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well...
...the people who elected him, 100% deserve what they're gonna get.
That includes anyone who stayed home as a protest vote.
The rest of us don't deserve to be dragged into hell with them.
Maybe we can hope the House goes blue, but at this point, like...
...what even is this.
#tirsdenoriginals#politics#us election#election 2024#just sitting here wondering how long I'll have a roof over my head#and food to eat#and medical insurance#RIP this country
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First of all, I REALLY LOVE YOUR YANDERE WRITING (especially Yandere gravity falls),I would like to make a request (if I don't order from you), could you make a Stanley Yandere headcanon with more details? 🥹, I really love this old scammer
Stanley Pines x Wealthy!Reader
warnings: bizzare body thoughts at the end!!
a/n: I finally wrote a short story for Stan... Here's a quick one before I get ready for college (I'm already late) Enjoy!! supposed to be Mullet Stan, or js younger [Words: 1201]
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Somehow, Stanley Pines managed to get an extremely rich partner. The highest class of the higher class in the social system.
It only took him two dates. The fact that you agreed to a second date was disturbing, especially considering how disastrous the first one had been. He fully expected you to ditch him just for laughs. You didn't, and actually showed up.
Stan seriously wondered if there was something wrong with you. Were you that desperately lonely? Willing to date a broke, unemployed man? Pick up the first person you find?
Yet you showered him with gifts he has never had before in his entire life. You gave him unlimited food. You gave him money and a house.
Guess his flirting skills were just that good. He liked you too, to some extent, but he suspected it's mostly because you're rich.
But, strangely enough, after your two dates, you never really gave him attention again. You were almost never home.
Very rarely you gave him affection like a significant other is supposed to do.
That was fine with him; he didn’t really expect the relationship to last like any of his others. The whole situation was weird enough as it is. As long as he got a roof over his head, he really shouldn't be one to complain... Just make sure it's not a car roof.
It's honestly all just confusing, at most.
And so, he wholeheartedly enjoyed your money, trying to double it and invest as much as he could. Hey, it's free stuff! Not like it'd backfire or anything! If you ignore fumbling that one lottery win because he got disqualified...
Then, one day, Stanley got sick.
You stayed home that same day.
He felt his body shivering, wrapping himself around his blanket like his life depended on it. Head pounding, body shaking, skin sweating. Everything was so uncomfortable.
"You're really burning up, Stan," you murmured, clicking your tongue as you read his temperature. Higher than the usual fever.
Grabbing a cup of water, you tapped him over his layer of blanket. "Please sit up and drink this. I'll give you medicine."
It was too hard for him to move. You gently pulled the blanket from him. When it reached his nose, he made eye contact with you. His eyes were glazed and half-lidded from exhaustion.
"Why are you here?" he grunted, sitting up eventually. "Thought ya forgot about me."
You stared as he drank his water. "What?"
He wiped his mouth. "Eh, nothin'. Must be busy being rich."
"..." You quietly passed him his medicine.
After he took it, Stan ignored your silence and laid back on the bed. Once again, he buried himself under his comforter.
You frowned. "After our second date, I didn't expect my schedule to be so filled. I thought I'd make it up to you by giving you gifts."
A deep chuckle rumbled from the blanket. "It's alright, toots, I'm more curious on why you bothered anyway."
"Why?" you parroted, blinking. "...Oh, Stan."
Stan felt his comforter get pulled again, turning to see your expression. It was quite unreadable, to his dismay.
He almost stopped breathing when you put a gentle hand on his cheek.
"Believe it or not, I do like you," you rubbed a thumb across his hot skin, "I'm so sorry. We'll have more bonding time when you get better, okay? I dropped everything today to take care of you, and I promise I'll do it again."
Stan's vision blurred. He quickly blinked away the tears, trying to turn away from you.
"I don't deserve that. You do know I was after your money, right?"
You chuckled. "I knew that. Don't we all?"
He pursed his lips. "Wait, seriously? Then why'd you date me?"
"I don't know," you shrugged, pulling your hand away from him. He missed your touch already. "But I don't regret it."
"What do you even see in me? I sure as hell don't know. Unless..." his eyes widened, "You're trying to—"
Your face heated up immensely with furrowed eyebrows, shaking your head. "Of course not! I would never! Please don't ever mention that again??"
He laughed, yet it sounded throaty and scratchy. You smiled anyway at the fact he got to smile.
...
"...Permission to kiss you?" you asked.
...
You cringed internally. Terrible timing to ask that question.
But Stan had different thoughts... He didn't even know if he loved you like that. Your relationship moved too fast, and now you're here, taking care of him while he's sick. Sure, you're both in a relationship, but he knew this was wrong, because it felt wrong.
But... ah, he can't think straight.
"Yes," he breathed, desperately. Almost starved. Needy.
He reveled in the feeling of both your hands resting on his cheeks, only to feel slightly dejected when you kissed his forehead.
Guess even you're aware of your relationship right now. That's nice to know. Still, he liked the sentiment to the point that a smile is threatening to go out. "You're gonna, uh... steal my fever because of this."
A chuckle left your lips. "Then I'll trust you to take care of me next."
Trust.
Stan had never trusted anyone again after the incident, and no one else had any reason to trust him either.
He raised his hands and placed them over yours, which were still on his cheeks. You watched as he brushed his nose against your hand, giving you soft, ghostly kisses with his lips.
You smiled. "During our first date, I knew you were more than what you let on. Sure, you're charming and funny, but then I saw you staring at that family with kids, and I definitely noticed when you helped that old lady with the door."
Stan stared at you.
"And I really appreciated how hard you tried to make me comfortable," your smile widened. "I think that's the main reason that made me go on a second date with you."
He coughed, looking away. "Hey. I seem to be... in need of a warm body beside me. On the bed. Because I'm sick. And in need of emotional support."
"Sure," you chuckled. "Worth the risk."
He snuggled up to you as soon as you laid beside him, wrapping his arms around your waist. It was cold, yet so warm.
You played with his hair, combing your fingers through it.
The longer you stayed with him, his warm body pressed against yours, the more he became addicted to the feeling.
The feeling of having someone by his side. Someone who actually understands him.
His eyes closed, indulging himself with your presence and warmth, trying to press himself further into you.
The fever made him feel as if he would melt into you, his flesh becoming one with yours, and everything in his body merging beneath your skin.
If he didn't love you just a few minutes ago, then he certainly does now.
And he's never letting you go.
BONUS:
"Noooooo. Please come back. I need you," he sobbed, actual tears leaking from his eyes. Your lips twitched; at least now you knew he has intense mood swings when he's sick.
You twisted the towel you had just soaked in water. "This will be quick. It'll seep the fever out of you."
"Nooo."
#yanyan drabble#stanley pines x reader#stan pines x reader#gravity falls x reader#stanley pines#stan pines
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Media - House Of The Dragon AU Character - Gwayne Hightower Couple - Gwayne X Reader Reader - Y/n (GF) Rating - 18+ Masturbating/ Sexting/ nudity Word Count - 2364
Gwayne lay down on the bed inside the guest room, letting out a sigh after a long day of dealing with his sister and the general chaos of the family having gathered under one roof. He didn’t really want to be involved in it all even just after two days of it he was already ready to pack his things into his car and scamper under the cover of night. But he knew he had to stay, he’d never near the end of it if he didn’t.
He pulled out his phone, the first time since arriving he’d even had the chance to look at it. And he saw one new message -
Y/n (Darling 💜) -
“Hey, how's Kings Landing?”
Gwayne (Hubby 💚) -
“It’s wonderful. So happy to be home 🫠 I swear to god it gets worse every time I visit, I’m surprised no one killed each other over dinner.”
“Aww yeah that does sound awful, are you okay though Gwayne? No trouble?”
“No trouble. Nothing to worry your pretty little head over, 😘”
“But I can't even give you a cuddle and a kiss to make you feel better 😥”
“I miss cuddling with you and receiving your kisses. Your embrace always makes my worries and concerns melt away and I feel safe in your arms.”
“Awww 😘😘”
“Your kisses are my favourite things in the world. They always make my heart flutter. I love you. 💋💖💞❤️🔥”
“Aww love you too Gwayne, 🥰💕 I'm sure it won't be too long till you can come home to Oldtown”
“Yes, although it's only been two days since I left Oldtown, it feels like a very long time. I miss you, my love. I can't wait to come back to Oldtown and see you again. When I return, I'll give you the tightest hug I can give, and then cover your face and neck with countless kisses.”
“I'll hold you to that 😘, it is very lonely here all by myself, I miss you 😥 the bed is far too big without you”
“When I come back to Oldtown, the first thing I'll do is give you the biggest, tightest hug I can give, then I'll cover your face and neck in countless kisses, and then, I'll pull you onto our bed and hold you in my arms all night. I miss you too. My days are far too long without you. All I can look forward to is hugging you tightly and giving you many kisses. 😘💖💞❤️🔥”
“Just hold me? Or will you do other things in our bed to show me how much you missed me Gwayne? 😈”
“Oh, I'll definitely do other things, my love. I'll show you how much I missed you with more than just hugs in bed. 😈”
“Ooooh ☺️”
“Indeed. My lips, my hands and my tongue will show you just how much I missed you while I was at Kings Landing. 💋👅😋”
“I'm sure you will, you do have such skills in that area 😝😈😘”
“My skills in that area are even better when I miss you. And I've missed you an awful lot lately. 😈😘🥰❤️🔥💋”
“Perhaps I should be a little mean 😉☺️😈💕”
Y/n then sent a photo of her in their bedroom in her green silk nightie
“Perhaps you should. 😈😘”
Gwayne replies with a photo, showing him sitting on the bed, dressed only in his jeans, leaning back, with his hands holding his hair and biting his lip 😋
“Awww now your being mean 😭 how can you show me that and not let me cuddle up and lay in my favourite spot 😭”
“Oh, we'll definitely cuddle up and lay in your favourite spot when I get back to Oldtown, my love. 😋🥰😘❤️🔥 And I'll kiss your hair and neck and face and give you many hugs and kisses, I promise. I'll love you all night. But, I will admit that being this far away from you is making me quite playful and naughty in our texts. 😈😘”
“I can tell 💜 naughty boy 😈”
“Oh, it's not my fault. You bring out the naughty in me, my love. 🥰😈😘 You make me want to be playful and frisky with you. 😈😋❤️🔥 And it's not my fault that I know you love it when I act naughty. 😏😘”
“Did you want me to stop? 😝”
Y/n sends another photo this one her nightie is tight against her body revealing her every curve and lack of bra, biting her lips as she wears his favourite purple lipstick
“Oh, please don't stop, my love. 😈😘”
Gwayne can't help but let out a little moan when he sees the new photo. He leans back and lets out a loud sigh, before replying with a photo this one showing Gwayne's lower body as he lies on his back, his jeans now pulled down a little, revealing his V and stomach,
“Oohh Gwayne 😘😘 didn't realise you missed me that badly 😉 what's going on in that lovely picture then? 💜”
“Oh, I can't help it. Seeing you in your lovely photos is making me miss you awfully. 😍😘😏”
“Awww you poor thing 😘😘😘”
“Yes. Without you, I'm in quite a desperate state, my love. 🥺😘💜”
The response is a photo of Gwayne's face with an exaggerated pout. A small drop of drool at the corner of his mouth
“Awww your drooling over me darling 💜 my poor desperate Gwayne all lovely and hard without his lady 😘😘 This you - 🤤😍”
Y/n then sent a picture of her blowing him a kiss with only he hands concealing her from the waist up,
Gwayne has to take several deep breaths before he replies to her latest photo. He bites his lower lip hard
“Oh, my love. Your photos are going to be the end of me. 💜💜😘”
Another photo follows, this one showing his lower body again, his jeans pulled down a little more, with one hand clearly inside them
“Oooh busy boy I see 😘👋”
“Well, I'm quite helpless to not be a naughty boy when I see your lovely photos. I can't exactly keep my hands to myself, now can I? 😈😘💜”
The photo he replies with shows his torso and head. His lower lip is very red from how hard he is biting it, there's a soft flush to his face, and his hair is now messy and dishevelled
“Can I see? 🥺 You know how much I love watching you play with it 😍😘”
“Of course you can, my love. How can I say no to you? ☺️💜😘”
A video follows, starting with Gwayne's face, looking at her while biting his lip, with a clear look of intense, barely contained need on his face. Slowly, the camera pans out and down his body, until it reached his lower body, and shows his hand in his jeans The camera then moves again, this time showing his hand moving and his lower body arching up from the bed, until he lets out an intense little gasp and his muscles contract, followed by him letting out a long, low moan
“Ooohh Gwayne darling 😘😘😘💕 i should have known you missed be that badly my poor poor darling so desperate without me 💜🍆”
“Ohhh, yes. I'm very desperate without you, my love. 😣💜😘 Gods, I need you right now. 💜💜💜”
Y/n sends a video of her own she blows him a kiss and then pulls back her hands letting him see her bare breasts
“This what you miss so much darling 😘😘🍼”
“Oh oh oh 🤤😍💜💜💜”
After watching it, Gwayne is completely lost for a moment, his mind clouded. It takes a while before he responds, and all he can write, is an incoherent jumble of letters, clearly typed one-handed
“My love. I'm so sorry for my incoherent message just now. I just couldn't type anything after seeing you in that video. You're too damned gorgeous. 💜💜🔥🔥🔥”
“Awww 😘😘😘 my poor Gwayne all lonely and desperate 😭 but we both know why you were only typing one-handed 👋 the other ones busy isn't it? 🍆”
“Oh gods. Yes. Yes it is. 😘😘😈💜🍆 I miss you so much, my love. I need you so badly.”
