#the mask took over her fucking life. she has no idea who she is anymore

[surrealsunset]

the sun always shines on TV

[tremendouscreationperson]

Logan x Reader pt.5

The long awaited reunion

This isn't the last one don't worry

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You were the last to exit and as though rehearsed your family parted to the left and right revealing him.

Logan was standing next to Wade with a sincere grin. His eyebrows had risen and he let out a shaky breath. It took less than two steps for him to be in your space and scooping you up. Crushing you in a bear hug, one hand caressed your spine, whilst the other tangled in your hair.

“You came.” He breathed into your ear, taking a deep breath.

“Of course, I missed you.” You whispered back, tugging him closer.

Logan pulled back slightly to observe your face, hand sliding down to cup your cheek. He didn't care about his ‘bad boy/couldn't care less’ reputation anymore. He had lost you twice! He loved you and he needed the world to know. “It took a full month to convince the TVA to bring you back and B-15 told us she'd give you the option of staying, I was terrified I'd never see you again.”

The pain behind his eyes was heartbreaking.

“It's okay.” Your hands on his back rubbed small circles, trying to calm him. “I'm here.”

“I love you.” He declared.

And in that moment it didn't matter that he wasn't your first love because you knew he'd be the last. He would be there for you and you'd be there in turn. “I love you, too.”

Logan bent his neck and kissed you. It was easy, slow. He didn't need to rush. He had you now. You were back in his arms.

“Wooooo-hooooo!” Wade cheered. “Gosh guys I'm so emotional I need some tissues… and some lotion… and a gag.”

Logan growled which went straight to your abdomen. Shit. That was hot. He was hot. Fuck you were done for.

El shoved Wade but was chuckling.

“Glad to see you.” You spoke over Logan's shoulder.

“So am I, I tell ya, the moping this guy has done.” He clapped Logan's back. “I'm sure the Cavillrine wouldn't have been such a pussy.”

“The who?” You scrunched your eyebrows in confusion but let Wade babble on about ‘Superman’ and ‘oh my god him in the Witcher?!’.

As Wade yapped he led you all out of illuminati headquarters. He told you that the apartment block which had been brought for you was one that he and Logan currently resided in. He then went on to tell you about his blind roommate and that they were going to throw you a housewarming party at the weekend.

The apartments weren't far, but Wade had booked a - far too small - taxi for you. Resulting in six suited up heroes standing on the sidewalk just staring blankly at him.

“Dopinder, I swear on Blanche, Dorothy, Sophia and Rose, I will beat you.” He threatened the man, taking his mask off to give an unsettling amount of eye contact. “I told you there would be seven!”

“Mr Pool, you know the type of Taxi I drive.” Dopinder argued back. “I can do two trips but it won't be cheap.”

“You sexy little bastard.” Wade's eyes narrowed.

“It’s okay.” Logan interrupted another round of flattering insults. “We can walk back.” He gestured to you and himself.

“Uh, peanut. I may still be at a third grade reading level but seven minus two is five.” Wade used his fingers animatedly to show the maths. “We won't all fit!”

“I can... go with them.” Laura suggested. She looked a little awkward about the idea but she stood by it.

“Aww! Y/N and her Wolverines!”

You frowned. “Why do you pronounce my name like that?”

“Like what?”

“Like Y/N. My name is Y/N.”

“Yeah, exactly!”

The man baffled you but you shook your head letting it go. The others piled into the small vehicle and waved at you as they pulled away from the curb.

“How long’s the walk?” You asked, genuinely curious. You were in New York, that was obvious, the sun beat down on midday traffic, there was the constant buzz of life and you felt at ease. This was familiar in a way which had long been forgotten.

“Give or take twenty minutes.”

You nodded and gestured for him to lead the way. Logan took hold of your hand and pulled you along.

“So, Laura this is New York.” You smiled at her, her eyes were darting around taking everything in.

“It's busy.” She commented.

You chuckled. “This is fairly quiet, or at least for my world it is.”

Laura took the information in, decowling herself. You smiled wider and reached out for her hand.

“Logan, what's it been like living here?”

“I won't say exactly the same.” He scratched his head. “But it isn't really different. The News is on at 4 o’clock rather than 5. For me it's warmer.” For you and Laura it was cooler, years of that boiling wasteland had acclimatised you both. “I like the milkshakes from Joey's.”

“Have you ever had a milkshake?” You all stopped at a crossing. Laura frowned at the lights and you explained what was happening, you also told her the gesture to thank the cars. “Laura, baby, have you had a milkshake?”

She shook her head. “I don't think so.”

“Well, we'll have to pick some up.” You declared.

The walk was pleasant. Your Wolverines were awkward around each other and for some reason that was the cutest thing. They both were at ease with you though so you operated as their interpreter.

Every now and then you stopped to admire a building or a tree or even just look in a shop window, mostly for you but it was also for Laura. You knew she was born in a different time to you. She wasn't used to this level of civilization. She had told you once, when she had snuck into your room after a particularly bad nightmare, that she was raised in a facility. That a nurse had broken her out and handed her off to Logan. That he hadn't been too kind but Charles was. That they spent time on the road and he had died for her. That her and others had to escape to EDEN. But EDEN wasn't all it was cracked up to be, they were safe but they were poor. They were needy and eventually they were transported to the Void.

She was mesmerised by a little sausage dog. You asked the elderly lady if she could pet it and the woman eagerly agreed.

Laura was cautious but after watching you stroke the little fella she did. A surprised grin formed. “He's cute.”

“He's called Harold.” The lady told you as Harold flopped onto his back. “After my late husband.”

“That's very sweet.” You rubbed his belly.

“Why are you lot dressed like that?” She wondered. "You aren't heroes are you?"

Images of backlash and abuse bombarded your mind. Would this lady suddenly hate you like others had? Wait, were you still a second class citizen because you were a mutant? No. That couldn't be true. Not when you had Captain America and Ghost Rider and Venom. How could people love them but hate mutants? “We're going to a fancy dress party.” The excuse tumbled from your mouth. Two sets of wide eyes glanced at you and then each other.

“Well, I'm sure you'll win.” She tutted at Harold. “Come on, fat boy, let's get a move on.”

Harold didn't seem like he wanted to but did eventually follow her, plodding away.

“You don't have to be worried.” Logan reassured you as you rose from the crouched position. “Being a Mutant isn't a bad thing here.”

“It isn't?”

“No. Not here.”

“So you tell me it's warmer but not that being a Mutant is okay?”

He didn't have an answer for that. He had been in as much shock as you that it was alright but he had settled in remarkably easy. He wasn't turned away from bars or eyed suspiciously in the street and he loved it.

“What's a fancy dress party?” Laura questioned.

“It's a party where people dress up as characters or animals or things.”

“And a party is when people are together and eat?”

“Yeah, eat, drink, have fun.” You resumed the journey.

“Okay.” She watched a pigeon fly overhead. “And Wade is having a party for us?”

“Yeah.” Logan grumbled. “His parties are a bit weird but his friends are okay.”

~~

The apartment was nice. There was a safety deposit box which contained your keys, you and Laura had separate homes. You all did. That was daunting. No one else lived in the building except for you seven (plus Blind Al and a pretty ugly dog) so, once you'd exited the elevator, it didn't surprise you at all to find each person's front doors were open.

You followed the sound of Wade nattering on and found everyone crowding a kitchen counter. This must be Wade's house as it was lived in. It wasn't blank and pristine like the others were. Wade stood with the dog - Mary Puppins - cradled in his arms, next to Blind Al. Gambit was to her left, leaning against the counter. El and Blade's backs were facing you.

“And then Blind Al and I found a buttload of- oh hey!” Blind Al’s face swivelled over in your direction. “Al, sweetheart, you know our beefcake Logan, well, there's a mini version of him with boobs and the one he's been a little bitch about.”

“Ah, Y/N.” She gave you an unenthusiastic wave. “Wish I was deaf and blind the way he was going on. Real pussy drier.”

You hadn't expected her to be as crude as Wade but then you really thought about it. If these two lived together yeah they were bound to be alike. They would rub off on each other. That thought amused you because you could literally imagine Wade trying his luck.

“Yes.” El had caught the look on your face as Al spoke, she tried to steer the subject. “They've been telling us about their relationship and how they met.”

“I li’ ‘em. Both a’ bad a’ ‘ch other.” Gambit placed an arm around Al's shoulders. “I li’ her t’ best.”

“Get off my roommate you perve.” Deadpool spoke with the dogs tongue in his mouth, then he addressed you three. “Basically explaining the first two movies. My relationship with Vanessa and how that's going.”

Blade whistled in a way that sounded like it descented. “Poorly.”

“Vanessa?” You glanced around at each member in the room. “Aren't you with Spiderman?”

“Ah.” He placed the dog on the counter. “So movieverse Deadpool has to be straight presenting or the dude bros will bomb it. I can be as gay as I want if I have a girlfriend.”

You filed that into the "this makes no sense to you but you didn't have the energy to argue with him" drawer. In your universe Deadpool had a crush on Spidey and it was plain, to anyone that looked, they liked each other.

“So, the living situation…” You stroked the dog's head when it twaddled up to you. “How are we feeling?”

“It's ‘lotta space.” Gambit voiced your own opinion.

“It'll be nice to have privacy but I won't lock my door.” Blade's eyes had scanned each of your faces and landed on Wade's. “If you're knocking it's locked.”

“I have my own key.” Laura commented. “I've never been alone.”

“How many rooms are they?” You asked the group.

“One bedroom, one bathroom.” El supplied.

That wasn't what you wanted to hear. You and Laura could've shared if there were separate rooms. “If you're scared we can bunk together.”

Wade burst out in maniacal giggles. He had to clutch his stomach to calm himself. “I-I’m so-sorry. Did-did you see the- the way Peanuts face-” He took a deep breath. “Oh, that's good shit. He realised there'd be no sex tonight. Damn, that was hilarious." He wiped a nonexistent tear from his eye.

Blind Al smacked his head with surprising accuracy. “Can I bunk with one of you?”

~~

The TV was on, lowly creating background noise as Laura channel surfed. She was wearing one of the outfits provided. It was a pair of grey joggers and a vest top. She had taken the matching hoodie off a while ago.

“So this is what people do?” She called from the couch as you made a quick pasta dish. It wasn't difficult to boil a pot and throw some pesto and cheese at it but it felt so foreign to be making this, not to be cracking open a tin of spam or fruit salad. To be actually making food.

“Uh huh,” You added salt to the boiling water. “It's like a pretty big pastime.”

She huffed and flicked over to a voice you never thought you'd hear again. Judge Judy. You padded over, barefoot, to the front room. You were wearing a pair of black joggers and a white tee, your feet were cold. “My mom and I used to watch this.”

“She's loud.” Laura looked up at you.

“Yeah, she always put them in their place, though.” You crossed your arms. “My nan, as well. I'd come home and my mom would be passed out watching this. You could just switch it on and she'd fall asleep instantly.” You extenuated the last word with a snap of your fingers.

“What was her name?” Laura's eyes were big.

You told her your mother's name and then your nans. “I don't know if they'd even be alive in this universe.”

“How would we- check?” Laura jumped as Judy yelled ‘baloney’.

“I dunno, I suppose Facebook?” Laura made a face and you waved her off, you'd explain social media at a later date. “We'll have to get phones tomorrow. Start buying clothes as well, get you into music and TV and all the usual teenage shit.”

The door opened and Logan kicked it shut. “I'm back.” He juggled the plastic bags.

“Hi.” You greeted him, helping with the bags.

“We didn't know when you were arriving.” He blushed. You were both standing in ‘your room’, you had begun to pack away your clothes. “I'm sorry, I have some pasta at mine, I can run down the road and get sauce and cheese and other things.”

“Okay, that would be really helpful.” You took your gloves off and chucked them on top of the duvet. “Thank you. Don't get too many things, though, 'cause I'll have to do a big shop tomorrow.”

Logan’s hand twitched to catch yours. No. He needed to leave, he couldn't get distracted. Despite the fact that he really wanted to get distracted with you. No. He couldn't. Laura was currently in the shower, using the imperishable goods that had been provided and he didn't know how long you two would be alone.

“I got a few basics.” Placing the bags on your counter. The layout of your apartment was the same as Wade's, as everyone's, but the colour scheme was slightly different. Your counter was oak, where Wade's was marble.

“A few.” You mocked him watching him unload.

There was the pesto and cheese along with bread, butter, eggs, bacon, bottles of water, two fizzy drinks, chocolate bars, cereal, a multi bag of chips, cookies, all the feminine products in the store and fuzzy socks.

"You knew my feet were cold." Your fingers grazed the socks.

He shrugged, a red tint on his cheeks. "I saw you didn't have many socks and they were in the store so I thought..." He trailed off.

You kissed his cheek and thanked him. He caught your elbow and captured your lips. His lips were soft and delicate, taking you in. Logan pulled back, reluctantly, and placed a final kiss to your temple.

You let your eyes fly to Laura she was pointedly watching Judy, to give you some privacy.

“Laura look!” You picked up the cereal, it was the same brand she favoured in the Void. She looked over and almost split her face with a grin. Laura stood and bounced over to you both. She made a move to open the cereal and you stopped her. “No, missy. Tomorrow morning you can have it how it's meant to be eaten but tonight we have pesto pasta. We have to try and work out what you like so we can buy more food.”

“It's-" Her brows pulled. "We can just buy food.” She looked down. “We don't have to…” She then turned her head away, upset. “Why am I sad?”

“Oh baby.” You rounded the counter and pulled her in. She hugged you tight and sniffled.

“You'll be okay, kid.” Logan spoke. You looked up at him and extended an arm, he took your hand and you eased him into the hug. Logan kissed your forehead and stroked her hair.

“I love you both.” You leaned fully into them, into your man and your child. They were all yours and that was brilliant.

“I love you.”

“Love you, more.” They both replied at the same time.

A hissing noise interrupted the moment and you cursed, scrambling to the pot that boiled over. You turned the oven down and stirred the pasta.

“Logan, can you show Laura where everything goes?” You asked over your shoulder. “We can open both of the drinks, see what Laura likes best?”

He agreed and eased himself into the role of ‘father’ so easily. It suited him so well. He was born to care, either as a dad or a teacher or a friend.

~~

When you previously shared a bed, Laura and you always slept facing each other and tonight was no different. You both went to each individual door and bid goodnight to your family - Logan telling you three times that he was only next door - then came back and settled down.

She held your hand and was able to sleep almost immediately. It was the softness of the blankets, the comfortable pillow, the fresh sheets, the glass of warm milk you'd made for her, the fact that she was full for the first time in years.

She was content.

