#jinx said ‘don’t feel guilty you can be with her’

[jane-asmo]

Why I think Caitlyn didn’t ask Vi for forgiveness

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The importance of Caitlyn’s “I know”

A key moment in Caitlyn’s character narrative is her “I know”—both its content and delivery.

The content: When Caitlyn says, “I know,” it doesn’t just mean “You’re right.” It means, “I’ve taken the time to think about this.” And thinking is what Caitlyn does best. Her “I know” conveys that she has already had this conversation with herself, over and over in her head. She’s thought about it constantly, she’s already told herself these things, and she’s already blamed herself for them.

The delivery: She screams it with violence, and we can see this represented by the boat falling apart. It’s not just that she has thought about it; it’s tormenting her. Her “I know” is incredibly powerful because it’s filled with suffering.

To me, this is as valid as an apology because asking for forgiveness is outward-facing—focused on the other person. "Asking for forgiveness" says, “Whether I’ve forgiven myself or not, whether I feel guilty or not, it’s on you to decide to forgive me.”

But here, Caitlyn’s “I know” is inward-facing. It means, “I’m not asking you to forgive me because I can’t even forgive myself.”

She knows everything you’re saying, and it torments her.

This is followed by:

"I didn’t even have time to think before they hauled her off."

This line is so telling. Everything about Caitlyn is tied to thinking and reflection.

Being a sniper means aiming and shooting. Aiming is the equivalent of thinking, and shooting is the equivalent of speaking. Everything Caitlyn does is deliberate and thought through.

This is why some people dislike her: as I’ve said before, unlike other characters, Caitlyn’s actions can’t be forgiven easily because she doesn’t do anything by accident.

Then we get to:

"We can’t erase our mistakes. None of us."

Caitlyn speak in “we.”

In the prison scene with Jinx:

"No amount of good deeds can undo our crimes."

This scene mirrors the rage she felt when she threw the boat. In this moment, she’s speaking to Jinx, but also to herself.

Caitlyn and Jinx are paralleled so many times throughout the show. Caitlyn quickly realized that, in some ways, she had become like Jinx. And so, in order to forgive Jinx, she would first have to forgive herself.

At this point in the episode, the person Caitlyn hates the most is herself.

But she no longer has the "energy" to hate, neither Jinx nor herself.

Energy comes from fuel. What she perceives as a lack of strength to keep fighting is simply the fact that the fuel that powered her hatred has disappeared. And when you stop feeding a fire, it eventually dies out. She has no energy left; she has no fuel to sustain her hatred.

It's a particular way of saying, I don’t hate you anymore, and I don’t want to hate myself anymore either, because in the end, that hatred corrupts us/everything .

In her own unique way, Jinx also says, I didn’t know your mother was there, even if it wouldn’t have changed anything. And this too is a strange way of taking a step toward the other.

We have two brilliant and intelligent women who express their emotions in unconventional ways. ----------

There’s also a whole analysis that could be done about her concept of justice and rules, "but I don’t have the energy" to dive into that here. Still, it would only lead back to the fact that Caitlyn doesn’t see herself as the right person to free Jinx (and therefore to forgive her) because she believes she herself is beyond forgiveness.

[the-dumpster-fire-of-life]

Hiii!! I saw your requests were open & was wondering if you could do a hurt/comfort vi x f!reader (romantic but could be platonic I don’t mind). Reader could be from the undercity and have similar experiences w vi so they relate and understand each other on that level. Not rlly sure what the angst could be but there’s a lot of canon to work from (like maybe vi sees smth that reminds her of her time in prison? Or smth idk), and reader is there to like, comfort/ground her. Like overall vi has a shitty time but has someone in her corner to listen/comfort her and maybe give her a hug yk? Anyways tyyy!

Sure I can! Enjoy!

To Be Loved

Vi hadn’t seen you in so long, at least, that she can remember. The alcohol did that.

All she remembered now was the shame of you finding her in the cramped apartment, after seeing her brutal pit fight.

The blood coating her knuckles, the makeup and black hair dye. But under it all, it was still your Vi.

Your hands cradled her off the floor, and she couldn’t understand why, but the feeling of your hands on her skin once more, brought tears.

“Oh, Vi…”

“I’m- I’m so tired, (Name)…I can’t-“ Vi cried, snot rubbing onto your shirt as she sobbed and gripped onto it with all the strength she could.

“I couldn’t protect her- I let him down… I let everyone down.” Vi insisted. It was unspoken of the people she spoke of, their names were never said out loud but it was practically screaming.

You told the stories, shared the memories and the pain, but never said their names. It made it real. It seemed like it was barely hitting Vi just now…

That her life would never be the same. Powder wouldn’t come home after playing with Ekko, Claggor and Mylo wouldn’t be clambering around on the floor, and Vander would never call them for dinner in The Last Drop.

Ever again.

Her family was gone.

The realization made her ugly sob into your neck, the sound crackling throughout the room as you held the back of her head and rubbed her back as you both sat on the ground.

The ring was her way of punishing herself. To feel the pain in her mind she had caused Powder, caused Jinx and Vander and Mylo and Claggor, even Ekko.

“You didn’t fail them.” You insisted, shaking your head as you shushed her cries and holding her to you. She tried to rebuttal, shaking her head but you simply pulled back.

You cradled her face in your hands, the look on her face so similar to seven years ago.

You mustered up your best smile and shook your head as you wiped her tears and she stared and cried at the feeling.

“You were a kid, Vi. Nothing was your fault.” You whispered gently, pressing your forehead to hers. Your lashes almost tickled her cheeks, almost mixing with her tears as she sniffled.

“Vanders proud of you. Powder…she’s not dead. She’s still here…” You whispered softly, your hand faintly ghosting over her heart.

Even if Powder changed, no matter how much she rebutted her name and past, grew her hair and grew taller, she couldn’t rid herself of the prescrnse you and Vi had on her life. She was still Powder. Just different.

“I hurt her.” Vi stated, trying to avoid your gaze. You frowned, looking her over for a moment as you saw the shame. She never wanted to hurt Powder.

“You love her.” Was all you could offer, pressing a gentle kiss to your loves forehead as she closed her eyes.

Everything inside her hurt, everything was aching and she hated herself. She felt guilty for indulging in your comfort, in taking it.

But even if everything was falling apart, her home, you, was still standing.

Your soft hands cradling her, your lips ghosting over her cheeks, her nose, her lips, her forehead and brows and lashes…she couldn’t help but drown herself in it.

She held onto you. Gripping your shirt and fisting it between her fingers as she hid herself in the comfort you provided.

In your comfort, Vi knew she would be okay.

The steady beat of your heart just made it all the more real. The hands that cradled her made it all the more real.

And you sealed it with a kiss.

[girlboypersonthingy]

Can I request Vi, Jinx and Caitlyn trying to cheer up/apologize to their S/O after a nasty fight? I wonder what they would do to try and make it up to them.

AAAHHHH ANGSTY GIRLS ARE MY WEAKNESS 😩💔 As always, I am so grateful for the request! Also sorry this took so long… ENJOY~

VI 💘

Okay, she def said some mean shit to you. She’s good with her fists, but she has a sharp tongue too. She can destroy someone with her words just as fast as she could with her bare hands.

You’re hurt and upset, probably crying or maybe you’re angry at her. She knows you’re upset at her too…she just doesn’t care rn.

Once she’s gone off on her own to calm down, she’s thinking about what she said to you and the longer Vi thinks about it, replaying the words in her head, the more she feels guilty.

She comes back to find you later with the saddest look on her face. It’s obvious that she feels so guilty she wants to die right now but it doesn’t make the sting of her words any better.

“(Y/N)….I…” She can’t even come up with words that could fix this. She knows she really fucked up.

She’d definitely try to physically comfort you before she would try to offer comforting words. She does not know how to say sorry, it’s lowkey so hard for her. She feels sorry but the words just won’t leave her mouth.

Vi would sit or lay beside you and gently cup your chin in her hand, turning your face so she can look at you.

“Sorry…” She finally spits it out, watching your eyes water.

Then she’d go straight in for a kiss, maybe on the lips, maybe on your forehead. She’ll put her lips wherever you’ll let her rn.

If you accept/return the kiss, now she’s feeling more comfortable with talking. She’ll apologize again then kiss you again then apologize again then kiss you again, maybe slip a little compliment in about how precious you are to her then back to kisses. This goes on for like 5 minutes straight until you’re smiling a bit and your heart feels full again.

If you DONT accept her kisses or apologies, she’ll get so sad. This girl will just watch you with wide eyes, chewing on her lip as she asks “what…can I do?”

Honestly, give her any task you can think of, she will do it so fast with no complaints. Tell her to go jump off a bridge and she’s running there. Tell her to actually give you a proper apology and she will stutter through it and look at you with puppy dog eyes as she tries her best to make you feel like she doesn’t hate you.

If you’re just giving her the silent treatment, she will literally go disappear for like 8 hours. She’ll just give you space and go think about what she did. She’ll spend this time reflecting inward, thinking about what lead up to the outburst, why she felt the way she did, why she let her emotions get the best of her, why she took it out on you of all people.

When she finally comes back, hopefully you’re more ready to listen and respond to her. She’s so grateful when you are.

She will do literally anything for you when you’re upset with her. Even if it’s illegal or dangerous or something she has no idea about, she’ll figure it out and do it for you. Think there’s something she won’t do? Try her.

Once you’ve been consoled and talked to properly, when you’ve finally accepted her apology, she just wants to be close to your. You don’t have to be cuddling, you could just be holding hands or laying down with your head in her lap. She just needs the physical reassurance that you’re still her ✨partner✨

JINX 🦋

Let’s be real…Jinx blows up on you a lot. She just loses it too often and you two are so close, you’re always right in the path of destruction.

She’s not really the type to apologize after every time she blows up on you. If it’s obvious that you’re just butt hurt and irritated with her, she won’t bring up what happened but she will get all clingy and nice all of a sudden. She knows what she did and she’s gonna cheer you up and make you feel loved. She just wants to remind you that she’s unstable but your relationship shouldn’t be. She’s trying.

If she really upsets you, says something that really hits home, she’ll break down crying almost immediately after the words have left her lips. You might not even be crying yet, but Jinx is. She can tell by the look on your face, the way your lips are turned down and your eye brows are lowered, she can tell that you are truly hurt.

When you’re upset like this, she will cry hysterically as she tries to apologize and explain herself. She’ll be sniffling and hiccuping as she furiously wipes her wet eyes. Honestly, when she gets like this you think maybe she’s more upset than you are rn.

When she yells at you like this, it all comes pouring out of her mouth in the heat of the moment. She’s just in a blind rage. But as your face changes, she’s always reminded of her sister. The way her sister would yell at her and call her names. It triggers her and she always ends up sobbing in your lap, begging for your forgiveness, begging for you to stay with her, begging for you to love her still.

If you readily accept her apology and maybe offer her some comfort, she will comfort you back tenfold! She’s playing with your hair, gently scratching your back, offering to rub your feet while she’s still apologizing every so often. She feels like a bad dog who needs punishing and bc you won’t really punish her, she turns to manual labor on you. This is her punishment, pampering you until she’s exhausted.

If you’re not so quick to accept her apology, she gets scared…like actually terrified of you walking out on her right now. She’ll get really quiet, probably not even crying anymore, but she won’t let go of you. She’ll stay flush against you, her arms trapping your torso against her own. She feels like if she just clings to you, you can never leave. She can’t handle you leaving…plz don’t leave her.

As you both sit in silence, she’ll remain still, only moving to tighten her grip or lay her head on your other shoulder. In this moment, nothing else matters to her, no one else matters to her. Sure, she’s probably scared of being alone, but she’s never loved someone as much as she loves you. You are her everything…if she loses you…then she has nothing else to lose. She doesn’t know what she’ll do then.

She’s basically having a silent panic attack as she clings to you, awaiting your response. And she’ll wait forever if she has to.

If you need some space and time to yourself, she will literally just back away a little bit and still stay in the same room. She’s literally terrified…she thinks if she leaves the room she’ll never see you again. But she will stay silent and give you some breathing room.

Once you’re finally ready to talk about it, she’s constantly interrupting you to tell you that this is all her fault and how sorry she is. She isn’t trying to speak over you, she just feels like you shouldn’t be the one doing the talking, she just needs to make sure you know how horrible she feels.

As you talk it out and come to terms with what has happened between you two, she’ll get happy again and start smiling at you. She’s just so overjoyed that you forgave her and are willing to keep trying with her. That’s all she can ask of you…please keep trying. Don’t give up on her.

She’s a good girl at heart and she’s trying her best with what she’s got.

CAITLYN 🤍

It’s actually very rare that you two fight. Caitlyn can be very stubborn and hard headed but she is always willing to compromise for you.

This time tho…she just lost control. She was having a rough week, feeling like she lacked confidence and security in her job, feeling the weight of her parent’s expectations of her and she just snapped at you.

Yeah…it stings but she would never say anything offensive to you. Ever. She might raise her voice at you and call you a pain in her ass but a crude name or insult would never leave her mouth when talking to you.

She probably just told you to shut up and leave her alone bc she’s stressed okay? She can’t handle you rn. She needs to be alone and think in silence.

If you’re upset and decide to leave her be, she’ll spend maybe an hour or two alone before she comes to find you. When she does, she takes your hands in hers and says your name so softly. If you’re not looking at her, she’ll pull her hand away from yours to gently grab your chin and turn your face to her. She pretty much forces eye contact and tenderly whispers an apology.

If you decide not to leave her, maybe you just back away and stay on the other side of the room. She’ll accept your presence as long as you’re quiet…and after the way she said “shut up”, you’re sure to keep quiet.

After maybe 20 minutes, she’s speaking up to apologize…but she’s still in a sour mood. Don’t let her stern apology fool you. You should probably just stay silent.

Soon she’s waving her hand at you as she mumbles “come here…” and you do. You go to her slowly, noticing how she’s watching you. Once you’re within arms length of her, she’s reaching for your hands and trying to look into your sad eyes. She’ll shyly apologize as her thumbs rub over your hands.

If you don’t accept her apology so quickly, she’s very mature about it. She’ll tell you that she accepts your response and then she’ll say how sorry she is again before leaving you to think about it more. She’ll give you space for as long as you need it. She’ll busy herself with other things while still thinking of what she can say to make you understand how sorry she is. She’ll take this time apart to really think about how much you mean to her and how she can better herself and your relationship.

If you immediately accept her apology, she’ll pull you into a tight hug and gently kiss your cheek before explaining herself to you. Caitlyn feels like she has to explain where she’s coming from and why she snapped like that. She needs you to know that she’s not upset with you and she shouldn’t have taken her anger out on you. She doesn’t want you thinking she’s mad at you when she’s actually mad at everything but you.

Whenever you decide to accept her apology, she wants to have a whole conversation about it immediately. Like I said, Caitlyn is very mature, very polite and caring. She wants to talk this out like a couple in love should. She wants to dive deep into your partnership and make sure you’re feeling okay.

She just cares about you so much. She never means to snap at you…she’s just under a lot of pressure. So when it does happen, she can’t just sweep it under the rug. She must be sure that you still love her and that you know she still loves you. Plz tell her you still love her.

[vickillaman]

Is there anything so undoing as a sister?

Jinx is alive.

“Vi was strong because she was afraid. Her fear of losing us is what made her fight so hard”.

“You’re never gonna give up on me, are you? You don’t need to worry about me anymore. You don’t need to feel guilty about being happy. You deserve to be happy with her”.

Jinx was right there, staring at her sister,  begging her to save herself, begging her to understand that she can’t save their dad. She was staring at her sister crying and not being able to fight back as the beast attacked her, still trying to call out to his humanity, to Vander, to her dad.

And Jinx knew: Vi’s love for her family will be the end of her.

Everything has changed and Vi just can’t bring herself to accept it because she is still a kid that wants the best for her sister; a daughter that was told to protect her family; a girl that knows nothing but how to give every single piece of herself to the ones she loves just to find out that it’s never enough.

How much more can she give before there’s nothing left?

Jinx didn’t want to find out. She didn’t want her to worry about her anymore, didn’t want her to be strong and afraid all the time. Jinx wanted Vi to be happy, to put her happiness above all else and she knew that Vi won’t be able to do that as long as her little sister was around. She knew after spending months with Isha and already willing to throw herself at the hands of death to just be able to reach her, to save her that Vi will never be able to live for herself if Jinx was there with her.

Vi will always choose her family even if it kills her. Vi will always prioritize her family over herself over and over and over again. Vi will always try to chase her monsters away.

In the end, is there really anything so undoing as a sister?

Jinx knew that in order for Vi to take a leap forward, her little sister needed to get left behind.

She left to build something new. Someone else worth building it for.

Jinx is alive. But Vi’s sister is dead.

P.S. And Caitlyn knows that Jinx is alive, too. That’s why we see her looking at the Hexgates’ plan and a part of Jinx’s bomb. And most importantly that’s why we see Caitlyn’s face, pensive and tense, exactly before we see the airship: the one that we know Powder said she would ride in, someday.

Cait just doesn’t let Vi on about her suspicions for the exact same reason she knew that if Vi got hold of the keys to free Jinx, she’ll be the one left in the cell just for Caitlyn to let her out in the end (always and for the rest of their lives now, probably).

[razorblade180-heated]

Early Christmas Gift

[Warning, smut. Like the whole thing]

It had been a looooog day for Jaune Arc. The end of a crazy mission that had far too many explosions, the loss of his wallet for half the day which forced him to miss his boat, and finally, bad turbulence on a flight all the way back to Vale. Now it was the dead of night and he was wheeling his luggage down the sidewalks. At least he didn’t vomit on the ride, this time.

“Note to self, Vacou kids are amazing pickpockets.” He mumbled aloud. Thank goodness Ren was quick on his feet and that Nora could be as scary as she could be sweet. If not, things could’ve been worse. Now that he was back in the city, his Scroll was practically blowing up with messages. Notably, his girlfriend, Yang, called a little more than Ruby. Before he could finally return a call, his scroll rang with Yang’s name.

He laughed nervously and smiled, preparing himself as he answered. “H-”

“SO YOU ARE ALIVE!? WHAT THE HECK MAN!?” The blonde yelled, relieved and annoyed.

Honestly, less aggressive than he expected. “Hi baby. I’m sorry.” Jaune deflated as he spoke. “Today has been a day.”

“That’s putting it mildly. Weren’t you supposed to be home seven hours ago? Did the mission go south? You didn’t get hurt did you?”

“No, the mission was pretty Nora core. All and all we made good time but then someone stole my stuff, missed my boat; lots of other very, very exhausting stuff. I’m walking home as we speak.”

“Wow. That’s…definitely a lot. Wait, you’re walking? It’s nearly midnight. You could’ve called me or someone to pick you up from the port.”

“I figured everyone was asleep.”

“Get real. Do you really think I’d be sound asleep before I knew you were okay?”

Those words warmed his heart greatly. “Thanks Yang. I’m fine though. Vale isn’t some ghost town at night. I am sorry though. We had plans to meet today. You must’ve been waiting a while.”

“You…could say that.” Yang laughed sheepishly. “Here I was, ready to see my boyfriend after we finished our missions and his annoying personal challenge was achieved.”

“A month without sex is a test of will and power.” He defended.

“November is the time for good food and being thankful. Anything else is wild. Besides, we’ve both gone years without fun stuff. Why add a month?”

“Heh, I don’t think being a single or a virgin counts. You’re just opted in at that point. How did your mission go by the way?”

“Got home on time.”

“Ouch… where’d the warmth go?” He teases.

“I know you’re fine now. If you want warmth then…maybe I should see you?”

“You’re an island away. Even if you caught the final flight I’d feel guilty. Though if it makes you feel better…I’ve been missing you all day.”

“…Always the charmer. I’ve definitely been missing you too.” She said, a little more bashful than usual.

“There’s always tomorrow. I’m definitely not going anywhere. Aside from grocery shopping.”

“Have you eaten?”

“My apartment should still have something edible. I’ll probably grab a snack, bathe, and crash.” He finally reached his building’s street. “Anyways, I’ve officially made it home safely. Just several feet away. Now you can have pretty dreams knowing I’m safe.”

“Nope. Not until you go through your front door. I’m not hanging up until you do.”

“Okay, okay. Heh, honestly with my luck something crazy would happen if I hung up early.” He laughed.

“Please don’t jinx yourself.”

Jaune made his way down the hall, up some annoying stairs, and to the front of his door.

“Kay, now you are free to sleep.”

“Have a wonderful night, handsome.” Yang made a kiss noise over the phone and hung up.

Just like that, Jaune felt the warmth again. She was so good to him. He’d definitely have to treat her to a dinner or some kind of club date. The man found his keys and went inside his home at last. Instantly his nose was greeted with wonder and bliss. That was…odd. He put down his belongings and walked over to the kitchen; a flick of the light revealed a hot box of pizza. Jaune had to do a double take to make sure this was his place. He then noticed Yang’s emblem drawn in orange on the box.

“Ah, that’s why she asked if I ate.” He smiled before quickly going back to being confused. How was the pizza hot? Yang had a key to his place but when was she over here? Did she leave briefly before he called? Unless…

Jaune looked towards the absolute darkness that was his living room and squinted. Not that it helped with the balcony blinds shut. “Yang?”

His call was answered with snickering. “Hehehe, I do love watching your brain at work. Although…” She pulled the metal lamp string next to her to light up the room. “You’re also cute when it’s derailed.

And derailed it was. There his cute girlfriend was, sitting on his black leather recliner his family had bought him. Her smile was cheeky as well as ear to ear. She sure caught him by surprise, but the real shock was her outfit. A silly little Santa hat on top of her head jingled while the only thing on her body was a red tube top with white frills that was fighting for his life, a matching miniskirt that barely went halfway down her thighs, and very, very long red stockings that compensated for the skirt’s lack of…well, skirt.

