I mean, granted, you're the best on the beat, which is why I hired you after all."

Mako rolled his eyes slightly at that comment, the atmosphere seeming to change a little again. Maybe this whole opening up thing wouldn't work out very well... They've certainly gotten closer over time, but being hired because he was the best on the force? It makes him a little uncomfortable... Maybe it's the thought that Wu wouldn't have given a shit if someone had been 'better' than him on paper, he'd have picked someone else for the job and Mako would just be doing same old... He's been looking after Wu long enough now that not doing it was weird to him. "I guess so..." He muttered, realising he was supposed to answer.

Quickly sensing the mood change, Wu's royal brow wrinkled under his still-tousled bangs, confused to how his accolades about Mr. I-Have-Responsilbities' work ethic made it seem like they had taken two steps back. "You 'guess so'?" he echoed. "That was compliment, Mako! A pat on the back for a job well done!" He accentuated it by literally patting him on the back of his shoulder -- since the rest of his back was still against the couch. "Back then I didn't know that I'd gain a treasured companion as well," he said a little softer.

"Oh..." He honestly doesn't know what to say, realising his mistake. Wu sometimes said thoughtless things, but that didn't mean there was thoughtlessness in everything he did, and he sometimes still managed to forget that. Never mind Mako's not exactly good at any of this stuff, talking about his feelings, whatever. It's just not his game, and way out of his comfort zone besides. He looks much calmer now, but he doesn't know what to say either.

The king let the silence between them hang in the air a bit. He then gently nudged Mako's side and whispered, "Psst. This is the part where you go: Yeah Wu you're awesome too wow." As he said the second part, he stuck his fingers through his curls, pulling them up a bit to mimic Mako's hair, furrowed his brows, and made his voice a little more gravely in a poor attempt to sound like him. Once it was done, he let go of his hair, which just flopped in front of his face as he laughed at his own impression.

Mako chuckled softly and playfully poked him in the side, a small grin on his face. "A dork is what you are." He teased, not feeling the need to bloat Wu's ego any further than he already did today. Still, this is nice, and he does appreciate Wu making an effort to not be annoying, if that makes sense. He knows Wu can be mature and sensible if he wants to be, it's just that he doesn't usually want to be that.

He couldn't help but laugh along, folding a little as Mako poked him. Wu retaliated by bumping his shoulder against his. "That's 'Your Royal Dork-ness,' to you, good sir," he said, putting on a faux pompous air that didn't last very long as he grinned again, just knowing the fact that he made Mako laugh again.

[l3m0ncyan]

New to Life | Chapter 11

Steven Grant/Marc Spector x hispanic! Teen! Reader

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Y/N walked through the automatic doors wearing a grey hoodie, sweatpants, and sneakers. Her eyes felt puffy but not in the way that one does after crying. It was more of her eyes feeling so tired, that she was able to feel her eyebags. Because of this, she probably seemed like she would yell at you or rudely speak to you if you were to exchange a word. She scanned the grocery store for the aisle where she could start shopping. She grabbed a red plastic basket near the entrance and made her way through the crowd of scattered people.

After last night's incident, she was rather paranoid about there being a murderous god roaming around. Oh and of course to top it all off, she finds out her powers are some kind of leech. Sadly, she couldn’t even tell her friends since they were threatened by the very creature. Coming back home, she couldn't rest knowing that at any moment, that thing could go and bite her head.

She only got a few hours of sleep due to the lack of it and awoke with a migraine. She walked to her fridge, thinking it was because all she needed was a nice breakfast, and lo and behold. Her food was all moldy and expired. It made sense since she was gone for a week. Groaning, she decided to go grocery shopping with the last of the money she had saved.

Which is what she was doing now.

She grabbed a can of ravioli while browsing the select items on the shelf. She could buy actual groceries and ingredients, but she was looking for something quick to make. As per the square price tag on the shelf, if you bought four, you would only pay about 2.44 pounds. It sounded like a good deal, well to her at least, she didn't know if it was worth it or not.

She put them in her cart and proceeded down the aisle to see if there were any other items she could buy. As she stared at the packets of dry pasta, she considered making soup like her mother used to make. It would mean her calling her for instructions on making it, but it's worth a shot. She kinda wanted to get Steven's and Marc's reactions to foods she grew up eating. She went to the next aisle and discovered a variety of cereal.

She moved on to the cereal boxes aimed at children, who wanted something sweet. Is she concerned? No, it wasn't childish if it meant she could eat. A familiar deep voice came into her ears as she looked at two boxes and thought about the taste.

“Food”

“What do you think im doing?” She whispered in an annoyed tone.

“Not that, I am talking about those”

Puzzled, she turned to her right side and saw a woman probably in her 30s. She had a toddler in her cart who pointed to the items she thought were tasty. Y/N's eyes widened and she returned her gaze to the shelf.

"You are not going to murder a mother and her child! Plus, I need t buy actual food for myself, not you," she said quietly.

As she continued to browse, she noticed the price of (favorite cereal) which was a little higher for her taste. Sighing, she returned it to the shelf and examined the off-brand items. Her 'friend' seemed to notice.

"Why don't we team up? You take whatever food you need, and I eat any guards who try to stop you. It's a win-win situation"

"You want to rob the store?" She says it loudly, which causes the mother beside her to look at her strangely.

She quickly pulls out her phone and implies that she is on a phone call. Making it appear as if she was on the phone with a friend who was cracking jokes. The woman nods and returns her attention to her shopping.

“…we aren’t about to do that” this time she says it in a hush tone.

“It is a good plan though”

“Thats a terrible plan”

“How?”

"Because you're still going to be murdering innocent people!" She becomes quiet as she realizes her words were too loud.

The mother looks at her, shocked and terrified. She moves quickly away from the aisle with her child and away from Y/N. Y/N groans and runs her hand down her face while gripping the basket handle.

“Great, now I look more of a crackhead than I already did” she mutters.

She grabs the cheapest box and heads to the milk aisle to get out of there as soon as possible. She started walking back to the apartment building after she paid. She looked over the bag of groceries she had purchased, relieved that she had purchased enough items.

Moving through the crowd of people who were most likely late for work, she calculated that she wouldn't be home for another block and ten minutes on the bus.

As she walked down the street, she noticed a homeless man sitting on the ground with a cup in his hand. Most likely, asking for money.

“How about him? He does not look innocent”

"Jesus, are you still talking about eating people? No," she said, her face scrunched.

“But you said innocent people were the ones I couldn’t eat”

"That's an innocent person, dude," she said as she looked at the man who flipped her off for staring, "maybe innocent."

“You are changing the rules”

"I haven't changed a thing. How about I ask you questions instead because I need a very good explanation," she gestured with her hands, drawing a few pairs of eyes to her.

“Why did you decided to show yourself now instead from the beginning?”

“You were busy with other matters”

“Like?”

“Those animal beings with powers”

“You mean the Egyptian gods? You were scared of them?” She scoffed

Y/N arrived at the bus stop, where many others were waiting, most of whom were dressed in business suits and carrying briefcases. She waited away from the crowd, however, because she was speaking with the symbiote.

“I was not scared, I just did not want them to know about me. Especially the female one”

“You mean Hathor? She was sweet though”

“She was not”

When the bus arrived, everyone shoved each other. As the last person to arrive, Y/N pushed her way through the crowd in search of a seat. Finding one, she rushed over to it as if a spotlight was shining on it, but it was won by a man. Her shoulders sagged and she groaned, continuing to stand while clutching the bus's handle.

Surprisingly, Mania remained quiet on the bus ride, which Y/N quietly thanked. She didn't want to risk appearing even more insane on the bus, and she was still tired. So this was a welcome relief from dealing with the symbiote.

The bus came to a screeching halt at Y/N's stop. Her feet led her down the path to the apartment, hopping off. She shoved her hands into her pockets as the cold air blew in. She quickened her pace to get home faster, grateful that she had decided to wear baggy and warm clothes. The building was visible in the distance, as was the merchants' who were outside of it.

She walked past many sellers as she approached. Most of them she recognized, and some of them recognized her. Before the trip to Cairo, people would say things like "good morning" or "afternoon." The greeting was always returned by Y/N, but that was it. It was the same in this case, one said 'hello' and she would say it back.

She looked at the number screen as she passed through the pair of doors and into the elevator, waiting for the 5th floor to appear. She returned her gaze back to her grocery bag and placed a hand on the milk to ensure it wasn't warming up. But who was she kidding? It was cold outside, so the milk had to be fine.

The doors opened and she stepped out as the elevator chimed. There was no one walking down the hall, so she could talk to Mania if she wanted to. However, Marc and Steven would be suspicious if they were in their flat. And she didn't want them to be a part of her problem. So she decided to keep her questions until she went inside.

Opening the door, she walked in and made her way to the kitchen. She placed the bag on the table and began putting the items back in their proper places. It was quick because all she had to do was put away cereal, ravioli cans, milk, and other items.

She then walked over to the couch and took a seat. Her hands were on her lap, and she was staring at the wall. She was considering the questions she wanted to ask. She began at the beginning in order to gather as much information as possible.