You, however, were the opposite.

It was too soft, too comfy, too good to be true. You were waiting for the rug to be pulled from under your feet, waiting for someone to tell you this wasn't real. Cassandra had created this as a cruel illusion, you were really back in the Void with her.

Taking meticulous care, you extracted yourself from the bed, she deserved a good night's sleep. She deserved so much more.

You waddled to the fire escape and opened the window. The night was beautiful. Thousands of multicoloured lights shone, illuminating the roads. There was still life on the streets, still takeaways open and people milling about. You wouldn't have had a sight so gorgeous a week ago. It was cockroaches and murderers.

“Hey.” Logan spoke, causing you to jump. He was sitting on the steps to your left, smoking a cigar. He wore pyjama bottoms and nothing else. Fuck me. He was fucking ripped. You would never get used to how perfect his body was.

“Hi.” You climbed through, sitting back on the window sill, crossing your legs for completely innocent reasons.

“Can't sleep?”

You shook your head. “You?”

“I figured you'd find it hard to sleep.” He took another puff.

“What, so you've been out here all night?” You joked and except for the quirk of a brow, his face didn't move an inch, he just kept looking at you as you realised, “you have been.”

“I wanted to be here if you needed me.” He exhaled, smoke swirling towards the sky.

You stood from the sill and were in front of him in seconds, standing between his knees, hands cupping his cheeks. “Has anyone ever told you you're really cute?”

Logan rolled his eyes but smirked at you. “You'd be the first.”

“You are.” You vowed and bent your head.

This was the first time you initiated a kiss. You had told him to kiss you in the Void and you had kissed him back every other time, and you'd kissed his cheek but this was the first time you controlled an actual kiss.

You were tempted to heat it up but a small voice in the back of your head told you to take it slow. You knew you loved Logan and he loved you but you didn't know him. This version was different. You didn't actually know this man. Imagine if he was allergic to prawns or something?

You pulled away and found he chased after you, releasing a shaky breath against your lips.

“Do you want to come shopping with us tomorrow?” You whispered, lips touching his. His hands had found purchase at your thighs and he gave them a frustratingly good squeeze.

Licking his lips just so his tongue grazed yours. “Of course.” He pecked you. “Anything.”

Part 6

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[samenameastheothers]

Right Person Wrong Time pt. 2

✨MDNI✨

Ummmm hellooo!! First off I want to thank everybody for the love on pt. 1…like wtf I was not expecting that! Anyway I hope you all enjoy pt. 2 it's a little shorter...

I'm hoping to make one more part but classes suck and so does life sometimes so I have no idea when ill get that out. Everyone who asked to be tagged will be tagged again in pt.3 and if you want to be tagged, add a note at the bottom. <3

Warnings: Graphic descriptions of sex, reader dreams of cheating, swearing, itsnothappyyetbutipromiseitscoming :)  

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You finished your mission, got the information the Rhysand needed, and left. The effort it took to continue made up some of your hardest moments, and that was saying something. Regardless, you had continued on. Azriel was always behind you, you could feel his presence even more now with the bond, but he made sure you could never see him. Upon your return to Velaris, you masked everything, the bond, and your true feelings about it. You were good at that, masking what you felt, that's the reason you were in the inner circle, in The Court of Dreams in the first place. You wouldn't be here if it weren't for your excellence in discretion, it's the way you kept secrets that made you stand out to the High Lord those years ago, made you stand out to him. It didn't matter anymore, what made you special, rumors got out that you sold information to other courts a few months ago. After hours of integration by your own partner, there was no evidence that you did it, but no evidence that you hadn't either. You begged Feyre to read your mind, to prove you were innocent, but she wouldn't do it. You had sobbed, tears streaming down your face, trying to convince not only the man you loved but also the man you worked for that you would never betray him. He had walked away. Even after the truth came out, that you were not a traitor, he never came back…

“Until two weeks ago,” you say under your breath as you walk back to your apartment from the meeting you had been in for most of the day. 

You have been reminiscing about that night when he ate you out like your cunt was the last sustenance on earth, but more importantly the night you found out the male who broke your heart was your mate. How could you not have felt it before? You knew the connection between the two of you was strong, but how could the two best spymasters in the whole of Prythian not realize that they were fated for each other? The look on his face that night made you believe he hadn't suspected it either, and the fact that he has been absent at every court meeting for almost a month since makes you certain about how he feels being tied to you. Nevertheless, you were concerned, scared that he would do something rash, but mostly you wish you could get Azriel out of your head. Non-stop you were thinking about him, even more than when you were in an actual relationship with the male. You had tried drinking, hell you had gone out every night with Nesta before she got concerned and stopped taking you, but nothing worked. He was always there. 

You walk into your bedroom and let out a deep breath, you're exhausted and need a nap. You make your way over to your bed, shedding your clothes. Opting to sleep in the underwear you had on is better than going to bed in your full outfit. Your head hits the pillow and instantly you're asleep… 

Usually, your dreams aren’t vivid. I mean you've had crazy nightmares and weird sex dreams before, who hasn't? This time though, it's different. 

At first, it's dark, you can't sense anything in front of you. 

“The fuck?” you mutter, it feels so real, the feeling of nothingness. 

Then you hear it. A woman, moaning in ecstasy, she's saying someone's name but you can't make it out. Suddenly the image appears before you, a room, darkly lit, a woman on a bed of silk and an Illyrian male on top of her. You see him slide in and out of her, the lewd sound of his cock wet with both their pleasure makes you feel oddly out of place. You can’t seem to make out the image in front of you, it's constantly going back and forth between definitions so clear that you can make out the sheen of sweat on the skin of the woman he fucks, but every time you try to focus on the male you can't make out who he is. It's frustrating, you would like to enjoy this dream but something feels wrong, the male seems familiar. You don't realize who it is, not until the woman moans out his name again, 

“Azriel” she gasps and sighs like it's her own mate's damn name.   

 “No” you whisper. 

You can feel your heart break as you watch what's in front of you. You sink to the floor. Your eyes can't seem to stray from the sight of Azriel burying himself inside the other woman. He covers her mouth with his, his face now in full definition, his tongue sliding in and kissing the woman passionately.

“No stop please stop!” you start screaming at them, screaming at Azriel everything you have felt since he walked out of that interrogation room, and everything you wished you had said since. Your cries fell on deaf ears, he doesn't even turn his head to recognize that you are there. Even when he was upset at you, his eyes always seemed to find you, wherever or whatever you were doing. His moans now filling the room mixing with the crying of the other fae. You can’t help but remember the night he told you that you were the only woman who was ever able to get those sounds out of him. You can't stand it anymore, watching the woman come undone by him. You try to move but you are rooted in place unable to stop yourself from witnessing the breaking of your heart. It seems like you stay there for hours, you've long since been numb, tears steadily slipping down your face. 

Finally, Azriel slides out of the woman and stands up off the bed. You watch, somehow still mesmerized by him after everything. The way his shadows wind up his naked body makes him look like some dark god as he walks towards you. You are still sitting there, practically kneeling as he reaches you. Azriel grasps your face in his scared hand bringing you up to stand in front of him, his dark eyes burning into your soul.

 “My love, why do you cry?” he says in a voice softer than you expected. Softer than you have heard him speak to you in a while. It startles you, the way he seems so caring, and when you look into his eyes you see tears in them.

 “Azriel-” before you can respond his lips crash into yours. 

You feel darkness colliding all around you, the sensation of him then the sensation of nothing again, over and over. You feel as if you are falling, you try to scream but smoke fills your mouth, and- 

You wake up to your room filled with shadow.   

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"Welcome to the freakshow."

League of Villains x reader?

⚠��TW: Blood, vomiting, neglect/abuse, implication of murder ⚠️

I have no idea what this is-- I had this idea and it just-- yeah.

SLAM.

You could hardly breathe. Blood was all over your hands, splattered all over your clothes as if you were a painter just getting done with a masterpiece. But what you had done was far from a masterpiece. You hadn't meant to. It had just happened—

Oh, face it, you had meant to.

You couldn't take the way they treated you. You couldn't take the way you were treated as if you were an abomination to human kind. It wasn't your fault you were brought into this world. It was their fault. You didn't ask for this life. Ha, you were better without it! It was a living nightmare that never ended. A maze you were stuck in, always turning to the monsters lurking in the shadows.

But now you were the monster.

You were in some strange place, a warehouse that hadn't been used in a decade or more. Dust bunnies lined up in armies, waiting to attack and you wouldn't be surprised if there were spiders and God only knew what else was in here. There was a smell, one that conflicted your nostrils. It tickled your nose, freeing it from the metallic and morbid smell of the crimson staining your body. Cigarettes were one thing, but the faint smell of cup ramen was making your stomach churn in ways it should not. You staggered for a moment, leaning against a palete of old bulk products. You rested your forehead on your arm, your throat tightening as a burning sensation crept up your throat.

"Who the hell is there?"

The voice was low and rough. If a corpse had a voice, that's what it would be. You couldn't answer though. Not without emptying your guts everywhere. 'Oh god, what have I done,' was the only thing running through your head. You should've just ran away. You didn't really need to end their lives, did you? Did they really deserve it?

"Crazy, go check it out."

"Why am I—"

Suddenly, everything it was blurred out as the only thing you could hear was the sound of your own vomit pouring out like a waterfall. Only difference was that it was not pretty and serene. You hadn't even noticed that an ash blond girl, she couldn't be no older than seventeen, was staring rather curiously. Her piercing yellow eyes were dancing over your vulnerable form, her lips curling into a smile as she took in the sight of all the blood.

"Is that your own, or someone else's? Did you kill someone? Oh, look at your hands! You killed someone!"

You killed someone.

You killed... them.

You emptied more out of your stomach, choking back on it. "S-sto–" You gasped for a breath of air. Mucus had filled your nose. You had no choice. It was the matter of survival. The matter of your sanity—or did you even have sanity anymore?

"Toga, I asked what the fuck is..." The rough voice had trailed off before staring at you as well. To him... you looked pathetic. You had blindly found one of the most wanted villain groups while running from whatever the hell it was. He gave a sigh an stepped closer, avoiding stepping into your vomit. His hand grabbed the back of your head, jerking it back so you had to look up at him.

He had darkened turquoise eyes that were small in comparison to his eyes, lacking any light at all. His skin was split by deep purple burn scars that was hanging on by staples that so desperately needed changing. His black hair spiked in every which direction, but it didn't look as though it had gel. The right side of his nose had three piercings, and his lobes were pierced along with the top outer part of his ears.

Now, he did look like he would be a monster lurking in the dark.

"How did you find us?" It was a simple question. You should've been able to answer, but your throat was still sore from emptying your stomach. You still couldn't breath properly.

"I don't think they meant to!" A man wearing a black and grey mask piped up, peeping around the palete. He then pointed an accusing finger at you. "They're a double agent!"

"Shut up!" The burnt man narrowed his eyes at you. His eyes were scanning yours, and while he expected something to be underlying the fear and guilt, he found nothing. However, that didn't mean you were to be trusted. His grip on you slackened. "You need to breath. You'll asphyxiate at this point." You shook your head, and you tried to calm down. You would get to a certain point before what you had done flashed back before your eyes and you were back to gagging.

"I think this was their first kill," Toga gushed. "I remember my first kill. It tasted so–"

"Not helping, Crazy!" Dabi had to skitter back upon bodily fluids leaving your mouth to avoid it getting on him. He sure as hell didn't want to get covered in vomit. He bent over, though cautious of the disgusting liquid that layer the floor. "Listen to me. Whatever reason that you had to do it, you had to do it. It was you, or them–hey! Listen to me!" Dabi grabbed your shoulders, pushing you against the palet and holding you up. "Society will run over you. You did what you had to. You stood up for yourself. You defended yourself. Sometimes we gotta do things that we don't wanna do to survive. It's how our fucked up society works."

You had stopped leaking tears and the nausea had slowly faded, leaving nothing but the raw feeling over your body. You mustered the smallest nod. You still didn't speak—you didn't trust yourself to. Dabi released you, taking a step back. He even checked his shoe to see if he had stepped in one of your puddles, and thankfully, he hadn't. "So you were just running away and found us. Fucking coincidence," he breathed the last part.

"I think it's great! They could be one of us, dont'cha think, Dabi?" Toga reached forward and grabbed your wrist, pulling you to her. You tried to be mindful of not stepping in your own mess as you were pulled into a tight side hug. "Look at'em! They're so cute! Especially covered in all of that blood, it really makes you stand out," Toga gushed. "Do you wanna join the League? You'll fit in great!"

"They'll fit in great alright," Dabi remarked. "Shigaraki will have them dusted the minute he finds out that they can't kill without having a breakdown." Toga's grip tightened.

"But it was their first time! You can't tell me that your first wasn't emotional!" Dabi's stoic gaze said it all. "We can help desensitize them."

"You're annoyingly persistent." Dabi's gaze went back to you. "What do you think about heroes?" The way that 'heroes' fell off of his tongue was icy. It was sour as if he had taste of something bitter on his tongue.

What did you think of heroes?...

You looked down at first. The blood had dried and stained your hands. Over the years... heroes had a chance to help you. All of your teachers did. Your friends had the chance to help, even. The one store keeper on the end of the street who always gave you a discount out of pity. Your neighbors who heard everything that went on, because walls were paper thin.

Dabi was right. You had stood up for yourself. For once in your life, you had stood up for yourself. You had gained your long deserved freedom. You were free as a bird... and despite the crimson substance on you... you couldn't help but to feel relief. You felt happy. You even let out a bittersweet laugh, raising your eyes to meet theirs.

"They've never done anything for me... so why should I care about them? All they care about... is themselves." Dabi had the smallest smirk form, though it only lasted for a brief second as Toga did a small dance and cheered before latching onto you again.

"We're gonna get along just fine!" Dabi started to turn, taking a step away before looking back over his shoulder.

"Welcome to the freakshow."

[polyhexian]

Y'know what, Belos is lucky Jasper didn't exist during Enoch's timeframe. Kids are the one thing that consistently manage to break Jasper out of his brainwashing.

Jasper like "child? in the castle? castle child? live-in castle child? easy access to live-in castle child??" :D

Jasper: *doesn't actually know how to talk to a child* Enoch: *isn't a normal child anyway so it all works out*

Caitlyn wouldn't trust him as far as she could throw him at first because she doesn't trust anyone in the EC, but she can't tell him to leave them alone, and she certainly isn't going to ask BELOS to tell him to leave them alone, because Belos would probably do the exact opposite, the asshole. Over time she still doesn't come to trust Jasper but she starts tolerating him. Ahaha god imagine the first time she sees his face its while he's still new and she hates it cuz of how much he looks like Tell and maybe she manages to say something that has him flinch a bit and from then on out he doesn't take the mask off around her. And then the next time she sees his face its cuz he took the mask off with a wince while he didn't realize she was there and she sees the fresh scars. Ouch.