Jaune’s mouth went dry and his eyes embarrassingly wide. It was as if Yang had knocked the exhaustion out of them. He wasn’t quite sure where he should’ve been looking at first, but then noticed despite how confidently the lady sat there with her legs crossed, her cheeks were branded pink and her gaze, while excited, was also avoiding complete eye contact.

“For the record, I’ve been in this for quite awhile.” She said, breaking the silence. “It took guts to commit to this surprise.”

“Now I’m curious what you would’ve done if I had called you to pick me up!”

“Then Remnant would’ve gotten a hot Mrs. Claus on a motorcycle.” She smirked. “Although I’m actually very relieved that was not the case. It’s cold out there!”

Not the issue Jaune thought she was going to say but he rolled with it. Not that he had much choice. Yang finally stood up and slowly walked towards him, draping her arms over his shoulders and giving a more endearing grin despite her obvious flustered face. “Welcome home. As you can see, I missed you.”

He nodded, “Yeah, I can feel the yearning. Hehe, you look…wow. Talk about an early present.” His hands automatically went to hold her waist.”

Yang got on her toes and gained a very sweet and joyful kiss. She’s glad her efforts paid off, but she could tell Jaune really had a long day. “Go grab a slice and unwind yourself. I’m not going anywhere so- mmph!?”

Her offer was outright denied, thrown to the side as Jaune pulled her body closer and back into a more passionate kiss that fluttered her heart and stole her breath. The longer kept her in his arms, the more she found herself melting into the embrace to the point her knees buckled before he allowed her to breathe again.

Frazzled, Yang found herself stammering and chewing on her bottom lip. “I um- I uhh can wait a while longer for you to rest.”

“I’ve made you wait long enough.” He said with yearning and restrained lust as he pulled her back into a kiss that took custody of her tongue.

Yang felt herself rise up onto her toes as Jaune’s hands found residence on her shapely rear. He didn’t think twice about squeezing it as he picked her up and allowed her legs to wrap around his waist. It didn’t take long before her man went a step further in sliding his hands under the provocative skirt. Jaune quickly ended their kiss to gaze at her as her face grew red from his curious expression.

“No underwear huh?” He said, sinking his digits into warm flesh. “What am I going to do with you?”

“Funny. I was wondering the same thing.” Her hands rubbed his broad chest. “Come sit on the couch for you me will ya?”

He followed her quest and sat right in the middle of the couch. Yang was about to get off him for the next step, but was clearly taken by surprise when his teeth tugged her tube top down, freeing her massive chest before ravishing them. A jolt ram through her spine as his warm tongue lapped around her nipples. His hands kept her waist pressed down on her lap to the point she had no choice but to feel his pulsing cock through tight jeans. Nevertheless, Yang couldn’t stop her hips from grinning along it, dampening the fabric severely.

“H-Hey…wait! I-mmm” Her voice shook, feeling him sink his teeth into her. Jaune leaned forward, putting Yang on her back as he continued devouring her body. “Jaune! Hold on~ I…had a whole routine~” Yangs mewls only served to make him more daring. His tongue trailed up her neck, causing her entire body to arch as he met her lips again for another kiss. Yang was overwhelmed with the scent of the boy and his rough day, which she increasingly found more and more dulling to her senses. She didn’t even notice Jaune had unzipped his pants until she felt his buring hot tip rubbing along her folds. “Mmmph”

Jaune could already feel her lips quivering as they coated his cock. To get this excited so quickly; he wasn’t one to talk though. He began pushing his hips continuously into the molten warmth.

“Aaaaah!” Yang felt the wind leave her body as Jaune’s thick cock spread her body apart and filled her inch by inch until she felt the weight of his balls against her ass. He slowly began dragging himself out halfway before plummeting back in as he grunted. “Ah fuck!” Yang gripped his forearms as her body tripped to adjust.

“Gods, I missed you. You’re so wet.”

“Who’s fault is that!?” Yang’s breathing became sharper as Jaune started moving. “Nng, too big. Rock solid too~”

“It has been a long month. I’m dying for a release.”

“How do you think I feel!? It hasn’t been easy for me either.” She pouted. Suddenly she felt his movements slow. “Jaune?” He raised himself up and looked down at her with a shocked look from between her legs. “What?”

“Are you telling me you didn’t touch yourself the entire time?”

Yang felt heat rush to her face. Looking at him became a lot harder so she turned her head to the side. “What would be the point? Even if I used a toy, I just wouldn’t feel as good as you.”

A brief silence fell on them. Yang awaited his response when she suddenly felt him twitch inside her. Jaune’s hands held her waist tightly and raised her lower body off the couch with ease, causing her to look his way. “What are you-” was all she could manage before seeing Jaune thrust his hips forward, causing another series of jolts as he began to go all out.

Yang’s mouth fell open and stayed that way as voiceless, broken cries left her throat until a scream finally broke out. “AAAAGHN~” her brain became a mess, her eyes fluttering at the sight of jaune mercilessly fucking her pussy until their sex became loud and wet. Her stomach felt like fire as her hips became numb with the pleasure of being turned inside out. Each deep rub made her gasp for air she couldn’t gain while her chest bounced to the rough rhythm. “B-baby. Baby! Aaah!” Yang reached for him and he gladly returned to her embrace. She knew despite her pleas, his pace would not falter; nor did she want it to. Their pleasure had built too quickly to turn back now. With a final raise of his hips, Yang felt the man bury himself deep inside and release a rush of heat that made her body squeeze him for more as her vision blurred momentarily. When she recovered, Jaune was already pulling out slowly and giving both of their bodies a break. Still, if you were to go by appearances, Jaune’s body hadn’t calmed down in the slightest.

“Looks like all of you missed me.” Yang huffed, sitting up as her legs gained some feeling. “If I didn’t know any better, I would think you were trying to have a kid.”

Jaune watched the woman run her middle finger along her slit to pick up some of the lust he left dripping in her. Yang looked him dead in the eyes as she lapped up the naughty taste, making him blush.

“I had an entire routine planned out and you threw it to the side. Not that I mind.”

“You can’t say the things you said a

and wear this without expecting me to get riled up.”

“Heh, touché.” Her gaze fell on his erection, the near seven inches of solid flesh was still ready. Might as well start her plans now, Yang thought. She leaned forward, crawling on hands and knees until she was in the perfect spot to lower her head.

Jaune shuddered as he felt her hot lips wrap around his length to lick him lavishly. Now he knew Yang was horny for sure. Giving head was never her favorite activity in this fun process, but now her face was happily burying itself in his lap repeatedly. His left hand brushed the blonde bombshell’s hair aside for an unobstructed view of her work.

Yang ran her tongue up and down the girth base, polishing it while making faint moans and wet smacks to turn him on more. She must’ve been losing her mind because the way his taste and smell overwhelmed her senses in the best way possible. Her grip on reality only came back when Jaune's hand struck her rear suddenly, his middle and ring finger slipping inside her body to stir her desires harder.

“Mmmm~”

Jaune couldn’t stop his smirk. “Oh you like that?”

“Mmhmm~” Yang readied herself and pressed down in one motion to feel this man in her throat before coming up for air. Yang could feel his digits grow relentless as they sped up. Unable to focus, she freed Jaune from her mouth in a fit of panting and mewls. Her hips couldn’t stop shaking, pushing against his hand to feel each knuckle rub deeper. “Gods, why is this so good?”

“Cum if you need to. Let me see that pretty face.”

“No~ I…I wanted to use my tits on you. But now I…I’m…” Yang let out a long, heartfelt sigh. How did things get this messy so fast? “Put it back in me. I want it.”

Jaune retracted his fingers and did his best to regain his own composure; a difficult task when the love of his life not only pleaded, but brazenly kissed along his shaft in a stupor of want and desire. “Ngh, Yang, get on my lap if you want it.”

Yang got on her knees then swung her right leg to the other side of Jaune’s waist. The boy wasted no time massaging and kneading her chest, riddling it with bits as Yang cooed. Her body dropped slowly, piercing herself onto Jaune’s flesh.

“Aaaaghn~” her hands ran up his chest and gripped his shoulders as Yang started bouncing on his lap, putting all her weight down each time to feel her womb get knocked on. Jaune’s mouth stayed busy where it was but his hands returned to her rear, molding it like clay as he helped push her down to the base. Her hips buckled. “Fuck!”

Heavy, wet smacks echoed every time her ass slammed onto Jaune’s lap. The man couldn’t believe the tightness that surrounded him; the way it clung it his length and coated it with ecstasy that reached his thighs. Engulfed by Yang’s heat, Jaune finally took a second to separate his lips from his body and removed his shirt. Yang’s arms all but sprang out towards him right after, pulling him into a feverish kiss while her hips moved on their own before his hands returned.

“You’re so in love with my ass tonight.” Yang hummed.

“I’m in love with it every night.” He continued kneading it, his fingers rubbing all of it. “Hey, so how much did you prepare for today?”

Yang didn’t get the question at first, until she felt a single finger tracing her asshole. Yang couldn’t hide the state of blushing red he put her into with his pesky intention. To make it worse, her body already gave him the answer to the question. Yang buried her face into the crook of Jaune’s neck and quivered as the naughty middle finger pressed into her slowly. A moan came from her throat and her hips worked over time on his cock as Jaune began to play his little game.

He could already feel her walls frantically twitching but he knew he could make Yang go crazy. He wanted to make the month of emptiness mean everything. He nipped at her ear as he continued fingering her. “You’re such a good girl, you that? Doing all this for me; allowing me to cut loose~” he thrusted up suddenly.

“AAAHH!” His nipping turned into feverish licks as well. Yang tried staying strong but now he was meeting her thrusts and pumped his finger into her more quickly. Her body became repeated jolts of pleasure to the point Yang could only bite her lover’s shoulder as a way to soften her growls.

Jaune’s only panting became like a drunken breath as he approached his end. “Good girl~” he cooed, leaning right into her ear and whispering it one more time. “Gooood girl.” He pressed her hips down against his waist, going as deep as possible. “Here’s your reward!” He grunted, cumming for the second time.

Every muscle in Yang’s body tensed all at once. She was certain she’d scream, yet the immense rush of pleasure stole voice, leaving nothing but a silent yell as she clung to him like a girl on a wild roller coaster. Pulse after pulse, she felt her insides get marked by Jaune. The dork was brazen enough to call it a “reward” and she had half a mind to thank him for it. They were going crazy. Not that she hated it for a second.

Yang felt Jaune relax under her body while she found the strength to set up after his hands finished toying with her. “Wow, that was- hmm” Yang stopped short as she witnessed Jaune struggling to keep his eyes open. Poor guy was spent! It was almost hard not to laugh. “Pfft, gee, looks like someone should’ve eaten.”

“I was hungry for other things.” He groaned, wrapping his arms around her torso and resting his face in her chest. “But now that pizza sounds like a wonderful idea.”

“Oh what to do with you?” Yang giggled, her hands combing through his hands. Truthfully, she wanted him to stay inside like this a little longer, but the last thing she wanted was her boyfriend withering away. Yang kissed the top of his head. “I’ll go fix you a plate.”

“You’re wonderful.”

“And you’re outstanding. My hips are still floating.” She said, embarrassed by her own honesty.

“Let’s wash up together after we eat.”

“Only washing?” She teased, only to feel him twitch inside of her. Yang gasped a little. Jaune raised his head to look into her eyes with a gaze that made her chew on her bottom lip again. Tonight was going to be a long night. “Welcome home.”

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Survival Mechanisms ~ George Weasley

This is part three, so make sure you read Is It Still Punishment if It's Worth It? and Clumsy, Clumsy first!

Warnings: none

Word count: 4k

The N.E.W.T. preparatory witch was absolute rubbish.

With the exams looming, Umbridge had allowed for a dodgy witch from the Ministry to host an exam study session of sorts on the Patronus Charm. It was hard to believe that Umbridge could hate so many things and yet endorse a witch that wore a hat with green shamrocks and orange balloons.

A load of the Gryffindors were lounging around on the seats that had been pushed against the walls, having produced a fully corporeal Patronus. They cracked jokes and laughed with each other. Every so often, one of them would lazily sweep their gaze across the room at the students still struggling with the spell. Their palpable arrogance seemed to bounce against the stone walls, weighing down the room. 

I gripped my wand tightly enough to feel every ridge of it against my skin.

Why were they still here? If they’d successfully completed the exercise, they could take their boisterousness somewhere else, preferably over the balcony of the Astronomy Tower. 

“Expecto Patronum!” I said firmly, circling my wand. The most pathetic stream of silver yet flowed from the tip of my wand, disappearing in an instant. I grit my teeth, circling my wand again. “Expecto Patronum!”

“No, dear,” said the supervising witch, waddling over to me. “The wand movement must flow. Like this.” She demonstrated, and the silver form of a dog burst forth, running through the air in the classroom with its tongue hanging out.

I ducked my head in thanks, and she walked away to help a Hufflepuff. I glared after her, imagining transfiguring her stupid hat into a flower pot of marigolds. When I turned back to the fake dementor, it wasn’t the only dummy standing there.

George leaned an elbow on the dementor’s shoulder, looking at me with his grin reeking with complications. “All right?”

I extended my wand towards the fake dementor, waiting for George to get out of the way. But he remained squarely where he was. “What?” I asked tersely. 

“Nothing.” His tone was far too smug for that to be true. “You’re just cute when you’re frustrated.”

Just then, George Weasley should’ve thanked every star in the sky that I wasn’t born a Welsh Green, otherwise he’d be a pile of cinders. Gritting my teeth, I flicked my wand at him, trying to scare him away, but George didn’t so much as flinch. “Go away,” I finally said. “I’m busy.”

George stood up straight, his arm leaving the dummy. But instead of going to join his housemates, he ambled closer. He had such a funny and easygoing way of walking. He put one foot in front of the other like it didn’t even matter where his feet ended up, because he was content wherever he was. “Struggling, are we?”

“Expecto Patronum!”

George side-stepped the spurt of silver that left my wand, and when it faded, he looked back at me. “Do you want help?”

“I’m not in the mood,” I warned. 

“What’s your memory?”

I shot him a withering glare. “I’m not telling you.” 

George brought both his hands to his chest, sticking out his lower lip. “You wound me.”

“I will if you don’t get out of the way,” I seethed.

George tilted his head to the side in the way he always did when he seemed to be sizing me up. Then he bent down and leaned in, and I prepared my wand, ready to cast the Revulsion Jinx if he so much as laid a finger on me. “Meet me on the sixth floor,” he said quietly, his words tickling my ear, “by the portrait of Edgar Stroulger.” 

“So you and your Gryffindor pals can ambush me?” I bit back, turning my head to look him directly in the eye. “Absolutely not.”

“Do you never trust anybody?” George’s soft question paired with his unassuming eyes almost made me feel guilty.

“If you want trust,” I replied, “go bestow your relentless charms on a Hufflepuff.”

George straightened, looking down on me with furrowed brows. For a moment, we simply stood there, staring at each other. Had I finally gone too far? Was he going to throw in the towel? Would he take the advice I wasn’t sure I meant and go find someone easier to talk to?

Then his face split into a grin. “You think I’m charming?”

How could he do that? I’d never known someone who could receive such acidic words from someone and spin them as if they’d been given a compliment. “Why would you help me?” 

“Because we’re friends now.” 

I raised an eyebrow. “What makes you say that?”

“Well,” George’s eyes flicked over to the witch who’d just finished demonstrating how her own patronus walked on all fours, “you said you don’t snog your friends. We’ve never snogged, therefore we’re friends.”

I rolled my eyes, ignoring the flipping of my stomach. “I don’t think that’s how logic works.”

“Innit?” George straightened. “If you want help, you know where I’ll be.” And with that, he walked in his unhurried way out of the room. 

The dark eyes of the dementor dummy bored into mine as I considered my options: staying and hoping the witch somehow became more helpful or taking a chance on George. I glanced at the witch, who was leading one of the other Slytherins in what appeared to be a breathing exercise. 

Okay, clearly George could offer as much, if not more than, the witch. But the humiliation of failing in front of the witch meant nothing compared to how I would feel if George laughed at me. 

Could I take that risk for the benefit of learning this charm?

I looked out the door George had just walked out of. 

-

Stopping at the entrance of the Study of Ancient Runes classroom, I glanced around the corner, waiting for any sign of danger. Seeing none and walking slowly, I rounded the corner, coming face to face with the portrait. 

Edgar Stroulger, the inventor of the Sneakoscope, looked warily down at me as he reached into his wrinkled purple robes to pull out the Dark Detector. It didn’t light up, spin, or whistle, which meant no one was doing anything untrustworthy nearby. 

Did George pick this portrait to make sure that I wasn’t planning anything sinister? Or did he pick it so that I could be sure he wasn’t planning anything sinister? 

Suddenly, the portrait swung outward.

My wand slid into my hand in an instant, and I pointed it, ready for action. “Calm down, it’s only me,” George said lightly, stepping out and closing the portrait behind him. 

I waited a beat, just to see if George would start squirming, but he didn’t look the least bit concerned by having the tip of my wand an inch away from the tip of his freckled nose. 

“Another make-out spot?” I asked, finally lowering my arm. 

“Not yet, but there’s always time,” George replied with a cheeky grin. I waited for him to lead me somewhere, but he just stood with his hands in his pockets, looking at me. 

“What?” I finally asked.

“You came.”

Were the words born of surprise? Excitement? Disappointment? I was unnerved by the fact that I couldn’t tell. “I don’t like failing.”

“Everyone knows that,” George chuckled. He gave a grand bow, indicating the hallway I’d just come through. “Shall we?”

I eyed George. Were we going to the Ancient Runes classroom? Or did he have somewhere else in mind? Was he bringing me to a second location? Wasn’t it common knowledge that one was never supposed to let a kidnapper take them to a second location?

“Well, we can’t practice charms in the hallway, can we?” he said, correctly interpreting my silence.

I sighed. “I’ll follow you then.”

George smiled and swept down the hallway, walking straight towards an empty stone wall. Was George about to walk right into it? And if so, did I have time to get snacks to watch? Just as I started to debate this, before my very eyes grew a large door, as if it’d just pooled out of the wall like melted chocolate. 

“How did you–” I started to ask, a bit breathless. “How did that door just…appear?

George looked pleased at my response. “Hogwarts is full of surprises.”

I shook my head. If anyone would know about a secret door in Hogwarts, my money was on the nosy Weasley twins, but still. 

George opened the door and made a little bow. “After you.”

My curiosity winning over my paranoia, I walked inside, glancing all about the room.

There was no furniture, only a wide-open space with a fire burning in the hearth across from the entrance. A few training dummies, similar to the ones the witch had been using, lined the walls. There lay an inherent conflict in the room between the cool, blue light from the windows which bounced off the mirrors and the yellow light of the glowing chandelier.

“Alright,” George said, rolling the sleeves of his uniform above his elbow as he brushed past me to stand in the very center of the room. “Let’s see what you’ve got.”

I followed him, dutifully pulling out my wand and keeping my eyes focused on one of the training dummies and not George. “Expecto Patronum.”

“You’re spiraling too big,” George said.

I tried again.

“No, not like–here.” The next thing I knew, George was at my back, his hand moving down my arm to encase my wand hand. “Smaller, softer.” My lips parted as his warm breath skittered across my cheek. His wrist moved, guiding my wand through the motions. “It’s not meant to be harsh.”

I glanced at the mirror across from us to see that George’s eyes weren’t focused on my hand, but on my face, which was steadily turning crimson.

If bringing me to this room was some sort of romantic move, I was determined that it would fail. The portrait of Edgar Stroulger would not become another make-out spot, and neither would this room. At least not with me. I kept my eyes studiously forward, waving my wand as instructed.

“Brilliant.” He spoke in a whisper, but it felt as though he were shouting. 

"Expecto Patronum!" Silver mist flowed from my wand, more than before, and it didn’t fade as quickly. 

“Better,” George said encouragingly. “Again.”

“Expecto Patronum!” Same result. 

“Try again.”

I repeated the action, and the silver mist was gone in a moment. “Augh, this bloody charm is impossible!”

George rubbed his chin thoughtfully, and the appraising manner with which he looked at me made me nervous. “What are you picturing when you’re trying to conjure it?”

“Not–”

“Y/L/N.”

I lapsed into silence, keeping my lips stubbornly closed. Under no circumstances was I going to give him ammunition.

“I’m not trying to hurt you,” George said softly. “I’m not harboring some secret plan to humiliate you. I’m trying to help, so will you please let those walls of yours down and let me?”

I just glared back at him, folding my arms tightly.

George sighed, moving to stand between the dummy and I. “Mine is a food fight with my family.”

The admission made me blink. Why would his response to my closed doors be to open his own? In spite of myself, I was interested. “Not some prank?”

George ducked his head, and I suddenly missed his smile. “No, not some prank. We were sitting down to dinner, and my dad leaned over to give my mum a kiss and he accidentally knocked over the cauldron, spilling pea soup everywhere.” George wrinkled his nose, as if he could smell it still. “My brothers and I were covered in it, and the whole dining room was dead silent…and then Fred threw his soggy roll at Bill, and next thing you know,” George smiled broadly, “we were all throwing food, even Mum, and Mum never willingly creates a mess.” 

Even though I hadn’t been there, his memory was captivating enough that I could picture the large family laughing and slipping as they reveled in each others’ company. 

George lifted his wand, and a burst of fear shot through me. 

But before I could hurl a spell in his direction, he whispered his own: “Expecto Patronum.”

A magpie flew forth, soaring about the room with minimal flapping of its patterned wings. If patronuses could make noise, I had a feeling this one would sing the most beautiful song. Not because it was trying to compete with or impress anyone, but for itself, to represent the sheer joy that kept it aloft.

