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The Edge of Defiance

Chapter 6 of The Game Of Seduction

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Summary: In this chapter, Y/N grows restless in the quiet monotony of recovery at Lando's condo, feeling trapped by her circumstances and eager to regain her autonomy. Despite Lando's protective objections and concerns about her physical readiness and the condition of her apartment, Y/N firmly asserts her independence, leading to a tense confrontation that underscores their conflicting perspectives and the unspoken complexities of their relationship. Their argument is laced with unresolved tension, past trauma, and Y/N’s determination to reclaim control over her life, even as Lando’s care reveals deeper layers of concern and possibly unacknowledged feelings.

WC: 4.9k

Warnings: Mafia Dealings, Emotional Confrontation, References to Violence or Trauma, Injury/Recovery, Conflict in Relationships

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It had been nearly a week since the fight with Malik, and the tension in Lando’s condo had finally begun to ease. Y/N was healing, her injuries no longer the sharp reminders they had been but now dull aches she could tolerate.

The days had fallen into a quiet rhythm: meals shared in silence, brief moments of conversation, and the occasional sharp glance from Lando when she pushed herself too hard.

But Y/N wasn’t built for stillness, and she could feel the walls closing in on her.

Y/N sat cross-legged on the couch, absently picking at a loose thread on the sleeve of her hoodie. Across the room, Lando was leaning against the kitchen counter, his gaze fixed on her like he was waiting for her to drop some kind of bombshell.

“I’m going back to my apartment,” Y/N said abruptly, breaking the silence.

Lando’s brow furrowed, his posture stiffening. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me,” she replied, meeting his gaze without hesitation. “I’ve been here long enough. It’s time to go back to my own place.”

He crossed his arms, his expression darkening. “You’re not ready for that.”

Y/N let out a sharp laugh, leaning back against the couch. “Ready? I didn’t realize I needed permission to live in my own damn apartment.”

“You know that’s not what I mean,” Lando said, his voice dropping. “You’re still recovering, and your place is barely livable. What’s the rush?”

“The rush,” Y/N said, standing now, her tone dripping with sarcasm, “is that I have my own place. And in case you forgot, I’m not dating you, I haven’t moved in here, and I don’t intend to. This has been... cozy, but I’ve got my own space, and I want it back.”

---

She had a way of making every logical argument sound ridiculous, and it drove me insane.

“This isn’t about you staying here,” I said, pinching the bridge of my nose. “It’s about making sure you’re safe. You’re still hurt, Y/N. And your apartment isn’t exactly secure.”

She rolled her eyes, grabbing her bag from the floor. “I appreciate the concern, Norris, but I’m not some damsel in distress. I can take care of myself. I’ve been doing it long before you showed up.”

Her words stung more than I cared to admit. “You think this is about me wanting to control you?”

She shot me a pointed look. “You’re blocking the door, aren’t you?”

I sighed, stepping aside reluctantly. “Fine. Do whatever you want. But don’t come crying to me when you realize this is a mistake.”

---

The ride to Y/N’s apartment was tense, neither of them saying much. Lando drove, his jaw tight as he navigated the city streets. Y/N stared out the window, her fingers tapping against her thigh in an erratic rhythm.

When they arrived, the building looked the same as always, but Y/N’s stomach twisted as she stepped out of the car.

Lando followed her to the door, his presence a quiet but heavy reminder of their earlier argument.

“You don’t have to do this,” he said as she unlocked the door.

“I know,” she replied without looking back. “But I want to.”

She pushed the door open and stepped inside.

---

The air inside was heavy, stale, and full of memories I didn’t want to deal with yet.

The living room was a mess—glass shards still glittered on the floor, and the splintered remains of the doorframe were a stark reminder of what had happened.

I took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. This was my place. My chaos. I could fix it.

Behind me, Lando lingered in the doorway, his arms crossed as he surveyed the wreckage. “It’s worse than I thought.”

I glanced back at him, raising a brow. “You should’ve seen it before the first clean-up. It had a certain ‘post-apocalyptic charm.’”

He didn’t laugh, his lips pressing into a thin line. “Are you sure about this?”

“Yes,” I said, walking further inside. “This is my space, Lando. I’m not letting Malik—or anyone else—take it away from me.”

---

Lando stepped inside cautiously, watching as Y/N began to pick up the broken pieces of her apartment.