“All right, so what really happened at the alley? You know the day we met"

Mania stayed quiet before it started to speak.

"The body I was controlling was physically weak, and I needed a replacement. That's when you passed by."

"And you picked me? Why? Also, what was the deal with the red explosion?"

"...I lunged at you, trying to eat you. Because your human mind couldn't comprehend, it created that image of a blast. Also, I did not choose you; it just happened that you were a good fit for a body."

"Wait, you're telling me I was about to die that day, but I survived because we were a match?" Y/N paused.

With that piece of information, her life changed a little more. Yes, she had the option of dying at the tomb, but she chose to return. She would not have returned if she had died at the start. That would have been the end of the story.

“So when I blacked out, did I actually die?”

“You did, but when I took over, I healed your body”

“Wow…so I died three times” she swallowed the thick saliva in her mouth. Her mind went blank.

“It is two actually”

“Doesn’t matter. Okay wait then why didnt you heal me back at the tomb?”

“When you were hurt, I decided to get out of your body and leave. You were not the effort”

Y/N scoffed offensively, “Oh so you just decided to leave me behind?”

“I came back didn't I?”

Y/N leaned back on the couch, her arms crossed. Knowing she wasn't as important to hurt her a little, even if the opinion came from some creature. She imagined what would happen if she died that night in the alley, and how everyone would react.

Of course, her family would be devastated. Her siblings would be blaming themselves for not making an attempt to better her home life. Her parents would probably be distraught and believed they should have tried to convince her to stay in California.

But Steven. He'd probably be bewildered, wondering how he could have let that happen. He would be saddened to learn that his friend had died. Marc would probably feel terrible for leaving her to die. He wouldn't forgive himself.

Speaking about those two, she still wondered about how she was able to hear them through reflections.

“By any chance, are you the reason why I was able to hear Steven and Marc in mirrors?”

“Perhaps”

“What do you mean perhaps?” She mocked it.

“I realized you were not so capable, so I went to them multiple times, but they were...unexpected. That lead me back to you"

That still didn't answer her question, and she was irritated at being called weak. Marc and Steven, on the other hand, would have dealt with it. Their stress level would have most likely skyrocketed and who knows how they would have changed.

"I assume you're confused. When I returned to your body, I believe I brought some traits from their mind with me. That is, their ability to communicate through reflections."

It made more sense to her that the 'ability' Mania was referring to was most likely Marc and Steven's disorder. The disorder was like tracking mud into the house, and Y/N's mind was the floor. All that was required was to clean it or, in this case, wait for it to fade away.

It was a bad analogy, Y/N shook her head and rested her face on her palms.

She kept asking it questions, trying to wrap her head around it. One of the most important was where it came from. She knew Hydra had to be to blame but was it created or did it come from somewhere else?

It turned out that it wasn't even from this universe. It explained how one day it ended up and, in the words of Mania, "A place that a human can get a type of liquid to feel numb." To say it another way, a bar. It explained how it had no recollection of being there, only that something similar existed like it.

After being found by scientists, it was stolen by Hydra and then used in experiments. Hence the man who was in the alley that day. When it was easy to understand, the next piece of information made her queasy.

"So what happened to that guy?"

"If I tell you, you won't like it”

She readied herself, not expecting what could have happened, “What?”

"After I took over your body, I needed nutrients...He was the closest thing”

Her lips parted and she looked down at the floor, unable to imagine how. But she did, and it was terrible.

“You’re saying I ate him?” Her breath quickened.

Her mouth began to water, and her stomach began to squirm. She dashed to the restroom, slamming the door open, feeling something come up her throat. She knelt by the toilet and gripped the seat as her body pushed out her last meal.

She murdered a man. A man who was attempting to flee danger, but her idiot self had to stumble into that alley. If she hadn't, she might have been able to save him.

“Even if you didnt check on him, he would have still died”

She scowled, raising her head. It didn't explain how it could read her thoughts which freaked her out more. She stood up to the sink, wiped her mouth with the sleeve of her sweater, and poured water onto her palms. She splashed herself with the cool liquid after rinsing her mouth.

She stepped back into the living room, biting on her tongue in rage. She thought having these powers would be cool and something she'd be able to show her family, but she couldn't. It would only mean putting them in danger.

"I need you to leave," she said as she stood in the middle of the room, her gaze fixed on the floor.

“Leave? Why, when there are so many heads, torsos, and legs around me?"

Y/N wrinkled her brow as if it smiled at the fact.

"Plus, if I did, you'd just be a loser again."

She laughed and shook her head, recalling Hathor's advice to keep an eye on her power. She did, and now she has to deal with a symbiote. Hathor could have at least given her a heads-up that her powers seemed more like a curse.

"Alright, if we're going to call each other names, you got to be pathetic because you need someone just to move around," she flailed her arms and slapped them to her side.

“I can move on my own just fine”

"Are you sure? If you can, then just go and look for someone else or go back to your weird planet!" she remarked sarcastically. "Before you can do that, you're still a fucking parasite!"

“Parasite?!”

Tentacles rushed out of her back and onto the wall, slamming her body against it. Her head shook and she grumbled from the pain. When she opened her eyes, she saw that she was pinned up against the wall, her feet dangling. She looked at her arm and tried to pull it away from the wall, but the same tentacles held her back

"Let me go! I get it! You're sensitive to the word parasite!" She yelled, still attempting to remove her limbs from the wall.

Her shoulder tingled and another tentacle emerged, but this one was different. It was much thicker than usual and moved between strands. As it approached her, the tip began to morph teeth and eventually became a head.

The same figure she saw in Stevens' bathroom stood in front of her. It had sharp white eyes and long sharp teeth that formed a smile this time. It returned her stare as the stem moved and squirmed around.

“What the hell?” She breathed out.

"Listen carefully, Y/N; I am smarter and stronger than all humans combined. I'll use you as a ride, and in exchange, I'll keep you alive; that's my deal."

"What if I say no?"

"Then I'll kill everyone you care about, beginning with those two neighbors, that woman, and your family, and saving you for last."

She had no choice; she was being threatened, but that didn't mean she was going to let it win.

"Are you still going to be eating people?" she continued to make eye contact with it, fearing she would irritate it.

“Very much”

She leaned back and looked up at the ceiling, both sides seemed like there would be killing. Panic slowly built up in her body, wondering what would be the best approach.

“Since you, won't be leaving anytime soon, how about we add to the deal?”

“I'm listening”

“I'll let you eat people if you promise its only bad people”

“How would I know the difference? All you humans are horrible”

"Oh, I believe you, but there are some worse. Like Harrow and Hydra. Those are the people who want to cause harm to others for power and shit like that"

“Hmm, that is difficult”

She sighed, “Ill tell you which ones are good and bad, deal? Oh, and I don't want to be bossed around too much. I just want to live normally, alright?”

Before Mania could say anything, there was a knock at the door and they both turned. Y/N had a feeling who it was but before she could say, Mania won her.

"It's those two," it grumbled

There was more knocking and Marc spoke up, "Hey, are you busy?"

Y/N widened her eyes and asked Mania if they had a deal. Mania appeared hesitant, but Marc's constant knocking rushed them.

"We need to talk about last night. You were acting weird and rushed out on us before we could talk about the news" Marc, on the other hand, was very concerned. He felt helpless without his powers, especially with a killer and her acting strangely.

He continued to knock as the pair inside tried to negotiate.

"Come on! He's gonna get suspicious and he's gonna know" she whispered.

Mania looks at her before returning her attention to the door. It couldn't believe some insignificant human was going to force it to agree to her terms. Its head nodded, groaning.

"Fine"

Mania dropped Y/N, causing a large thud. Marc paused and began to shake the doorknob.

"Hey! Is everything alright?" With her silence, he began to panic more. Holding back from kicking the door down.

As she struggled to get up, she felt pain in her knees. Mania instructed her to hurry up and open the door. She opened the door, almost slipping, to see Marc standing there with his leg raised. They both stood there, taking in the situation.

"Were you about to kick down my door?" She looked him up and down.

He immediately planted his foot back down, "I was uh, what was that thud?"

"Oh," she scratched her head, "I slipped..trying to do a pushup"

Marc nodded and asked if he could come into her apartment. She nodded and stepped to the side to allow him to enter. He looked around and his gaze was drawn to the wall to his right.

"What happened there?"

When Y/N looked at what he was talking about, she noticed a large dent in the area where she was pinned down. She cursed in her head, trying to come up with some lame excuse.

"I don't know. It was like that when we came back. Probably an earthquake" she shrugged.

"I don't think an earthquake could cause that"

Marc nodded and continued eyeing the white wall. This caused both Y/N and Mania to grow nervous. For Y/N, it felt like that one episode from Spongebob where he and Mr.Krabs think they killed a health inspector.

"They are on to us. Lets kill them!”

“No!” Marc looked over at her, wondering why the sudden burst.

"No...pues que raro verdad?" she gave an awkward smile.

Marc just stared at her, puzzled, knowing something was wrong. Instead of prodding any further, he decided to discuss last night's event. Maybe it was that that was causing her to act weird.

"Right, anyways about last night," he moved to the couch and took a seat, "How are you feeling?"