“My poor darling 😘 how about a little something to help you? 🍾”
Y/n then sends a little video as she pushes the nightie away completely and lets the camera see everything, she moves to start slowly rubbing on her slit and the video ends just as she softly moans his name
“Ohohohhoh. Ohhh gods. Yes. Please 😍💜🥰😘”
Gwayne is almost completely lost when he watches the video, and has to take a little time to recover, before he responds
“My love. That was absolutely wonderful, but it's made me need you even more now. You're amazing, my goddess 😍💜💜”
“If you send me a video I'll send you one too, if you hurry I'll let you watch me ⛲”
“Ohhh yes. I'll send it. I can't wait to see more of you 💜”
The video Gwayne sends starts with his face. He's flushed, his hair is a mess and there's a clear look of desperate need in his eyes. After letting her see his face, the camera then slowly travels down his body, until it reaches his lower body, and shows his hand busy with his hard cock,
“Awww my poor darling 😘😘”
She replies with her own video showing her thrusting her fingers inside herself,
“Ohh, my love. You're so good to me. 💜💜💜”
His own breathing is becoming erratic, and his hand picking up speed as he watch her video again, and again
she then sent a cute little picture of a small silicone toy on their bedsheets
“Can I? As your not here... Pretty please 🥺🥺😘”
“Oh, my love. You can do whatever you want. I don't mind one bit. As long as I can watch you do it, I'd be happy. 💜😘”
“😘💜”
Y/n sends the video, showing off everything, she first gives the toy a kiss and then moves it down her body and begins to work showing him everything form the perfect angle as she loudly moans his name
“Mmmmm ohhhhhh. You're so good to me, my love. 💜💜💜💜”
He can't take his eyes off the video, he's clearly completely lost as he watches her, and his hand is beginning to move faster, while he lets out some soft moans of his own, He watches the video a few times, his breathing becoming more deep and erratic while he does. After a few repeats of it, his free hand moves up to gently and desperately grip his hair, while his imagination is no doubt full of her, and his intense need and desire to be with her. Soon, he can't keep just watching the video on his phone anymore, he has to set it down, so he can use both hands while he still watches the screen. His body is visibly shaking with need, and his head thrown back a little bit
“Ohhhh my love. I need you so badly, my darling. My sweet, beautiful, perfect, incredible, gorgeous love. 💜💜💜💜😘”
He's so lost in this moment, his breathing is getting faster by the second, and he's biting his lower lip again, staring at her video on his screen, with intense, needy desire
“Aww my desperate darling, 😘 I need you too. Please let me watch you when you do it you know how I love seeing it 🍾”
“Oh yes, my love. You can watch me. I'd love nothing more than for you to see me like that. 💜😘❤️🔥😈”
He's completely lost, his eyes fixed on the little video she sent, as he moves a bit faster, watching himself on his phone while he looks at her video, thinking intently of her, and missing her so badly in this moment
Y/n sends another video much more fast and intense letting him see everything as she squeals and whines getting closer
“Ohohohh ohhhhhh. You're so good to me my love. You're so perfect. I need you so bad. 💜💜💜💜😘😘😘”
He's completely lost in the moment, his body trembling and quivering as he moves a bit faster, watching himself on his phone, while he looks at her video, his eyes fixed intently on it while his breath comes out in gasps, moans, and desperate sighs
she sent the next video and this on tipped him over, as she touched and used the toy which sent her screaming his name as she orgasmed,
“Ohohohhhhh mmmm ohhh gods. Oh, my love. 💜💜💜💜”
He lets out a string of words which are mostly her name, or things like "I love you", or "I need you" and "you're perfect". As he made sure to send over the video as he came across his stomach, His body is still shaking, and the sounds he's making would give the game away if anyone heard him, He takes a few moments to recover after the video, letting out a few soft gasps for air, and breathing heavily. He looks completely wrecked, utterly spent, but at the same time, still filled with need with want for her
Y/n sent him a picture of her utterly spent her toy beside her, a wet patch on their bed, and blowing him a kiss
He's completely stunned by the look on the picture, and he can't stop himself from moaning out loudly when he looks at it. He just stares at it for a while, before replying with a photo of his bare chest and stomach, as he lies on his bed. He's breathing heavy, and clearly still recovering from the moment, but she can tell he absolutely loves everything he sees
“Awww all messy 🍾🍾 and I'm not there to clean you up 🥺 however will my darling clean up without me 👅🫦”
“Oh my love, you have no idea how I want you here to clean me up. I can barely get off this bed to clean myself up without you. You're too good to me. 💜💜💜🔥😘😋”
“Ohh my love. You're too good to me. I need to find some way to reward you the moment I'm back home. 💜💜💜💜”
“And I don't have you to clean me up either 🥺 and my little toy is nothing compared to my sweet Gwayne 😘😘”
“You’re Sweet 😘 You really tried me out darling ❤️, I’m gonna get some sleep I’ll text you in the morning Okay?”
Y/n (Darling 💜) -
“Aww Okay, Goodnight Gwayne, love you 😘😘😘”
She sends over a cute photo of her cuddled in bed blowing him a kiss,
So he quickly sends one back to her,
Gwayne (Hubby 💚) -
“Goodnight Darling, Love you more 😘😘😘”
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oh i didn’t know you hadn’t seen the venom movies! so sorry to put that on you! could you do a gwen stacy x fem!reader where r is bi but closeted and gwen helps her come out to her parents
I'll Wait For You
Pairing: Spider-Gwen x Fem!Reader
Summary: The request!
Word Count: 2.2k
Authors Note: No need to apologize, anon, don’t worry about it! I hope I did Gwen some justice with this fic! 😊
You were startled awake by three knocks on your bedroom window. With squinted eyes, you sat up slightly and tapped your phone screen to see that it was only a little past five in the morning. Who on earth would even be at your house this early?
Three more knocks sounded on your window, this time louder and seemingly more impatient which prompted you to sit all the way up. You swung your legs over the edge of your bed and made your way over to the window.
When you pulled back the curtains you were surprised to see Gwen crouched down on the roof as she normally didn’t return to you until later in the evening.
Recently, your time together has been limited because Gwen had been so busy with her spider duties, but she somehow always made time to see you everyday even if it wasn’t for that long.
Her eyes lit up at the sight of you as you unlocked your window and opened it, “Hey, baby,” she said with a bright smile.
“Gwen? What’re you doing here? Last night you said you had another mission today.” you asked as she climbed into your room.
“Well, I convinced Miguel to pass the rest of my assignments off to someone else because I wanted to see you. I’ve missed you.”
Gwen stepped closer to wrap her arms around you while your heart fluttered at her words. You relaxed into her embrace and let your head fall to her shoulder while your arms went around her neck, inhaling her familiar scent.
"I've missed you too." you said.
As you stood there in a comfortable silence, her words sank in. It was starting make you feel guilty that Gwen set aside her hero work to be with you while your parent's don't even know about your relationship.
You're not even out to them yet. Of course your parents know Gwen as you had been friends for a while before you began dating, but that's all your parents think it is.
A friendship.
You couldn't help but wonder if she was getting tired of all the secrecy, but you were too worried about your parent's reaction to the confession to do anything about it.
Gwen must've noticed the change in your demeanor because she broke the silence, "What's going on in the pretty head of yours, hm?" she wondered as she pressed a kiss to your hairline.
It took you a moment to gather your thoughts before responding, "Are you not tired of waiting for me?" you asked.
She furrowed her eyebrows at the question, "What do you mean?"
You buried your face in the crook of her neck to avoid her gaze before adding on, “Does it not bother you that my parents don’t know about us? About me?”
She shook her head, “I don’t mind, Y/N. I mean of course I would love for your parents to know about us, but not until you’re ready for them to know. What brought this on?”
You just shrugged your shoulders, “You were ready to take a break from being spider-woman to be able to spend more time with me while I’m too scared to even tell my parents that I also like girls. I’m just worried that you’ll get sick of hiding.”
Gwen rubbed her hand along your back to reassure you. She hated seeing you so worked up. “You don’t have to worry about that, baby. As long as I get to be with you I’m okay with it, and when and only when you’re ready to tell them, I’ll be there with you. I don’t care how long it takes. I’ll wait for you.” she spoke to you ever so softly.
You lifted your head from her neck to look at her.
“There are those beautiful eyes.” she grinned and you giggle.
“Are you sure?” you asked, referring to her assuring statement from just a moment ago.
Gwen gazed at you as she tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear, “Without a doubt in my mind."
You stared into her eyes before leaning in to press your lips against hers. You don't know what you had done to deserve Gwen and her patience, but you were grateful for it nonetheless.
As you pulled away from the kiss, her comforting voice replayed in your mind.
When you're ready to tell them, I'll be there with you.
“I think I’m ready. I want to tell them.” you practically whispered.
Gwen slightly frowned in confusion at your words. She thought the whole reason for this conversation was because you were scared she’d get bored of having to sneak around since you weren’t out to your parents yet.
“Y/N, I don’t want you to feel pressured into saying something if—”
You quickly interrupted her, “No, no. I am ready. I want to tell them about us because I know that no matter their reaction I’ll have you, right?”
A small smile graced her lips, “You’ll always have me, but I want you to be one-hundred percent certain. Are you?”
“Without a doubt in my mind.” you said and she chuckled when she realized you repeated her words from earlier.
You pecked her lips again before bringing her into another hug. Your fingers lovingly grazed the baby hairs growing on the nape of her neck as you yawned, the sleep you were missing out on from being woken up so early now catching up to you.
Gwen laughed and slightly pulled back to look at your tired eyes, “Sleepy?”
You playfully rolled your eyes, “Yeah, because somebody decided to show up at my window at five in the morning like a creep and wake me up.”
You peeled yourself off her and ran a hand through your hair as you moved to close your curtains, effectively blocking out the sunlight from the rising sun.
“Well you do look very cute when you just wake up.”
“I look a mess.” you disagreed.
Gwen watched as you climbed back into your bed and pulled the covers over you, making yourself comfortable.
When you looked back her you raised your eyebrow, 'Well are you just gonna stand there or are you gonna come cuddle me. You owe it to me anyway for waking me up this early."
She jokingly scoffed and kicked her shoes off before sliding under the covers next to you, "You're not worried about your parents walking in?" she asked as you situated yourself to curl up to her.
You shook your head, "No, they won't wake up for a few hours. If we decide to fall asleep I'll just set an alarm."
She agreed and wrapped her arms around you, securing you against her, "I love you, Y/N." she whispered, but it was loud enough for you to hear her.
"I love you too, Gwen.
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This time you woke up to the repetitive chime of your alarm. You groaned and blindly reached over to tap your phone screen, eventually shutting off the alarm.
You rolled back over to look at your girlfriend who was somehow still asleep despite the sudden sound. "Gwen," you whispered.
She hummed, letting you know that she heard you but her eyes remained closed, "Baby," you spoke softly, "We've got to wake up now before my parents do."
Gwen just tightened her arm around you to bring you closer, "We can spare a few more minutes." she mumbled. You were about insist once more until you were interrupted by a loud grumbling of her stomach.
You giggled as she let her eyes flutter open, "Sounds to me like your stomach thinks otherwise." you joked.
Gwen just playfully glared at you. Reaching for your phone you checked the time, "Come on, we still have about an hour before they normally wake up. We can get something to eat real quick."
She groaned as you rolled out of bed and took her hand to pull her up with you before making your way out of your room and down the stairs. When you walked into the kitchen your heart had nearly jumped out of your chest at the sight of your parents sitting at the dining table.
They were sipping on cups of coffee with plates of breakfast sitting in front of them.
"Good morning, dear—” your mom greeted, but her train of thought was quickly lost when she saw the girl next to you, "Gwen? When did you get here? We didn't see you come in."
It wasn't an unusual thing to you parents for Gwen to be at your house often as she was your best friend, but they were confused as to why she was here this early in the morning.
"Oh, not long ago. I woke up and couldn't go back to sleep so I decided to come over. I came in through the window instead of the front door so I didn't wake anyone else up because it was so early." Gwen quickly came up with some justification for her being here.
Your parents seemed to have bought it because they just nodded their heads and returned to what they were doing before, "There's some extra food on the stove for you girls if you're hungry." your father spoke.
You thanked him and made your way further into the kitchen to get a plate of food with Gwen following behind. You looked at Gwen and flicked your eyes towards the dining table. She nodded, making a silent agreement to join your parents at the table.