Then, it veered towards me, flying so close that I could’ve sworn I felt the brush of feathers on my leg as it began to circle. It flew higher and higher with every rotation until a silver cloud of mist surrounded me. Then, it shot away again, flying about the room. 

“The Patronus is an outpouring,” George said quietly. “It’s the happiness that can’t be contained, therefore it must leap forward.” 

I’d never been much good at outpouring. Everything I held dear was held behind my walls, for sharing things was the fastest way to spoil them.

But I wanted to learn this charm. How could I protect Clem if there was a gap in my magical prowess? 

“What are you picturing?” George asked again. 

I folded my arms. “I’m not telling you.” 

“C’mon, Y/L/N, your wand movement’s good, you’re saying the incantation right. There’s only one thing that could be keeping you from casting it.” 

I grit my teeth. If there was anything more insufferable than George Weasley, it was George Weasley when he was right. “I was…thinking of…getting my Hogwarts acceptance letter.”

George didn’t burst into laughter or devolve into mocking like I expected. “Why’s that a powerful happy memory for you?”

I looked away, staring at the door and stifling the wish to run through it. “My parents were going to send me to Durmstrang.”

“Oh.” George rubbed his neck. “Well. That would’ve been a shame.” There was a silence before I finally nodded, not wanting to say anything else on the subject. “Maybe try a different image?” he suggested. 

“Like what?” I said hopelessly. “Hippogriffs tap dancing?”

George’s eyes gleamed, and the magpie landed on top of his head. “Now that’s a good one.”

“George,” I said warningly.

George rubbed his chin, looking thoughtful. The longer the silence extended, the more I wished I could simply use George’s memory of his family food fight. Finally, George blew out his cheeks, imitating a frog’s vocal sac extending with a croak. “Don’t curse me for asking this–”

“No promises.”

“–but why do you protect Clem so strongly?”

I stared at George, confused. Not by his actions, but by the small part of me that actually wanted to answer his question and share about the biggest love of my life. But I couldn’t shake the deep-seated fear that this information would somehow be the key to bringing me down.

“I swear to you,” George said softly as the magpie ruffled its wings, “Clem’s safer from me than my own siblings, because I won’t turn his teddy bear into a giant spider.” 

I debated inquiring about the story that clearly lingered behind his oddly specific word choice, but decided not to. Letting out a long breath, I looked away. 

“I was six when Clem was born,” I told the floor. It was much easier to speak to the stone floor than to the intently listening redhead. “I’d always wanted a sibling, but my parents struggled with having kids. Even when my mom was pregnant, the healers at St. Mungo warned her that she might lose the baby at any point, but my father…” I sighed. “He wanted a son. You know, carry on the family name and all that.”

Mercifully, George stayed silent, as if he knew one word from him would make me clam up and one joke right now would earn him a trip to the Hospital Wing with a pair of permanent elephant ears.

“They let me hold him, and he was so much heavier than I thought he was going to be.” I smiled softly. “I’d never seen a baby before. I thought babies were just…small people, but they’re not, they’re chubby and wrinkly and they’re red all over.” I glanced at the mirror and George’s unmoving reflection staring intently at mine, willing me to finish.

“I don’t think six-year-olds know much about anything. I definitely didn’t, but when I held my brother…” My courage quailed. I shook my head, raising my wand to attempt the charm again.

Suddenly, the magpie flew past me and then George was in front of me, his hand holding mine still as he looked down at me with something I couldn’t name or deny. “Finish it,” he said softly, but earnestly. “Finish the story.”

I couldn’t form the right words at first, but George didn’t say anything to break the silence as I struggled. “When I held my brother,” the image of my baby brother started almost glowing in my mind, “I knew what love was.”

George’s slight, answering smile was quite possibly the most genuine thing I’d ever laid eyes on. He released my hand but didn’t step away. “Try it now.”

I didn’t look away, not wanting to puncture the peace of the room with the incantation. I looked deeply into George’s brown eyes and whispered it. “Expecto Patronum.”

The room lit up with the silver mist that poured forth from my wand, more than before. At first the mist pooled beneath my wand, and then, rising up from the pool, rose a large but graceful four-legged creature that ran around the room.

A lioness. 

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” I mumbled, but there was little heat behind the words. I couldn’t be ungrateful for the creature, not when it moved so freely about the room, as if it were as glad as I was that it existed. “Don’t laugh,” I warned George as the patronus walked a circle around him. “And if you make a joke about me being in Gryffindor, I’ll turn you into a toad.” 

“Wasn’t planning on it.” George followed the lioness with his eyes as she trotted closer to me, leaving trails of mist behind her. “Makes sense though.”

I studied the markings by the lioness’s noble face. “How?”

“Strength. Ferocity.” His eyes flicked up to mine. “Beauty.” 

I blushed, and the lioness started running again, as if energized by the heat in my cheeks. The magpie swooped to join the lioness, who playfully swatted at it before leaping into the air to join it. 

“So…what other spells are you and your friends mastering in this room?”

George’s glance cut quickly towards me, and the magpie dissipated. “What?”

I allowed the lioness to dissolve as well. “There are multiple training dummies, and whatever spell you have on that door, clearly you don’t want people inside.” I tilted my head at him. “And you’re brilliant, George, but Defense Against the Dark Arts has never been your strongest subject, and considering Umbridge’s educational skills…I can't believe you're doing it on your own."

George looked scared, and as much as I enjoyed finally seeing a bit of fear on his face, I couldn’t let it remain there for long. “Don’t worry. I’ll keep your secret as long as you keep mine.” 

George furrowed his brow. “Your secret?”

I stared at him, tongue-tied with disbelief. Did he really have no idea that he held a vulnerable secret? Had he not recognized that the knowledge of how deeply I loved Clem was a valuable piece of information? A vulnerability that could be easily exploited?

Too late, it seemed to dawn on him, and the sheer delight in his demeanor made me quickly walk for the door. “Wait–” he said.

“Time to leave, isn’t it?” I said shortly, but George caught up with me, blocking my way.

“You’re trying to blackmail me?”

I groaned, hiding my face in my hands. “Can we forget about it?” George burst out laughing, doubling over. I shoved him, hard enough to make him stumble. “Stop laughing at me!”

“I’m…sorry,” George wheezed, clutching his stomach. “You’re just so cute!”

“Excuse me?” I shrieked.

“What do you think you are,” he said, gasping for air, “one of the SSAs?” Secret Service Aurors. As if my parents would ever let me work for the ministry.

“It’s a survival mechanism,” I mumbled, and his laughter started anew. Heat rushed into my cheeks. 

George only laughed all the harder.

My goodwill evaporating, I shoved him. Hard.

The aggression in the gesture didn’t move George that far, but his laughter stopped as I stormed out the door. “I’m sorry,” he said, jogging after me, still looking amused. “I didn’t mean to upset you, I’m sorry.”

I turned to look at him and saw the door melting away again. 

“Besides,” George leaned against a pillar, “friends keep each other's secrets.” He looked so comfortable, so unbothered. I didn’t know many Gryffindors who would willingly share the same room with a Slytherin, and here was one of the most Gryffindor of Gryffindors, staring down at me without a hint of a long-suffering sigh. 

“George?” 

“Yeah?”

“Why do you want to be my friend?”

George rolled his eyes, pushing off from the pillar. “Enough with the paranoia, Y/L/N.”

“No, I’m not paranoid, I just…I’m confused.” 

George looked at me suspiciously for a moment before the suspicion dropped. “Well…why wouldn’t I?” he asked, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “You’re smart, and I happen to think your survival mechanisms are extremely endearing.”

“I’m also a Slytherin.”

George groaned. “Not this again.”

I stepped forward, craning my neck to look up at George. “You’re goofy, but you’re not naive. And I don't believe that you haven’t been given any grief about your interest in me.”

George pursed his lips, clearly unable to disagree and wishing he could. 

“So why are you risking it?”

His brown eyes searched my face as he seemed to gather and ponder his response. “Maybe I was curious,” he said at last. “About the terrifying, mysterious Slytherin that never lifted a finger to harm anyone.”

“I’m not compassionate, George,” I replied. “I never lift a finger to help anyone either, and that’s just as bad.”

“No, I know you’re not, that’s not what I’m saying,” he replied. 

“Well, then what are you saying?”

“It’s…it just…it seems like…” He trailed off, and while the suspense wouldn’t kill me, I was considering killing him.

“It seems like what?”

“It’s like you try not to exist.” George’s face took on an expression of deep perplexity. “You don’t make yourself smaller, not like some people do, you just…float through this castle like the ghosts, leaving no trace and only the occasional word.” 

He stepped closer, and it took everything in me to remain still and allow him close enough to easily step on my toes if he wanted to. “You’re more than just a Slytherin, Y/N. Just like I’m more than just a Gryffindor.”

“Are you sure about that?” I replied, more breathlessly than I’d anticipated in my head. 

“If I wasn’t more,” he smirked, “we wouldn’t be such good friends.”

I blinked at him. He really was curious. And his curiosity was, in turn, making me curious as to what kind of man stood in front of me. “George?”

“Hmm?” he said. 

I gnawed on my lip. “Thank you.”

George’s face went slack. 

“For helping me,” I added, hoping confusion was the only reason he was looking at me like that. “I…appreciate it.” 

There was a beat while George stared at me like my breakfast pumpkin juice had been spiked with Nose-Grow potion and my nose was starting to resemble Professor Snape’s.

Then, a bright, dazzling smile spread across his face. “Cheers, Y/N.”

I lingered for another moment before giving George a sharp nod and quickly descending the stairs, silently asking the universe why my heart felt like it was swelling.

-

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[ha-rinrin]

jinx x transmasc y/n?

anon im sorry if this is trash but its the first time im doing this please forgive me I had to search on goggle how to write this.

wordcount: 1.2k

pairing: jinx x transmasc reader

Authentic Hearts

The bass thumped in your chest as you navigated through the throng of partygoers, laughter and chatter creating a vibrant cacophony around you. Jinx was the star of the show, dancing wildly with a drink in hand, her blue hair a whirlwind of color and chaos.

“You’re missing out! Come on, join me!” she called, a playful sparkle in her eyes. You couldn’t help but laugh at her antics, feeling the infectious energy of the night. But after a while, you needed a break from the noise.

“I’m going to grab a drink!” you shouted back, waving her off. Jinx nodded, lost in her world of laughter and chaos, and you made your way to the bar set up in a corner of the room.

After a Drink: You returned to the main area, drink in hand, but as you scanned the crowd, you realized Jinx was nowhere to be found. Concern crept in as you weaved through the throng of partygoers, calling out her name, but there was no sign of her.

Finally, feeling a mix of worry and determination, you slipped out the back door, heading into the dimly lit backyard. The air was cooler here, a refreshing contrast to the heat of the party, but as you rounded the corner, you froze in shock.

There she was—Jinx, hunched over a large plant, clearly in distress. You rushed over, your heart racing. “Jinx!” you exclaimed, concern flooding your voice.

She looked up at you, eyes wide and slightly glazed, a guilty smile creeping onto her face. “Uh, hey... you wouldn’t believe how fun this plant is!”

You couldn’t help but chuckle, relieved despite the situation. “Looks like it had a little too much fun with you.”

“Yeah, maybe I went overboard,” she admitted, her voice laced with embarrassment as she retched again into the plant. “I thought I could keep up, but...”

You knelt beside her, a mix of worry and affection swirling in your chest. “Hey, it’s okay. Just breathe. Let’s get you some water.” You helped her sit back against the fence, gently rubbing her back.

“I’m so sorry,” Jinx said, her tone softening. “I didn’t want to ruin our night.”

“You didn’t ruin anything,” you reassured her, looking into her eyes. “You’re still the most fun person here, even if you’re currently in a questionable situation with a plant.”

She let out a weak laugh, the tension easing between you. “You really mean that? I feel like a total mess right now.”

“Yeah, you are a mess,” you teased gently, your thumb stroking her back in soothing circles. “But you’re my mess.”

Jinx chuckled softly, her cheeks flushed—not just from the alcohol but from your words. “I like the sound of that. My mess, huh?” She leaned her head against the fence, her laughter fading into a sincere smile as she met your gaze. “You know, I can be a handful sometimes.”

“Yeah, but that’s what I love about you,” you said, feeling a warmth spread through your chest. “You’re chaotic and unpredictable, and it keeps things interesting.”

“Interesting? Is that what you call it?” she teased, her voice light but with a hint of seriousness. “Sometimes, I worry that I’m just too much for people.”

“Jinx,” you began, your voice softening, “you’re never too much for me. I mean it. You don’t have to put on a show to impress me.”

She looked down, a thoughtful expression crossing her face. “I guess I just... I don’t want to be seen as just the crazy girl. I want to be more than that.”

“You are more than that,” you reassured her, moving closer. “You’re brilliant, and funny, and passionate. It’s okay to let your guard down around me.”

Jinx raised an eyebrow, a hint of mischief returning to her expression. “Let my guard down? Where’s the fun in that?”

“Sometimes the most fun comes from being real,” you said, your tone sincere. “Like right now. I love this side of you. Vulnerable, messy, and honest. It’s refreshing.”

Her gaze softened, and for a moment, you could see the real Jinx behind the chaos—the girl who craved connection amidst her playful façade. “You really mean that?” she asked, a touch of vulnerability in her voice.

“Absolutely,” you replied, leaning closer. “You’re amazing just the way you are. And trust me, I’m more than happy to take care of you, even in this messy situation.”

Jinx chuckled again, the sound light and genuine. “I might take you up on that. But only if you promise to join me next time, rather than leave me to fend for myself with the plants.”

As you helped Jinx regain her composure, a comfortable silence settled between you. The chaos of the party faded away, leaving only the quiet sounds of the night and the distant music echoing from inside.

“You know,” Jinx began, breaking the silence, “I really admire how you always seem so… you. Like, you just are who you are, you know?”

You felt a warm flush at her words but also a familiar pang of self-doubt. “It’s not always easy, though,” you admitted, glancing away. “Some days, I feel like I’m still trying to figure out what being me really means.”

“Figuring what out?” she asked, her curiosity genuine, her eyes searching yours.

“Just… everything,” you said, hesitating for a moment as you gathered your thoughts. “Sometimes, I feel like I’m stuck between worlds. Like, I’m comfortable in my skin now, but there are moments when I worry about how others see me. It gets overwhelming.”

Jinx nodded, her expression softening as she listened intently. “I get that. It can be exhausting trying to fit in.”

“Right?” you replied, feeling a sense of relief at her understanding. “Sometimes I feel like I have to prove myself. I want to be seen as a man, but then I worry that I’ll be judged if I don’t live up to that ideal.”

“You’re not just a label, though,” Jinx said, her voice steady and reassuring. “You’re a whole person with layers and depth. And I’m really glad I get to see those layers.”

You met her gaze, feeling a connection deepen. “Thanks, Jinx. It means a lot that you see me like that. I know I’m still figuring things out, and some days are harder than others. Like, I love being transmasc, but there are moments when it feels isolating.”

“You could never scare me away,” she reassured, her voice full of sincerity. “In fact, I think it’s really brave. It makes me like you even more.”

A rush of warmth spread through your chest at her words, grateful for her acceptance. “I just want to feel comfortable in my skin and not have to hide. But I also want to be authentic with you. It’s just… sometimes I feel like I don’t belong.”

“You belong with me,” Jinx said softly, leaning in closer. “And if you ever need someone to help you sort through it, I’m just a dance away.”

Her words wrapped around you like a warm blanket, easing some of the tension that had built up inside. “Thank you, Jinx. That really means a lot. I don’t want to feel like I have to put on a mask. I just want to be real with you.”

“And you can be,” she promised, her eyes shining with warmth. “I’ll always be here for you, no matter what.”

[x--daughters-of-darkness--x]

"I’ve spent a few years writing songs with little to no sense of direction, I think I’ve started to find my own sound again." Charlotte Wessels on restarting after Delain, dream collabs and why there are no guilty pleasures

Charlotte Wessels reinvented herself as a solo artist after leaving Delain in 2021

Since her shock departure from Delain back in 2021, symphonic metal star Charlotte Wessels has been working hard on a solo album, The Obsession, an ambitious record that Charlotte says showcases her “creative sweet spot”. 

Not only that, but she’s also been making monthly creations for fans and supporters of her Patreon, rescued a very cute dog and released two records via the Tales From Six Feet Under banner. Good grief. We put your questions to Charlotte about the split, finding inspiration in nature and, erm, turtles.

How interested are you in experimenting with genres, and which would be the most unusual one you’d like to try? Clockworkshrimp, Instagram 

“I’m very interested in experimenting with genres. Basically my last two albums consist of songs that vary wildly in genres: pop songs, fully electronic songs, metal songs… I even did a [dance subgenre] hardstyle track! I’ve spent a few years writing songs with little to no sense of direction, and I think I’ve started to find my own sound again. I’m in my creative sweet spot, but I’d love to do something classical or neoclassical.” 

Pick one person to: record a song, have a coffee, go on holiday with. Jessica Lleonart, Facebook 

“Ooh! I’d love to record a song with Trent Reznor, I love his work. For a coffee, I think Amanda Palmer; I love her and The Dresden Dolls. She really inspired me on my entire journey with Patreon and the art of asking for things, so I’d love to thank her. For a holiday I’d pick my partner and this sleepy dog back here. He’s a rescue dog called Legolas but we call him Lego.” 

Do you have other talents? Tonykumar7061, Instagram 

“Back in the day I was always hesitating about whether I would go in the direction of visual arts or music, and art is still something that I do every now and then just for relaxation. I love painting but I don’t know whether I would call it a talent! I also love writing, and gardening.” 

How do you handle creative blocks? Babs86, Instagram 

“I don’t want to say this out loud, because I feel like I’ll jinx it… but I haven’t had serious creative blocks yet. Especially now I’ve really trained myself so I have to release a song every month for Patreon. It might sound really crude, but if you’re ever stuck, just lower the bar! Don’t think about writing something amazing, just think about writing anything. Then even if it sucks there’ll be a little part that’s nice, and you can polish it and improve it.” 

Was it difficult to adapt after leaving Delain? Skinny_Vamp_Official, Instagram 

“Yeah, definitely. It was my life for 16 years, so of course there was that moment of ‘Now what?’ I knew I couldn’t fall into a black hole, I couldn’t dwell on it. I didn’t allow myself to as I didn’t want to let people down. It just took a lot of adaptation, but I’m so glad I had that safety net already of my fans. I don’t think I could have started again otherwise. I feel like I have to reintroduce myself now, the tension and the anticipation is so high. It all feels brand new again.” 

What guided you to write a novel for [side-project] Phantasma’s The Deviant Hearts? Would you ever be tempted to write another? Antonio Olivares Diaz, Facebook 

“The idea was to do a concept record. When you think of a concept album, you have to think about what the story is and usually let the music tell that story. It kept growing more and more detailed, so I basically bluffed and said, ‘You know what, I’ll just write a novella for it!’ It was fun and challenging and I might do it again one day.”

When did you first hear about Sophie Lancaster [who inspired Delain song We Are The Others]? Simon Parrock, Facebook 

“We were working on the album [also titled We Are The Others] in Stockholm in 2011, I think. I saw an animated video about her story and it grabbed me. I knew this was the story that we had to tell, because this is what happens when we judge books by their covers. I reached out to the Sophie Lancaster Foundation, because when you’re writing about an actual person who has family and friends grieving her loss, you have to be so sensitive, so I got permission from her family and we’ve worked with the foundation since.” 

What’s on your playlist right now? Evim0204, Instagram 

“A lot of Vola! We just announced a tour with them and I’m a big fan. I’m not afraid to admit that I saw that tour announcement and I slid into their DMs like, ‘May I suggest me to support?’ If you don’t ask you don’t get!”

How do you feel when people compare your music to bands like Nightwish, Within Temptation or Lacuna Coil? Tiago Ferraz, Facebook 

“I feel good about it, I love all of those bands! That’s great company to be in and it’s an accurate description. Anything is better than just lumping us in as ‘female-fronted metal’, you know? As musicians everyone likes to think, ‘Oh my god, I’m so unique’ but genres and comparisons help people who might be looking for similar things to find you. It’s a good thing.” 

What is your relationship with plants and nature, and does it help in your creativity? Renaud Bongiovanni, Facebook 

“I always find inspiration in nature. Sometimes I organise little writing camps for myself – I’ll go somewhere in a cabin in the woods. I’m so much happier when the sun is out, and when I can plant my little seedlings.” 

Hammer: Has it helped with your mental health at all? 

“Yes! A few years ago I was in therapy and taking SSRIs [Selective Serotonin Reuptake Inhibitors, a commonly prescribed antidepressant]. I was learning about how certain connections in your brain have to regrow. I was very frustrated because I wanted progress to be faster, and at the same time I had these little plant cuttings and I was trying to regrow their roots in water. I visualised my own process mirrored to the little cuttings, and now they’re fully grown plants. It’s hope, it’s patience, it’s beauty.”

Who are your biggest influences outside of metal? Simon Edward McMurdo, Facebook 

“I love Sia, her voice gives me instant comfort. Florence And The Machine, Kate Bush, Tori Amos – my girls!” 

Was The Exorcism video inspired by Epica’s visuals? Will you collaborate with Simone Simons again? Baryn Abrahadabra-Vettel, Facebook 

“In a way it was, because we wore amazing wigs for the Sirens - Of Blood And Water video we collaborated on, and I wore the same model in a different colour for The Exorcism. Simone sings on a song called Dopamine on the new album. I originally released a version of it online and Simone messaged me saying it was her favourite song, so I asked her to sing on it for the album!” 

What was the most challenging and most rewarding aspect of filming The Exorcism music video? Nivi Morales, Facebook 

“I always tell myself I’m going to do it differently, but somehow whenever we record a video I end up wearing something super-uncomfortable and end up being super-cold. I had to lay on the floor with my bare back. The outfit was stunning but it was slightly too tight on me, so the next day I had scabs on my collarbones from how it was digging into my skin.” 

