#i don’t know what the spelling is on this

[my-castles-crumbling]

excuse - jegulus microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse - word count: 308

“....and then you add the powdered beetle eyes and-” Slughorn was cut off in the middle of his speech, as a folded, purple and gold paper airplane flew swiftly in front of him and hovered at eye-level. 

Students all around the room murmured, knowing that only teachers knew the spell to send notes like that.

After opening the letter, Slughorn looked over to Regulus, who felt himself blush. “Professor Dumbledore needs you in his office, Mister Black,” Slughorn said mildly. “You’re excused from class.”

Regulus tried not to panic as the whispers got louder. What had he done? Fuck, had his parents done something so horrible he needed to be told right away? Had Dumbledore finally found out about the time in fourth year when he and Barty-

“Now, Mister Black!” Slughorn said, voice more firm.

Heart pounding, Regulus grabbed his bag and walked out of the room, ignoring Barty and Evan’s wolf-whistles. But as soon as he made his way down the corridor, he nearly ran into James Potter, who was leaning casually against the wall, arms crossed, looking far too attractive for his own good.

“I don’t have time for this, Potter,” Regulus muttered, knowing he was taking his stress out on James. “I have to go see–”

“Dumbledore?” James asked cheekily.

Regulus paused. “How do you–?”

James waved his wand, another purple paper airplane materializing, moving forward in front of Regulus’s face. Confused and a little flummoxed, Regulus opened the paper.

Skive off class with me? James x

Half annoyed and half impressed, Regulus grinned while rolling his eyes. “You nearly gave me a heart attack,” he murmured, trying not to show James his happiness.

But warm hands wrapped around him and he couldn’t help but melt into the embrace. “Let me make it up to you, yeah?” James whispered into his ear.

“You’d better.”

[sterredem]

“boyfriend”

Sabrina carpenter x fem!driver!reader

Face claim Pinterest girls, alessi rose

Summary Y/n is obsessed with Sabrina and the internet notices…

Warning hate, spelling mistakes, not proofread

A/N this is for a request, my other Sabrina post getting 900 notes and my one year anniversary on tumblr!!

This was a request!

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Yourusername My girlfriend is so boyfriend coded tho @.SabrinaCarpenter

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SabrinaCarpenter yes… i guess??

Yourusername yes

User1 so true

GracieAbrams cuties

User2 We love a fangirl girlfriend

User3 so hothorhot tho

User4 😍😍😍

User5 I don’t know if I want her or if I want to be her

User6 I love them with all my heart

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Yourusername I love seeing my favourite girl on stage! Also got arrested by said girl!

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Chappelroan You and your favourite girl need to see me soon!!

Yourusername I’ll make sure if it!!

Taylorswift My children🥰🥰

Landonorris don’t you have a job??

User7 they’re both so hotttt

User8 simp much

User9 idk if it was planned but I love that the Australia concert and the gp was in the same week but a few days earlier! It’s like they planned it

User10 I think y/n said that Sabrina had plannned a few shows around the f1 calendar so that she could attend the concerts and that Sabrina could go to races

User9 Omg that’s so cute tho!!!!

User11 They are so precious to me

User12 I would feel so uncomfortable if my partner did a concert with so many sexual things, like where’s her self respect and the respect for the relationship??

Yourusername the respect is in trusting each other and no, I don’t feel uncomfortable because my girlfriend is a literal goddess that I worship and everyone should

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No but all jokes aside, Australia you were great, got some points and were ready for next week!

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Sabrinacarpenter And you’re amazing at both!!

Yourusername You know it!!

User13 best rookie this year tbh

User14 Y/n sure is a busy woman

Laufey You’re the only reason I watch cars go in circles

Yourusername I’m glad to be your only reason

User15 💪💪

User16 Fav driver ever

User17 Red bull dominance for Y/n!!

User18 I love her obsession with her girlfriend

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Sabrinacarpenter I always love Australia!!🇦🇺

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Yourusername I’m in love

Yourusername pretty

Yourusername hot

Yourusername foaming at the mouth

User19 you do realise this is public right?

Yourusername yeah… I know

Oliviarodrigo Cuties

User20 is that f1 I see??

User21 Because of the country or the people?

User22 I think cause the concert and race

User23 They are both obsessed with each other

User24 one a bit more than the other…

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User26 she looks so good tho

User27 icon

User28 If this is her clapping back at the people saying that Y/n is being creepy than that is iconic

User29 Seeing this after seeing that Y/n got p3 really makes you think that Sabrina is her lucky charm

User30 I can’t breath

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SabrinaCarpenter My Y/n is the most amazing, beautiful and amazing person I know, and it hurts me deeply to see what people are saying about her. She may show more of our love online and she may come and support me more than I do with her, but that does not mean anything. Y/n is a very affectionate person and she loves to show that to the world, and with both of our life’s we sometimes take more pleasure in seeing each other out of the public eye rather than in there. So what people are saying about the love of my life in insane and they should not comment on our personal life.

And to my dear Y/n, you are the absolute best thing in my life, I love you sososo much and happy 1 year anniversary my angel

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Oliviarodrigo you guys don’t deserve that! Happy anniversary!

Taylorswift you all are literal angels🥰 ignore the haters and happy one year!!

Conangrey forever on you guys side! Have an amazing day!!

Jennaortega You all desire the world! Happy 1 year and love you forever!

Landonorris I can’t believe that people would say such awful things! I hope you all are okay!

Chappelroan if anyone ever says anything bad about you guys again lmk I’ll handle it! Also happy anniversary to many more year!!

Billieilish I’m literally obsessed with you guys, happy anniversary and don’t listen to the haters

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Yourusername My beautiful, lovely, most amazing Sabrina Carpnter. I love you so much and I can’t express in words how much. Thank you to all that you have done for me this year, and I hope that there will be many more to come!

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SabrinaCarpenter i love you so much too you don’t even know

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[stagkingswife]

What I've Done Instead of Shadow Work

This is going to be the last thing I say on the topic of shadow work, because, honestly I'm getting bored of the subject and would rather go back to talking about spirit work, or spells, or any of the many other subjects that I care a thousand times more about. Some folks seem to be hearing “I refuse to do any introspection” when I say "I have never and will never do shadow work". I have done lots of introspection, I've done therapy that follows evidence based practices, I just see no reason do try and guide myself through a method of therapy with little to no scientific evidence. But in case anyone's curious, or wants some tips, here's what I've done instead! Mindfulness exercises: I love mindfulness exercises that train you to think about your thoughts, but not judge them. Consistent mindfulness practice has really helped me become more aware of my internal thought processes, what I get hung up on, what I struggle with, what emotions I’m feeling and what caused them.

The Artist Way & Embrace Your Weird: These are both self help books for creative folks with a heavy emphasis on journaling and self expression. I found both of these helpful in different ways when I felt like I was struggling with creative burnout or felt like I was stuck in the daily grind of my day job.

Journaling: I keep multiple journals! One is a commonplace book that I fill up with on the spot thoughts, quotes, song lyrics, etc. just stuff I want to remember. The other I write in every morning when I first wake up, a continuation of the morning pages from the Artist’s Way, to just unpack and process whatever going on in my head.

Therapy: Actual real therapy with a licensed professional. I specifically see a pain psychologist because most of what we focus on is the impact my chronic pain has on my and developing healthy coping mechanisms for that.

I think what gets a bee in my bonnet the most about the few negative reactions I’ve gotten on this topic is that these folks seem most concerned about the trauma and “inner demons” aspects of shadow work. There’s always something about how dangerous or unhealthy it is for me or even those around me for me to have not delt with my trauma via shadow work. I don’t like that they presume to know my life and mental health history without having ever spoken to me. And I really don’t like the insistance that everyone has the same kind of trauma that needs to be healed in the same way.

[clairebonnefoy]

Merlin and Arthur get trapped in a room and the only way to leave is if they tell the truth

Merlin pressed his palm into a brick and the wall opened, revealing a weirdly empty corridor. Merlin could feel the magic coming from there and knew they were close. But it wouldn’t be so easy; something was protecting it, he knew.

      Arthur started to walk carefully into the corridor, and Merlin noticed the stone walls would close just where he was. Without thinking twice, he jumped at Arthur, making them both fall into the corridor, just as the wall closed once again, looking like it had never been opened.

      “Are you all right?” He asked, worried.

      “I’m fine,” Arthur said, pushing Merlin from over him and getting up, blushing.

      “No need to be so rude” Merlin mumbled, knowing Arthur was probably embarrassed that he needed to be saved.

      “We’re locked here,” Arthur said, pushing the wall tentatively. Merlin closed his eyes and tried to feel a way to open it again, but the magic seemed keen on keeping them there.

       Arthur banged on the door, calling for Gwaine and Lance, to no avail.

      Merlin took the chance to mutter a spell to see if he could overpower the magic, but nothing happened. The enchantment that trapped them there was too ancient and too strong.

      Suddenly, golden words appeared on the door opposing the one they entered.

      May the truth guide your path

      May the secrets which are guarded deep be set free

      “What’s that supposed to mean?!” Arthur asked, frustrated.

      “I think we must tell the truth,” Merlin said, and Arthur looked at him as if he was dumb.

      “I understood that” he deadpanned.

      “Maybe… maybe one of us has to tell our deepest secret,” Merlin said. Arthur kept looking at him.

      “Well?”

      “What?”

      “Go on. Tell your secret. Let’s see if it works”

      “Why don’t you tell your secret?” Merlin asked, accusingly.

      “I’m the prince! You obey me”

      “What if my secret is worse than yours?” Merlin asked, a bit of irritation sipping into his voice.

      “Like your secret could be interesting at all” Arthur retorted, but Merlin knew he was curious. “Anyway, you are my servant; you can’t keep secrets from me. You don’t even know how to keep secrets!”

      “You would be surprised”

      Arthur narrowed his eyes.

      “Go on, then. Prove to me that you were able to keep a secret from me all this time”

      Arthur was baiting him, he knew. But arguing would lead to nothing. One of them would have to tell their deepest secret, or else they would be trapped there forever.

      Merlin hated this place.

      He took a deep breath and looked at Arthur. If he was forced to tell his secret, it would be on his terms.

      “First, I need you to know that all I did, all I am, is for you. What I'm going to tell you, I was born with it, because it is my destiny to use it to help you unite Albion and become the great king you are destined to be”

      Arthur blushed, looking even more curious.

      “Stop blabbing, Merlin, and spill it!”

      All right.

      “I have magic”

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[wainawtmai]

tags: fluff, 18+, blowjobs, semi-public sex, lots of lipstick, satoru wears elf lip shimmer don't take it up with me take it up with gege

✧˖*° thinking about going to sephora with satoru...

“this one’s cute on you, ‘toru.” You hum, spreading the elf shimmer across his pink lips. They pull up in an endearing smirk, and you couldn’t help smiling yourself, it was unfair how pretty he was.