She moved with purpose, her every action deliberate as she cleared the debris and set things right. But there was a tension in her shoulders, a weight she was trying to hide.

“You don’t have to do this alone,” Lando said after a while, his voice quieter now.

Y/N looked at him, a faint smirk tugging at her lips. “I know. But I need to. This isn’t your fight, Lando. It never was.”

“It became my fight the moment you walked into my world,” he replied, his tone firm.

She rolled her eyes but didn’t argue.

---

It took hours to clean up the mess, but I felt better with every piece of glass I swept away and every overturned chair I set upright.

By the time I collapsed onto the couch, the apartment looked almost normal. It wasn’t perfect, but it was mine again.

Lando sat down on the armrest, his expression unreadable as he glanced around the room. “You’ve made progress.”

“Damn right, I have,” I said, leaning back with a tired smile. “And before you ask—no, I’m not moving back into your condo. This is my space.”

His lips twitched into the faintest smirk. “You’re nothing if not stubborn.”

“Takes one to know one,” I shot back.

---

Lando stood, his hands slipping into his pockets as he looked down at her. “For what it’s worth, I think you’re insane for coming back here so soon.”

“Noted,” Y/N replied with a grin.

“But,” he continued, his voice softening, “I’m glad you’re okay. And for the record, you don’t have to do everything on your own.”

Y/N’s smile faltered slightly, her tone losing its usual edge. “Thanks for helping me, Lando. I mean it.”

He nodded, his smirk fading into something more genuine. “Don’t mention it.”

As he turned to leave, Y/N watched him go, a faint warmth settling in her chest.

She wouldn’t admit it to him, but having him there—even for a little while—made her feel less alone.

---

Y/N waited until the sound of Lando’s car faded into the distance before pulling out her phone. She sat cross-legged on her couch, her fingers tapping against the edge of her phone case as she stared at Max’s name on the screen.

This wasn’t a call she wanted to make, but she didn’t have a choice.

With a resigned sigh, she tapped the screen and brought the phone to her ear.

It didn’t take long for Max to pick up.

“You’ve been quiet,” he said, skipping the pleasantries. “Too quiet.”

“Yeah, well,” Y/N replied, leaning back against the couch. “I’ve been busy handling my life.”

“Handling it or running from it?” Max asked, his tone sharp.

She rolled her eyes. “Do you have a point, or is this just a check-in to see if I’m still breathing?”

“I have your next mission,” Max said, cutting straight to the point.

Y/N’s posture stiffened, her fingers tightening around the phone. “Go on.”

---

“Mercedes and McLaren have been getting too cozy,” I said, leaning back in my chair. “We’ve been hearing whispers of a potential deal between them, something that could shift the balance in their favor. We need to know what it is.”

“And let me guess,” Y/N said, her voice laced with sarcasm. “You want me to find out.”

“Correct,” I replied. “There’s a warehouse near the docks, one of McLaren’s quieter operations. Our intel says there’s a file there—something that details the negotiations between McLaren and Mercedes. I need you to get it.”

She let out a low whistle. “Breaking into a McLaren warehouse? You really don’t like me, do you?”

“This isn’t personal,” I said, though we both knew that wasn’t entirely true. “It’s important. If they finalize this deal, it could set us back significantly.”

---

I pinched the bridge of my nose, letting out a slow breath. “And what’s the plan if I get caught? You going to swoop in and save me?”

“No,” Max said bluntly. “That’s why you’re not getting caught.”

“Great,” I muttered. “No pressure or anything.”

“You’re the best we’ve got, Y/N,” he said, his tone softening slightly. “That’s why you’re in this position. I wouldn’t send you if I didn’t think you could handle it.”

I didn’t respond right away, my mind already running through the logistics. Breaking into a McLaren warehouse wasn’t just risky—it was reckless. But it was also the job, and I didn’t back down from challenges.

“Fine,” I said finally. “Send me the details.”

“You’ll have them within the hour,” Max replied. “And Y/N? Don’t let me down.”

I hung up without responding, tossing the phone onto the coffee table as I leaned back against the couch.

What the hell have I gotten myself into now?

---

True to his word, Max sent the details of the mission within the hour. Y/N studied the information carefully, her mind piecing together a plan as she packed a small bag with everything she’d need.

Her fingers hovered over the knife she’d taken from Lando’s office, the blade still sharp and pristine.