What was it like posing for Tim Tronckoe’s portraits book? Bindi Eyre, Facebook 

“It was wonderful. He worked on The Exorcism video too, and the portraits book set the wheels in motion for that. He had so many ideas and I love it. He’s very encouraging and enthusiastic and always an optimistic creative presence.” 

Do you like turtles? Larue Joseph, Facebook 

“I love all animals! Yes to turtles, with their shells, having your own house with you all the time? How wonderful! As well as my dog, I have two crows that follow me on my walks – having a crow army would be my dream. I feed them every so often and it’s working!” 

Are you nervous to go back on tour with a full band for the first time since the end of Delain? Eric Jacques, Facebook 

“Sort of?! I only just realised how long it’s been since we’ve done a full tour, and this is an intense tour; there’s a run of 10 shows without a day off and I’m not getting any younger! I’m always super-careful on tour – I don’t drink, I eat healthy. I try to get as much sleep as possible, but I’m mostly just really excited to go on tour with the boys again.” 

What guilty pleasures have you got in your music collection? Eddie Sinner, Facebook 

“I don’t have any! I’ll never be ashamed of my Spice Girls album or anything like that. No guilty pleasures – only true pleasures.”

The Obsession is out September 20 via Napalm. Charlotte Wessels tours the UK from November 22.

[butterfly-writer]

if isn’t too much to ask I loved loved jinx request and I l wanted to ask if u can do part 2

Maybe takes place where it left off and Bakugou still in shock and feels guilty about what happens to reader he tries to find to fix his ways but things don’t end up well he does find reader

But reader wants vengeance revenge but deep down she still broken girl she was before bakugou sees that tries to help her

But reader doesn’t want help she just jinx who ruins everything around her and league help her through they saw her as someone who is more then a jinx she perfect

But when Bakugou tries to reason not give up she get conflicted and has breakdown

Like that once scene I acrane maybe reader like This is a trick your playing me Shut up I’m in no mood (talking to herself) something along the lines like that

The ending can be up to you I let you decide but this prompted idea I had for part 2 I hope this makes sense :)

DOUBLE JINX!!

Bakugou x Fem!Reader

Summary: Bakugou tries to find his old victim but she finds him instead. Oh? Will Bakugou try to reason with her as the League of Villains try to recruit him? Will she accept?

★☽A/N: I wouldn’t mind doing another part! Though this part may be a bit longer… But I hope you guys will like it!!

★☽A/N 2 weeks later: Haha! Nevermind!! It’s definitely gonna be super long, I’m having too much fun on this. ENJOY!!

Contents: Angst - mentions of breakdowns - bullying - harsh words - A VERY LONG FANFIC

Y/N’s quirk: Arcanna (Allows the user to create crystal-like balls that can be used to boost the user’s stats, power up weapons (Like guns), and can be used as explosives when crushed.)

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It was a week after the U.S.J accident. Kirishima decided to report the fact that the villain that attacked the redhead himself and his friend knew the blonde. Katsuki Bakugou was then interrogated to know what he knows about the villain. He explained how she was an old classmate and her name is Y/N L/N, but must’ve changed it into Jinx, leaving out the reason she’s targeting him. It was a full day, getting asked questions but he finally finished and was able to go back home.

With Jinx, she was planning the perfect revenge that involves her beloved babies! She plans to torture the blonde with all her gadgets and even torture him mentally, how she knew about his terrible personality, how he harassed students, and even about the snarky comment to poor Izuku Midoriya. Oh sweet, sweet revenge.

Back in U.A, Bakugou tries to convince the teachers to at least reason with the H/C girl, saying that she's just been misguided (shocking to be coming from him). Midoriya, as an old classmate of hers, also asks to try to reason with the villain, stating the same reason as Bakugou's. But U.A didn't really believe them since she was part of the League Of Villains group.

As the weeks went by, the problem was forgotten as they prepared for the Quirk Training Camp for class 1A and 1B. Little did they know, LOV decided to join in the fun. And with a few new members, they were ready to invade.

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On top of a mountain, away from the naked eye, stood the LOV.

“Mmm!! I mean, I don’t like this. It’s not cute.” A blonde girl complained, adjusting the mask to fit her face. “This was made by the designer behind the scenes, right? Appearances don't matter, as long as it’s useful.” A guy in a middle school uniform and a green firefighter hat and a smoke mask said. “I’m not talking about that! I just don’t wanna wear it!” She whined. “Hi!! Sorry for the wait.” Another villain appeared from the shadows with shoulder length brown hair. “Work…work…” A villain, covered in black leather with only his mouth visible but was forced open with metal rods, repeatedly said. A lizard looking dude also appeared, along with some others, including a certain H/C. “That makes eight.” A raspy voice counted.

“I don’t care, just let me at ‘em. I’m getting too pumped up.” One of them demanded, A burnt looking man turned his head to look behind him, “Shut up, you crazy bastards.” He said with an annoyed tone. “Not yet.” He reminded them, “We’ll move when all eleven of us are here.” He smiled widely with his eyes widened, looking down at the rest of the forest. “Gathering a bunch of punks who are just strong will only increase the risk. It’s better to have a small group of experienced elites.” He said. 

“First, we make them realize.. That their peace is resting in our hands.”

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Class 1A and 1B were having the time of their life! Training hard to improve their Quirks to become the ideal hero they hoped for themselves, while the extra lessons students weren’t having that much fun as their energy was drained from their bodies. The hero agency they were staying with, The Wild, Wild Pussycats, planned an activity for both classes to participate, except for the ones who failed the practical exam. A class would have to scare the most students of the other class who would be walking through a path around the forest property of the agency. It was called "The Test Of Courage." Class 1A would be the scarees and 1B would be the scarers first. Class 1A pulled out a piece of paper to determine their partner for the test. Each pair would have to find cards with their names on it in the middle of the route in order to win, they had 3 minutes to do so before switching with another pair of students.

After grouping the students, they finally started off the challenge. Time went by as the screams of students roared the forests until group number 5 was next. “Ribbit-kitty, Uraraka-kitty, go!!!” A pussycat member yelled.

The two girls, Uraraka and Tsuyu, walked along the dense forest’s path in great fear. “I’m scared, Tsu… There are so many screams…” She whispered softly to the green haired girl. “Kyoka and Toru, huh? Let’s hold hands.” Tsuyu said, “It’s fine, I’m not scared.” She assured, extending her hand out for Uraraka to hold. “Let’s go.” She encouraged the brunette as they walked deeper into the forest. 

Three students of 1B were laughing away at their amazing scares to class 1A. One of the students smelled something odd. “Hey, doesn’t it smell like something is burning?” She pointed out. “Huh? Now that you mentioned it, it suddenly got smoky…” One of them realized. A sudden smoky purple mist quickly spread around their area. “Did Bakugou and Todoroki get so scared, they fired off their quirks?” He jokingly said but suddenly he stopped in his words when he suddenly felt sleepy and passed out, causing both his classmates to worry. “Honenuki?!” An orange haired girl called out and was sent in shock when he felt hard on the ground.

“Yui! Don’t breathe it in!” She called out, using her Quirk, Big Fist, to cover her friend. She covered her nose as well, she looked around as she took in everything around her. ‘This smoke.. It’s poisonous!’ 

Back in camp with the rest of the students, one of the Pussycats smelled the air, taking in the burnt smell. ‘What is this smell?’ She wondered. “That’s…” A student pointed out, the two pro heroes looked out to see black smoke. Students started to worry about the smoke that was emanating from somewhere. Suddenly a huge explosion came out of nowhere! Creating more smoke around the forest.

Deep inside the forest, the cause of the burning smell and black smoke was a burnt looking man with dark purple scars, using his quirk to fire a tree to create smoke to fear the students and heroes. The cause of the explosion was a H/C girl, creating crystals out of nothing from her hands and smashing them to the ground to create them.

“Now… It begins..”

Suddenly one of the pro heroes got grabbed and was pulled away from the students. “Pixie-bob!” One of the students called out.

Uraraka and Tsuyu, unaware of the rising problem, walked deeper and deeper into the woods, unknowing a certain blonde ready to attack them.

Pixie-bob was on the ground, a metal that was covered with cloth was pressed against the side of her forehead, causing it to bruise and bleed. “These pet cats are in the way.” The villain spoke. Mineta slowly stepped back in fear, “Wh-Why?” He cowardly asked. “I thought they made double sure…” He muttered. “Why are villains here?!” He yelled in fear.

“Pixie-bob!” Midoriya called out, running towards her but was stopped by the two other Pussycats. “Oh no..” One of them muttered. Midoriya realized that her nephew, Kota, wasn’t with her.

‘Kota!!”

“We, the Vanguard Action Squad of the League of Villains, will take care of them.”

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“Isn’t it fun, Dabi?” A villain asked, smiling widely as she threw her explosive crystals to the ground. “Shut up, you crazy child…” He groaned. “Child? I’m 16!!” She whined, “But you act like a child..” He replied back. “Hmph! Rude burnt nugget.” She insulted, turning back and starting to walk away. “I’m gonna go with Mr. Compress, I heard we have to collect someone.” She inform but Dabi couldn’t care less. “I don’t give a fuck, just go you lunatic.” He spat and she laughed it off, “My bully in middle school did worse! You can’t hurt me!!” She yelled out as she walked further away from her old position.

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“How are you on this fine evening, U.A High School?” The lizard looking villain asked, “We are the Vanguard Action Squad of the League of Villains!” He introduced proudly with his arms out. “The League of Villains?!” Ojiro repeated, “Why are they here?” He muttered. “Shall I crush this lady’s head? What d’you think?” The villain asked, pressing harder on her head. “Well, what do you think?” She asked again. “Like I’d let you, you!-” Tiger was enraged from seeing his comrade being pressed against the ground by the huge block of metal. “Wait, Big Sis Mag! Don’t be hasty! You too, Tiger.” The Lizard said, cutting off Tiger’s words. “It all depends on whether having power over life and death follows Stain’s tenets or not.” He said. “Stain..!” Midoriya muttered, remembering the Hero Killer, Stain.

“So you’re the ones his ideology brought?” Iida asked, already having his fighting stance. “That’s right!” The villain confirmed, joyfully admitting with his arms out. “I’m– Oh yea, you, with the glasses!” He was just about to introduce himself when he recognized Iida’s appearance. “You were the one who put an end to Stain at Hosu City.” The lizard realized. “I apologize for my late introduction.” He apologized with a grin, taking out a covered weapon to reveal a leather stick with hundreds of sharpened swords and knives attached to it by some leather belts. “I’m Spinner, the one who will bring his dreams into reality!” He introduced. 

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Back in the forest, there were students from 1B and pairs of 1A trying to get out of the forest and follow Mandalay’s orders to get back to camp. Kendo, a student from 1B, ran as fast as she could with her two friends in her fists. She suddenly stopped when she heard noises from the bushes and her name being called out. It was her classmate, Tetsutestu with Ibara in his arms. “Tetsutetsu, Ibara! What’s with the masks?” Kendo asked, “Yaoyorozu from class 1A made them! Awase’s showing her the locations of the other 1B students so they can go rescue them!” He explained. “Hurry, grab one! I got a bunch on me.” He said, turning to his side so Kendo could grab them. She put her two friends out of her fist and grabbed masks for herself and the others. “Thanks!” She thanked him, already putting on the mask on her face.

“We need to get back to camp. It’s dangerous out here since we don’t know where the villains are.” She said, “No, I’m going to fight too.” Tetsu declined. “Protect Shiozaki and Kodai.” He ordered Kendo. “Huh?! But Mandalay said not to fight!” She argued. “You’re always rebuking Monoma but didn’t you feel it in your heart somewhere? The difference between our class and 1A’s?” Testu asked. “I’ve been feeling it! We got into U.A with the same exam, studying the same curriculum. What’s the difference? It’s obvious! What they had that we didn’t… A crisis! They turned their crises into chances! It’s only natural! How can a hero turn their back on wrongdoers?” Testu wholeheartedly said, “Testutestu!” The orange haired girl said to stop him from going. “Don’t try to stop me, Kendo.” Testu ordered, “If we don’t stand now, then when will we?” He said, “I’ll definitely find the villains and beat the living daylights out of them!!” Testu said in determination.

“Woah!! That’s a really good speech!”

A sudden voice spoke from the depths of the forest, catching the three conscious students off guard. ‘A villain!’ Kendo noticed, looking around frantically for the villain. “I just love the determination heroes have! I used to have that..” The voice spoke again, “Show your face! Stop being a coward!” Testu yelled out. “Man.. You’re no fun!” The voice groaned. The ravenhead of the group suddenly saw a figure in the branches. From H/C H/L hair, to the clothes, and the expression. “Oh?” Someone spoke, dashing out of their hiding spot, they pounced onto the ravenhead. “You’re super cute!! D’you have a partner? The villain smiled.

Kendo quickly used her quirk to push the villain off, making them bash into a tree. “Tch! You’re no fun!!” The villain angrily yelled, brushing off the chipped wood off their body. Revealing their figure from the shadows, “You haven’t even let me introduce myself! But I’ll forgive you for that.” They smiled. Kendo and Testu kept on a fighting stance as they prepared for the worst. “My name’s Jinx! It’s a pleasure to meet class 1B! I honestly like you guys better, very underrated.” She said with a smile. “How did you know that?” Kendo asked cautiously. “The sports festival! Testutestu, you have a very similar quirk to Kirishima, perhaps you both are related?” She asked, slowly walking towards the students. “What? Actually- Are we?” Testu muttered, his guard down as he tried to think of an answer.

“You guys are really boring… Hmm.. Bye!!” She said before creating a crystal out of nowhere and smashed it into the ground, creating an explosion that took her off the ground and away from them.

“Wait!!” Kendo called out but it was too late, the H/C villain was already gone.

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Everywhere in the forest was pure chaos. Midoriya was going to fight Muscular, a villain who killed Kota’s parents, to protect Kota himself and back in camp were students who had extra lessons and the pro heroes who were busy with their own company.

But all of that chaos was unknown from Bakugou and Todoroki’s perspective. 

“DAMN IT!!” Bakugou angrily said, stomping along with Todoroki with his hand covering his face to prevent smelling the gas that was emanating from the forest. “Is this gas a villain’s quirk?” Todoroki wondered with a soft voice, carrying a student from 1B on his back. “I’m worried about the others, but we don’t have a choice.” He said, looking at Bakugou. “We’ll avoid the finish line and get back to camp.” He instructed, looking back straight ahead.

Amidst the forest was Mr. Compress, waiting for the signal. He suddenly heard rustling and quickly turned around to only be spooked by Jinx. “BOO!!” She shouted, giving him a scare. “My goodness! You gave me a fright, Jinx!” He expressed. “Hehe, sorry!” She apologized. “Anyways~ Watchu doin’?” She asked with a curious tone. “I’m waiting.” He replied, “Waiting for what?” She asked again. “The signal.” He responded. “What signal?” She asked again.

“The signal to capture our new recruit.” He responded which Jinx nodded, confirming that she now understood. “Who are we recruiting? Is it one of the students? Oo! Someone my age for once!!” She clapped her hands together in excitement. Mr. Compress chuckled in amusement, “Yes, it’s one of the students. Shigaraki said he will be very viable for us.” He confirmed.

“YIPEE!!” She yelled loudly, jumping up and down the single branch she was sitting on. She jumped a bit too hard and caused the branch to snap and she fell down hard onto the ground. “Ouch! I’m okay!!” She assured loudly and gave a thumbs up with a smile. Mr. Compress just gave her a thumbs up back but she didn’t know that he was smiling in amusement. ‘Such a lovely kid, such a shame society failed her.’ He thought before looking around for that recruit.

[Extra]

A few weeks ago, Mr. Compress has just been recruited. He walked up to Jinx, “Would you like to be my assistant? You have a quite similar Quirk to mine.” He asked her, “Really?! Absolutely!!!” Jinx excitedly agreed, hugging Mr. Compress and lifting him up with her strength out of joy. “Thank you!! Thank you!!” She thanked him with such joy. 

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[SKIP AGAIN]

Deku quickly jumped off the cliff where he left Muscular, a villain he defeated, buried into a dent of the cave he punched him into with Kota on his back. He thought back to what Muscular asked.

“Where’s the kid called Bakugou?”

Deku had a bad feeling about it, he was worried about the state of Bakugou now that he had a feeling the villains wanted to capture him.

He quickly dashes through the forest. ‘Almost there!!’ He estimated. “Hey, look!!” Kota pointed out loudly. Deku looked at where Kota was looking at and it was Eraserhead! “Mr. Aizawa!” Midoriya called out to his teacher who stopped to look, “Midori-” He stopped his sentence and realized that Midoriya was shirtless with two broken arms and with Kota on his back. “It’s terrible right now! There are a lot of things I need to tell you!” Midoriya spoke in his frantic state.

Midoriya kept on rambling about how he had to tell Mandalay and how he had to bring Kota back but he was cut off by the calls by his teacher. “I said hey!” Aizawa said, finally catching Midoriya’s attention. “Please take care of Kota!” Midoriya pleaded to him. Midoriya started to ramble a bit again but all Aizawa could think of was that Midoriya was in no state to keep on running and helping the situation de-escalate.

“Please!” He pleaded again and ended up dashing into the forest again before Aizawa got the chance to talk. “Wait- Midoriya!” He called out, Deku stopped to hear his words. “Those injuries… You did it again, didn’t you?” “Did you forget what happened in Hosu?” Aizawa reminded him. “For uncertified individuals to cause injury with their Quirks without specific instruction from their guardians or supervisors is a clear violation of the rules.” Those words from the hound dog back in Hosu repeated in Midoriya’s mind.

“No, but..” He was about to protest but had no reason to, “So tell Mandalay this..” Aizawa said before telling Deku about everything that he wanted to share with the rest of the students.

In the camp, everyone was fighting hard. Just as Mandalay was gonna get hit, two feet landed hard on Spinner’s weapon. “Mandalay! Kota’s fine!” Midoriya said, assuring the pro hero was shocked by his arrival, “You..!” She remembered. Midoriya fell with a slide onto the ground, “And here’s a message to Mr. Aizawa! Tell everyone with Telepath!” He pleaded.

“Everyone in 1A and 1B! In the name of the pro hero, Eraserhead, you are granted permission to engage in combat!” Midoriya said loudly for her to hear. She quickly nodded and repeated those exact words to every single student that was in the forest. 

After she finished, she ordered Midoriya to get back to camp immediately because of his abnormal injuries. Midoriya denied and asked to send one more message.

“The villains. At least one of their targets is… They’re after Kacchan!”

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[I’m going to spare the wait and just give the main event!!]

Todoroki and Bakugou just saved Tokoyami by using their Quirks to calm Dark Shadow who was destroying everything in its path.

“Tokoyami, are you alright?” Shoji walked up to Tokoyami with Midoriya on his back. “You did a good job doing what we asked.” He praised Tokoyami. “Sorry Shoji…” He apologized, feeling truly guilty for his actions. “You too, Midoriya.. I was too immature. I let my anger take over and released Dark Shadow… The influence of the darkness and my anger spurred on that guy…” He added, looking down at his shaking hands. “In the end, it got so strong that I couldn’t hold it back and ended up hurting Shoji.” He blamed himself. “We can leave that for later. That’s what you would say, right?” Shoji said, shocking Tokoyami from his statement. He looked up to see Shoji looking at him with such kind eyes with Midoriya who was behind him, smiling an assuring smile. 

“Oh right! We confirmed that one of the villain’s targets is Kacchan.” Midoriya said, quickly getting back into serious matters. “Bakugou? Are they trying to kill him? Why?” Shoji asked. “I don’t know. Anyways, I think the camp is the safest place since there are two pros, Vlad King and Mr. Aizawa, there.” Midoriya said.  Bakugou was looking at the 3 talking in a pure confused state. “I see, so now our mission is to escort Bakugou there, correct?” Tokoyami asked in confirmation.

Midoriya continued to explain the situation back in the campsite, how the Pussycats were still fighting and that going through that path would bring attention from the villains and they would lose time. He then suggested a shortcut, cutting straight across the forest. “We don’t know how many villains there are. We might come across one suddenly” Shoji presented a con. “We could use Shoji’s search ability. And we have Todoroki’s freezing, and if Tokoyami is okay with it, an invincible Dark Shadow with built-in controls..” Midoriya suggested.

After that, they began walking through the forest according to plan with Bakugou complaining about the arrangement. Along the way, they were met with Uraraka and Tsuyu who were up against a villain named Toga Himiko, a name they learned later on. 

Tsuyu then pointed out with a question after Midoriya explained that they were escorting Bakugou back to camp because of his big target on his back, “You’re protecting Bakugou? Where is Bakugou?” Midoriya was surprised at first, “What are you saying? Kacchan is right behind–” He looked behind to see Bakugou missing! Where has he gone? 

“Katsuki Bakugou?” An unknown voice sounded out of nowhere, making Midoriya look up to the source. “I took him with my magic.” The man with an orange coat was standing atop of a branch of a tree. Tossing the marble with Bakugou inside, he said, “This talent isn’t someone who should be on the hero's side.” “We’ll take him on a stage where he can shine more.” He explained. “So! You’re telling me he’s the recruit?” Another voice, a female one, sounded from another branch. “Yes, Jinx. I apologize if this inconveniences you.” He apologized.

‘Y/N!!’ Midoriya looked up to see Jinx on another branch. “Midoriya?! You have a Quirk? That’s certainly an amazing miracle! I really envy you for having such a powerful Quirk!” She said, sitting down on the branch. Midoriya looked back to Mr. Compress with an angered look on his face, “Give him back!” He demanded.