They didn't seem to notice when you sat situated yourself in the seats across from them as they appeared to be in their own little worlds. You looked to Gwen once again and she gave you another little nod, placing a comforting hand on your thigh.
You cleared your throat, "Um. Mom, dad," you said and they looked up at you, the sudden attention slightly startling you, "I have something that I want to tell you."
Your parents shared a look before turning back to you, "Are you okay? What is it, honey?" your mother asked.
"I'm fine, it's just— I need to tell you something and I want you to promise me that nothing is gonna change. That you'll still see me the same way you do now and you'll still love me."
The way you were talking was worrying your parents and they looked at each other with concern in their eyes.
"Of course we'll still love you, sweetheart, but was is it? You're starting to scare us."
You glanced at Gwen and she squeezed your thigh. You didn't want to beat around the bush but you also didn't know how you were supposed to say it, so you just blurted it out.
"I like girls." you said.
Silence rang through the room so you continued, "I—I like girls, and guys. I like both, but-- but I wanted to tell you that I like girls too." you were stuttering a ton and your voice was shaking, but you couldn't help it. "And— and Gwen isn't just my friend. We're dating."
You couldn't quite read the expression on your parents face which made you even more anxious. You felt like you could almost cry. Gwen rubbed her hand up and down your thigh, letting you know that she was still here.
"Is that all?" your mom asked.
You gulped and nodded your head, becoming confused when your parents glanced at each other with amusement on their faces.
"Oh, honey, we've been known that." your mom chuckled.
Your eyes widened at her words, "You-- what?"
"Y/N, we're not clueless. We see the way you two look at each other, it's almost obvious, but we were waiting for you to come to us." you father jumped in.
You opened your mouth to speak, but you didn't exactly know what to say, "So, you're not mad?" you eventually wondered.
A smiled spread across your mothers face, "Of course not, Y/N. You're our daughter and we'll always love you. We've known Gwen for a while too and we adore her, so we're relieved you picked someone like her."
It felt as though a huge weight had been lifted off of your shoulders listening to your mom. You were surprised to say the least that they already knew, but you weren't complaining.
"Thank you." was all you managed to get out.
"You don't have to thank us, sweetie. We're your parents, it's what we're supposed to do. Now come here." You let your parents envelope you in a warm hug that made you feel so safe.
Their voices were slightly muffled from the embrace, but you could make out a few "we love you's", and "we'll always be here for you's". When they pulled back your father looked towards Gwen who sat with a big smile on her face.
"Now just because I've known you prior to you dating my daughter, Gwen, doesn't mean you get to escape 'the talk'" he joked and Gwen laughed along with him, "Just take care of my daughter, okay?"
Gwen smiled at you, "I promise I always will."
#spider gwen#spider gwen x fem reader#spider gwen x reader#spider man: across the spider verse#into the spider verse#spidergwen x reader#across the spiderverse#gwen stacy#gwen stacy x reader
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High.
Mysterion x F!reader
𓂃𖤐 .* ����៹ ࣪。✧˚₊ ⊹
➟ warnings: NSFW, aged up characters, mysterion as a villain!
➟ synopsis: "i need a partner, well, are you out tonight?"
➟ pairings: Mysterion x F!reader
ASF ━┅ ✦ "𝐰𝐡𝐲’𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡?“ ⬥݄ᨗ≻ "i'll have you to myself" ˚��· ͟͟͞͞➳❥
𓂃𖤐 .* 𖥔៹ ࣪。✧˚₊ ⊹
I was on a mission with Stan and Kyle.
I yawned, since I hadn't slept well yesterday and even less this morning, due to the mission.
"Y/N, is everything alright?" Asked the red haired man, approaching me.
"Yes, I just haven't been sleeping very well lately." I replied giving him a weak smile, which he welcomed as he smiled back.
"We're just going to take those little guys to the meeting point we've scheduled and everything will be fine so we can go home" said the hero, pointing to the two men being held by Stan.
Both of them had tried to rob the town's bank, but had been unsuccessful, since the three of us were on patrol in that area.
"Yes, my back is killing me" I said and looked up, feeling my sensitive side pick up on something.
I looked up at one of the mid-towers they had nearby, seeing Cartman sitting up there, sucking on a popsicle.
Loose.
"Look who's up there!" I pointed to the individual who noticed the attention on him and waved.
Kyle laughed and sent him the middle finger, making fun of the other hero. Cartman did the same, presumably cursing the man.
I rolled my eyes laughing at the two, soon having my attention drawn by the ringing of my cell phone.
"What the fuck..." I said sullenly, I didn't like answering the phone in the middle of a mission, even if it was all over.
Already imagining who it could be, I just answered the call.
"Hey baby" Kenny's voice caused a short circuit inside me, and without realizing it I had looked around to see if anyone had heard his voice besides me.
Which was impossible.
Stan led the way with Kyle after I waved my hands and pointed at my cell phone, demonstrating that I was busy.
"Kenny! Why are you calling me?" I asked, leaning against a store window, speaking as low as possible.
"Where are you? I came here to see you but I've been alone for almost 10 minutes" said the man, with a hoarse voice than usual, letting out a little laugh out of nowhere.
"Kenny, are you okay?" he looked confused, looking around once more.
"I'm waiting for you here, don't take long" he said, without even answering my question
"Okay, I'm already going home anyways" i said, pulling away from the wall and hanging up the call before he said anything else.
Serious? this time of morning?
I rolled my eyes, followed quickly to my two mission companions, who were much further ahead, almost turning a corner.
As soon as we handed over the bandits to the police, everyone went their separate ways.
Kyle scheduled us to go out this week, which I agreed, I loved hanging out with him, we always went to nice places and he was extremely pleasant company.
I entered my building and saw that the reception was empty due to the time.
I entered the elevator and was soon on the roof of the large venue. I took my key out of my pocket and I wondered how Kenny came in, if not through the front door.
I unlocked the door and pushed it open, walking into the house and feeling my shoulders relax.
It was so good to come home and hear that silence.
As soon as I turned and looked into the room I saw Kenny standing in the center of it, the man walked towards me, and I instinctively took a step back.
"What are you doing here?" I got straight to the point, I was too tired to talk.
"Arrested many villains today, H/N?" he asked with one of his hands in his pocket, while the other went to my face.
"No side conversation Kenny, what do you want?" I asked tipping my head on my side.
But i returned to the previous position, after the man's hand went down to the back of my neck and brought me close to her.
"Isn't it obvious?" Asked rubbing our lips, making me gasp.
The clear smell of drink and marijuana was remarkable, they were not so strong but they existed.
"Perhaps" I replied, glazed on the man's lips.
Kenny laughed and his hands moved for the second time, going directly to my neck. He squeezed the place, making me raise my head even more, and a weak sigh escaped from my mouth.
"I want to fuck you so much" said the blond-haired one kissing my shoulder gently, running his tongue through my jaw, stimulating a side of me that pulled out a moan from the bottom of my throat.
Our eyes met in a fraction of a second and in the other Kenny had already pulled me into his lap, attacking my neck without hesitation.
Moans and gasps escaped me without me even thinking, while his mouth did damage to my collarbone and neck.
The overcoat I wore due to the cold at dawn had already been thrown on the floor for a long time, so my heroin outfit was sampled.
"You look very hot in this uniform" he said between his kisses and hickeys, sitting on the couch with me on his lap, and I only realized that at that moment, since I was totally absorbed in his stimuli.
"Do you like it?" I asked laughing weakly, moving my hip over his apparent erection.
"Yes... a lot" he said and held me in his arms, leaving my body more glued to yours.
My hands went to the back of his neck and I repeated his act of touching our lips to each other, but this time Kenny took them for himself.
His kiss became more and more contagious and full of lust. My waist made front and back movements on top of him, and because of that brief and almost inaudible moans came out of his lips.
I pulled his lower lip, biting it between my teeth, then loosening it and licking my own, lubricating them.
Kenny smiled sideways throwing me on the couch and getting up, standing in front of me. One of his hands called me up, which I did without blinking.
In quick movements and without any fail, the man turned my back on me and made me kneel on the couch we were sitting on before. I opened my mouth in shock, feeling one of his hands beat against my ass, while the other held my hip.
I squeezed my eyes repressing a moan.
A sound similar to a laugh came out of Kenny's mouth, who had his hands on the zipper of my costume. The blonde pulled him to the end of my back and lifted my torso with one of his hands.
I laid my head on his shoulder, seeing his face next to mine, after leaning slightly.
His hands were still working, slowly removing those clothes from my body, I just helped him with the end but soon he was on all fours for himself again.
"K-kenny..." I dropped his name in a breath, because of the anxiety
His hands fingered my cunt that pulsed to feel him, scratching my thigh with his digits on purpose.
I bit the upholstery of the back of the sofa, repressing any sound that wanted to come out of my mouth.
Another moan escaped after I felt one of his fingers invade me. I bit my own lip, doing it stronger than expected after his second finger was inside me.
Kenny didn't move them, he just kept them there, as if he tortured me.
For God's worth! He can only be joking!
I thought frustrated, moving my hip against his fingers, but to my surprise this did not last even two seconds, since his tongue went through the entire length of my intimacy.
"Fuck!" This time I had not been able to hold my satisfaction.
Kenny did the same several times. I danced my pussy over his face, and soon I felt a suction under my clit, which used to begged for attention and was now having it.
"Relax." his voice came out muffled, his hot breath immediately beating against my vagina.
I rolled my eyes with pleasure after a shiver running through my body, soon laying my forehead on the upholstery, gasping and moaning low, while the erotic noises of him sucking me echoed through the room.
He does such a great job.
I thought about the rest of the neurons I had left, squeezing the couch between my fingers, causing so much pressure that the nail was lighter.
Kenny's fingers bowed inside me and every time I did them I couldn't control my moans, which became more and more strident.
I felt more and more wet over Kenny's mouth, and he had noticed it, because he stopped his work with his tongue and stood up again.
"You are a delight"
The noise of the belt opening caused a few more goosebumps all over my body, as well as a slight tremor in my stomach. One of Kenny's hands grabbed my hip, sticking to his with possession.
He rubbed his limb there as if he wanted me to beg for him.
I just rolled my eyes and heard the plastic noise, he had probably just covered his cock with a condom.
Clearly none of us was very excited about foreplay, the confirmation of this was his cock inside me, even before I felt him approaching, going in and out in a surreal movement.
Kenny pushed my torso down, leaving me even more inclined to himself.
"Fuck Y/N!" He said satisfied, while his moans filled the silence of the apartment.
"K-Kenny!" I moaned almost completely without a voice.
His hands held me tightly, and possibly his fingers were already well marked there on my hip. A slap was slapped on the left side of my ass, and it didn't take long for a loud moan to escape because of it.
Kenny's hoarse, sly and dragged moans took my last neurons away, causing my head to cloud and I just thought about feeling it even more inside me.
His two hands pulled my arms and soon I had nowhere to lean, thus causing my face to sink into the sofa seat.
Kenny held both my hands with only one of his, while the other followed the path of my pussy and began to stimulate my swollen clit.
I was close to reaching my apex, and by the way he went in and out of me thirsty... he was too.
The blonde kissed my back, pulling me back, gluing my back to his chest. His lips went up to my shoulder, biting him shamelessly.
I moaned loud and clear your name, after feeling your cock reach my spot, due to the position we were in.
A smile was on his face, I could feel it
"Oh, yes... scream as loud as you can, I love to hear my name come out of this dirty little mouth" he spoke so close to my ear that my legs that were already shaking lost the rest of the strength they had.
Kenny smirked and surrounded my waist with his arms, leaving me back in the position of before, investing more and more in me. He began to take his cock completely and penetrate again with intensity and firmness, after liking the way I reacted on his first attempt.
"Mother fuck-" I didn't complete my sentence since I felt your hand on my neck, forcing my face against the couch and hitting against my most sensitive point more and more.
"I want to hear my name come out of your mouth" he said and I felt his fingers close even more over my neck, but even so I didn't feel any pain.
"K-Kenny..." I said releasing all my frustration and desire in that name.
The man moaned with satisfaction.
He moaned your name.
He moaned for you.
A familiar feeling appeared in my womb and in less than a few minutes I had reached the apex, moaning without caring about the noise I would make or the attention I could draw.
Kenny just continued with his incessant coming and going, squeezing my breasts with his huge hands, grabbing their beak with his fingertips.
It didn't take long and the man fell on top of me, letting out such a pleasurable sound through his lips that I felt my face warm up.
My body was so tired and without strength that I didn't even care about his weight, leaving him there.
I felt like I was going to sleep soon.
"Baby..." Kenny's husky voice took over the silence of the room "You did excellent as always... have some rest" he said kissing one of his hickeys, coming out of me.
I couldn't say anything, since sleep took over me.