“really? What shade is it?” He lifted your hand to read the shade on the bottle, the pristine skin of the back of his hand covered in multicolored lipstick and eyeshadow swatches. 

you squish his cheeks together, his glossed lips pursing as you cock your head, “I like this one, ‘think I’ll get it too.” 

“yeah?” Satoru’s arms circle your waist as he pulls you in closer, pressing his lips to yours in a messy and unecessary kiss and you're sure people are staring. you’re breathless when he pulls away, smiling down at you innocently, “looks good on you.” 

you glance at a nearby mirror, “god, you’re such a perv.” You swipe at the residue across your upper lip and press your lips together, “but you’re right, should we match babe?” 

satoru nuzzles his face into your neck as he smirks at you in the mirror, “i dunno, it kinda looks better on me.” 

“does it?” 

“mhm, I mean if I walk out of the store like this there will be a mob.” He presses a kiss to your neck, arms still circled around your hips, “you already have a hard enough time with me as is, baby, I wouldn’t want to give you any more trouble.” he gives you a ridiculous pout in the mirror and you flick him in the forehead, pulling yourself from his grasp, and sauntering to another isle. 

you’re scrutinizing a wine colored Dior lipstick when Satoru totters after you, holding your already full basket of makeup. “That’ll look pretty on you.” He muses, eyeing a YSL burgundy colored lipstick before tossing it in the cart, “Ooh, and that one.” He grasps another violet lipstick beside it, “this one too.”

“really? B-But I’m scared you’ll outshine me.” You say with faux sadness and satoru chuckles. 

“i know, baby, not everyone can look this good.” He lilts arrogantly and you pinch his cheek, laughing as he winces. 

you glance back down at the red lipstick in your hand, scrutinizing the label, “Hm, says this is transfer and water proof. But I feel like they always lie.” 

“really?” He says, hands finding their way around your waist once again, you can see his grin in the mirror, the one you know spells trouble, "Let’s buy it and test it out then.” satoru murmurs into your ear.

you shake your head shamefully at him and place the red lipstick in the cart...But there’s already a smile pulling at your lips, “You’re right, we can also try out the other one’s as well.” 

✰

“seems Dior doesn’t disappoint.” You murmur, glancing at your lips in your compact mirror. The lipstick hadn't budged one bit, still perfectly dark red and in place upon your lips.

satoru on the other hand…“You look soo prettyy, baby.” He slurs, completely overstimulated cheeks, flushed and eyes lidded. “Red is your color, girl.” You laugh at his delirium and he giggles in response, brushing a trembling across your painted lips. 

“thanks, babe,” You smile, pressing a kiss to his thumb, “Let’s check one more time, you know I like to be sure about my makeup.” 

satoru’s eyes widened despite the stiffness quickly returning to his spent cock, “I-I don’t think I can anymore, baby.” He tries, giving you a nervous smile.

“c’monn, this was your idea, 'toru.” The second satoru handed his black card to the cashier at sephora, the two of you sauntered across the mall to a department store, with striped black and white bags in hand (or more in satoru's hands), and grabbed a random article of clothing before piling into the dressing room. That was only what, three orgasms ago..?

“and it’s already hard for me.” You murmured, stroking his cock in your warm grasp, acrylic nailed-fingers slick with his cum. “You don’t want to help me anymore, baby?” You asked with furrowed eyebrows, your red lips down in a pout, and fuck he couldn't refuse you when you look at him like that. 

“i-I do, it’s just—ah” You don’t give him a chance to finish as you take him into your mouth again, his thick length slowly disappearing into your lucious red lips. Satoru gives a nervous laugh, moaning at the feeling of your perfect tongue sliding along his c. “Fuuuck, baby.”

it doesn’t help that you’re making little moans in the back of your throat as you do it, the little vibrations sending tingles throughout his whole body and he has to remind himself he can’t be loud. 

you pull off him with a sigh, lips shiny with his pre but still so gorgeously red, “You gotta be rough with me, 'toru, c’mon. I know you love fucking my mouth.” 

if he wasn’t so fucked out he’d give a snide reply, but he doesn’t understand how he hasn’t passed out as you fasten your lips around him again. He’s whimpering as you deep throat him, then sifting his fingers through your hair and forcing you down on his cock, whining a little at the surprised sound you make as you slightly choke on him. 

tears are springing to your eyes now and you’re struggling to breath, but there’s a thrill in that, you’re sure your panties are drenched and you’re dripping all over the floor of this department store changing room. Satoru’s practically drooling as he moans and whimpers, his words all gibberish as he sloppily fucks your throat. And then he pushes you down to the base, your nose nestled in his soft pubic hair as he empties his load down your throat. Somehow that makes you moan louder than he does. 

you ignore the urge to overstimulate him further, pulling off his softening cock and pressing a kiss to his stomach, “good job satoru," you coo, "you’re so good for me.” 

he pulls you up and into a kiss, much less messy than the one that got the two of you in here, more lazy and loving. When you pull away, you rub your thumb along satoru’s pink lips, not a trace of red in sight. “What the fuck is this stuff made of?” You murmur and satoru chuckles, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

“what are you made of, you almost killed me, girl!"  

you laughed, “Hey, you started it.” He pressed another kiss to the side of your lips, then your neck, then kneels down in front of you, his blue eyes twinkling as he looks up at you. You card your fingers through his hair as you smile down at him.

“and I’ll finish it too." he lilts.

and they got banned from the department store.

[fangirlmermaid]

Once Your mine

Summary: Someone from your past kept their promise

Pairing: Wanda x fem!reader

warning: kidnapping, bondage, breeding, breeding kink? Dark!Wanda, sexual content mentioned, spelling and punctuation mistakes.

author notes: I'm thinking about writing a part 2, so let me know if you guys are down for one. This is also kinda long. lightly proofread

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Wanda had to leave you behind. She was afraid she would hurt you with her new power But she promises she will come back for you, so the two of you can live the life you always talk about.

You were in the Hex, and your role was the sarcastic babysitter of Billy and Tommy. Once Wanda and Vision started fighting, you started showing up more, taking care of her and the boys.

Wanda grew closer to you…became more protective. She was gentle with you. The pain she shared only lighten up with you.

One night Vision stormed out, Wanda drunk dialed you and of course, having control over you you came running to her. After you put the boys to bed and thanks to that sitcom cliche you and Wanda hooked up.

A night you still think about. Not that you would tell anyone that. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Your eyes looked around the unfamiliar room.

What the?

The last thing you remember was watching a bad reality show and drinking wine. Trying to unwind from a stressful day at work.

You tried to get up from the bed but found it difficult to. You noticed silk ropes that tied your feet to the bars at the end of the bed. You were handcuffed to the headboard bars. The handcuff was fuzzy, clearly whoever kidnapped you didn’t want you to be uncomfortable or harmed by the restraints. 

You lifted your head to look out the window hoping to see someone but you don’t see anyone. All you saw was trees. 

You began to tug against your restraints, panic ran through your whole body as you heard footsteps getting closer. A weak whimper escaped from your lips when nothing would come undone.

The door creaked open, you shoved your face into your arm. Your heart felt like a jackhammer against your chest.

“Hello, Detka,” a familiar voice said

Your blood ran cold

You turned your head and you found Wanda standing in the door frame. She was smiling at you softly, her eyes full of love.

The memories of being a prisoner of her hex flashed in your mind. How scared you felt, how powerless you were.

“No, no princessa. Happy thoughts,” Wanda ordered in a soft tone as she walked towards you. Wanda's hand glowed red, and with the swish of her wrist, she brought you back to that night with Wanda.

You remembered how gentle she was with you as if you would break under her touch. Her delicate kisses all over your hot skin, the way her soft hands played with your hard nipples, the way her tongue would feel against your folds. The sight of Wanda with your cum dripping from her chin, the hunger in her eyes. 

“I’ve missed you” Wanda smiled her fingers brushing through your hair, and you tried to pull away from her touch. Wanda placed a sweet kiss on your cheek.

“Welcome home, Detka” Wanda mumbled brushing your hair behind your ear. Your wide eyes looked at Wanda, What?! You fought harder against your restraints you had to get out of here.

You were on the verge of tears, Wanda made you face her, she petted your cheeks “Shhhh, Detka. You’re safe” she assured. The tears ran down “P-please Wanda. L-let me go” You begged.

“After I bring them back, we’ll have the life we’ve always talked about” Wanda mumbled. Back in the hex you and Wanda would always talk about her leaving Vision, and moving into a cottage in the middle of the woods with the boys…with you. It made your heart flutter but it had to be because you were under her control, right?

“W-what do you mean?” You wondered, you squirmed when Wanda pulled your boxer shorts down to your hip. Wanda rested her hand just below your spaghetti crop top “I’m bringing our boys back” Wanda explained rubbing your stomach, you knit your eyebrows together.

How? Her boys were a part of her imagination. They weren’t real.

Wanda pinched your hip hard making you yelp “They were real Detka” Wanda grumbled her dark eyes glaring at you, the fear in your eyes made Wanda's soft smile return “They’re out there, I feel it” Wanda softly spoke.

Wanda placed a delicate kiss on your forehead “Don’t worry…you’ll do a great job carrying them, Princessa” Wanda assured placing her forehead against yours. It felt like all the air was sucked out of your lungs, and you started to squirm “I know you're scared, but I promise I will be there for you every step of the way” Wanda promised. The darkhold appeared in front of her “N-No! P-please Wanda p-please!” You begged tears running down your cheeks.

Wanda used her powers just to calm you down basically to the point were you were on the verge of sleep. For the spell to work she needed you calm and relaxed, she feels horrible that she had to use her powers on you; she promised herself that she wouldn’t. “I’m sorry, Ditka. It’ll be over soon. It won’t be painful,” Wanda assured, your body was too heavy to move. You don’t know if it was her powers making you nod or your delirious state.

Wanda’s eyes glowed red, one hand spun her red orb around your stomach while her other hand dragged her red orb from the ceiling to your stomach two times…for the twins. Wanda smiled when two babies glowed red in your stomach.

At first, it didn’t hurt, then Wanda threw her hands up and your stomach started to grow. You threw your head back groaning in pain; it felt like intense period cramps. Your knuckles turned white from gripping the bars too tightly, your eyes darted down making you gasp; your stomach was huge. The pregnancy problems have already begun to set in.

Your back was hurting.

Your boobs were sensitive and big.

Your pelvic bone was screaming.

And you were craving the strangest things.

To the normal eye you looked about five months pregnant and you thought that would be enough to make Wanda happy but it wasn’t. Wanda grew needy and impatience, she wanted to see how much of a good girl you would be, how far you would let her grow her children inside of you. Far enough that your water would break right now?

Your stomach felt so tight “Wanda p-please…t-t-t-to ti-ight” softly pleaded closing your eyes, Wanda stopped. Wanda brushed the bead of sweat off your forehead “You did so well, my love. You’re my good girl aren’t you?” Wanda mumbled before placing a soft kiss on your forehead, your back arched off the bed when she called you a good girl must’ve been some side effect from the hex.

