#scarlett's ask box

[walkingaftermidnight07]

CHAIN OF THORNS ONESHOT REQUESTS

*spoilers ahead*

ok its official its happening im going to write some fix-it oneshots for chain of thorns because we all need this

my plan to write one abt kit's family after all that shit went down, but i am opening up my ask box to requests for oneshots relating to this book and also comments or reblogs on this post

(if you give me a suggestion PLZ BE SPECIFIC ABT WHAT YOU WANT dont just say "so and so content" be SPECIFIC and also preferably tell me what pov you would like it from and any other information abt it that you want bc whenever i get requests they are very vague and i need something specific plz)

(also no smut plz and thank you)

[lunastars21]

Wait, there's a Dark Mobius au? As in, Archie's Dark Mobius? The one where Bark talks, Bean's dating Bunnie, and Fang/Nack's first appearance was his lifeless corpse hanging from a wall?

... Can we hear about your version?

I was about to go to sleep but WHO NEEDS THAT, ABSOLUTELY I WILL TALK ABOUT MY BOYS

My version of the dark mobius universe is basically the same but different in a way!

Instead of Fang being a lifeless Corpse all the way through, he's actually one of the first cores to be saved and returned back to his body. While enerjak was being a cocky asshole, the Dark freedom fighters realize that he's only mainly focusing on jani-ca, his own daughter, once this was realized the group finally start a rescue operation to at least get one body and core. Jani-Ca will act like she's on an important mission to maybe find a weak point of enerjak with the sword of acorns with Cutlass and Payback, While everyone else sneaks into his lair to retrieve a body, when jani-ca has enerjak use the corse he collected, she focuses on defeating a prelate and taking the core quickly before Enerjak does. This core is coincidentally Fang's (who goes by Nack in this Au), the plan actually works and Enerjak uses his other prelates to chase after her, but Cutlass and Payback blind him and they easily escape, once giving the other group the information they quickly get Fang's body out of its prison, Demo promising the other lifeless souls that they will be back for them all soon and quickly flee before enerjak comes back. Once both core and the body are together, Jani-ca focuses her power on the sword and fuses the two back together. Fang became whole again and eventually woke up, looking different than when the group last saw him.

Before Enerjak's attack, Fang was..well fang, instead teamed up with a Bark who talks and a Bean who is older than his prime self, Fang gave the dark freedom fighters the duo as he thought it was better (and safer) for them to be with the team. As he went to go get the sword of Acorns and watch Downunda sink by enerjak. He was then attacked by prelates as he was heading to the location where jani-ca dropped his pay. But when she got there, all she saw was the sword. Eventually, she was attacked by Fang's prelate form. Now freed from that, Fang has Scars on his back, the bridge of his snout, and his ear, showing that if the prelates are damaged, they get scars on their original bodies. Thankfully, never killed, but the marks of their time as a prelate are still there. He's also more paranoid and less of an asshole, he's actually more friendly and optimistic, considering becoming a prelate is basically purgatory between life and death, he now values life and is all on board to helping the others free everyone else than just for pay.

Demo Duck was definitely confused seeing this New Fang but was all for it, Blockbuster was the same but couldn't help but know under that smile was fear of facing enerjak again, so Him and Fang usually have a cup of tea to relax every now an then.

Now for some minor little facts:

- Scarlette and Demo are still a thing, as I got into these freedom fighters before I even read archie, so I thought this concept was interesting, and Cutlass was more of an older brother figure to scarlette instead in this universe. (I do ship bunnies an Antoine in prime universe, but I do like how this older bean is protective and shows his insanity side whenever scarlette is in danger.)

- In Ian's first version of dark mobius, Other M (a Fan comic), Dagger's Family was killed by Fang, but here in dark mobius, his family is never mentioned so most likely enerjak took their cores. Dagger and Fang argue with each other, though, to reference their old rivalry, but are more like Brothers who constantly wrestle each other but have a bonding moment over kicking this echidna's ass.

- Other M is an erased universe that doesn't really connect to my version of Dark mobius, but some of these characters get nightmares of that universe, as it was how they used to be possibly, They all agree to be better and think when against enerjak this time, not needing to rely on a speedful or time traveling hedgehog. The only one who doesn't have these nightmares is Jani-ca as she wasn't in the original comic. Hell, she didn't even exist yet, I'm sure, so she keeps everyone's sanity in check.

- Demo is more rude and takes more of Fang's prime personality, but does show a soft side. He isn't a leader or planner like his other M counterpart, and enjoys pissing off his fellow freedom fighters. But at the end of the day he does encourage the group to have courage during these battles, and enjoys launching himself at enemies to create beautiful explosions!

- Cutlass taught Jani-ca how to use swords as she is planned to hold the sword of acorns to battle enerjak, while Blockbuster is the mentor of having a piece of mind and being calm In a situation, Cutlass is the mentor of quick reaction times, especially when confronting enerjak.

- From oldest to youngest

Blockbuster: 29

Cutlass: 27

Payback: 27

Dagger: 26

Fang/Nack: 25

Jani-Ca: 25

Scarlette: 24

Demo Duck: 24

- Corsen is in this AU but her Core has been taken and is also a prelate. Fang told Jani-ca to promise him to take care of her as he went to go get the sword, she promised, a few weeks later after he became a prelate however, the group got cornered by enerjak and his army. Jani-ca, having no choice in the matter, Sacrifices Corsen as bait while tricking her for a false plan so everyone can get away. Demo and Blockbuster didn't know as they were ahead leading the way, and jani-ca stopped Corsen while fleeing with the group, which explains why she was the last to show up. She only told the freedom fighters that Corsen stayed back to hold them off on her own accord, when in reality that wasn't the case. Jani-ca doesn't have the guts to tell Fang and told him the false version as well. Hoping to free Corsen last to stay away from telling the truth... But Fang will figure it out and not be too happy with the decision.

- Dark Mobius Corsen's outfit is just Jotaro Kujo's outfit

And that's all for now! If you guys have any questions on my version of Dark mobius, feel free to ask!!! I don't mind answering, and I've adopted the dark freedom fighters as well! ^^

Dark Mobius ^

Other M ^

(Can ya tell the fan comic itself is old '^^

[zablife]

Fun question: what topics do you think Scarlet, Heaven, Polly, and Eva would discuss if they went for Afternoon Tea together.

That's an excellent query, darling! I have to say that I love the idea of these ladies spending time together without husbands or children to interrupt them. I imagine no topic of conversation is off limits and they pour whisky or gin as often as tea. When visiting Arrow House, they might use a tea set which looks like this, something Eva would surely approve of. I'll share a few snippets of dialogue that came to me as I imagined their gatherings. I won't tell you who said what so you might have the pleasure of guessing. @evita-shelby, @call-sign-shark I'd love to hear your thoughts as well. Anything to add to this little party?

🫖 "That was her first husband who died in an explosion, but it's all for the best. He was French after all....No offense, Heaven."

🫖 "No, it's not exactly new. The blade is from an old knife, but he carved the handle himself. I love it because it fits nicely in my boot."

🫖 "Now that the children are older we can go away more. I have a holiday planned next month and we'll do nothing except fuck."

🫖 "I had no choice, but to fire her! The little slut. She was flirting with him so I told her to pack her shit and go. We don't need a maid anyway."

[dynamic-k]

BEAUTIFUL PERSON AWARD! Once you are given this award you're supposed to paste it in the asks of 8 people you adore! Absolutely no pressure but it's sweet to know someone thinks you're beautiful inside and out ❤

:D Thank you, Anon!! <3

[scarlettearrowrites]

Ma'am where's the link

Go have fun!

[freeabortionslol]

Injury Report (quinn hughes x actress!reader)

summary: fluff!! childhood bsfs to lovers, mutual pining, you go to a Canucks game during one of your free days to see your best friend, quinn hughes play. unfortunately the game results in a knee sprain. you and quinn go back to your house where you take care of him, and he realizes he can't spend another day without you.

warnings!! baby fever, domesticity, injury (knee sprain), makeout, kinda suggestive

a/n why is the reader always an actress? why are they always best friends to lovers? why is the team always playing the ducks? idk man leave me alone

wc: 4.4k

It was supposed to be a good night, at least a normal one. That’s what you thought as you were sitting up in the box seats with your hair curled as you smiled wide in Quinn’s jersey. Ellen and Jim were tucked away in New Jersey to see Jack and Luke, so you took it upon yourself to go see Quinn play. It was an away game in Anaheim, and you just happen to have a small home in Los Angeles, so you thought it would be the perfect time to go to a game. You and Quinn had planned this about a month out, realizing the game fell during a week where you had absolutely nothing going on. It was rare to have these moments considering you���re constantly working on new projects, but you were more than happy to spend that time with Quinn. You were cozied up in between Bella Boeser and Natalie Miller, watching as Natalie tried to tame her small children. One of her daughters, Scarlett, sat in front of you staring as you spoke with Bella about the latest fashion trends.

“Do you really have super powers?” Scarlett cut off your conversation, referring to your role in the marvel films.

“Man, I wish! I just play pretend for the movies.” You shifted your focus to the small blonde girl who was sitting in front of you. In her eyes you could see the infatuation she had for you. You let your attention slip away from the game as this little girl asked you question after question. No doubt you had serious baby fever. It was hard not to when Natalie and J.T somehow made the most well behaved children on the planet.

“Who's your favorite player on the team?”

“Ooh probably Quinn Hughes because he’s one of my best friends, but your dad is pretty cool too.”

“Um, did you know that um Mr. Quinn has um two other brothers that play hockey too?” her T’s coming out as D’s.

“Yes I did! I’m also very good friends with Jack and Luke.”

“Do you like the brothers teams better or daddy’s team with um Mr. Quinn?”

“That's tough. I can’t pick or they’ll all get mad at me, but tonight I'm a Canucks fan.”

You didn’t know at the time, but while you were in deep conversation with Scarlett, the stadium's camera panned to you. This was always bound to happen whenever you went to one of the boy’s games, considering you were an A list actress with an impressive catalog. Quinn, who had just gotten off the ice, shifted his attention to the screen above him and he couldn’t help but smile at the sight of you being so gentle with the little girl. He was so hopelessly in love with you and everyone knew it, except for you. Watching you being so good to the small child made his mind create the scenario of you being the mother of his own children. It’s all he’s ever wanted, but the dynamic between the two of you always made him hesitant. Worried that it might create tension between himself and his brothers. Unfortunately for him, the tv camera quickly shifted to the smile he wore while watching you. The media was constantly trying to conjure up stories about the two of you. That you were secretly dating, hookup buddies, engaged, pregnant, but the sad truth is that the two of you had always just been friends. You and Quinn weren’t the type of people to talk about each other to the media, so you always left it up to the people to keep guessing. All they knew was that the two of you grew up together, and the rest was up to their imagination. 

“Hey! That’s my kid!” J.T yelled, pulling Quinn from his trance. “And my wife!” He waved up at the screen. “Wait, why are they showing my family?” Quinn’s attention was still on the screen, focused on the woman who was now cut slightly out of frame as Scarlett climbed into Natalie’s lap.

“Look who’s next to em.” Quinn pointed to the screen causing the realization to hit J.T.

“Oh! It’s little miss Movie Star.” He nudged Quinn’s shoulder “Huggy bear’s bunny.”

“She’s not my bunny. She’s just a good friend.” Just. The word stung as it came out of his mouth. He didn’t want to be just a good friend, he wanted to be your person.

The game continued as normal now five minutes into the second period. You sipped on a terrible IPA that Bella grabbed for you, as you attempted to fix the beanie on top of your curled hair. You weren’t too nervous about tonight considering the Canucks were on a winning streak and were already leading 3-0 with Quinn scoring one goal. The feel of the night made you wish you could do this all the time. You wished to be wearing Quinn’s jersey in a way that said “He is mine. I love him and I claim myself as his.” instead of in a “I’m a famous actress who just wanted to go to a hockey game and I didn’t have anything to wear so I wore your jersey because we're friends.” way. You watched as the small children focused on the ice from the barrier in awe, casually throwing out a “Mommy, look at how fast daddy skated!” You wanted little hockey stars and movie stars to watch Quinn skate on the ice every night. You let your mind drag you to a world where you became a Canucks WAG, had your own last name on the back of your jersey, sitting back as your children cheered on their dad from the box. They would probably have the signature Hughes chestnut colored hair and striking smile. You wondered if they would want to be a hockey player like their dad, or an actress like their mom. You were kidding yourself knowing damn well that Quinn would have those kids on the ice before they could even walk. You let yourself get wrapped in the imagery of white picket fences and family dinners with Quinn, you almost missed the moment that shifted your entire night. 

You heard a loud bang and several “Oooh”s from the box, and looked down to see Quinn kneeling on the ice. He was in the neutral zone with the puck when one of the Ducks slammed their body directly into him causing him to fly over another player's back, landing legs first onto the ice. You immediately sprung from your seat, hand covering your mouth, as you made your way toward the barrier. You placed your free hand on the rail, leaning as far out as possible. Your heart began to race and your eyes filled with tears of shock as you watched the scene before you. As he tried to get up, Quinn’s face shifted from disgruntled to agonized in an instant. You felt a lump in your throat watching as he couldn’t manage to lift himself from the ground. You’d never seen him so hurt. His face tightened as he kept trying to pull himself up. You wished you were closer so you could scream at him to stop, but he was never one to throw in the towel. He was clearly trying to convince himself that he could get up and keep playing, but his body was failing. A mix of terror and sadness creeped through your entire body as the trainers pulled him from the ice. You stayed silent watching him disappear to the locker room, each breath shakier than the last. The media was going to have a field day with the shot of tears in your eyes watching him leave, but you weren’t thinking about that at this moment. Natalie walked over to you, placing a hand on your back to try and reassure you that he would be okay, as she guided you back to your seat. You couldn’t speak and frankly you didn’t want to. You didn’t even know what to say because everything you wanted to pour out was suggestive to the fact that you were really in love with him. 

The game was now 7 minutes into the third period, and Quinn has yet to emerge from the locker room. At this point, you assumed he wasn’t coming out at all. You sat back in your seat still staying silent as you anxiously watched the game in front of you. Your mind kept drifting to the sight of Quinn broken down on the ice like that. He was in so much pain and your fears heightened as you glanced back to the memory of him not being able to lift himself from the ground. You couldn’t just sit there waiting for an answer any longer, so you decided to pull out your phone in the hopes that maybe Quinn had his in hand. Your fingers shaking as you carefully typed out a message.

You: hey i dont know if you have your phone or not but im just really worried. are you okay? please please please tell me it’s not something serious?

quinny <3: Miss me on the ice? Bet the game is boring without me.

You: OMG YOURE ALIVE whats wrong? is it bad??

quinny <3: Luckily, I didn’t break anything. I sprained my knee. I'll be out for 2-4 weeks. The pain isn’t too terrible at the moment thanks to the meds they gave me.

You: meds?

quinny <3: Advil. Meet me outside the locker room after the game. 