He’d lose his mind if he knew what I was doing.

The thought made her smirk, but it quickly faded as the weight of the mission settled over her. This wasn’t just about proving herself to Max or the Redbull family—it was about survival.

If she failed, it wasn’t just her cover that would be blown.

It was everything.

---

The warehouse was going to be heavily guarded—that much was obvious. McLaren didn’t do anything halfway, and if this file was as important as Max made it seem, they’d have people watching it.

I’d need to be fast, quiet, and—above all—careful.

I double-checked my gear, slipping the knife into its sheath and securing it at my hip. The pistol went into the holster at my back, concealed beneath the loose hoodie I wore.

The plan was risky, but I’d pulled off worse.

I just had to hope my luck held out.

---

As the sun began to set, casting long shadows over the city, Y/N stood by the window, her gaze fixed on the skyline. The city buzzed with life, oblivious to the chaos brewing beneath its surface.

Her phone buzzed again, a final message from Max:

We’re counting on you.

She stared at the words for a moment before deleting the message.

This wasn’t just about the Redbull family or their war with McLaren. This was about proving to herself that she could do this, that she could survive in a world where trust was a liability and weakness was a death sentence.

She grabbed her bag, slinging it over her shoulder as she headed for the door.

The night was just beginning, and Y/N was ready.

---

The air near the docks was sharp and biting, carrying the distinct tang of salt and oil. The warehouse loomed ahead, a hulking steel giant bathed in the glow of scattered floodlights. It was the kind of place that whispered secrets into the dark—if you knew how to listen.

Y/N crouched behind a stack of rusting shipping containers, her hood drawn low and her fingers gripping the hilt of her knife. Her breath was slow and steady, her eyes scanning the perimeter. Two guards stood by the main entrance, their postures lax, their focus minimal. A third patrolled along the side of the building, his flashlight swinging lazily.

She smirked to herself. Amateurs.

Sliding out from behind the container, she moved silently, her footsteps muffled by the damp ground. The side entrance was her target—an unmonitored door just outside the camera’s sweep.

Reaching the door, she pulled a slim lock-pick from her pocket and got to work. The lock clicked open in seconds, and she slipped inside, shutting the door softly behind her.

Inside, the air was cooler, tinged with the metallic scent of machinery. Rows of crates and pallets stretched out before her like a labyrinth, shadows dancing in the faint glow of overhead lights.

Y/N crouched, scanning the catwalks above for movement. A guard paced slowly, his flashlight cutting arcs through the shadows. She waited, counting his steps until he turned away, then darted between the crates.

The office was her destination, tucked into the far corner of the warehouse. Her intel said the file would be there—evidence of McLaren’s dealings with Mercedes. It was the kind of information that could shift the balance of power, and Y/N was here to claim it.

She moved with purpose, her steps deliberate and silent. Every corner, every sound was measured and assessed, her confidence unwavering. This was her domain—the shadows, the game of cat and mouse.

What she didn’t know was that she wasn’t alone.

---

The air near the docks was cold, heavy with the tang of salt and diesel. The warehouse loomed in the distance, its steel walls glinting faintly under the glow of scattered floodlights. A symphony of muffled machinery, distant waves, and occasional footsteps filled the silence.

Y/N crouched behind a stack of shipping containers, her figure hidden by the dark, unassuming clothes she wore—a simple black hoodie, cargo pants, and a mask that covered the lower half of her face. She’d chosen her attire carefully, ensuring that even if someone spotted her, they wouldn’t recognize her.

Her eyes scanned the perimeter. Two guards at the main entrance, another circling the building’s side, and one stationed near the back. Predictable. Easy.

She adjusted the strap of her bag, where her tools and a small weapon were tucked securely. This file better be worth it, Max, she thought, slipping into the shadows and toward the side entrance.

---

Breaking into a place like this wasn’t new to me.

I kept low, my movements silent as I reached the side door. The camera above it swept lazily across the area, its range limited. Timing its arc, I slipped into its blind spot and crouched by the lock.

Pulling out my lock-picking tools, I worked quickly. The mechanism was cheap—whoever set up security here didn’t expect professionals. Within seconds, the lock clicked open, and I pushed the door ajar, slipping inside.

The air inside was colder, the faint hum of machinery echoing through the vast space. Crates and pallets were stacked in neat rows, forming a maze that stretched out into the shadows. Overhead, metal catwalks crisscrossed the warehouse, dimly lit by flickering fluorescent lights.