Your eyes snapped open when you felt movement, you looked down and gasped at the sight of your nine-month pregnant belly. You start to squirm when your stomach starts to move again, Wanda lightly chuckled at you before moving her attention towards your stomach. Wanda placed a hand on your stomach and the movement stopped “Look they remember me” Wanda grinned glancing at you, It’s crazy how is this even possible?

Wanda was an inch away from the bump; you tried to move it away but the thing was too fucking heavy and Wanda’s calming spell still had a hold on you. Wanda pressed a feather-like kiss on your stomach “Welcome home Billy and Tommy” Wanda whispered before placing another kiss.

Wanda sat at the foot of the bed just admiring you…how fucking beautiful you look carrying her boys. Seeing you with a bump and knowing that she was responsible for that. It made her want to breed you forever, if you’ll let her “You look fucking gorgeous carrying my children. Maybe I should breed you more often” Wanda smirked her dark eyes gazing at your sleepy figure. Tears ran down your cheeks “P-please Wanda” you whispered on repeat.

Wanda stood up, placed a blanket on you before she walked towards the door “Get some sleep Detka. I’ll make you some food when you wake up. It can be anything you want…I love you” Wanda blew three kisses before closing the door behind her.

You gasped as you felt the boys move in your stomach again, and you began to sob uncontrollably “P-please someone h-help me. A-anybody ple-ease” your voice weakly spoke not even a mouse could hear you.

You lay there crying your heart out.

[comicarc]

𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐌𝐞, 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐌𝐞 𝐍𝐨𝐭 (𝐈𝐈)

•──✮ masterlist ✮──•

> Main Continuity Mark Grayson/Reader > y/n makes a lot of discoveries, some good and some bad as she officially starts working with Teen Team 【 wc: 2298 】

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Mark Grayson had powers. Mark Grayson was the new guy. Mark Grayson was sitting injured at the foot of his father’s hospital bed. y/n had no idea what to feel–betrayed by the fact that Mark never mentioned such a monumental change in his life or empathetic to the fact that he needed medical attention immediately. Frozen in place, lips slightly parted, y/n was deciding how to approach the situation when Debbie ran past her to hug her son. They both shed tears in each other’s embrace as y/n watched.

Taking a shaky breath she took a seat at the bench on the other side of Nolan’s hospital bed, back facing the Graysons her head hung low so her tears would be unseen. She silently wept, holding a tissue she had found in the corner of her eye so the salty water wouldn’t stream past her waterline. It was a plethora of emotion she released through her tears. She was trying to forget the literal pain emitting from her bruised body, just as much as she was trying to extinguish the anguish of having to lie to Mark about her own powers. She couldn’t tell him yet, for a promise was a promise. 

A while had passed before silence crept back into the recovery room. Debbie had stepped out to grab some food for the three of them, while Mark paced back and forth, now realizing what he had brushed off before. He should have told her he’d gotten powers, he’d even promised she’d be the first to know at one point, so why didn’t he? 

Mark tried to reason his actions before apologizing to y/n. “I thought things would be different if I told you, and the last thing I needed was more change–”  

“–What? You thought I wouldn’t be excited? Or that maybe I wouldn’t like you anymore cause you’re different? You know you couldn’t have hidden it from me for long, I would have found out eventually. So what exactly would be different Mark, other than me knowing?” y/n retorted with a whisper yell for she feared her voice would have broken midway through her sentence with all the crying she had done. 

“I–I just thought if you didn’t know, then you’d be safe from…” Tears welled in his eyes as he turned his gaze from y/n’s back to his father. “...this.” His voice broke as he finished.

Standing from her place, y/n made it to Mark’s side and hugged him, drowning in his reciprocated embrace. “Don’t worry Mark, I can take care of myself just fine.”

Mark chuckled, wrapping a hand around y/n’s waist. He noticed her wince ever so slightly at the touch but shrugged it off as a result of his super strength. He needed to do better, be better to help stop threats like the aliens, and protect his loved ones from himself. So he decided his first priority would be to get some lessons from a reliable and relatable superhero: Atom Eve.

“How about we get out of here, have some ice cream, and watch some trashy reality TV with your mom?” y/n suggested, hoping it would give Mark some much-needed laughter. 

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“Cecil?” He’d teleported to y/n in the middle of an empty hallway at school, much to her dismay. “I’m at school, what was so urgent you couldn’t wait?”

He paced toward her, as a faux show of authority, before beginning, “I need you to meet the Teen Team at their quarters, as soon as you’re out. You’re going to have to work together to stop any new threats now that the Guardians are dead.”

y/n didn’t want to get in the middle of any superhero-ing activities, for that always spelled trouble. But, even working together, they were no match for the aliens that attacked downtown. The only way to solidify a weakened defense would be by unifying the most powerful people they could find, her being among them. Reluctantly, y/n answered, “Fine, but this is temporary.”

As if on cue, the bell rang, effectively ending her school day. Heading out the doors as quickly as she could, y/n beat the crowd of teenagers vying to leave campus and flew off to the Golden Gate Bridge without anyone seeing her. On her way there, she wore the costume she’d kept in her bag and stashed the backpack in her bedroom. 

Descending into the base, Rex was the first to greet her, “Well, if it isn’t Ms. I’m Above Everybody. Finally joining?”

Throwing him the nastiest look she could conjure, y/n retorted, “You need all the help you can get. Think of this arrangement as a pity favor.” A smile snuck on her face as she finished and stood to the side watching Dupli-Kate play ping-pong with her other self. 

The base was just the same as the day she’d first seen it, rooms located on the higher levels with the main area split into a spacious floor and a locker room. Kate and y/n stood in another section, where the ping pong table had been set up beside the platform with Robot’s computers. 

y/n was about to strike up some conversation with Kate when the compound doors opened allowing Eve and Mark Invincible to enter. When Eve landed, subsequently having a mini-makeout session with Rex, y/n couldn’t help but feel proud for Mark as he wore his super suit with pride, just like his father. But she mentally reminded herself that she wasn’t supposed to know who he was, so she simply remained quiet, smiling at him like an idiot. Their eyes met for the briefest moment before Rex stole his attention by taunting him and blabbing about how the Teen Team was victorious. 

Robot, shifting the atmosphere to a more welcoming mood introduced, “Welcome, Invincible. My name is Robot. Apologies for Rex Splode, he’s–”

“Unbelievably awesome.” Rex interrupted, with a shit-eating grin plastered on his face. 

Robot, unphased by the disruption finished, “–Incorrigible.” 

Kate was next to introduce herself as all three of her walked up to Invincible. Turning his head, he looked at y/n who sent him a wave of acknowledgment as she said, “Wonder.”

He responded to both heroes with a succinct, “Invincible.”  

Finishing with the introductions, Robot began debriefing, “The flaxans come from a dimension with a faster temporal rate. As a result, the tachyons they emit spin more rapidly than our own. I’ve created this detector to warn us if they return. It should give us a few minutes of early warning.”

Moving away from his computers, Robot stepped toward Invincible, continuing, “Cecil and the GDA have also requested to call on us for any possible emergencies. Since the Guardians are apparently indisposed, Invincible, may we count on you in the future?”

“You sure you want my help?” the boy began, waiting for a response. A moment of silence transpired before he manned up and responded, “Yeah, I mean, of course. Just text me, I guess.” 

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Sitting at a cafeteria table besides William, who had caught y/n up on all of Mark’s drama, the girl taunted, “So, loverboy?”

Raising his hands in the air to make a point of his frustration, Mark answered, “We’re just friends.”

“Will you stop saying that? It’s like you’re trying to jinx any chance you have of dating Eve.” William chimed. 

“A day ago you said I had no chance!” Mark countered, eliciting a laugh from y/n.

Smirking she elaborated, “That was before everyone saw you leave school with her yesterday.”

Mark’s eyes went wide at the realization. As he began bickering with William about any chance of being with Eve being nonexistent because of her boyfriend, y/n’s phone buzzed in her pocket. Pulling it out, she saw a notification from an unknown number telling her to head to downtown as quickly as she could. Knowing it was Robot, y/n patted William’s back, letting out a quick, ‘gotta go’ as she ran off to the lockers. 

Grabbing her suit from the bag she had stashed inside, the girl made sure to be inconspicuous as she left school grounds fully suited. Flying to the city, she spotted Rex with his arms crossed and a cheeky grin. y/n walked right past him to the ledge where Kate and Robot stood.

Below, she observed the same Flaxan troops marching onto the streets in hordes, except this time they had new tech. The leader emerged from the portal, drawing a red cape and a scar where his eye should’ve been. It seemed they had taken the previous battle a little too personally. She wondered what they were waiting for, as more troops kept filtering in by the second. Her question answered itself when Eve and Invincible landed on the rooftop, occupied by Rex’ scrutinizing inquiries about their whereabouts. 

Unwilling to wait another second on the rooftop, y/n was the first to fly down, landing on the ground with an impact that sent some soldiers flying. Using her speed to her advantage, y/n fought her way through the crowd, creating an opening for the others to land. Eve stayed back to give civilians enough time to escape while the others took their respective places in the battlefield, each superhero attacking a different horde. Once most of the civilians had managed to escape, Eve let out a blast that pushed the Flaxans pretty far back. But, the victory was shortlived for the others seemed to be getting overwhelmed by the forces and Eve was subdued by the flying orbs the army had brought with them. 

Mark broke through the forces after being temporarily held back, directing his rage at the commander. y/n took the troop’s distracted state to decimate as many as she could, dwindling the force to a third of what it was to begin with. Permitting herself enough time to free Kate, Robot and Rex, y/n attempted to figure out how the Flaxan’s were able to stay alive for so long. Her eyes scanned the soldier heading toward her, when they landed on the wristband he was wearing. That was new. 

Conveying her thoughts in her words, y/n tested, “Robot, y’think it’s the–”

“–wristbands. Yes, they protect the Flaxans from our timestream.” He finished. In no time, they were able to subdue the troops with Robot emitting a charge that dirupted all the bands on the same frequency. Retreating, the team had finally won. 

As the dust cleared, y/n began cleaning up the scene as she piled up the debris from the nearby destroyed buildings. She’d left the team to bicker amongst themselves as they always did, knowing that if she waited for them then they’d all be at this for the rest of the day. Invincible was the first to leave, just as the team started to carry their weight in the task.

Mark wouldn’t have left early for no reason. Either, Debbie was in danger or something happened to Nolan, her mind leaning toward the latter reason. She couldn’t just leave the team to finish up on their own like Mark, so she opted to super speed her way out. Finishing in record time, y/n was finally able to act on the worries that plagued her for an hour. She rushed into the GDA facility, suit discarded at her house as soon as she had left downtown. 

As the doors to the room opened, y/n let out a worried, “What happened?” not even registering the fact that Nolan was awake and sitting up. 

Debbie was bewildered at the sight of the panting girl, asking, “You didn’t see my text?”