Enoch keeps seeking Jasper out because he's actually willing to teach her how to put someone in a headlock. Belos is too self-centered to realize any of this is happening. OR Belos says "stop teaching the sick child how to fight" and Jasper goes "well he didn't say I couldn't teach you about POISONS" and Enoch's just like, awesome, you're a very useful resource and I might even not hate you.

At some point Jasper puts together that Enoch is a Grimwalker's kid and Belos is an asshole. Caitlyn opens her door at 2AM to find Jasper on the other side like "hey I'm about to dig up a baby and hightail it out of here, if you wanna join me pack your bags."

Things proceed much like MH except Caitlyn's the one clutching a dirty newborn stumbling around the castle ruins until she finds Jasper. Enoch is pissed he didn't invite her to the impromptu Kill Belos Party.

And then, y'know, they go to the Owl House, except it's Dell and Gwen and the girls.

Jasper and Caitlyn would make an interesting…not power couple, but something. A platonic "we're in this hell together" couple. If nothing else they have the traumabond of being trapped under Belos's control and being terrified for their kids' futures. Jasper's got his Grimwalker trauma and Caitlyn has her Loved A Grimwalker trauma and years of getting intimately acquainted with everything Tell was terrified of. Jasper like "I wish I'd been smart enough to figure it out sooner" and Caitlyn like "he would've fucking killed you and we both know it." Jasper like "I wish I could be more like Tell, he sounds so much cooler and smarter than me" and Caitlyn blinks like "only because no one talks about you the same way I talk about him" and then fixes that.

Meanwhile Eda and Lilith are like "why is Cousin Enoch scary" while Gwen is like "that's just the trauma, sweet fleas, be nice!" and meanwhile Dell is just sitting here like. Okay. His sister is alive, and was in a relationship with a Grimwalker, who is dead, and now there's ANOTHER Grimwalker of the same person, who is not his sister's lover, but he's his sister's SOMETHING because traumabonding, and there's a BABY Grimwalker, and also there's a niece who he had no idea existed who is personally offended that she didn't get to kill Belos herself despite being 12. What even is his life anymore.

Jasper showing up at her door like hey if this is weird you can go back to sleep but do you want to help me kidnap my baby and or murder Belos?

Jasper and Caitlyn aren't romantically together but they're still definitely like. Together, in a way. They're both living together and raising their kids together. I guess it's more like two siblings raising their kids together or two roommates that both have children. They're a parent team. Like if MH Alador and jasper were living together lol

Enoch @ every kid at school "my dad could kill your dad"

[quailxcrossing]

SNIFFLES AT YOU hiii i just saw your oc ask thing i am rubbing my little hands together like a fly im gonna copy and paste these emojis i hope they dont break lol 🌠 Leah ☀️ Imogen 🌙 Maiceo 🌒 Maiceo again if thats allowed 🌔 Auï ⭐ Fracture 🌟 Evie 🌙 Esperanza

HELLO!!!!!! :3c

🌠 - What is your OC’s greatest desire and how far are they willing to go to obtain it? 

Leah just wants to be happy and chill, man. she's actually quite wayward right now; her life sorta got uprooted and her habits got switched up on her. she isn't sure what she wants right now either...neither would she be certain how far she would be willing to go. right now, just moving through the motions of life is enough...she's def a character who went through a lot and now she's just trying to pick up her life again. i suppose that is a desire of its own!

☀️ - How well does your OC deal with isolation? 

Imogen deals with it BAD she deals with it really bad. she hates being alone she hates people leaving her she hates the idea of being by herself and having no one around and having no one to talk to!! she is constantly seeking her dads or her dad's friends out to speak to, she needs reassurance, she needs people.....

🌙 - If given the chance, what is one thing about their life your OC would change permanently?  BARKS.

Maiceo would change their card, thus changing their position as the Hierophant. this is a desire that Maiceo has that is so deep that Maiceo doesn't even realize they have it, it is so ingrained in how they think and behave, yet so deeply ANTITHETICAL to their entire mental structure that them realizing they would want to do this would break them completely :P :3 being the Hierophant is all they know and all they ever think they could be, and to wish it away is so against what the Hierophant represents, but oh how badly they do wish they were anyone else.

if given the chance, Esperanza would go back and redo her actions which lead to her survival and revival. she would do this to give back a life to her friend, who she believes deserves it more than she does. maybe doing this would finally smother her guilt

🌒 - Under what circumstances is your OC their most genuine self? 

This really made me think "does Maiceo really have a genuine self anymore?" but i think I just realized Maiceo's genuine self is just rather unpleasant. standoffish, invasive, living on a hair trigger, paranoid, stressed, self-flagellating, miserable- Maiceo is all of these things quite often. always, even. Maiceo has a second genuine self, but I want to stress this one does not make the first any less real. Maiceo's FALSE self- the self-important, smug, professional Hierophant- THAT is a mask. Maiceo's second genuine self is similar to the first, although it is also thoughtful, inquisitive, considerate, awkward, and dramatic. this side of Maiceo only comes out in tiny slices when it can be alone with Georgiana, which is not often, or occasionally when around Esperanza, although she often gets the Hierophant mask. Maiceo tries to keep Esperanza away from the first Maiceo. They tried the same for Georgiana, but they had a way to make Maiceo break down (this used to be a good thing, but became sour over the years)

sorry i just. fucking looove Maiceo its horrible how much i love maiceo its ruining everything

🌔 - Does your OC take well to intimacy or are they pricklier than a cactus? 

Auï loves intimacy, he is highly affectionate!!! he does give a bit of a front he's prickly, but i think thats just. in comparison to Goat. Goat makes Auï look like he hates smiles and rainbows and kittens. but Goat is not a fair comparison. Auï is just a very sweet guy who is very lovey to all of his friends, he loves to give gifts and is incredibly thoughtful about his choices and he pays a lot of attention to those around him! he loves snuggling too, touch is his main love language (which i remember so fondly makes my friend SO mad at me, because i took touching others away from him for years, but thats just the story idk...)

⭐ - What do people assume about your OC? Do they question the quality of their character?  WITH TURRIE THIS IS SO EASY. BECAUSE PEOPLE ASSUME SHIT ABOUT HER ALL THE TIME

she is just a little gal. i know this. but i think on first glance, in real life and in the story, a lot of people assume "oh she's the little sunshine of the group" or WORSE "oh she's the mom friend" she's NOT there is not Mom Friend these people are UNPARENTED (honestly if anyone, Auï is the closest, but he's more of the Older Brother Friend) Turrie is not the mom and she is not tiny and sweet and innocent, she's terrified of everything so she locks into people-pleaser mode but deep down she's a highly competitive med student who signed up to do experiments on a human test subject and only freaked out when she was already in so deep and she feared for her life and that FUCKED HER UP.

sorry i have so many thoughts about how Turrie is portrayed, but i love it bc everyone is falling for her trap

🌟 - What is your OC’s drive to action, their call to adventure? 

Evie's call to action is kinda just what the ask said honestly! she is very called to adventure! she idolizes travellers and brave knights and monsterhunters and she wants more than being confined to the Pewter City! she wants to protect her best friend as she goes on her own journey, and she wants to see the world!!!!! please please let her out of here!!!!! she wants to touch grass, she's never seen it before

[mermaidsirennikita]

Sorry if you have already answered this but could you givd recs for the she's all grown up trope?

Classique

I just read this one and it was so great: A Secret Love by Stephanie Laurens. FAB example because they were neighbor kids and were best friends as children, but then they hit a certain age (basically: they got hot) and they couldn't stand to be around each other anymore because they wanted to fuck so bad. But they weren't self aware enough to realize that was why. So she finds out this guy is scamming her family, and she knows the hero can help figure it out... And she's so determined to not let him know it's her, lol, she approaches him pretending to be a widow, with a full veil. And he's like I MUST HAVE YOU WOMAN, not realizing it's his childhood friend, because he's an IDIOT and she's all grown up.

My Dirty Duke by Joanna Shupe. Obvi lol. 18-20 year old heroine sets out to seduce her dad's 43 year old best friend and he's like "Lord I'm not strong enough for this".

Sold to the Duke by Joanna Shupe also has this vibe in a different way. The heroine and her sister are destitute after her brother dies, and she decides to auction off her virginity. Her brother's best friend "rescues" her by buying her, and he's like obviously I'm not going to take your virginity, and SHE'S like "oh yes you fucking are". I can't believe I forgot this one as a dry humping rec, there's a scene where he literally cannot handle it.

Sinner by Sierra Simone. Contemporary erotic romance, the hero is a major slut and asshole businessman who's sent in to help his company take over this building an order of nuns want to use for a charity... And the nun (or rather nun in training) he's sent to speak to is his best friend's little sister. And she is ALL. GROWN. UP. She also was advised to fuck someone before taking her final vows, so she asks him to teach her. It's A LOT.

Shadowheart by Laura Kinsale. The hero is 10 years older than the heroine and technically knew her when she was a tiny child and he was a teenager. They meet again when she's 17 and he's 27 (I know I know it's the 1300s okay) and he forces her to marry him. After some issues (customary Shadowheart initial noncon warning) they discover the commonality in that he loves it when she bites, scratches, whips him, and she loves doing that!!! SO hot.

Olivia and The Masked Duke by Grace Callaway. The hero is close to the heroine's dad, they've always been friends, and one day she sees him spanking another woman and is all "I NEED THAT". He tries to resist. But she's all grown up.

The Arrow by Monica McCarty. Medieval romance, the hero saves the heroine's life when she's younger and she becomes his ward. He comes home after years away and now she's a hot grown woman and WANTS HIM.

It Seemed Like A Good Idea At The Time by Kylie Scott. The heroine is 15 years younger than the hero, her dad's close friend and business partner. She decides to seduce him when she turns 18--he's not having it, but her dad walks in right after she hopped in his lap and took her shirt off, so it becomes hideously awkward and she's sent away. Seven years later, she's back for her dad's wedding and there is some serious tension because She's A Woman Now.

Eyes On Me by Sara Cate. The hero and heroine are stepbrother and stepsister lol. She was the tagalong annoying stepsister. But now she's an adult, he has a voyeurism kink, and he finds out she's a super great camgirl and... can't help watching.

Seduce Me at Sunrise by Lisa Kleypas. The hero was already in love with the heroine, growing up with her, but it's different when she comes back after two years in Europe getting better (he refused to be with her because she had scarlet fever that left her weakened and he thought he'd hurt her/also his self esteem is shit) with a new sense of confidence and Womanliness.

She Tempts the Duke by Lorraine Heath. The hero and heroine were childhood besties/sweethearts but he has to run away when he's 14 and she's 12 because his uncle is trying to kill him and his brothers. He returns 12 years later, super scarred after an injury and self loathing. But she's there and identifies him during his dramatic reveal at a ball, because SHE'D KNOW HIM BLINDFOLDED, and all he can think about is the freckles on her cleavage.

The Rake's Guide to Seduction by Caroline Linden. The hero is the heroine's brother's best friend, and he realizes she's all grown up one day--but just as he approaches the brother to court her, she gets engaged. Years later, they reunite after he's become a known rake and she's a depressed widow. Super emotional, and very much a "he brings her back to life with sweet tenderness and also hot sex" book. Also, there's an amazing scene when her brothers walk in while he's like, balls deep, and they're like "MY GOD. HOW DAREST THEE. PISTOLS AT DAWN!!!!!!"

When the Duke Was Wicked by Lorraine Heath. OBVIOUSLY rum on lips is here, because it's that thing where she's a family friend much younger than him and he always saw her as a friend but suddenly they're getting drunk and he's eating her out and after she's all "we've ruined the carpet" and he's like "I'll buy a new one".

A Rogue By Any Other Name by Sarah MacLean. She was his adoring younger childhood friend, then he disappeared from her life for Reasons and comes back with a revenge plot that involves forcing her to marry him so he can get her dowry. But she's all grown up now!!!

[danielle-dna]

19 - Great Expectations

Despite barely scraping enough UCAS points to get me to university and having the honor of being the first person in my family to go to university, I still felt like an absolute faliure.

It dawned on me that I will never be a doctor. I will never be anything I wanted as a kid. A rock star, fashion designer, actress... all of those were young girls wishes. Sometimes life happens and things don't go according to plan. Sometimes we lose people close to us but sometimes we meet people who change us for the better.

Still, I couldn't help but notice that my inner child often cried and mourned the person I could've been. If only I had both parents. Maybe then my mum wouldn't be so overworked and she could actually afford to send me to guitar lessons when I was younger. If only I had more money and an easier job. Maybe then I could afford to spend more time studying and actually get to the prestige course I wanted. If only I was pretty. Maybe then I wouldn't get bullied as a kid and I wouldn't carry all this emotional baggage with me.

This was hard for me to process. But I knew I couldn't share any of this with Simon. The man has seen horrors and death. What do I have that is worth mentioning?

My mum and I finally moved to our new, smaller and cheaper flat. It was modern and fairly spacious, but nonetheless it was a studio, meaning I wouldn't have my own room anymore. And I would have to share the bed with my mum. Again.

After unpacking what seemed like a bloody warehouse, I finally, FINALLY managed to decently organise everything. Despite knowing that mum WILL re organise everything when she returns from her two week placement, I was satisfied with my progress.

I looked at some of my empty sketchbooks and art supplies that I haven't touched in months, maybe over a year. Why did I stop?

I guess I got too exhausted and depressed about everything, that way didn't have any inspiration, let alone willpower to draw anything. Looking at the empty room that has become my habitat, I picked up my phone and invited Simon to a little "housewarming party".

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An hour and a half later, Simon and I were already doing my favourite kind of yoga position: masked man bridge pose. Well, I was doing the bridge, he was doing the rest. Honestly, I had no idea how could he still have so much stamina.

"Simon, fucks sake, take it easy, this is a new bed." Replying with nothing but a smirk, he grabbed my butt and picked up the pace.

This went on for another hour, during which, I also took the lead sometimes and demonstrated what kind of fanfictions I have been reading as a teen.

After we were both kind of tired, we just laid on the bed, naked, embracing each other. Simon was kissing my cheeks and caressing my back. "You hungry, love?"

I couldn't help but smile at him. "A little, maybe. Just had the dessert." Giving me another kiss, he stood up, butt naked, and started going through my fridge. "Bloody hell, you ever have any food?"

"Sometimes, check the freezer, there may be a frozen pizza."