I took a slow breath, letting the shadows settle over me like a second skin. The office was on the far side of the building, a small glass box elevated on a platform. That’s where the file would be.

---

I wasn’t supposed to be here.

Oscar had flagged the warehouse as a potential weak point in our operations, so I’d decided to check it out personally. It was quiet tonight, just a skeleton crew of guards. Exactly how I liked it—quick, efficient, and private.

From the catwalk above, I surveyed the floor, noting the layout and the guards’ routes. It all seemed routine until I spotted movement below.

Someone darted between the crates, their figure quick and silent, dressed in black from head to toe.

My body tensed, and my instincts kicked in. This wasn’t a worker or a guard.

An intruder.

I moved along the catwalk, keeping my distance as I tracked their movements. Whoever they were, they were good—calculated, confident, and precise.

But not invisible.

---

Breaking into a place like this wasn’t new to me.

---

The office door was locked—naturally—but locks were rarely a problem for me. I slipped the pick from my pocket and crouched by the door, working quickly.

The mechanism clicked, and I eased the door open, stepping inside and shutting it softly behind me.

The office was cramped, cluttered with papers, folders, and a desk piled high with files. A single computer sat in the corner, its screen locked but still glowing faintly.

I went straight for the filing cabinets, my hands moving efficiently through the drawers. Pens, invoices, shipment records—nothing useful.

It wasn’t until I reached the second drawer that I found it: a slim folder labeled with a cryptic code that matched Max’s intel.

I opened it briefly, my eyes scanning the contents. Negotiation notes. Shipment details. Signatures. Bingo.

I slipped the file into my bag, zipping it closed.

And then I heard it.

A voice crackled over the warehouse intercom, distorted but clear: “Patrol teams to the main office. Possible intruder detected.”

My stomach dropped.

---

The faint sound of footsteps reached my ears, growing louder with every passing second. Someone was coming—several someones, by the sound of it.

I cursed under my breath, glancing around the office. There was no back exit, no easy way out.

I pressed myself into the shadows near the door, my hand hovering over the knife at my hip.

Stay calm. Think.

The door opened, and two guards stepped inside, their flashlights cutting through the dim space.

“Boss said to double-check the office,” one of them muttered. “Could’ve sworn he saw something.”

I stayed perfectly still, my breath shallow as they scanned the room.

---

From the catwalk, I watched as the guards entered the office.

The intruder had slipped in just moments earlier, their movements so fluid I almost admired them. Almost.

I signaled to the guards below, pointing them toward the office. If this was a thief or a spy, they wouldn’t make it out.

But something about this person gnawed at me. The way they moved, the confidence in their steps—it was... familiar.

Still, I stayed silent, waiting to see how they’d handle being cornered.

---

The guards moved deeper into the office, their flashlights sweeping across the room.

Y/N waited, her body tense as they came closer. When one of them turned his back to her, she made her move.

She struck quickly, her knife pressed against the guard’s throat before he could react.

“Quiet,” she hissed, her voice low and distorted by the mask. “Or you won’t get a second warning.”

The second guard froze, his flashlight dropping as he reached for his weapon.

“Don’t,” Y/N warned, shifting her position so the first guard shielded her.

The second guard hesitated, his hand hovering over his holster.

Y/N shoved the first guard into him, knocking them both off balance, and darted out of the office.

---

The intruder burst out of the office, moving faster than I expected.

The guards scrambled after them, shouting warnings that echoed through the warehouse.

I followed from above, my eyes locked on their figure as they weaved through the maze of crates.

Whoever they were, they were good.

Too good.

---

Y/N was almost at the exit, her heart pounding as she darted between the crates. She felt it before she heard it—someone else was following her. Not the guards, whose footsteps were heavy and clumsy. This was someone quieter, faster, and far more dangerous.

Her pulse quickened as she glanced over her shoulder, catching a glimpse of a figure descending from the catwalks above.

Her jaw tightened. Who the hell is that?

The figure moved with precision, cutting off her path to the side door. Y/N pivoted, ready to change direction, but he was too quick. They collided with force, the impact sending her stumbling back.

Before she could recover, he lunged, grabbing her wrist as her knife flashed between them.

---

I twisted hard, my free hand striking out as I tried to break his grip. He was strong, stronger than I expected, and every move I made was met with an equally skilled counter.