Y/N followed and sat a seat away from him to give each other space, "I'm alright you know, honestly feel better now that they are gone"

She was referring to both Harrow and Ammit, and Marc felt the same way. Worry was eating him up, knowing that Harrow would soon unleash Ammit again. That he would then go after Y/N as well. Fortunately, Harrow was killed not long after.

"Same here, but I still want to know how he got killed" he crosses his arms and leans back.

Y/N nods and looks to the side, attempting to round up all suspects. Hathor would not waste her time attempting to kill him. Layla and Tawaret didn't seem to like the idea of killing him, and she would have called if she was in London. Khonshu was the only one who made sense, but how did he find an avatar so quickly?

"I am hungry, have them leave so we can find bad people"

Her shoulders sagged as her thought process faded. They both haven't eaten in a long time. Y/N would have eaten at home, but she didn't want to keep Mania waiting while she ate. She was afraid that if she did, it would try to devour Marc right here. So she had to excuse herself and say she had to go shopping for the last item on her college shopping list.

"I'll go with you" Marc began to stand up.

Y/N panicked and shook her head, "It's alright, it's just a few quick things you know. Waste of time for you, just go and sleep or something"

Marc waves her off, "I'll be fine, and like you said its only a short trip"

"A short trip that is like an hour long because of the walking and the ride on the bus. Yeah no, you stay at your place" she grabs her wallet from the dining table.

"That's cool, going out can give me some fresh air"

"She's acting weird"

"He's persistent"

"Then just open a window or something" she gestured to hers.

He raised an eyebrow, "Why do you want me to stay so bad?"

"Why do you want to go so bad?"

"Whoever killed Harrow is probably still here and you might come across them" he says with a serious tone.

"That's where I use my powers" she raised both arms.

Seeing this was becoming a loop of some kind, Steven suggested Marc to let him front. Maybe he would be able to convince her to let them tag along. He sighed and nodded, his body tensed up. Y/N already knew the signs for when one switched, so seeing this wasn't surprising for her.

“Great, the smart one is here”

"Oh love, you look pale, is everything all right?" Steven asked as he took in his surroundings. He approaches her closer to inspect her further.

She had just finished vomiting, so she was obviously not fine. She hasn't eaten either, which irritates her because she was hoping to eat the canned raviolis. But not anymore, because she now has to go hunting for bad guys while keeping the boys away from her. Who knows what Mania would do to them.

“I wouldn’t do anything”

“Im fine dude, just let me go to the store and you guys relax at home. I promise I can handle myself” she said, not trusting Mania still.

"I know you can handle yourself, but shopping would be exciting! Let us join you!" He almost claps with delight at the idea of going shopping with his friend.

“Make the journey there sound like a waste of time!”

"I'm literally just getting a backpack," she says, her head cocked to the side. "And, knowing how indecisive teenagers can be, we go through each one and analyze every detail. Yes, that does sound boring."

“Nonsense! I would be delighted to help you with choosing one, and I may know of a few stores to visit. That way, you can be the sharpest-looking student at your university! Oh! We can even go shopping for clothes! What do you think?" He laughs.

It warmed Y/N's heart but she couldn't let him join. She was more concerned about telling an adult man to stay at home at this point than she was about her finals. Mania continued to rush her out of there, adding to her anxiety.

“If I don’t eat at least one head in the next few minutes, I’ll be eating both of yours”

"Can you be quiet?" She whispered to her side, hoping Steven wouldn't hear. But he did. And she felt her heart drop as she saw his expression of hurt and sadness.

He frowns but speaks calmly. "Y/N, I know we are being clingy, but all we want to do is spend time with you before a new problem sweeps us off our feet."

Y/N felt guilty, despite the fact that her remark was directed at Mania. She could see the two attempting to bring peace to her life, but she was sadly pushing them away. It wasn't on purpose; it was all to protect them from the symbiote inside her.

It hurt her to see Steven hurt by her words. Marc was probably in there hurting too because he saw her wanting to stay away from them.

Sighing, she looked back to Steven.

——

“Pussy”

After feeling bad about herself, Y/N decided to let Steven tag along. Mania, of course, did not like this idea, so Y/N created a plan to escape Marc's and Steven's watch and go look for trouble. She had no idea how she would find bad people, but she would try.

She wondered if some of Harrow's followers were still at the London hideout. Or if some of those Hydra people were still out there looking for their experiment. She hoped one of them was walking around here, that way she can get this task out of the way.

Steven's voice awakens her from her trance. He was listing all of the stores and what he had purchased from them. The last one Y/N catches is a store where he purchased his bag and mentions how many options they have. She decided to go with that one, and Steven was delighted to show her one of his liked stores. She assumed they were going to a tailor for leather backpacks from how Steven was explaining the store. Where an old man would show her his best creations, each with her name engraved on it.

Like she said, it sounded like a dark academic-style building, but when they arrived and walked to the location, it was nothing like her expectations.

It was just a large grey square building with posters advertising their big sale. A blue square sign with the words 'Poundland' in yellow was placed in front of the building. It honestly looked like a mixture of Walmart and Ross.

She knew at this point that she had to stop stereotyping everything in England as old and medieval.

Inside, it definitely reminded Y/N of the store Ross. The memories of her mom leading her to some random aisle and then waiting almost an hour just to move to the next one came to mind. Fortunately, she was with Steven who she hoped did not act the same way.

"The bags should be around here...There!" he lead her to an aisle where many backpacks were hung.

Right, she was supposed to buy an actual backpack now with her low funds. She was honestly planning on just using one of the bags she used to travel to England, but not anymore it seemed.

Steven grabbed one of the bags and looked at it then showed it to her, "Look at this one, it's waterproof and you can charge your phone!"

Y/N grabs it and looks at the size of it, "Its nice, but.. it looks too small for my laptop"

Steven gives an 'oh' and continues to examine each backpack, realizing that it must be larger than the one he previously displayed. It was honestly quite difficult trying to choose one because most of them were either for children or too small.

After about ten minutes of searching, Steven brought Y/N a large leather backpack. It was a caramel color with two side pockets and one square pocket at the front that you could zip up. The top flap was black leather with a long piece with a magnet that could be clipped onto the second one to close it. It was also large enough to hold her laptop.

Grabbing a hold of it, her eyes took in the small details, "I actually like this one"

"I did tell you I would be of help" he chuckled

Y/N rolled her eyes and looked at the price tag, 33 pounds. That was twice more than what she carried. Placing it back, Steven was confused and looked at her puzzled.

"Was something off about it?"

"Nah it was just...more than I can afford" she shrugged, "Is there a clearance area?"

Steven nodded but he was still disappointed in the fact that she couldn't buy something that she liked. Where would be the fun if she could only get items that she didn't even want in the first place?

"She really liked it, did you see the look in her eyes?"

"I don't mind getting it for you," Steven said, returning his gaze to the leather bag.

Y/N looked at Steven, surprised, "No, you don't have to…"

"I insist," he said as he snatched the bag from the hanger, "how about we get you a jacket before we leave, I heard it'll be quite chilly tomorrow."

She nodded, enjoying the idea of going shopping with Steven. In fact, just hanging out with him. Every time she went shopping or went out with someone, she felt obligated to focus on that person's happiness. Usually, she rushed shopping because she thought the other person got bored. The action was returned this time though, and she was happy about it.

Sadly, today wouldn't go as normal. She still had to go and feed Mania whoever she found on the street.

"Sure, but I uh, need to go to the restroom first"

She quickly walked to the restrooms after excusing herself. Normally, there would be an emergency exit or a way out nearby. Looking back, she noticed Steven walking towards the men's aisle, looking for something for himself, while still carrying the bag she had chosen.

Sighing, she looked straight ahead.

"So how many bodies do you need? 10? 20?" She quietly asked, wanting to quickly come back.

"You exaggerate too much. One would do for now"

She breathed out in relief, "Okay good, I'll take you to...man I don't even know"

She thought of the many places that might have criminals. Prisons she didn't know where they could find one. Mafia hideouts, hell no. The closest thing she could think of was an alley in the sketchiest place.

"Why not look for that building where you found Arthur Harrow and his minions?"

"I really don't remember where it's at"

"I do, I can locate the surroundings from your memory"

"That... is actually useful. I guess we can head the-"

The yelling of others cuts her off. She turns her head to the sound and sees many people fleeing or hiding. That's when she heard several guns go off. She walks toward the source of the commotion, using the aisle shelves as cover, and sees six men at the front wearing only half a mask.

"What the hell?" she whispers.

One of the men orders the customers to sit down and not move. Other men yell threats and the like while pointing their guns at everyone. That's when she notices Marc, who is crouching, glaring at them. She wonders why he isn't suiting up, but remembers how powerless he is now. That won’t stop him in fighting though, he was probably planning a way to take them down.

Seeing that the majority of the people in the store are either at the front or hidden, Y/N enters an aisle and crouches on the floor.

"Looks like the food came to us"

"Yup, the thing is we can’t get to them without Marc seeing you, and I know you want to stay hidden still, right?" Y/N considers using her powers, but knowing that it's just Mania doing the work, she lets it take the stance.