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The Canucks won 5-2 without Quinn on the ice. Now, you stood outside the locker room with Bella and Natalie, waiting anxiously for him to walk out. Brock came out first, giving you reassurances that Quinn would be alright before walking out with Bella, hand in hand. J.T arrived next, swooping his two daughters off the ground after greeting his wife with a victory kiss. He teased you about the way Quinn smiled at you when you were on the screen. Natalie sent him a slap to his chest and the family made their way out. It was only you left standing. All the other players had exited along with their families. You tapped your foot on the carpet below you, pulling your phone out to the time every couple seconds. Finally, your gaze caught Quinn’s as he walked out of the doors with crutches at his side and a brace on his knee. His eyes soften at the sight of you.

“Hey, Quinny.” Your tender voice trembling out at the sight of his injured knee.

“Hey Y/n/n” He says before placing his crutches against the wall to bring you into a tight embrace. You stuffed your face into the crook of his neck, getting a whiff of his designer cologne. His grip on your waist tightened at the comfortability of your touch. You moved your head to rest on the soft fabric of his hoodie as you gave him one final squeeze. As you pulled back, hands resting on his arms, you caught a slight smirk on his face.

“Nice jersey. That mine or yours?”

“Might’ve maybe stolen it last time I was at your place.” Your smile widened as he let out a soft chuckle.

“Was wondering where that went.” He grabbed the crutches from off the wall, leaving your touch. You stared at him and grew a frown at the thought of him being in pain. When he was settled you grabbed his hand, subtly rubbing against his fingers.

“I was so scared, Quinn.” You gave him an empathy filled half smile.

“Yeah, I know.” His eyebrows raised as he reached towards his back pocket to grab his phone. He quickly handed it to you so you could see the photo of you in the box with the caption “Y/n L/n in tears after Quinn Hughes’ injury” Your mouth gaped open as you underestimated how quick they would be “That’s the official NHL instagram account, by the way.” He laughed as you stared down at the phone. He quickly snatched the phone from your grip when he caught you looking through the comment section. “Nope. Not doing that.”

“Hey I was still looking.” You protested, crossing your arms.

“No, because when you read the comments you get all sad, and then you cry, and then I have to comfort you.”

“You don’t like comforting me?” You tilted your head to the side with a fake frown.

“That’s not what I meant. I would just much rather hang out with the happy version of you.” He gave you a soft smile as he squeezed your hand. “I don’t mean to be pushy, but I was promised a bed tonight.”

“Alright then” You laughed and turned your body towards the exit “Onward we go captain!” Quinn’s hand left yours as the two of you exited the arena

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Arriving at your small, cozy home in LA you quickly raced to the door to hold it open for Quinn. Faint noises from the city rang through your ears as he slowly pulled himself towards the door in silence. You couldn’t help but frown at the state he was currently in. You shut the door behind him, taking in the scent of your fresh linen candle. You walked over to the back porch to crack it lightly, allowing the fresh California air to fill the small home. You turned around to find Quinn making his way to the kitchen.

“No no no.” You quickly walked to him and grabbed his shoulders to lead him to the couch. “You need to rest.”

“Y/n I’m fine, seriously.” He protested as you pushed him closer to the cushions. He took his spot sitting on the couch, placing the crutches on the ground as you stared at him on your feet.

“Let me take care of you, please.” His gaze shifted towards the back porch. “Do you want food?” Your hands on your hips as you gave him a stern look. He sighed as his eyes softened, looking back at you accepting defeat. 

“What do you have?” He shifted his position to where he was laying on his side to face you, kicking off his shoes.

“Frozen pizza?” You asked quietly, brushing his hair back with your fingers. He leaned into your touch, nudging his head closer to your hand.

“Sounds good to me.” He gave you a soft smile, watching as you removed your hand from his hair walking towards the kitchen. He picked the remote from off the coffee table, his gaze still centered on you, as you reached for the pizza in the fridge. He laughed quietly to himself watching you prepare him food in his jersey. He wanted this to be every night for him, coming home to see your face after a bad game. He admired the way your highlighter beamed off your cheekbones from the soft glow of the sink light. You began preheating the oven while he turned his focus to the tv in front of him. Quickly turning on The Office, knowing you’d seen it a million times, so you would be okay with having conversations with him during the show. You made your way back to the couch, stopping at your tracks in front of him, giving him a good stare while the TV played softly in the background.

“Can I help you?” He laughed watching you stand directly in front of him.

“Do you have a shirt I can wear?” You asked, squinting your eyes at him.

“This is your house. I know you have your own shirt.” He smiled looking up at you.

“Not any comfy ones! All my good clothes are in New York. You know I'm never here.” You huffed out crossing your arms. Quinn let his head hang in defeat, pointing at the bag towards the door. He moved his head to prop on the arm of the couch to watch you walk to his bag. He stared with a soft smile as you unzipped the bag, finding his white tee with a blue Canucks logo in the top corner. It was one of his favorites and he knew he wasn’t getting back. He admired your figure as you brought the shirt to your chest to see how it would fit you. What he didn’t expect you to do, was rip off your jersey right there at the entryway. The sight of you in only a bra and leggings made his heart drop and his face pink. He quickly turned his attention back to the TV, propping his head up with his hand. He glanced at you in his peripheral vision, trying his hardest not to look. Were you doing this on purpose? He didn’t know, but if you were, it was killing him. He glanced as you pulled the shirt over your head, pulling your leggings off to leave yourself in only your underwear. You decided that since the shirt cut just above your knees, there was no need to put in a pair of shorts. You left your clothes on the floor and made your way back to the couch where Quinn was sitting. His face flushed as he stared at the screen in front of him. You took your spot on the other end of the couch, lying down and letting your legs tangle in his. Your eyes were locked on the TV, but Quinn was only watching you. Admiring the way you looked, the way his heart dropped every time you shuffled your legs, and thinking back on the sight of you half naked in front of him. The two of you stayed in this spot for a while, with you getting up to put the pizza in the oven, and then again to get it out. As you walked back to him with two plates in hand, his mind was only on the fact that you had no pants on under his T-shirt so casually in front of him. 

“Thanks, Movie Star.” He grinned wide as you handed him the plate. The two of you sat up, close to each other but not touching, as you ate. “Seriously, I mean. For taking care of me.” He nudged your shoulder, as you leaned into his touch letting your head fall to his bicep.

“Anything for you, Quinny.” He laughed at your comment as you took another bite of your pizza. The two of you sat in silence, finishing every last bite of your pizza. Well, you ate it up to the crust and Quinn stole the leftovers from off your plate. When you both finished, you brought both plates to the kitchen to set them down in the sink. Quinn shifted his position back to lying down as you returned empty handed. So very naturally, you made your way back to the living room, lying down in between him and the back of the couch. You rested your head on his chest and wrapped your arms around his torso. He maneuvered himself so he was able to place his arm around your back. You and Quinn had been in this position before, it was normal for you to cuddle up with each other when you watched TV. Tonight however, things felt different. Like there was a new found spark between the two of you. Quinn felt his nerves tense up in a way they had never before as you played with the bottom of his hoodie, your fingers slightly brushing against his bare skin. You could feel his heart beating against your ear which was always bound to make your body relax against him. You shifted the attention of your fingers from his hoodie down to his knee. Your touch grazed over the brace, a feeling of pity washed over you.

“Does it hurt?” You asked quietly, your eyes never leaving his knee.

“No. It’s not too bad. I’ve dealt with worse.” He let out a soft chuckle. “What’s gonna get me is the fact that I can’t play, but i’d like to distract myself from that right now.” He took your hand in his, moving from the brace back up to his side. Your thumb rubbed the soft fabric of his hoodie back and forth as you took in the scent of his laundry detergent. His hand lightly tracing up and down your back while the two of you watched the TV. You melted into his touch, having to fight the urge to keep your eyes open as he tickled your back in such a comfortable way. You moved yourself slightly, to where you were now lying on his shoulder. Your head was tucked into the crook of his neck, his beard subtly scratching your forehead as he tightened his hold on you, bringing you closer to his body. 

“I love you, Quinn.” you murmured softly.

“I love you too.” He nuzzled his head in closer to yours. It made you sad, but it shouldn’t. He loves you, but he doesn’t love you in the way that you want him to. You carefully played with the strings of his hoodie as he absentmindedly leaned into your touch further. The two of you let the show play, not saying a word to each other. Just appreciating the peaceful moment. It caused Quinn to realize that he couldn’t play pretend anymore. He couldn’t keep acting like there was nothing between the two of you, because there most definitely was. He knew he wanted to marry you, have children with you, see your beautiful face at every Canucks game, and have every night be exactly like this. He wanted to spend the rest of his life with you, and he wanted the rest of his life to start now.

“Are you asleep?” He asked quietly, part of him hoping you were.

“Almost.” You nuzzled deeper into his neck

“Well, wake up. I got some things I want to tell you.” His voice was shaky, knowing that he was about to indulge in his childhood fantasies, or ruin a 15 year long friendship. You shifted yourself up looking down at him. Your hands on either side of his body.

“What’s on your mind Quinnifer?” You asked innocently, blissfully unaware of what was about to come. Quinn let out a long sigh, throwing his head back before looking back at you. Seeing you in this light, in his t-shirt, you looked more beautiful than any other woman he’s ever seen. He thought for a moment about saying nevermind, but he was already locked in to his plan at this point.

“Do you remember that time we both went to that gala in New York two years ago?”

“Mhm.” You nodded your head, still not understanding the situation.

“We went separately. Each of us dateless.” you laughed, making his face blush at the sound. “I walked into the room which was so crowded. Mostly with women, and Brock was teasing me asking which one I was gonna bring home that night.” He took your hand in his as you crinkled your nose. “But my eyes were only searching for you in the sea full of people, and when I finally found you standing by the bar in your silky navy blue dress, I thought none of these women compare.” Your face quickly turned red, your heart beating fast as you realized what he was getting at. “You were the most beautiful woman in the entire room. I stared at you for as long as I could before you caught me and ran over. You basically leapt into my arms and said…”

“Are you here with a date? Cool. Me neither. You’re my date now.” You finished his sentence, letting out a small nervous laugh.

“Let me finish!” He scolded with a smile. “When you placed your hand in the crook of my arm, that was the moment I knew I was in love with you.” Your face grew a shocked expression. Butterflies swarmed throughout your stomach, not expecting him to be this direct. You also had no idea that he felt this way, and it was the most blissful surprise you’ve ever received.

“Quinn, I-” you started but he quickly cut you off.

“Y/n, I wanna be your person.” A small smile grew across your face. “I don’t want to be ‘best friend Quinn’ anymore. I wanna be ‘boyfriend Quinn’. I want to spend the rest of my life with you, and I'm sorry if this is weird o-or if it makes you uncomfortable, but it’s the truth.” You cupped his face, hinting at his nervousness. “I just love you so much, and I can’t keep pretending I don’t. It actually pains me to walk around telling people that I'm just your friend.” You bit your lip, smile growing wider. “Oh and by the way, you're an asshole for taking your shirt off in front of me like that.” Your mouth gaped open and you started laughing. “Do you know how hard it was not to look?” His voice grew from anxious to relieved at your reaction to his speech. You moved in closer, now with each of your legs on either side of his body.

“Does it make me evil if I told you I did it on purpose?” You scrunch your nose. 

“Yes!” He laughed making you laugh along with him. You nervously began playing with the strings of his hoodie, his hands moving to your waist.

“Quinn, I’ve waited for you to say those words since the day you taught me how to drive the boat in eighth grade.” His smile grew wide in relief pulling you in closer. Your faces now only inches apart. “Can I kiss you now?”

“Please.” He said eagerly as you closed the space between the two of you. Melting into his lips immediately, the kiss was one that had clearly been held back for far too long. His hands squeezed your waist while yours ran up through his soft hair. You parted your lips slightly, allowing his tongue to enter your mouth. You let out a soft moan at the feel of his hands moving down to your ass, a touch that you’ve wanted for so long, but could never express. You both pulled back, resting your foreheads against each other. The sound of the TV drowned out by the heavy breathing from the two of you. Quinn managed to steal one last peck from you, moving one of his hands up to cup your face.

“I love you so much, Quinn.”

“I love you, Y/n.”

[please-destroy]

Afterglow

Scarlett Johansson x Reader

Word Count: 4k

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‘It’s nothing.’ Scarlett defended. Her hand dropped from her lower back. She stood straighter. You dropped your eyes to the floor at her tone, heat crawled up your neck.

It wasn’t nothing. 

You’d only been hired as her assistant a month ago, but you knew it wasn’t nothing.

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You didn’t meet her in person until after you’d gotten the job. 

At your interview, conducted over zoom, Scarlett Johansson had explained her skin-care line would be launching before the end of the year. She’d detailed the lengthy list of job responsibilities with an edge to her voice. Even through the screen, you’d caught the challenge in the tilt of her chin. 

The unspoken dare. If it was too much for you, back out now.

You only smiled.

‘I’d love the opportunity.’ You told her sincerely.

Scarlett’s eyebrow raised. For a moment, you thought you saw a sparkle of humour in her eye. Then, the tension returned.

‘I’ll be in touch.’ She told you, ending the call before you could respond again.

The job contract, the NDA and the practicalities of relocating for your new job took two weeks. 

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There was something Scarlett did not mention on the phone. 

You knocked on her door on the first day. 

You’d already been let through security checks at the gate. You knew you were expected.

Scarlett opened the door. 

You were anticipating her to be very tired, exhausted even. Scarlett was currently on a virtual press tour for her new movie. 

You were not expecting her to be so.

Pregnant.

Scarlett’s face was smooth, except for subtle lines of tension around her eyes. She waited, holding the door ajar, daring you to comment. 

You glanced at the cardboard boxes lining the hallway behind her. 

‘How can I help?’ You asked, feeling your senses come back to you. 

You followed Scarlett through to her own kitchen. Even walking behind her, you felt in awe. You savoured the moment out of her sight to let the shock of her pregnancy run through you.

No-one knew.

You’d been watching her press junket interviews for the past few days, calling it work prep. There had been no indication. No hint at all.

You tried to wipe your expression blank again when Scarlett next turned to face you. The same warning was written across her face. You let a belated congratulations die in your throat.

‘I have a busy day.’ She told you in a tight voice. ‘I have video interviews scheduled back to back.’

You gave a silent nod. Scarlett gestured to yet another taped cardboard box sitting on her kitchen counter. 

‘I need to move him out.’ She continued. 

You kept your face frozen. Colin Jost, your mind supplied helpfully. You’d been researching your boss, more work prep.

‘I need you to move him out.’ Scarlett corrected herself. She gave you an assessing look. Disappointment swirled in her eyes as she took in your stunned reaction.

You snapped back to the moment. 

‘Of course.’ You murmured, trying to calm your reeling mind. You moved over to the kitchen counter and the box.

Scarlett stepped away from your advance automatically, heading over to the door. 

The distrust in her body language trickled over you. You blushed in embarrassment.

‘The NDA.’ She reminded you bluntly, voice rasping. 

‘The iron clad one I signed?’ You asked, voice too innocent.

For a moment, a hint of humour sparkled in Scarlett’s eye. Exhaustion cut through it quickly. 