𓂃𖤐 .* 𖥔៹ ࣪。✧˚₊ ⊹
HEY BITCHESS!!!!
i'm back again hehe😈
i worked rlly hard on this, hope y'all like it 💞
#kenny mccormick hcs#kenny mccormick x reader#mysterion#mysterion x reader#kenny mccormick smut#kenny mccormick#kenny smut#south park smut#kenny south park#south park kenny#south park#kenny mcormick headcanons#sp kenny#fanfic#south park fanfiction#kenneth mccormick#southpark kenny#arctic monkeys
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Hi, moon! Following one of your posts:
Annie can't gossip for the life of her. She would just tell you the most basic info and be done with it. The juicy details? Nah. Go to the boys for that.
Hi hahaha xD
True! Annie simply does not give a fuck. In fact, spending three years running spy missions to the interior was not a job she wanted. Girl was tired and hated it!
I imagine a gossipy conversation to go something like this:
(Annie, on her way in after an emergency run to the bakery)
Some rando: Hey! Psst! Did you hear? They've eloped!
Annie, confused: Huh? Who's eloped?
Rando: Your neighbour's daughter and her younger lover!
Annie: ... So?
Rando: Her mother's livid! All her jewels are gone! Taken!
Annie: ... Didn't know she was rich.
Rando, shocked: What! But she's your neighbour?!
Annie: .... *shrugs*
Rando: She owns half the town!??
Annie: ....
Rando: Twenty years ago, she killed her husband!
Annie: ....
Rando: You can still see bloodstains on the carpet in her living room?!!
Annie: ....
Rando: There's rumours that her dead husband haunts their old bedroom?!!
Annie: ....
Rando: People are scared of her!! How did you not know? You live right next door!
Annie: .... *shrugging and bored of this conversation* Idk man. She gave me coconut biscuits that one time. THey were great.
Rando, looking like the Scream painting: ....???!!!!!!!!!!
Annie: .... I'll get going.
Rando, mumuring to himself: ... I wonder where her daughter and the lover eloped though... they've been missing since dawn... I thought you'd know but guess not haha...
Annie, pausing: Tell you what. Head down the street. Turn left. Then right. Then left. Then two rights. You'll come upon a house with an ivy roof. There's a man who lives there; he'll know.
Rando: Oh? Really? Thanks!
(Rando, walking up to the ivy cottage and spotting five guys sitting on the porch, chatting. Some of them are familiar. Blond haired... that one with the long face... oh that one with the short grey hair... and that scary short one always drinking tea! These are the Ambassador guys!)
Reiner, spotting him: Hi! Are you lost?
Rando: O-oh, oh no... it's just... I was told to come here for some information...
Reiner: Hm? You were?
Rando: A young lady with pale blonde hair who lives next to that house...
Armin, perking up brightly: That's Annie! Annie did ?! Hehe, she's my... My wife .. hehe... (◍•ᴗ•◍)✧*
(Insert Ben Affleck smoking meme)
Rando, nervously eyeing the short guy in the middle who seems to be glaring at him: U-um, yeah... so you know the... eloping this morning...
(All guys go silent)
Rando: I was wondering where they might have gone off to and the blonde lady said I'd get answers if I came here...
(The guys exchange secretive 19th-century looks)
Armin, quietly: Well, it's not really for us to say...
Jean, quietly: It wouldn't be proper, of course...
Reiner, very grim: That's what they chose to do... we should respect it...
Connie, shaking his head: I feel sorry for the mother... but...
Levi, drinking tea, unimpressed, deadpanning: They were headed to the States of Dane by the 5am horse. Paid a whole 10 dunals for the trip. The coins were brand new. The boy looked nervous. The girl was wearing a cream dress-
Jean, interrupting quietly: Beige. Not cream. Beige.
Levi, irritated: FUcking hell-
Jean: Sorry.
Levi: Tch. Anyway. Before they got on the horse, they had an argument-
Armin, politely: It wasn't an argument, it was a 'mild disagreement'.
Levi, exasperated: Fu-
Armin, flustered: Sorry! Go on captain!
Levi: .... tch. Then they mounted the horse and took the long route by Northeast, the one without many people. The horse was a good one. Strong and patient, she was-
Connie, frowning: But they rode her too slow. Only 3 kilometers per hour, what the fuck is that huh? I mean if they were running away- mmpph!
(Armin slaps a hand over his mouth to shut him up)
Levi: ... They turned around the bend and then disappeared. I reckon they're halfway by now.
Rando, flabbergasted & speechless: ... and you guys... saw all this?
Reiner: I think the boy should've packed more underwear though.
(everyone turns to stare at him)
Everyone, including Rando: And how the fuck do you know that?!
Reiner: (灬º‿º灬)♡
#reiner is gay so he knows all kinds of things#i got way too invested in this xD#sorry xD#askies#annie leonhart#headcanon#attack on titan#shingeki no kyojin#armin arlert#snk#aot#reiner braun#levi ackerman#connie springer#jean kirstein#104th#ambassadors#alliance#pieck finger
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Eres Mia
Miguel O'Hara x Black Fem Reader Angst
YandereAU, ExesAU
CW: stalking, breaking in, non spider-person reader, she/her pronouns, afab parts mentioned
TW: poorly proofread
Word Count: 1611 (give or take)
A/n: any Spanish is used/confirmed by DeepL translator so it wont be as trash as google, but still lmk
He wishes he could've just stopped loving her. Miguel wishes he could've forgotten about her and gone back to work but her lack of presence was ruining him. Despite her not being a spider person, she was in his office so often that not hearing her humming to herself was driving him to madness. Either that or the lack of any breaks in general.
It had been a month since she left him alone again and Miguel had yet to leave his desk, waiting for her voice to pull him away. But it doesn't, leaving Lyla to do it herself by turning off the monitors causing him to growl in the dark. slams both his fists on the desktop with a loud groan.
"Always something. What now?" He calls exasperated, "Lyla, what happened?"
"I helped." The AI woman appeared next to his right fist with her arms crossed, "You're welcome~"
"Woah-woah," He stands up at crosses his arms, "What did you do?"
"You need to go talk to her."
"I'm not in the mood."
"You're a mess and you know it."
"I'm not, I'm busy. Busy, you know, monitoring the multiverse."
"We both know you're just looking at her selfies and--"
"Drop it." He snaps before sighing, "She's in the past."
"She doesn't have to be. Face it, you miss her and there's nothing you can do but talk to her."
"Turn the power back on."
"Stays off until you get back~"
She disappears with a shrug before he can say anything making him growl loudly and toss his chair across the room. He punches his desk again, sighing shakily as he realizes she was right. As the fiery colors of the portal lit up his desk and back, he reluctantly activated his mask and only took a deep breath when it covered his face completely. He faces the portal and adjusts the settings on his watch.
"She better be alone." He whispers, “I don't know who I'll be if she’s not.”
“Wasn’t she alone last you were spying on her?”
“I wasn’t spying and no; no she wasn’t.”
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Miguel stepped out of the portal and onto a roof, now in his ex's version of Earth. He stood on the roof right across the street from her apartment complex, wondering how to even begin speaking to her after so long. He jumped off and pulled himself to the fire escape with bright orange webs before quietly scaling her building. He made sure to be slow, giving himself more time to clear his head and think of what to say.
Once he reached her bedroom, he took one last deep breath before opening the unlocked window and squeezing his muscly body through. He stood up as straight as he could, keeping his head hung forward because of her ceiling. He turns to her bed and locks eyes with his ex sitting on the bed with her arms crossed over her red tank top.
"Really?"
The dark eyes that he loved so much were narrowed at him with annoyance making his mouth dry as he opened it to speak. All the words he prepared for this moment disappeared and his mind cluttered seeing her sitting up against her headboard rigidly. Her eyebrow raises while waiting for an explanation but he opts to stare at her.
"Did you really just climb through my window like we cool?"
"Not exactly discreet if I just walked up here past the doorman, is it?"
She crosses her arms, "Why come at all, Miguel?"
"I just came to talk--"
"It's been a month, and now you a fan of talking?"
"Not my fault you wouldn't answer your phone."
His mask dissipates to reveal his tired face and dark eyes, making her internally gasp. She knew he was a workaholic and had so much to do that he'd sleep very little, but he looked like he hadn't slept in months– and they had only broken up 3 weeks ago. Remembering that it was his actions that brought them to this point, she conceals her concern with an eye roll. She pulls her legs into her chest and leans against the headboard, letting him sit on the edge of her bed with a reasonable distance between them.
"What do you want, savior of the multiverse?"
He winces at her words, "Look, like I said I just want to talk."
"Clearly. Although, inconvenient cuz I don't."
"Don't talk, that's fine; you don't have to, solo escucha. You're not...you’re not seeing anyone else yet, right?”
"Are you being serious right now?!" She snapped, jumping off the bed, "Get the hell out of my room and go back to that job you love so fuckin' much." He stood from bed abruptly, palming the ceiling to keep from hitting his head as he followed her to the door.
"What did I do?!”
She rolls her eyes, and spins on her heel, “That how you start apologies in the future?!”
"I'm sorry if I can't help but get angry at the thought of you with someone else!"
"So why not just get your jealousy out of the way at the start of the apology, right?"
“Oh, well I’m sorry for making sure I still have time to make things right with you! I was just making sure that guy you were with wasn’t...”
He trails off, jaw clenching. She looked up with wide eyes and raised eyebrows with a fury that made the 6’9” man swallow thickly in realization. She slaps him. He sighs deeply feeling the intense pressure of her eyes on him, his heart breaking knowing that he deserved it. “You stalking me now?” She crosses her arms, “That's what we doing?”
"It’s not like that, I’m just used to hearing from you every day," He murmured, “You know my job can be dangerous; I was just checking up on you.”
"My nigga, if I’m not aware of it, then it’s stalking."
"Like you would’ve let me willingly! If I seem like a stalker now and then to make sure you’re safe then whatever. I just happened to see you with someone else when I did."
She remains silent, thinking of something to say knowing she couldn't deny the fact she felt the same. Just knowing he was head of a society full of people who were a lot more interesting and strong than she was. It just made her feel inferior as a partner but she bypassed it because he convinced her it didn’t matter to him. She snapped out of her thoughts in time to watch him stalk closer, causing her to back away with her hand extended back to find the doorknob. Expecting to see malice in his eyes, she looked into them to see how soft his gaze was in contrast to their color and his movements.
They looked desperate as if he was about to cry so she dropped her resolve and allowed him to get close enough to press against her, pinning her against the door with a large hand on her hip. Miguel shivered when touching her, a sign he needed to keep himself from falling apart. Missing his touch, she made no move to push him away, instead watching him lean in to kiss her but his other hand pressed against the door to stop himself from crossing any boundaries.
“I can’t let you go; I’m sorry I can’t. You mean the world to me; the world and so much more." His grip tightened as if she’d disappear from his life again, "Quiero empezar de nuevo, mi amor (I want to start over, my love). Just tell me you're not with that man."
"And if I was?"
Miguel's fingers twitch at the thought, allowing his shorter counterpart to hear his claws scratch near her ear. With the way he slipped in and out of his native tongue mixed with his desperateness lit a different kind of fire in her stomach. He shakes his head realizing how fast they went from their argument to needing each other but when her hands glide up his broad chest to hold his shoulders, he hugs her closer and leans down to her ear, plump lips brushing her earlobe.
"Lo mataría." He breathed, "Lo mataría a sangre fría."
She stammers, "...what?"
"I'd kill him in cold blood."
Before she could fully process his threat, she was back on her bed with Miguel standing at the edge, pinning her to the mattress. He tugged her pants off while leaving kiss after kiss along her neck, fangs grazing her. Her light gasps and moans fill the room as he rambles praises and apologies in Spanish before shutting down his suit. Her body was already ablaze from watching his lips and hands roam her body so when he kneeled on the floor to get at her thighs, she grabbed his face and guided him back up.
She shakes her head slowly, eyeing his lips with dilated pupils before sliding her hand into his hair and closing the space between them. The kiss was sloppy, complete with panting and moaning that filled the bedroom which made Miguel’s claws sink into the mattress. He groans with her, waiting for her to let him have her again while his hard-on twitches against her thighs. Little did he know that her insides clenched around nothing expecting him to take charge like he usually did but seeing he wasn’t going to move, she stopped.
"You're panting like a dog, but haven't made a move yet? That's unlike you."
“Déjame entrar, mi amor(let me in, my love).” He whispers, desperately, “Please let me; fuck, please let me.”
#black reader#miguel x reader#miguel o'hara#miguel spiderverse#atsv miguel#miguel spiderman#x black reader#x black fem reader#black writers#across the spider verse#miguel o hara x reader#miguel ohara angst#Spotify
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jun - rendezvous
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you suddenly opened your eyes and stared at the blue sky above you. you were on the roof of your school, taking a break before you went home for the day.
"yes!"
you moved your head a bit and looked to see your boyfriend sitting near you. then, you noticed that his blazer was covering your torso.
i wonder how long i slept for…
you sat up, taking the blazer off. "shouldn't you be home?" you asked while reaching for your water bottle. you cleared your throat before taking a sip of water.
"shouldn't you be practicing?" jun asked you. normally, you would be practicing for an upcoming talent show, but you couldn't today.