"We can go after them while being hidden”

Y/N stands up and notices herself growing taller before she can even ask anything. It's not her actual body though; instead, it's the same black goo she saw on Mania. It covers her from her feet to her torso, and her head is soon enclosed in the dark substance. An abstract white figure of a spider appears on her chest. Three spikes adorn her head, giving her a punk look.

A pair of white glossy eyes and a smile with long sharp teeth adorn the face. The smile line begins where the mouth opens wide from where the ears should be; it was like the Jokers in other words. Mania doesn't give Y/N time to take in the appearance before leaping out of the aisle and toward the men. The same men notice, and their face is filled with fear.

"What the hell is that?!"

"Shoot it!"

They begin to rapidly shoot but Mania's body deflects the bullets, causing them to fall.

"Where was this trick back at the tomb?" Y/N who was able to see what is happening from inside.

"I wanted to use it in a more badass way"

It grabs one of the men's guns and crushes it with only one hand. Mania smiles seeing the man's eyes widen.

Marc, bewildered, looks at the black creature who just came out of nowhere. What he doesn't anticipate is the creature devouring a man whole in one bite.  It doesn't make a bloody mess despite its long teeth. Deciding to back down, he looks around to see if Y/N is anywhere on sight.

"What the hell is that, Marc? Do you think Y/N is safe?"

"...I-I don't know" Marc doesn't say it but he feels like he's seen that same black goo from somewhere.

With only two men left, Mania walks over to one of them and lifts him up from the ground. The man tries kicking it but it’s no use. Up close he can see the thick saliva drooping out of its mouth while it’s eyes had an iridescent look.

"Eyes, lungs, pancreas. So many snacks, so little time" Mania growls.

The man tries to free himself from Mania's grip, but it tightens even more. Mania licks the man's cheek with its long tongue which he cringes at. Another man shoots it from behind before it can eat him. Mania chokes the man and throws him across the store. It then chomps on the man who shot it, decapitating him and leaving his body on the floor.

Before Mania can pursue the other man, police sirens and officers yelling to shoot are heard. As bullets fly, Mania runs to the back of the store, breaking through the wall and escaping. Mania detransforms as soon as they reach the outside and Y/N hides at the side of the building. The officers are perplexed by seeing the opening it made. The creature is gone. Y/N can hear them discussing setting a perimeter to look for it, which makes her panic.

“There’s a door”

When Y/N looks to her right, she notices that Mania is correct: there is one. They go through and see the flickering lights with the mess of items knocked down the shelves.

Many people are either fleeing or frozen in place. A few officers patrol the area with their guns drawn, looking for Mania. They had no idea they had just walked past it.

As she walks through the store, she hears Marc call out for her. She follows his voice and finds him still holding the backpack. Despite being in a hostage situation, he still kept the bag she liked in hand. His gaze is drawn to her, and he rushes to embrace her.

"Oh, thank God you're fine," he exhales, "come on, we should go."

He drags her out of the store and through the crowds of police officers. Some of them ask if they need to be checked by EMTs, but Marc says they're fine and walks away. News cars surround the place and there are people talking about the incident.

Y/N looks around and notices the last man attempting to rob the store being handcuffed. His face contorts in great shock as he mutters a few phrases about a demon before being placed in the backseat of a police car.

Once away, Y/N looks at the bag in Marc’s hand, “Did you-“

"Don't worry, I paid for it," he says reassuringly, "Did you see what happened back there? ”

She nods, “Yeah, creepy ass monster thing”

“Fuck you”

“Yeah” Marc replies, “Good thing the police came in before it tried to kill everyone”

"It didn't look like it was trying to hurt us, more like trying to save us…" noticing Marc's suspicion, she shifts her perspective, "But if it did, I would have used my powers"

Marc shakes his head, “No, it would have been dangerous. You don’t know what it could have done, I saw it. It ate those guys in one bite”

Y/N gulps, she remembers. She remembers everything that happened while she was being controlled. Rather, while her body was being used as a vessel. It felt strange like you were wrapped in a blanket while watching television. She recounts how powerful she felt as they defeated the group of men.

The two walk to the bus stop, which is thankfully already there. They walk in, find seats, and lean back. Y/N was relieved as the sun began to set for the first time. She just wanted to get to sleep so she could be ready for her first day of college. Forget about the hostage situation and Mania.

“I don’t think you have eaten, have you?” Steven asked her. Guess Marc's job of keeping them safe was over.

“Nope, was planning on just eating some canned food that I bought earlier”

"Canned food?!" Steven almost screamed. "You mean you'll eat processed food instead of home-cooked meals? ”

“Yeah?”

"I'm not going to let it happen; you're having dinner at my apartment.  I'll prepare my famous spicy and baked cauliflower for you," he declares.

Y/N smiles, “Sounds good, I won’t pass up food that I don’t have to cook”

“I didn’t”

Y/N bit her cheek, trying not to tell Mania anything. It laughed at her reaction and decided to remain silent. Y/N wouldn't lie, she was beginning to see Mania as less of a burden. Her friends and family would be safe as long as there was a surplus of criminals. Well, that's all she thought she had to worry about for now.

—

The bus ride was quick, but walking to the apartment was even faster. Y/N and Steven ate together at his place, discussing her schedule and when she would return from university. It turned out she only had four classes to complete three days a week. That means she'd have a lot more time to herself.

"Seems like you need to pick up a hobby for now" Steven took a bite from his bowl of food.

Y/N did the same, "More like a job, I've applied to like five and none called"

Steven hummed in response, "There will be an opening you'll see, plus its only been the second day"

Steven's phone rang and he looked at the caller ID, his eyes widened.

"It's Donna" He said in a hushed tone, showing her the screen.

"We hate her!"

Her fork dropped from her grasp, and she exclaimed, "Fucking she-devil or something we didn't know about?"

"What do I do?" He looked at her for guidance.

"Answer her! Wait, give it a second to ring. Don't wanna look desperate you know"

Steven nodded and let the phone ring for a few seconds longer. He returned his gaze to Y/N to see if it was good to go, and she nodded. He cleared his throat and responded with his best 'Good Afternoon.'

"Put it on speaker," Y/N said quietly, and Steven did as he was told. Donna's voice echoed throughout the apartment.

"Finally you bloody answered!" Her voice pierced their ears.

“Sorry-” Steven was perplexed when Y/N abruptly shook her head. She motioned her hand to Steven, implying that he didn't need to apologize. He cleared his throat and nodded.

"Right, I mean, I was really busy, I didn't even know you called," he said almost sarcastically. Y/N almost laughed, forgetting that Steven had a habit of getting an attitude when someone irritated him.

"What are you even busy with? Anyway, I'm not here to strike up a conversation. Although it irritates me to ask," Donna huffs, the two of them wondering what kind of news she despises so much. "I hope therapy has been doing both of you well...Would you and your niece like to work at the museum again?"

Steven looks at Y/N, and she returns his gaze. Among all coincidences, they now have the opportunity to reclaim their job. It was a pain if they were honest, mostly because the entire staff was rude. Most of them pretended to be friendly with them while they talked shit about them in the break room.

Aside from the people, Steven and Y/N enjoyed working there. They enjoyed working in an Egyptian museum, particularly Steven. It was fun seeing artifacts and seeing the different kinds of people who held an interest in Egypt. Furthermore, the pay was higher than in other places.

Steven placed his palm over the microphone portion of his flip phone and turned to face Y/N. "What should I say?" He mouthed.

"Don't agree yet! It'll make us look weak"

She agreed with Mania silently and thought about keeping the option open, “Say we’ll think about it for now”

He removed his hand, nodded, and said, unimpressed, "We will think about it.  I'll let you know later tonight."

“…Fine. But hurry because we are short on staff” Donna then hung up and the pair were met with the beeping of the phone. They both made annoyed faces, "Damn, would it kill her to be nice for a change". Y/N grabbed her fork again and began eating aggressively.

"She literally begged us to come back at the end." Steven continued to eat before pausing to ask, "Do you think we should go back?"

"And deal with her again?"

"And deal with the looks we'll get when we come back"

"Deal with J.B's bullshit"

"Don't forget the dirty looks from my failed date"

As the two named the cons of the job, they could agree on one thing.

"…The pay was good, though," Y/N said as she fiddled with her food.

"It was good..." Steven said as he stared down at his phone.

That was what tipped the scales in their favor. They waited about 20 minutes before Steven called Donna and agreed to return to work. They discussed Y/N's schedule and such, and Donna hesitated to agree. When told that they would begin tomorrow, Y/N declared that they should drink to the news.

"I don't think it's such a good idea to drink the night before your first day of classes and work," Steven said, taking his and her plates after they had both finished their meals.

Y/N sighed in defeat, "I hate that your right"

"Let's just drink back at your place"

"We don't have wine back over there" She whispered.

"Did you say something?” Steven turned around, holding the bowls in his hands.

Y/N scrunched her brows, “…No?”

Steven let out a 'hmm' and said how he thought he did. She ran up to Steven and helped him wash dishes, hoping to distract him from thinking about the subject any further. He kept telling her she didn't have to, but she shrugged. They just kept washing dishes until there were none left.