“Give him back? That’s a strange thing to say. Bakugou doesn’t belong to anyone. He’s his own person, you egoist.” He said back. “And also, why would you want him back? He has been nothing but awful to you.” Jinx jumped in. “Awful?” Todoroki naively asked, “Yes! Awful! He bullied sweet little Izuku because he didn’t have a quirk. Even though Izu has one now, he didn’t have one back in Middle school and Kacchan treated him horrible. And that snarky comment!” Jinx explained. “Do you know it? Katsuki Bakugou said, “Just pray that you’ll be born with a quirk in your next life, and take a swan dive off the roof of the building!” To Midoriya, baiting him with suicide! He told Midoriya to go kill himself! An aspiring hero said that, to a Quirkless boy, no doubt!” She finally said it, she exposed him to that terrible statement he said to Midoriya.

“Give him back!!” Midoriya yelled once more, Todoroki quickly asking Shoji to move before releasing a spike of ice towards Mr. Compress and then at Jinx. They both jumped away from the students, catching them off guard. “The path he’s on now with its fanatical values is not the only path he can take. Kids these days are made to choose their paths based on their values.” Mr. Compress said, holding onto his hat to prevent it from falling before landing down softly on a tree with Jinx by his side.

Shoji looked behind him and realized that Tokoyami wasn’t with them and told Midoriya who also just realized. “To go out of your way to talk to us… You’re underestimating us.” Todoroki said, glaring at the villain. “I was originally an entertainer, you know? It’s a bad habit of mine.” The villain said, twirling a marble on his fingers. “Taking Tokoyami was simply an improvisation on my part.” He explained, revealing a second marble.

“You bastard!! Don’t take them!!!” Midoriya yelled with anger. “Calm down, Midoriya!” Shoji said, trying to calm his friend down. Todoroki was enraged, quickly asking Uraraka to hold the 1B student he had on his back and quickly stepped hard on the ground and released an entire mountain sized ice attack towards Mr. Compress and Jinx.

“Sorry! Tricks and running away are my only redeeming features!! There’s no way I’d fight students who are heroes in training.” Mr. Compress said loudly from a far which left Todoroki surprised. “Here’s a trick to keep you entertained!!” Jinx said before creating a crystal and threw it hard onto Todoroki’s ice which set off a huge F/C explosive which left the group’s ears ringing which bought them some time to leave.

“Vanguard Action Squad! Target successfully collected! It was just a short while, but with this, our show has come to a close!! As arranged, head to the retrieval point in the next five minutes!!” Mr. Compress reported. “And if you’re late, we’ll leave you behind!~” Jinx sing songy said before hanging up with Mr. Compress.

“Come to a close..?”

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“Huh? No one else is here yet?” Toga was first to arrive. “You lunatic, did you get the blood? How many people’s worth?” Dabi called out to her. “One person’s worth!” She proudly said. “Just one?!” Twice joined in. “Weren’t you supposed to get at least three??” He complained. “It couldn’t be helped. I thought I was going to be killed.” She sadly responded. “Anyways–”

They continued talking when Dabi noticed something from afar. Mr. Compress was suddenly pushed onto the ground with 3 students of 1A on his back with Jinx beside him, shocked by the attack but couldn’t act on time in the air. 

“Hey, hey, hey, hey!!” Twice said in a panicked voice. “I know these kids!!” He recognized them. “Who are they?!” His second personality said.

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“KACCHAN!!!”

There was a quick fight. The 1A students successfully got Tokoyami back but lost Bakugou in the hands of Dabi who was already in the portal and was out of reach. Everyone was rather distressed about it. Kirishima is trying to get Midoriya to join him to try to save him but Midoriya and his classmates said otherwise. Not because they didn’t want to save him but the amount of restrictions they have as heroes in training and that Eraserhead’s permission was dismissed so they had their hands tied.

When Todoroki and Midoriya had some time alone, he wanted to ask him something. “That thing that Jinx said.. ABout Bakugou telling you to go die… Is that true?” He hesitantly asked Midoriya. Midoriya stayed silent for a while before responding, “Yes, but it’s all in the past and I’m sure he didn’t mean it.” Midoriya smiled at Todoroki. “It’s a serious offense, are you sure you’re that okay?” Todoroki asked. “Yes, I’m sure.” Midoriya assured him.

In the little bar base, the League of Villains tries again to pursue Bakugou into joining them.

“I’ll ask you one more time, aspiring hero, Katsuki Bakugou.. Will you join us?” Shigaraki asked once more, every single member staring at the student who was strapped onto a metal chair with many leather straps and a huge cuboid shaped metal trapping his hands to prevent his Quirk from activating and attacking them.

Bakugou just simply smirked and said, “If you’re gonna talk in your sleep, you should go do that and die.” With his snarky tone, glaring at Shigaraki. “Why did you even join these extras? You’re way better than them.” He said, turning his attention to Jinx, “You were second best, you had the second highest scores after me.” Jinx just chuckled darkly and walked out of the shadows and stood beside Shigaraki. “You know.. It’s funny how you still try to keep your ego by saying “You were second best after me” I mean, come on? Are you trying to keep your ego or trying to “change” me?” Jinx said, sounding sarcastic at the word, “Change.”

The TV started playing. It was Mr. Aizawa, Vlad King, and Mr. Nezu, presented on TV for the accident at the training camp. They addressed the press and apologized for their actions. Just as they started the questionnaire, Shigaraki turned off the TV.

“It’s so strange..” Shigaraki started, “Why are the heroes being criticized?” He questioned, sounding “upset” by the heroes’ situation. “The way they were dealing with things was just a little off the mark.” He complained. “Is it because it’s their job to protect? Everyone makes a mistake or two. Are they supposed to be perfect?” He wondered. “Modern-day heroes are so uptight. Don’t you think, Bakugou?” He asked the ashy blonde.

“Once heroes receive compensation to protect people, they aren’t heroes anymore.” Spinner, a wannabe Stain, said. “That is Stain’s teaching.” He explained.

“The strange system of transforming people’s lives into money or glory… The society that sticks tight to those rules… The citizens who blame the losers rather than encourage them.. Our fight is to question: What is a hero? What is justice? Is this society truly just? We’ll have everyone thinking about it. We’re planning on winning. You like winning, too, right?” Shigaraki boasted with a grin on his face but was covered by an ashy decay-like hand attached to his crusty, non-moisturized, ugly face.

“Dabi, release his restraints.” Dabi turned to Shigaraki with a confused face. “What? He’s gonna attack, y’know?” Dabi pointed out. “It’s fine! We need to treat him like an equal, since we’re recruiting him.”  Shigaraki assured with his arms out as a form of “rest assurement” towards the entire group. “Equal my ass..” Jinx mumbled.

This conversation went on long enough until All Might saved the day by pretending to be a pizza delivery guy before bashing an entire opening in the abandoned bar. The group was captured and was restrained by wood by Kamui Woods. Shigaraki was distressed and yelled his words in anger towards the heroes. A splash of goo turned into a massive amount of goo spilling out of the LOV’s mouths and suddenly, they vanished within the goo that engulfed them!

The group was saved by All For One. They tried their best to keep Bakugou within their grasp but a small group of 1A students, consisting of Midoriya, Yamomo, Todoroki, Kirishima, and Iida, who came all this way from the hospital to save Bakugou.

Jinx became furious, breathing heavily in anger. She couldn’t let him go so easily! The voices in her head were speaking loudly in her head, messing her up. She grabbed her grappling hook like weapon and blasted towards Bakugou. It latched onto his legs and she pulled him back, making him lost grip on Kirishima’s hand. He was pulled by Jinx who grabbed him hard on the arm and ran with him to somewhere no one knows.

“BAKUGOU!!” Kirishima yelled from the sky as he felt Bakugou lose his grip.

Jinx dragged him to a small abandoned lower level apartment. It was her hideout, her home. She put him on a chair and tied him up, using a similar metal to restrain him from using his quirk. She sighed, “We’re finally alone. Just, the two of us.” She said, walking at an even pace around him. “You seem to have good friends, they cared so much for you!” She complimented. “I wished I had that.” She hopefully said, with her head done with a smile as she looked at the ground. “But, you were the one to have that. How lucky.. You have always been lucky.” She felt envy towards him for having a better life than him.

“Y/N, let me go. We can sort this out with U.A and the pro heroes. It doesn’t have to be this way.” Bakugou tried to pursue her. But that hit a nerve in her body.

“Heroes? What nonsense!”

“How dare he say that!!”

“He’s lying!”

“He’s just like ####!!!!”

Voices became the scream in her head, scribbles all around the place, creating monsters, drawn devil horns and an evil face doodle on Bakugou face. The voices became stronger, washing over Bakugou’s words.

“Y/N, listen to me. You don’t need all of this.”

“Yes you do!”

“He thinks he has the privilege to say that?!”

“He has a better life than you and he says that?”

“I can help you!”

“No one can help you, you’re nothing but a Jinx!”

“JUST SHUT UP!!!!” She yelled loudly, shocking Bakugou by the sudden yell. She breathed heavily, practically having smoke come out of her nostrils like an angry dragon. She turned towards Bakugou.

“You were nothing but mean to me. You used to hit me, kick me, make me almost go deaf by your explosions! What did you call that one move where you exploded so many times in my ears? Oh, right! “Boom boom! Bye bye ears!” Not very creative if you ask me. The orphanage tried so hard to fix me but they couldn’t. The children would laugh and beat me! I wasn’t that affected, because your actions hurted so much worse. You were the reason I was seen as weird, a freak! You destroyed my life, just because I was an orphan. I have seen the most traumatizing thing happening to my caretaker, my sisters, and my friends, do you know what it was? It was a massive explosion. It killed the people I loved right in front of me, do you know how much pain I had? Of course you don’t, you were given everything on a silver plate! Rich parents, good grades, friends, a powerful quirk, being the best at everything. I didn’t have that! You used your privileges to be seen as someone superior than others and with that, you bullied others you deemed lower than you.” Jinx said  in front of Bakugou as his face kept his scowl face but it seemed to have a bit of sadness in them, hm. “Look, the League of Villains shouldn’t change you. You’re Y/N L/N, maybe the dumbest and naivest person but also the most caring. You’re not what they say you are. They made you think you’re a Jinx but you’re not!” Bakugou kept a straight face and said it in the most serious voice he could do.

“Wanna know a secret? All for one thinks he made Jinx. With all of his rants and his hard-one lessons.. “Exile your doubts, Jinx.” , “Be what they fear, Jinx.” But, he didn’t make Jinx…” Jinx said, holding her home-made pistol, she suddenly aimed it at him with her head tilted to the side and looked at him with her eyes, but wait- Weren’t they E/C? Why were they pink? She stared at him with those eyes, those angered yet sad eyes, she glared at his vulnerable position.

“You did.”

BANG!!!!!

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★☽A/N: I am so sorry that this took so long!! If you’re wondering, “Did Bakugou die???” Maybe he did! But it would disturb the flow of events to come after this arc so I’mma say no but you can imagine that he did! I really hope you enjoy this. Thank you again to @supernerdycookietrashblr for requesting this! Might be my favorite request of all time!! <33

[johnsbleu]

Hold My Hand: John Wick x Reader Chapter 161

warnings: a few nsfw moments hmh masterlist

New York is currently having a heat wave, which means it’s a lazy day at the Wick household. It’s far too hot to go outside and do anything other than swimming in the pool for maybe 30 minutes. It’s so hot that being in the sun for longer than necessary just makes you feel nauseous, and with a baby, it’s not the best idea, so that means you’re pretty much just hanging out in the house.

“Sure would suck if the A/C went out,” you say, and John looks over at you and laughs, “I jinxed it, didn’t I?”

John nods, “Yeah, probably. Thanks for that.”

“I’m very grumpy when I’m hot, just a heads up.”

“Oh, I’m aware,” he says, and you narrow your eyes, “You’re very grumpy.”

You throw your hands up a little, “You make me sound like I’m just awful!”

“You do that all on your own,” he says, and you gasp loudly, to which he laughs and rushes over to hug you. “I’m kidding!”

“Well, sometimes you’re grumpy too!” you say as he clings to you, “You’re grumpy if you don’t have your coffee in the morning, which is so cliche, babe.”

John laughs as he squeezes you before letting go, “Never said I didn’t get grumpy.”

“Take back what you said, Wick.”

He teases, “Or what?”

You raise your brows and glance over at the very fancy and expensive espresso machine that John loves, “I’ll dump water all over it.”

“You wouldn’t! You love it too!” he says, and you start to laugh. He pulls you back to him and kisses you tenderly, “I love grumpy Mrs. Wick very much. You know that. She’s feisty, and you know what?”

“What?”

He leans closer to your ear, “She makes me hard.”

“Nope!” you push out of his arms and back away, “We are not starting the day off like this! It’s too hot already.”

John laughs, “Fine!”

You smile at him and kiss him before he walks over and finishes what he was doing. You look down to see Ronan coming back into the kitchen with the plastic cup you gave her, and you ruffle her hair as she babbles. You lean against the counter and look across it as John finishes putting away the last of the dishes from the dishwasher, then you smile when he looks at you.

“What now?”

“I don’t know,” you laugh as you shrug, “We’ve watched just about every movie this week, and we’ve completely cleaned the house, so there’s not really much else we can do.”

John nods, “Kind of sick of being cooped up in the house. Maybe we can find an aquarium or museum to go to.”

“Sounds good to me,” you smile, then you reach down and pick of Ronan, “How does that sound? Does that sound fun?”

Ronan smiles and squeals loudly, then she hides in the crook of your neck as soon as John starts to walk over. He wraps his arm around your waist and makes a loud chomping noise as he leans closer, then he pretends to chew on Ronan’s chunky little foot.

“Oh, daddy got you, huh?” you laugh, and Ronan reaches out so John will take her. “So, where should we go?”

“Anywhere,” he says, and you roll your eyes playfully. He smiles as he pulls you closer by your waist, then he moves his hand down to your ass, “Have I told you today how beautiful you are?”

You tilt your head and squint, “Alright, Wick, ‘fess up.”

“I didn’t do anything!” he laughs, and you shake your head and laugh. He looks at Ronan and bounces her, “Isn’t momma beautiful?”

At the mention of you, Ronan looks at you and leans over for you to take her, and you let out a small laugh as you hug her in your arms.

Ronan loves going back and forth between you and John, so most of the time, it’s just you and John passing her off to one another. She’s your baby, and you’re not going to feel guilty about holding her when she actually wants to be held.

“Well, if we want to go somewhere this afternoon, we should figure it out soon because she’ll need a nap in a bit.” you say, and John nods his head.

“How about we go a little later after her nap, then we can get some dinner too?” he says, and you nod your head as you smile. “Sound good?”

You nod as you bounce Ronan, “Sounds great. I’m gonna get her changed, can you get her bottle?”

“Yes, ma’am.” John says, leaning down to kiss you.

Holding Ronan in your arms, you walk into the living room and set her down on the couch to quickly change her diaper. She kicks her legs and flails around a little, but she finally sits still long enough for you to change her into a new diaper. She’s been quite the daddy’s girl lately, so she loves to be fed by her favorite guy.

John comes out with her bottle and smiles as you stand up from the couch with her in your arms, then he takes her after you’ve given her a kiss. You follow them upstairs and watch as John sits down in the rocker in the corner to feed her, and you smile when Ronan reaches up to rub her fingers against John’s beard.

Whenever you feed her, she usually tugs at your hair and John’s beard. He never keeps it too long so at least it doesn’t hurt. She’s not The Hulk strength-wise but damn, she has a little grip on her sometimes. She grabbed a strand of hair one day and tugged so hard, you nearly cried and ran to John to make sure you didn’t have a bald spot.

You walk over to close the curtains in Ronan’s room, then you turn on her fan for the white noise and to keep her room cool. You look over as John rocks her and smiles as he looks down at her, then he nods for you to join him. You sit down on the footstool and lean over to look at Ronan as she struggles to keep her eyes open, and you reach out to rub your finger against her chubby cheek as her eyes finally shut.

“She falls asleep just about as fast as you,” John jokes, and you let out a small laugh. “And she looks beautiful, just her mom.”

You smile softly as you look at him, then you lean up to kiss him a few times, “Thanks.”

John smiles at you, then he takes the bottle from Ronan and sets it aside before he gets up and walks over to put Ronan in her bed, but not before the two of you give her a little kiss.

“Goodnight, baby girl.”

“Night, bug.” you smile, then you hold John’s hand as the two of you quietly leave her bedroom. You lean down to pet Bleu as he trots past to keep guard in Ronan’s room, then you look at John, “So, where should we go?”

John shrugs, “There’s all kinds of museums in the city, I’m sure I can find something that is good for kids.”

“You don’t mind driving?” you ask as you walk into your bedroom with John following behind you, “I mean, I can always drive.”

“I don’t mind driving,” he says, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind as he buries his face in the crook of your neck, “God, you smell good today.”

You laugh as you look at him, “It’s my new perfume.”

“Smells good,” he whispers, kissing your neck as you close your eyes.

“Wick, I know what you’re doing.” you whisper back, and he chuckles softly. “Unfortunately it’s working.”

John sucks on your skin and moves up your neck to the spot behind your ear, and you bite your bottom lip and shiver, which causes John to chuckle. He turns you around and kisses you on the lips as you wrap your arms around his neck, and he grips your ass tight in his hands.

“Mm,” he hums enthusiastically as he sucks on your tongue, then he leans down to continue kissing your neck, “I can’t get enough of you; I’m addicted.”

You laugh as John peppers your neck and collarbone in kisses, then you lean back and smile at him, “I love you so much.”

“I love you too,” he whispers, then he reaches up with his left hand and gently brushes it against your cheek, “So beautiful, my peach.”

“Ah! Stop being so cute!” you laugh as you hug him tight, and John reaches down to lift you up as you wrap your legs around his waist. “Why are you so cute? What’s the reason?”

John laughs as he holds you and sits down on the bed, “Just kind of crazy about you.”

“Yeah, just kind of?” you ask, and he laughs as he holds tight to you and lays down on the bed.

“Oh, you know it’s much more than ‘kind of’,” he whispers, and you straddle his waist and lean down to kiss him as he hugs you tight.

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The museum isn’t as packed as you thought it’d be but that’s a good thing! With a little girl who has recently discovered her legs, she rarely wants to be held anymore when you’re out somewhere and she loves to run everywhere, so it’s nice that she has room to do so since there’s not a lot of people here.

Ronan toddles into the next exhibit and quickly takes off in search of something to play with, and you let go of John’s hand and rush over to keep her from running too far ahead. You corral her back over to John, then you let out a small laugh when she reaches for John’s hand.

You look around at the exhibit to see that it’s a jungle gym area, and you know you’ll be here for a while since Ronan loves to play. You sit down on the steps that Ronan is going up, then you watch as John helps her get seated so she can go down the small slide. He holds her hand the entire time so she doesn’t fall or hit her head, and she squeals loudly before she runs over and uses your shirt to pull herself up the steps to go on the slide again.

A group of children come in, so you look at John and nod to the next exhibit. He picks up Ronan and blows raspberries on her tummy as she laughs, and you walk with him to the next exhibit.

“Oh, no.” you laugh when you see percussion instruments laying around, “This isn’t gonna be good.”

John lets Ronan down and laughs as she runs over to the chimes and slaps her hands against them, then she gets the mallets and bangs on the xylophone with a huge smile on her face. You put your hands over your ears and laugh as you look at John, and he smiles proudly as Ronan plays a very loud song for the two of you.

You see the group from the other exhibit coming in, and you grimace when the mom looks at you, “Sorry!”

“Hey! It’s okay!” she smiles, then she leans down and smiles at Ronan, “Aren’t you a little musical genius?”

Ronan squeals loudly, then she pounds the mallet on the xylophone some more as you and John both laugh. John wraps his arm around you and leans over to kiss the top of your head, then he looks at you and smiles before leaning down to kiss you.

You watch Ronan as she wanders over to the group of kids, particularly the older boy who is playing an instrument, and you smile when she watches him in wonder.

“Uh oh, John, you might have some competition.”

“Never,” John chuckles softly as he sees her staring at the young boy, then he leans down and smiles when she comes running back over to her number one guy.

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John is holding Ronan in his arms and bouncing her as he makes silly noises to get her to giggle, and you smile as you watch him smothering her face in kisses. Ronan's laughter fills the room as John continues to play with her, and you can't help but feel grateful for this moment. You think about all the memories they’ll create together in the future, and you feel your heart swell with love as you see the bond between father and daughter growing stronger every day. It's moments like these that make all the sleepless nights and diaper changes worth it.

Your cheeks hurt from smiling at the two of them, but they’re just so damn cute. Ronan is getting bigger and changing every day, but she’s still so much John’s twin. Their matching dark hair and brown eyes just kill you, but you have to admit, you love the dimple in her right cheek--like mother like daughter. John glances over at you and smiles, and you grow a little bashful.

Something about John is really doing it for you today. He’s so hot, and he’s even hotter now that he’s a dad. Obviously you’ve always been attracted to him, but ever since he became a dad, he’s so much sexier. There’s this sensitivity and vulnerability to him that you’ve seen before but now it’s always there, and it’s hot! Just seeing him in this role is a feast for you.

“Mr. Wick, your table is ready.” the hostess says, and John nods his head.

“Hey, uh, can you take her in?” John asks, and you nod as you look at him, “I just remembered I needed to call Jimmy about something.”

You take Ronan from him and smile, “We’ll be inside.”

“I’ll be in in a few minutes,” he says, then he kisses your forehead before you move past to head inside to your table.

Thankfully the restaurant has their A/C on so it’s super cool inside, maybe too cool for Ronan to just be in her little dress. You place Ronan in the highchair and sit down at the table, then you dig through your bag to get the pants you packed and some socks for Ronan. You pick her up and quickly get her pants and socks on, then you put her back into the highchair.