"the volleyball game is happening tonight, so i can't be in the gym," you explained. "i came up here to practice a bit, but i was tired all day. why are you still here?"
"i was looking for one of my teachers, but all of the teachers are in a meeting. i'll just wait until tomorrow to ask him something," he said. "oh, and then i came up here cause i was bored and found you."
"oh."
it became silent between the two of you, minus the sounds from the game that jun was playing. you yawned and stretched your arms for a second, clearly still tired. you folded jun’s blazer and place it on his lap.
"so, can i hear you sing?" jun suddenly asked, breaking the silence.
"not if you want to hear a bird screeching," you immediately replied to him. "i think i'm going to change the song i'm singing. i can't sing the one i've been practicing well."
"don't say that. you're a great singer," he said to you. "you got into a company after all,” he reminded you.
you scoffed, "the only reason i auditioned was because you did," you said to him. "hey, don't you have practice these days?"
the two of you became trainees under different companies. despite the two of you dating, almost no one knew about your relationship so no one would force you two to end it.
"they gave us time off cause of school," jun answered. “hm, maybe we should make this our rendezvous spot,” he pondered.
"rendezvous?" you questioned.
"we can't get in trouble out here by our companies. at most, we'll get in trouble by the teachers and staff here," he said to you.
"i like the sound of that," you said while smiling at him. you scooted closer and kissed his cheek before leaning your head against jun's shoulder. he resumed playing the game he had been playing. "what if we both become big time idols? do you think we can still be together?" you asked him, thinking about the future.
"anything's possible," jun said to you, "but i'd chase after you no matter what."
"what if i chase after you instead? one day you're on the red carpet, and i just come flying in," you said, imagining being at an award show. "and then, i profess my love for you right there and then."
"uh, i think i'll be the one doing that," jun said to you. "and then, we'll be viral all over the world."
you laughed, "that sounds like a tv show."
"it does, but it sounds like fun," he said to you. he paused his game and turned his head to look at you, "love ya, future singer.”
you quickly kissed jun, "love you more, future idol."
#sweetiesicheng#sweetiesicheng seventeen#kpop#seventeen#seventeen x reader#seventeen x y/n#seventeen x you#seventeen fanfic#carat#seventeen fanfiction#seventeen jun#seventeen wen junhui#wen junhui#jun#junhui#jun fanfic#seventeen junhui#jun x y/n#jun x you#jun x reader#jun fanfiction#seventeen moon junhui#moon junhwi#moon junhui#seventeen performance team#seventeen performance unit#svt jun#svt x reader#svt x you#svt x y/n
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Chapter 7: Blending in while standing out
Due to this being a full story I have started to post it on AO3 I'll start adding the link here for new readers.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/56481082/chapters/143531686
I had no idea how long the Gala had lasted and I a good amount of time hiding in the corner, however I had found myself actually listening to Tim, I was exhausted but at least nodding along didn’t take much energy and he was doing all the work. If I was being honest I was about half asleep and hadn’t noticed father until he spoke
“I see you seemed to have made a friend…” I snapped up my head and looked at him blinking a few times before he turned his gaze to Tim and spoke in a cheerful tone,
“Do you need a ride home son?” He asked Tim looked down at his watch and spoke
“No, Sir but you are right it’s getting late and I should get going,” Tim turned to me his eyes practically glowing as he spoke again,
“I’ll see you in school.” He’d sounded so sure of that and Father seemed proud as he looked back at me, A soft smile going across his face, What was that about?
“It’s good to see you’re making friends already. They can come over if you give Alfred warning” I wasn’t sure about inviting Tim and his Batman obsessed ass over. However I just nodded slowly before yawning, He placed a hand on my shoulder and started guiding me to the stairs.
“Why don’t you go get some sleep? There’s no need to push yourself” I was going to argue but the only one I could think of was helping clean, he gently pushed me up the stairs and I stumbled there before starting to walk up them.
“We’ll take care of the Ballroom,You get some sleep besides you have school tomorrow.” He added I stumbled a little as I headed up them with out much thought, I glanced back down and spotted the commissioner’s daughter talking to the older boy walking by with a trash bin and the male red head speaking to Jason as the swept. I didn’t linger long before leaving, I used the bust of some I think family members head, and turned left as I walked to my room. As I stepped into my room I shrugged off my blazer and kicked off my dress pants before dropping into my bed, I hadn’t even bothered to cover myself with a blanket.
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I woke up groggy and with the itch to fly scratching at the back of my mind, I pushed off the blanket only to pause as I realized it. Someone must have come in to check on me, and I couldn’t help but wonder who. Before I got up and started to strip off the remains of the suite before I lazily dug out my hoodie and a pair of jeans, once they were on I let my wings slowly form as I opened my window, the fresh air rushed into the room and I flexed my wings on instinct as I got ready to fly, I paused wondering if I should avoid Gotham tonight but shrugged it off and chose to fly.
Once I was far enough away from the manor I tucked my wings close and did a barrel roll as I snapped my wings open again I was above Gotham bay, I dipped my hand into the cold water as I took a deep breath before going higher wanting to not be spotted by anyone, as always the noise of the city never seemed to end as I watched police cars drive by there lights flashing and sirens blaring the sound caused me to wince even as high as I was.
As I flew around slowly looking for a good place to land I once again found myself on the Ace chemicals building, It was a nice high up place to sit and it wasn’t so close to everything that I had to listen to everyone however it also wasn’t high enough that I didn’t have to listen to at least the sirens, I had thought about landing on Wayne tower however. Father likely had some kind of heavy security there and I really didn’t want him knowing I had wing. After all he didn’t like metas.
As yet another cop car screeched by I mumbled to myself,
“What’s going on?” I jumped sky high as a young male voice spoke
“The joker’s causing problems again.” I stepped away from the edge of the roof ans spun around only to find, Speedy! My mood brightened instantly
“Aren’t you one the wrong side of the country?” Despite the question my tone had been cheerful.
“It’s a bit of a long story, I was going to ask you what you were doing here I haven’t seen you in what four years?” hearing him without the sirens blaring… there was no fucking way… I shook the thought from my head as I spoke,
“Five years it’s been five years and it’s… a bit complicated.” I stated and he stepped closer to me, I had no fear of the archer and maybe I should have but we’d been friendly once so nothing bad could happen… Right?
“Have you told Mr Wayne?” He asked his hand reaching out and brushing my wing, I blinked it was him. Shit how did I explain this to him? Were do you even star trying to explain something like this?
“Well does he?” He asked and I shook my head hard,
“N-no, I… he..” I stammered trying to find the right words, but he just put a hand on my shoulder,
“You okay?” I took a deep breath saying a single word.
“Processing,” that’s all he needed to hear to sit down and wait for me to collect myself, it was honestly one of the many reasons I liked Speedy… Roy, I had known his name form before but I had never thought that. I forced myself to take a deep breath.
“So you’re… Jason’s Roy?” I had finally found my voice,
“If you want to word it like that, I think of both Jason and Dick as good friends.” I started pacing but he just sat there,
“So if Jason’s robin does that mean that Dick was a robin and that…” I trailed off Father being the Batman that Tam seemed to obsess over… well I needed to keep him off Father’s tail didn’t I?
“Wait you know about Jay?” He asked sounding a bit startled as I nodded absently before realizing that I needed to explain,
“I was… checking something let’s say and had a close call heard him talk.” that was really all he needed he knew what my mutation entailed, he took another breath before speaking again.
“Alright… Does Bruce know?” He asked and I shook my head no,
“Not to my knowledge and if I am being honest I think that’s for the best.” I saw him struggle with his thoughts for a moment before dropping his head and sighing heavily,
“I hate to say this… but from what I’ve heard from Dick and Jason you’re right…” I don’t think either of us wanted me to be… removed from the house as much as I disliked the thought of being a caged bat… with out Mr Wilson around there wasn’t anywhere I could go.
“Do you know where Slade is in case the worst happeneds?” I shook my head no, as I ran a hand through my hair knocking my hood off.
“He left me with the blue man… and… I got drugged honestly the last few month have been fuzzy.” I noticed his deep frown he suddenly pushed on his ear and raised a finger for me to be quiet, so I did as he said as I thought about everything, Firstly if father was the Bat.. from what Tam was saying I needed to get a lot more creative with my hiding spots for my things can’t have them finding this hoodie, then I needed to either stop flying. I stopped at that thought and shuttered, I didn’t think I could pull that however… If I was out helping Gotham, when Father inevitably found out he may be less angry with me for my mutation. Then again that came with a lot of risks, if I broke something I’d have to convince father as to how I did it and finding a good lie might be hard… cuts and bruises could be concealed but a broken arm? Not so much.
I paced as Roy spoke into some kind of communication device, I wasn’t listening but I was well aware of him. If I followed through on this… I’d need a suit like Roy had… one that would let me use my wings freely a way to hide my voice but that one would be easy I knew sign language, A skill Mr Wilson had taught me when I was younger so that when I couldn’t handle the noise I could still communicate… but I’d have to brush up on it.
“Earth to Faraj.” Roy’s voice made me jump sky high as I looked up at him,
“What caught your head so hard you toned me out?” I bite my lip at his question before taking a deep breath and speaking,
“Will you help me become a hero?” I think he nearly chocked before he shook his head hard,
“No.” It was firm and sharp like he wasn’t going to hear me out, and I tilted my head as I watched him then smiled softly.
“Alright fine, I’ll do i-” I didn’t even get ti finish the statement before I was grabbed and Roy spoke in a sharp tone.
“No, You don- You can’t do this you’ll get hurt or worse,” He hissed and I frowned at him raising a brow before I spoke,
“I’ve made up my mind on doing this, I have my whys and now I just need my hows the choice is yours now, help me or not but we both know you can’t stop me.” He cursed under his breath letting me go as he ran a hand though his hair before he seemed to think of something,
“You’re half blind that’s a major disadvantage,” He snapped and I tilted my head before reminding him,
“I have traveled with the man you Call Slade and while he kept me away from any hits that doesn’t mean I didn’t learn how to fight,” He winced at that and seemed to be trying to find another point to argue.
“Not to mention, the people that may chose to come after one day are extremely dangerous, do you really think I wasn’t taught how to fight?” I asked and he ran a hand through his hair pacing, I flexed my wings and I saw the panic flash in his eyes.
“Wait, wait no… I… I’ll help… you don’t need to get yourself killed…. However for your safety we are making some ground rules.” I hummed, I could live with rules hell I was use to them.
“Come on I have a safe house here you can use as you’re base.” He sounded defeated and I suddenly felt a bit bad.
He started to lead me to the safe house,
“I wanted to ask earlier but the conversion kind of.. went side ways… what happened to make you half blind? Jay was the one to point it out to me in the Ballroom.” at his question I hummed before I started.
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The jungle had been Alive with the calls of animals as Mr Wilson cut through the thick foliage, I stayed close to him, as he spoke softly.
“We’re getting close what are the rules?” He asked despite the exertion in his voice it was gentle it normally was gentle when he spoke to me.
“Stay close, If a fight breaks out hide, If I can’t hide run, If I can’t run fight like hell.” I stated and he spoke in that calm warm voice again.
“Good, Good. What else?” He asked,
“Don’t touch anything that I don’t know what is and don’t eat anything.” I added he nodded and paused for a moment ruffling my hair, it wasn’t much longer after that, That the forest went quiet, no more bird songs filled the air. Mr Wilson didn’t seem to notice so at the time I paid it no mind even as I heard the undergrowth rustle softly and twigs snap. I didn’t know the mistake I was making at the time, We had stopped so Mr Wilson could look at the map and I had started to look around the brightly colored flowers on vines fascinated me, and I got closer but when I looked back to make sure I wasn’t alone… I realized that He’d moved on with out me and I didn’t know where he’d gone.
“Mr Wilson!?” I called out to no avail after all the trees swallowed most sounds quickly, I knew that but I was young and panicking… maybe if I hadn’t panicked I’d have spotted the cat in the tree or realized the forest still had halted it’s calls… but I didn’t.
I remember the fear turning to surprise and pain as something jumped on me as I felt it’s weight crushing me, it’s claws digging into my back as it bite down on my shoulder, I was wasn’t big enough to put up much of a fight for something like that but I still pulled my knife and stabbed it in the side, it was enough for it to step to the side allowing me to turn to see the spotted beast that had attacked me before it tried for me again. I managed to shove it’s head to the side, having it bite down on my shoulder again as it’s paw came up… I felt the claws ripe through my skin I felt as it tore at my eye, even as I started to feel dizzy… I had thought it was over that I was going to die by the damn thing but then… I heard a gun shot then a second one and it let me go… it was dead and I was still trying to get away from it as Mr Wilson got to me…. I don’t remember much after that to be honest, I felt cold, and Mr Wilson had tried to speak to me but… I don’t know what he said I might have passed out at some point
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“Fucking hell.” Roy mumbled, I glanced at him he was walking on my blind side, I think because he wanted to make sure we weren’t jumped,
“You know you’re safe here then with Slade right?” He asked and I raised a brow, Was I really? I guess he was half right so long As father didn’t know what I was.