Y/N then walked over to the dining table to gather her belongings before returning to her flat. Steven motioned for her to wait as she was about to walk out the door. She sees him holding out the leather backpack she bought earlier. She had completely forgotten about it, and she felt somewhat guilty about it.

Taking it from Steven's hands, she smiled at him, "Hey thanks for getting me it"

"No problem, me and Marc saw you eyeing it back at the store before all that happened," he said with a small laugh.

"I didn't realize I was, guess I'll have to watch my body language next time," she joked. "Anyway, I'm going to start going, good night to you, and good night to Marc if he's here."

Steven's body tensed up and out came Marc, "I'm here, good night kid"

He ruffles her hair, and she moves her head to avoid his grasp. She waves goodbye as she walks to her apartment.

__

She began brushing her teeth after showering, this time more paranoid. She kept looking in the mirror, thinking Mania would pull the same stunt again. She glanced at the mirror, still on edge after cleaning her teeth. She exhaled thinking Mania wouldn't try to scare her while looking at her eyes, lips, and the few spots on her skin.

That was until Mania's form came on the reflection, giving Y/N a smile.

"Boo"

Y/N recoiled and let out a small scream. Her reflection returned to normal, but Mania continued to laugh as it came out of her right shoulder.

"Fuck you, man," Y/N groaned as she exited the restroom. She went to her backpack, which sat by the bag of materials she had collected a week before, and brought them to the couch. She then began organizing each piece on the inside.

"You are easy to scare, Y/N"

"You are so funny," she said, mocking its laugh. She kept putting the last items inside. She finished by extending the backpack away from her body to inspect it, making sure she removed all tags. She placed it on the couch, nodding in approval.

After turning off all the lights, she walked over to her phone to make sure that it was charging. Setting up her alarm, she laid on her bed and went under the covers. Falling into a deep slumber.

—

“I don’t know why you are rushing, we still have 3 hours to go”

"I'm rushing because I still have to try to find where my classes are," Y/N said as she hurriedly put on her black boots and jacket.

She dashed to her backpack and checked to see if she had everything; wallet, notebooks, pencils, and so on. She swung her backpack on her back, satisfied that she was all set. She took a step back to check herself in the mirror before heading out the door.

It was a simple outfit, she wore a white t-shirt and a gold necklace. She wore simple jeans with a black belt and an oversized coat that she found while thrifting. As for shoes, they we’re just leather boots.

She walked over to the door and out into the hall, nodding in approval. Steven appeared in a matter of seconds. He was dressed for work in a button-up with his signature jacket and jeans.

“Are you nervous?” Steven asked.

She shook her head, “No…maybe”

Steven reassured her by patting her back and telling her she had nothing to worry about and that she would do great.

As they exited the apartment and boarded the bus, they were forced to stand once more on their way to work and school. The two could only exchange quick exchanges because they were pressed together by the large crowd.

“You think this looks fine?” Y/N continued to examine her clothes.

“It looks fine, love. Do you have all your materials?”

"Yup, double checked last night and this morning," she said, nodding. "Do you think they made any changes at the shop?"

"I don't think they would have after only a week. Honestly, I think what changed was everyone's perspective on us," he sighed, slumping.

"Eh, who cares," she shrugged. "They had no idea we were saving their sorry asses."

Steven nodded and kept his grip on the bus. Steven's stop finally appeared after about ten minutes.

“That’s you” Y/N gestured her head to Steven.

“It is. Okay, well wish you luck in your classes, focus, make new friends, and, most importantly, have fun. Oh! And be careful!" He said this as he took a step back from her.

“Got it” She snapped her fingers and pointed a finger gun at him.

He smiled and shook his head, that’s when Marc switched over, “If anything happens, call us. Even if some kids are picking on you”

“Dude, everyone on the campus is over shit like that, but I appreciate your effort” she lightly bowed her head.

“Right, anyways be safe and let us know when your on your way”

Y/N nodded, “Of course, later gators” she grinned.

Marc paused and smiled, “In a while-“

“-Crocodile” Steven then switched in.

They waved goodbye to Y/N before exiting the bus. Now it was just her and her thoughts, with Mania thrown in for good measure. There were many seats left empty after a wave of people left, so she decided to take a chance.

Her stop was still a few blocks away, but the ride was relatively short. She spent the majority of it staring into the abyss until Mania spoke up.

“What is the point of college?”

Y/N would sigh and take out her phone, acting like she was in a phone call.

"It turns out that the world has made it so that you have to pay thousands of dollars just to get a piece of paper that says you're qualified to work.  And that work usually earns you a shitload of cash." She came to a halt after finishing and considered whether she still wanted to be a nurse.

“I just made you rethink life” Mania laughed.

It did, and now Y/N was wondering if working 12 hours a shift was worth it.

—

Y/N stood in front of tall buildings after finally finding the entrance to the university. Each one had its name plastered on its side. In all honesty, they looked exactly like she imagined them to: old and medieval. Each light pole had banners in the colors of the school which were red and white.

Many students were rushing to class as she walked in. There were many stands along the walkway with people attempting to recruit others into their fraternity or sorority. She made a mental note to stay away from them since she grew to be scared of those groups. She checked her phone's time and realized she still had about an hour before her class began. She began walking around the campus, pulling up her schedule to see which building her classes would be in.

--

After about 30 minutes, she was still no closer to locating her class. She could feel her brain pounding in her skull and was on the verge of crying and quitting. Perhaps college isn't for her. Is it too late to drop out and come back to America? No, she couldn't do that; she liked London and its relative peace.

She also had a real good friend, or rather friends who cared about her well-being. Back in California, most of her friends were fake and only concerned about themselves. Some of them would even go out of their way to bring her down. Apart from them, she had one friend who resembled Steven, Marc, and Layla. Except they stopped talking after they graduated high school.

She sighed and walked to a nearby bench, where she sat, still analyzing Google Maps. Perhaps there was a secret path or something, similar to Harry Potter.

"This is boring, let me just help you find the room"

Checking her surroundings, she quietly said, "What's making you help me out of nowhere?"

"I rather not see you cry and make yourself look like a total loser in front of everyone"

"Oh, well I guess that's kinda nice in a way-"

"And so we can hurry up and eat more bad people"

"There it is, anyways how can you even help me?" she crossed her arms.

Mania said nothing else and began to emerge from Y/N's lower back. "What are you up to?" Y/N almost panicked as she turned and followed the black trail with her eyes.

"Stop doing that, you'll make my existence known if you keep staring at me"

She turned around to see a few people passing by, a few waving or smiling at her. She'd return it and then return to talking to the air, "You didn't answer me though," she'd say.

"Found it"

"Wow, that was fast. Where is it?"

"...You'll probably get angry for what I'm about to do but it's the fastest way"

"Wait, what do you mean?" she asked quickly as her body was yanked away from the bench and launched into the air. She felt like she was being dragged away by a rope. She screamed as she flew through the air before being thrown against the side of a building.

She opened her eyes slowly, her back aching after falling to the ground. She looked up from behind the bushes that surrounded her to see if anyone was coming to see what was up, but no one seemed to notice. Mania poked her head out of her shoulder again and looked at her.

"You could have fucking told me!"

"If I did, you would have said no and we would have walked more"

Y/N groaned and stood up, "Are we even at the right place?"

She looked up to the wall of the building and read the name, it was. Mania commented on how it was faster than she was and was expecting a thank you. Y/N rolled her eyes and thanked it, getting up and cleaning herself up.

Quietly getting out of the plants, she speed walked away and out to find her classroom now. Before Mania could tell its idea again, Y/N put a finger to her lips.

——

Y/N finished her first day of college after nearly five hours of classes. It didn't go as planned because Mania was occasionally whispering in her ear. It would ask on how long class would last and whether they could go in search of its next meal. As a result, Y/N had to write notes on her notes in order to communicate with Mania.

Aside from that, Y/N was now late for work. She wasted time by getting lost on campus and trying to find her way out. This resulted in her missing the bus and nearly having an anxiety attack. She was now attempting to run the next four blocks before her shift began in ten minutes.

Her legs were burning as she pushed herself to keep moving. Her chest heaved as she tried to catch her breath. Passers-by would simply stare at her as she was a gasping mess. If it was cold before, it was no longer so because she was sweating.

"At this rate, you aren't going to have the energy to work"

"Shut up..." She breathed out, wiping her forehead with the sleeve of her coat.

"Let me help you"

"Last time you helped me, I almost got a concussion"

"This time you won't, I promise"

Mania sounded genuine, which surprised Y/N. She paused for a moment, taking in the distance she still had to cover. She'd be late because of the numerous traffic lights that would keep her waiting until it was her turn to cross the street. She reluctantly allowed Mania to help her.

Mania instructed her to go into an alley without anyone seeing. Y/N walked into one and hid beside a dumpster, looking around if everything was clear.

"Ready?"

Y/N took a breath in and shrugged, "I guess"

Mania then transformed Y/N into the same black figure from the store. Mania ducked to make sure no one was nearby before piercing its claws into a nearby building. It launched itself up and landed on the roof of the same building.