Feeling her pocket, y/n realized she had left it in her school locker. Shaking her head no, y/n came by Debbie and Mark’s side with a wide smile stretched across her face. Nolan’s awakening was the best news she’d witnessed all day. y/n asked the bed-ridden man the typical questions he’d probably gotten used to hearing ‘How are you? Any broken bones? Y’think you’re recovered, yet?’ before Mark and Debbie left the room to grab some coffee. 

Now alone with the man, Nolan initiated, “Mark told me about his excursion in the field. How’s he doing?”

“Great! He’s got the basics down, pretty well and he’s more powerful than everyone else on the team, but I guess that was expected. But, I think the only reason he hasn’t realized his real potential is the weight of it all. Y’know watching people die and coming to terms with the fact he can’t save everyone yet.” She paused a moment thinking if there was anything more she needed to add. “Oh! Mark doesn’t know about me, if you’re worried about that.”

Nolan lightly chuckled, replying, “I trust you y/n. How are you?”

“With the Guardians dead, I’m with the Teen Team, but y’know how much I hate working in teams. It’s like commiting myself to being a superhero full-time and I can’t–” y/n couldn’t quite verbalize what she was thinking. She didn’t want to be a superhero for the very reason that Mark was hindering his full capabilities. She couldn’t handle the psychological aspect of having the power of preserving life and imposing death, without guilt building in her heart. She had an obligation to save everyone she could, and when she couldn’t, then was she really worthy of such immense power. 

Redirecting the conversation, Nolan told her, “You’ve got just as much potential as Mark y’know. Out of every being I’ve faced, I’d say your powers are second to Viltrumite abilities. You’ll find your way in time.” 

y/n chuckled his comment off, figuring he only said such sweet words because he pitied her. 

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touch || luigi mangione

oh hii !! i saw @vershautece’s post and hadddd to write this, and deepest apologies i have NOT written smut before like my blog is losing its virginity </3 anywaysss hope u enjoy it!!

WARNINGS: f!reader, 18+, sex, dry humping/thigh riding, lu cumming in his pants, college!luigi loses his virginity, unprotected p in v i tried proofreading but when i wrote this i was half asleep so ☠

SUMMARY: Literally just sex (taking Lu's virginity :3) and dry humping him in his sweatpants gahhh

WC: 2.8k

Mess, mess, what a mess! Homecoming at UPenn was no joke. The frat boys painted their bodies the college’s colors, rowdy hallways and loud music. The campus buzzed with life; and the boys showed no shame — especially Luigi Mangione. He was new; a freshman. In contrast to the other male students, he was different. Had the smarts you know would take him many places, the charisma of a romcom boyfriend, everything you could want or need.

Lucky for you, he had his eyes drawn to your pretty figure, the way your skirt bounced, your thighs, and overall, your smile. He loved those rosy lips and kind flashes of teeth. 

“Did I get my back?” Luigi asks his friend, Lane. 

“Barely.” His friend chuckles, most of the paint on Luigi’s lanky figure was dried. He just needed assistance mapping out the ‘P’, since he and his friends were going to line up in the stands and spell out Penn. 

“Can you help me then?”

“No, I gotta get help myself, I’m not gonna paint you, that’d be weird!” Lane laughs. Luigi’s thick, bushy brows furrow, “what do you suggest then, Dr. Know-it-all?”

“Get the girls to do it.”

“Oh come on,” Luigi sighs, “I don’t want them to be uncomfortable.” Lane sighs, “they’re not gonna be uncomfortable. If they like us, anyway… You could ask Y/N..” Lane teases him, smirking and bumping his shoulder.

“We still have an hour or two.” Luigi nods, plenty of time to get painted on by his crush. You.

 So, with their heads held high, the boys walked the campus with their bodies painted blue and red to the dorms where you and your friends stayed. Your roommate was actually dating Lane — you never quite understood that. A knock at the door later, and the girl’s fun get ready for homecoming was crashed with body paint. 

Unfortunately for Lane, he forgot the second bottle of white paint. Your roommate accompanied them back across campus.

The other girls had disappeared, including the last blue-painted boy; leaving you alone with Mangione. You side eye him a moment, he stood awkwardly, rubbing his cracked, painted palms together. He had smuggled the white paint bottle.

You looked so cute to him, your creamy thighs, carefully lined lips and the white skirt with a blue blouse. He could feel himself growing a bit hard. It was embarrassing, you were so pretty and perfect to him, but he was a virgin — contrary to popular belief. He just liked you. He wanted you.

Luigi finally breaks the silence, watching you pull the rollers from your shiny hair. He clears his throat, “uh, Y/N?” His voice was a bit shaky.

“Yes?” You reply, your voice as smooth as honey.

“When you’re done… Would you mind helping me paint my back and uhmm.. The P on my stomach?” Don’t blush, Luigi. 

Oh he’s so cute, he’s so shy asking you, his bunched up curls and tall stance. You shiver at the thought of touching him.

“Sure.” You said simply, not wanting to seem too excited. 

After a bit you finally tended to him. You coated your hands in the paint and slathered it over his boney back. He wasn’t exactly the most buff guy, but he had a normal body for this age. He was really attractive, he wore those slutty gray sweatpants every girl begs her boyfriend to wear.

 In this case, you didn’t ask him, he came to you like that. 

It wasn’t your fault it was so obvious, the gentle outline through the fabric, you avoided looking at it, so he wasn’t weirded out by you. You always knew this guy was packing. Literally. He had you paint down to his waist, his v-line was so prominent.

For Luigi, your hands on him was like being dropped in heaven rather than the gates. He tensed a little at first but your warm palms soothe his occasional aches. He stood with posture and hopeful confidence, he liked you way too much.

“Okay, red’s done.” You state, showing him in the bathroom mirror as you wash it off your palms. “Looks great.” He says, you ended up using a blow dryer to get it dry faster. He had to sit down on the couch for a few, you did too. All that work plus doing your hair prior was tiring.

He looks over at you, his freckles show overlaying blush and his beauty marks are so perfectly placed on each cheek.

“What is it?” You questioned, wanting to know why he was staring so hard. He freezes and stares more, like a deer in headlights. “Sorry, I…I think you’re really pretty.” His cheeky, little crooked smile. You wanted to kiss him so bad.

“Thank you, Luigi.”

“O-of course.”

You smile warmly and tip your head back, looking up at the ceiling a moment, then he speaks up, his voice cracks. “I like you.” God, he was nervous.

“You do?”

“I do.”

“I like you too.”

“Really?”

“Mhm.” 

He silently cheered and ran a lap around, celebrating in his mind, but outside he nodded and looked at you as though you’re the only girl to ever exist in this world. “I really like that skirt of yours too.” He blurts.

“Yeah?” You chuckle.

“Yeah..” He bit his lip subconsciously and looks down at your thighs, pressed together and pressed to the cushion, he was almost jealous the couch could be sat on by you. He wanted to kiss up your legs and praise every part of your body, and let himself get lost in his sexual desires for you, he wanted-

“My eyes are up here, Lu.” You smile. His hazel irises dart up, his cheeks impossibly turn more pink, and he starts to get cocky.

“They are," he says quietly. “I wanna look down here though.” He continued. Something changed, like the quiet, nervous atmosphere had shifted into an undeniable need, longing and prayers that it would evolve into something soon before one of you lost it.

You stood to get the white paint from the table, but Lu grabbed your hand and stopped you abruptly. “Luigi?”

“C’mere.” He whispers, pulling you down on his lap, somehow, at some point there was a spurt of confidence in him that shone like a star now. “Lu-“ 

“Shhh.” He says, looking at your body in his hands, although clothed he can only imagine what lies beneath it. He blinks, then reaches for your breasts. He looks for reassurance, once you nod he’s practically a goner. His large, slender fingers are groping and squeezing your boobs, so gently yet possessively in a way you liked. 

“You’re s-so..” Words are uncomprehending in his brain, all he thinks and sees is lust. He leans forward and kisses between your collarbones. Slowly up your throat, stopping at your jaw. “I’m sorry, I can’t help it. I need you so badly, Y/N.” He murmurs, looking at you greedily. 

With a tug, he popped open the buttons on your lace blouse, you were never one to wear a bra underneath a top like this — so when he was met with bare breasts, he almost frothed at the mouth. It took a moment before he gazes between your face and boobs, you nod; and he’s gone. Again.

His kiss was tender and he only suckled for so long before nursing the other breast, kneading one softly, then switching off. It felt so intimate, yet so sweet coming from him. You could only moan, letting your fingers curl up in his hair.

Then he cupped your ass, squeezing the flesh and all he felt was the dampened fabric of your panties under the skirt. His eyes meet yours like a needy puppy’s. “You want me…?” He asks, in a state of disbelief that this was real. 

“I do.”

He fidgets for a moment, he wanted to tell you, but you had an idea. To try something different but equally pleasurable for yourself, he had no clue what you were doing until you were doing it. Softly, you straddled one of his thighs and began moving your aching need against it. He watched in awe, his cock was getting harder from the warmth, the fabric friction and your sounds. The sounds…

He exhaled, holding you in place, he nudged his thigh forward, causing a gasp to escape you. Each second grew more needful for both of you, he was so turned on he couldn’t think straight. “Lu,” you moan, and moan. Gently dry humping his thigh, it was so tender. You were so wet you left a small stain on the thigh of his sweatpants.

He was desperate and being a virgin in this state, he needed something more. Luigi grabs your hips and moves you directly on his erection. He leans so he is almost laying back, with you on top, he encourages you to keep moving.

You do.

You humped him through the sweats, his hardness rubbing against you in all of the right ways, your eyes flutter and you can feel how desperate you’re getting to have him inside you. Luigi could barely handle it, he was whiny, enjoying the view of you rubbing against his tented pants. Every now and then he’d buck up against you…

It became too much, he was guiding your hips, making sure you felt him against your pussy and ass — he groaned, feeling the twitch in his pants become more consistent until you moved so much he panted, begging you. A warmth spread against your panties and you lifted up, glancing down to find Luigi came right there in his briefs and sweats. It was a little endearing to see the male’s cum in that place. He blushes profusely, looking at you with embarrassment. “S-sorry.”

“For what?” “I came too fast.” He whispered. “I don’t think so.” You laugh softly, gazing at the mess you made of him. You turn to face him and lean over, planting your first big kiss on his lips. He moans and cups your face, kissing you sloppily for a long moment. His tongue slipped in your mouth, mapping out, wanting to remember every detail of you.

“I want you.” Your voice rang in the air. “I want you too. Bad.” He pants, then debates — “But uhm… I’m a virgin.”

You grin, pinching his cheek softly. “Oh, Lu, you think that’ll stop me?” He gushes. You tug him up from the couch, then grab the paint bottle and head back to the bathroom, shutting the door behind the both of you.

One hour to gametime.

Your fingers moved across his abdomen and lower chest, tracing the letter P, he was so shaky and sensitive still from cumming in his pants — it didn’t help he couldn’t clean that up yet either. You took extra time and care to paint him right and once done, you teasingly wiped your paint-covered thumb over his dick in the sweats.