“Right because I either pretend that I’m a normal person and never fly or I risk what? Who know his anger that’s for sure.” I huffed and he frowned at me before shaking his head and speaking,
“I know… I know it’s part of yourself…” He said looking down for a moment, he suddenly turned into an ally way and I followed him as he pressed a brick and a door opened up.
“Fancy.” I stated causing him to chuckle as we walked in.
“Let’s lay down those ground rules.” I nodded at the statement as I walked in the lights turning on with an annoying buzz, it lit a room full of weapons, most of them bows or crossbows with specialized arrows and bolts. A work bench with a half taken apart… something to be honest all I could tell was that it was metal and looked like it could have been a small engine.
“No fighting big names. I mean like the joker or bane…. And stay away from Ivy too for that matter.” he stated and I nodded still a bit distracted by the room,
“I can talk to Tom, And probably get a comprehensive list of people and descriptions on who to avoid.” I told him and he nodded before pausing,
“Tom?” He asked and I scrunched my nose, that didn’t sound right.
“I...hmm well… His… name is a T name.” I mumbled and he smiled slowly,
“You forgot his name.” He sounded amused and I pouted at him before crossing my arms, I spotted a sparing mat, I hadn’t noticed it before.
“What are the other rules?” I asked as I walked around wondering how big this place actually was.
“If you get hurt, Absolutely no crime fighting until your healed,” He paused for a moment before he spoke again,
“Like you do?” I asked and got a dirty look before he sighed,
“You’ll also need a costume,” He stated and I took my hoodie off handing it to him his confused expression reminded me I should explain.
“I want something that will close up like this does when I don’t need my wings.” he hummed clearly thinking before he spoke again,
“No other specs? No colors or anything?” He asked and I shook my head no, I really didn’t not now at least,
“Maybe at some point but not now… Should I?” I asked and he shook his head and gently ruffled my hair,
“It’s not a big deal, I’ll make you something quick and easy and we can change it as you need it.” I nodded slowly at that.
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The bat files
Faraj Wayne
Age: 11 birthday: December 11th
Known aliases: None
I found him after the school called me, I fear he has training from Talia and maybe here to kill me, however he hasn’t shown any signs of aggression more then anything he seems confused and if that’s truly what is happening than I wish to keep him as safe as I can.
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🐚 SEASHELL: let's look for beautiful things on the beach! send me a line from a book, song, or movie/tv show and a character and i'll write a short (<1k) blurb for you
“ so why don't we go somewhere only we know.” - from somewhere only we know by miki ratsula with Eddie <3
hi darling!! there are so many great versions of this song but i had not heard this one! it's lovely! so here is something for you, also lovely: eddie whisking you away at a party for a quiet moment
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You've found pretty much the perfect spot to wait for Eddie. The kitchen is crowded, sure, but sitting on the counter gives you some air and a vantage point to see if he's coming back. Someone turns the music up and a few people scream at the song and bulldoze to the living room to dance. It's nice to see a bunch of twentysomethings having fun, your friends among them.
Robin looks like she's making fun of Steve's dance moves and Jonathan and Nancy are standing close in the corner, his entire body curved over hers as they talk. You know probably every other person at this house -- whose house it is you can't really remember -- so you feel comfortable enough alone for the moment.
But the moment doesn't stretch too long because you see a cloud of messy hair making its way towards you. You sip your beer patiently, swinging your feet a little where they hang off the counter. It only takes moments for Eddie to appear in front of you. He puts his hands on your knees and takes a comically large breath as if he's run a marathon.
"Christ," he says. "Bathroom line was a mile long." He flashes you a grin and tosses some hair from his face. "Miss me?"
You pretend to think about it. "I don't know," you say. "Who are you again?"
He mimes stabbing himself in the heart with a dagger. "Way harsh, sweetheart. Guess you don't want to see the cool-as-shit thing I found."
You hop from the counter. His hands ghost at your hips to help, then he grabs one of your hands. "Very funny," you tell him. "Now show me the cool thing."
Normally he'd mock you a little, tease and ask you to say please -- to which you'd refuse -- but he must actually be excited because he just starts to tug you through the crowd. No doubt many of them think you're going upstairs to fool around. You sort of wonder if that's what's going to happen, too.
But Eddie leads you up the flight of stairs and down a hall and into someone's bedroom. There is no one here.
"Whose house is this, anyway?" you whisper. Eddie shrugs.
"No idea," he says, full volume. "But I saw this from the street when we got here and thought it was a good spot."
You almost protest when he shoves open a window and you actually do when he climbs through out onto the roof. "Eddie!" you hiss. "Are you serious? You could fall!"
"I won't," he says, eyes bright. He reaches for you. "Now you. I've got you."
The excitement in his expression has you hauling your leg over the sill before you can think about it too hard. He does grip your hips this time, steadying you even when you're on two feet again. "Come on," he says. You look around and realize this part of the roof is pretty flat. You can hear the party downstairs, through open windows and spilling into the yard, but you don't think anyone will see you up here.
"How has no one found this yet?" you ask. Eddie stops you and takes off his jacket, spreading it on the roof before pulling you to sit down.
"No idea," he says. "But isn't it fucking great?" He tips his head back and grins. You copy him and gasp.
You have a perfect view of the stars. "Oh," you say. "Well, this beats the kitchen."
Eddie's lips ghost the shell of your ear. "It really does," he says. He drags them across your cheek and to the corner of your mouth.
"Stop that," you rasp. "I can kiss my boyfriend anytime. Right now I'm watching the stars."
He laughs and slings his arm around you. "Fair enough, sweetheart."
join the celebration!
#fvsbeachday#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson fluff#eddie munson x y/n#eddie munson x you#eddie munson fanfic
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Levity Creek!
Chapter One (?)
Grammar? I hardly know 'er
I really need to brush up but we're going right for it instead. Don't know how often I'll update this, or if it'll get any reception at all. Here you go, folks! Don't expect too much to happen right away.
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Entry 1.
You know, I'm not even sure I could tell you the last time I spent three hours on the phone with someone. Let alone someone I felt growing further from my touch each year, but it was like the connection never really left as soon as we spoke. Hell, it felt like a blessing to hear from Fiddleford — some kind of proverbial spark reignited. Sounds silly, but I swear it's like we were kids all over again.
He always was as friendly as they come, and damn it if I didn't looked up to him for it. The guy could make a friend quicker than I could get my mouth open. Then again, I hardly ever did open it.
Fiddleford's still everything I knew him to be, actually. I guess I'd just been afraid that we were too different nowadays to be as close as we were. After all, he's got a kid now. Tate. How about that?
In his fashion, he forgot why he called me until the very end. He landed a freelance job up in Oregon that he wants my help with. I don't think I've ever agreed to anything quicker. If it'll get me outta here for a while, it's a gift.
I'm heading for Oregon tomorrow. Hope my van makes it.
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If it weren't for the obnoxious rumble of the engine and the undeniable need to keep the vent windows open to accommodate it, I might have been able to hear the radio. Every now and again, I manage to hear the static of leaving and entering broadcast range — sometimes a dull guitar riff, but nothing satisfying. The speaker nestled in the driver's side has been busted for as long as I can remember. I think I've started to enjoy complaining about it, so I reckon that's why I never fix it. No, instead, I get to sit with my thoughts and a rattling doghouse. In hindsight, it was a miserable choice to make for such a long drive.
In fact, driving from the East Coast to the West Coast in a metaphorical brick, which reaches fifty-five miles an hour on a good day, is undoubtedly one of the stupidest decisions I've ever made. Sure, I could have flown, but then I would have left this marvel of machinery behind. And what am I without my office?
From floor to roof, I'd turned the back of my van into a space as comfortable as my apartment back home. More often than not, I spent my time in it. As long as I could hook it up to a power source, I could relax on the beanbag chair and type for hours. I've gotten better sleep and more work done in the back of this van than anywhere else to tell you the truth. At least, that's been the pattern so far. I'm starting to hope that Oregon changes that. I could use a change.
While I'm excited for the job, it's bound to be a big adjustment. From what I understand, which isn't a lot mind you, Gravity Falls is the town sending out contracts for the construction of the software service. When Fiddleford mentioned the name, I thought he might have been joking, but then I got the document in the mail. It looked incredibly legal, not to mention formal, for such a small job in a place that can only be described as "nowhere". Then again, most places were keen on adapting to new systems so they don't get too far behind.
It sort of made me wonder if the whole "nowhere" front has a purpose. After all, I did sign something that effectively mirrors an NDA.
By the time I reach Oklahoma and park, I recount that I've stopped about ten times for one reason or another. I had stayed in Memphis last night, which wasn't much of an annoyance, but the stops prior had been. A flat tire, the engine stalled, I suddenly really had to use the bathroom. Though that last one seems more like a poor lunch decision, I could almost swear that it was like the universe telling me to turn around and go back home before I got too far. I'd considered it while cursing over the carburetor as it hissed at me.
The only reason I still lay here in my motel with the intention of continuing tomorrow is for Fiddleford if nothing else. I called him when I first got here, half ready to let him know that it's just not a trip I can make, but he sounded so excited that I couldn't bring myself to crush his enthusiasm. He was already planning things we could do and prattling on about places he wanted to take me. The thought of disappointing him seemed wrong.
Pushing the covers of the stiff bed down toward my ankles, I roll onto my side and stare out the window. Each time I shift it feels like I'm getting further from sleep. Either the matress springs make an unholy creaking noise, they press into my back, or the people in the next room over get rowdy.
Eventually, I decide it isn't worth it. If I can't sleep, I may as well get going. So, I grab up my keys and my bag and sling everything into the passenger seat. Slamming the driver's side door shut behind me, I gas up the engine while it whines and protests before it finally relents. It isn't until then that I actually let some relief wash over me.
"I know you're tired," I mumble, "but I gotta get the hell outta Oklahoma."
I started hearing the radio a little more clearly after that.
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#I don't know what to tag this#fanfiction(?) lmao#it's not long#levity creek#gravity falls au#self insert#daphne#oc#fiddleford mcgucket#(mentioned)
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Family matters- EE minific
(A fanfiction made to explore more of Sabrina's Relationship with Sylvie) ((it literally would not let me post this omg tumblrs a hellsite))
-first person pov-
I've been this way for as long as I can remember. It damaged a lot of my childhood. I can't help it. It's like a curse. Like when you run into an old enemy you thought you killed. Thats what it's like. My Epithet is a curse, literally. "Nightmare" is powerful, but I hate it. everything about it makes me sick. But, I should've expected to have such a terrible Epithet, the signs were always there. I remember the sleepless nights I spent crying, clinging to my dad. The nightmares never left. They stayed, I've gotten used to them now, but they're always there, like a looming cloud of rain.
Rain.
It's raining. I didn't notice. I'm soaking wet, and I'm sliding down the roof. The drop is not far to the ground, but Mom expressed her distress about me climbing down from my room like that. So I climb back in from the window, and back onto my bed. I never used my bed. I had no need for it. I couldn't sleep, no matter how hard I tried. No matter how much triazolam they prescribe, or how much sleep therapy I get. I've lived with it for the past 12 years, no reason to change it now. My bed is soft, but everyone's is. My sisters, my parents, and my brothers. My brother. His name was like a poison in my mouth, and a illness in my head. I hated it.
I hated him.
He's always been the golden child. Always been Dr. Ashling, Dr. Sylvester, my smart little boy, Sylvie this, Sylvie that. I hated it. I never got that treatment. No matter how hard I tried to be like him. My twin, my brother. We always promised to help and be there for each other. That was the first promise we made to one another. The promise he broke. He lied. I hate liars. My jealousy has always been there. I'll be the first to admit it. But I have a reason. He's always been the golden boy. He graduated college with a doctorate in Psychology at 15. And I'm here sitting in my room alone, listening to the sounds of the rain. No wonder I'm the disappointment. Believe it or not, I wanted to be a lawyer, like my dad. I was dead set on it. But, I hit a wall. Burnout hit me like a truck. I was so dead set on surpassing my brother, that I forgot to pace myself. It was a stupid mistake. I was in college too, but I started failing so hard, that, they kicked me out.
I don't think I ever cried as much as I did that day. I was 14. A little over a year ago. It was a cold day, I went to a law school in a town north called Whitestone. Whitestone University is the same place my dad graduated from. I was kicked out. They told me I had 5 days to get everything out of the dorm, and back home, and they told me that "My grades don't adhere to Whitestone's expectations". I remember calling my parents that night, my voice barely audible, and my phone covered in tears. I had failed. Failed myself, my dad, my family, and my friends who were rooting for me. I was a scholar. I was gifted and smart, I have an IQ of 145, and yet, here I am, in my room, in Sweet Jazz, listening to the rain. I wipe my face and feel tears on my sleeve. I didn't even notice I was crying.
Knock, knock.