Thank fuck there was, or else we would have to go out and actually TALK to people.

It is my firm belief that frozen food, especially pizza is humanity's greatest achievement. After dinner, we both laid in the bed, touching each other and talking about our lives. Simon even told me a few funny stories from deployment. I was happy to see both sides of him. He was so much more than just a stoic lieutenant.

And then his very large friend demanded attention again. I was more than happy to give it. Whilst I was in the middle of a very passionate blowjob, I head EDM bass coming from the upstairs flat. I was surprised, since most of my neighbours were very quiet, reserved and peaceful. "You are so good at this, love. You wanna keep going?"

I nodded with my very full mouth and kept going. Then I had enough and pushed Simon back to the bed, took his mask and put it on me. This seemed to turn him on even more. Throwing him a condom, I waited patiently so he could put it on. When he was finished, I pounced on him and rode him like it was a competition.

But there was just one...tiny...tiny...problem. The fucking music wouldn't let me concentrate. In sheer frustration I took off his mask, got off of his hips and silently yelled in the pillow.

"I'm sorry, Simon, I can't focus. I fucking can't." With that he stood up and banged on the ceiling a few times. Nothing.

"You can report them to the landlord tomorrow. Wanna keep going'?"

With a facefull of sheer annoyance I nodded and spread my legs.

[reallytiredartstudent]

okay i can't stop about this movie. I need to talk about Gwen.

Spoilers under cut.

Okay. Gwen's story was so fucking heartbreaking. i can't get over it. There more i think about it the worse it gets.

(It's great. I love it. I love her. It's very much ouch in the feelings department.)

Like. She fucked up real bad, she did, but her story is so tragic and it makes so much sense for her to react like she did. Lost her best friend, watched him die in an attempt to be like her because of injuries she was parly at fault for (what a fucking nightmare of it's own) watched her own father try to catch spider-women for his murder, like that gotta fuck with you so bad. And then? Finally she made a friend again. And then this friend is across another fucking dimension. And more fucked up shit starts to happen. Her own father, that we get showed how much he means to her, how he was her light and pulled her out of her spiralling, he was ready to call her in. She told him who she was and he decided on calling her in. It broke him, that much was clear but she pleaded with him and he just. Called her in. Like. Her last resort, her last island proved to her that he couldn't be safe for her. (fuck the scene broke my heart)

And then more and more happens and she doesn't even can go home anymore because the worst thing that all Spiderpeople fear happened to her - her identity got leaked (or so she thinks). There's a reason why she was so ready to abandon her own world and flee. There was, in that moment, nothing left for her. She's a teenager, a wanted criminal.

(the whole sending her back was super hard to watch, back to a world that had not a single thread of safety for her anymore. Where she couldn't escape, neither in her hero nor her civilian persona. Nightmare)

She appearntly found a refuge with Hobie that took her under his wing (Hobie is the best, whole different thing) and then.

Then.

Then she's getting told she has to let her father die??? And has to let the one friend she really made, she really trusted, she had to let him suffer because otherwise the multiverse would explode? Wasn't allowed to tell him anything? She has to betray him? Like. Every new thing about her story just makes it more tragic. She doesn't have the room for failure anymore and yeah. I think what Miles did to save the Captain was right. But for how desperate Gwen was? That was her new reality. Canon events. She needed to let them happen. That was what she was told, what her safety and her new life depended on. Those were the rules, there was no way around it. What everyone around her, the Spiderpeople that were the only ones around her, believed.

(Again. Hobie. Different story. Have i mentioned that i love him?)

(Fuck the talk with her father? Where she directly said 'you thaught to do things by the book'? It made so much more sense for me why she was so ready to follow those new rules. Because that's what she thought was the way to make it right. And her father then telling her 'I quit'? Essentially telling her 'don't mind those rules'? ugh.)

She's trying so hard and it does something to me to watch her struggle so desperately with everything. She's torn between what she needs to do with no idea what right or wrong even is anymore, and it was so plain how desperate she was to prove herself. How confident she was infront of Miles, how different she was with the elder spiderfolks just a minute later, how much she hides herself behind the mask (hehe get it? Sorry). The way it cracked when she thought Miles had gotten himself killed? My girl abandoned all pretenses, you can hear the panic in her voice.

Like. Among all of the main spiderpeople we interact with? She's also just a kid. With no one in her corner (I'm not starting about Hobie, bc i won't stop lol, that's his own post), she can't even go home. The new people she has, their love is in a way very much conditional.

And yeah i think that if she'd really talked to her friends, talked to Miles about what was going on, much could've been better. But then - what in her life would've told her that to be a good idea? Every experience so far had taught her the exact opposite.

So her last scene there? Where she finally admitted that she did have people in her corner, that there were folks that would help her, when she realized what her arc the whole movie was about?

'I always wanted to join a band. I created my own.'

That was so satisfying.

[sennamybeloved]

Sorry I know I already sent an ask but would it be possible to know some trivia about you and Mileena? As a fellow villain liker I am dying to know about you guys! - flowerhound

awww oh my god ;; these asks are so fucking sweet, thank you SO much for them. it genuinely means a lot that someone is this interested in what i have to say about my girl. of course you can have some trivia about us.

(also, i apologize that it took me a minute to get to this! wasn't ignoring it, just trying to perfect my answers :>)

this specifically discusses mk9 - 11 mileena! mk1 is excluded for now.

in mk9 - mk11, my self insert is a genetic experiment done by earthrealm's government, combining humans with animals to create ultimate war machines. however, very few of the experiments were successful, and those that were escaped when the laboratory they were created in fell apart. i was combined with a fox, of course :)

i joined the tournament to cope with how hollow my life had become after leaving the lab. i was raised to fight and knew nothing else, so, kombat soothed me. imet mileena around this time, who attempted to capture/kill me, but ultimately failed, because i won her over with flattery. more specifically, i called her face beautiful, which is something she'd never been called before. so, she spared me, and we began to talk.

at this point, i didn't have a name; only a subject number that was assigned to me in captivity. so, mileena named me "phantom" after my fur and uber-cool stealth powers. it stuck, sooo, self insert name origins!!!

other story stuff is kinda blurry. i aided her during her rebellion in mkx + the comics, helped her escape captivity before we got executed, and convinced her to "settle down" somewhere away from all the drama and politics. mileena's idea of settling down still involves terrorizing people, however, she isn't like... actively wanted for war crimes anymore. so that's cool.

on the topic of general realtionship stuff, mileena is..a lot to handle. she is aggressive and childish in the same breath, meaning that she deals with everything (both good and bad) in a way that is either inherently harmful or downright frustrating. aside from the fact that she is a literal murderer, she is bossy, whiny, petulant, and a couple other things that most people would find annoying--however, i absolutely do not find her annoying. in fact, i find all of these qualities extremely endearing! even the whole murder thing.

she's extremely clingy. she wants my undivided attention and doting affections all of the time. i'm busy? nonsense! there is no reason i shouldn't be paying attention to her.

[CW: POSESSIVENESS/JEALOUSY] not only is she clingy, but she is also protective, possessive, and a tad bit obsessive; she wants me and only me, and wants me to feel the same about her. fortunately, i do, however, that does not stop her from threatening to eat those who get sweet on me. she wants everyone to know that i am claimed by her for life, and she will stop at literally nothing to prove that.

she masks it pretty well, but she is actually extremely insecure about her appearance and origins. she finds her own face to be repulsive, hence why she always wears a mask, and envies those with traditional beauty, like kitana. i, on the other hand, think she's gorgeous just the way she is, and i am not shy about telling her that. she adores my praise, so, i keep it coming.

our primary love languages are physical touch and words of affirmation. we are stuck to each other like glue, always purring compliments in the other's ear.

mileena has eaten people for me. she will continue to eat people for me. i cannot stop this from happening.

mileena loves all of my hobbies. every time i pick up something new, she wants to hear all about it. she's a great listening, surprisingly, but only when it comes to me. she has great retention when it comes to my hobbies and my hobbies alone. she loves watching me draw, adores listening to the music i make, loves proofreading my writing. she's even tried picking up some of my hobbies for herself!

i take her friendship in mk11 as canon. one of the few things she has patience for is sewing. she tailors her own clothes, fixes up my clothes, but most importantly, she makes teddy bears. she has an entire collection of teddy bears, both big and small, some created by her whereas others were stolen and scavenged. she adores them. me and her throw little tea parties with them sometimes.

she doesn't have lips, so she can't kiss me. instead, she licks me. like a dog. like this.

she also bites. it is NOT gentle, but it is out of love, so i don't really mind it.

she is actually pretty marvelous at helping me cope with my anxiety. this is because she takes everything i say at face value instead of second-guessing and trying to convince me otherwise, so she's able to meet me where i'm at.

we both kinda suck at singing, but we sing together sometimes. she has my very diverse taste in music.

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

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Summary: The reader runs into Dean while working a job but when he pops back up in her life, she has to decide if she’s willing to go out on a limb for another criminal...

Pairing: Criminal!Dean x criminal!reader

Word Count: 2,000ish

Warnings: language, angst, breaking & entering

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“Oh shit,” you said as you heard police officers enter the building. You turned back at the masked man in front of you holding a bag and watched him take off in a sprint. You ran after him. You had no idea who he was but he seemed to know a quick way out of the warehouse. He ran on a gurney up top and made a jump in the dark space. You were right behind him but barely made the jump, clinging onto the edge. You looked down at the cement warehouse floor, much farther away than you thought before. 

The old railing you were hanging onto broke off and you started to fall back, a hand shooting out in the darkness and grabbing you. You stared up at what looked like green eyes before you were being yanked up and onto the ledge. You fell onto your back and a hand came over your mouth as you heard a door below open. You were both quiet, listening to the police filter through the place before they went through another door. The man over you got up and you followed after more carefully this time, eventually getting out through a different warehouse and winding up at an old car.

He stared at you for only a moment before he was moving to get in the car and you followed after, the man driving off.

Twenty minutes later he stopped just outside a bar and pulled off his mask, giving you a look.

“I saved you. I keep it,” he said, glancing at the small bag he’d dropped in the console.

“I can live with that,” you said, putting a hand on the door. “Thanks for back there.”

“I’m a criminal, not heartless,” he said.

“Be careful out there,” you said as you opened the door.

“You too,” he said before you climbed out and he pulled away. You walked down the block and ducked into an alley, reaching into your inner left jacket pocket. A smirk spread across your face when you pulled out a small black bag. Opening it up you saw the box you were looking for. 

Not the fake one you swapped out and left in the handsome guy’s car.

“It was a pleasure doing business with you, buddy.”

Three Days Later

Humming you worked in your kitchen, half watching a movie as you worked on baking some fresh cookies on the chilly day. The heat was cranked up, you had your fuzzy socks on and you had an entire lazy day to yourself. You cracked a few eggs in a bowl and threw out the shells, going to the sink to wash up before you spun back around and froze.

The guy from the other night was standing not five feet away. You jumped back against the counter, the guy holding up his hands.

“I’m not gonna hurt you. I just need what you took from me and then you never have to see me again,” he said. 

“You broke into my house,” you said, glancing over to the butcher block on the counter quickly, Dean stepping in front of it.

“Let’s not involve knives or anything deadly, alright? Give me that box and I’m gone. I swear,” he said. You swallowed and he dropped his shoulders. “You don’t have it anymore, do you.”

“No,” you said quietly. The man closed his eyes and leaned his head back. He seemed...upset almost.

“Who’d you sell it to?” he asked.

“I’m not telling you that,” you said. His jaw clenched and you saw his anger fill in his features, his chest heaving. “Buyer confidentiality. You know that.”

“I will give you whatever the fuck you want. I’ll do whatever you want. But I need that name,” he said. You bit your bottom lip and sighed. “Please.”

“It’s bad for business,” you said. “I have a reputation to uphold.”

“I am begging you,” he said, taking a step forward. “A name and I’m gone.”

“Why do you need that box back so badly? If you’re short on cash I can give you a few tips. You could get your money today,” you said. He shook his head and took another step forward, realizing he was boxing you into the corner of the kitchen. “Listen, buddy.”

“This is not about money. You tell me of your own free will or I will make you tell me. Either way, I’m not leaving this house until I get that name,” he said. He quickly walked over to you, forcing you to walk back into the pantry doorway. “What’s it going to be?”

He went wide eyed when you both heard the garage door open.

“That would be my dad and if I were you, I’d get out of here before he sees you threatening his daughter,” you said. The man was gone like that out and you sighed, removing your hand from the spare remote control you kept on the shelf in there. You quickly left and grabbed your keys from the hook, opening the door to the garage and spotting the man standing there.

“Nice trick,” he said, stepping inside and pushing you backwards. “A name. Now.”

“What is your fucking problem?” you said, gripping your keys tight, ready to use them if you had to. 

“Right now, you,” he said, reaching behind his back, cocking a gun and letting it hang by his side. “Tell everyone whatever you have to about me to save your reputation. Just give me the name.”

“I don’t know who you even are.”

“Dean. Winchester.”

You stared at him and cocked your head.

“This is not your style,” you said, nodding towards the gun. “You’re a good theif but you’re clean. You don’t hurt people and you certainly don’t kill them.”

“Circumstances have changed,” he said. “I am done asking politely.”

“50 grand,” you said.

“Excuse me?” he asked.

“50 grand. 25 for the interest my buyer will charge me for buying it back and 25 for dealing with you breaking into my house and me being nice about this whole situation. Cash by six tonight and I’ll get you your box back by nine. Do we have a deal?” you asked.

Dean stared at you but tucked his gun away and nodded.

“You know dock 34?” you asked and he gave a simple nod of his head. “Bring me my cash there in a duffel bag. At nine I will have your box and meet you back there. Understand?”

“Yes,” he said quietly.

“What the hell are you involved with?” you asked. “The box isn’t even that valuable.”

“The less you know, the better,” he said. “I’ll have the money.”

He left without a word and you shook your head. 

“So much for a lazy Saturday.”

“Here,” you said, shoving the box in Dean’s hands that night. “I can’t ever work with that client again so thanks for that.”

“Fuck off. There’s more to life than money,” he said. You rolled your eyes and started to walk away, a loud sigh coming behind you. “I’m sorry. About earlier.”

“Don’t ever break in my house again,” you said.

“I promise,” he said, tucking the box in his backpack before zipping it up. “Y/N. I really am sorry.”

“I know your reputation, Dean. Whatever you’re dealing with, get out of it,” you said. “Fast. You’re not prepared to deal with it.”

“You have no idea what I’m prepared for.”

“The safety was on that gun,” you said. “After you cocked it on an empty chamber and clip. You weren’t going to hurt me. It’s why I helped you out.”