‘I’ll be back later.’ She told you evenly, before she left the room.

When she was gone, you nearly had a panic attack. 

Standing alone in her kitchen, staring at a box of her ex’s belongings. 

Scarlett Johansson was beautiful. You closed your eyes and knew she was embedded in your brain. 

It didn’t matter. 

The box was heavy as you lugged it through to sit with the others in the hallway. You walked through her house numbly, searching out more cardboard boxes. You avoided only the room that you could hear her laughing in. You found half a dozen more heavy boxes. 

Back breaking work on your first day should have been a red flag.

Still, you’d never had a pregnant boss before. You found yourself grateful that you’d been designated the task. You didn’t like to think of her doing it herself. 

You spent the next half hour pacing unsurely around the kitchen. At last, Scarlett came through at lunchtime. 

There was nothing subtle about her exhaustion or tension now. Her hair was tied back, it made her look drawn. 

A buildup of questions fell from your mouth before you could help it.

‘Can I get you something to eat? Who should I call about the boxes? Is there anything else I can do?’

Scarlett stared at you for a moment in the doorway. You watched her exhale in frustration. Alarm flared inside you.

‘I don’t have time for lunch. I have back to back interviews.’ She told you, voice simmering. ‘If it’s not in front of me right now, I don’t have time to eat it. I assumed that was clear.’

An apology caught in your throat as she unlocked and slid her phone across the now bare kitchen counter. 

‘He’s my last missed call.’ She told you bluntly. ‘Tell him to pick the boxes up.’

You nodded nervously, searching for the contact hurriedly. 

Scarlett moved to the fridge.

She stared at the contents with a kind of misery that told you how hungry she was.

Her expectation that you’d have known to prepare lunch was unreasonable, but you still felt awful.

‘I’m sorry.’ You squeaked out before she left again. 

Scarlett gave you a wry smile, it didn’t meet her eyes. 

‘I’m fat enough already.’ She shrugged, nodding down at the bump.

Your chest felt hollow with her joke, her final acknowledgement of the pregnancy. 

Colin Jost answered the call immediately. This was not surprising. There were fourteen missed calls from him on Scarlett’s phone. 

‘Scarlett.’ He sounded relieved. 

‘This is Scarlett’s assistant.’ You cut in immediately, not wanting there to be any confusion. 

You arranged for the boxes to be collected that afternoon by his own assistant. 

Impossibly, Colin had sounded tenser than Scarlett had. Guilt had dripped from his words and you didn’t want to imagine why.

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You were dismissed when Scarlett next left her office. 

This time, you hovered at the foot of the stairs. Scarlett was notably ungainly as she walked down them, hand gripping the railing. 

Your heart caught in your mouth with a panicked premonition of her falling. Scarlett was very pregnant. Her centre of balance was clearly off. 

You moved to climb the stairs, ready to help before you could think it through. 

Scarlett froze midway down. 

Her eyes flashed dangerously at your presumption.

Cautiously, you backed down from the stairs.

‘My daughter will be home soon.’ She informed you, in the same blunt tone as earlier. ‘You can go now.’

You nodded silently, not admitting that you’d snuck a look at her schedule whilst her phone was unlocked. 

Scarlett gave a careful sigh then. You glanced up at her, still several steps above you on the staircase. 

‘I should have been more prepared for today.’ She admitted suddenly, shifting slightly with the discomfort of standing. ‘I’ll call you in the morning.’

‘Okay.’ You said simply, not sure where you stood at the end of your first day.

You left the house. You ignored curious texts from friends wondering about your new mysterious job. You ignored the fact that, all things considered, your new boss had not been fair to you at all.

Instead, you wished desperately that you’d been brave enough to insist on making her dinner.

That night in bed, you stared up at your ceiling, trying to imagine what the next day would bring.

The next morning, with not nearly enough sleep, you found out.

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It did not take you long to become good at your job. If you were being honest, this was because you thought of little else.

Your job had two main parts. 

The things you were asked to do. 

The things you were not asked to do. 

You excelled at the first but you lived for the second.

Scarlett’s calendar was colour coded within the first week. You parsed through various scheduled appointments, altering as many as you could so they didn’t overlap with her time with her daughter. 

You didn’t expect recognition for it. You lived for the small smile Scarlett gave when she checked her phone and saw the afternoon clear yet again.

Her favourite lunch was chicken salad. Soon enough, you could’ve prepared it in your sleep. 

Scarlett never thanked you directly. 

You didn’t need her to. Her voice softened towards you. You thought about it at night. You thought about a lot of things you shouldn’t.

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You never touched Scarlett. 

Not that you were expecting to. 

A flush crawled up your neck every morning just from looking at her. You couldn’t get used to being close to someone so beautiful.

But, you didn’t even touch Scarlett in passing. You brought her lunch up to her office every day. Every day, she would lean subtly away from you as you put the plate on her desk. 

You would hear her breath catch in discomfort. She radiated tension at your proximity.

You tried not to let it bother you. You hoped desperately that she couldn’t see your crush, even though it felt painted on your skin.

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And then, one morning, Scarlett met you impatiently at the front door. Her hair was tied back neatly. You understood the visual clues immediately. She had a professional meeting scheduled soon. You remembered her talking about potential investors the day before.

‘I have a call this morning.’ Scarlett confirmed, matter of factly. ‘I’m already late and I need you to take notes.’ 

You nodded, eyes widening in surprise. This was not usual. Scarlett’s office door stayed shut for most of the day, and you didn’t disturb her when it was closed.

Scarlett turned to hurry up the stairs, making you immediately nervous. Your hand hovered secretly at the small of her back as you walked a half step behind her. 

She handed you a notebook when you reached her office. Her fingers dragged over the back of your hand. Scarlett went very still. You forgot to breathe. 

She turned back to her desk and you caught the pink flush to her cheeks.

Longing burned in the pit of your stomach. The back of your hand was seared with her fingerprints. 

When the call began, you sat to the side of her desk, just out of sight.

You realised quickly why Scarlett had implored you to sit in. Distracted didn’t cover it. She couldn’t sit still. You watched her fidget in her seat for thirty minutes, barely remembering to nod at the right moments. 

Your attention stayed on her as you wrote out your notes. 

Discomfort was to be expected. You tried to remind yourself that it was inevitable. Scarlett was only becoming more pregnant. 

You watched her subtle winces as she continued to readjust herself in the office chair. 

There was an inevitable date approaching that neither of you had discussed. Scarlett hadn’t confirmed a thing, but you were sure she had entered her third trimester now. 

The call ended at last. 

Scarlett’s focus turned to you immediately. 

‘I’m hungry.’ She informed you pointedly. Her words took you by surprise. She never acknowledged the meals you were preparing for her. She’d never commented about the dinners you’d begun to leave stacked in her fridge before you left.

‘Okay.’ You agreed, waiting for her to stand first. 

Scarlett looked back at you, impatiently. 

There was an awkward silence before you realised she wanted you to leave first. You exited quickly, staring at the floor in embarrassment.

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It didn’t take long to prepare a snack in the kitchen. 

You focused on the task angrily, wishing you were brave enough to ask the questions that were burning inside you. 

You’d been in this job long enough now and still every conversation was stilted and formal. 

Scarlett was very cautious about what others could see. Nobody in her family even seemed to know she was pregnant. Or at least, no one was checking in. 

You could see the cracks in the cold facade of it all. The brief pain on her face when she rejected an incoming call. 

You wished you could see all of her, not just the cracks. 

The obvious discomfort you’d noticed today felt like the final straw.

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Still, you watched her descend the stairs surreptitiously.

Every few steps, Scarlett paused and her eyes squeezed tight with pain. Once, she pressed her knuckles hard against the small of her back. 

You didn’t say anything when she entered the kitchen. 

Her eyes were determined, the challenge in the tilt of her chin always present. Her hands were carefully at her sides. She walked straighter than ever. 

You didn’t move away from the counter, blocking her path to the plate you’d prepared.

You tilted your chin in an imitation of her own expression. Irritation crossed Scarlett’s face as she met your gaze. After a moment, her hand moved subtly to press against the small of her back again. 

‘How can I help?’ You asked, quietly but firmly. Scarlett startled at your question.

You looked pointedly down at her hand.

‘It’s nothing.’ Scarlett defended.  Her hand dropped from her lower back. She stood straighter. You dropped your eyes to the floor at her tone, heat crawled up your neck.

It wasn’t nothing. 

You were getting sick of this. Renewed strength brought your eyes back up to meet hers. 

‘How can I help?’ You repeated your words to her calmly. You tilted your chin again in defiance, it was more demand than question.

You stared at each other for a long time.

Scarlett’s attention flitted to the snack that you’d prepared. Suddenly, it was her who was looking down at the ground.

You watched as the cracked pieces of her broke entirely. 

She stretched her hand out, leaning against the counter and relieving the pressure on her back.

‘Please.’ She whispered, admitting everything. 

You stepped forward. Your hand touched her back gently, unsurely. Scarlett’s breath hitched.

‘Lower.’ She whispered, something almost humiliated in her tone. 

You moved your hand obediently.

Scarlett moaned between clenched teeth when you found the spot.

Slowly, but surely, you pressed the heel of your hand against her back. 

Scarlett gave a strangled whimper, leaning automatically into your touch. You moved the pressure in a slow circle, trying to ease out the pain. 

Scarlett covered her mouth with her hand, muffling the noise. Her eyes were closed, but you saw a tear slip down her cheek.

When Scarlett turned around a few minutes later, she did not look like the woman you’d been working for. 

Defeat tangled with embarrassment in her expression. 

You watched her unsurely, not knowing what to say. 

Her voice cracked. 

‘I’m just so tired.’ She admitted, purposefully avoiding your stare.

.

Touching her now was easier. 

You took her hand, soft and warm in yours. It felt perfectly weighted. Gently, you led her to the sofa. 

Scarlett had never sat on it. Not whilst you were here. She gripped your arm suddenly as she lowered herself carefully down onto it. Shame tinted her cheeks pink. You understood abruptly that she would need a hand up from it too. 

Annoyance flared at her relentless stubbornness.

Scarlett exhaled shakily at the relief of a comfortable seat.

She looked over and caught the frustration written across your expression.

‘Y/N’ She murmured lowly, uncertainly. A shiver went down your spine at the way she said your name. 

‘You’re still hungry.’ You said quietly, getting back to your feet. Scarlett’s face burned with embarrassment as she watched you leave. 

When you returned, she was sitting as straight as she could on the soft sofa. Despite your frustration, it made your lips quirk upwards. 

You placed her plate down on the coffee table. 

You didn’t speak as she ate. Instead, you played nervously with your fingers. You tried to find the right words. 

You waited until you heard the plate thud back against the table. 

‘I want to take care of you.’ You whispered at last, staring at your hands. ‘I know it’s my job. But, I want to do it too.’ 

Scarlett didn’t speak. Your strange confession hung in the space between you.

Your skin tingled and your heart jumped erratically in your chest. You took a chance, glancing over at her. Scarlett’s eyes closed for a brief moment. You recognised the expression on her face. She was also trying to find the right words.

‘It always.’ She started unsurely. ‘It always goes wrong.’

Your head tilted in confusion. Scarlett gave a sad smile. 

You looked down at her belly and she followed your gaze. 

‘I’m sick of being disappointed.’ Scarlett’s voice caught, tangling with a raw pain. Her hand curved across her front. The action was stilted, as if her stomach was still unfamiliar to her. 

‘But, it’s me.’ She whispered, voice cracking open now. Her eyes glanced up at the ceiling, and you watched them fill with tears. ‘It’s always my fault.’

You wanted to help. An ache rippled through you.

You touched her leg. Scarlett froze.

She caught your gaze, and your intention too. 

She shook her head suddenly, you saw the tears slip down her cheeks.

‘Don’t pretend.’ She whispered now, almost begging. ‘Just, please, don’t pretend to care.’

‘I don’t know how.’ You murmured.

You leaned closer, giving yourself up to the want of her. 

Her lips were fuller than you expected. You could taste the salt on them.

Scarlett’s fingers were shaky as she touched the nape of your neck. 

Shivers rippled down your spine.

You kissed her harder and she responded in kind. 

Scarlett’s fingers tangled in your hair now. Her grip was sudden and tight. You felt her desperation in the curl of her fingers.

Blindly, you searched for her other hand, resting at her side. Already, the warmth of it was familiar. You held it tightly in yours, Scarlett exhaled slowly.

You leaned back to look at her. The flush of her cheeks doused you with affection and arousal. 

‘Scarlett.’ You said unthinkingly, enjoying the sound of her name on your tongue. 

She didn’t look up at her name, still focused on your lips. 

‘You’re perfect.’ She murmured, trailing a finger along your cheek and down the side of your neck. You wondered if she could feel your jumping pulse. ‘You’re not going to stay.’ 

Anger flared through you now. Indignity at being judged by other people’s mistakes.

You moved to kiss her collarbone harshly. Your teeth stung her skin as you nipped and sucked. Scarlett moaned into your ear. She fidgeted on the sofa as you left wet marks across her exposed skin. She grabbed at the sofa cushion to the side of her. 

‘I just want to help.’ You murmured determinedly, planting one last kiss just below her ear. Scarlett whined, her head tilting back.

You moved to kneel on the floor. 

You settled between her legs, fingers tugging down her pants. Everything felt predetermined. Maybe because you’d dreamed it. Maybe because it was always going to happen.

You looked up at her as you spread her legs. Scarlett was looking down at you, her pupils had dilated entirely. Everything felt right. You had wanted to be here for so long. 

You dragged your nails up her bare thighs. 

‘Thank you.’ Scarlett rasped and your heart clenched at the strange insecurity of it. You wanted to be here, you didn’t know how to tell her again.

Instead, you licked along her cunt. You could taste her already, coating your tongue. Scarlett couldn’t reach you from around her stomach. Your eyes flitted up to see her nails digging into the sofa cushion. Her head tilted back against the sofa, eyes closing.

She mumbled something quietly to herself. Annoyance continued to flicker inside you. You wanted to hear her.

You pressed your tongue hard against her clit and made her scream instead. 

When you were done. When she’d fidgeted against your wandering tongue. When you could taste the sweet tang of her in your mouth. When you would never think of anything else ever again. When she was trembling. You looked back up at her.

Scarlett’s hair was mussed, her mouth was parted as she panted. 

Scarlett was undone. 

You kissed her clit lightly, giving her one last aftershock before you slid her pants back up her legs. She acquiesced limply, still not quite in the room.

You sat beside her on the sofa, enjoying the weird domesticity of her afterglow. You rested your head against her shoulder feeling her chest move with each ragged breath. 

Your heart was still pounding beneath your ribs, trying to adjust to the new way the world was hung.

After a minute, you felt Scarlett tense again. You knew she was going to speak. 

‘What now?’ She asked bluntly, words purposefully calm. You lifted your head and read the challenge in the tilt of her chin. You knew instinctively that she was daring you to leave, readying herself for it even now. A strange, soft affection built in your chest. You realised that you would always win her dares.

You took her hand in yours. You weaved your fingers together and held tight. The warmth of her skin trickled inside you. 