It then started running, jumping from one facility to the next. It kept doing so, and the people below didn't seem to notice. In Y/N's opinion, she appeared to be on one of those rollercoasters with many ups and downs. It was actually rather enjoyable for her to just jump in the air and not see anyone be eaten. Especially since Mania knew exactly what it was doing and would not let them die from fall damage. So her stress was low and she was able to sit back.

She wouldn't tell Mania, or perhaps it already knew, but Y/N had taken a liking to it. Even if it's only been two days since she has been able to communicate with it. A part of her is relieved that she has someone or something to talk to when she is alone, even if it means that same thing not wanting to be a part of her social life.

The building of the museum came into view and Mania jumped onto the roof. A loud thud occurred and Y/N felt her body cringe, knowing that it was heard from inside.

She was right, Steven and the rest of the staff heard it. They exchanged glances, and some speculated on what it could have been. Some speculated that it could have been a pipe exploding or something. Others speculated that it could have been the monster from the news.

Donna who was unfortunately by Steven began to talk to him, "Did you hear what happened at the Poundland by Sterling? Crazy things are happening around here, ever since those Avengers defeated Thanos"

“Yeah, I think everyone has heard” Steven said in an uninterested tone.

"Honestly, you'd think they'd gotten rid of all extraterrestrial life here on Earth, but no, now we have to deal with all this crap," Donna says as she leans against the counter.

"Technically, we are also seen as extraterrestrials by other extraterrestrials," he pointed out, which Donna rolled her eyes at.

"I forgot all about your attitude, hope your niece lost hers in the week you two were away. Speaking about her, where is she? She usually arrives on time, but it's almost 3 o'clock," she checks her watch.

This made Steven nervous, especially after the previous conversation about the monster from yesterday. Y/N was usually early because she was always worried about being late. Perhaps her last class lasted longer than it should have. Maybe there was traffic. It was probably some reasonable, normal thing that occurred.

Or perhaps that black slimy creature chose to specifically attack the bus she was riding on. Maybe she was already on her way here when that thing took her. She most likely tried to use her powers but they didn't work, so she called for help but no one answered. He didn't respond. He wasn't there. He should have been. 

All these thoughts were freaking Steven and Marc out.

“Relax, I’m sure she’s fine…..try calling her”

Steven quickly pulled out his phone, ready to dial her number, until he heard someone run into the museum.

“I’m here!” Y/N slid inside and came to a halt.

"Look here, it's the long-lost gremlin." JB teased, and Y/N walked by him, flipping him off.

Steven sighed in relief and put his phone back into his pocket, “Glad you made it on time, thought you might have gotten lost on the way”

“Technically we did”

"Uh, yeah, I kinda got lost, then I missed the bus, and then I had to run all the way over here," she said as she straightened her clothes and combed her hair.

Steven approaches her and pulls a feather from her hair, "I see, did you happen to run into a flock of birds?" He chuckles.

“Probably...”

In reality, while she and Mania were on the roof, they landed near a nest of baby birds. Awestruck by the sight, Y/N approached them and cooed at them. That was until their mother arrived and began trying to pluck her eyes out. As a result, she has a feather in her hair.

Of course, she couldn’t tell Steven this since she would also have to explain how she ended up there.

-

The day went on, and the two continued to work their shifts. They didn't get any training for obvious reasons, and Donna just wanted the pile of work to be done. Y/N and Steven were a little rusty at first, misplacing things or not understanding how to use the cash register. That was quickly resolved, and they both worked quickly.

Aside from actually working, their predictions about the rest of the staff and their opinions were correct. There would be whispers about both of their "manic episodes" and how crazy runs in the family. Steven would be concerned about Y/N, but she would laugh it off, pointing out how, despite the fact that they are unrelated, they are living in people's minds for free.

"Not to burst your bubble, but don't you gossip about others behind their backs?" Steven inquired.

Y/N would give him a half-lidded look, "You taking sides now? Besides, you would talk shit about people all the time"

It was dark outside now and most of the visitors were gone. The museum's lights gradually went out, leaving only the gift shop's lights on. The two were almost finished with their tasks and were eager to get home and rest. Steven was finishing up inventory on a clipboard while Y/N gathered all the scattered items.

"I believe that is it for today, you almost done?" He clicked his pen and placed it on the holder of the clip.

She nodded and straightened out a stack of fact cards on a shelf. "Let's go ahead and clock out. I was thinking we could stop for food on the way?"

"That sounds like a good idea" Steven smiled.

Donna interrupted their conversation while carrying two boxes stacked on top of each other "I have bad news for you two. These have just arrived, and I need you two to put them on display for tomorrow. This includes taking inventory."

"But our shift is almost over" Y/N crossed her arms.

"Almost, meaning you have time. Either way, you two will be paid for the extra hour. So take advantage of that” She placed the boxes on a table and then walked away, leaving the two exhausted bodies standing there.

Y/N groaned, "Fucking piece of shit, I swear”

Using the scissors from the counter, she aggressively tore through the tape that sealed the boxes. Steven avoided trying to calm her down because he knew it would irritate her even more.

Inside the boxes were both cardboard displays that needed to be assembled with a sheet of how the end piece was supposed to look. Plus the new items were many jewelry pieces with hieroglyphics engraved on fake gold. Some of the jewelry pieces were necklaces, rings, and earrings.

Y/N double-checks the sheet to see how the display should look. It turns out that she needs to build a whole shelf, which includes putting every single jewelry piece in its proper place. To make the display more visually appealing.

It appears to be tedious work, but she does not dwell on it. She takes one piece and then another, putting them together but discovering they don't fit. She reaches for another piece, but it, too, does not fit.

"I think it's this one" Steven hands her a navy rectangle shape.

It was a match when she held it up to the other piece. She thanks him and continues to try to get everything set up.

Steven counts the packages and records them on his clipboard. Although it may appear simple, he must also write down the item number of each jewelry set after counting how many there are. So this is also exhausting work, and at this point he is scribbling whatever comes to mind.

After about ten minutes of trying to keep the pieces together, Y/N throws them down on the table. "Bro, God fucking dammit! Esta pinche-!" With frustration, she groans and bangs her fist on the table.

She now understood how Marc felt after trying to put together the constellation map back at the desert.

"Don't strain yourself," he says sympathetically, "just finish inventory and we'll deal with this cardboard situation."

She nods and he continues to work on his task. He notices that there is no blue ink coming out of his pen as he writes. He tries again and again, but nothing comes out. He shakes it, but nothing happens. He walks over to the counter to see if there are any more pens, but there are only pencils.

He couldn't just change the color pattern on the sheet, so he asks Y/N if she has one. She raises her head from the table after studying the image of the display.

"Don't have one...but I think JB has some" she grimaces.

"Great, let's see if he doesn't do that thing where he hands me one and just as I'm about to grab it, he pulls it away," Steven groans.

"Good luck" she sings.

Once he leaves, Y/N continues trying to put the display up but she is starting to lose patience. It seems like Mania is too.

"I am tired of this, let me do it"

Y/N's elbows to hands are covered in black goo, and they begin working quickly. She sees the shelf on the table being built and soon enough, finished in the blink of an eye.

"What the fuck? You did that fast" Y/N is taken aback.

"I memorize everything, but you're doing the rest"

Before Y/N can respond, Steven comes back.

"I finally got the pen. I was right about his move; it lasted about five minutes. Marc grew tired of it and fronted, grabbing it from his hands" As he got closer, he noticed the tall display on the table and his eyes widened slightly. "Wow! How did you finish it?"

"Eh, I got the hang of it. Anyways let's hurry cause I want to go home"

Steven nods, and the two start wrapping up their shift. He quickly finished the chart and began assisting Y/N in hanging all of the necklaces and such.

With the display and work ready for tomorrow, the two exit the museum and make their way to the bus stop.

"Do you still want to go eat?" Steven looks to Y/N who shakes her head.

"I don't know about you, but I kinda just want to go to sleep"

Steven agrees and they head straight home.

--

Y/N has returned to her apartment and is dressed in her oversized clothes, ready to sleep. She covers herself in her bed sheets after checking to see if the door is locked and her phone is plugged in.

"Since we are only working tomorrow, can we go and look for more bad guys?"

Y/N sighs, "Not really possible since were working almost the whole day"

"During break"

"That would be hard since we only get like thirty minutes. How about in the weekend?"

"No!"

"Jeez, alright alright! I'll see what we can do, are you sure humans are all you eat?"

"...I might have kept things out"

"Mania..."

"...I also eat this sweet thing that you humans call chocolate"

"…Are you saying we could have just bought chocolate instead?" She gave a deadpan look up at the ceiling, as if it were Mania.

"...Yes"

"I can't believe you, yet I do. We'll just get chocolate tomorrow, yeah?"

"Now!"

This time she sits up and asks, "What store is open at…" She takes out her phone and checks the time. "Twelve o'clock in the morning"

"The store down the street, I saw their times and they are open 24 hours, meaning forever!"

"...You're not gonna let me sleep huh?"

"Nope"

-

So there you have it. They arrived at the same store where Y/N had gone before meeting Mania. With that coincidence, she purchases various chocolate items, such as chocolate bars, chocolate chips, chocolate milk, and so on.