“So you caught my bluff,” he said. “It doesn’t matter.”

“Be careful of turning over things when you’re desperate. It makes you expendable very quickly,” you said.

“You’re such an expert?” he asked.

“My parents were career criminals so yeah, I know a thing or two. Business works better than violence and being desperate is always a bad sign,” you said.

“What would your suggestion be?” he asked.

“Neutral drop with the bag already in place. Get your cash delivered and then give the location,” you said.

“It’s not money,” he said. “It’s a person.”

“That is beyond my paygrade,” you said. “Call the cops.”

“You know as well as I do they’re dead if I do that,” he said.

“Follow the same method and hope for the best,” you said.

“You sound like you know your way around a gun. Y/L/N,” he said. You dropped your head and sighed. “Your grandfather was a mob boss.”

“That isn’t how I or my parents do things,” you said.

“I bet they still taught you a few things,” said Dean. 

“I know where you’re going with this and no. I don’t do that sort of thing. I’m not even qualified,” you said.

“I understand,” said Dean. He started to turn away and you closed your eyes.

“Wait,” you said, Dean staring when you opened them again. “I have a friend. He owes me a favor. He knows all that stuff.”

“Y/N,” said Dean.

“When is your drop supposed to happen?” you asked.

“Midnight.”

“Alright,” you said as you pulled out your phone and dialed, the other end ringing a few times before you heard a voice. “Hey, Ketch. I got a favor to ask.”

Three Days Later

You were flipping through a cookbook trying to decide what to make for dinner when your doorbell rang. Humming, you walked over and pulled it open, Dean Winchester standing there.

“Hey,” he said, holding a plate of cookies. “I uh, wanted to say thanks...and apologize again.”

“Cookies. Always a good start,” you said as you let him in. He took off his shoes and followed you back to your kitchen, glancing at your cookbook.

“You like to cook?” he asked.

“I enjoy it,” you said, digging into one of the cookies, finding it not half bad. “How’s your brother doing?”

“He’s okay. Your friend, Ketch...he uh…” said Dean. “He’s intense.”

“He doesn’t care much for other people. He’s very good at what he does though,” you said.

“He killed the guy,” said Dean.

“This guy you were dealing with was not going to give back your brother. He was either going to kill him and you or keep him and have you steal more things on his behalf. Either way, you needed that guy dealt with,” you said. “You feel bad about that?”

“Using a hitman? Kinda.”

“Arthur didn’t kill him. He injured him and collected him, turned him over to someone the guy had wronged in the past for a hefty sum of money apparently. It was a business deal was all,” you said. “The guy took your brother. I wouldn’t worry so much about what happens to him.”

“Maybe,” he said. “Try not to steal from me again though.”

“No promises,” you said with a smirk as you went to your cookbook. 

“Want to go out for a bite?” he asked. You looked over at him, Dean smirking back at you. “My treat seeing as how I found 50 grand dumped back in my account.”

“I wonder who did that,” you said, shutting your book.

“What do you say? My brother will be there. He’d like to thank you in person,” said Dean. “You in?”

“You are definitely paying,” you said, eating another cookie, Dean breaking into a smile. “Oh, don’t get too excited. You owe me.”

“Yeah. I do. I’ll swing by at seven. Nothing too fancy. I promise.”

“I’ll see you at seven then, Dean.”

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[bastillewolf]

Shinigami Eyes (II)

Pairing: Corpse Husband / Reader

Summary: After you distastefully kill Corpse in a game of Among Us, he wants you to make it up to him and invites you to come over for the week.

Notes: Thank you so much for the love on the previous chapter, I’ve never gotten this many notes before. I hope you enjoy, and maybe leave an ask if you want to? I can’t promise I have time to do them, but I’ll pick out a couple.

Also, I might rewrite this. I kinda rushed it because I wanted to finish it by tonight, but there will be a final and third chapter to this afterwards. Please do let me know what you think.

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Shinigami Eyes - Pt. II

5… 4… 3… 2… 1…

Impostor

You were teamed up with Sean.

Your fist violently slammed down on the desk. “Goddammit! I don’t want to be impostor anymore! This game has no compassion for my poor nerves.” It was the third time in a row now, and you were really craving to do normal tasks now without all the scheming. “Fuck it, I don’t care if they kill me. I’m just gonna do my thing without thinking about it.”

You decide to follow Toast for a bit to watch him do some task. You kill him in Laboratory. You vent back to Launchpad and take your time walking towards MedBay while the kill button restores. You meet up with Corpse, and follow him while pretending to do wires in the Y-hallway. You watched the green bar go up, and continued. Sabotaging and then fixing lights, you made sure your place with Corpse was settled. Then the body of Lily was reported.

As you expected, Corpse easily vouched for you as he’d seen you do a task. The round was skipped, though Rae was sussed for ‘chasing’ Sean, by his own words.

“Corpse, you’ve grown weak,” you muttered to chat.

You were in Greenhouse, and decided it would be best to kill him there and sabotage Reactor. “Sorry baby, but I can’t keep following you around.” You quickly set off Reactor and murdered him in front of the plants. “Your blood shall keep the plants hydrated.” You did an evil laugh. “Pretty sure that’s not how it works, though.”

You vented down to MedBay and as you walked out you met up with Rae. She’d be the vouch who would confirm you weren’t anywhere near Greenhouse. “I’ll just have to fix my own sabotage so they’ll never suspect me.” You helped her with the handprint, and noted Sykkuno and Felix being there. Sean sabotaged lights, you killed Sykkuno, and ran out to follow Lily into Laboratory. Felix reported the body.

“Holy shit,” Rae gasped. So far, five people had died. You only needed to kill one more person. “It was Felix!”

“Wait, what?” the man in question asked. “I was fixing Reactor!”

She mentioned that only you, Sykkuno, Felix and herself had been there and that you’d helped her do handprint. “Sykkuno must have fixed it, and then you killed him!”

Sean asked if you’d seen anything.

“No, the lights were out. I followed Rae into Laboratory after the scan.” Your voice didn’t tremble or raise, a tactic you’d taken up from the best lair in the group. Well, the one who was now dead. Oops. “I haven’t seen Felix this entire game, though.”

He was evidently at a loss for words, so the group was quick to vote for him.

Pewds was ejected.

Victory.

You thanked Sean for a good game who was laughing his ass off. “I can’t believe you did Corpse like that! Poor guy!”

“I deadass thought you were innocent,” Corpse replied, “I’m hurt.”

“Why do you still sound dark and menacing when you say something like that?!”

You agreed with Sean heartily, “He’s just salty I’ve bested him at his own game.”

“Hey now, no need to actually insult me.”

The group laughed. You decided to call it for the night, right before Corpse did the same.”

 ***

He was calling you again. “What is it this time, you salty?”

“Salty? Nah, never,” he said, but you weren’t convinced.

“Then why you calling?”

“What, I can’t call my friends after playing a nice round of Among Us?”

“Not when you lost the game and you call the person who you lost to. Kinda sus, dude.”

“Alright, maybe a little salty.” You smirked.

“Aw, you need me to make it up to you?”

He laughed. “What did you have in mind?”

A bunch of thoughts, most not rated PG-13, crossed your mind. You were suddenly starting to feel uncomfortable. This was probably just something innocent, which got twisted in your fucked-up mind. You shrugged, “Uh… I don’t know.”

“I got an idea.”

“What is it?”

“Come over this week. You said you needed a break, right?”

“That sounds more like you’re doing me a favour instead of me making it up to you.”

“I don’t have any friends. You’d be making it up to me by being the first physical person here in years. I usually don’t invite people over.”

“Wow, I’m flattered. So, you don’t consider me to be your friend after all?”

“You know that’s not what I meant,” he chuckled.

“Sure, sure. Tell me that again when my presence suddenly brightens your life making you not want to get rid of me, ever.”

“I’ll keep it in mind.”

 ***

You walk through the gates following a hoard of people, all the while still feeling drowsy from not getting any sleep during your flight. At least you didn’t have any turbulence and landed safely. Glancing around here and there with no result, you figured Corpse would be waiting outside, until you spotted a figure clad in black a little ends away by the escalator. You were glad you were still awake enough to have found him, because he appeared to silently linger halfway behind a fern.

At least, you hoped it was him. The only indications were his clothes, mask and dark hair. You saw him run a hand through it, and identified the chipped black nail polish and familiar rings. Oh yea, that was him alright.

He seemed to be paying more attention to the floor until he saw two feet appear in his line of sight. “Hey,” you awkwardly greeted. A bit taken a back, he replied, “Oh, wow. Hey.” A mask was covering the bottom of his face, but as far as you could see his eyes were a very dark shade.

“Wow?” you repeated. He chuckled, scratching the back of his head. “Yea, sorry. It’s a compliment.” You held your elbow out in a safe-distance gestured hello, but he shrugged you off. “You’re gonna be staying with me anyways.” Suddenly in a daze, you felt him wrap his arms around your waist and instantly hugged him back. His baggy sweater felt warm and soft to the touch, and strands of hair tickled your face. You very much tried to repress your smile and blush, but how could you? Hugging someone wasn’t supposed to feel this good. When he pulled back he reached down to take your suitcase from you. “I don’t own a car, is it okay if we take a cab?”

“Y-Yeah, of course,” you stuttered, “But it’s on me. Same with food and stuff.” “Don’t worry about it,” he chuckled. “No, you���re letting me stay with you and a hotel would’ve been a lot more expensive than this. It’s my treat.” “Yeah, we’ll see.” He gave you a look and even with the mask you could tell he was smirking underneath it.

It’s about half an hour drive to his apartment complex, and it’s rather nice. “All that YouTube money paying off, huh?” you asked in amusement. “You’d know,” he replied. You insisted on carrying your suitcase up the stairs yourself, which he silently shook his head at, until after a few flights he noticed you struggling and settled on carrying the thing in between the two of you. “How many clothes did you bring?” “Oh, it’s mostly filled with bricks I might need to throw at your head.” He laughed at that.

His apartment was simple, but cosy. “Home sweet home,” he said, almost sarcastically. You furrowed your brow at him. “I’m sure you could’ve had it a lot worse.” He reluctantly agreed.

He helped you set down your luggage in what appeared to be his bedroom, where the curtains were still closed and the black bedsheets fresh. He had a few pieces of fanart up on his wall, and some on his closet. You turned to him and gave him a look. “You’re not sleeping on the couch.”

He quickly shook his head, “You’re not sleeping there. If you won’t let me sleep on the couch I’ll sleep on the floor.”

“If you’re sleeping on the floor, I’m sleeping on the floor.”

“Yeah, we’ll see about that,” he murmured. “What?” “Nothing.”

He suggested playing video games as you were both too tired to do anything else. You’d landed quite late yet were still confused about what time it actually was. Flying is weird. You hopped onto his couch and grabbed a controller.

He sat down next to you, but suddenly seemed tenser than before.

“You okay? You can just go to sleep if you want to.”

He shook his head, “Nah, I don’t sleep a lot. It’s fine.”

You didn’t stop looking at him, though. He was still wearing that mask. “You don’t have to take it off, if you don’t want to. I understand if it makes you uncomfortable.”

“It’s not that, I just…” He took a deep breath. You hadn’t expected him to take it off then and there. You stared at him, your mouth slightly agape, controller barely held by your numb hands.

“Disappointed?”

It was as if he was expecting you to make a face or something, but you didn’t give him anything, except for a blatant “Nope” and an “Are we gonna play now or what?”

“You don’t have anything else to say?”

You shrugged, and looked him up and down again. “You’re kind of what I imagined you to be.”

“What’s that?”

“Handsome.”

Neither of you could stop smiling for the rest of the night.

You eventually forced him to sleep in his own bed, even going as far as to shove him into the room and keep your weight against the door so he couldn’t get out, so he eventually relented. “Inviting you here was a mistake.” “How come? All I’ve done so far is look after you!” “You’re a nightmare.”

You mostly stayed in for the week, which you didn’t mind at all. Being in such a closed-off environment with someone you got along with was nice. He attempted to get you to lift the weights in his room and succeeded for around fifteen minutes until you nearly dropped a dumbbell on your foot. You ordered take-out from his favourite restaurant, watched horror movies until you adapted to his sleeping schedule because you were too scared to close your eyes now, and even streamed a bit together with your friends.

“Wait, is Corpse with you?” Rae had asked.

“No, I’m at Corpse’s. He’s sitting across from me so I can’t see his screen but we’re gonna have to share the Discord unless you want to hear an echo.”

“Ah, man! You got to see his face, too?” Sykkuno whined.

“Stop simping, Sykkuno. You get enough attention from him already.”

“Don’t worry, I still love you,” Corpse said.

“Huh?”

It was probably a good thing that you got teamed up again, because you could indeed start to see his hands shaking right as the word ‘impostor’ appeared on the screen. You reached over and stroked it with your thumb. He smiled gratefully back at you.

“Just please,” he pleaded later that day, “Sleep in the bed. If only for one night.”

“No. I’ve heard about and now seen your sleeping habits. If you take the couch you’re never going to get any sleep.” You made a real effort to show him how comfortable you were – even though your back had started to hurt already after the first night – by crawling underneath your blanket and rubbing your head into the soft pillow. He snorted.

Next thing, you feel yourself being lifted by an arm underneath your knees and one around your back. “Corpse! Put me the fuck down!” you shrieked. You knew he lifted weights, but how the hell did he still have the energy as an insomniac? He ungracefully dropped you onto the matrass and turned the lights off. “Good night.”

You quickly got hold of the back of his hoodie before he could leave and pulled. He fell down next to you with a low huff. “Fine, I’ll sleep in the bed. But only if you sleep here too.”

“I snore.”

“Don’t care.”

For some reason, there wasn’t any tension or awkwardness. You were comfortable, and the soft rhythm of his breathing seemed to soothe you. He called out your name, to see if you were still awake.

“Hm?”

“…Thanks for coming over.”

“Any time.”

This was how you would spend the rest of the nights, and whenever either of you woke up suddenly curled up around the other, you didn’t mention it or move away from it. It was the first time in years Corpse got a few nights of complete rest.

[buckyownsmylife]

Worst Behavior - Chris Evans smut

The one where it was supposed to be a sex scene, but Chris fucked you for real - and he didn’t care that your boyfriend was watching

Warnings: infidelity (reader cheats on oc boyfriend with Chris), smut, exhibitionism, public sex, dirty talk, angst.

Word count: 1.7K

A/N: thank you to my ride or die, @sweetkingdomstarlight-blog​ for looking this over and giving me her thoughts about it. Writing is such a better process with you to scream about it!

Chris’ P.O.V.