He whined, looking down at you, there was no hiding that! “Y-Y/N..” He cooed. Just that action made his member twitch with arousal and life again. “Yes?” Weak, Luigi was so weak to you. He kissed your neck as you cleaned the white paint from your fingertips, “p-please.” 

“Please, what?” You ask, looking at him as he shifts on his feet.

“Please… I need you to fuck me.”

“You’re sure you want me to be your first?” 

“Positive. That's all I want.. I want you, Y/N. Please.”

From confident to straight up begging to be inside you.

You finally cave in, and the poor thing was so inexperienced, but he wanted to do the work. He only wanted to please you. Following instructions, he shimmied your panties down from under your skirt and showed off your breasts again. All in the mirror. The counter was just the right height and he could bend you over it. You stayed there, letting him get himself ready, you told him, “do what feels right, don’t rush yourself.” He nodded and carefully went a step at a time, you arched a bit and he ran his large palms over your ass. Then he pushed down his sweats and briefs, his erection was almost worse than the one before.

Luigi gently stroked himself, shakily groaning as he stood straight, adjusted your hip and aligned himself, “there we go, don’t be shy.” You say calmly. He gently poked your entrance with his tip, rubbed a bit as you wanted. He was packing — just a lot more than you expected. His tip alone felt so big and he wasn’t even inside you.

“Slowly, now..”  He makes sure he’s still aligned right and gently uses his hand to guide his dick’s head into you. He watched you in the mirror. You gasp, not expecting that at all.

“Holy shit… o-okay..” You mumble, “Like I said, do what feels right.. okay?” Luigi nodded, feeling that confident cockiness coming back as he slowly pushed his length inside you, officially and fully, no longer a virgin. His face contorted, brows furrowed, he looks at your ass from this angle, the way your breasts spill out of the blouse.

He let you adjust to his size – more or so, he had to adjust to your slick tightness — he really had to focus here. All he could think of right now was how your pussy felt like heaven.

A flicker of need, and he began pushing in, pulling out, repetitively. You moaned, he did too, enjoying the feel. He got the swing of it pretty quick and ol’ sweet, nerdy Luigi was a little addict after five minutes. His hips slapped into your rear, filling the bathroom with pleasure and his length completely stretched you.

Two desperate souls, desiring. Joined together in passionate lovemaking. Luigi loved how your breasts bounced back n’ forth when he thrusted into you — how you moaned, your eyes shut and rolled back, all of it in the reflection for him to take in. “Fuck, Y/N, I’m gonna cum.” He growls into your ear, kissing your neck as he brushes your hair aside.

“Okay.” You hum, he glances at you in the mirror. “I can pull out-“

“Don’t you dare.” You smiled slyly, cutting him off. Luigi blushed, confused, but not stopping his thrusts. “Are you sure…?”

“Yes.”

He was hesitant but fuck, he loses his virginity to you and he gets to cum inside you? Double win for him.

His movements became sloppy and erratic, needy and quick. You were a squirming, writhing mess — especially when he curiously reached under you and began rubbing at your clit. For someone with zero experience he found it quick. It made you whine, it made him feel so empowered for that moment…

“Lu, I’m gonna..” You pant, your back arching against him. He leans you up and cups around your ribs, holding you steadily so he can just thrust faster, it was a change but it felt amazing.

He made you really cry out in pleasure, your walls clung to him like a last lifeline and he groaned deeply, using it to his advantage to get off. He moved faster, despite your overwhelming orgasm, overstimulating you by continuously rubbing at your nub and nipping your neck, “You’re so fucking sexy.” He whispers, you had no clue where his sudden spark came from to be dominant, but you loved it.

Not even a full minute later, you felt him cum inside you – something you both probably shouldn’t have done but gosh, it was so worth it watching him collapse on your back, heaving and planting soft kisses on your shoulder. “That was amazing, God, Y/N, I love you.” He paused, blushing more when he realizes what he’s admitted out loud; but your expression says it all. 

“I love you too.”

The both of you cleaned up, you fixed his painted body (and had to change clothes yourself, since some bits that didn’t dry, got all over you.) Thankfully Luigi had a spare pair of sweatpants, stretchy, black fabric. “Hold on, I gotta redo it now,” you smile. Although it meant ruining your makeup, you got the paint on your lips and pressed a kiss against the sweatpants, just over his dick.

“Huh – oh.” Luigi moans as you do so, he flushes and watches you. His heartbeat was quick and he felt so giddy. Gosh, he loved your touch. Then Lane and your roommate returned, he had the ‘E’ painted on his stomach. Now everyone was ready to head out and enjoy homecoming.

It was fun, Luigi and his friends walked together, but of course Lane’s observant eyes glinted. “You have fun Luigi?” He smirks. “What are you talking about?” Luigi responds. “C’mon, I know you had sex with her.”

“What? How?”

Lane pointed at his sweatpants, which he quickly remembered that your lips marked. He rubs his neck nervously and smiles. “So, you finally lost it?” Lane bumps their elbows. Luigi gazed at you, at your smile – laughing with your girl friends. He felt a sense of pride when you look back at him, his stomach flutters. 

It also didn't help you had a big red handprint from Luigi's palm-covered hands on your lower butt cheek, which if you walked a certain way, was completely visible in that skirt. Luigi smiled, because he did that.

“Yeah, I guess I did.”

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[endofthelinegang]

Matt Murdock dating hcs maybe where reader is a witch, like a actual spell casting broom flying witch (still in my Agatha all along era) (and maybe, if you’ve seen WandaVision and or Agatha, maybe reader is Agatha’s sister, and yes, that would mean reader is 100 or so years old)

i live in my in my triple a era and in my wanda era

Matt knew something was different about you the moment he met you. Your heartbeat was steady—too steady—but  there was an undercurrent beneath it, something that hummed, something that pulled at his senses in a way he couldn’t quite explain.

It wasn’t until you casually floated a book off his shelf and into your hands that he finally asked. 

"You’re not serious."  He had tilted his head, li ps twitching in amusement.

"I am serious," you had said, flipping through the pages. "You’re dating a hundred-year-old witch, Matthew. Congratulations."

He had taken it remarkably well, all things considered. Just adjusted his glasses, took a slow sip of his coffee, and said, "Guess I should cancel my plans to introduce you to my priest, then."

Dating Matt meant patience. It meant balancing your very old-school magic with his very modern world. It meant late-night debates over morality, over power, over responsibility.

"You don’t think it’s wrong?" he had asked once, fi ngers skimming the edge of a spellbook you’d left open on his desk. "Having that kind of power?"

"I think it’s dangerous," you had admitted, leaning against the doorframe. "But so are you, Matthew."

It meant listening as he described how you felt to him—how  the air around you shifted, how your very presence tingled against his senses like static before a storm.

"You buzz," he had murmured one night, fi ngers ghosting over your wrist. "Like a live wire."

"And what do you taste like?" you had teased, arching a brow.

His lips had curled into that lazy smirk. "Something dangerous."

He liked to pretend he was unfazed by your abilities, but you had felt the way his pulse jumped the first time you actually took flight in front of him.

"It’s unnatural," he had muttered, adjusting his tie, looking anywhere but at you hovering three feet off the ground.

"Says the man who fights crime in a devil suit. "

He wouldn’t admit it, but there were moments he leaned into your magic—subtle  things. The way his shoulders relaxed when you ran your fingers through his hair, tiny charms woven into the touch. The way his grip tightened when you whispered ancient words against his skin, filling the spaces where his scars ached.

And oh, how he ached.

Matt would never admit it, but he loved your magic. Loved  how it felt when you traced lazy sigils across his skin, little tingles of warmth sinking deep into his bones.

He had a particular fondness for the way you could heal his injuries—not instantly, not like some mystical miracle, but enough to take the edge off, to soothe the worst of the pain.

"I don’t want you relying on it," he had warned one night, vo ice gruff as you smoothed your hands over his bruised ribs. "I need to feel it."

"You feel enough, Matt," you had whispered, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth. "Let me take some of it away."

And then there were the nights when neither of you spoke at all. When you hovered inches above his bed, teasing him with slow, deliberate kisses, the taste of ancient spells laced between your lips. When his hands gripped your waist like he was trying to keep you grounded, tethered to something real.

His breath would hitch when you let your magic seep into your touch, teasing, featherlight, just enough to make his muscles tighten, to make him feel the pull of you like gravity.

"You’re playing with fire," he’d murmur against your lips, vo ice hoarse, ha nds mapping the curve of your waist.

"Good thing I know how to control it," you’d whisper back, dragging your fingers down his chest, nails barely grazing his skin, sending sparks of warmth through his body.

His hands would tighten, gr ip bruising as he pulled you closer, li ps ghosting over your jaw, your pulse. "Do you?" he’d challenge, and you’d see the flicker of something darker in his smirk, something daring.

And oh, how he burned for you.

"Stay with me," he had murmured once, half-asleep, fi ngers tangled in the hem of your dress. "For the night."

"You afraid I’ll vanish?"

He had smiled then, a rare, tired thing. "I think I’d still feel you."

Being Agatha’s sister meant you had seen centuries of horrors, and had known power beyond comprehension. But Matt? He was something else entirely.

Mortal—and yet, wholly, undeniably something more.

And for the first time in a century, you thought that maybe—just maybe—you had met someone who could make eternity feel a little less lonely.

[mycroftrh]

Okay but. But. Bernard being so very excited to learn X spell and meet Y magical creature… that very much do not exist.

And Constantine’s like “Okay, I know I said ‘it’s all real’, but that was more of a dramatic line approximating reality than strictly accurate. It’s more like 99% of it is real, and what you just described is… definitely in the 1%.”

“Oh oh oh so what about [some absolutely unhinged nonsense]?”

“Remarkably enough, and frankly this is a statistical improbability, also not real. Why don’t we start with - “

“The spell that Santa cast to turn innocent nephilim into immortal flying reindeer, binding them into his service for eternity!”

“How about I tell you about some real things and we go from there.”

I keep thinking about this tweet and how much i want Bernard and Constantine to meet 🙏

[sillylittlespam]

she got, she got away

percy jackson x daughter of hecate!fem!reader ( childhood friends/crushes to enemies to lovers , SLOW BURN , ANGST , multi-chapter series )

summary : percy hadn’t seen (y/n) since she betrayed him after his quest to save annabeth and artemis. when she corners him in the labyrinth, he can’t help but notice she seems a little…different. what the hell happened to her, and why is she so convince that it’s nothing?

AUTHORS NOTE : (y/n) is a daughter of hecate with magical powers! i’m not exactly an expert on hecate magic so i kinda made it up because this is fanfiction

and for anyone who cares (i’m not expecting you to) here are some of the songs i was listening to while writing this!

race by alex g

motion sickness by phoebe bridgers 

everyone adores you (at least i do!) by matt maltese 

this isn’t helping (ft phoebe bridgers) the national

birds don’t sing by tv girl

knives out by radiohead

more parts of this series coming soon!!