Your server comes to the table to get you a drink and you just order some appetizers for you and John. You packed some things that Ronan can snack on until you get home later.

Your phone buzzes with a notification, so you reach over and look at it to see there’s a severe weather notification for Mill Neck and the surrounding cities. Hopefully you’ll be able to to eat and get out of the city in enough time so John won’t have to drive in the storm.

Speaking of John, you look around for him since he’s still not back, then you look over as your waitress sets your appetizers and drinks down. You ordered some chips and guacamole since Ronan can eat guacamole, and you scoop up a little bit and feed it to her. She smacks her lips together and leans over for more as you laugh.

“Hey…” John smiles as he walks over, then he leans down to kiss Ronan’s head before he rubs your back.

“Everything okay?”

John nods as he sits across the table from you, “Yeah. Did you get that weather alert?”

“Yeah, we better eat fast and head home.” you say, and John nods his head.

You watch as he looks around the restaurant, and you burrow your brow when you realize he’s being a little more cautious than usual. You reach over for his hand and smile softly when he looks at you.

“Sorry,” he whispers, shaking his head, “Just worried about the storm.”

“Well, why don’t we just get our food to go?” you ask, and he shakes his head, “John, it’s fine. We can even leave now.”

John looks at you for a moment, then he exhales, “I just don’t want you two out in the weather, plus Bleu is home.”

“We can leave,” you nod, then you look over for your waitress. She smiles as she walks over, and you tell her that you won’t be staying but you’ll be paying for your drinks and appetizers, which she offers a small box for.

John quickly puts the chips and guacamole into the box, along with the other appetizers that you ordered, then he puts a 50 dollar bill on the table. It’s way more than necessary, but he just wants to get out of here.

You put your backpack on and get Ronan from the highchair, then you hoist her up on your hip as John takes your arm and practically drags you from the restaurant. He lets go and wraps his arm around your shoulder to pull you closer, then he opens the backdoor and takes Ronan from you.

“Get in.”

“I…” you stand there for a moment, then you widen your eyes and walk to the passenger side door to get in, “Okay then.”

John gets Ronan buckled in, then he gets in the car and immediately starts it and pulls onto the street to get out of the city. You stare at him as he focuses on the road, and you furrow your brow and sit back in your seat.

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John actually had the right idea getting out of the city sooner rather than after you ate. The rain started coming down when you were just outside of Mill Neck, and as soon as you got home, the wind started to pick up and several small branches were already in the yard from the trees.

It was still raining buckets while you got Ronan bathed and into her pajamas, and John took the task of getting all of her things and bringing them to the basement. He never likes to sleep upstairs when there’s a storm because of the glass walls in the living room. He grabbed her pack ‘n play and a few toys then went downstairs to get everything set up.

Just as you set Ronan down in the living room, lightning flashes bright and thunder rumbles a few seconds later, and Ronan immediately starts to cry and reaches up for you. You pick her up and hoist her on your hip, then you bounce her to calm her down.

“I got everything set up for her. Why don’t you two head down there now?”

“I just need to get her bottle,” you say, and John nods his head as he walks over to kiss your cheek.

He’s been so quiet since you got home, but then again he has been coming up and down the stairs for an hour now just trying to get everything in the basement before the worst part of the storm gets here.

You make Ronan a bottle and press a kiss to her forehead, then you head downstairs to see John has already made the pullout couch up with some sheets and blankets. He put Ronan’s bed next to your side, which is always the furthest side from the door you’ve noticed, and he set her blankets and bunny in it too.

“Okay, let’s get a movie started.” you whisper, hearing the thunder rumbling loudly even from downstairs.

You place Ronan on the bed and hand her bottle to her, then you get the remote and find a movie for her to watch before you walk over and stand at the bottom of the steps to wait for John.

After a few minutes of hovering by the stairs, the door opens and John comes down with your pillow and a bag in his left hand. You back up so you’re not on top of him, and you follow him as he sets the bag down on his workbench.

“You can look,” he says, raising his eyebrows and smiling.

You peek into the bag to see John has made you and him some sandwiches and brought the appetizers from the restaurant and some drinks down for the two of you. You smile as you look over at him kissing Ronan’s cheek, then he walks back over to you.

“Is that okay? I know you’re hungry.” he says, and you nod as he sits down on the stool, “The weather is getting pretty bad. The power might go out.”

Nodding your head, you stand between his legs and smile when he pulls you closer to him, and he tilts his head back and smiles as you lean down to kiss him. He holds your gaze when you lean up and look at him, then he puckers his lips for another kiss. You cup his face in your hands and kiss him several times, then you look over to make sure Ronan is okay.

“She watching her movie?”

“Yup, Tangled...again.” you say, and John lets out a small laugh as he pulls you even closer to him so he can kiss you. You run you fingers through his hair and hold his gaze, then you close your eyes and hug him tight, “I had fun today.”

John nods as he rubs your back, “Me too.”

“Was hoping we’d get some alone time, but that’s not going to happen now.”

“Nah, I don’t think so.” he laughs, and you lean back to look at him, “Maybe tomorrow.”

You sigh as you nod your head, “Yeah.”

“Can you wait that long?” John jokes, and you playfully shove him before he pulls you back into his arms, “Not sure I can wait that long.”

“You definitely can.” you laugh, and John shakes his head dramatically, “Hey, I have a question.”

John raises his eyebrows and nods, “Shoot.”

“Why do you always sleep closest to the door?” you ask, and John nods, “I’ve noticed it.”

“Because if someone broke in, who is the first person they’d go for?”

You nod, “The first person they see, which would be the person closest to the door. Is that why you always face the door too when we go out to eat?”

“I told you that I’ll always protect you,” he whispers, and a smile spreads across your face, then you pretend to faint against his chest as he laughs. “You’re the most important person in my life, mouse. I’ll always look out for you and protect you. You and Ro are the best things to ever happen to me.”

You reach up and touch John’s face as your eyes soften, and he gently presses a kiss to your thumb before he leans up to kiss you. You slide your hands up John’s biceps to his shoulders, then you lean against his chest and hold his gaze.

John places his hands on your waist and squeezes lightly, then he looks over when Ronan calls out for him. He pats your side and gets up to see what Ronan needs, and you decide to get your sandwich out since your stomach is grumbling. You take your sandwich over to the bed and crawl onto it to sit next to Ro, then you take a bite of it and smile when you hear John humming along to the song on TV.

“Too many times, huh?”

John laughs as he looks up at you, “When you were gone the other day, we watched it three times in a row. Didn’t we, bug?”

“Three times?” you laugh manically, “We watched it five times!”

“Really?”

You laugh, “No, we watched it twice in a row before I put something else on. Moana and Coco usually do the trick too--I think she likes the bright colors.”

“Makes sense,” John says, then he sings the song quietly to Ronan as she lays in his arms and finishes her bottle.

You offer a bite of your sandwich to John that he takes, then he sits up a little to get his sandwich from the bag.

“Mama,” Ronan says, and you smile at her as she waves at you.

“Well, hi.” you laugh, then you sit up and lean down to kiss her cheek, “You need to go to sleep.”

Ronan smiles wide and shakes her head as she laughs, and John chuckles quietly when she crawls around the bed, still shaking her head from side to side.

“You’re silly,” John laughs, and Ronan sits up and bounces on her butt while she watches the movie.

“Hey, is everything okay with Jimmy?”

John looks over at you and furrows his brow, “What?”

“You said you needed to call Jimmy earlier…”

“Oh! Uh, yeah, he’s fine…” he says, and you cock up your eyebrow a little, “I just had to ask him about a few things.”

You nod your head as you reach over for your bottle of water, then you look at John, “Sure.”

John looks over at you as you eye him, and he reaches over to playfully nudge your leg, “It was nothing, peach.”

“Okay,” you nod, smiling at him, “I believe you.”

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You pull the sleeves of your sweater down as you head upstairs, then you rub the sleep from your eye as you open the door and look out at the yard to see the damage the storm left behind last night. Thankfully nothing too big besides a few branches, which John and you can pick up later.

“Yeah, I’ll speak with you soon.”

Furrowing your brow, you look over your shoulder when you hear John, then you walk into the kitchen to find him standing by the patio door. You clear your throat a little to get his attention, and he turns around to look at you.

“Who was that?”

“Oh, it was, uh, it was nothing…” he stammers, and you watch as he walks over to the fridge, “You ready for breakfast?”

You furrow your brow again and look at him, “It’s 6:30 in the morning. When have I ever eaten breakfast this early? I only got up to get another blanket, it’s freezing down there. Now I know why; you’re up here.”

John lets out a small sigh and turns to look at you, “I…I ran into someone yesterday when we were in the city. He wants my help.”

“With…?” you ask, and John holds your gaze until it clicks, “Oh.”

“Yeah,” he looks down and shakes his head, “Super quick. In and out.”

You bite your cheek as you lean back against the counter and look at him, “I thought you said you were done with that. You said you wanted to just be here with me and Ro.”

“I do!” he nods as he walks over and reaches for your hands, “I do want that, but if I was in this position, he would help me--he has helped me. I have to help him.”

Looking down at your hands in John’s, you look up at him and slouch a little, “But what if you get--”

“I’m going to be fine,” he whispers, and you frown, “I promise that nothing will happen to me.”

“Okay,” you whisper as you nod.

John cups your face and holds your gaze, “I know you’re upset with me.”

“Yeah, but…” you shrug as you look at him, “Just come back in one piece so I can yell at you then.”

“I will,” John whispers, then he leans down and kisses you, “I’m gonna shower and get my things.”

You let out a small sigh as you watch John leaving the kitchen, then you wipe away the tear on your cheek and shake your head as you walk into the living room to get the blanket before you go back downstairs.

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Standing by the door, you watch as Ronan carries John’s keys to ‘help��� him with his things, and you smile when she drops them every few steps. She picks them up and quickly walks over to you, then she hands them to you with a big smile on her face.

“Those are dad’s,” you says, pointing at John, “Can you give those to daddy?”

Ronan looks over at John and stands on her tiptoes as she reaches up to give him his keys, then she claps her hands like she’s so proud of herself. John kneels down and hugs Ronan, then he kisses her cheek and smiles at her.

“You gotta be good for momma,” he says, and Ronan nods her head, “I’ll see you tomorrow. I love you so much.”

Ronan hugs John again, then she takes off in search of her toys since she’s lost interest in saying goodbye. Her little diaper butt waddling off to the living room.

John lets out a small laugh as he watches her walk away, “I’m not offended.”

“Short attention span,” you laugh, then you inhale deeply and hold John’s gaze as he stands up, “Tomorrow?”

“Yes, I’ll be home tomorrow so you can yell at me.” he says, then he chuckles softly as he walks over to hug you. You wrap your arms around his neck and close your eyes as you hug him tight, then you look over his shoulder at Ronan as she plays with her toys. John rubs your sides as he leans back, then he kisses you a few times, “I’ll call you tonight.”

You nod your head and sniffle a little, “Okay.”

“Please don’t cry, baby. I’m gonna be fine.” he whispers, and you shrug before you put your head down and start crying harder, “I promise I’m coming home to you and Ro. Nothing can keep me from you girls.”

“Okay,” you whisper, then you lean back to look at him as he wipes away the tears on your cheeks, “I’m just still so confused as to why you’re even going.”

John sighs as he looks down, “I have to help this guy. I owe a lot to him. He’s one of the only guys that I trust.”

You bite your lip as you nod your head, then you lean up to kiss John, leaving your lips there for a few moments as he hugs you tight.

“I love you, and I’ll be home tomorrow.” he whispers against your lips, and you kiss him again before you let go. He rubs his thumb against your cheek, then he looks back at Ronan, “Bye, bug. I love you.”

Ronan babbles as she toddles over to John to give him a kiss goodbye, and you laugh when she puts her hands on his cheeks and puckers her lips. John lets her down and ruffles her wispy brown hair, then he leans over to kiss you again.

“I’ll call you in a little bit. Keep an eye on the weather.”

You nod as you walk over to open the front door for John, then you look at him as he gets his bags and walks onto the front step, “I love you.”

“I love you too, peach. I’ll see you tomorrow,” he smiles, and you nod your head before you kiss him one last time and wave before you close the door.

Wiping away the tear on your cheek, you walk into the living room and look over your shoulder when you hear the engine of John’s Mustang as he backs out of the driveway. He presses the horn a few times and waves out the window, and Ronan yells for him as she waves. You kneel down next to her and wave as John backs out, then you watch his car disappear behind the hedges.

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Your phone has been in your back pocket ever since John left, and now you have it sitting in the cup holder on Ronan’s stroller as you walk down the street with Tess and Finn. You look over at Tess as she tells you what she’s been up to since they went to the lake house this week with Jimmy’s family, and you’re trying your hardest to pay attention, but all you can think about is John.

“Anyway,” Tess takes a deep breath and looks at you, “What did you guys do? It stormed pretty bad here.”

“Uh, yeah. The heat was really bad so we didn’t even swim, but we took Ro to a museum, and then…” you start to trail off as you look down at your phone, and Tess nudges your shoulder to gain your focus again, “Sorry. John…left.”

Tess furrows her brow, “What do you mean?”

“He didn’t leave me…”

“Well, no shit!” she laughs as she looks at you, “Hell would have to freeze over for that to happen.”

You let out a small laugh, “He ran into someone while we were in the city, and this morning he told me that he needed to help him. I don’t know what that means. I don’t know when he’ll be home, he says tomorrow, but who knows. I don’t know why he agreed. I don’t know anything.”

“I think since being with you, you’ve brought out such a soft side of John--a side that was probably always there but you’ve brought it out even more. I feel like he wouldn’t go back unless it really meant a lot to this person.” Tess says, and you nod as you look down, “Babe, he’s John. He’ll be fine.”

“I know, but I don’t want to do this every few months. I don’t want Ronan to see her dad take off, then not come home the next day.” you sigh as you shake your head, “He said he was done. He said he wanted to just be with me and Ronan. He said he was giving it all up and he was done. He said he was done!”

Tess reaches out for your arm and stops you from walking, “Listen to me, he loves you. This changes nothing.”

“This changes everything, Tess.”

“Stop being dramatic.” she says, and you let out a small laugh, “You’re John Wick’s wife. You and Ronan will never have to worry about anything, like nothing ever. Not money, not anything. No one would dare hurt you two, especially not John’s kid. Are you crazy? I mean, you’re safe too, obviously.”

You chuckle a little, “Thanks.”

“He’s probably sitting there thinking about how pissed you’re gonna be when he comes home tomorrow,” she says, and you shake your head, “But listen to me, he loves you and Ronan more than anything in this world. He’s just trying to help a friend. He’s just trying to be a good guy. Guess whose fault that is?”

You look at Tess when she gestures to you, then you roll your eyes, “The thing is I’m not even…mad. I’m not mad that he went back because I know deep down it’s a one time thing. I just…I worry he’s gonna get hurt. I worry that he’s not going to be able to recover or something.”

“Well, he is old.” Tess jokes, and you playfully shove her arm. She laughs as she walks down the street with you, then she stops in front of your driveway, “He’ll be fine, babe. Look at all the shit he went through before you were around. He’s still alive and kicking. He might just need a little TLC, and if he does, call me and I’ll come get Ro.”

Laughing quietly, you look down as Ronan sleeps soundly in her stroller, then you look at Tess and exhale, “I’ll call you later. Maybe you two can come over for dinner or something.”

Tess nods, “Sounds good. Jimmy is working late, so it’s just me and the goob for dinner.”

“We can get pizza,” you say, and Finn perks up as you smile, “Does that sound good?”

“Yeah!” Finn smiles, then he tugs Tess’ hand, “Pepper-toni.”

Tess smiles, “We can get pepperoni pizza.”

You kneel down and hug Finn when he walks over to you, then you kiss his cheek, “Finny, have you been working out? Look at those muscles!”

Finn tries his best to flex his biceps, which causes Tess to laugh, then he loses interest and walks over to pet Sadie and Bleu as they both patiently wait to get out of the heat.

“We’ll come over in a bit,” Tess says, reaching out to hug you, “I love you, and John loves you. Stop stressing!”

“Okay,” you laugh, then you ruffle Finn’s hair, “Pizza tonight, then…maybe we can go get some ice cream.”

Finn widens his eyes as he looks up at Tess, and she laughs as she lifts him up and tosses him over her shoulder. She waves at you as she walks across the street, and you tug Bleu’s leash a little to get his attention as you head up the driveway.

You look down at your phone when it lights up, and you smile as you read the text from John.

Can’t stop thinking about you. I promise I’ll be home. Don’t be too mad at me please.

You set your phone back in the cupholder, then you open the front door and get Bleu off his leash before you get Ronan from her stroller. You hold her in your arms as you walk over to the couch, then you take a picture of her cute little face and send it to John since you know he’d like that.

Spitting image of you when she’s asleep.

Because she’s quiet for once.

Nah, she’s an angel. I love you so much, baby. I will be home by tomorrow afternoon. I’ll prepare myself to get yelled at.

I love you.

I love you too. Give bug a kiss for me.

You set your phone aside and look down at Ronan as she sleep soundly in your arms, then you sit up and lay her down on the chaise so she can nap. You pull the throw blanket over her to keep her warm since it’s so cold in the house, then you lay down with your head next to hers and close your eyes.

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Dark clouds started rolling in again this morning, so you know that you’ll be cooped up in the house. Thankfully you were able to get some activities for Ronan last night since you and Tess ran to the store with the kids after getting pizza.

Ronan is currently sitting on the living room floor with you while you read a book to her, but she’s not really paying attention since she got a new toy that sings and flashes colors. You don’t blame her for having more interest in that, to be honest.

Sitting up on your knees, you look around at all of Ronan’s toys and sigh a little before you get up and start to pick them up. You smile when Ronan squeals loudly and waves her hands around, and you laugh when she looks up at you with her big brown eyes.

“You look just like daddy, you know that?” you laugh, then you lean down to smother her face in kisses as she giggles loudly.

John called a little bit ago to say he’d be home this afternoon, and you’re nervous to see him. You’re nervous that…maybe he wants back in to that life. Maybe you and Ronan aren’t enough. It’s silly, it is, but it’s what you’re feeling.

Grabbing a few toys, you put them in her basket, then you walk around to continue picking up the living room. It’s not too messy, but it does look a little untidy. You fold up the throw blanket and put it on the back of the couch, then you stare at the living room for a moment before you head into the pantry to get the cleaning supplies to wipe down the tables.

Cleaning is usually the first thing you do when you’re stressed.

You clean off the coffee table and side tables, then you grab the vacuum and plug it in, which causes Ronan to perk up.

“You gonna help me?” you ask, and she gets up and walks over to you as you lean down to turn it on. She holds onto the vacuum and pushes it with you, and you smile when you barely hear her little giggle from over the loud vacuum. You kiss her cheek when you lean down, then you turn it off and laugh, “Good job, bug.”

Ronan claps her hands and rushes back to her toys, but she trips over her feet and falls flat onto her face. You freeze for a moment to see if she’s going to cry, but she just gets up and laughs before she sits down with her toys. Definitely John’s daughter.

You put the vacuum away along with the other cleaning supplies, then you stop and look at yourself in the mirror, “Oh, babe, what the hell? You look like shit. Uh…Ro, come with me.”

Ronan gets up and reaches for your hand, then you hoist her up onto your hip as you head upstairs to get some makeup. Ronan has some toys in your room, so she’ll be occupied for a few minutes.

Placing Ronan on the floor, you look over to see your makeup bag is on the dresser, so you quickly grab it and get started on your makeup. You don’t really have time to wash your hair, but you spray some dry shampoo into it and tie it out of your face.

After a few moments, you take a step back and look at yourself in the mirror, then you turn a little to make sure your jean shorts look okay. You fix your shirt, exhale, and shrug before you walk over to sit with Ronan on the floor to play with a toy.

The front door opens as you look over your shoulder, and you smile when Ronan perks up and looks at you.

“Hello? Where are my girls?” John calls out, “Hello? Are you two home?”

You grab Ronan and put your finger over your mouth, “Hide.”

Ronan giggles as she crawls over to you and hides by the bed, and you let out a small laugh when she puts her hand over her mouth.

“Hello?” John calls out again as he comes upstairs, “Bug? Peach?”

“Dada!” Ronan gets up and toddles over to John, and you laugh as you sit up.

You laugh when John leans over the edge of the bed to look at you, then he reaches for your hand and helps you up. You smile as you look at him but you quickly notice a few cuts on his face, which causes to you immediately move closer to inspect them.

“I’m okay.” he laughs as you gently move his hair to get a better look at the cut on his forehead, “Baby, I’m fine.”

“I’ll get the first aid kit.” you say, and John lets out a small laugh.

You grab the box from the linen closet and sigh a little, then you walk back out and watch John as he kisses Ronan’s cheek and flips her over to hold her upside down by her legs as she laughs. John blows raspberries on her stomach making her squeal with laughter, then he sets her in his lap and kisses the top of her head.

“Come here,” he smiles, reaching out for you, “Give me a kiss.”

You nod as you walk over to him, then you sit down on the bed and hold his gaze. He smiles softly as he leans over and he waits for you to fill the gap between the two of you. You lean over more and kiss him as you close your eyes, and you feel his hand on the back of your neck to keep you from moving.

“We’ll talk when she goes down for a nap.” he whispers, and you nod your head, “Just don’t yell at me until then.”

“Stop,” you shake your head and lean back to look at him, “You’ve mentioned me yelling at you like four times. I’m not gonna yell at you.”

John frowns a little, “Sorry.”

“Dada,” Ronan slips off his lap and walks over to the door and looks at him.

“She got some new toys,” you say, and John reaches for your hand as he gets up, “So, she’ll definitely want you to see them.”