You didn’t speak. Neither did she. 

You watched her thumb rub circles against your knuckles, enraptured.

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(Some time later)

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‘It won’t stop.’ Scarlett looked down at her phone cradled in her lap. Her voice was tight.

The phone buzzed in her hand, over and over as the news stories rolled in. You sat next to her, on the edge of her bed. You touched her very rounded stomach, still covered by the dress she’d worn to the earlier meeting. 

Even now, you found yourself hesitant to touch her, for so long she’d been your boss. 

Scarlett gave you a searing look. You weren’t sure if she regretted it. The public announcement of you. The personal assistant turned girlfriend. The implications for her, her sexuality, her career, her expected child. 

Her phone kept buzzing as more implications rolled in. You watched the headlines appear on the screen, one after another.

You watched Scarlett’s forehead crease with worry. Your stomach clenched, the moment felt unbearable.

You touched her shoulder, your fingers slipping under her sleeve. Her skin was warm. Scarlett’s breath caught. 

‘You’re all I think about.’ You told her, letting your mind cloud with familiar want. 

Scarlett’s lips parted. She watched you, something still unsure in her eyes. You scratched her skin lightly. Her eyes closed.

Her phone slipped in her grip and the buzzing became louder. Her gaze returned to it.

‘I can’t ignore everyone. It’s not polite.’ She snapped suddenly. 

With confidence you rarely had, you moved to stand in front of her. You pulled at the phone in her grip, Scarlett released it with unexpected obedience. Maybe she could see your mood better than you could feel it. 

You let the constant tug between your souls pull you forward. You leaned down, letting your lips find each other. You pressed yourself against her front, feeling her bump brush against you. 

The air was thick with anticipation. You slipped the vibrating phone beneath the skirt of her dress.

‘I have no interest in being polite or heterosexual.’ You whispered against her ear. Scarlett gave a soft cry and her hand twisted the fabric of your shirt.

You pressed the phone higher, letting it sit against the familiar cotton of her underwear. Scarlett moaned. She gripped your shoulder with sudden fierceness, holding you in place. 

You moved your fingers over the elastic of her panties, desperate to feel her. The vibrating phone stayed cradled against your palm, pressed to her.

Scarlett was slick against your skin. She started to whine, her neck falling back as she held you tighter. You kissed her neck, letting your teeth graze her skin.

Your fingers moved inside her with every vibration, Scarlett jolted against you. Her eyes were screwed tight, her cheeks flushed. She called your name, over and over. 

Her walls tightened around you at last and she screamed into the room. 

In the moments after, she lay back against the bed. You slid the dress up to kiss her exposed stomach. Scarlett’s breathing was still heavy as she reached for your hand, slipping her fingers between your wet ones. 

You kissed damp cotton and whispered a secret there, just to make her body twitch.

[hemlock-dreams]

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Peter hasn’t worn the suit since here got here. He hasn’t done much in the last two months of his new existence beyond haunting New York like a phantom, trying to figure out who he is and where he stands in a reality that hasn’t been unfortunate enough to have a Peter Parker in the first place.

Or a Spiderman.

Strange hadn’t been kidding about the magic. Peter feels like the victim of his own hubris, asking for a clean start, a world where no one knew him. He’d asked and he’d been delivered.

Almost. 

The world is there, technically, but it’s like looking at a painting he’s seen a thousand times, only to realize the details are off. It’s the phones with the home button on the bottom, the different slang, the green money, all his favorite songs with wildly different lyrics, so many painful differences- a slow death by a thousand cuts.

Peter thought it would be easier, like a new beginning stretching out ahead of him, the sea-breeze smell of a fresh start after stepping out of Ryker’s. 

But Uncle Ben isn’t waiting for him at the docks this time. Nothing is waiting except the uncanny arms of a city that used to know him. Like running into an ex after years apart, recognizing the same general shape, but being strangers all the same.

Damn it. He should have asked Strange to take his memories too.

At least then Peter would know what to do with himself instead of haunting Brooklyn at night like a ghost, fighting the cognitive dissonance of taking turns he used to know like the back of his hand, only to be startled when they lead into dead-ends or open out into streets that shouldn’t exist.

That’s why he hasn’t worn the suit. Because forget being Spiderman, who the hell is Peter, here?

His melancholy is interrupted by a woman’s voice, faint if not for Peter’s enhanced senses.

“Listen, you’re a sweet guy, but I don’t like mixing work and my personal life.” The voice is extra sweet in the way women get when trying to talk themselves out of a dangerous situation.

No matter the lifetime, Peter can’t ignore that.

So he changes course, beelining towards the source with silence that’s more instinct than experience. He sticks to the shadows, easily avoiding the few flickering streetlights between him and the alleyway. His night vision pierces the darkness, tracing down the detailed shape of the tall, lanky man cornering a woman in the middle of the alley. 

He’s leaning, off-balance, clearly drunk, and boxing her in with one leather-clad arm, “Come on, Scarlett. I been asking for your number for weeks. Just one date, give a guy a chance, huh?”

Well, it was comforting to know that no matter the timeline, scum remained scum. 

“Paul, you’re wasted.” The woman- Scarlett, is draped against the wall, seemingly at ease and deceptively loose-limbed, even as she fists a set of keys between her knuckles, “Why don’t we have this discussion somewhere a little nicer? There’s a cute cafe that’s open tomorrow-”

“Fuck that. It’s always one excuse after another with you,” The guy- Paul- snarls, swaying from one foot to the other. The frustration is a ticking bomb,  “Why are you bein’ such a fucking bitch?”

Like clockwork, the slurs come out, and a peaceful resolution is no longer an option.

Scarlett realizes it too, because the hum of anxiety lacing her syrupy-sweet tone finally bleeds into her body. Her muscles lock, visibly entering fight or flight. 

That’s Peter’s cue.

“Is there a problem?” Peter’s voice is like a knife in the dark, popping the bubble and making the two flinch.

“Who the fuck are you?” Paul sneers, face slack and ugly from drink. “The fuck you think you’re doing, butting in?”

Peter ignores him, glancing towards Scarlett, who flicks her eyes between them and the rest of the alleyway. Unfortunately, there’s only one entrance and he’s blocking it. Out of options, Scarlett plasters herself to the wall.

“This is between the lady and me.” Paul is still talking, stumbling towards Peter, “But I’m a nice guy, so I’m going to give you a chance to turn ‘round and walk away.”

“Generous, but I’ll have to decline.” Peter murmurs and crosses the distance, invading his space before the man can respond. The promise of violence always lights something in Peter’s stomach, but for all the man’s shit-talking, the fight, if it can even be called that, is pathetic. Paul is so drunk Peter can taste it in the air, and his spidersense doesn’t even bother kicking in as he dodges one wobbly punch after the other. 

He doesn’t bother dragging it out. It only takes one good fist to the gut to drop Paul to the ground, followed by one good kick to the chest to keep him there. The aftermath is anticlimactic, awkward silence punctuated only by the rattling wheeze of the unconscious man beneath him.

Even pulling his punches, Peter probably cracked his ribs. It would take more effort than he’s got to feel sorry, especially since Scarlett is still glued to the wall, eyes trained on him and practically vibrating with adrenaline.

Slowly, Peter creates some space, backing out of the alleyway so he’s not obstructing the exit. “You gonna be alright?”

“Yeah.” Her reply is curt and wary, but Peter isn’t offended. He knows what he looks like, looming in the dark with his ratty clothes and unkempt beard. Best thing he can do to convince her of her safety is to walk away. 

So he does just that, and he’s almost halfway down the block when he hears her behind him, clacking heels loudly in the chill night air, “Wait!”

Peter pauses, turning around. 

Scarlett stops a few meters away, clutching the strap of her gym bag over her chest. “Sorry. That was rude of me. Thank you.”

Under the streetlights, her face is striking. Her bright green eyes are smoky and sensual, with bold cheekbones and dark lips framed by wisps of red hair falling out of a messy bun. She’s exactly the type of woman Peter would fantasize about back in Rykers, the kind he would see on pinups in Marko’s cell- tall and feminine, with lean legs and a waist Peter could span with both hands. 

The resolute look on her face reminds him so much of M-

He shunts that thought as soon as it appears.

“Don’t worry about it,” Peter responds with a shrug. He’s not stupid enough to lecture a grown woman about walking the streets at night. “Was there something else?”

Scarlett chews on her lip, eyes flicking back to the alley before settling on Peter for a few long beats. Whatever she sees in him makes her sigh, and some of the tension leeches from her shoulders. “Feel like walking a girl to her job?” 

Peter is a little surprised, and he takes a second to consider, mostly so he doesn’t look threatening, then nods, “Where to?” 

“Maggies.” At his confused look, she raises a brow, “Saint Margaret’s?” 

Still not ringing a bell, “Is that a…church?” He doesn’t remember any Saint Margaret’s in his Brooklyn, and it just reinforces that fish-out-of-water feeling that’s been choking him for the past few months.

“A church, sure.” Scarlett snorts derisively, laughing under her breath. When Peter doesn’t join in, she shoots him a wide-eyed look, “Oh. You’re serious. It’s an dance bar”  

Walking at night makes more sense now. That, and the obvious stage name. “I don’t know where that is. I’m…kind of new in town.”

“I can see that,” She says, and the gold of her hoop earrings catches the light as she falls in step beside him. Peter keeps his strides short and even, staying in her line of vision as they walk. It doesn’t escape his notice that she’s still got her keys between her knuckles, though they’re no longer clutched in a tight fist, “What brought you to New York, Mr. Good Samaritan?”

“Peter.” He says. “I was looking for a fresh start and kind of washed up here,” Peter feels like he’s being called out on some lie, as if anyone glancing in his direction will peg that he doesn’t belong.

But Scarlet is just nodding, unawares, “Nice to meet you, Peter. And I get it. That's why I moved here, too. It might take a bit of time to get your bearings, but it's worth it when you do." They’re heading down the street, taking a turn on 81st that should have led into a main thoroughfare but doesn’t, instead turning into another little set of streets full of gated-off shops covered in graffiti. Even the gang signs don’t look the same. He tries not to think about it.

“I appreciate what you did,” Scarlett is saying, “Paul’s been a pushy bastard but I thought it was all drunk bravado, you know? I never believed he’d actually follow me. I’m glad you were there, but I’m sorry it had to end in violence.”

Resorting to violence is one of Peter’s favorite pastimes, but he’s absolutely not going to admit that out loud. Instead, he hums, tucking his hands into his stained hoodie, “Some people only listen when it's fists talking. Hopefully the lesson sticks.” Peter frowns, “You said he followed you, does that mean he knows where you live?”

Men like that tend to hold grudges. Especially if they've been had their head knocked around in an alleyway.

“Thank god, no.” She shudders next to him, gripping the strap of her bag a little tighter at the thought, “He caught me coming from my day job. I’ll have to tell Weasel to put him on the blacklist for the club though…and change my shift. Ugh.” 

Peter nods in sympathy. Shiting schedules between two jobs is going to be a nightmare. “Weasel?” 

“The owner of Maggie’s.” She clarifies.

“Your boss is named Weasel?” Yikes. Peter can’t imagine what kind of shit someone had to do to earn that nickname.

“Yeah.” She laughs, “But don’t let the name fool you, he’s weird but he’s decent. There are lots of other clubs in the area but Weas lets us have a bigger cut than most other places. Plus, we get to set our own rules.” 

They cut the street, avoiding some dark patches where the streetlights gave out.

“That’s good.” Peter agrees, “Otherwise this is a pretty sketchy walk for a small paycheck.”  

It really is a sketchy walk, and his spidersense pings at odd moments, though nothing comes out of it save the odd junkie that wanders out of the shadows.

“I’ve had worse,” Scarlett shrugs, finally tucking her keys back into her purse. The stiff line of her shoulders has completely melted away now that they’re in what Peter assumes is familiar territory. “This is nothing compared to my last job.” 

“Which was?” 

“Telemarketing.”

Peter would rather take his chances soloing Thanos. “Point taken.” 

“We’re almost there. Just down the road.” Scarlett points one long acrylic nail toward a looming brick building punctuating the street. Peter wouldn’t have given it a second thought if not for the single garish neon sign of a scantily dressed nun at the corner, directing his attention towards a nondescript door.

“Welcome to Saint Margaret’s School for Wayward Children,” Scarlett enunciates each word with an eyebrow waggle, grinning when Peter cracks a smile. “Finest entertainment this side of Brooklyn. Thanks for walking me.” 

Peter doesn’t doubt it, especially if Scarlett is where they set the bar for dancers. “No worries. Stay safe, yeah?” Then he turns, intending to keep walking until his head is empty.

Scarlett pauses with her hand on the door, “You’re not going to come in?” 

“Not really my scene.” A true statement, one that doesn’t have to acknowledge that Peter is capital-b Broke. Hard to get a proper-paying job when he doesn’t legally exist. He’s done a few gigs under the table, but the last few weeks have left Peter sleeping on empty rooftops with an emptier stomach. 

“Really? I was hoping I could treat you to a drink. It’s the least I can do.” Scarlett sounds disappointed.

“You don’t owe me anything.” 

She puts a hand on her hip, “Fine. Let’s consider it a celebratory drink then.”

“For?”

“Ugh,” Scarlett rolls her eyes. There’s no way she doesn’t know how charming that is. “For getting rid of Paul. Making new friends- whatever you want.”

Peter huffs a small laugh, “Friends? We just met.” 

It’s not an outright refusal, because Peter is weak for the first real taste of human contact he’s had in months, and Scarlett smirks like she scents blood, “What can I say? I got a good feeling about you.”

Peter snorts. Now that’s a first. 

“C’mon, Tiger. One drink. What have you got to lose?”

Peter exhales a long, slow breath, “Nothing.”

[rottenpumpkin13]

we need more Tseng content

Out Of Context Things Tseng Has Seen Around The Shinra Building

• Reeve walking into a board meeting with a paintball gun, going "This is no longer a safe space."

• Sephiroth and Chadley playing darts with cutout of Professor Hojo's head as the target.

• Rufus, Cissnei, Zack and Lazard playing soccer with the decapitated head of the President Shinra statue.

• Cait Sith and Sephiroth wearing matching friendship bracelets.

• Zack Fair screaming, hanging onto Dark Star's leash, being dragged around the Skyview Hall after a failed attempt at walking them.

• Reno and Rude attempting to domesticate a raccoon that had collar with the name "Princess" on it.

• Lazard beating Heidegger with a rolled up magazine, also during a board meeting.

• Angeal, panicked, heading into the elevator holding a fully grown cannabis plant while going "shit shit shit shit shit shit shit"

• During an interdepartmental meeting in the auditorium, the turks and SOLDIERs sitting on opposite sides, trash talking each other. What shocked Tseng was Sephiroth flashing Reno the middle finger.

• Cloud Strife braiding Sephiroth's hair. Genesis approached and began teasing them for being childish. Cloud calmly finished the braid before beating Genesis with it (repeatedly).