My door opened, Vicki poked her head though. "Mom said dinners ready." She said as she took one look at me. "Wipe your face, don't let mom see you like that, you know how she is." I knew that. Everyone knew Mom was overprotective. With Vicki's word of warning, I quickly wiped my face on my sleeve and got up. I smelt the air, only based on the smell, I know what she made. Lasagna. It was my favorite, but I wasn't feeling it today. I wasn't hungry, I was just off. And it was apparent to everyone. The dinner table was silent. The only sounds were forks dragging across the porcelain plates, and chewing. Both sounds that irritated me. I sat there, poking at my food, not really eating.
"Elbow off the table," Sylvie said to me with his shit-eating, suck-up face. I rolled my eyes and fixed how I was sitting, because no matter what I was gonna get told to do so anyway. The table went silent again. This is how most family dinners were on the weekends. Everyone was off from work or school, no one had anything to talk about. Unless Sylvie piped up with some smart doctor speak with Mom, it was mostly silent. Dad looked up from his plate and looked at me, he was always able to notice how I felt, and he was straightforward with everything, it was a trait he gained from being a lawyer.
"Sabrina." He said, his voice monotonous, and his eyes peering over his glasses. "What's upsetting you?" The way he said it made it sound more like a statement than a question, but I knew better than to stay silent.
"Nothing." I was lying out of my ass. I couldn't lie to a lawyer, but I was. For some reason. He raised his eyebrows and clicked his tongue. The universal sign for him knowing I was lying. He sighed and took a sip of his water. The glass was placed back on the table with a soft clink.
"Sabrina Charlotte Ashling." Fuck, full name. I should've just said I didn't feel well or something. The whole dinner table was looking at me, and Sylvie, being a smart ass chimed in.
"Don't bother. She's probably Menstrating or something." He waved his hand dismissively. In his eyes, he was probably joking, but I was already pissed off enough to not care about that.
"Like you know shit about menstruation Sylvie." I snapped at him, jamming my fork into my food and quickly turning my head to look at him. I rarely cursed in front of my parents, hell we rarely cursed at all. I was in a mood, and it had nothing to do with menstruation. I was pissed and was gonna let everyone know.
"Watch your language," Dad spoke sternly as he pointed his fork at me. He sighed again as he pinched the bridge of his nose and wiped under his eyes. "For someone who is upset about nothing, you sure are acting like you're upset about something." a classic from him. I've lost track of how many times he's said that. I put my head in my hands and groaned.
"As I said, it's nothing," I said again, trying to ignore the fact I felt like either crying, yelling, or vomiting. It was probably a mix of all of them. "Don't worry about it."
"I'm gonna worry about it. You are my daughter." His stern voice was like nails on a chalkboard to me. "And I know my daughter." That was his way of saying something was wrong. He knew it, Dad picked up on things quicker than anyone else I knew, his eyebrows were furrowed, and his mouth curled into a slight frown. His voice, while it was stern, it was also caring. He meant well, I was just stubborn. The room went silent for a while, the only sounds being the occasional chewing and breathing. After a while, he spoke up again. "Sabrina, be honest with me. What the hell's going on?" I stayed silent, of course, to fill that silence was Sylvie, and his two cents.
"Probably just teenage rebellion. She probably just wants to be noticed, and gain your attention. Doesn't take a Psychologist to figure that out." Sylvie arrogantly pushed up his glasses and smirked. I hated when he did that. Put his two cents into conversations he wasn't a part of. Unsolicited advice, it was all irritating.
"Teenage rebellion? What the hell do you know about teenage rebellion, golden boy?!" I slammed my hand down onto the table and snapped again. As soon as I did that Dad stood up and put a hand on my shoulder. He was reaching over the table slightly, but he was attempting to calm me down.
"Sabrina-" He attempted to speak, but I cut him off.
I stood up, slammed my hands on the table, and spoke, my tone cold, angry, and slightly hurt. "You wanna know what's wrong? Fine! I guess it's about time I said something!"
"Let's start with the main problem; Golden boy." I pointed at Sylvie. His face went from smug to confused to annoyed in an instant. He stood up and slammed his hands on the table in response.
"How am I the problem, Sabrina? Please, enlighten me." He stated with furrowed eyebrows.
"You're little Dr. Golden boy, that's what! It's all Sylvie this and Sylvie that, oh look at my son, he's a psychologist! I've never, not once, been praised for at least trying! I am as smart and as capable as your little golden boy. And yet I'm left alone while Sylvie gets all the praise. Maybe that's why you're so narcissistic!" I shot a look at Mom, then stared at Sylvie as I spoke. I was pissed and was gonna let everyone know. "It's not fair that he's handed everything on a silver platter! Every little thing right down to his Epithet! Maybe that's why he's successful, he's able to sleep!" It was at this point the tears came running down my face. I expected Sylvie to defend himself, but he didn't. He stood there and pushed up his glasses. He was taking into account how I felt for once. and he was thinking.
"Inferior." He simply whispered to himself.
"Excuse me?"
"You feel inferior is what I'm picking up here, Sabrina." He sighed as he thought again. His head was pointed down, with his hand on his chin. He was analyzing my words. Why? He didn't care. Why would he? He's better than me, smarter even. "It's called an inferiority complex." He calmly stated. Dad stepped forward and put himself in between us.
"Sylvester now is not the time." He said as he looked at him. He looked at me and then back to Sylvie. "You know your sister, she's not gonna want any advice you give her." He wasn't wrong. I didn't want his two cents. But I wanted to know why Sylvie was trying to be nice.
"Let me try." Sylvie simply said. He looked back at me. "Please, Sabrina. Continue your rant." Was he using me for research? I was already pissed, he knew better than to do that.
"Like hell I am! I'm not letting you use me for your stupid hobby!" I choked out. "You wanna show off your degree go do it somewhere else." He stayed silent. His eyes were darting from place to place as if he were thinking. Tears were still streaming down my face. "Say something damnit!" I sobbed. I was shaking with anger and sadness, after a while he looked up at me. And smiled softly. One I didn't understand. He walked around the dinner table and stopped in front of me.
He wrapped his arms around me and hugged me. He was hugging me.
I don't know what snapped inside of me, but I broke down. I started sobbing uncontrollably. It was overwhelming I felt out of place. I felt... comforted, loved, and glad to have my brother. He was an ass, and egotistical, but that was all a face he put on. He cared. My tears were soaking into his jacket, as I felt my own arms hug back. soon enough, I felt Vicki's. then Moms, Then Dads. We were all hugging each other, in true Ashling fashion. It felt like closure, why I needed it, I didn't know. But it felt nice.
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I open my eyes, and I can see the sun's bright light pour into my room. I let out a sigh and peel my blanket off of me. As I get up, I look down to the floor and notice Taeko's plush on the ground. My eyes widen, and I quickly snatch the plush off the ground. I can't help but to hug it and look down at it.
I can't help but imagine the cute cat plush is Taeko. The cat's dark fur reminds me of her locks of hair, and the cat's dark eyes remind me of her own eyes. The cat is like an extension of Taeko, and this is the closest I can get to her.
I get up from my bed and walk over to the dresser, the cat plush still in my hands. I take out my uniform and close the dresser. I put the cat on top of the dresser and go to the bathroom.
I do my usual routine, and once I'm done, I start to head out. I walk out into the street, and I start to head over to my senpai's house.
As I walk, I start to think of a particular boy. What should I do with (Y/N)? He is still alive and a witness to my actions. I can't have him around for too long. I need to take him out soon rather than later. Has he told anyone? I can't help but wonder if he told a teacher or his friends. Would they believe him? I did clean everything up, but his wound is clearly from a knife.
I doubt that he is going to be alone, I bet he is going to make sure not to be alone. If he is alone, I'll make sure to get him.
I just need a plan, but I can figure that out later. I make it to my senpai's house, and I walk up the steps and knock on the door. I wait, and Taro is the one to answer.
"Hey, Ayato," he greets me, but I can help but to look inside the house, hoping to see Taeko.
"Hey, is Taeko here?" I ask.
"No... she's not. She already left with her friends," he tells me as he closes the door behind him.
Great...
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The day goes by as usual, but I haven't seen (Y/N) anywhere. Did he not come? But I did see a new face, and it's one that's already getting on my nerves.
He has orange hair and is wearing an orange and white polka-dot shirt underneath his open uniform jacket. He looks familiar.
Yet, one thing is pissing me off about him. He is talking with my senpai. I see them talk, but she leaves him and walks up the stairs.
A look of sadness overtakes his features as she leaves. Then I see something interesting.
He pulls out his phone and runs to a corner. I follow.
I lean against a wall and listen in.
He picks up the phone and starts talking,"Hello? I told you to stop calling me, you creep!"
My interest piques at his reaction to the call.
"How many times do I have to say it before you get a hint. I'm. Not. Interested."
He walks back and forth with a scowl on his face.
"If you don't stop bothering me, I'm gonna call the cops and-" he is cut off before he can say anything else.
"Wait...what? Are you...serious...?" His voice lowers, and he clutches the phone tighter.
"Okay. I won't...call the police," he tells the other person on the line.
"Listen, I can't talk right now, but please don't do anything crazy," the boy hangs up the phone, and a look of worry is now on his face.
Maybe I can use this to my advantage? Blackmail maybe? I'll think about it, but I need to worry about (Y/N) first.
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It's lunch, and I finally catch a glimpse of (Y/N). He is rushing down the stairs, and I follow him. I see him take a turn, and he ends up going to the nurse's office.
When I walk over, the doors are closed. I guess it wouldn't hurt to watch Taeko.
I go up to the roof, and when I get there I see her sitting on her usual bench, but the new boy is sitting with her.
I decide to sit on one of the nearby benches so I can listen to their conversation.
"So, do you really like that boy?" The guy asks her.
"Of course I do! I've been crushing on him for a while now, and we should've been dating by now but I guess my note didn't get to him," Taeko explains with a look of dejection on her face.
"Well, he is just an idiot," I can't help but to agree with the boy's statement.
"No, he isn't! For some reason, he didn't get my note at all! I swear I put it in his locker!" She tells the boy.
"Well, maybe you just put it in the wrong locker, dummy," he responds.
"That can't be it, Osano! I swear I put it in his locker! But he did tell me something interesting," she says.
"What is it?"
"He told me he got a note, but it wasn't mine."
"So two people sent him a note at the same time?"
"Yes! But that note told him to go to the gymnasium."
So he did tell someone. I need to get to him before he tells anyone else.
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It's after school now, and I'm waiting for Taeko to come out. I look at my phone and notice it's time to leave. I pack my things and start to leave. At the bottom of the hill, I notice Taeko and (Y/N) starting to leave. I follow them, but I make sure to keep a distance.
When they make it to Taeko's house, they wave goodbye to each other. I continue to follow (Y/N), and I make sure that I have my knife with me.
I speak out.
"(Y/N)..."
His body freezes, but he turns around.
"What is it?" He asks, his voice filled with anger.
"I think you know why I'm here," I respond.
"I do, and I hope my assumption is wrong."
Interesting, he already knows what I'm about to do to him.
"Hmmmm..." I squint my eyes at him, and a small smile creeps up on my face.
"What is it?" He notices my expression and questions it.
"I think you should start to run," I tell him as I pull out a knife, and I start to rush to him.
I see him turn around quickly and run to the direction of his house. I'll have to give it to him, he is a quick runner.
The houses voom by as I try my best to catch up to him, but my lungs are starting to grow tired and my legs are starting to grow weak.
Is he really going to outrun me? I pick up my pace, but it's just not enough. I see him skip over a few steps on his stairs and rush inside. I see him take a quick glance outside, and I can see the fear in his eyes as I rush up the steps. By the time I make it up the stairs, the door is closed. I start to bang on the door, and I twist the doorknob in desperation.
He can't get away. Not after all this, I need to get rid of him. I can't risk him exposing me.
I keep banging on the door, but it's no use. I continue to bang for ten minutes, but it's clear I'm never getting inside. I look around the house, and I try to find a way to get inside. I notice the fence, and I start to climb it.
I jump down, and now I'm in the backyard, I go over to the back door and twist the doorknob.
It's locked.
I frown, there is no way I can get inside without some tools. I decide to leave.
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I go into my first day of work, but as I go inside, I'm immediately greeted by the boy I saw last time.
"Why are you here so late?!" The boy scolds me.
"I had to go to my club, and it took longer than I expected," I lie to the boy.
"Well, the boss wants to talk to you," the boy tells me, "Follow me."
I follow the boy and I'm taken to the boss' office. The office isn't that unique, and it's more bare than anything else. But I do see a man sitting at a desk.
"You must be the new boy," the man says to me.
"Yes," I respond.
"I'm not going to get mad since today is your first day, and I was pretty quick with hiring you, so just tell me which days you have your club," he asks me.
"My club is on Mondays," I tell him.
"Only on Mondays?" He asks as he takes a note.
"Yes, I'm free every other day," I answer.
"Great, I'll have you working on Wednesdays and Fridays, but you can always work extra shifts. I do need the extra help," he tells me,"I'll just give you your uniform, but you can go home for today."
"Okay."
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After I got my uniform, I went straight home. I take a look at my baby blue uniform, and I can't help but sigh. It really isn't my style, but I do have to start making money soon.