I was seething when I burst through her trailer’s door, so out of my mind that the sight of her raising a hand over her heart, clearly startled, didn’t make me feel even remotely guilty.

“So this is it, huh? We’re gonna film this one last scene, and then you’ll be back by his side, like you and I were nothing, like I never even mean anything to you.” Somewhere inside my troubled mind, a tiny, still emotionally sober part of me saw her wiping a stray tear after it immediately fell from her eye, clearly not wanting to show this sign of weakness in front of me.

But again, I was too out of it to care. I wanted her to hurt, I wanted her to feel the pain that I was feeling, after all she put me through. How could she expect me to leave this set like I was the same man that met her? She had fundamentally changed me, by showing me how to love and be loved, how it was possible to find in a single person the answer to all of my needs and desires for my future.

I couldn’t just go on pretending I didn’t know what I knew now. But that’s what she intended to do. She wanted to leave and keep living in the pretense that nothing had changed, that she was still in love with the man waiting for her on set.

I knew for a fact that wasn’t the case. I knew it because there was no way my feelings were one-sided, no way everything we had gone through had only mattered that much to me. I knew her, probably better than I knew myself. And I knew this was all just fear and anxiety, clouding her mind and stopping her from going after what she truly wanted.

Unfortunately, the only way I could process these emotions at the moment was through anger.

“Is that how you see me?” Her sweet voice surprised me, I didn’t expect her to actually respond to my hurt-filled accusations. “Do you think I’m that cruel, that I would just be able to… to leave and forget you like this?”

I huffed, too inside my own mind to relent now. Yes, this is how I saw her, at least at that moment. She was the cause of my hurt, because she was the object of my desires.

“You’re doing this out of your own free will,” I reminded her. “Don’t try to pretend you’re just some innocent little victim in all of this. You have our fate in your hands, and you’re deciding to let it all go to waste.”

At the sight of tears rolling down her cheeks, my decision to leave was made even before she ordered me out of her trailer. I couldn’t stand to see her cry, couldn’t deal with the knowledge that I was the cause for it.

So, once again, I turned that distress into anger.

Y/N’s P.O.V.

The air was chilly on set, and the fact that I was practically naked under the robe didn’t help. Neither did the tension between Chris and I. I wanted to make things right, I wanted to reach over and run my hands over his shoulders, relax the muscles I’d come to know so well. But I couldn’t do that right now. Not with my boyfriend watching us.

So I resigned myself to fiddling with my fingers as we waited for the set to be ready. Since it was one of those artistic sex shots, it would be filmed from a distance and there wouldn’t be any lines or sounds that we had to make, just movements to simulate. Which meant that the few people that were allowed to stay on the set had to watch the whole thing unfold from afar, and we would be free to fake having sex while they filmed us.

I don’t think I realized this could very well be the last time I had Chris this close to me until I had his mouth on mine again. I could still feel the emotions from earlier that day right beneath the surface, boiling his blood as he buried his hand on my hair and devoured my lips like he’d done so many times before.

Good thing the scene called for desperation.

I kissed him back just as desperately, wanting to enjoy every second of this experience, even if it wasn’t exactly what I desired at that time. Chris always kissed me so well, guiding me to where he wanted, and in no time at all he had me sprawled on the bed, underneath his larger body. I couldn’t help but to moan lowly when his lips attached themselves to my jaw, and I felt his smirk against my skin.

I couldn’t blame him. The effect he had on me was incomparable. He had every right to be smug about the sounds he could pull from me, Lord knows I’d cried out his name enough times to permanently puncture my own ear drums.

And still, it didn’t seem like it would be enough. The more he touched me - even if it was under a blanket, for a scene - the clearer it became that it could never be enough. I still wanted him. I wanted him forever, in fact.

But just as the realization occurred to me, his thumb slipped over my covered clit, pressing on the little nub and making me jerk away in surprise. “Shhh…” He directed, making sure to cover my face with his bicep so the camera wouldn’t catch my shock. “Just relax so it doesn’t hurt.”

I didn’t understand what he meant until I felt him pulling the flimsy excuse of underwear aside. That’s when my cunt pulsed, just before he positioned his cock and easily slid right into my wetness.

The feeling of his thickness was too much, especially when I wasn’t expecting it. My mouth fell open in a silent gasp, and he moved his arm so the camera could see it, but also turned his head to the other side so they wouldn’t notice his lips moving as he murmured to me, “Careful, sweetheart. Can’t make any real sounds. Not like the ones I usually pull from you. Wouldn’t want your boyfriend to realize that we’re actually doing it, huh?”

Chris’ P.O.V.

My desire for her ran so deep, I could hear my blood pumping in my veins as I fucked her right in front of her boyfriend. Right in front of everyone from the filming crew, for the camera to see.

I took sick pleasure in knowing this moment would be eternalized for history. Everyone would see just how pretty she looks for me and only for me, and no one would ever know the truth.

No one would ever know the truth. That I had her, that she was mine, but only for a bit. That I got to hold her, and have her screaming my name, but I’d never get to hear it again. I’d never get to have her again.

I didn’t want to have to pretend that I forgot it. Like I didn’t know this other side of her, that we never shared these sexual experiences that felt much more intimate than anything I’d ever shared with anyone else before.

It was hard to pretend that I didn’t care underneath the mask of a character that cared too much, because I was that character. I loved this woman just like he did, and I wanted to show her just how much.

I’d looked for her in everyone I’d met before. Slept with so many women, went out on so many dates, and now here she was, clenching around my cock, reaching for my hand and still, she wasn’t mine.

How can you keep looking for the love of your life if you’ve already met them?

And even if there was emotion - and there was so much emotion, ours or of our characters, it didn’t matter anymore - this felt so dirty, dirtier than anything else we’d ever done before.

I’d had her in so many ways, and still, having her now, right in front of him, brought new feelings I never expected to feel. And I couldn’t suffer through them alone. I needed to make sure she’d acknowledged it too.

“He has no idea, you know,” I whispered, low enough so the only person who could hear was her. Her eyes met mine in surprise, but she kept in character, while I took advantage of my position to taunt her more. “No one has. No one knows you only look like this when you have my dick inside of you.”

A moan broke free from her, making me smile inwardly even though I couldn’t smirk like I wanted to. I let go of one of her hands to push a few strands of hair away from her face, so both the camera and I could get a good vision of her expression.

“You’re such a good girl for me, honey. He could never get you like this. Only I can do that.” The way she clawed at my back made it obvious that I was right. And still, the reality of our situation didn’t allow for me to feel any sort of pride in that.

I didn’t want to stop. I didn’t want to cum and have to pull out of her, let her go back to him and their life as I was left by myself. “I can’t let you go,” I admitted, and her eyes opened up to meet mine, a slight sparkle of understanding in them. “Not like this,” I continued. “Not ever.”

And still, my hips picked up the pace and brought us to that old familiar high, right when I came to terms with the fact that I’d have to leave her. “Baby,” I whispered, this time knowing the microphone would pick it up.

Our eyes connected once more, but this time, there was mostly pain, from my gaze and from hers. I stood there for as long as I could, thumbs brushing over her cheekbones, until the director’s voice freed us from the scene, and then I was forced to leave.

Before I did though, I had one last thing to say.

“I don’t want to have to miss you.”

One thing was certain. It would be impossible to remain professional during the press conference.

[egcdeath]

finders keepers

summary: did captain america just steal your cat?

pairing: steve rogers x reader

word count: 2.5k

warnings: tooth rotting fluff, strangers to lovers

author’s note: it’s been way too long since i wrote some pure, self indulgent fluff. this has been quite the refreshing experience for me but i think it’s back to our regularly scheduled program after this ;)

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Miso had an air of arrogance that you admired. She took the world by its kitty balls, doing whatever she pleased whenever she pleased. Your cat left the apartment for sometimes days at a time, and frequently led male cats to your door. To you, your cat was more like a roommate than a pet, hogging up most of your bed, standing on the counter while you attempted to make food for yourself, and leaving most areas dirtier than she originally found it. 

Okay, maybe you were personifying your cat a little too much. But after moving out to D.C., you were unspeakably lonely. Most days, it felt like Miso was all you had, and that you were all Miso had (save for her army of cat boyfriends). 

This made things all the more concerning for you when you’d realized that you hadn’t seen your cat companion in five days. Five whole days without the comforting vibration of her purr, her ungodly hours of wakeup calls demanding to be played with, or pet. The cherry on top was that the cat food outside your door appeared to be completely untouched.

In your frenzied realization of your missing cat, your mind raced with a thousand different terrible situations your dear Miso could’ve found herself in. You frantically clicked through pictures of her on an online album and attempted to find a photo that would capture her white fur with large blobs of auburn, and her vibrant blue eyes to put on your ‘MISSING’ sign. The longer you clicked, the more that you began to worry that she had been caught and kidnapped by some terrible person with bad intentions. 

You finally threw together the poster, sending it to your phone so that you could print it off at the OfficeMax down the street. Luckily for you, you didn’t make it that far, as the moment you began to lock the closed door of your apartment, you saw the unmistakable figure of your cat. 

In the arms of your neighbor.

Now, you’d never met Steve. He was an Avenger, Captain America to be exact, and you were just… you. You’d convinced yourself that attempting to introduce yourself to him would ultimately end in failure, and an embarrassing one at that. Maybe he’d scoff and walk away, or call Tony Stark in front of you and tell him about the crazy woman he just encountered. 

But none of that mattered. Captain America was stealing your fucking cat. 

“Excuse me, sir?” You asked, stepping away from your door and approaching the Greek God of a man to the right of you. 

“Oh, hey! We must be n-“

“You have my cat,” you said bluntly.

“I’m sorry, what?” Steve seemed to do a double take

“My cat, y’know, the feline in your arms.”

“Well, maybe we just have similar looking cats. This is Arabella.”

You nearly scoffed at this, shaking your head. First, Captain America kidnapped your cat, and now he’s trying to convince you that it’s not your cat? Yeah, you’d know Miso from a mile away. And what kind of name is Arabella?

“Arabella is a great name for her,” Steve retorted, pulling the cat closer to his chest. Shit, did you say that out loud?

“Well I think it’s time for Miso to come back home,” the cat’s ears perked at this, and she glanced over at you. The sight of you made her wiggle and hop out of Steve’s tight embrace, landing on her feet and trotting over to you. The damn cat rubbed her face against your calf and purred as if she hadn’t been cheating on you for long enough to have gained a new name.

You squatted down and rubbed the back of your hand against her cheek, and shook your head at your pet, “you’re getting put on probation, young lady.” 

She didn’t seem to mind, pacing back and forth around you. You glanced up and saw Steve with a rather neutral expression on his face, as if he was masking whatever it was that he was feeling.

“I’m sorry about that, ma’am. Uh, maybe I’ll see you both around sometime,” disappointment coated his every word before he opened up his apartment door and promptly closed it behind him. 

You were surprised at how quickly he conceded, but you weren’t particularly mad about it either. You weren’t sure what you’d do if you never got your Miso back.

——

A whole day later, you’d been in your apartment typing up an email when a soft rapping at your door got your attention.

“Just a second!” you called, hopping up and hurrying to the door. When you opened it, Steve was standing in front of you, waiting with an oversized box in his hands.

“These are some of Ar- Miso?” he trailed off, waiting for you to confirm the name, and you gave him a tiny nod. “These are some of Miso’s toys. I just figured if she’s not staying at my place anymore…”

As if on cue, Miso strolled up to the door, and stretched her arms up on Steve’s leg, begging to be picked up. The man glanced at you for approval, and you gave a dismissive shrug before he set down the box, and held up the cat.

Steve frowned as he held her, and frankly, it pulled on your heart strings. You had to remind yourself that this man had been holding your cat captive for at least a week, and at most… who knows. 

She clearly had a connection with him, and that was what intrigued you most. Miso was a very picky cat, and it was only occasionally that she found someone that she genuinely liked, let alone wanted to be picked up by. If you continued to watch the display of affection in front of you, you might just cave.

“Uh, I left something in the oven for a little too long, so I should probably go get that. Thanks for stopping by.”

Steve nodded, understanding that it was time for him to exit.

——

You should’ve seen this coming the minute Miso was back in your home. You stepped out of the shower one morning to find your front door slightly ajar, and your animal nowhere to be found. 

You huffed, frustrated that just three days after you told yourself that your cat was completely indoor from that point on, she had escaped. She could literally be anywhere at this point.

In a whirlwind, you threw on a sweatshirt and pants, ready to go print out the missing posters that you had designed just a few days ago. As you slipped on sneakers, you realized something very crucial. She might just be at Steve’s place.

You groaned aloud, rubbing your temple as you thought of how difficult your cat was being. You were becoming a bit nervous to approach Steve, you hadn’t gotten off to the greatest start, and if your cat wasn’t there, things might just be awkward.

Regardless, you knew you needed to try, so you exited your own home, and knocked on the door of Steve’s.

A few moments later, he appeared with your cat in tow. 

“Hey!” he paused and trailed off, “I never got your name before.”

“That’s what you care about right now?” you glanced down at your animal. “It’s Y/N, by the way.”

“Hi, Y/N. Miso and I were just enjoying breakfast, if you’d like to join us?”

Was Steve shooting his shot? 

“I appreciate your offer, but I think I’m alright. I have to get back to work, and my cat is still in your custody,” your eyes flickered down to the animal who stood proudly by his side. 

“Maybe some other time,” he shrugged. “You work from home?”

You nodded, then squatted down to get eye level with your cat. 

“I’m jealous,” he chuckled. “Alright, I’ll stop bothering you now. Bye Miso, see you around, Y/N.”

You picked up your cat, who briefly dug her nails into the ground in resistance before submitting to her capture. As you brought her back home, you couldn’t help but wonder if you’d made the right choice.

——

Ever since you’d discovered Miso, or Arabella’s secret life, it’s like you couldn’t stop noticing her connection to Steve. 

Some days, she’d be gone until the dead of night, when she’d meow and paw at your front door until you woke up. Other times she’d be laying in bed with you, and she smelled distinctly of your neighbor. Your cat had single handedly turned a stranger into a thoroughly integrated part of your life.

It was as if Miso was now your child, and Steve your ex-husband in a Cold War style custody battle, where Miso seemed to prefer her father. It was slightly disheartening. At the very least, you knew she was in good hands. 

You held a throw pillow to your chest while you watched a rerun of a sitcom on your television, procrastinating in your work for as long as you possibly could. The sound of a knock on your door pulled you from your trance, and as you peeked through the peephole of your door, you saw a slightly distorted Steve.

Opening up the door, you gave him just the faintest hint of a smile, “what’s up, neighbor? Need me to grab you some treats for Arabella, or something?”