• Lazard and Rufus carrying a coffin at either end. Fearing the worse, Tseng intercepted them and demanded that they open it. Inside he found Sephiroth (alive). When asked what he was doing, Sephiroth replied "serving as a practice dummy"

• Scarlett walking in Genesis' direction, followed by Genesis diving under a nearby table, followed by Sephiroth pointing at said table and telling her "He loves to play hide and seek."

• Sephiroth happily coming back from Reeve's office carrying a box of legos.

• Cissnei holding Zack's legs while Angeal holds Zack's arms. They're carrying him to medical while Zack squirms and and shouts: "RELEASE ME! I DON'T HAVE THE FLU! I JUST DRANK ORANGE SODA TOO FAST AND THREW UP! WHAT'S THE BIG DEAL?"

• Reno standing at a corner selling brownies. Fearing the worst, he intercepted, but found out that they were just regular brownies and Reno had just recently gotten into baking as a hobby.

Zack was standing in line and was very unhappy.

Zack: Aw, man. They're just regular brownies? This is false advertising!

Reno: What about the advertising indicates that they're edibles?

Zack: The fact that you're selling them.

• Cloud dropping down from the vents, followed by Zack, followed by Angeal, followed by Genesis, followed by Sephiroth. They're all wearing glow stick necklaces. When asked what they were doing, Sephiroth replied "friendship"

• The turks and SOLDIERs were made to put on a theater performance to promote interdepartmental bonding. Tseng was made to supervise the practices. Tseng gave up after he walked into the first practice and saw:

1) Cloud suspended from the ceiling, reciting Loveless boredly while a group of people panic, trying to get him down.

2) Reno and Zack fighting (loudly) over who gets to play the role of Tree #4. This argument quickly turned physical.

3) Genesis sitting in a director chair, shouting at Sephiroth through a megaphone, instructing him to sweep the stage better. Sephiroth grew impatient and thwacked the chair legs with his broom, breaking it. Genesis fell (violently).

4) Rude wearing a wig.

[sorapricots]

My Yellow

Summary: Break up sucks. You thought you lost your yellow person when you broke up with your ex. Not until Logan pulled you to a hug and showed you your truly yellow person.

Pair: Logan Howlett x Mutant!AFAB!Reader 

Genre: Hurt/Comfort, fluff 

Warning: Curse words, Reader’s power inspired by Scarlett Witch or Wanda Maximoff, a messy break up, mental issues mentioned, blood mentioned, Suicide mentioned! Read it at your own risk, mention of smoking, reader have panic attack, non-sexual intimacy, a suggestive ending.

A/N: Very self indulgent because I just broke up with my partner a couple weeks ago and it kinda disturbs my daily routine. This fic is a bit inspired by my own yellow person. I hope you guys enjoy this. Also do you think I should add a mood board on each fic?

W.C: 3,8k 

You gasped as your eyes shot open. With a groan you quickly sit up as you try to calm yourself. Your mental states have been slowly deteriorating as the day you decided to break up with your ex keeps haunting you in your dreams. Your breath is uneven as things around your room start to shake. 

An angry grunt rumbling from your chest as you share at your palms that is covered by a subtle red glow. You blinked as tears and sweats gathered in your trembling palms. Stuff around your room starts to violently shake before someone swings your bedroom door open.

Logan was holding the door knob tightly. He let out a sigh of relief as he rushed to you. You watched in silence as he sat beside you and gently cupped your cheeks. His thumbs gently wiped your tears away as you dazedly blinked your eyes.

“You are okay, doll. Breathe with me.” your fingers circled around Logan’s wrists as your breath matches Logan’s calm breath. The red glow around the stuff in your room and your hands start to die down before fully disappearing. Logan let out a hum as he carefully helped you to lay down on your bed again.

“Don’t worry, bub. You know where to find me if you need me.” Logan gently caressed your cheek before he left your bedroom.

You blankly stared at the already closed door. Part of you wants to ask for Logan to stay but there’s an invincible line that the both of you are scared to overstep. Your friendship with Logan is always a hit or miss kind of friendship. There’s times like this, where you comfort each other like lovers do, but there’s time where you buttheads like mortal enemies. Your friendship is blanketed with this tension of wanting to be with each other but also don’t want to cross the boundary you both have as friends.

Especially you, your mind wandered to the time when you randomly asked Logan about his type of woman. To which he immediately answered with no second thought that his ideal woman is Jean. You close your eyes as you try to bite back your sobs. An imaginary cracking voice playing in your head when you feel your heart shattered to pieces as you push your body to sit up.

You lift your hand as the drawer from your desk opens. A lighter and a pack of cigarettes flew to your hand. Followed up by a black box. You quietly walk out from your room with a pack of cigarettes, a lighter and the black box in your hands.

Your feet bring you to the empty, cold and quiet yard. You exhale softly as you sit down on the grass, your lips carefully clamped the cigarette stub before you burn the other end of your cigarette. Gently you close your eyes as you draw a deep puff from the cigarette, letting the smoke gather in your lungs before you let out a gentle huff.

You eyed down the black box before carefully opening it. Inside the box there are multi-colored multi-shaped beads, thin metal rods, various sizes of chains and pliers. You let out a soft smile as your hands skillfully start to pick out a bunch of beads and arrange it. A soft sad tune flows softly from your mouth as your fingers work on the bracelet. A puff of cigarette smoke escapes from your lips every once in a while.

“How long have you been sitting here?” you jumped out and almost dropped the cigarette stub from your lips before you quickly caught it with your power. Logan sighed before he took a seat beside you. His eyes trained on the half done blue and yellow beads bracelet. Three small spikes neatly arranged in the middle caught his eyes.

“Looks familiar,” he teased. You let out a puff of cigarette smoke before you lifted the already finished bracelet with your power. A sad smile shows up on your face before you carefully store the bracelet in a small velvet box. You gently grab Logan’s hand before you drop the velvet box to his palm.

“It’s inspired by you. Give it to Jean, it will look good around her wrist.” your words laced with sadness as you looked intensely on the box. Little did you know Logan furrowed his eyebrows as he frowned at your words. The atmosphere around you falls to a comfortable silence as you tidy up the tools you use to make the bracelet.

“You know… your ex requested to meet me yesterday.” Logan’s words make you stop your movement. The new stub of cigarette stuck between your fingers as your eyes slowly moved to find Logan’s face. Giving him a silent request to continue his story. Logan chooses to stare back at your eyes.

“What did he want from you?” you asked as you lit up your cigarette. Logan grunted softly as he grabbed his own cigar. Your hand that is still holding your lighter quickly helps him to light up his cigar. Logan draws a long puff before he exhales the smoke from his lungs.

“Kid asked me to take you to the psychiatrist.” a soft snort escaped from his nose. Your eyes narrowed at your ex’s request. Carefully you turn your body to face him.

“Why?” you asked. Logan’s eyes linger a second too long on your lips before moving up to stare at your angry eyes.

“Said you were not in the right place of mind when you asked for a break up.” he answered in full honesty. You let out a soft curse as you harshly rubbed your face. Tears welling up as you draw an angry harsh puff from your cigarette. 

“Am I a joke or what?” you muttered angrily, voice dripped with venom before you let your body fall back harshly to the grass. Your brows furrowed as you felt something cushioned your head. Logan looked at you as he softly shook his head. His eyes narrowed at you as a silent warning. You rolled your eyes as you put your cigarette between your lips.

“Don’t you even try to hurt yourself, doll.” he warned you. You huffed out the cigarette smoke towards his face which he playfully rolled his eyes before he gently flicked your forehead. You hissed in pain as you softly rubbed your forehead.

“Dramatic,” he teased. You jabbed his ribs.

“Your bones are infused with metal. Obviously it hurts.” you retorted back as you pushed your body to sit up. Both of you and Logan quickly put out your own cigar and cigarette before you stand up.

You nervously gulp down when you feel the unspeakable tension between you start to creeped in as you stand chest-to-chest with Logan. An awkward cough escapes your throat as you give Logan an awkward pat on his bicep.

“Thanks for the company.” you gently whispered. Logan awkwardly nodded his head as his hand clutched to the velvet box you gave. You give him a gentle smile before you walk back to the mansion. Leaving Logan alone with his thoughts.

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Your eyes shoot open as your body that is drenched in sweat shot up when you hear someone harshly slam your bedroom door open. A tired sigh of relief escaped your throat when you realized it was Rogue that barged in. Her face looked pissed as she silently took a seat on the corner of your bed. 

“Is it about Bobby and Kitty?” Rogue quickly snapped her head toward you as your question hit the bullseye. You softly smile at her as your hand grabs your coat and drapes it over her before you pull her to a hug.

“It’s okay, sweet girl.” Your voice is gentle as your hand rubs her back. Purposely avoid touching her skin as you know she is still uncomfortable and afraid with skin-to-skin contact due to her mutation. Even though you don’t really mind it.

“What’s going on?” Logan’s head popped in from the doorway when he heard a soft sob from your room. His expression softened at the sight of crying Rogue in your arms. Logan carefully sits down on the other side of Rogue, making the dual colored hair girl sit between him and you. His hand softly patted her head.

“Boys can be sucks sometimes.” your words earned a giggle from Rogue as Logan playfully rolled his eyes. You smile as you watch Rogue start to smile again before you let go of her and stand up. 

A groan was heard from your lips as you stretched your body. Logan’s eyes trained on you as he saw your shirt get lifted out, exposing your stomach. You walk to the bathroom, being oblivious with Logan’s stare. Logan’s grunt and Rogue’s giggle were the last thing you heard before you closed the bathroom door.

You stare at your reflection in the bathroom mirror. Frown deepens as you look at your dark eyebags. Thoughts of how you will never be enough and will never be pretty enough for your ex and Logan start to cloud your brain. You slapped your cheek hard enough it left a red mark as you watched tears rolling down your cheeks.

You took a deep breath as you quickly set your shower to a hot temperature. Dazedly you peel off your clothes before jumping into the shower. You bite your lips as you feel the skin scalding boiling hot water run down your skin. Mindlessly your hand starts to grab shampoo and soap to clean your body as fog covering your whole bathroom.

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“Holy shit. What the fuck did you do, bub?” Logan quickly rushed towards you when he saw your almost sun-burned state like skin. You shook your head softly as you put an arm-length distance between you and Logan. You quickly grab the fluffiest hoodie you have before you put it on. A hiss rolled from your lips as you felt the sting of your skin touch the hoodie material.

Logan helplessly watches you from the side as he lets out a huff of desperation. His hands can’t stop twitching as he has to hold back the urge you hold you and cradle you close to his chest. Your eyes softly moved towards his figures.

“I’m fine.” your voice is barely audible if Logan doesn't have his enhanced hearing. But he heard you. He shook his head in disapproval.

“You are not, princess.” your heart skips a beat at the nickname he has for you. Logan carefully walks closer to you. His eyes locked to yours. Gently and carefully Logan grabs your hand.

“Let’s bring you to Jean. She can help you ease the pain.” you mentally rolled your eyes as Logan mentioned Jean’s name. But you do nothing but nod your head. Let him guide you to the med bay where Jean usually stays.

Jean widened her eyes when she saw how red your skin is. She quickly ushered you to sit down on the bed as she started to grab meds for you. Logan decided to stay outside. Jean let out a frown as she helped you ease the burning pain from the hot water.

“You should take a break from the mission for a while.” Jean gently said as she examined the rest of your skin. You shook your head in disagreement. 

“Don’t wanna. I will go crazy if I just stay in the mansion doing nothing.” you answered as your eyes wandered to Jean’s wrist. Only to be confused when you realized Jean didn’t use the bracelet you made last night.

“But you really can’t go with this mental state. How many night terrors do you have already?” Jean voiced her concerns as she heard a couple times your room shaking violently. You let out a sigh as you smile softly. Your hand gently holds hers.

“I will be fine. I promised… I just need time to adjust. Two year relationship is not long but not relatively short either.” Jean sighs as she gives up making a mental note to herself to talk to Logan later about your stubbornness. She quickly cleans up as you put back your hoodie.

“Lunch, doll?” Logan suddenly showed up again. You softly smile at him before you nod your head. Slowly walking towards him. 

“Can we eat lunch in the yard?” you asked as you and Logan walked to the kitchen. Logan looked at you with a smirk before he nodded his head.

“Sure we can, sweet.” Logan said as you both quickly grab lunch and walk to the yard. The two of you sit in silence as you start eating your lunch. Your eyes once in a while will watch the kids play basketball before flickering back to Logan.

“Take a picture, sweetheart. It will last longer.” you choked on your food as Logan quickly helped you by giving his water to you. A chuckle rumbled from his chest as he watched your face getting red. Your face inches away from Logan when suddenly a cough makes you both pull away.

"Of course it's someone you told me not to worry about." Your eyes flickered in anger as you heard your ex's voice. Logan let out a groan as he looks like he's so done already.

"What do you want?" Logan's voice obviously is not welcoming as he propped his arm behind your small back. Your ex let out a huff before they rolled their eyes. Making Logan arched his eyebrow at the attitude.

"What is so good about being with an old man like him?" Your ex triggered something inside you as you stood up and walked to them. You quickly swing a punch to their face as your breath ragged.

Your ex looked at you full of surprise as they tried to regain their control over their body while you watched them unamused. You quickly grab a cigarette with your lips and light it up.

"You promised me, you are not gonna smoke! I told you before if you smoke we are pretty much done!" Your ex screamed in anger. You huffed out the smoke out of your lungs as you started to relax. Your ex coughed a bit as you directed the smoke towards their face.

"Fuck you and your promises and your manipulation! You ruined my life! I'm done being manipulated by you! I am tired dealing with the thought of wanting to die with a bullet through my head because I have spent the rest of my life becoming your plaything!" You huffed harshly as tears streamed down your face. Your nails dig deeper into your palms as adrenaline pumped through your veins. 

Your ex looked at you full of surprise which made you annoyed as you started to strangle them with your power. Your ex starts to struggle. Logan carefully walked towards you and softly reached your balled fist. 

"Princess… let them go. It's not worth it." Logan calloused hands carefully opening your palm pulling your fingers away from your bloodied palms. A grunt rumbled out from your chest followed by a frustrating scream from you. Logan let out a sigh as he gently caressed your bloodied palm.

"The more you hurt them the more it shows you are no different from them. Come on, sweet thing. Let me take care of it. Let me take care of you." Logan leaned in as he whispered against your ear. One of his hands is still holding your bloodied one, refusing to let your hands go. His other hand grabs the cigarette stub between your lips before throwing it to the ground and stepping on it.

Sobs escaped your lips as you fell on your knees. But Logan is quick enough to pull you towards him. Finally he chose to cross the invincible line you both created. His arms protectively circling around your small frame as his eyes narrowed at the sight of your ex staring at you both. 

Logan carefully helps you sit down to your previous spot as you start to hug your knees and wail. Logan's heart aches at the sounds of your cry. He quickly walked back to your ex. Harshly he grabbed their collar pulling them with him.

"You did not disrespect my princess like that. Ever again. If I smell you even 10 miles away from here, I'll cut you to pieces." Logan throws your ex harshly to the ground. A growl rumbling from his chest. While your ex scrambled away. If it's not because you are busy crying yourself out, you probably will be all flustered when Logan calls you his princess. 