John reaches down to pick her up, then he opens the baby gate and allows you to go first. You quickly make it down the stairs and open the other baby gate, then you wait for John and Ronan. Her eyes are growing heavy as John rubs her back, and he stops on the landing when you point at her.

“She’s almost asleep,” you whisper, and John looks down at her. “Should we take her up to her room?”

“Yeah,” he nods, then he reaches for your hand so you’ll join him.

You quickly head back upstairs with them as John bounces Ronan in his arms, and you lean against the door frame and watch him love up on Ronan. He closes his eyes and leans his head against hers, then he smiles softly.

“Goodnight, bug.” he whispers, then he puts her in her crib and turns on the fan. He reaches down to rub her back, then he smiles at her before he walks over to you. “Let’s go talk.”

“Let’s clean those cuts.” you whisper, then you hold his hand and walk to your bedroom.

John sits down on the bed and watches as you open the first aid kit, then he looks up at you as you gently press the wipe to his cuts to clean them out. You know he won’t need any stitches so you close up the first aid kit and grab it to bring to the bathroom.

As soon as you come out of the bedroom, you look at John and smile a little before you walk over and fall into his arms as he lays down on the bed. He presses several kisses to your lips, then he sits up with you and exhales.

“How was she while I was gone? What did you two do?”

“We went out for pizza and ice cream with Tess and Finn yesterday,” you say, and John smiles, “Then Tess and I went to the store and got some activities for the kids since it’s supposed to storm for the next three days. And today we just hung out at home and did nothing, really. Ro was good, of course.”

John tucks your hair behind your ear and smiles, “And how about you? Were you good?”

“Of course,” you laugh quietly, then you look over at John, “I’m always good though.”

“Ooh, are you sure about that?”

You laugh as you look at him, then you slouch, “I’m sorry, I can’t move on until we talk about what happened.”

“What?” John laughs, then he shakes his head, “What do you mean?”

“Are you going back?”

John furrows his brow, “Going back where?”

“Back.” you say, gesturing to his face, “Back to that!”

“No,” he laughs as he shakes his head, “Why the hell would I go back? I have everything I want here.”

You slouch more, “Because you did go back.”

“Just to help someone who really needed help.” he says, reaching for your hand, “That’s it. He just brought me for…back-up essentially.”

“Well, not really. Look at your face.”

John laughs, “Some little shit got the jump on me.”

You shift on the bed so you’re facing John, then you reach for his hands, “So you have no intention on going back?”

“None,” he says, shaking his head again, “Baby, I mean it when I say I am done with that life. I really am. I only went back because he needed help because…he wants to get out. He told me that he sees what I have, and he wants that.”

“I don’t want to have to constantly look over my shoulder when I’m out or have to worry about Ronan when we go to the store.”

John reaches over and cups your face, “You won’t, I promise.”

“I thought maybe you’d want to go back or something, like you’d realize you missed it.”

“How many times have I told you that I’m done? A lot of times,” he says, and you let out a small laugh, “I mean it, I am done. I know I went back but it was only to help someone. But I’m here, I’m not going anywhere, and no one will ever hurt you and Ro.”

You nod, “The off-limits hit list.”

“Something like that,” he laughs, then he leans over to kiss you.

“Well, let’s see the rest of the damage.” you say, gesturing for John to take off his shirt. You move to sit behind him as he pulls it over his head, then you inspect his back for any injuries. None. You lean forward to look at his chest and find none, then you sit down behind him and wrap your arms around his waist as you kiss his back. “I love you, John.”

John leans back a little to look at you, and he smiles when you lean up to rest your chin on his shoulder, “I know.”

“Hey!”

“I love you too,” he laughs, and you lean down to kiss his shoulder.

You close your eyes for a moment as John reaches down to play with your fingers, then you inhale deeply, “You won’t make a habit of this, will you?”

“Absolutely not.”

“Good, because I need you more than other people do. Ronan and I need you here. I don’t want you running off every month because you have to help people.” you whisper, and John nods as he looks down, “I love that you want to help people, but this should be your priority; Ronan and me.”

John looks over his shoulder and shifts until he can see you, “And it is. You know that. You and her are the only things that truly matter to me.”

“We need you here and we need you alive.”

John chuckles a little, “I’m here and alive.”

“God, John!” you laugh as you lay back on the bed, “I want so bad to be mad at you but I can’t be!”

“Well, good!” he laughs as he crawls on top of you, and you wrap your arm around his neck, “I don’t want you to be mad at me.”

You exhale sharply and hold his gaze, “Please don’t break my heart by making this a habit. I’m putting my trust in you that this won’t be a thing.”

“It won’t be.” he whispers, leaning down to kiss you. “I’m exactly where I want to be. I just wanted to help someone so he could get to where I am. It’s the best place to be.”

Your eyes soften as John smiles at you, and you pull him down to kiss you as you wrap your legs around his waist.

You could totally be mad at him if you really wanted to be, but you trust him! You trust that he’s telling the truth and that he’s really just wanting to be with you and Ronan. The fact that John had enough in his heart to even help someone like that is truly amazing in the first place. Not that you doubted it, he’s just a great guy.

John keeps his lips pressed to yours as he leans up a little to pull your shorts off, then he unbuttons his jeans and unzips them before pulling his cock free from his boxers. He leans up a little and holds your gaze as he slowly rubs himself between your legs, and you whimper softly as your eyes roll shut when you feel the tip of his cock slowly sliding deep between your legs.

“This is exactly where I want to be,” he whispers, and you laugh against his lips.

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Leaning against the door frame, you smile as you watch John laying on his stomach while he plays with Ronan’s newest toy. She’s giggling at just about everything he’s saying and hugging him nonstop. You didn’t realize how much she probably missed him last night. It’s not often that she spends the nights without you two, except for Wednesdays with she’s with your parents. You let out a small laugh when Ronan gets up and crawls onto John’s back, and he gets on his hands and knees and crawls around the floor with her on his back.

A warm tear slides down your cheek as you watch them playing in the living room, and you wipe it away when John looks up at you. He immediately sits up a little more, grabbing Ronan’s hands so she doesn’t fall, and you shake your head and put your hand out to stop him from coming over.

“Keep playing,” you smile, and he crawls over to you with Ronan on his back. You kneel down and smile at Ronan as she clings to John’s shirt, then you lean over to kiss her cheek, “Is daddy being a horsey?”

John laughs, “Oh, I thought I was a dog.”

You laugh as you shake your head, “Who rides a dog?”

“Emily Elizabeth from Clifford.” he says, and you laugh. He furrows his brow and lets out a small laugh, “I never in a million years would have thought I would know what Clifford The Big Red Dog is.”

“Yeah, it happens.” you nod as you sit on the floor, “I found myself doing laundry the other day and singing the theme song from Bubble Guppies. It really sneaks up on you.”

John laughs, “Yeah, it’s pretty catchy. The part with the clapping and the bubble puppy.”

You help Ronan off of John’s back and watch as she runs over to play with her toys, then you lean back against the wall with John and smile when he reaches for your hand. He smiles as he holds your gaze, then he leans over to kiss you a few times.

“This is the best,” he whispers, looking over at Ronan as she bangs two plastic toys together. “Even though a headache is inevitable.”

You let out laugh as you nod, “Yeah, definitely.”

“Just me and my girls.” he whispers, and you lean your head back against the wall and smile at him, “The best.”

“I agree.”

John wraps his arm around your shoulder to pull you closer to him, then he presses a kiss to the top of your head as the two of you watch your sweet little girl playing with her toys. Despite an impending headache, this moment couldn’t get any better.

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He had been curled under his duvet while tapping away on his tablet while the fabric kept the light from escaping his fabric cave and disturbing his temporary room mate. Wireless earbuds nestled in his ear to play music quietly to just himself as he gambled away into the early hours of his morning.

It was the lull in music when he heard a noise that caused him to turn his head. A strange whimper that felt out of place in the room as he sat up causing the blanket to fall and blue light to leak into the room.

It was clear when his eyes fell on Jinx the other was in great distress. He chewed his lip unsure if he should pull over the blanket on his head and return to his games. Knowing Jinx may feel embarrassed by him revealing he saw this moment of fragileness. Also it would be awkward…

But in the end a sigh left his lips as he heard another whimper. Stepping from his bed he moved to Jinx’s and reached a hand to the other shoulder shaking the Pomefoire student. “O-oi…wake up.” He demanded ready to duck from any flying fists.

Before Jinx was cursed, the details were muddy, unclear. He was in his nightgown, his long hair a mess from bed. Usually he would have it in a braid to avoid tangles, but he didn’t want to ask anyone for help for fear of appearing ungrateful. His eyelids were droopy with sleep, but he walked willingly alongside the hulking figure of a royal guard. Notably, he didn’t have shoes on. Maybe if he had stopped to grab his shoes, he would have had time to come to his senses and realized something was off. 

They didn’t walk to his mother’s cottage, he was sure of that. A carriage then? The dream skipped over travel in the way dreams often do. Everything becomes fuzzy and unclear for a moment, and then they refocus on the outer exterior of a cottage. 

He knew it well, they had been here before many times for “camping trips” and vacations away from what he now understood as the iron grip of his grandmother. The outer walls were painted a soft pink, same as the stone walls of Sol. It was decoratively adorned with paintings his mother had done, and a few that him and Lucian had contributed. A sky full of lanterns, the moon and the sun, a field of flowers, all sorts of things that had reminded her of home. If you checked the bottom right corner of the front of the house there were a couple of small painted handprints with two bigger handprints next to them. 

Even though it was meant to be away from Sol, it wasn’t too far. But it was far enough that no one would bother them. Did his mother feel guilty for trying to get away? Maybe that’s why they stayed just barely out of reach. 

Now he was in the living room. There was a big comfy couch with an awful pattern that his mom and dad used to fight all the time about. Not actual arguments, but playful, teasing tiffs about when they were going to replace it. He sat and tried to adjust his nightgown while the guard paced. It was improper for a lady to let her skirt ride up, and at that time, he was a little lady.

They spoke, but the conversation is lost to time. He can’t recall the words because they didn’t matter. He felt a bit nervous being in the cottage again without his mom and dad but he was hushed with the reassurance that his grandmother would be there soon. 

Wake up.

He felt suddenly as if he were meant to be somewhere else right now. But he could only hop off the couch and follow when asked, to the basement. 

You moron, wake up! 

But his grandmother would be there soon. 

It was as if he were being held down in that very moment, forced to listen to the creaking stairs. 

The basement was an unfinished playroom of sorts. His parents worked together on it, but towards the end, his father was working more and more frequently and it wasn’t a project one person should do alone. There were still supplies, some unopened cans of paint, his father’s toolbox. His stomach lurched when he laid eyes on it. 

“I don’t want to be here,” he said, his voice small, “I want to wait for Grandma outside.” 

“She told me she would meet you here.” 

No.

The man goes upstairs and leaves him alone in a playroom that would never be finished. 

He catalogued the cold feeling of concrete beneath his feet, the open insulation in some parts of the walls. He marched over to the only finished corner of the basement and plopped down, with his back against the wall. He felt like crying but couldn’t name why. 

He tried really hard to wake up, but he was held in place again. 

The dream shifts to the feeling of needles down his back. Something was burning into him, through him, and a scream died in his throat halfway through. He couldn’t move, but something was scraping its way down his back. Tears pricked his eyes and he tried to wriggle free. It was nothing but a bone deep pain and all he could do was stare. 

His hair in his eyes. The gray concrete floor. The wood beams in the walls, oak, possibly? The taste of iron in his mouth. The cotton candy pink of the insulation that he had to be warned not to touch, let alone eat. The coolness in the air. Paint cans. His father’s toolbox. The stairs leading away from here.

But the worst was yet to come, and as the curse mark became complete, a foreign magic had-

“O-oi, wake up.”

His eyes snapped open at the sudden hand on his shoulder. Immediately he felt his heart was beating a mile a minute and he was drenched in sweat. He sits straight up and kicks away the blankets, breathing deeply. He almost forgot he had 

“Hey, uh, R-Rove,” he scolded himself for his staggered speech, “What’s going on, buddy? Can’t sleep?” 

Play it off, play it off, play it off. 

@rove-bogge

[girlboypersonthingy]

Hello!!!!!!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Can i request Vi and Jinx x affectionate! clingy! Reader?

Reader absolutely loves to: hug, kiss cheeks, compliment others, cuddling (under blankets for extra warmth 😃) andddd nose boops

Am i annoying? 😃❤️❤️

OMFG CHILL THIS IS TOO CUTE 🤭 Not annoying at all, anon. Nose boops are the cutest! As always, I greatly appreciate the request. ENJOY~

VI 💘

When you’re in front of anyone, she’s like “ugh, (Y/N), please. I’m busy.” But when you’re alone together she’s like “YES GIVE ME MORE!” She loves the excess of attention and affection you give her after a long, stressful day. It calms her down so much.

She’s honestly so in love with you. If anyone else were to swoon over her and touch on her the way you do, she’d probably fly off the handle and cuss them out. You are the only exception. You get full VIP access to her.

Hugs: she cherishes your hugs so much. It’s never just a normal hug with you. You always wrap your arms fully around her torso and squeeze her as tight as you can and you don’t let go for a while. She’d stay like this in your arms forever if she could. When she’s upset or really angry, all you have to do is hug her and she’s instantly relaxing into your embrace. You’ve made her so soft, omfg

Cheek kissing: she can’t handle your cuteness. Anytime you press a gentle kiss to her cheek, she totally blanks on what she was just about to say or do. She turns her attention to you and just smiles like a lovesick dope. As she gets more used to you kissing her cheek, she starts to expect it and now every time you lean in to her, she whips her head towards you and catches your lips with her own. She just can’t get over the adorable and blushy face you make when her lips meet yours ever so softly.

Compliments: she’s terrible with accepting compliments from you. You say something like “you’re so beautiful.” “Wow, you’re so strong.” And she malfunctions. She just gets really quiet and can’t bring herself to look at you. I think she’s equally flustered and feeling guilty. She likes the compliments but she just doesn’t agree with you. She can’t understand how you can adore her so much. It’s like being touch starved but with words of affirmation. She just doesn’t know what to say or think when you say something sweet to her. I think she also feels guilty for never complimenting you back. She’s good with her fists, not with her words so she never really even responds when you compliment her. She just smiles a bit and continues with what she was doing. You don’t mind. Deep down, your words make her want to be a better person.

Cuddling: she’s definitely new to cuddling. Remember when I said it’s like she’s touch starved but with compliments? Yeah, she’s also actually touch starved. The only touch she’s felt for the past several years is prison guards man handling her and kicking her ass. So when you excitedly jump into bed with her and cling to her like a koala bear, she’s beyond happy. She lets you do whatever you want to her. You wanna be the big spoon? Cool. You wanna be the little spoon? Awesome. You wanna sleep face to face, your limbs all tangled with hers? Hell yeah! She loves it all. When you two are falling asleep together is when she’s the most open to your touch. It’s gotten to the point where she can’t sleep unless she can feel you up against her.

Nose boops: in public, she’ll give you a look like 😒 “you better chill.” But in private, boop her nose and watch her smile grow until her cheeks hurt. Recently, she’s started booping your nose while in public or in front of others. At first, you’re so obsessed with it, you love it! After a while tho, you’re like “Hey! It’s okay when you do it but I can’t boop you in public? Not fair!” And she’s just shrugging with a smug look on her face. “Fine. I’ll stop then.” “NNOOOOOO VIOLET PLEASE! I TAKE IT BACK!”

She’s totally into how clingy you are, it makes her feel important. Don’t take it personally when she doesn’t reciprocate the amount of love you show her. She’s still learning how to be in a relationship. She loves you just as much as you love her, but she has a hard time expressing it. If anything, because you always initiate the touching and loving on her, she just tries to follow along and learn from you. AH Y’ALL ARE SO CUTE 💕

JINX 🦋

Baby girl thinks you two are soulmates, lovers from a past life, a match made in heaven. She’s so clingy too, you can never get any work done when you two are in the same room.

It gets to the point where Silco has to put his foot down like “(Y/N)! Jinx! We have work to do. Now please separate and finish the task at hand.” “Yes, sir….” You mumble shyly as you two part.

As soon as he’s out of the room, you’re crawling into Jinx’s skin again. And she’s like “oh my god. We were apart for like 30 seconds, I MISSED YOU SO MUCH.” Y’all are inseparable.

Sometimes she wishes she could be the shirt that clings to your body or the pants that hug your hips so tightly and she never wants you to take her off. She wants you to wear her until she can’t be worn anymore, until she’s old and falling apart.

Hugs: Jinx thinks your hugs have some kind of magic healing power behind them. Her sister was never a big hugger and she didn’t really have anyone else to hug her as a child so every time you give her big bear hugs and lift her off her feet and twirl her around, she literally gains like 5 years to her life span I stg. Jinx loses it over the simplest things, she’s a loose canon after all. No matter what mood she’s in, yank her into your arms and squeeze her until all her breath has left her lungs. She loves the feeling of being trapped in your loving arms. If you squeezed her so hard you broke her rib or something, she’d refuse to get medical attention and tell you to never let her go. Pretty much every time you hug her, she buries her face in your neck and whispers “mmm harder.” She wants you to literally CRUSH HER WITH YOUR LOVE.

Cheek kissing: you kiss her cheek at least 157 times a day and she ALWAYS returns the gesture. It even gets competitive sometimes. You’ll kiss her cheek and then quickly turn back to your work and she’s like 😤 “Give me your cutie face right now! I demand to kiss your cheek back!” You’ll go back and forth, kissing each other over and over while your work remains neglected and untouched in front of you. Cheek kisses make her smile and feel all warm and fuzzy inside but she also loves when you kiss her on other parts of her face. When you kiss her forehead, she always feels like she’s gonna cry. When you kiss her nose, she always giggles uncontrollably while her cheeks flush. Kiss her lips and she’s crawling into your lap, purring like a kitten as she kisses you back over and over again. You don’t often kiss each other on the lips but when you do, it’s like nothing else in the entire world matters. You and her are the only people to exist right now 💙

Compliments: she can’t get enough of your sweet praises. She’s always been told she’s bad and in the wrong place at the wrong time and she can never do anything right (I’m looking at you, Sevika). So every time you compliment or praise her, she falls deeper and deeper in love with you. “Jinx, you’re brilliant!” “You’re so pretty.” “Wow, I’m so lucky to have you in my life.” She’s always like 😍 🥰. Cue the mushy, gushy hugging and kissing and giggling and blushing. She’s not great at returning compliments so it usually goes like this: “You’re so beautiful, Jinx.” “No, YOU’RE so beautiful, (Y/N). “Oh my god, you’re a genius, Jinx!” “Pffft nah. You are! You’re like the smartest person I know.” She likes to just throw the same compliment back at you. She’s trying her best, okay?

Cuddling: SHE IS A CUDDLE EXPERT!!! Don’t ask where she learned it from, she’s just a natural born cuddler. Y’all don’t even have to be in bed trying to sleep for you two to start cuddling, you’re constantly bugging each other for physical affection. When you are falling asleep together late at night, she’ll cuddle you in any way she can BUT she loves being your little spoon the best. When you’re pressed up against her back with your arms consuming her thin body, she feels so safe and comfy. When she’s the little spoon, not only does she get the best sleep of her life but she’s also soooo hard to wake up in the morning. It’s a dream of hers for both of you to die in your sleep together while you spoon her from behind, like in the end of the notebook. I know, it sounds morbid but she’s just a really emotionally fucked up hopeless romantic. 🤷🏻

Nose boops: She love love loves nose boops. She’s changed a lot throughout her teenage years and it’s really hardened her but your innocent loving nose boops make her feel like a child again. She doesn’t understand much about romantic gestures so she copies you a lot. You boop her nose, she’ll boop yours right back. Eventually, you go from booping her nose with the tip of your finger to booping your own nose against her. Give her eskimo kisses and she will literally do anything for you. You love to rub your nose against hers gently before you ask for something and she always says yes to you.

You’re her other half, the piece she’s always been missing, you complete her. You’re so much alike, it’s astonishing. With every sweet romantic gesture you offer her, her heart grows a little bit more each time. Ew, y’all are so disgustingly in love. Plz get a room. ❤️‍🔥

[viktorshands]

Arcane Characters x Glasses-Wearing Reader

gn!reader

Characters included: Jinx, Viktor, Jayce, Sky, Caitlyn, Silco. (If there is a character you want added, send me an ask!)

Jinx:

Jinx, curious as a cat, would snatch them off of your face the first chance she got.

“So, you can’t see without these?” She asks, eyes wide with interest.

“No, I can see, just not well.” You reply, your voice laden with sarcasm.

“Oooooh.” Jinx said, placing the frames on her face. 

Funny enough, she looks great with them on, because - of course she does.

“It’s all blurry, I’m going cross-eyed here!” She feigned dizziness, making large movements with her arms and wobbling.

Taking the glasses back from her and setting them properly back on yourself, you reply, “That’s because you have perfect vision, unlike me.” You booped her nose, making her scrunch up her face in cute disgust.

“I have a great idea!” She jumped in place and grabbed your glasses once more. 

You had no chance to react as she swiftly ran away with the glasses in hand, no doubt to give them a Jinx-ified paint job, her azure braids trailing in the wind behind her.

Viktor:

The astute observer would notice immediately.

“I believe I would be correct in saying this is why you always had headaches before, hm? Because you need to wear these.” He added.

“You are, as always.” You smirked at him, feeling the blush on your cheeks mirroring his.

“May I?” He asked, holding one hand out to you.

Silently you took the glasses off and handed them to him.

“I noticed the right side was tilted slightly,” he paused, tilting his head to the side with his eyes narrowed in concentration, “I’m just going to tighten this screw here.”

After he fixed the screw with a little screwdriver, he handed them back to you and you put them back on.

“Better?” He quirked his brow, anticipating your response.

“I guess so.” You grinned, trying not to laugh.