I place my uniform in my closet and go over to my bed. I lay down on it and start to cuddle with Taeko's plush. I let out a blissful sigh, and I start to close my eyes.
Then, I hear it. A vibration from my phone. I take a look and notice it's a message from Info.
I think I have something that you might want to know.
What is it?
It's about that new boy that's hanging around your senpai.
What about him?
He isn't new after all.
He isn't?
No, he just joined school late, and it's due to a stalker.
Okay, but why should I care?
He's in love with Taeko.
Oh, I see.
I start to clutch my phone in frustration.
I would recommend that you take care of Osano Najima first and then worry about (Y/N) later.
I shut off my phone after her last text message.
A new obstacle already? How should I take care of him?
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basically tony gives reader something that takes away their control over their body and makes them follow orders (experiment, it was consensual and reader offered). then they see a package that says "so good it'll make you want to dance on the roof" so they do. on of one of the tallest buildings in the city. so basically they're up there dancing and everyone's below them freaking out
"here you go, kid." tony handed bruce and i the drink with the "control juice" mixed in. he was testing it to see if he could actually control someone. i took it from him and gulped it down, shivering at the cold. bruce sipped his cautiously, wondering if it really worked.
"yeesh, next time don't make it quite so icy, tin man."
"speak for yourself kid, ice is nice." he paused, thinking. "hey! ice, nice, that rhymes!" he earned a snort from thor at the stupid dad joke, and turned to me grinning. "how ya feel?"
i rolled my eyes at him, then looked at my arms. "i don't feel any different than i did two minutes ago." i sniffled, looking at him. "i'm gonna go to the store and grab some costanzo rolls since-- *AHEM* --BUCKY didn't get any even though it was written on his arm."
"(Y/N)! i'm sorry! jesus!" the ex-assassin gave me a playful half-lidded glare, licking his lips at me.
"iM sOrRy, JeSuS!!" i retorted, hiding the soft blush that dusted my cheeks. "i'll be right back. steve, rhodey, you got babysitting duty." i snorted, hearing tony's noise of distress and steve's noise of protest. "i'll be back in twenty."
"yeah yeah, just hurry." i grabbed my sweatshirt (it was really bucky's, but i steal everyone's stuff if it fits me.) i threw on my cons and opened the door, heading out into the brightly lit, bustling city. "how can a place be so busy at night?" i wondered to myself.
i found the grocery store pretty easily. it wasn't too far away from avengers tower, and it was a small store, comfortable and safe. i quickly made my way to the rolls, picking up two bags. i turned to browse the other aisles for perhaps some chips, or a different snack, when it hit me. and it hit me hard.
all the sudden, i was on the inside looking out. i couldn't control my own hands, dropping the bags of rolls i held in each. i mentally panicked, but it didn't seem to do anything to my body. i moved through the aisles, looking for my next command, when i saw a box with a slogan that said "so good it'll make you want to dance on the roof!"
that seemed like a good idea.
back at the compound, steve started to get worried. "why are they taking so long? it's been almost an hour."
"not sure cap, but i think they'll be okay. my kid after all. knows how to fight for themselves." tony was tinkering with a little robot he'd made to wake (Y/N) up in the morning because it was so hard to.
"you know, i think your 'control juice' works, tony. bruce has been sitting here for a while, right after i told him to. that's not normal." nat's voice floated in from the other room, striking anxiety into tony's heart. "rhodey! turn on the news! (Y/N) is apparently on it."
rhodey grabbed the remote and turned the living room tv on, then tossed the remote to nat. "there you go."
on the screen was a live feed of a person dancing on a roof. a roof of a really tall building, and they were dancing right at the edge of it. "tonight we bring you the avenger's (Y/N), who seems to have lost their mind." the news reporter's voice faded out as tony focused in on the way they were dancing. "...we are trying to bring them down. more at 11."
"holy shit." steve whispered.
every single person in the room except for bruce looked at him and said "language!"
"oh my god, you guys are never gonna let that go." tony shook his head in response, and looked around the room. "we gotta go get my kid."
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i was panicking. my body moved like water, landing in all the right steps, but i held so much fear that i would fall. i could see red and blue lights flashing beneath me, their spotlight trained on me, but i couldn't stop moving. i wished that someone would come save me. i pulled myself into a backbend, feeling my spine pop every time i moved further. i cried out in mental pain, my body jolting. i immediately went limp, realising the effects of the juice were wearing off, but i could end up falling if i didn't just let it happen.
then something slammed into me a lot harder than i would've liked and i screamed. i heard sam's voice in my ear though, telling me it's just him, and felt relief flood through my veins. "holy shit sam, i can't move my legs."
"i know! the control juice works!" he yelled, finally landing on the ground outside the compound. i fell to my knees, right in front of bucky. he laughed.
"didn't know ya wanted it that bad, doll."
i groaned at him, rolling my eyes and taking sam's outstretched hand to help myself up. "uh-huh, you wish."
"i do, but we can all dream, huh."
"BUCKY!" i shrieked, laughing. "you can't just say that!"
"alright doll. but let's get you inside, your dad's having a coronary worrying about you."
"okay!" i replied. we went back inside. i was safe, and i could control my body again. now i just had to watch out for my dad's drinks.
#dad!tony stark#bucky barnes x you#sam wilson is my favorite avenger ever he and redwing can do no wrong#btw redwing is adorable and fuck you if you think otherwise#7 up tag#7-up tag#mcu x reader#mom!pepper potts#steve rogers
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SIX - MAGDA
Warnings: More sensitive topics, kind of a theme throughout this story.
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We reach the attic of Sophie's home. It is a much wider space than what I expected from an attic. It is also much homier. It sports a hardwood floor and a bone white wall, which is slanted up due to the shape of the roof. I glance around the room before looking back at Sophie and tell her, "It's perfect."
She smiles warmly. "Thank you, Magda. You know, I was wondering if you'd genuinely like it, since I know attics aren't necessarily the perfect place to stay, but..." I shake my head.
"No, no, it's quite all right, Sophie. If staying in an attic guarantees my survival, I'll do it."
"It's settled then. I'll get the place set up for you, and meanwhile you two can go downstairs and do whatever it is you want. Just don't leave the house or do anything suspicious. You don't want anyone to know what's going on in here, got it?" Her tone is almost motherly, yet there is a slight sternness to it.
"Of course." Sergei and I head down the stairs, leaving Sophie in the attic. She closes the door behind us. Once we get to the first floor, we head into the living room and sit on the couch beside the window.
"I think it was very nice of Sophie to give us a place to stay, don't you?" I ask the boy.
"I like her," he says, smiling.
"I like her, too," I reply. "She seems like a kind person."
"I wonder how long we'll stay here," Sergei questions. My smile falters as I remember that we are still in the war.
I sigh. "Honestly, I'm not sure, Sergei. It might be quite a while, but it also might not be. We don't know. Nobody knows. All we know is that the Allies have taken nearly all of France, if not all of it."
"That's good."
"It most definitely is."
"What will you do after the war?"
I pause before answering, "I don't know. Maybe go back to art school, head home. I might stay here, for all I know. I definitely plan on becoming a professional artist."
"What about your family?"
I am quiet for a few minutes. "I...I'm not sure what happened to them. They were taken to the Warsaw ghetto before I was sent to Dachau. I hid in our home for three days before I was arrested. My parents were sent to a labor camp in Rogoźnica, and my brother was deported directly to Auschwitz. I don't think he survived." I choke on the last sentence. Warm tears tread down my face. "I desperately want to see them again."
Sergei speaks up. "Stalin sent my father to the Gulag. I came to Dachau with Mama."
I wipe my tears with the back of my hand and force myself not to break into another crying fit. "What happened to her?"
"I don't know."
I bite my bottom lip as I feel more tears begin to form. I take a deep breath and turn back to look at Sergei.
"What do you think Sophie is up to?"
"Not sure. She said she was making our room."
"Yes. She did, didn't she?" A lightbulb went off in my head. "You don't think she'd mind if I went up to her room, do you?"
"She might."
"Well, I don't really think so. We are practically her children, after all. Wait right there."
I race up the stairs to the first floor and open the door to Sophie's bedroom. It is fairly disorganized, but it has a quaint air about it. I notice a wooden cabinet against the wall next to the bed. An oval mirror adorns the top of the cabinet, and various types of makeup are strewn in front of it.
Naturally, I decide to take advantage.
I run my tongue over my lips to moisten them before I apply the lipstick. It's a nice vermillion color, and I lean towards the mirror to make sure that I am putting it on properly. I go over my top teeth with my tongue in order to make sure that none of the lipstick stained them.
Then it's time for the blush. I choose a pale pink shade that looks good against my skin, and I take the brush, dust it with the powder, and brush over my cheeks in short strokes. I lean back and admire myself in the mirror after I am finished. I smile at the final product.
I had not worn makeup in months. It is refreshing for me to finally put it on again after a long period of repression. I feel like myself again.
I head back down the stairs to greet Sergei, who is still on the couch, and he looks up when he sees me.
"Magda, you look pretty!"
I smile and pat his head. "Thank you."
"Where did you get that?"
I lean in and whisper, "Don't tell Sophie, but I got it from her room."
His jaw drops. "You didn't steal, did you?"
I wink at him. "Kind of."
"You're not supposed to steal!"
"Technically, it wasn't stealing. But still, don't mention any of this to Sophie?"
"Don't mention any of what?"
At the sound of Sophie's voice, Sergei and I both look up to see her in the living room. She has a knowing smile on her face.
I tell Sergei, "I told you she would be fine with this."
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My legs dangled over the edge of the rooftop as I sat with my gaze fixated on the stars when I heard the door behind me open and I lazily turned to look over my shoulder at the person interrupting my thoughts only to find Bakugo standing there.
"Didn't know anyone else came up here."
"I have a hard time sleeping so far away from home, I come here to clear my thoughts, you?"
"Only quiet place with all those extras now living under the same roof." I nodded in understanding although I still didn't like that he calls them extras but at least he hadn't walked away at the first sight of me being here. I patted the spot next to me inviting him to sit. "No way, just seeing you that close to the edge makes me nervous enough."
"You do know I can basically fly right?"
"So can I but that's not the point." I chuckled but got up anyway and laid the blanket that was wrapped around my shoulders on the ground before laying down.
"This better?" He stared for a moment but ultimately sat down next to me on the banket. For a while it was quiet before I heard a heavy sigh and he gave in laying down.
"Not a word of this to anyone or I'll blow your face off." I smiled before pretending to zip my lips and then cross my heart.
"Got a lot on your mind?"
"Why should I tell you?"
"I'll take that as a yes. I can provide a distraction if you'd like."
"like what?"
"Say quirks didn't exist what would you do with your life?"
"Thats a stupid question who would want to live in a world without quirks?"
"Humor me."
"I dont know its not something I think about, i'm too focused on becoming a hero to indulge in pointless thoughts like that."
"Want my opinion?"
"Do I get a choice?"
"Nope, I think you'd make a good firefighter, think about it. You'd still be saving people and it involves a lot of physical strength which I know would be appealing to you because it gives you a goal and something to work at becoming the best of."
"For someone with such poor test scores you make a lot of sense."
"I'm really not that much lower than you but thank you anyway."
"tch, whatever.'' After that we sat in silence again just looking at the stars. The longer we laid there together the harder it was to stop myself from thinking dangerous thoughts and remind myself that we are only here together because we just happened to have the same spot to think, that he would much rather be by himself right now and me being here was probably more annoying than comforting, but our closeness made me realize just how much warmth he gave off and I wondered what it would feel like if he held me close. The soft breaths he made were so much different than how he usually acted and it made me pitcher a much calmer side to him that no one got to see. His body was so much bigger than mine, he'd probably have to lean down quite a bit to kiss me even if I stood on my toes.
"Doctor." he said, simply snapping me from my thoughts and I leaned up a little to look at him better.
"What?" he turned his head to look at me.
"You'd be a doctor, a surgeon specifically. You'd still be helping people and while it's not moving shit with your mind it takes the same kind of concentration that your quirk does. Plus you're not afraid of blood. You made that very clear when you helped patch up the nerd that night in the woods. Surgeons also have to be able to think quickly in stressful situations and you proved that you could do that during your final exam. You also always seem to be patching people up when they get hurt, like when the U.S.J was attacked you helped shitty hair after he was an idiot and didn't use his quirk and got that cut. So yeah you'd be a surgeon ." I was shocked into silence for long enough that he mimicked my pose and moved to sit up. "What's with the stupid look on your face?"
"I just didn't realize you paid that much attention."
"psh, it's not like I was really paying attention to you specifically, hero's have to be observant or they die."
"Right, you're right, um '' I stood up and dusted myself off quickly. "I'm gonna head to bed, have a goodnight i'll see you in class tomorrow.'' I started to walk away when he stopped me by grabbing my ankle.
"What about your blanket?"
"You can use it, just give it back to me when you get the chance." and before he could say anything I was already heading back down the stairs with only one thought on mind as I rushed back to my room. He was looking at me the way I look at the stars.
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