"Sweets, it's okay. They left already." Logan's voice is gentle as he puts his warm hand on your back. You looked up to see his face. Logan softly smiled as he tucked the stray hair away from your face. You whimpered before you tackled him to a tight hug.

"I don't know what to do without you, Lo." Your voice is hoarse from all the screaming and crying. Purrs rumbling from Logan's chest as he pulled you to sit on his lap. His hands protectively circled around you as he rocked your body gently.

"I'm always here for you, baby. Not gonna go anywhere to leave you alone." His words were spoken with a gentle voice making you at ease. Logan gently puts his palms under your thighs before carefully standing up. Letting you cling to him like a koala.

"Let's clean you up and rest." You nodded at Logan’s words. Letting the rugged man bring you back to your room and take care of you. The walk back to your room was covered in comfortable silence as your mind started to wander back to the scene just now.

“We’re here.” You blinked a couple times as you realized Logan sat you down on the bathroom countertop. His stare is soft as his hands gently cup your cheeks. Carefully Logan starts to clean your face with your makeup remover. He frowned a little when he noticed how dark your eyebags are. Gently kiss your eyelids as his hands still securely hold your cheeks. His actions bring you to tears as you never feel like you have been taken care enough when you are with your ex before.

You choked on your sobs as hiccups erupted from your throat every once in a while. Logan, opting to keep quiet as you finally are able to cry your heart out. Your trembling hands weakly hold on his shoulders as his hands now protectively circled around your waist. So many memories of you and your ex start to rush into your mind as your breath becomes irregular. Your eyes flickered fastly as you felt a panic attack start to creeped into your system. 

“Doll, look at me.” Logan’s voice is calm and collected as he holds your cheek with one of his arms while the other slips under your shirt. You force yourself to look at his eyes as you try to regulate your breath. 

“Tell me 5 things you can see, princess.” you blinked the tears away as you tried to get a better view of the bathroom. With a trembling voice you told him you see the almost emptied shampoo bottle, some rubber ducks you have, your loofah, his eyes, and his lips. He hummed as a soft smile creeped out on his face.

“Good girl, now what 4 things you can touch, baby?” you closed your eyes as your hand gently cupped his cheek. His rough beard gently scratches your palm, you feel the coldness of the bathroom countertop, your back feels the warmth of Logan’s palm, and lastly you feel his pulse on his chest.

“Attagirl, 3 things you can hear?” a soft sigh escapes your lips as you open your eyes again as you let yourself drown in his deep and gentle gaze . His calming voice, the soft hum of the bathroom vent, and water dripping from the faucet. 

“Good job, darling. A bit more. 2 things you can smell?” Logan gently encourages you. Your bathroom refresher, and his own scent engulfing you. You lean your body closer to him as you start to calm down from your panic attack.

“One thing you can taste?” Logan whispered as his face was an inch away from yours. You gulped down as you leaned closer to him. Your lips are right in front of his.

“I want to taste you.” you whispered against his lips before you softly kissed him. Logan’s hands immediately cupped your cheeks as he slotted himself better between your legs. 

You let out a sigh of relief through your nose as you can taste Logan in your mouth. His tongue explored every inch of your mouth as you pulled him impossibly closer. Your hands immediately circled around his neck. A groan escaped from Logan’s throat when you tugged on his hair. His calloused hands are now actively gripping your thighs.

You quickly tapped Logan’s back as you pulled away. Your breath is ragged as your face is flushed red. Logan, equally ragged breath stares at you lovingly. His hands are busy grabbing something from his pocket as you try to control your breath and your very fast heartbeat.

“Fuck it. Be mine, doll. Spend the rest of your life with me. Please, I'm begging you.” His words are desperate as you furrow your brows. You stare at him confusedly as you gaslight yourself that Logan didn’t mean what he said.

“What about Jean?” you confusedly asked Logan. The rugged man rolled his eyes before he pulled you to a more hungrier kiss. You gasped as Logan tugged your hair making you expose your neck. He quickly nipped at your neck as you shut your eyes and tried to hold back your moan.

“It’s always been you that I want, princess. Always you and never Jean.” he said with his lips against your neck. You choked out a gasp as Logan bit your neck. Leaving a very obvious bite mark on your skin before he licks your neck to ease the pain. 

“Do you… mean it?” your words are dripping with doubt. Logan pulled away from your neck and cupped your face. His forehead is against yours. 

“I mean it. I’ve been waiting for a long time but you keep going out with stupid people and get yourself hurt. I can take care of you better than any of your exes. Let me take care of you pretty girl.” His words are soft and secured as he grabs one of your wrist and clipped the bracelet you made last night. He carefully pulls your hand towards his lips and kisses your knuckles. His eyes never leave yours.

“I am yours, Lo. Always been yours.” Logan smiled as he pulled you closer. His hands skilfully peel off your clothes as he brings you out from your bathroom and towards your bed. Gently he lay you down as he nestled himself between your legs. 

“Let me show you how precious you are in my eyes, sweet thing.” he roughly whispered against your ears before he nipped at your neck again. Leaving you breathless as you let him show how much he craves for you.

[shiny-kaibernyte]

Pokémon Headcanons | Drayton (Romance)

Pokémon Scarlett and Violet Indigo Disk DLC Spoilers ahead!

After living, dexing the Indigo disk and fighting Drayton a thousand times, I have finally given in to my urge to write romance headcannons for my favourite toothpaste dragon.

I am open to writing any Pokémon character story, so feel free to drop me a direct message or in my “ask me” and I will be happy to oblige.

SPOILER WARNING AHEAD (Indigo Disk Main Story)

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The most supportive person you will meet. If you have a goal in mind, he is supporting you every step of the way. Feeling down? He is taking you by the hands and pulling you up again. Though he will try to talk you out of anything dangerous, Got to keep you alive and all.

He is extremely loyal to you. If he were a Pokémon, he’d be an Arcanine when around you and a Slaking when you’re not with him.

He is a cuddly sleeper, hands down. If you don’t like cuddles, he will understand and will sulk about it every time. But if you are a cuddly person like him, expect to just have him cling to you whenever you’re alone, every chance he gets.

He will trade you any Pokémon you don’t have if he has it.

He is definitely a PDA fan; he loves to just be around you in general.

Hugs from behind are his favourite thing to give you, and he always rests his head on your shoulder when he does.

He loves it when you jump into his arms for a hug. He now has an excuse to catch you and swing you around, just to hear your laugh.

You’re the reason he is even still at this school! He has been held back three separate times, almost getting kicked out at multiple points. Your sheer determination to tutor him and actually get him into a classroom helped persuade the teachers to give him one final chance. And he is taking it and actually trying to do better. His battling skills and Kieran’s demand that he remain only helped him out a little bit.

If you want something, you are going to have to fight him to the checkout because he will try to buy it for you. When he takes you out, he is paying, even if you really want to. And if you try to transfer the BP to his phone after he’s paid, expect it back on your phone the next morning.

All of his Pokémon love you, especially his Flygon. It just likes to follow you around whenever Drayton brings his Pokémon out during picnics.

Speaking of picnics, All the time. Just all the time. If you want to make a sandwich, he is going to watch with stars in his eyes. Not because of the clear masterpiece you have made (iykyk), but because you are making food, and he can eat it.

Surprisingly good at English, I cannot count. Maths is his worst enemy, so you may have to help him out sometimes. Unless it's a mutual thing, then you’re on your own, buddy.

Drayton has a Dipplin in his box. It evolved from an Applin you gave him. Originally, he was going to evolve into Hydrapple, but when Kieran destroyed Drayton's team with one, The Dipplin remained unevolved.

If you are a shiny hunter, he will use his battling skills to grind out herba mystica for you whenever you are away on hunts, just so he can surprise you with his findings. Usually only one because he gives up after 15 minutes. But he tries!

Very protective of you. Not in an obsessive kind of way. He knows you can take care of yourself; given the stories you've told him about Paldea, he knows better than to just rescue you like a damsel in distress. BUT! If someone talks down to you, disrespects you, or upsets you, he will put them in their place so fast - he'll put Luxary to shame. And if someone even dared to lay a hand on you, his Archaludon would be the least of their concerns.

[walkingaftermidnight07]

intro post i should've made six months ago :/

Hello whoever has stumbled upon my blog! My name is Scarlett or Raven, and I am fine with either! Use whichever you want, I don't really care :)

I am a high school student but I'm not going to disclose my exact age, and i am fine with any pronoun honestly but i usually tell people she/they.

i am a writer, and i write everything from screenplays, novels, poetry, songs, short stories, etc. i also take oneshot requests.

i am a very proud member of the lgbtq+ community, (i am a useless bisexual if you must know ;D) so homophobes and transphobes DNI (that includes TERFS 👀) and you will probably see a lot of gay stuff on my blog.

i am a part of A LOT of fandoms, but i mostly post abt Shadowhunters, Stranger Things, PJO, and Måneskin. But im also a big star wars and marvel nerd and im a huge theater kid.

my ask box is always open for oneshot requests, playlist requests, or anything like that! or literally just chatting with me i will love you forever if you send me asks to just chat and/or bc you wanna be friends <3

My DMs are also always open :)

I have a sideblog for reading, which is @readingaftermidnight007 so go follow me or talk to me abt books over there! i'll probably make more sideblogs soon but thats the only one for now.

i play bass guitar and clarinet and i really like music so i love to give music recs and receive music recs!

i wanna be a director a screenwriter someday

if you wanna add me on goodreads, here's the link..

if you wanna add me on twitter, im @.scarletttt067 but be warned my twitter is a mess of baseball, maneskin, and other random shit lmao

thats it! I'm totally going to be adding to this but for now, goodbye!

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[natashaslesbian]

Another Mother (Pt 2)

Summary: it’s your first morning in Scarlett’s house and after an argument with your dad you find yourself leaning on Scarlett

Word Count: 2.1k

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You flopped down dramatically onto your mattress, hitting it slightly harder as it was only laying against the floor. “Thanks Dave” you said as you rolled onto your back “no problem darl” he smiled. Dave was one of the movers helping you and your dad move into his girlfriend’s place, he had single handily got all your furniture up to your new bedroom on the second floor. In just a few hours you had got to know Dave well, it was nice to talk to someone who didn’t see you as the girl whose mom had died. Dave picked up the last of cardboard boxes on the floor “welcome home darl” he said. You smiled politely but couldn’t quite thank him, because this wasn’t your home. It was Scarlett’s home. Yes, Scarlett Johansson. “Bye Dave” you waved as the mover gently closed your door. You sat up slowly on your mattress, looking around at all the furniture you would have to re build tomorrow. In reality, the size of the room made it look like a lot less work, you were worried about how you would fill all this empty space. You heard laughter from downstairs, reminding you of the two love birds down on the first floor. Colin, your dad had managed to fill his empty space, but you weren’t quite so open. You didn’t want a new mom, you wanted your mom.

It was late by the time everyone was someone settled and Scarlett decided to treat the three of you to takeout, as if it was a dent in her purse spending $30. You decided to eat in your room, wanting to be alone for a while. Your dad had tried to convince you to sit with them but you knew you wouldn’t be able to stop the gag in the bag of your throat seeing them so lovey dovey. “Ok Kid, we’ll come say goodnight in a bit” Colin said as you trudged back up the stairs. “She hates me” Scarlett sighed, looking down at her engagement ring. “She doesn’t hate you, she just doesn’t know you that well yet” Colin said as he wrapped an arm around his partner. “It’s not been easy since her mom, she’s not as adaptable as me. It’ll take time but one day you and her will be the best of friends” he said. “Do you think so?” Scarlett asked “I know so. She’ll never admit it but when she was little I tried to get her into superhero’s. Black widow was her favourite before she watched Harry Potter and decided that that would be her entire personality” Colin smiled, Scarlett smiled as the little story. “I know deep down she’s excited to get to know you, she’s just scared. She thinks I’m replacing her mom, I just wish I could tell her that would never happen. But I have moved forward, and I’m happy. I’m so happy with you” Colin said as he lent forward to kiss Scarlett’s forehead. “Let’s eat, then we can say goodnight to y/n and snuggle up in OUR bedroom” Scarlett said with a wide smile.

Waking up in a new unfinished bedroom felt strange, what felt even more strange was the sound. At your old house, you would wake up to the birds singing, no matter the time. Living next to a large field had its perks and you loved the fresh air that came rushing into your bedroom every morning. You felt stiff having slept on a thin mattress against the bare floor, stretching out your sore muscles felt so good. You checked your phone briefly, seeing it was still very early. Your stomach growled as you looked over at the untouched takeout from last night, food had been the last thing on your mind sitting in your new room. You figured it would be a bad idea to eat next day cold chicken, so you ventured down to the kitchen in search of breakfast. It had only just gone 6am so you were surprised to hear cluttering coming from the kitchen. Shuffling in slowly, you saw Scarlett at the stove, pouring what looked to be pancake mix into the pan. Your heavy footsteps alerted the blonde to your presence “morning y/n” she said as she turned around to give you a warm smile, making you cringe internally. “Morning” you said as you crossed the room.

Scarlett continued her actions until she noticed your confused glance “thought I’d whip up a little something for breakfast, I’m a bit of an early riser so was gonna surprise your dad with breakfast in bed” she said as she flipped a pancake. The sweet tone of her voice infuriated you and without thinking you spoke your true thoughts “my mom used to do that for dad, she made her pancakes from scratch though” you coldly said, not missing the slight frown in Scarlett’s features. “Well I’m not the best at cooking” she said as she painted a smile back on her face “I did get a vegan mix tho, your dad told me you don’t eat dairy” she finished. “You’re making me pancakes?” You questioned, feeling slightly guilty at your earlier outburst. “Oh if you want something else feel free to help yourself. I have oat milk for cereal and there’s some eggs if you’d like those” Scarlett said, delicately moving the hot pancake from the pan to the plate. “I could make you some bacon if you’d prefer or perhaps some sausages?” Scarlett continued as she listed off the long list of breakfast items she had. “Can you just stop!” You yelled out suddenly, Scarlett froze at your outburst. “You don’t have to do…all this! I can take care of myself ok. I know you weren’t expecting some random teenager to be dumped with you when you got involved with my dad but I wasn’t exactly expecting a new mom. And just so we’re clear, I’m not looking for one either!” You yelled as you stormed out of the kitchen and stomped back up the stairs.

The noise from downstairs had woken Colin up and you brushed past him on your way back to your bedroom. “Y/n?” He said as you stormed past him with tears coating your cheeks. Your dad decided not to press you straight away, he’d learned early on after your mom passed that it was important for you to let out your emotions. Colin headed downstairs to see if his fiancé might be more open to talking. Walking in slowly, he saw a saddened looking Scarlett standing by the stove “honey?” He said softly. “You’re supposed to be in bed” she said as she turned to Colin “I was making pancakes for you” she said sadly. “What happened?” Colin asked as he made his way over to Scarlett. “Does y/n think I’m gonna replace her mom?” She spoke quietly. “Is that what she said?” Colin asked “well sort of” Scarlett said with a large frown. Colin ushered his fiancé over to the kitchen island where they sat together hand in hand. “She just said that she’s not looking for a new mom. She got upset when I was giving her some ideas for breakfast” Scarlett said. “Oh my god she’s so dramatic” your dad sighed “I’ll have a word and get to her apologise, she’s not gonna get away with being so rude” Colin said angrily as he rose from his seat. “I don’t think she meant it like that” Scarlett called, pausing Colin’s movements “she just got…overwhelmed. Maybe I came on too strong, I just wanted her to feel welcomed” the blonde frowned.