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“Didja miss me, Bambi?”

Percy’s reaction to the familiar voice behind him was delayed by the violent flinch that went through his body

 After he gathered himself, he whipped around, sword raised as he came face to face with his best friend.

Ex-best friend, he had to remind himself. It was so easy to forget how (y/n) betrayed him as he looked upon her smirking face. She had no weapons in her hands, but he knew that didn’t matter.

He had gotten significantly taller since the last time he had seen her. They used to be about the same height, but now she looked up at him. Her face had gotten a bit slimmer as well, and her eyes held heavy bags of exhaustion. The grin on her face, however, was just as he remembered. Paired with the teasing look in her eyes and the way her head tilted to the side, it was the exact same look she had given him when she had cornered him in Capture the Flag.

And here she had captured him again, this time in the Labyrinth. 

He had known the risks of splitting off from the group, especially with Luke and his army wandering the Labyrinth’s corridors, but it was the perfect distraction. If (y/n) knew he was here, he knew Luke would know soon, if he didn’t already. All he could hope was that Annabeth and Rachel hadn’t been caught trying to find a way around Anataeus’ arena, which was being occupied by Luke.

“I did. I missed you a lot,” he finally responded to her question, his sword unwavering despite his long moment of silence. (y/n)’s grin widened, and Percy did his best to ignore the way his heart swelled.

“Aw, you’re so sweet,” she gushed, her tone far too casual for the situation. Her eyes looked past the blade in front of her and instead focused on his eyes, which were fixed on her arms. Her hands were tucked behind her back, but Percy watched for any movement as a sign that she was casting a spell, “I missed you too, Perce.”

“You know,” he started slowly, carefully, as his eyes drifted up to meet hers, “You wouldn’t have to miss me if you just came back to Camp,” he quickly realized his mistake as the smile dropped from (y/n)’s face and was replaced with a cold stare. He kept going anyway, “We can forget this whole Luke and Kronos thing and just go back to the way things were. We can be okay again-“

“The way things were?” (y/n)’s voice was calm as she repeated his words. Too calm, “Percy, do you remember the way things were for me?”

He remained silent, readjusting his grip on his sword. Despite the empty coldness of the corridor, his palms were slick with anxious sweat.

“I had nobody,” (y/n) continued, a layer of cold rage creeping into her voice, “They threw me into the Hermes cabin with half the fucking camp and expected me to be grateful to the Gods! The same Gods who send their own children off to sacrifice ourselves in their name! Does that not sound wrong to you? My mother is considered kind because she decided I was worthy of being claimed only after I got my powers, but has never cared enough to ever actually meet me.”

Percy swallowed the absurd amount of saliva that had pooled in his mouth. He would never admit it out loud, but he knew (y/n) was right. 

He would never forget his early days at camp, before he was turned into some mighty hero. Back then, he was seen as just another scrawny kid who just happened to be a child of the Big Three. A bit unusual, but nothing that anyone wanted to pay too much attention to. 

He always enjoyed being around (y/n), since she made him feel normal. The two demigods got along quickly, as they were both looking for a person. And for a couple years, they were each other’s person. The camp almost never saw one without the other. (y/n) knew everything about Percy, and Percy knew practically everything about (y/n). At least, he thought he did.

The worst moment of his life would always be that night last year when he got back from the quest to save Annabeth and Artemis. Not only did he have to tell Nico that his sister had died, but that was also the night when he learned that his best friend, his person, had been working with Luke and Kronos the whole time.

Percy had never been very good at regulating his emotions, and almost flooded the Camp several times following that night. Nobody blamed him. There’s no way to deal with something like that in a normal way.

“That’s not true,” he said, finally lowering his sword, and his steady voice surprised him. He felt as if he was going to cry, “You had me. We had each other. You decided to throw that away. Luke doesn’t give a shit about you, (y/n), he’s just using you for your powers,” Percy nearly missed the way (y/n) flinched at his words, “Once he gets what he wants, he’ll just throw you to the side-“

“You’re a liar,” (y/n) hissed, and Percy was able to detect a purple aura around her that made him take a step back, “Luke has told me about his visions. Visions of great things, not just for him, but for me as well! And if you join me, Percy, great things can come for you too.” Somewhere in the middle of her rant, she had gone from angry to practically pleading with him.

Percy’s mouth pushed itself into a frown as he felt the tears begin to form in his eyes, realizing that the girl in front of him was different from his friend. Something had happened. He wasn’t sure what, but this was not the same girl that he had picked strawberries with.

“(y/n)-“ he said her name for the first time since that night, stopping for a moment to fix his shaking voice, “Witch, you know I won’t do that. I can’t. If I did, I.. I wouldn’t be me anymore.”

(y/n) watched him, and for a moment, Percy liked to believe that she was how he remembered her. No crazy mood swings. No radical ideology that set them on opposite sides of the war. Just (y/n).

“I know,” her voice was quiet. Her eyes got a far off look to them, as if she were lost in thought.

“I don’t…” Percy paused once again as her eyes snapped to him, a bit surprised at their sharpness, “I don’t really think you’re you anymore, if we’re being honest.”

(y/n)’s eyes immediately dropped to the floor, and Percy knew he had struck something. The problem was that he wasn’t sure how to go about it.

“I don’t think so either,” (y/n) practically mumbled, looking anywhere but Percy, “Lately I’ve been feeling… Well, I don’t really know. I just feel weird. Like something’s not right.”

“Witch, I’m sorry,” he said, and he meant it. The torch behind him casted a ray of light onto her face, illustrating the stress lines that she definitely didn’t have a year ago. The glint in her eyes was gone, and replaced with a dull tiredness. Her hands, which he turned his attention back to, looked a bit odd.

He reached down and grabbed one, much faster than she could pull it away. Holding her wrist, he examined her fingers in the firelight, his eyes widening as he took in the charcoal-like color that had devoured the skin at her fingers and seemed to be creeping up to her wrists.

“What the hell is this?” He demanded, and (y/n) yanked her hand away, her eyes wide with what Percy recognized as panic. Without answering, she turned and began walking down the corridor that she had just followed Percy down.

She made it almost halfway down the corridor before a strong hand found her arm and made her stop. As she unwillingly turned back around, (y/n) found herself face-to-face with the same green eyes that used to reassure her any time someone made a snide comment about her abilities. Except now these eyes were filled with enough concern to make her feel nauseous.

“(y/n),” Percy repeated, firmer, with far more power than before, “What is going on with you? Is this because of Luke? Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” (y/n) insisted, whatever was left of her confidence continuing to chip away. She had forgotten what Percy’s sad face could do to her, “This is my own doing. Just… don’t worry about it-“

“Your own doing?” Percy’s brows furrowed with such intensity that under any other circumstance (y/n) would’ve asked if he finally had a thought circulating in his head, “(y/n), is this because of your powers?”

She wasn’t sure why she didn’t just lie. Percy didn’t care about her. Not anymore. He had chosen to defend the Gods, and therefore he did not give a single shit about how horrible she had been treated throughout her life. At least, that’s what Luke had told her.

But this was Percy. Percy had been her best friend for years. He used to visit her every time she was sick, and he always made her bracelets during arts and crafts. 

(y/n) realized that her silence was answer enough as Percy’s worry lines grew deeper.

“(y/n),” Percy’s voice wavered as he took a step towards her, “Please don’t tell me that you’re killing yourself just to help Luke.”

“I’m not killing myself,” she replied, taking a step back, softly shrugging off his warm hand. She hadn’t realized how cold it was in the Labyrinth until she encountered another person, “It will go away. This is temporary. It’ll go away soon. There’s nothing to worry about.”

“You don’t sound too sure about that,” Percy noted the way she seemed to be trying to convince herself as well as him, “(y/n), I need you to know that-“

A loud cheer erupted, its muffled sound signaling it to be a bit further in the Labyrinth. Judging by the way (y/n) stood straighter, head perked like a cat, Percy figured that was Luke and his gang in the arena.

“Shit,” (y/n) muttered, and she seemed to be speaking more to herself than to Percy, “I was supposed to be following you. I mean, I was following you, for quite a bit actually. But I was supposed to corner you and knock you out. Then take you to the arena where Luke could watch you fight someone to the death while half-conscious.”

(y/n) nearly laughed at the startled look that appeared in Percy’s face.

“Relax, Bambi,” she rolled her eyes, “Obviously if I was gonna do that, I would’ve already. I just needed to distract you so you would forget where you came from and where your friends are.”

Percy’s mouth fell open. Shit. He had chased her down the corridor, completely losing track of which hallway he had just come down, as well as what little sense of special awareness he had in the magical maze.

“I’m sorry, Percy, I really am,” (y/n) said, her lips pressed together in a small frown, “I told Luke I couldn’t hurt you. He said he didn’t care about my moral code, but that goes both ways I suppose.”

When Percy looked down at (y/n), he could almost pretend that they were back at camp and he had just arrived for the start of the summer session. (y/n) always took a couple days to readjust to having a friend around, and it broke Percy’s heart to see her anxiously checking to see that he still cared about her.

“(y/n),” he started, and then stopped. What was there to say?

“I have to go,” she said. He knew it was an encouragement to continue.

But what could he say? Don’t go? Come back? There would be no point.

“I love you,” he surprised himself with how easy the words came out, “And I’m not mad at you. I never was. Please take care of yourself. For me.”

(y/n)’s head tilted to the side, and in the torchlight Percy could see the shine of tears in her eyes. Instead of saying anything, she walked into his already opening arms, wrapping hers around his torso. She felt his arms close around her, and for a moment she allowed herself to close her eyes and live in the warmth. He still smelled like salt water and the strawberries from the field that they used to hang out at. His body heat almost seemed to burn against her cold skin, but she ignored it.

“I love you too,” she said into his chest, a strange sense of guilt and anxiety beginning to pile up in her chest, “I’m so sorry for leaving like that, Percy. I’m so fucking sorry, I wish I cou-“

“Hey, hey, hey,” he said softly, bringing a hand up to stroke her hair, “We can save this for another time, yeah? You have to go and I need to find my friends.”

“Okay.”

And so (y/n) allowed herself a moment of comfort, of which she knew damn well she did not deserve for a multitude of reasons. And Percy allowed himself a moment with his person, who had already abandoned him and was seconds away from doing it again.

But the Labyrinth provided a sense of security. No watching eyes, nobody to accuse them of fraternizing with the enemy. They both knew the other was thinking the same thing, but they also knew that this would be a one time thing. 

“I actually have to go now,” it broke (y/n)’s heart all over again to break out of the hug with Percy, “But, uh, thank you.”

Percy merely nodded in response, not trusting his voice.

“And be careful,” (y/n) added, her eyes holding a sense of urgency, “Not just physically, but with who you trust, too. There’s a lot of things you don’t know, Percy.”

She turned and began walking away, getting closer and closer to a hallway that would take her Gods know where. All Percy knew was that was not where he wa supposed to be heading, and that once she turned the corner, she would be gone.