He had a confused look on his face and asked, “What’s so funny?”

“It’s just, I can’t tell the difference, but it was very sweet of you to fix them for me.” You teased lightly.

“Don’t patronize me, Y/N, I was just trying to be helpful.” He said, pretending to be offended.

You couldn’t help but laugh, making Viktor chuckle as well.

Jayce:

Jayce, being the goofball that he is, would beg to try them on as soon as he saw you with your new glasses.

Upon trying them on he said, “How do you even see out of these things?”

All you could do was watch in horror as his thick head bowed out the frames.

He gingerly held them out to you, rubbing his temples as you placed them back on your face - only to have them slide right off. 

“Ugh, JAYCE.” You exaggerated his name and flung your arms out. 

Recognizing your dismay, he sheepishly held his hand out to you, his eyes like a guilty puppy dog. 

He led you to his lab so he could find a teeny screwdriver to tighten the frames back to normal again.

“There,” he says with a wink, placing them as gently as he could back on your face, “just as perfect as ever.”

Sky

Sky would be practically jumping for joy upon seeing your frames resting upon your face.

“Oh, Y/N, your glasses look so nice!” She said fondly.

Her cheeks lit up with a warm, rosey blush as the two of you walked up the steps of the Academy building together.

A clap of thunder jolted the two of you, just as raindrops started to fall from the grey clouds above.

You ran up the steps together and caught your breath in the doorway, both of you giggling.

Sky looked at you with her brows drawn together, “Do you mind?” She pointed at your glasses.

“Oh, um, okay, no I don’t mind.” You took your frames off and handed them to her. 

Sky used the hem of her cotton shirt to clean the raindrops that had fallen on your glasses.

“There we go, good as new.” She beamed.

You smiled back at her, thankful for her sweetness.

Caitlyn

“Come in.” Caitlyn called from behind the closed doors of her bedroom.

You opened the door gently and waltzed in, beaming with delight.

As usual, Caitlyn was sidetracked, head buried in a new case she was working on. But, as soon as she looked over to you she sighed softly.

Standing from her chair she held her hand out to you, taking yours she spun you in a circle, “Look at you, love.”

She cupped your face with her soft hand, her dainty fingertips gently caressing your cheek.

“They truly look wonderful on you. Tell me, what drew you to this color?” She touched the frame carefully, so not as to smudge the glass.

“I wanted something to remind myself of you, that’s why I went with the dark blue, it’s the shade of your hair.” You answered her bashfully, blushing as she kissed your forehead in response.

Silco

“Did you think I wouldn’t notice?” Silco’s velvety voice sent a shiver up your spine.

“What?” You stopped polishing the glass in your hand, a confused look on your face. Just like him to be cryptic in his questioning.

“Your glasses.” He said plainly, leaning slightly over the bar to get a better look. “They look nice on you.”

At this point you weren’t sure if it was a compliment or not, and you shifted uncomfortably from one foot to the other.

He drummed his fingers on the bar top, “But, they make you look too smart.”

“Is that a dig?” Now you were irritated, closing down the bar was no longer your priority as slapping the man in front of you started to look more appealing.

“No, you silly thing. Just an observation.”

His hand reached up, almost hesitant, to graze the side of your cheek below where your glasses sat. He adjusted the frames ever so slightly up the bridge of your nose, as they had slid down a bit while you were hunched over polishing glassware.

He opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. Instead, he drew himself back and turned on his heel, footsteps trailing away as you stood frozen from the intimate contact.

[noforkingclue]

Thomas x reader fic, actor and singer, who are using the house for some kind of filming (something marvel related...) they have a singing part and warm their voice up with 'My Heart Will Go On' from Titanic ❤️

I haven't written anything for Ghosts for a while. I love this show and is definitely one of my feel good shows. I'm already looking forward to series 4!

Title: The Singer and The Poet

BBC Ghosts tag list: @violetlucreziasstuff

Everything tag list: @greenrevolutionary, @imjustassaneasyou, @spngingerbread21, @layazul, @lov3vivian, @simonsbluee

“I really appreciate you doing this Al,” you said, “I owe you one.”

“Don’t mention it,” said Alison, “What are friends for?”

“Although,” Mike stuck his head into the room, “You could mention the house. Y’know, if you get the part.”

“When she gets the part,” said Alison with a glare, “We have every faith in you y/n.”

“Oh yeah,” Mike suddenly look slightly guilty, “When.”

“Thanks guys,” you said, “But I’d rather not jinx it. Keeping my fingers crossed and all.”

Alison patted your shoulder and nodded.

“I understand,” she said, “You have everything you need?”

“Should do.”

“Great! If you need anything just give us a shout!”

You smiled as Alison left the room, dragging Mike out behind her. You looked around the room and couldn’t help but shiver. The house was beautiful, even in its current state, but you couldn’t help but feel slightly unnerved. It was almost as though someone was watching you. You shook those feelings aside as you set up you camera. The historic surrounding might act in your favour with the director.

*

Alison smiled as she heard your voice echo through the house. Even Mike paused, mug of tea halfway to his mouth.

“She’s good.” He said

“Very good.” Alison said

“And if she gets the part it’ll be good for the business.”

Alison glared at him and threw a half-eaten biscuit at him.

“Just saying!” he said

“Alison! Alison what is the awful racket!”

Alison groaned as Fanny marched purposefully through the wall.

“Ghost thing?” asked Mike

“Ghost thing.”

“I was having a nice relaxing morning,” Fanny continued, “Only for it to be interrupted by-“

She was cut off by you singing a high note before hissing,

“This.”

“Oh I think it’s rather nice,” said Pat, “It’s a very pretty song.”

“It’s from Titanic.” Said Alison

“I hardly think that the Titanic would be playing music like this.” Said Fanny sharply

“No, no, it’s a film.”

“Maybe one for film night,” said Pat, “Rather like to see that now.”

Alison groaned and rubbed her temples as Fanny and Pat started arguing. She stood up and marched out of the room, the two ghosts not paying her any attention. As she passed by the living room she saw Julian and Robin standing by the door.

“Ah Alison,” said Julian, “Come here. You might want to see this.”

“Funny.” Said Robin

Alison sighed and reluctantly joined them.

“Fine friend you’ve got here,” said Julian, “She… going to be spending a lot of time here?”

“Now’s not the time.” She muttered

“Well, I’m not the only one who thinks that.”

“What do you mean?” asked Alison

“Look,” Robin pointed at the sofa, “Thomas.”

Thomas was sitting on the sofa, eye firmly locked on you. Even though you couldn’t see him, he was giving you a dreamy look. He rested his arm on the arm of the sofa and put his chin in his hand. You finished the song and noticed Alison staring at you.

“Al,” you said, “How was that?”

“Angelic.” Thomas said, even though you couldn’t hear him

“Beautiful,” said Alison, “You sounded amazing.”

“No need to flatter me.” You said

“I would never lie to you,” said Thomas, “You have the voice of a thousand angels.”

“I’m not.” Said Alison, glancing at Thomas briefly

“It’s ok if I record some more? Want to try and get as many takes as I can.”

“Go for it. We’ll leave you alone.”

Thomas quickly followed Alison out and stepped in front of her. Alison skidded to a halt to avoid walking right through him as Thomas said,

“Who is that?”

“Y/n. She’s a friend.”

“A friend,” Thomas sighed, “Being introduced through the company of friends.”

He closed his eyes with a soft smile as you started singing again.

“Leave her,” Alison said, “She’s in the middle of an audition.”

“I will just watch,” said Thomas, “From the distance. So close and yet so far. Besides,” he glared at Julian and Robin, “I must remain to protect her honour.”

[cherrybomb107]

@letters-to-rosie Listen, I love Vi DOWN, but can we talk about her moral alignment?! Cause…she may be the protagonist, but she’s no hero, yk? And that’s fine! She just wants to save her sister (though what Jinx needs to be saved from and how best to go about doing so aren’t so easily defined) but she’s also kinda selfish. Like, in Act I, you could argue that she was defending Powder from Mylo not just because she believed in her potential, but also because Powder is HERS.

Her baby sister, her problem, her cross to bear. Vi was parentified, I think, so part of her viewed Powder as an extension of herself to an extent. Vi knew she was strong enough to do what she had to do, so Powder HAD to be strong enough as well. Vi knew she was ready to get into trouble and be able to fight back if it came down to it, so Powder HAD to be able to do the same.

I’m sure Vi thought she was helping by pushing Powder to do her best, but at a certain point, pushing someone to do something they’re clearly not ready for becomes an issue. We see Powder as a scrawny little girl from the Lanes who has a brilliant mind, but her inventions don’t work (yet). Both we as the audience and Vi, Powder’s older sister know this, but she still pushes forward with her “encouragement”.

Vi let Powder come on the heist in episode one, despite numerous protests from Mylo. Sure, Mylo could have been kinder in his delivery, but the essence of what he was saying was the truth (Powder wasn’t ready). We see Powder: almost fall off the roof after parkouring onto it, touch and then drop the hex crystals, causing the building to blow up, keep those crystals with her, get cornered by one of Deckard’s goons and toss the bag of loot she got, almost get caught in the Enforcer raid in episode two, and then overcompensate for her earlier short comings by stuffing all the remaining crystals into the monkey bomb after Vi finally, FINALLY tells her she isn’t ready. But by then, of course, it’s too late

Vi in Act I is in an interesting position as a child who was forced into places she had no right being in. Piltover forced her and her people into the back of their minds, and punished them for fighting back, and her parents died as a result of this. But when she grows up a little, Vi also takes part in this act of trying to make sure things go how she wants them to go, with little care or consideration to whether things should be done that way.

Then, after the traumatic events of episode three when Cait breaks Vi out of prison, Vi is laser focused on getting her sister back, by any means necessary. She never once considered the idea that Powder, now Jinx at this point, unbeknownst to Vi ofc, would even WANT to reconcile! Vi wants to make up for the things she said and did, but part of it is because she doesn’t want to feel guilty anymore. She wants to forget about what happened in the past, so she and her sister can move forward as a family. But we know that isn’t how it works.

Vi’s hatred of Silco also has her do things that could be seen as dubious. She attacked Sevika in episode six, while she was minding her business and playing cards. Sure, Sevika did betray Vander for Silco, but still. Sneak attacking your enemy instead of trying to talk to them and get information from them wasn’t exactly the diplomatic thing to do lol.

Then, later on after the disaster that was her attempt at reasoning with the Council, Vi decides to team up with Jayce to hit back against Silco. Now, Silco has done many bad things, and while I’d say Vi is right in wanting to strike back against him, she went about it in the wrong way. Her and Jayce’s attack on the Shimmer factory did result in the destruction of (some) Shimmer. But it also resulted in the death of a child, and the arrest of several other children who were probably forced to work in the factory.

That was quite the rant, wow! Tl:dr I love Vi something fierce, but I think it’s fun to discuss her flaws as an individual, and how discussing morality in a show like Arcane is kind of inherently flawed, seeing as how many of the things people do, whether they’re good or bad, are being done by individuals who certainly want to do their best. But they are ultimately beholden to a crooked system, and sometimes “doing the right thing” morally speaking isn’t necessarily the “right thing to do”.

Alr so before season two comes out, I feel compelled to say: I don’t think anything Jinx did was that bad. Ik ik, the show’s all about a group of people trying to make the best out of bad situations, and the situation is complicated and blah blah blah. But if I’m being honest, the way I see it, Piltover is an oppressor. The people of Zaun are being oppressed. Not only are they justified in fighting back against their oppressors, I’d argue that doing so is morally right.

I’m never going to condemn anyone for not taking that shit lying down. When you’ve exhausted every other option, and your back is against the wall, I’ve got 3 words for you: WHOOP. THAT. TRICK. Whether that be with words, feet, fists, etc. Fight the good fight today so you can live to make a better world tomorrow.

Now do I think Jinx is severely mentally ill, self destructive, insecure, possessive, and willing to do anything to keep her loved ones near? Absolutely. Do I also think that she has every single right to strike back against the powers that be? Hell yeah! I wanna see her burn the so called “City of Progress” to the GROUND

[checkingoutforheroes]

B.A.B.Y PROTOCOL.

Part 2.

Avengers x fem!reader 

Pt.1

Words: 1892

Synopsis: This takes place in Avengers: Age of Ultron. When The Avengers were at the rock bottom, Nick Fury and advised by Maria Hill, to initiate the B.A.B.Y Protocol. Will a young, damaged and broke girl agree to this initiative and help a team to save this planet earth?

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Maria and Fury bring you to The Avengers tower for mission briefing and meet the rest of the team. To be honest, you are beyond excited you see the building. You move from your seat to another, looking out of the window, facing the tower. Maria looks at you at the rear view mirror, seeing your awe face and smile. “If you open that window, I might’ve mistaken you with a dog.” You ignore her comment and ask them “Is this S.H.I.E.L.D? You guys work here? You build this place papa Bear? This is taller than I thought it would be!”

Fury look at you and then Maria “Now she’s excited.” Maria answer your question. “That is Avengers tower. S.H.I.E.L.D no longer exist. Burn to the ground.” You didn’t keep up about them after left the agency so you don’t know what happened. “What happened? Did this moody papa Bear show his emotion through action?” You let out a small laugh until Fury annoyed “Once again you call my name other than Fury, I’ll burn you too.” “Nahh, you’re not going to burn me. You need me. Otherwise, I’m not in this car right now. I said to him and Maria drive through the parking basement. “She got you, boss.”

Fury walk ahead to their meeting room. You stop your track when you see an aquarium placed at the wall. You never see something like that before in your life. When Maria realize that you are not walking behind her, she turns back to get you. “What are you doing?” “Looking at these fish in an aquarium stuck on the wall. How they do that? How they going to feed the fish? Rich people shit, quite awesome.” You said and Maria just shake her head. “We have a world crisis and the first thing you did is watch the fish?! Are you kidding me? Let’s go meat the team.”

 Meanwhile Fury already told the team about a new protocol or whatever. You didn’t hear that clearly until you are inside the room. Fury talk to them. “Since all of you are here, including Maximoff, I have a new protocol that you can use.” Steve looking confusing at Fury. “We already made a plan.” Tony interrupt to teasing Steve “Yeah and a good ted talk by the captain too.” Natasha asking about the protocol. “Do we know about the protocol?” Fury take a seat “No, Romanoff. No one knows about this protocol except Agent Hill. This protocol was created to help the team when in need, and this team clearly need it right now.” Steve ask him. “What protocol is that?” Natasha looking at Clint and he shrug. “B.A.B.Y PROTOCOL.” Tony just laugh while Steve have a serious face looking at him. “I’m sorry. That’s kinda funny name for a protocol.” Maria open the door and you both going in. All eyes on you and you feeling slightly nervous. How can you not, they are The Avengers! You recognize all of their face except one person wearing black dress and red cardigan.  

Fury introduce you to the team. “Right on time. Avengers, I introduce you B.A.B.Y PROTOCOL, as in Best Associate By Yours truly.” Maria added “Also, we call her Baby.” They are quiet and shock appear in their faces except two people. Natasha and Clint. They go greet you. “Baby!” Natasha walks to hug you while Tony look at you two weird. “Nat! Omg, I miss you. Clint! Miss you too!” You hug Clint and he hold your head. “Well, she grows up.” “Yeah, with some food and water, I did. Man, you’re old.” You said to him and Natasha smile “Kids growing, Barton.” “Natasha, beautiful as always. You have to drop your skin care routine, sis.” Tony interrupt the moment “You both knew her? Fury, you said no one know about this protocol.” Fury nods. “I said no one know about this protocol not that Romanoff and Barton didn’t know her.”

Steve starts asking question. “How old are you?” Tony interject again. “Yeah. You don’t look like a baby to me.”

             You looking back at Steve, smirk on your face. “How old are you?” Maria sign you to behave. “Baby.” Tony sit down at one of the chair. “I like this kid already!” He earns a glare from Steve and you apologizing “I’m sorry. That’s not a good first impression. I’m 22.”

“What is your name?” Damn he is a serious one.

             “People call me Baby.”

“What people didn’t call you?”

             “If they didn’t call me? Silence, I guess.” You whisper at Natasha left ear “Can I not tell them my name?” She crooks a little smile. “It’s up to you.” “I prefer being call by that name that Maria & Fury has told you or anything you want except my real name due to personal reason.” You nod and smile at them.

“Why? Dark past? Major criminal? Wanted by CIA? Interpol? MI6? Ugly name? Kicked out of family or something?” Seriously, how can they work as a team with a guy name Tony Stark? Maria, Natasha and Clint have your back.

“She’s here to help us. Nothing else, Stark.” Maria said to him.

Natasha glare at him. “I suggest you stop right there or you’re not going to see any sunlight.”

Clint agree with them. “Leave her alone man.” Tony look guilty. “Everybody in this room has dark past. I’m just curious, not judging. She’s not alone.” Wanda tell them that he told the truth. “He’s not lying.” “Thank you Wendy. Peace?” You walking toward him “No heart feeling.” You guys fist bump each other.

Steve ask again. “How do you know Barton and Romanoff?”

             “While I was in S.H.I.E.L.D Academy, which I thought a Juvenile school at first, they trained me combat espionage. Since that’s the only thing on my expertise. I wish to have Jemma Simmons and Leo Fitz brain though. They’re genius in bio-chem and engerneering.”

“Why you thought it was juvenile at first? You commit crime?”

             “Duh.” Both you and Tony said it at the same time and again “JINX!” Natasha look at Steve. “Relax captain, all of us commit crime back then.” “I didn’t” Tony look at him. “Are you sure about that?” “What do you mean Stark?” Steve ask and he say “You literally cheated your medical checkup to join the army.” “I did it to protect our country.” Steve said and Clint chuckle “Still crime.” Fury tell Maria to handle the briefing and he’s out. You ask where is he going? “Where is he going?” “He have another thing to do Baby.”

             “I know most of you but I don’t think I know or seen you, Mr. ?” You ask and Natasha introduce him. “That is Dr. Bruce Banner.”

             You shake his hand. “Nice to meet you. What did you do?”

Bruce seems like to hesitate to answer that. “You didn’t know? New York?”

             “Alien? Chitauri?” You ask him back innocently.

“Um. I’m, the big green guy.” He anxiously answers that.

             “An ogre! Wow, that is so cool!” Clint hold my shoulder. “The other green, buddy.” “Oh, I know. I’m sorry, I forgot your ogre name is Shrek. Still cool though. I watch all of his movies when I was a kid. Maybe we can watch it again sometimes.”

Bruce look at Natasha and then back at you. “That’s, not me either, but yeah, we can watch that, big green cartoon sometimes.” Tony finally tell you who he is. “You seriously don’t remember who broke New York kid? He’s The Hulk!” Bruce looks down and tilt his head to look at Tony. “Yes. I’m that! Thank you for bringing back memory, Tony!”

             You feel guilty for not remember that. “Gosh, I’m so sorry. But hey, New York already broken before you broke it. Can I have a selfie? You’re incredible.” You snap the picture before he even answers. Tony said something “I’m literally right here. The coolest guy in the group.” You turn your head to the girl in black dress, red cardigan. “And you are?”

She answers with a thick accent “Wanda Maximoff.”

             “You’re not from here? You have an accent just like Nat. Well, once she’s mad at me during training years ago.” You remember the detail and Natasha rolls her eyes at you. “That is one time. I slipped.” “Human make mistakes sis. You aren’t machine.”

“I just got here yesterday. I made a mistake. Wrong judgement, I want to make it right. I join them.” She explains and you currently melting, just to hear he talk. You want her to talk more so you can hear her talk. Thing is, you didn’t know that she can read mind. Where is that accent came from? Russian? You ask those questions in your head. “From Sokovia.”

             “Where are you from? What? I just ask-“

Maria answer my question. “She’s a telekinesis, energy manipulation and some kind of neuroelectric interfacing.” “Huh?” You don’t even know what that is and Maria make it simple for you. “Telepathic.” You turn to look back at her. “That is so awesome!” Tony huff at your statement. “Yeah, until she’s in your head.” She just looking down “I’m sorry.”

 Right after she said that, Thor, God of Thunder walk into the room and tell about the scepter. You are amazed and suddenly you bend the knee. “Oh. My. God. You’re Thor!” He looks back at you. “and you tiny female human.” “You. Are. the God of Lightning! I am a fan! No. I’m an air-conditioner.” He smiling, feeling proud. “Thank you, tiny human lady. It’s God of Thunder, actually. What’s an air-conditioner?”

Maria gives us final brief. “You guys might want to prepare something for tomorrow. We’re flying to Korea and find Dr. Chow tomorrow morning. Get some rest, sleep early, you guys need it.”

             You ask them a question. “Can I go back to my place, then come back? Clint can you take me?” “Yeah, I can.” Steve kind of not agree with you. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.” “Why? I need to take my stuff.” “I can pick her up tomorrow.” You and Clint said and Steve ask you again. “Do you have a suit? or uniform?” You unzip your sweater and show your Donut Do It uniform. “Will, this do? Because someone decided that it was okay to give a surprise visit when I’m on my way to work.” Maria just smirking at you and Natasha smile “I don’t think that appropriate gear for the field.”

Tony offers you to stay with them at the tower. “Captain’s right. Don’t want to risk anything on the team member night before fight. Stay here, I’ve got plenty of room. Natasha can show you. They basically live here. We have spare shirts too.” You look at Wanda “You live here too?” She’s thinking about the answer. “I spend the night here.” Natasha turn you to look at her. “That’s a good idea. Just stay here tonight. Wanda’s here too.” “Natasha can show you your room, take a shower and dinner later.” Tony said. You look at Maria by the mention of dinner. She sighs “Okay, spaghetti and chicken wings.” Natasha add “And caramel pudding?” You smile at her “You remember?!” “Of course I do.” Clint jokingly say “How can she not, you guys practically sisters.”

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