Back in your room, you sat in silence letting the guilt consume you. It was only when you heard the thumping footsteps outside your door did you finally return to reality. “What the hell is the matter with you!” Colin shouted as he threw open your bedroom door “I told you that you would be respectful to Scarlett and then you go and talk to her like that!” He yelled. “I’m sorry” you whispered under your breath “I’m not finished!” your dad screamed as he interrupted you “I am running out of options with you y/n, this behaviour has to stop! You are not the only one who lost your mom and it would be nice if you could just appreciate that I am happy. You may not like it but I am with Scarlett now and you are just gonna have to get used to it because this is reality now! I’m getting sick of you.” Colin said as you just sat and took your medicine. He didn’t even give you a chance to explain or apologise before he was out the door, bumping into Scarlett on the way. “You’re supposed to be taking a shower” she said with a disappointed glance. “I’m now going” Colin said in a huff as he brushed her off. “If that’s how you talk to her it’s no wonder she gets riled up so quickly” Scarlett said softly “what would you know? You’re not a mother are you” Colin said as he slammed the bathroom door closed.

Your door was gently pushed open and you glanced up cautiously to see Scarlett carrying through a tray of food. “Brought you some pancakes” she said brightly, slowly depositing the tray atop your desk. You could see the glimmer of sadness behind Scarlett’s eyes “I heard what my dad said to you, I’m sorry” you said. “It’s not your fault y/n” Scarlett said as she sceptically came to sit with you. “If I hadn’t made him angry he wouldn’t of said it, so I’m sorry” you sheepishly said “and I’m sorry for what I said too” the blonde placed her hand on your shoulder in what she hoped was a comforting touch “does he usually speak to you like that when he’s mad?” She asked. “You heard?” You said in an embarrassed tone “could hear him from downstairs” Scarlett replied. “He expects a lot from me, especially since mom died” you frowned. Scarlett had never seen such an angry side to Colin, she found herself feeling somewhat protective over you, despite her unconditional love for your dad. “He shouldn’t have yelled at you like that” the older woman said “he’s just going through a lot” you said, trying to find excuses for your dads behaviour. “So are you” Scarlett said as she rested her arm around your shoulders. You felt tears well up in your eyes and couldn’t resist but to lean into Scarlett’s embrace. You didn’t expect it to be so warm and so comfortable, something that felt almost like home. You forgot for a second that you weren’t basking in the comfort of your mom and sat up quickly to wipe your eyes. “Sorry, you shouldn’t have to deal with me being all hormonal and teenagery” you said while rubbing at your nose with your sleeve “thank you for breakfast” you said ending the conversation. Scarlett smiled as she stood up and left your room.

It was lunchtime when you next dared to venture out of your room, once again in search of food. Silence followed you throughout the large house as you journeyed towards the kitchen. You helped yourself to an apple from the spotless fruit basket on the corner counter. “Hey kiddo” your dad said from behind, startling you slightly. “Hi” you said questioningly over your shoulder, you watched as Colin took a seat at the island counter and assumed he wanted you to do the same. “Y/n I’m sorry about this morning, I shouldn’t have spoken to you like that” Colin said “it’s no excuse but I guess the move has been harder on me than I thought it would. I know you miss your mom sweetie and so do I but I just want you to get along with her” he finished with a face full of regret. “It’s okay, I forgive you” you said quietly before taking the first bite of your apple. “Scarlett said you got a bit upset, it was her who made me realise I was wrong, she was really mad at the way I spoke to you” Colin said with an uncomfortable laugh. “Oh mother of the year everybody” you said sarcastically, making your dad raise his eyebrows at you in a warning way “sorry” you huffed. Assuming the conversation was over you made a break for your bedroom “fancy a movie night later?” Your dad said pausing your movements “the 3 of us, your pick first?” He said as he walked up next to you “I think Scarlett might like another little hug” he said with a cheeky grin. you watched as he went into the living room, slightly annoyed that he knew about your slip up. Deep down, you knew the hug felt nice, but you remained decided - Scarlett isn’t your mom, she never will be.

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[scarletttries]

Kendall Roy x Neighbour! Reader Headcanons

Pairing: Kendall Roy x Reader

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: Smut, Dark!Kendall obsessive vibes, dub-con, reader discretion advised :)

Request: "Hi Scarlett! I was wondering if you could write a scenario when you just moved in Kendall's apartment and became a neighbor and he is obsessed with u emotionally and sexually??🥵🥵

Author’s Note: Thank you for this intense request, it was a lot of fun to write some dark Kendall as we all know this man would be capable of ANYTHING. Please don't read if you might feel upset by dark/obsessive/coercive themes :)

Dark! Kendall Roy x Neighbour!Reader Headcanons:

- Kendall Roy had lived in his building as long as he could remember, but he was sure he'd never met any of his neighbours, let alone learned their names. Maybe it was his weird hours of operation, maybe his security usually kept him from chance encounters, or maybe none of them ever seemed noteworthy enough to remember. Before you.

- He's not sure exactly how the stars aligned perfectly enough for him to end up bumping into you the day you moved into the one rent-controlled apartment in his building (he'd always found that surprisingly progressive for the otherwise snooty building, sure it must be to exploit a tax loophole), but from the moment he saw you carrying a box and directing delivery people with carefully wrapped up furniture, he knew he had to have you.

- He'd heard the commotion from the stairwell after returning home one day, curiously following the noise to see which rich, old, white man he'd be living across an expansive hall from now, surprised to find young, beautiful you. The picture of innocence, drawing him in with your magnetic energy until he clears his throat, making you jump and sending a dark shiver down his spine at the reaction. He watches you smile so so brightly as you crouch to the floor, setting down the boxes in your arms before springing back to your feet to shake his hand, but not before Kendall can enjoy the opportunity to stare down at you from above, sure he'd have you in this position again, if it was the last thing he did.

- All night your simple conversation would rattle through his mind, the way you repeated his name after he said, politely pretending you don't know exactly who he is, his name on your tongue sounding sweeter than it ever has before. It leaves him wondering how sweet your tongue would be on him in any other circumstances, and before he fully realises what he's doing his hand has slipped into his shorts and he's picturing you back on your knees, choking around him.

- Ever the gracious neighbour Kendall would send you an elaborate basket of expensive gifts to welcome you to the building. There'd be innocent things like designer home fragrances and fine imported coffee, but Kendall being Kendall, there'd also be chocolate covered strawberries, a bottle of champagne, and spa-quality cocoa butter massage oil. Everything he'd need to make you feel right at home for the night. When you appear at his door to thank him, almost bouncing for joy as you gush about his generosity, he's so sure he can smell a trace of cocoa butter, picturing you rubbing it all over yourself and thinking only of him.

- His infatuation with you only gets worse when his sexual desires become more emotionally founded: One night you'll knock on his door, later than a normal neighbourly conversation and Kendall will think you've finally come to return his primal feelings. As he flings the door open you look almost apologetic - you saw a headline about Waystar offices being under investigation and you wanted to check that he was feeling okay. It's a simple enough gesture, but it's one that cuts right to the core of Kendall, who so rarely has anyone check in and ask him how he's doing. And here you are, his perfect neighbour, cooing sweetly as you tell him it's going to be okay, and gently squeezing his hand, the embodiment of kindness and empathy, the antithesis of his family. And he knows you must be his and his alone, that he needs this from you every moment, of every day.

- After that night his obsession starts to get worse, barely able to make it through the night without a barrage of sweet, sensual dreams playing over and over in his mind of exactly what you'd do to take care of every part of him. He can't bear the thought of you with anyone else, installing a doorbell camera so he can keep an eye on your routine, making sure you don't bring home anyone that might get in his way. He learns your comings and goings so he can bump into you at his favourite times, usually on your way back from the gym, drinking in the way your exposed skin glows with a thin sheen of sweat, sure he could give you just as good of a workout if you let him. Sometimes he'll arrive home just in time to help you carry groceries inside, peering inside your bags to find out a little more about what you like, and thinking about a world where he gets to be the person you make homemade meals for.

- He finds himself obsessing over how to take the next step with you, how to secure you as his, sexually and emotionally. He thinks about sending more gifts, this time a lingerie set and a vibrator for when you want to think of him alone at night. Sometimes he thinks about trying to install a camera in your apartment when he knows you're home, waiting for a glimpse of you touching yourself and knocking on the door to give you a hand. In the end he goes for something a little bit more subtle, just hoping all the dominoes will fall into place.

- The wait for the perfect moment is agonising though, and some nights Kendall can't help but picture just tying you to his bed frame and keeping you there at his mercy for as long as it takes for you to accept that you belong to him. He's sure if he can make you cum enough times then eventually you'll see that he's always going to take care of you, and you'll have everything you need with him.

- But instead he waits until one day when you come back from the gym, avoiding his usual attempt to bump into you and letting you get straight home and into the shower as always. Then with a well-timed, and urgent, knock on the door he draws you out of your apartment in just your towel, having safely retreated to his own, watching through the doorbell camera as you take one, two, three steps into the hall, dripping from every inch of your skin, an absolute vision. And as if the universe is rewarding his genius, right on time, your apartment door locks shut behind you, leaving you in the hall in just your towel, no keys, no phone, no way back inside.

- Kendall has stop himself from ripping the door off its hinges the second you rap your knuckles gingerly against it, pretending to look confused by your state of undress as you explain, mortified, that you got locked out and you'd been in the shower, and does he have the number for the building manager or a spare key? Kendall ushers you inside, saying he'll make a call to the building manager, but 'he might be a while because he always takes Wednesdays off' offering to put on coffee while you wait. Wrapping yourself tightly in your towel you hover awkwardly in the doorway, trying not to think about what your one cute neighbour must think of you.

- Thrilled with how this is going so far, you almost naked in his home, with nowhere else to go, he offers you a seat, insisting you try this new massage chair he's just bought for himself, telling you it's the best money can buy, completely top of the line and will melt your worries away. Feeling so bad for intruding already you can hardly say no, tucking as much of the towel around you as possible, accepting that there's no way to sit that won't have all your most sensitive skin pressed bare against the satin soft fabric. Perching on the arm of the chair beside yours Kendall starts to toy with the small remote, telling you you're going to feel amazing in no time. Surely enough as he presses the controls the chair starts to vibrate all over, kneading against your shoulders and inner thighs, a strong vibration emanating right against your entrance.

- Kendall notices the way your whole body jolts as the sensations start, the way your cheeks start to flush rosy pink as every nerve in your body is stimulated to perfection, your bare skin rubbed and massaged by the tiny movements of the chair. You try and take a breath to ground yourself, now even more embarrassed at how incredible the vibrations felt, sending tremours through your centre that made every inch of you feel endlessly sensitive. Clenching your thighs together didn't help, only amplifying the waves of bliss washing over you, but Kendall certainly noticed when you did.

"Feels great right!" He laughed darkly, watching you squirm as your bare pussy rubs against the shaking fabric, no escape from the overwhelming pleasure no matter how you shift your body. You could only hum in agreement, biting your lip to stop a moan following it, trying desperately to keep hold of yourself, not wanting your hot neighbour to see you make even more of a mess of yourself today.

- The soft kneading down your spine had you arching your back, your nipples getting more and more obvious through the thin wet towel the more cold and sensitive and excited you got. Kendall could see the shame and powerlessness and embarrassment building on your face as your body betrayed you, your hands gripping the side of the chair as if maybe you could hold on long enough if you just really focused.

"Kendall, I-" You tried to stand up while your legs could still hold your weight, hoping you could pretend to be more comfortable standing, and praying the water dripping off your body would cover up any wet patch you might have left. But as you leant forward, Kendall stepped in front of you, barely having to push your trembling thighs back down to keep you in place, a devilish grin on his face as he watched your eyes widen at his actions.

"You can't move yet sweetheart, I haven't even shown you all the settings. I think we can make you feel even better." The glint in his eye made you want to run out the door for help, but as he pressed one button and the vibrations whirred faster and stronger you found yourself fixed to your spot, the feelings of ecstasy building inside you and leaving you completely at his control.

"See, I can take care of you. I promise, you've never had someone take care of you like I can." Kendall cooed as his fingers stroked lazily up your thighs, adding to the overwhelming sensation already coursing through your veins. "Say the word, and I'll take care of every part of you, every fucking day." His voice was laced with such intensity you could feel yourself getting wetter as he spoke, unclear about how you ended up in this position, but starting to get the impression none of this was accidental. You watched his fingertips graze along the edge of your towel, looking up to see what you made of his offer and breaking into a wide grin as you nodded your head back at him, trying to speak but only being able to moan out his name in response.

"Good girl." He teased back, turning the dial up one more time before unceremoniously pulling open your towel just in time to watch your whole body shake with pleasure as your release cascaded through every part of you, your pussy throbbing from the release around nothing, thighs twitching under Kendall's hands as he kept you firmly planted in that spot until he was positive you couldn't take another second. Finally helping you rise to your unsteady feet he'd plant his lips against yours, hungry to taste you, unsure how he'd waited even this long to finally feel you lean into him, lips soft and warm, your skin sensitive everywhere his hands met it. Looking down at your wet naked body, cheeks still flush with a tinge of shame, he licked his lips and chuckled, "We're going to have so much fun, neighbour."

- Once that threshold is past, there's no going back for Kendall. He'll steal all your underwear and make you sit on his lap just so he can toy with you, watching you squirm like the first time, peppering your neck with kisses until you can't keep still. He'll hide your clothes when you're staying over at his so you're stuck there, wandering around his penthouse naked until he's seen enough.

- He'll wake you in the night with his fingers inn you, teasing your folds and strumming your clit until you beg him to fuck you, waking up the next morning full of his cum. He'll insist on pushing it back into you again and again, hoping that if he can get you pregnant, you'll stay by him forever.

- It's not just a sexual obsession, Kendall will come to you in all his darkest hours, collapsing on your lap and lamenting about the world while you stroke his hair and reassure him that the world hasn't ended on even his worst days.

- You are everything Kendall Roy has ever wanted for himself. He knew it from the moment he laid eyes on you, and he knows it every time you blush at his relentless teasing. And he'll never let anything take what he wants away from him.

[widowsistersandfriends]

It's Time To Smile

Request: I’m so bad at asks sorry, but could you maybe write something for Scarlett/Florence/Lizzie (or a combo, up to you) x reader with some really gentle twords? Any ideas you’ve got are totally cool, but maybe tummy focus? Yikes sorry I’m the worst at asks but feel free to experiment!