“(y/n),” he called, “Thank you.”

She returned his nod.

A few seconds later, and Percy was left with only his thoughts and his horrible sense of direction.

[kerryshifting]

i’m gonna grow wings (and fly away from this reality).

this reality is full of six years old thinking about if things we don’t see, actually exist. when you are a child it’s still socially acceptable to think ‘out of your league’ and so the adults in your life will let out a giggle when you’ll tell them how many things you want to be: a mermaid, a witch, an astronaut, an actress, a fairy. and the list goes on. i remember writing (or at least thinking i was spelling everything correctly… they weren’t even letters) in my mia-and-me themed diary that i couldn’t wait to explore all the things waiting for me. i still vividly remember seeing the tail of a siren, but when i told my mom she just said “ohh cute!” without actually believing me. then the more you grow up, the more society ruins your imagination. no, mermaids do not exist. and you will go to school, then have a job, then marry, then have kids, and then die. that’s it. life !!! maybe if you are lucky enough you will go on vacation.

i was a very stubborn young girl. i didn’t believe immediately and i questioned everything. i learned about the universe in elementary school and i was baffled by the thought that people really thought that we were the only one. i knew we had other lives, and i started to imagine them. what if i was raised somewhere else? what if i was in my favourite tv show? what if i had blonde hair? what if we were all living under the ocean? what if i was an alien? constantly daydreaming about my other possibilities.

i definitely manifested that tiktok about shifting during the quarantine. the gasp i let out when i realized that i was always right. it’s not an uncommon event in my life, actually; people never believing me when i know i am right. but i had the proof !!! people talked about their experiences at hogwarts or in the marvel universe. i KNEW it. but……….. i wasn’t a young child anymore, and i also knew that people lie a lot. i started questioning everything again. what if i just watched tiktoks of this weird wattpad fanfic story that i don’t know the name of? what if they are liars? what if i was just wrong?

as a human, we ( i hope ) question things. of course. i constantly questioned myself if all i was experimenting was fake and other things were happening in that exact moment. when i realized that that’s what shifting is, everything clicked. i laughed so hard because i knew i wasn’t doomed. we have to give names to things, and now shifting, since it has a name, seems somewhat less... normal. but this is not something i read one day on the internet, is something that i always knew. i always felt like it. and my life experiences always proved to me that, at the end of the day, i should always trust my senses. so, i realized that shifting is not this internet trend, but it’s just my human experience. i understand that while one day i wake up to go to school, in that same moment i was in bed. i realized that me acting on my thoughts was just a life-variant of another life-variant.

realizing that i right from the start is a big fuck you to everyone who said that my dreams are impossible since i was a kid. i may not grow wings in the literal sense but having infinire possibilities is just as liberating as flying in the sky.

young children aren’t conditioned by society, they only know what their soul already knows.

[mullermilkshake]

You break up with Satoru.

Part 1 <- -> Part 2

What could go wrong?

Yandere!Satoru Gojo x Fem! Reader Tags -DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT,Non-con,Sexual Assault,Assault,Manipulation,Gaslighting,Verbal Abuse,Possession,kinda smut

“So that’s it then? You’re just gonna end things?” Satoru’s voice came through the speaker phone, the silence lingering longer than it was meant to. 

You hadn’t been together long, four months give or take. The sentiment of a relationship became more and more unbearable at how overly involved and saccharine he was.

“I-I think we are very different people and-”

“That’s bullshit and you know it.” 

It was a bullshit excuse. But what could you really say? Was this a legitimate reason to break things off?

Satoru must have caught on to your silence. He cleared his throat. “How about we talk things over? I couldn’t bear to end things like this. Let’s end things amicably.”  

You said nothing. 

“I won’t be long.”  

The line disconnected, leaving your phone screen blank. Your stomach sank lower than the basement. Was he really coming? You had already run things over in your head, what to say, what might tip him over the edge. But he seemed to understand at least. Right? 

It didn’t take long for him to arrive, rapping his knuckles against the front door like he usually did, leaning to the side of the porch by the broken lightbulb. You opened it, his signature smile and eyes dazzling back at you over the top of his glasses. 

“Miss me?” He said, his hands in the pockets of his pants. 

“Come in.” You didn’t cater to his charm.

“Arw don’t be like that, why are you so serious?”

“Why did you come over?”

You wandered over to the kitchen, mindlessly rummaging through your cupboards to avoid him. You took a mug from a low shelf. 

“I think we should talk about this, y’know?” Satoru cleared the island counter and jumped up on top of it. “See what I can do to change your mind?”

“There’s nothing to change. I made it very clear.” 

“Did you though?” Satoru climbed down. 

You put the kettle on, the water making crackly noises as the base heated up. He was like a ghost, his footsteps making no sound as he approached. 

You stepped back, never taking your eyes off his. “Well- yeah- I mean I sorta did.” Your hips pressed against the counter. 

“What do you really want?” He was so close to you now. 

Satoru brought a hand up, taking a strand of hair in it, fiddling between his slender fingers. The cologne at his neck was intoxicating. The woody aroma filled your nose, welcoming you to take a step inside. Satoru tilted his head to the side too, his eyes contemplating.

But you didn’t want that. “I don’t want to be with you anymore. I meant what I said.” 

“Are you sure about this?”

You took your eyes off and stared down, nodding quicker than you should have. If you couldn't see him, then it would be okay. But you cursed and questioned why you even opened the door to him in the first place. 

“You really wanna break up with me?” 

You nodded again, though still never looking up.

“You really wanna break up with me ?” His laugh came like poison. “That’s comedic.”

Your blood ran cold by how quickly his voice switched. Nothing like you had heard before, like a villain in every superhero movie you’d ever seen. "Satoru-“

“You know, no one else will take you. Right? I love you. But it seems meaningless to you.”

“Just go home. Please Satoru.”

His hands came up, squeezing your shoulders to the point his nails dig in. “I don’t think you understand how this works. So I’ll spell it out for ya.” Just as quick as his own demeanour changed, his hand lunged at you, wrapping around your throat, your feet were almost off the ground, flailing for support.

“S-Satoru!”  

Clawing at his hand made no difference, even when his knuckle began to bleed. The look in his eyes. Shit. You’d never seen it before. Large as saucers, and so psychotic his pupils were dilated.

His teeth were clenched, but his face dropped when he saw your tears slip to his hand. “Arww. You cryin’? You were always one for the theatrics weren’t ya?”

“Let me go!” 

You tried hitting him now, your arms barely reaching his face. Your eyes grew sleepy, dark spots collecting at the edges with only his grin left visible. The kettle whistled aloud as though to call for help, but no one came. 

“Okay.”

He dropped you. A sharp pain ripped through you as your head hit the tile floor. Spluttering your guts, you gasped, feeling your neck. Satoru stood there, towering over you.“Oh you poor thing, you’re bleeding. You’re so clumsy.” 

He pressed his fingers to your head, making you wince and pull away. But he pulled you back, pressing harder as punishment, huffing and sighing concern. Satoru pulled his fingers away, but kept the other hand behind your head, the blood on his fingers smeared under his nails, already drying. So he licked them, sucking them in between his lips and smiled. 

“You’re sweet when you're hurt.”

“P-please. Just leave me alone. Let me go.”

He shot up, walking backwards towards the kitchen island, his eyes dilated once more with a grin like a clown. You got up, moving around, backing away towards the living room. You could see your phone in your peripheral. It was only for a split second, but he had already noticed. 

He swiped it up and threw it across the room. “Don’t go cheatin’ now.”

“P-please.” 

You thought he’d noticed your panic, and he stepped back even further, almost to the other end of the kitchen. “How about this?” He said, putting his hands up as though in defeat.

“Because I’m Satoru Gojo! The best boyfriend in the world!” Then his voice dropped, so low it growled. “Why don’t I give you a head start?”

You stood frozen, not sure whether to run or not. What if it sent him over the edge? Or that was exactly what he wanted you to do.

Predators don’t run. Prey does. 

Satoru must have seen your hesitancy, he stepped forward. “One… two-“ He was serious. So fucking serious. Your flight response kicked in and you bolted, running for the front door. But it was locked, the key was missing. 

They jingled behind you. “Looking for these?” Satoru chuckled, then continued. “Three… four-“

You ran up the stairs to the spare room. Each step was a mission, like climbing a never ending mountain. You could still hear him counting down on the kitchen like he was still there in the room with you. The spare room had no lock, like the other rooms, but it had plenty of places to hide. The cardboard boxes you never bothered to recycle, collected full of old memories from your childhood. There weren't as many places to hide than you thought, but if you could give him the slip, you could make it out the back door. 

“10!...Ready or not! Here I come!”  

There was no movement, like a shark in the darkness, waiting, hunting in the shadows for its next meal. You struggled to keep your breathing level, even, quiet. And then. He was just there, at the top of the stairs. 

“Come out, come out wherever you are, love.” He cooed, like he had done before with your affection. 

You could see him, but he couldn’t see you through a slit between two house moving boxes, moving in a predatory fashion, knees bent with his hands up like claws. You held your breath for what felt like hours, but it was only a few seconds. In the moment you blinked, he had disappeared from the landing. 

The boxes were ripped away like they were nothing, he growled. “Got you.”

You scrambled away, but his grip around your ankle was a chain of muscle. The carpet offered nothing more than a burn under your fingernails, threatening to pull them away from your fingertips. 

“Come on back to me baby! You know I can’t live without you!” His laugh was sickening. “I will always find you, so there's no point in running.” 

In an instant, you were looking at the ceiling, and Satoru climbed on top of you and pinned you down. His hands took yours to the floor and held them there.

“Satoru, stop! Stop it please!”

If delirious could be summed up in one word, then it was Satoru. He looked nothing like the person you’d first met at that party. The cocky guy who you fell for hard. You didn’t recognise him at all.

He just kept laughing. “Stop it? Stop it?! We’re only just beginning! We have our whole life ahead of us. With you by my side we can do anything! We can start a happy family if you’d like?”

Anything but that. “Get away from me!”

One of his hands let go, going straight to your pants, slipping in like they weren't there. “This is where you’re weak, right?” His eyes never left yours. 

His finger brushed your clit, rubbing it exactly how you liked. But not this time. It was mechanical, viscous and forced. You felt around the carpet, by the boxes for anything. Something that could get you out of this bind, something to get him off of you. 

“I distinctly remember having you like this on the bed. My fingers were so deep, you couldn't think. Shall we try that again, Love?”

There. Something long and thin protruding from one of the boxes. You didn't know what it was, nor did you care. It sliced your fingers when you pulled, ready for the right moment. 

“What, cat got your tongue? I thought you loved calling my name when you were like this under me? There isn't anyone else, is there?”

“I. Said.” You found what little courage you could muster. “Leave. Me. Alone!”

The box cutter you grabbed revealed itself when you stuck it straight into his shoulder. Satoru didn’t scream, he didn't even wince. But he backed off and stared at it as you got up, half expecting him to grab at you again. He didn't. He just stared and watched you leave into the bedroom. 