After they pay, the wind picks up, causing Y/N to zip up her hoodie. Despite her fuzzy pajama bottoms, the cold was getting to her.

As she walked down the block, she had a flashback to how she had walked the same route around the same time a while ago. Speaking of which, she notices a woman walking quickly in front of her. Behind her, it seemed like she was being followed by a group of men.

What the fuck?, Y/N thought to herself.

The woman then dashes into an alley. The same one where Y/N and Mania fused.

The men then follow behind, and Y/N feels her stomach move, as if her gut was telling her something terrible was about to happen. As she gets closer, she hears the same woman plead and cry.

"Bad guys right?" Mania growled

"...yup"

Y/N wanted to flee and pretend she hadn't heard anything, but the other part of her wanted to charge in and beat the crap out of those guys. Her feet moved by themselves, and she found herself a few feet away from the crowd. The guys surrounded the poor woman, making catcalls and such.

One of the guys notices Y/N and smiles, motioning for the others to approach her. "You want some too?" they all ask, with wide grins. The woman looks down, feeling guilty for involving Y/N in her situation.

She shakes her head, "Nah, just wondering how fucking pathetic y'all are"

They frown and approach her. One of them reaches out a hand to grab her, but a black tentacle wraps around his arm and snaps it.

The man screams as he looks down at his arm.

Mania snatches him up and swallows him. The others try to flee, but tentacles from the back grab them and pull them in.

One man looks up in terror as he witnesses all of his friends being devoured by the black creature known as Mania. Finished, Mania makes its way to the last man, a sharp grin on its face.

"You come near her again, in fact, you go anywhere in the city, preying on innocent people," Mania grabs the mans neck, "We will find you and eat both your arms and then both of your legs, then eat your face right off your head, do you understand?"

The man shakes his head and asks for mercy.

"Yes, so you will be this legless, faceless thing, won't you? Rolling down the street, like a turd, in the wind" Drool falls from Mania's mouth. "You feel me?"

"...What the hell are you?" The man asks.

The right half side of Mania's face peels back and reveals Y/N's. Black veins grip on the side of her face as she stares at the man.

"We, are Mania" a mixture of Y/N's and Mania's voice comes through. They both smile at the man and then Y/N's face is covered again in black goo.

"On second thought..."

"No, please"

Mania licks it's teeth before chomping down on the man. The woman from before stares in horror as she sees Mania finish the last of the men who tried to hurt her.

Y/N is transformed back and she cracks her neck, trying to relieve tension from the transformation. She looks over to the woman and raises her palm to show she won’t harm her, “It's okay, you're safe”.

She then walks away, grabbing the bag that held all the chocolate inside. The woman doesn't do anything but just stares at the teen walk away.

“That felt great”

“I mean yeah, you just filled your belly with bad guys dude” Y/N continues to walk down the block.

“Not that, I meant saving that woman”

Y/N blinks, “You liked helping her?”

“Yeah, we should do this more”

“You want to become heroes?” She said it in a joking way and cocked her head to the side.

“Yes! Let’s become heroes!” Mania yelled enthusiastically.

Y/N laughed, “Okay, okay. We can think about it at home”

They continued walking, the apartment building coming near view. That’s when something told her to look up. The same sense she felt at the glass pyramid at Mogart's.

On top of a building was a dark figure and all she could see was a pair of white glowing eyes. She paused and stared before it disappeared into the night.

“You saw that right?” She breathed out.

“Yup, bad guy?”

“…I don’t know”

She took one last look before she continued to make her way back to her apartment. She put her hood up and kept her eyes down.

Whoever it was, they didn’t seem to want to harm her. That’s what she hoped. They probably now knew who she was and what power she held, which scared her. She didn’t notice, but as she made her way home, that same person kept their eye on her from a distance.

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I’m sorry if it doesn’t make sense or it seemed rushed 😭

Also scenes i drew for more visuals ;)

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[jinx-on-mars-19xx]

The Wicked Spring

⚔️ All Previous Parts Here ⚔️

Dom x Colson (Yungblud x Machine Gun Kelly)

Warnings: ABO (knots, slick, mpreg), Viking/god Col, fae Dom, plot heavy chapter, scared boys, PTSD, evil returns, MF being awful, groping, trying to find alone time, interrupted fun, Cia running off, baby in danger (only for a moment), uncovered secrets, Dom getting sick, mentions of underage sex (Col's past), hurt/comfort ☠️ rating: mature/verging on explicit ☠️ shared ideas by @iamnotanearthlingmotherfucker 🖤

Nothing had changed exactly since Kol'son and Dom had found time for each other again but they had. The world didn't feel so overwhelming when they felt connected, the threat hanging over their heads didn't feel so immense. The siren had finally slept, passing out for so long that his husband had to resort to resting their babes against his chest just to keep them fed. It was strange but he was thankful to see his wife feeling calmer. It had been a few days and the boy had slept for at least one of them but it had been a week since the vampire had appeared and… nothing. Gods it was starting to get on Kol's nerves. He didn't like waiting around for trouble.

He'd finally convinced Dom to leave the bedroom and they'd left the children under Mod and Tom's care. Ciarán was running around their feet, still stuck in his wolf form but he was obviously happy to be free of their home. The Viking was glad to see his mate breathing fresh air and they felt clean and cuddly after a shared bath and a little fun. "I missed you ástin min." He sighed softly, wrapping his arm around his lover's shoulders. Thankfully Dom didn't take the statement wrong and instead smiled up at him, twining his fingers with his daidí's where they rest on his skin.

"I missed me too." The selkie huffed honestly before shaking his head. "But I missed you more. I didn't fink I could get tha' scared anymore. I don't know why I let 'em get in me 'ead like tha'. And now I've broken our son." He didn't mean to be so open but it was surprisingly easy with his husband. Who would have thought such a brute would have a big soft heart?

"You didn't break our son, look at him. He's happy. He's just being a good little alpha." The god wouldn't admit to worrying too, he hadn't seen his little boy's precious face in over a month and he couldn't convince him to shift back. He was sure if he could access the same power in himself he could force it, but he didn't want the kid traumatized. Cia was trotting in front of them, his tail wagging and his nose close to the ground. Honestly he was one of the cutest things the man thought he'd ever seen but that didn't mean he didn't miss his human form.

"He shouldn't feel like he needs to be. We got a bloody alpha already, he can calm 'is fluffy arse down! I don't want 'im growing up too fast." The fae whined, resting his head against his mate's chest as they strolled together.

"Damn straight. I don't think he can help it though. He feels our stress. Let's just hope Kiva and Quinny don't go this hard so young or we'll be overrun." The alpha teased, nuzzling his lover's hair.

"Oh gods no, I can't 'andle fhree teen alphas at the same time. I refuse." Dom giggled, shaking his head and half hiding against his daidí's chest. "'Ey yours at tha' point."

"Sure, as long as you raise the omegas. But it's cute you think I'm not breeding you again soon." The god's voice dropped to a growl and the fae shivered in his hold, almost tripping over himself. He was honestly surprised he hadn't felt the beginnings of his heat yet and that Kol hadn't already started teasing about whelping him. With that promise though they felt so much closer to their normal selves and it soothed something tight in Dom's chest. "Maybe make it an even ten?" Kol'son's hand disappeared from his shoulder and caressed it's way down his spine and the boy whimpered when that strong palm cupped his ass and squeezed.

The siren made a noise like a squeak but at the same moment their son barked and darted off for the tree line, shattering any play his parents were about to get up to. "Shite! Where'd he go?" The fae sighed, at first just from exasperation but when they lost track of the sound of his voice Dom felt nerves make his belly flip.

Kol'son's ears would have twitched if he were in his other form but as it was he tried to still himself and listen. His hand didn't move from it's bruising grip on his wife's ass, if anything he was hoping the pup would come right back and he could resume his attempt to fuck the fae against a tree but- "I can't hear him." He was focusing so hard on that one sense that he picked up the moment Dom's nerves turned to true anxiety when his heart started racing in his chest. He finally released the boy and pet gently up his back before letting go, ready to search out their son but they didn't have to.

"Hi daddy! Miss me?" A soft voice that was so sweet and fake it turned Kol's stomach sounded from the trees before she stepped into view, Cia tight in her hold.

The Viking couldn't help making a face and gagging at what she called him but it turned to a growl when he saw his little alpha. "Megna, put him down." He couldn't keep his voice level, he was honestly surprised he wasn't already ripping her throat out but he didn't want Ciarán to see him that brutal. Yet.

"Daidí-" Dom choked on his words, fear was clogging his throat and rage burning through his veins. His husband stepped in front of him but he couldn't help trying to peek around. He knew he shouldn't have let the babe leave their room. He knew he shouldn't have left.

'I've got it okay? When I tell you to run? Run.' The god's voice floated through his mind and he tried to nod but he couldn't leave their son. Sweat broke out over his skin, all his instincts telling him to do just that and escape but he couldn't. He wasn't sure why he felt that way anyway, he was always drawn to protect his young before himself.