Summary: The reader is a stunt double in the new Avengers movie and is struggling with her success in landing her stunts. Lizzie, Florence, and Scarlett know a way to cheer her up (lee!reader x ler!Scarlett x ler!Lizzie x ler!Florence)

Note: Thank you so much for this request! This is my first time writing for these three, so I hope I did okay! Hope you enjoy :)

Word Count: 1393

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You were working on a new role in a movie, but not the typical one people think of. You were the stunt double for Scarlett’s character Natasha in this new Avengers movie. Even though you weren’t one of the main stars or anything, you knew your role was crucial for the success of this movie.

Your athleticism and training had prepared you well for this, but that didn’t mean there weren’t any challenges. As much as you practiced, it was still difficult to land some of the stunts and you were starting to get frustrated with yourself. 

You sat alone during a break from filming, head in your hands. You were quietly whispering to yourself to get it together. While it was unlikely, you knew it was possible for them to replace you with someone better.

You were deep in your thoughts when you heard a voice.

“Y/N? Are you okay? What are you doing here all alone?” Lizzie asked, slowly approaching you.

“Oh, it’s nothing, I’m fine,” you said, waving her off.

“You don’t look fine,” Lizzie commented, taking a seat next to you.

You waited in silence for a bit, not knowing where to start. Lizzie knew your gears were grinding, so she gave you some time to think.

“It’s just…I don’t feel like I’m doing my job well enough,” you said with a sigh.

“Why do you think that?” Lizzie asked.

“It’s just that these stunts are really hard, but it’s my job and I can’t even do it right,” you said with frustration.

“Hey hey, it’s okay. We all know how difficult it is, and that’s exactly why we have you do them. We can do some stunts, but we can’t do them to your ability. None of us are here to judge you because you’re here to help us do what we can’t,” Lizzie comforted, while patting your back gently.

“I know, I’m just really hard on myself and I want this movie to do well,” you said, resting your chin in your hands.

“I promise you, you’ll land those stunts and we’re gonna break the box office with this movie,” Lizzie said, still rubbing your back gently.

You nodded, showing that you acknowledged what she said. 

“Do you believe me?” Lizzie asked.

You thought for a second before responding, feeling more playful now.

“I don’t know if I can trust someone who can’t do their own stunts,” you said cheekily.

“Oh you little turd! You’re not even my stunt double!” Lizzie responded, now curling her fingers to scratch and wiggle against your back.

You were caught off guard and yelped, arching your back and quickly trying to twist away from her.

“Stop!!” You pleaded weakly, backing up against the couch you were sitting on.

Suddenly, Scarlett and Florence entered the room, hearing your pleading and thinking something was wrong.

“What’s going on?” Scarlett asked, worried that you were hurt.

“Your little stunt double here was lacking some confidence, so I comforted her, but then she decided to be brat,” Lizzie said, smirking as you were squirming from her squeezing the back of your neck.

“Lehehehet mehehe gohoho,” you giggled, reaching up to remove her hands, which just gave her access to poke you in the ribs. You let out a bark of laughter before curling up into a ball.

“Wanna help me tickle her to pieces? Lizzie asked Scarlett and Florence.

“Yeah, I think she needs some cheering up right? She was sad earlier?” Florence teased, approaching you with an evil grin.

“No! Never!” You declared stubbornly, clamping your mouth closed and refusing to smile.

“Natasha 2.0, you know you’re outnumbered right?” Scarlett said, helping the other two pin you to the couch.

Florence sat on your legs and began lightly tickling your feet. You squeezed your eyes shut, bucking against them to throw them off.

“Awwww, what’s the matter, Y/N? Ticklish?” Scarlett asked, slowly rolling your shirt up.

She began to add in on the tickling, spidering her fingers up and down your sides. You let out a snort, but quickly covered it up as a cough.

“I heard that Y/N,” Scarlett said, narrowing her eyes down at you, as you avoided eye contact.

Lizzie joined in, holding your arms above your head and using one hand to tickle your armpits.

All three of them tickling you was too much to not smile, which you reluctantly broke out into one.

“AWWW there’s that smile,” Lizzie cooed. However, a smile is all they got…for now.

“We gotta find her weak spot to really make her break,” Florence commented, now getting off of your legs.

“Where’s your most ticklish spot hmm?” Scarlett asked, eyeing your torso.

“Why would I tell you that?” You asked, struggling to escape.

“Because we need to hear your precious laugh and make sure you’re all cheered up,” Lizzie said, poking around your torso.

You flinched when she poked around your stomach and quickly pushed her hands away.

“Oh? I think I found itttt,” Lizzie teased, as she brought your hands above your head again.

“Scarlett? Wanna do the honors? She’s your little mini me after all,” Lizzie suggested.

“Scarlett no!! I trusted you!” You croaked, begging her to not tickle your stomach.

“Oh I’ve so gotta see this,” Scarlett said with a grin. With that, she took her ten nails and dragged them over your soft bare stomach, making you twist and jump against the sensation.

“I’m hardly even doing anything,” Scarlett giggled.

“I knohohow buhuhut ihihit tihihickles,” you giggled, unable to hold them back.

“Oooh I hear some giggles,” Florence teased, as you blushed.

Without warning, Scarlett began to wiggle her fingers as fast as she could over any part of your stomach she could reach.

“WAHAHAIT STAHAHAP PLEHEHEASE,” you screamed, attempting to yank your arms down.

“Stop what? Tickling you? Making you laugh because you’re so extremely ticklish?” Scarlett teased, as you thrashed and jerked on the couch.

“YEHEHES STAHAHAHAP IHIHI CAHAHANT STAHAHAHAND IHIHIT,” You squealed, as she began squeezing the sides of your stomach.

You felt your eyes begin to water, so they gave you a quick break.

“Are you gonna let me go now?” You scoffed.

“Not with that attitude,” Lizzie commented, and switched spots with Scarlett. 

“Noooo plehehehease,” you begged, unable to handle much more.

“Please tickle you some more? You got it!” Lizzie said cheekily, as she bent down to blow three consecutive raspberries right over your belly button.

You screamed with laughter, eventually having it go silent.

“Wow that’s good,” Florence commented, as you rolled your eyes.

“Want some more?” Lizzie asked.

“NO! STOP I MEHEHEHEAN IHIHIT AHAHAHAHAHA,” you screamed with laughter, as she blew more raspberries all over your tummy.

“Wait, I wanna try something,” Florence said, switching spots with Lizzie.

“I promise this will be the last tickling you get,” Florence said, but you were unconvinced.

Florence slightly folded your waist band down, just enough to expose your lower stomach and waist.

You shook your head in fear, out of words to say or beg.

“Cat got your tongue?” Florence asked, before using her two index fingers to scratch away at your waist, causing you to twitch and jolt every which way, while you begged for her to stop through your laughter.

“Two fingers is all it takes? That’s insane,” Florence commented, as she now spidered all over your lower tummy.

“MEHEHERCY OHOH MY GOHOHOD,” you cried, struggling to get any more words out.

“Oh alright, you’ve had enough,” Florence said, and got off of you.

The three girls helped you sit up and got you a cold cup of water.

“Feel better?” Scarlett asked.

“From being sad or the tickling?” You asked.

“Both,” the three of them all responded.

“I do,” you said with a smile.

“Even if it was torture for you?” Lizzie teased.

“It wasn’t even that bad,” you said, trying to play tough.

“Really? Do we need to remind you how ticklish your stomach is?” Scarlett asked, as you quickly said no and jumped away from them, leading to lots of laughs at your expense.

You guys eventually resumed filming for the day. Maybe there was magic in those tickles, or the threat of them, but you were able to master every stunt you did that day and the movie ended up being a big success.

[dr-spencer-reids-queen]

Morbid Fascination

Pairing: Jennifer Jareau x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~1.5k

Warnings: fluff

Summary: JJ and the team continue to look for the unsub that keeps slipping from their grasp while you get ready for the housewarming party you’re throwing to celebrate living with JJ. The party is a success, but becomes a bit too interested in the bleeding painting you got at Leo’s art gallery. 

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Square Filled: hotch for @anyfandomgoesbingo

Author’s Note: any and all comments are greatly appreciated <3

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“I don’t know why you’re asking me this. You know I’m not into that stuff. You choose. We’ll be fine with whatever you put out,” JJ says as she gets dressed for work.

“Baby, it’s not just me. You’re in this with me, too. I don’t want to put out something that they don’t like.”

“Fine. Finger foods. You okay with that?”

“Baby, finger foods won’t go over well with people from my world.”

“See? This is why I tend to stay out of the decision-making. It’s a housewarming party. Just make good food and I don’t think they’d care. I trust you.”

You and JJ walked about having a housewarming party once she was all moved in, and the last box is now unpacked. All that’s left to do is invite people and make a menu for the guests. The doorbell rings and JJ leaves the room with her morning coffee in hand. She opens the door to a delivery man with a huge package--it must be a painting due to its size.

“I have a package for Y/N.”

“That’s me,” you smile and walk over to him. You sign his device and bring the painting inside. “Thank you.”

“What is it?”

“When I was looking for a gift for you, I thought of my art friend, Leo. He’s very good at finding auctions, and he owns an upscale art gallery where I saw this painting there.” You rip the wrapping paper off. “I don’t know. I like it.”

“Wow.” She tilts her head to the side as she takes in the bleeding painting. You call it that because the paint looks like it’s bleeding with the way it’s dripping. “That’s… different.”

“What, you don’t like it?”

“Is that paint?” she asks and looks closer.

“Of course, it is. Paint can do anything these days.”

“How much did you pay for it?” she asks and takes a sip of her coffee.

“Two-point-five million,” you mumble.

JJ gasps and chokes on her coffee, careful not to spill any of it on her new shirt. “For that? I can do that!”

“I like it,” you shrug.

“Where are you going to put it?”

“The empty wall in the living room unless you don’t want it there.”

“Put it where you want,” she chuckles. “I’d advise you not to spend your money on stuff like this but I bet you’ll make that back in a few weeks.”

“Yeah,” you nod in agreement. You slide the painting into the living room to put up later and turn to her. “So, about that menu.”

She laughs. “My friends will like anything. Spencer eats anything, Derek eats anything, Emily is allergic to shellfish, Penelope loves any kind of meat, and Rossi loves bourbon and whiskey. I’m not sure what Hotch likes, but I’m sure he’ll adapt.”

“Meat but no shellfish. I can work with that.”

She walks into the kitchen to pour herself another cup of coffee, this time in a thermos for work.

“Who are you inviting?”

“Just some friends in the business and a few celebrities I’ve done business with. Ones I’m close with, anyway.”

“Like who?”

“Blake Lively and Ryan Reynolds which means Taylor Swift might also show. Scarlett Johansson, Robert Downy Jr., Jennifer Lawrence, George Clooney, and Ben Affleck. To name a few.”

“Okay.” JJ is starstruck by those names but tries to play it cool. “Wow, why am I suddenly so nervous?”

“They’re sweethearts. Really good people. You’ll love them.”

“Okay, I have to get to work. Try not to spend all your money in one place.” She kisses you on her way out. “I love you!”

“I love you, too!”

JJ gets to work thirty minutes later and meets everyone in the briefing room.

“Just so you know, Y/N and I are throwing a housewarming party, and you’re all invited. I already told her no shellfish,” she winks at Emily.

“I’ll be there,” she smiles.

“Oh, and there may or may not be some celebrities there. Apparently, she’s close to a few of them.”

“Let’s get started,” Hotch says. “Penelope, what’s the update?”

“Well, we’re still no closer to finding the sick bastard. However, I just got word right before you walked in that two women who were out jogging in a residential neighborhood went missing. Their pictures are already circling through the news.”

“The ME reports on the other victims have come in,” Spencer says. “According to her, the victims were dead when they were drained of blood, and she found high doses of anesthesia in their systems.”

“That could mean the unsub feels remorse for his victims,” Derek says. “He doesn’t want them feeling pain.”

“Maybe. If he’s using anesthesia, he has to be getting that from somewhere, right? I’m assuming it’s not easy making something like that.”

“Garcia, look into businesses where they sell anesthesia and equipment for blood draining.”

“I am on it.”

She gathers her things and leaves the briefing room.

“Prentiss, you and Morgan talk to the neighbors. Maybe someone might have seen something.” The two get up and leave. “Reid, you and Dave talk to their families and see if there is a connection to the other women.”

“I’ll compile a press conference to give out the profile when we’re ready,” JJ says.

She’s not a liaison anymore, but she’s the best person for the job. You decide to stay at home instead of going into the office, and you’re in the middle of hanging the painting in the living room when the show you’re watching is interrupted by an emergency broadcast. JJ’s face comes on screen, and you turn it up to hear what she has to say.

“The suspect we’re looking for is a caucasian male between the ages of thirty and fifty. He isn’t sociable and will often shy away from large crowds. If you’ve met this man, then he will come across as not confident even though he pretends to be. He’s skilled enough to talk his way out of trouble but the same will not go for informal conversations. Please, if you think you know or know of a man like this, please call the FBI with the number at the bottom of your screen. We encourage those not to travel alone and not at night. Thank you.”

No wonder JJ is stressed. She’s been on this case for weeks and this man is somehow avoiding the FBI like the plague.

You hope this party will take some stress off her shoulders.

With the menu already figured out, you hired a chef to create it. Before you know it, there is a beautiful array of foods laid out on two tables in the living room. This isn’t a formal party so there are no servers to bring the trays around. Despite the elegant look of your house, you want this to be as chill as possible.

There are already a few people from different jeweler businesses already here, and the next people to show up are JJ’s entire team.

“Hi, welcome in. Alcohol is in the kitchen. Food is in the living room. Mingle and enjoy!” Hotch is the last one in, and you give him a warm smile. “JJ didn’t tell me what you liked to eat, so I had to guess. I hope you like what I have.”

“I’m sure I will. You have a very nice home.”

“Thank you.”

Not every celebrity that you invited showed up, but enough on the list was able to make it.

“Oh, Y/N, Rossi was asking about the layout of the house,” JJ says and brings Rossi over to you.

“I have an architect that I work with. He’s designed all four of my homes and all of my businesses. Are you looking to build a house?”

“I might be.”

“Where is he?” You look around the room and spot Randy talking with his wife. “Ah, Randy! Come here!” He breaks away from her and joins your group. “Randy, this is Rossi from the FBI. Rossi, Randy Miller.” They get to talking and you notice JJ by the food table. “Excuse me.”

“Hey,” JJ says when you approach her. “Sorry I didn’t do much to help put this together.”

“It’s okay. I know you were busy. I saw your press conference earlier. I hope you catch the guy.”

“Me, too, but I don’t want to talk about work here.” You understand. “Oh, my God, is that Julia Roberts? I’ll be right back.”

You can’t help but smile at her amusement. Spencer stands in front of the painting you bought and tilts his head in fascination.

“Do you like it?”

“What kind of painting is this? What paint was used?”

“I’m not sure. I’m not an expert. Why?”

“There’s something about this painting…”

“What?”

“I don’t know. Where did you get it from?”

“Leo’s art gallery. He said the artist is anonymous so I’m not sure who painted it. I like it, though. I like the way the paint drips down.”

“Hmm, interesting,” Spencer mutters, unable to look away.

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