You slammed the door, running straight to the window, trying to move it. Of course it had jammed again, the one thing Satoru always whined at you for. “You’ll die if there was ever a fire y’know?” He’d say, bugging you to pick up the new rollers for it. 

It wouldn't budge. "Come the fuck on you piece of shit!" 

Shit. You looked to the door and blocked it off as best you could, sliding furniture you through would hold the door. Anything. A desk chair, knotted scarf around the door knob to the handle of your wardrobe. You tried to move your bed out the way to block it.

And then came a bang. “Hey. I guess you never got that window fixed, huh?” 

Your stomach flipped, he was so calm, collected. Nothing he’d been just minutes ago. A sound you’d never forget came from the other side. A scratching, something almost smooth down the painted wood.

“You left something out here. Want it back? It’s pretty sharp.” 

You needed to get help, anything. Someone could help you, you knew it. You searched while Satoru spoke incoherently behind the door. Under your covers, behind the desk, under the paperwork stashed in the corner. 

You found it. Typing away at the passcode, your tablet opened up. Finding the call button, your friends face popped up on the screen and she answered quickly. 

‘Hey you, what’s up?” Your friend’s voice was a light in the tunnel, one you hadn’t heard for a while.

“Shoko. I need you to call the police, its Satoru he-”

“What did he do?”  She cut you off, her chilled, soft voice changing to more serious and stiff.

The little knocks and bangs on the door grew louder, Satoru chuckled. “Who y’talkin’ to? Come on baby! Open up!” 

You kept your eyes on the door, expecting him to kick it down with the half assed barrier you put up between you. You kept talking. “He’s gone crazy. I tried to break up-”

Shoko tutted, you could hear the vile rage through the speaker. “Jesus christ! I told you to do that months ago! Where is he?” 

“I’m sorry I didn't believe you- Please help-”

Satoru clawed at the door, cooing and musing your name through the wood. “If you open up, I promise to be nice! Don’t leave your man out here on his own, it's dark, and I’m scared.”  

You backed away and kept looking, but you were able to drown his voice out for a moment.

“You're so blind. I’ve already told you this, you should never have gotten together in the first place. But you blew me off. He’s a psycho and now he’s got his hooks in you so deep.” There was muffled static, a moment where you were more alone than you had ever been in your life. “ I’m calling the police. Break the window, I’m coming over.” 

The phone line disconnected for a second time that night. Your heart thumped against your chest it was fit to burst. You search for something heavy to break your window, a paper weight? Or a high heeled shoe? You were so entwined with the despair, you didnt realise that it had gone quiet out in the hallway. 

“Satoru?” Your voice was barely a whisper, but you knew he would be able to hear you. 

Taking a step back, you perched against the window, listening out for something. A breath, footsteps or a groan. But nothing. And the silence was even worse. Because you didn’t know where he was. You worried that the things against your door wouldn’t hold, but they did. Perhaps he left. 

You picked up the glass snow globe you had gotten as a gift. Satoru picked it up from his travels. You were happy to smash it in the window whether it broke it or not. Turning around, you kept an eye on the door with your hand raised to hit the window, protecting your eyes. 

But something was amiss. It had gotten a lot darker in the room. You glared outside and Satoru was there above the porch by the window. His eyes wider than ever, face pressed against the window. A cat that found a mouse to pounce on. 

“I found you.” 

You froze on the spot, dropping the snowglobe. It smashed, the liquid soaking into your socks. Satoru broke the window clean with a single punch, the glass cutting you in the process. It happened so quick. In an instant. His arms around you with that maniacal smile of his. 

“Let’s go somewhere no one will ever find us. Not even Shoko. Because we’ll die before I share you with anyone.”

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[merafanbrainthatmerafans]

Hello I’m glad requests are open I didn’t want to send something in without double checking. I was wondering how the members of the bakusquad (+Shinso if possible) would react to the reader being completely oblivious to the guys flirting or crushing on them. They’re very much under the impression that they’re all just being nice, the reader is crushing on them but they’re under the impression that the guys are just good friends.

(I hope this makes sense I’ve been trying to word this as best I can. English isn’t my strong suit)

Lmao same tho I'm Ukrainian and sometimes even grammarly doesn't save me T^T

Anyway, I got you here's what you asked for <33

🧡 Bakusquad (+Shinsou) Reacting to an Oblivious Reader 💥

💥 Bakugo Katsuki

This man is dying inside.

He’s not the type to just say how he feels, but he thinks it’s so obvious—why else would he be tolerating someone this much?!

“Oi, dumbass, I don’t just hang out with anyone.”

He literally glares when someone tells him to confess directly, because he did—at least in his mind.

When you respond with, “Aww, you’re such a nice friend, Bakugo!” he nearly explodes on the spot.

He WILL corner you one day, slamming his hands on the wall: “I LIKE YOU, GOT IT? NOT AS A FRIEND—AS SOMEONE I WANNA DATE.”

If you’re still confused? God help him.

⚡ Kaminari Denki

At first, he thinks it’s kinda cute—until he realizes you actually don’t get it.

He flirts all the time, drops winks, compliments your outfits, even does the classic stretch-arm-over-the-shoulder move.

“You know, you look really cute today.” “Aw, you’re so nice, Kaminari!”

He MALFUNCTIONS. 💀

Will absolutely whine about it to the squad: “HOW DENSE CAN THEY BE?!”

Eventually just straight-up says: “Okay, but what if I wanna be more than friends?” while pouting.

🍡 Sero Hanta

He thinks it’s hilarious at first—your clueless reactions are kinda cute.

But when he casually asks, “Would you ever date a guy like me?” and you say, “Of course! You’re such a great friend!”

Bro.exe has stopped working.

He gives you SO MANY chances to realize it—lingering touches, compliments, lowkey flirting—and yet, nothing.

Will eventually just be like, “Okay, but real talk—I like you. Like, ‘hold hands and kiss’ like you.”

🍗 Kirishima Eijiro

He’s so patient but also SO SHY when it comes to actually saying the words.

Compliments you constantly: “You’re amazing, Y/N! Anyone would be lucky to date you!”

“Aww, thanks, Kiri! You’re such a good friend.”

Visible frustration but still smiling. 😃

Tries to do cute, romantic gestures—like gifting you things, taking you out for food—but you still think it’s platonic.

Eventually has to hype himself up and confess directly: “I really, really like you, Y/N—not just as a friend. Can we go out?”

💜 Shinsou Hitoshi

He thinks you’re doing this on purpose.

Like, there’s NO WAY someone can be this dense, right?

Flirts in his usual deadpan but smooth way: “You know, you’re kinda my favorite person.”

“Aww, that’s sweet, Shinsou! You’re my favorite, too.”

…bruh.

He doesn’t even get mad, just stares at you in disbelief.

One day, he straight-up asks, “What would I have to do to make you realize I like you?”

Once you finally understand, he just sighs: “Took you long enough.”

💖 CONCLUSION: The Bakusquad loves you, but LORD do you make it difficult. Someone (probably Mina) has to step in and spell it out for you. Once you finally get it, though? Worth it.

(Also my gay ass wants to add the girls too so...)

🌸 Mina Ashido

This girl is losing her mind.

Like, she is being SO OBVIOUS. Flirting? ✅ Randomly holding your hand? ✅ Cuddling up to you? ✅ Calling you her “cute little crush”? ✅

And yet, you still giggle and go, “Haha, you’re so affectionate, Mina! You’d make such a great girlfriend for someone.”

EXCUSE ME???

She screams into a pillow later.

Starts getting more and more dramatic about it. One day, she deadass twirls her hair and says: “Soooo, wanna be my girlfriend, cutie?”

“Wait… are you serious???”

She grabs you by the shoulders: “YES, I HAVE BEEN FOR MONTHS.”

Lowkey fake cries when you finally say yes because IT TOOK YOU THIS LONG. 😭

🎸 Jirou Kyoka

This woman is struggling.

She’s not as obvious as Mina, but her crush is painfully obvious to the squad.

Tries to play it cool but always blushes when you compliment her.

“You’re so talented, Jirou! I love listening to you play!”

“Pffft, whatever… thanks.” (internal gay panic)

Writes you a whole-ass song about liking someone oblivious and plays it for you.

“Wow, that’s such a relatable song! I hope your crush likes you back!”

Jirou.exe has crashed.

One day, she just gives up and straight-up says: “Dude. I like you. A lot. Please tell me you get it now.”

When you finally understand, she groans and facepalms but still hugs you super tight.

Final Thoughts:

Bakusquad (and now Mina & Jirou) are fighting for their lives.

You’re just out here thinking everyone’s super friendly while they all suffer. 😭

Someone (probably Mina or Kaminari) eventually LOCKS YOU IN A ROOM and forces you to think about it.

Once you finally get it, they all cheer and lowkey roast you for taking so long. 💀

[yuurei20]

I know this is easy stuff to check on the wiki but I like seeing what the characters themselves say about this kind of thing, so may I ask for a UM/signature spell compilation?

Hello hello! Thank you for this question! 🪄

This is done! Starting with Kalim:

Description:

Kalim describes his unique magic “Oasis Maker” (hidden meaning: The Enduring Blessing) as the ability “to expend a little bit of magic power to produce large volumes of the finest water.”

(Incantations/spell names on JP vs. EN are being compiled here, caution for Book 7 screenshots)

When Grim points out that “there are plenty of other spells that let you conjure water…” Kalim says, “The point of Oasis Maker is its efficiency. It produces a lot using a very small amount of magic. Back before the advent of running water, one would have had to draw their own water and boil it to sterilize it. A spell like mine would have been a tremendous boon back then.”

He then seems to come over to Grim’s way of thinking, saying, “But I guess you’re right. Now that running water is a widespread service, it’s not the most useful of spells. But hey! I’m still confident that the water I conjure is the finest, most delicious water in all the land.”

Kalim later downplays his unique magic to Azul, saying, “It’s pretty useless when we’ve already got running water,” but Azul disagrees: “Some countries don’t HAVE that sort of infrastructure. Your power would make you nothing short of a hero to those people!”

Jamil also seems to undervalue Kalim’s unique magic, calling it a “little trick” that he had written off “as a worthless spell only good for watering plants or filling a pool.”

Azul says that Jamil does not appreciate his power for what it is.

In-Game Examples:

The examples we have seen of Oasis Maker thus far involve Kalim filling an oasis, restoring a dry river and “manipulating” a fountain during his dorm vignette.

[no-lost-vampire]

[Seth crouched near the gravestone, shaking a spray can before applying a final stroke. They leaned back, appreciating the bold blue letters spelling out 'Castor' over the previously engraved name. A few stars and a moon decorated the text.]

[With a proud expression, they look up at Castor.]

I'd say that's my best work yet.

- @uncloaked-fangs

[He stares at it for a moment, not knowing what to say, before a smile grows on his face.]

It’s perfect. I don’t know why I didn’t do this sooner- I just-

I’m extremely grateful, thank you.