“Kinda the opposite,” he gestured with his head down to the cat squirming in his hands. “I’m gonna be gone on a mission for the next week or so. I just wanted to let you know that if Miso gets out, she’s not with me.” 

Steve set her down on your carpet, and she happily collapsed at your feet, “keep her safe for me, alright?” 

——

You took a deep breath as you approached his door, hoping he hadn’t left just yet. You fiddled with the sticky note containing your number, and polaroid photo of your cat in your hand, considering turning around and scrapping the idea all together. 

It was silly to think that an Avenger would ever bother reaching out to you. You were probably overstepping anyway. Steve would think you were a freak and take full custody of your beloved Miso once and for all. 

Going against your better judgment, you set down the polaroid-note combo and quickly slid it under Steve’s door. Whatever happened happened.

The next morning, you were pleased to receive a notification from an unknown number. 

Send Miso pics?

You were more than happy to oblige. 

——

Over the course of Steve’s week-long mission, you’d sent several pictures and videos of your cat doing random things. Trying to get on the table, sleeping on top of your dryer, and even playing with one of the toys Steve provided.

Surprisingly, Steve wasn’t as dry of a texter as you thought he’d be. He was eating up all of the Miso content, and would occasionally even ask for you to send more photos. 

The final night of his mission, you were surprised when you received a FaceTime request, at first writing it off as a technical error (he was from a different time period, after all), but the follow up call demonstrated his intentions.

You cautiously picked up, the knot in your stomach growing as you did so, “hello?”

“Hi!” Steve greeted optimistically, the phone just a bit too close to his face. “Any Miso sightings?”

“Yeah, she’s actually sleeping on my foot right now,” you chuckled, flipping the camera so you could show her off in your dim, lamp-lit bedroom. 

“So cute,” he hummed, “how have you been?”

“Me?” you laughed quietly, “I’m not the one on a top secret mission in god-knows-where. But I’ve been fine. How are you?”

“Honestly? I’m pretty tired. Kinda can’t wait to get home and see you and Miso,” he said in a quieter voice. 

Your brain stalled out for a second. Steve was excited to see you? You hoped that you were reading this the right way, as you were more than willing to go with whatever it was that Steve was putting down.

“We’ll be expecting an immediate visit from you, then. I’ll let Miso know that she needs to start kneading a bread loaf for you as soon as possible. Any idea of what time you’re getting into D.C.?” 

“Probably late morning, but it really depends on when Natasha gets up.”

You had a moment where you realized that you were talking to a real life superhero, and he had just referenced his friend… who was also a superhero. You paused for a second. 

“Y/N? Hey, you still here?”

“Yeah! Yeah. I just zoned out for a sec. Well, you better get here safe or else someone is going to be very annoyed with you.”

Steve laughed softly across the line, and you adjusted yourself in bed, yawning softly.

“I’m sorry, I forgot how late it is over there,” Steve apologized.

“Don’t worry, I was up anyway. One of Miso’s boyfriends is pretty upset that he can’t come in here and spend the night with her.”

“Which one?”

“I think that grey one. I don’t really know what his voice sounds like, but she’s been leading him on lately,” you responded, eliciting a laugh from both you and Steve. 

“Try to get some sleep, okay? I don’t need you snoozing while I come to visit our girl.”

“You are something else, Steve Rogers,” you said fondly, adjusting your phone one last time as you hugged a pillow. “I’ll get to sleep. See you tomorrow.”

“See you tomorrow. Sweet dreams, Y/N.”

You hung up, and cuddled into your pillow with a sigh. Calling your dreams that night sweet was an understatement. 

——

You seemed to be Steve’s first stop after his mission, stopping at your door with his duffel bag still attached to his arm, and wearing a slightly dirty and much too small white t-shirt.

Expecting his presence, you quickly got the door and gave him a toothy grin. 

“It’s so good to see your face without a screen,” Steve commented. Internally, you swooned. 

“I could say the same for you, Steve.”

Miso had been summoned by the sound of Steve’s voice, practically sprinting to the door and meowing at him on the top of her lungs. 

“Miso really appreciates you coming here to see her first,” you added as he lifted her up and quietly cooed into her wrinkly head. “Feel free to take her for the next few days. I’m sure she’s getting tired of me.”

Steve shook his head at you, and grinned, “that’s so sweet of you,” he briefly looked down at his wristwatch, and his brows raised.

“Shit. I have to go, but I promise to see you soon. I’m glad to see that everything is well. Take care, Y/N,” Steve began making his way back to his own apartment, and you watched him with the semblance of a frown. 

You really needed to stop longing for the unobtainable. 

——

You hadn’t heard from Steve in a few days following his return, and your brief interaction with him. Part of you wondered if he was avoiding you for some  reason. 

Your phone lit up the room as it went off, and you grabbed it to look at the notification you received.

A picture of Steve grinning with Miso sitting on his chest looked back at you with a simple message connected to it.

Wanna come over? :D

[griffintail]

Hi! Can I request a fic where reader is a teen, and was part of the sbi family, but was manipulated by dream to work with him. Now that dream’s locked up, reader is really lonely, but Sam and puffy took them in and is raising them, but dream is livid and tells Sam to leave reader alone. Dream escapes and makes it pretty clear he’s after reader. You can choose hoe it ends. I’m a big fan of your work. Thanks! /gen

I-I went further with this than I planned. Lol. I hope you enjoy it!

The Sister’s Happiness

Pairings: SBI x Sibling! F! Reader

Warnings: Mentions of Manipulation, Mentions of blood, Explosion, Mild Angst

Part 2

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        (Y/N) wished she could turn back time and never go with Dream.

        He made her think so many horrible things about her…family. He made her do so many things against them. She thought he had been her friend, the only one that truly cared for her and understood her.

        Now, she saw what he had really done to her.

        He had separated her from those that had cared about her. After everything she had done…they’d never even what to see her again, she was sure of it.

        She had helped Schlatt come into power by Dream’s orders, take Wilbur’s nation from him and Tommy.

        She had kept hold of one of Tommy’s discs for Dream in case if Tommy tried to get them back, he’d have the wrong guy. She had also helped Dream and Techno blow up L’Manberg one last time.

        She betrayed Phil and Techno by telling Dream where Techno was, using information she got from Phil.

        She lost everything she ever once had and now she lost everything she had now. Dream had gone to prison and the time alone; she realized the mistakes she made with helping him. All she was now was…alone…

        Time passed seemed to pass so slowly yet so fast around her as she tried to bring herself outside and be happy, but so many people hated her. She just knew it. Everyone would hate her as she had been Dream’s “friend”.

        Maybe that’s why when she first managed to get outside, she decided to go to the prison. She knew Dream was bad and bad for her but she had no one else, so she went to visit him.

        “(Y/N)?” Sam looked at her surprised as she came into the prison. “Where have you been?”

        She rubbed her arm awkwardly. “I’ve been…just hanging around you know. So many friends to talk to!”

        Sam knew she was lying.

        “I came to see Dream.��� She changed the subject.

        “I…Don’t think that’s a good idea,” Sam told her, remembering a promise…

        “Come on, what am I going to do?” She rolled her eyes.

        “Dream’s a pretty bad guy (Y/N), and you’re a kid.”

        “I’m not a child!” She protested. “Just let me see the damn guy.”

        “No, I’m going to insist you don’t.” Sam shook his head as he came around his desk. “Why don’t you go do something else?”

        (Y/N) didn’t want to go though, she’d be alone again. Stuck in her own home, afraid of what the others would do. She had snuck her way to the prison already, she didn’t want to sneak across the whole land alone. She just didn’t want to be alone.

        “No! Just let me see him! I don’t go back to the quiet fucking house! I don’t care if he’s the bad guy! Just let me talk to someone!”

        Sam stopped in front of her as she took a step back realizing she had said all that out loud.

        “I—Forget I said that.” (Y/N) turned for the portal, trying not to show her weakness.

        “…Why don’t we go back to my base? I need a break.” Sam stopped her.

        She stopped at the edge of the portal, her hand resting on the obsidian.

        He’s trying to use you.

        That voice was back, the voice of Dream that always controlled her. Her heart pounded as she clenched her hand before taking a deep breath and looking at Sam.

        “Why?” She asked.

        “Well, my place isn’t quiet, you might like the different change.”

        Don’t listen to him. He’s not your friend, I am.

        She clenched her hands in her pockets before giving an eye roll.

        “Yeah, sure, I’ll come to your stupid base.” She muttered. “But if it’s boring, I’m leaving.”

        Sam chuckled lightly. “Sure, you won’t think that for too long probably, Puffy said she’s bringing me some cake and I’m willing to share.”

        (Y/N)’s eyes lit up slightly at the mention of cake and Sam was actually a bit startled by the light in her eyes. He didn’t really remember a time when he had seen her with such a look in her eyes. Dream’s influence must have had a greater effect than anyone thought…

        Sam put up his warden gear and had taken (Y/N) to his base, which rested far from the rest of the SMP land, so she was able not to worry about those that hated her finding her. She tried not to let the cool base affect her but it was especially hard when Fran jumped on her. She lost it after that and managed a real smile after a long time and pet the dog eagerly.

        She played with the dog, running around the base, Sam joining the pair once he had taken a few moments to relax. When Puffy came, she was shocked to see (Y/N) laughing as Fran was licking her face, having knocked the younger girl down. As she had been so new to the land, she hadn’t seen her like this ever.

        It made Puffy smile though as Sam shared the cake she had brought with (Y/N) as well. (Y/N) gladly dug in and it was a very different change from how they were used to seeing her. Is this what people used to see her as?

        The two from there vowed to let her show her happiness. Dream wasn’t there to control her anymore and they wanted to make sure she knew that. That she could back to who she was and the people they knew she loved and they also knew still loved her…

        “Why don’t we go to the SMP tomorrow?” Sam offered one day as (Y/N) was practicing her archery as Sam spotted her.

        She lowered the bow, frowning, before aiming at the target again, getting a bullseye. “You want me to lose a life?”

        “What do you mean?” Sam asked confused.

        “I helped do so many horrible things.” She took out a new arrow. “They’d want my head on a plate.”

        “That’s not…”

        “Sam, I helped bring down my broth—” She stopped looking away from him. “I helped bring down Tommy’s and Wilbur’s nation twice. It’s gone now. Doubt Tommy wants to see my face anywhere near him or the SMP.”

        She aimed her bow at the target again and missed widely as she wasn’t focused, swearing quietly to herself as she went to retrieve the arrow as Sam sat for a moment with his own thoughts. Dream had really broken her faith in her own family…

        …

        “Hey, Sam.” Tommy stopped at the portal to leave the prison.

        “Yeah?” Sam raised an eyebrow at Tommy’s serious tone.

        “Can you promise me something?”

        …

        The next day, he did his day at the prison as (Y/N) and Puffy were having a girl’s day. Today, he had a mission though. He went to the main cell with his only prisoner.

        “Sam. What do I owe the pleasure?” Dream grinned behind his mask.

        “What did you do to (Y/N)?” Sam went straight to the point.

        Dream chuckled as he leaned on the wall. “I made her useful instead of being the annoying brat she was.”

        “She’s just a child.”

        “So? She helped Tommy with his first “Disc War”.” He shook his head. “I couldn’t deal with two of the brats, so, I showed her what was better for her.”

        “You took her away from her family.”

        Dream chuckled, moving his mask to side to smirk at Sam. “And? She’s better off. I’m sure she’ll visit me soon too.”

        Dream had banked on it. (Y/N) couldn’t survive without him. He had shaped her into the way he wanted and he’d use her again to escape.

        “She wasn’t and she won’t, but I assure you now,” Sam smirked this time, making Dream frown. “She’ll bounce back. I’ll make sure of it.”

        “What the hell does that mean?” Dream asked.

        “She’s remembering how to smile. I don’t think I’ve ever seen her laugh.”

        Dream stepped forward to grab the man but Sam moved out of the way. Sam was trying to further break Dream by showing him that he no longer has control outside these four walls and by the rage in the usually masked man’s face, he knew this could work.

        “She’s just a kid and I’ll make sure she remembers that.”

        “Leave them alone Sam. You’re not going to like it if you don’t.”

        “No, I’ll make sure she can remember who she was.”

        Dream tried to grab Sam again, but Sam tripped him down. The creeper hybrid crouched next to the man.

        “You have no power. (Y/N) is safe now and I won’t let you take that from her.”

        Sam left the cell with that and Dream growled as he clenched his hands.

        “Time to speed up plans then…” He grinned wickedly.

        Sam sat at his desk the next day, writing in a book when he jumped hearing an ear-splitting explosion as alarms blared off.

        “FUCK!” He shouted, grabbing his trident as he sprinted for Dream’s cell.

        Smoke was piling out before he opened the entrance to the cell and when he could see, he stood in shock at the gaping hole in front of him as Dream adjusted his mask, a sword gleaming in the sunlight streaming in and the fire piling around him.

        “Sam. The man of the hour.” He grinned wickedly as a group of purple particles blinked out in the smoke. “Now, tell me. Where is she?”

        Sam supposed he had to also speed up his own plans now too.

        …

        “Fran!” (Y/N) called as she held a lead.

        She had worked with Sam on a schedule where she would walk Fran while Sam was at the prison. Fran ran up to her and she smiled tying the leash on the dog, leaving with her. They were about to do their usual route when Fran started to growl and (Y/N) stiffened, hand going to her sword.

        “What is it?” She muttered.

        She heard movement and she stood in front of Fran as she pulled out her sword.

        Sam’s place was so far away. Who was here?

        By the tree line, she saw a shadow come towards the edge and then out into the light…

        “(Y/N)!” Ghostbur smiled.

        “G-Ghostbur?” She sputtered.

        She had met the ghost once or twice during Tommy’s exile but she had never been alone with the ghost of her…of Wilbur.

        “I found you first. Techno said he’d find you because he’s a human GPS and Tommy said he’d find you first because he’s better! But I found you first.” Ghostbur rambled as he came over.

        (Y/N) merely went pale. They were looking for her? Did they want to…?

        “Phil told me he needs you for a sleepover at his place so come on.” Ghostbur smiled, holding out a hand to her.

        “W-What? I—” She backed away, frightened.

        She knew they must hate her but did they really want to hurt her?

        “Oh dear. Do you need some blue?” Ghostbur asked as he went into his bag. “I have a few pieces spare!”

        She was debating to go sprinting into Sam’s house when the tree line broke again and Tommy stumbled into the clearing.

        “HA!” Tommy grinned as (Y/N) was deathly white. “There you are!”