"Aww but he's just so fluffy! Maybe I'll keep him as a pet." The bitch had the nerve to purr and Cia answered her with a snarl right next to her face. The pair couldn't help but feel pride but they knew she would just as soon hurt him as let him go. "Bad puppy. What else would I expect when the two of you are training him?" She huffed, rolling her eyes.

When the wolf went to nip her Kol could see her hand moving to slap his nose and he had to hold his wife back. He wasn't used to his own power and at times it scared him but he attempted to use it, snapping his fingers and praying the babe could escape. The moment happened so fast, almost a blink of an eye but he felt fur against his back and Megna was empty handed. Her bee stung lips pouted and her fox gaze landed on him like prey. 'Run.' He thought to his mate but before Dom could obey, a new voice echoed through the circle.

"I don't think so. Your mate shouldn't leave you alone with a woman, we all know how much a brute you are." It purred through the trees and the Viking furrowed his brow. Why did she sound so fucking familiar? The sound went straight through his body and he was ashamed at how his dick twitched. He thought he knew exactly who was talking, this was the god his mate had been promised to. But why did it feel like someone he'd always known?

Dom swallowed hard and pulled their pup close to his chest as he watched a goddess step up behind Megna. "Áine." He whispered, he couldn't help it. He knew who it was, he could feel it down to his bones that ached in her presence. Nothing about her felt kind or loving. He was honestly surprised she wasn't oozing black goo. He wouldn't bow to her though, he refused to show any respect for someone who could act as she did.

"Damhnaic. Don't worry, I don't want your alphas. I'll get you a puppy though Meg, would you like that?" The woman purred, kissing the human's cheek. She was- Dom supposed- objectively pretty, but not to him. He knew what that threat meant, she wanted their omegas but he'd fight to the death to protect them. Her dark eyes snapped to him, her lips curling in a smirk as she looked him up and down. He could see her entire form through the slip dress she wore but that was normal for his home. If he didn't know how disgusting they both were he might find them attractive but as it was… "You're sickened by us? You just thought that you would die for me, that doesn't sound like you're disgusted."

"I thought I would die to protect me kids from you! Do not mistake me mind when you steal fhoughts from it." The siren was surprised at himself but since his husband seemed to be frozen someone had to deal with them. "I'm sure someone else can bear ya children Áine, even Megna! Can't you jus' leave us alone? We won't come for you."

She laughed at that, a full throated deep sound that danced on his skin and gave him goosebumps. His heart leapt into his throat and choked him. "I don't think so sweet boy, she's human. Besides, you were made for me." Before he could take a breath she had vanished and appeared again in front of them, her hand outstretched to pet his cheek. "I don't like when my toys leave. Besides, she's already starting to bore me but I told her I'd get her revenge."

"Oh? And 'ow ya gonna do tha'? Kill us?" He spat, he swore he could feel his skin vibrating with her so close. His stomach was in knots and he felt nauseous. Even her scent smelled wicked. She should have smelled like fresh spring but instead she held the sickly sweet stench of decay. No wonder their land back home was dying, their goddess was turning bad.

"Of course not. She wanted you broken and Kol'son alone. I want you making me more omegas." She hummed, tilting her head as she glanced down at his belly before she finally looked to his husband. "I can do that so easily. Hello Kol, did you miss me boy?" She shifted her attention to him, her claws petting his cheek.

Kol'son bit his lip so hard he tasted blood. He wanted to shift and grab his family and run but he was frozen to the spot. He could feel his lover's confusion and he hated it. In his mind he was begging the universe she didn't say what he knew she was about to. They didn't hide anything from each other, he'd told his wife about his conquests but… there was no way he could fathom that. He knew it would break his queen's heart. "No."

"It's not nice to lie to your first love. Does your pretty little omega know I taught you everything you know about pleasing a woman?" The Viking growled, she was exaggerating but it didn't matter. As a boy she had taken his innocence and they'd shared an intense night together. He'd always thought about her but how could he know? How could he fucking have predicted this?

Dom felt dizzy, his head was swimming with thoughts he couldn't quell. This goddess had touched his lover before- before- oh gods had she seen his future? Did she know? His skin felt soaked in sweat and before he could stop himself he was stepping back and dropping to his knees to be sick. It wasn't that they'd slept together though, he wasn't that easily jealous or so simple to break. No, it was the fact he knew his poor husband had been so young and she was magic. Gods how long had she been torturing them both? And where were his parents?

"Meg sweetheart, take me somewhere to rest while we wait for the rest of our party? They'll arrive by boat soon. Kol, you should visit our bed later. If you think we had fun when you were young…" She winked, cupping his jaw with her claws and holding him still as shs forced a kiss against his lips. "You taste like bitch. My bitch. Yummy. How sad you've already ruined him. Now be a good puppy and welcome your in-laws. Remember, we're a visiting kingdom and you must be diplomatic." She purred, slapping his cheek but he kept from moving his head. He might not be able to speak against her yet but he wouldn't cower to her either.

Dom felt tears well his eyes as he heard the women disappear. His son was licking his cheeks and trying to soothe him but he felt mad with grief. The moment they were free the Viking dropped to kneel and tried to comfort his mate but he was scared to touch him. Maybe she had broken something between them. "I'm so sorry-" The siren choked out between sobs, throwing himself against the man's chest. "She 'urt you for me." He sniffled while the god just stared at him wide eyed. He'd been prepared to grovel for forgiveness. He'd remembered her mostly fondly all these years and he remembered telling Dom what an experience it had been. The first woman he'd bedded, the only pussy he'd been inside when not bleeding before his wife. He was so ready to say he was sorry but he didn't know how to handle the boy blaming himself. All he could do was shake his head and try to comfort his love and their son. Fuck he just wanted to get them home safely.

Author's Note/Tags: @hollywoodxwhore @jaxbreaker @manicpixiedreamb0y @cole-way-iero28 @iamnotanearthlingmotherfucker 🖤

Eep! A little angst and plot to spice up the story. Our boys are strong though! They can handle it. Just in case you were wondering, yes I'm picturing Halsey for Áine. I hope you're still enjoying the story! 🖤☠️

[kisaraslover]

Do you think Kisara has any hobbies besides sitting in Kaiba's lap?

Well i like to look at established Kisara to draw out more traits so first things first is the dragonic nature. I think Kisara deeply enjoys nature and solitude and sitting in the sun. I dont mean this like camping either, from ancient Egypt we see Kisara already has unusual resistance to exposure to elements, with something godly in her veins so i think she might be really zen watching birds to flowers to the sky and basking her place in all this. We all have a passing moments of "everything IS everywhere all at once, all is one, one is all" but i think it would be a constant presence in her. she swings between "oblivious to life weird ass woman" and "enlightened higher being" VIOLENTLY. Meditating would be grounding to her, in the opposite way to all other people meditating.

and then music. dragons are a kind of bird <3 dont look that up. i think Kisara has an uncanny aptness when it comes to music. one of those people who can pick up any instrument and play a simple tune on it. i dont think she has a remarkable singing voice at all though. embodies "people sing because they want to not because they are good at it" hums gently music she likes. if she tries to seriously sing along to a difficult song her voice cracks loserly. she laughs and continues yknow? its still Seto's favorite and if he catches sound of her humming before entering a room, he waits outside to listen for a couple secs. its his secret no one needs to know shhhh. ALSO the fic Paper Roses has piano player Kisara and the romance is served so well by Kisara giggling while placing Seto's hands on the right keys so.

making things with your hand is a very grounding practice for anyone struggling to stay in the moment and stay present and i just cant move past these very artistic but expensive looking hobbies from youtube shorts -tries not to cry about capitalism locking the public out of arts- so after getting that Kaiba Money she'd just go "i always wanted to try glass art btw" and seto goes "?????. thats. alright ok. go for it"

im really conflicted on many "hobbies" and what makes them hobbies but if we work with the basis "how you spend your day is how you spend your life" i think she'd really be the least online person. the activies above WOULD be very frequent but i think Kisara spends her most days, ironically enough, socializing. she'd be talking to employees (important business) or talking to employees (just chatting lol) out with friends of all kinds and trades, Mokuba and his friends or Seto and HIS friends, or most surreal one, Seto and HER friends. shes the kind of awkward person who listens more than they speak, with her own charms and difficulties, thankfully when you try enough you can find people you can get along with. very endearing on the line of strange, bringing out peoples protective sides which is why she would gather Mom Friends and Bossy Bitches and Protective Eldest Siblings faster than you can say her name. while i characterize both Kisara and Seto as kind of introverted, i think Kisara would be charged with a thirst to know and understand humanity (both result of godly roots and alienated youth) so if her luck turned around after meeting Seto i think she'd build quite the social circle, not even realizing how many people shes getting close to at first. Seto's socializing would be more acknowledging part of healing means creating support systems, opening up to people -to whatever extent he can- surrounding himself with people who he cares about and who care about him in return, and definitely less easier than her collecting friends.

SO YEAH! sorry for the LONG ASS reply, i think Kisara is adopted by many Extroverts and on the time off she goes into her workshop does fuck all (DEF made a wooden dildo to see Seto's reaction. mokuba laughed his ass off thinking it would perplex him. he took one look at it and said its a pathetic cock and he could nude model for her. no ones laughing now.....)