        He took a step to her but that was enough to frighten her to sprint towards the house only for her to scream as she fell on the ground seeing Techno coming walking out beside it.

        “I—I—I!” (Y/N) sputtered, Fran, growling as the dog stood in front of her.

        “Well, that’s not the greeting I expected,” Techno muttered as Ghostbur floated to the girl and held a piece of blue to her.

        “Come on idiot. We need to go.” Tommy huffed to the girl.

        “I-I’m sorry.” She finally let out, tears now falling down her face as she shook.

        “For what?” Techno raised an eyebrow.

        “E-Everything. I-I just—Please don’t hurt me.” She whimpered.

        “What? Why would we hurt you?” Tommy looked at her confused.

        “I-I helped Dream a-and…”

        “You were manipulated by Dream.” Techno crouched down, glaring at the dog as it growled at him. “Yeah, sure, we use to hate you but.” Techno looked at Tommy as Tommy looked away. “We know what Dream’s like now. We know what he does. And now, he’s broken out of the prison.”

        (Y/N)’s body stiffened now at the information as Ghostbur shifted nervously before putting the blue in the girl’s hand, which turned a deep blue instantly.

        “Sam called us,” Tommy told her. “We got to go before he gets here. Techno and I…don’t agree on a lot.” Tommy looked at his brother before looking at her. “But we agree that you need to get to Techno’s and Phil’s so we know you’re safe sis.”

        (Y/N)’s heart cracked as she heard the familiar nickname from her brother. The blue had given her enough clarity to hear Tommy’s words and it made her tear up more. Her…Her brothers didn’t hate her…

        “We got go now. Dream could be here any minute.” Techno said, standing and offering a hand to (Y/N), Fran trying to snap at it but he growled at the dog and the dog backed off.

        (Y/N) hesitated as she took his hand and Techno pulled her up.

        “Let’s go.” He looked around before leading the teenagers, a dog, and a ghost away.

        ��

        “You got to promise me that you won’t let (Y/N) see Dream,” Tommy said.

        “What?”

        “…I thought I hated her…I never really did but I always said I did. Now, I don’t hate her at all because now…now I know what Dream can do. You can’t let her in that cell with him. Promise me, Sam.”

        “…Yeah, ok. I promise.”

        “Thanks. If you see her…let her know I’d like to talk ok?” He smiled sadly. “We all miss her.”

        “I will.”

        …

        Sam came to his base, beaten and bloodied but he was alive. His base was in disarray but that meant one thing, Dream hadn’t been able to find (Y/N). He smiled to himself. Puffy had gotten his message and gotten to the brothers.

        He had planned on slowly introducing her back to her family to help her realize no one hated her but he had to speed everything up for her safety. He knew, there was no better place for her now than with her own family as Dream was on a war place to reclaim a piece in his game of chess.

[lotusss-flowerbomb]

Something Like A Virgin

Bucky x reader

Warnings: Smut (like y’all ain’t know), 18+

A/N: This story has unprotected sex. Remember that this is fiction and in real life even if you you pack it in plastic it’ll still be fantastic.

Word Count: 2,492

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"I knew this was a bad idea," Bucky jumped up from his chair to leave.

"No, Bucky, come on," you followed behind him.

"You promised not to make fun of me," he said.

"I didn't!" You proclaimed.

"You aww'd me. You do that when you're making fun of Bruce all the time."

He was right. But this time you didn't mean it towards him.

"No, I just think it's sweet, that's all. You don't have to be embarrassed," you grabbed his hand.

"I'm not embarrassed. I've had plenty of sex before. I'm not a virgin."

"Yeah, but you've only done it when hydra was in your head. You've never done it of your own volition, so you're something like a virgin, babe." You explained.

"I don't know why I thought telling you was a good idea," he exhaled.

"We both know why you told me, Bucky. It's because you want to fuck me, right?"

That was exactly right, but instead of asking you out properly, he tripped all over his words and suddenly what he wanted to say came out as him telling his secrets.

Bucky swallowed hard. He was speechless at how straight forward you were.

"It's so cute that I make you nervous," you smiled devilishly. "Tell you what, I'll give you three days to prepare yourself, then I'll meet you at your place at 8." You tapped his nose and walked away.

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Day 1

Bucky was a nervous wreck. He had no idea what to do for you and he needed to figure it out quickly with only a few days to prepare. He Googled "date ideas" and scrolled through the many suggestions.

"What are you doing?" T'Challa asked looking over his shoulder.

"Nothing," he quickly locked the phone and put it face down beside him.

"Mmm hmm, you have a date? With who?"

Before he could answer you walked into the room.

"Your Majesty," you curtsied.

"Please, you know I hate it when you do that," he stood to hug you.

"How are you?"

"The sun is shining, so I cannot complain."

"And how are you?" You turned to a quiet Bucky.

"Fine," he shifted in his seat.

"Okay, well I just wanted to come say hello since I heard you were here. I'll leave you guys to it." You exited the room.

They both said goodbye and T'Challa eyeballed Bucky.

"She is going to eat you alive," he snickers.

"I'm gonna cancel," Bucky pulled out his phone to text you.

"You will do no such thing. I will have no brother of mine running from a challenge. Come on, we'll figure this out together." He pulled out his own phone to help with ideas.

You were simple. Bucky had noticed the little things made you happiest and technically you didn't say it was a date, rather than just sex, but he still wanted to do something romantic.

The two men worked together and came up with a few ideas. Bucky thought it was overkill, but T'Challa was already on his phone arranging for someone to come decorate and set up the apartment.

"Do you also need tips on how to make her —"

"No!" Bucky cut him off.

"I'm kidding," he laughed and patted him on the shoulder. "I guess I should get work since I'm here. I hope your date goes well."

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Day 2 

Bucky inhaled and then exhaled before knocking on your door.

You smiled at him when you opened it and saw him on the other side.

"Hey, Buck, what's going on?" You asked.

"I just wanted to see you," he said shyly.

"Oh, that's sweet," you moved to the side and let him in.

He went over to the couch and took a seat. You sat next to him awkwardly rubbing your hands up and down your thighs.

You sat in silence until you couldn't stand it anymore. You straddled his lap and wrapped your arms around his neck to pull him in for a kiss.

Bucky was hard within seconds. He palmed your ass in the little shorts you were wearing as he leaned back further and grinded into you.

"Wait," he broke the kiss. "I've got a whole evening planned for us tomorrow. I don't want to ruin it."

"You want to wait? I mean, we can wait if you really want to," you swivel your hips on his lap.

You meant it. If he wanted to wait, you'd respect his wishes. But damn if his thick cock didn't feel good right now.

"I guess we could still do this tomo—"

"Oh, thank goodness," you pressed your lips to his again.

You lifted up a little bit to pull his pants off of his waist. Although you could feel him, you were completely unprepared for what you were looking down at. The thick veiny vessel was already dripping precum.

You wrapped your hand around it and stroked slowly. Bucky leaned his head back with a pleasure filled groan. Sliding down his lap to your knees, you swirled your tongue around the tip and then sucked the head into your mouth, letting it go with a loud smack.

"Mmm, you have no idea how long I've wanted to do that," you said while looking up at him. "Tell me what you want, Bucky." You went back to slowly stroking him.

When moved to stand you sat back on your legs to give him room. He gripped himself with his flesh hand and grabbed your hair with the other pulling your head back.

"You'll tell me if you can't take it?" He inquired.

You nodded.

"Yes, Sergeant Barnes," he urged you to say.

"Yes, Sergeant Barnes," you repeated.

"That's my girl," he smiled. "Open wide," he tapped the tip of his dick on your lips.

You complied and your pussy throbbed with excitement.

He slid his dick into your mouth, watching as he slowly disappeared inside. You pulled his pants down the rest of the way, so nothing was keeping you from swallowing all of him.

"Fucccckkkk, you're taking me like such a good girl," he grunts.

You were shocked. This is what you'd been waiting to see; Bucky take charge. He was always so shy and careful. Making sure to never do anything to make anyone uncomfortable, but now was his time to let loose and you were loving every moment of it.

He fucked your throat and listened to the sounds of you taking it all in. Your nails dug into his thighs and the tears streamed down your face. He finally pulled out to give you a break.

Bucky needed to feel you. He sat back down and patted his lap, signaling for you to sit. You slowly lowered yourself down on him.

"Ooooh, yessss!"

"Feel good, baby?"

"Yes, Sergeant," you kissed his throat.

You tucked your feet beneath his legs and bounced on his dick. Bucky ran his tongue over your nipple and sucked it into his mouth.

You grabbed his chin and put his head back. He smirked up at you and stuck his tongue out. You sucked on it and then swirled yours with his into a sloppy kiss.

He was close to his orgasm, so he grabbed your hips and fucked into you rapidly.

"Fuck yes, you gonna cum for me?" You held on taking him all in.

"Right in this tight little pussy."

"No, Buck, I'm not —"

He grabbed your throat, cutting off your words, "Do not deny me."

"Shit!" You yelled as you came all over him.

It was something about the demanding tone of his voice and the cool vibranium wrapped around your throat that tipped you over the edge immediately.

You watched the metal shift in his arm as he started cumming. You kept fucking until he gave you all that he had.

"Fuck," he groaned as he pressed soft kisses in between your breasts and then finally to your lips.

You tried to get up, but he held you in place with a soft, "Not yet."

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Day 3

The day had finally arrived. Bucky had been on cloud nine ever since the two of you had fucked. It had only been a few hours and he was definitely craving more of you.

Bucky was walking past the media room when he heard your laugh. He saw you sitting far too close to Pietro for his liking, so he decided to come in.

"Hey, can I talk to you for a second," he grabbed your hand and pulled you up without waiting for a reply.

He practically dragged you into the other room and shut the door behind you.

"What the hell, Bucky?" You asked.

"Why is he touching you?"

"What?" You scrunch your face.

"You're all leaning on him and giggling. I don't like it," he said.

"Aw, are you jealous?"

"Y/N, I'm serious," his voice deepened.

You unbuttoned your pants and grabbed his hand, sliding them down into your panties and curling his fingers into your wet pussy.

"You feel that? That's all for you, Sergeant," you swiveled your hips so you could fuck his fingers.

Bucky groaned. You were soaking wet and his dick was so hard, that he wanted to take you right then and there, but resisted the urge. Instead, he kept working his fingers inside of you.

"Don't stop, baby, I'm so close." You grabbed on to his wrist.

Your moans were getting louder and louder the closer you got to your climax.

"Mmm, fuccckkk!"

He pulled his fingers from you and worked your clit as the pleasure washed over you.

Bucky rubbed his fingers between your folds again and then pulled them out. Loving the look of your slick nectar on his fingers. He stuck his middle finger in your mouth and watched you suck your juices off. Saving the other for himself.

"I can't wait until later," he said in your ear and then walked out of the room.

It made your pussy quiver all over again.

********

Finally, the time rolls around for you to go to Bucky's apartment. When you made these plans, you were full of confidence, so why were you nervous right now??

You knocked on his door and waited a few seconds for him to answer.

"Hey, doll," he opened the door and quickly stepped out.

"Um, so I'm not coming inside?" You laughed nervously.

"Yes, but put this on first. I want it to be a real surprise," he slid a mask over your eyes.

"Buck, what are you up to?" You questioned.

He opened the door and led you inside.

"Okay, are you ready?"

You pulled the mask off instead of waiting. Your eyes widened in surprise when you looked around the apartment. Flowers and candles covered just about every space.

Your silence was scary. Bucky was getting nervous that he'd over done it for a night that was supposed to just be about sex. He didn't want to run you off, but the hopeless romantic in him wanted to do something special.

"You did all of this for me?" You turned to him.

"Yeah, um, T'Challa helped me get this set up," he rubbed his neck.

He was once again met with silence.

"I can blow out the candles if it's too much."

"No, no it's not too much. No one has ever done this for me before. And honestly, I didn't even know you had in you."

"I'm a man of my time," he smiled and grabbed your hand to lead you down the candlelit path.

When you entered the bedroom, you were met with more flowers and a giant teddy bear. You squealed and ran over to hug it. It smelled just like Bucky's cologne.

"Thank you," you turned around to kiss him. "I feel bad that I didn't get you anything."

"Oh, you'll get me plenty," he scooped you up, so you'd wrap your legs around his waist.

He carried you to the bed and laid you down.

"You look beautiful."

"Thank y—"

Was all you got out before he ripped your dress down the front. He pulled off the flimsy lace underwear and threw them aside before diving in between your thighs.

Bucky licked and sucked your clit with such fervor, you were beginning to think that he was enjoying himself far more than you were.

He pushed your knees up, so your entire pussy was in his face. You lifted up on your elbows so you could watch.

"Ooh, yes, let me see that tongue. Now suck this pussy, baby," you chanted.

He moaned into you as did everything you requested.

Unable to stand it anymore, he used one hand to unbutton his pants and slowly stroke his pulsing cock.

"I'm gonna cum!" You grabbed a fist full of his hair and fucked his face.

He locked his arms around your thighs and enjoyed every moment of this. Your legs trembled in his hold as you soaked his face.

Bucky stood up and stroked himself some more. He could eat your pussy forever, but he needed to feel you.

"You ready for me?" He quizzed.

You couldn't speak. Just slid your hand in between your legs and spread your pussy lips. He guided himself inside of you with a heavy groan as he inched in deeper.

Rolling his hips slowly, he watched as you bit your lip and pinched your eyes shut. Your back arching as he hit your spot just right.

"Turn over," he pulled out. "Mm, now arch that back for. Good girlllll," he hummed.

He slid back into your wet core and fucked you harder. His hips snapped to the perfect rhythm as you gripped the blankets.

"Yes! Fuck, don't stop!" You yelled.

"You gonna be a good little doll and cum for me again?" He smacked your ass.

"Ah! Yes, Sergeant Barnes!"

"Not yet. Not until you tell me I can cum in my pussy."

You tightened around him. There he goes again being demanding. You were loving it.

"I want you to — fuck, this is your pussy. Cum in this pussyyyyy!" The dam broke.

You coated him in your essence and he watched his dick as he exploded inside of you.

His stuttering hips added to your pleasure. You made sure to stay perfectly arched for him until he was done, then he slowly pulled out and watched the mixture of cum leak out of you.

Bucky smacked your sensitive pussy lightly. He just couldn't get enough of you.

He pulled you into his chest and kissed your shoulder. Heavy breathing resounding throughout the room.

He cuddled you for a few minutes before going to the bathroom and starting a bath. His dick was still semi hard, so it smacked his thigh as he walked and your pussy was ready for another round at the sight.

He smiled when he noticed you watching.

"Don't worry, doll, I'm not finished with you yet," he promised.