His hand clamped around my wrist, forcing my knife away from his body.

“Not bad,” I muttered under my breath, the words muffled by my mask.

His eyes narrowed, his voice sharp. “Who are you?”

I didn’t answer. Instead, I shifted my weight, kicking out hard. My boot caught him in the knee, just enough to throw him off balance.

He stumbled but didn’t let go, his grip tightening as he spun us around.

---

The intruder wasn’t just good—they were trained. Every movement was deliberate, calculated, and relentless.

They twisted again, their knife slashing toward my side. I dodged, the blade grazing my jacket, but I managed to shove them back into the crates.

“Who sent you?” I demanded, my voice cold.

They didn’t respond, their masked face giving nothing away. Instead, they came at me again, their knife flashing in the dim light.

The fight was fast and brutal, every strike and counterstrike a test of skill. I felt the sting of a cut on my forearm, but I ignored it, focusing on disarming them.

---

The struggle between them was fierce, the clash of steel and the scuffle of boots on concrete echoing through the warehouse.

Y/N fought with everything she had, her movements fluid and unrelenting. Lando countered with equal ferocity, his instincts honed from years of experience.

A crate toppled over as Y/N spun, using the environment to her advantage. She lunged, her knife slicing close enough to tear through the fabric of Lando’s shirt.

He retaliated, his fist catching her shoulder and sending her stumbling back.

Both of them were breathing hard now, blood staining their clothes from small but deliberate wounds.

---

I had to end this.

It wasn’t just some guard. I’d realized that the moment he blocked my first strike with precision that no hired muscle could manage. This was Lando.

His movements were sharp, efficient, and damn near impossible to counter. Every step I took, every calculated strike, was met with an equally brutal response. He wasn’t trying to subdue me—he was trying to figure out who I was.

That couldn’t happen.

My mind raced, adrenaline pounding through me as I reassessed. Lando wasn’t a target, and fighting him wasn’t part of the plan. He wasn’t supposed to be here.

I needed to move. To escape.

I feinted left, drawing his attention with a quick flick of my knife. His body shifted instinctively to block, and that was all the opening I needed. Twisting hard, I wrenched myself free of his grip, my feet already moving as I slipped around him.

For a split second, I hesitated.

My instincts screamed at me to press the attack, to strike before he could recover. But this wasn’t about taking him down. It was about getting out—alive and unidentified.

There wasn’t time.

---

Lando cursed, his hand flying out to grab her, but she was already gone, darting between the crates with a speed that left him no time to react.

Y/N moved like a shadow, her figure barely visible as she disappeared into the maze of the warehouse.

The guards, alerted by the commotion, converged on her position, their flashlights cutting through the darkness.

She didn’t slow.

With calculated precision, she took them down one by one—an elbow to the temple here, a sweep of the leg there. Each move was efficient and brutal, leaving the guards sprawled on the ground as she made her way to the exit.

By the time she burst through the side door and into the night, her breaths were coming fast and ragged.

---

I reached the exit just in time to see the intruder vanish into the shadows.

My side ached, and my arm was slick with blood from the cut they’d landed, but that wasn’t what bothered me most.

Whoever they were, they weren’t just some random thief. They’d known exactly what they were doing, and they’d been after something specific.

As I stared into the darkness, one thought echoed in my mind.

Who the hell are you?

---

The docks were silent by the time Y/N made it to the drop-off point. Tucked away between two abandoned warehouses, the location was as unassuming as it was isolated.

She crouched near a rusted steel container, her movements deliberate as she pulled the file from her bag. The sharp pain in her arm flared as she moved, but she gritted her teeth and ignored it.

Placing the file into the secure lockbox Max had described, she stood and glanced around once more. The faint glow of streetlights in the distance cast eerie shadows across the empty lot.

No loose ends.

With the mission complete, Y/N melted into the shadows, vanishing into the night.

---

The McLaren estate was as grand as ever, its sprawling grounds meticulously maintained, and the air buzzing with the quiet efficiency of the staff. Y/N arrived mid-morning, her steps light but her mind heavy.

She’d wrapped her injured arm carefully, the white bandage hidden beneath the sleeve of a fitted leather jacket. Though the cut wasn’t deep, it was obvious enough to draw attention if someone looked too closely.

And Lando always looked too closely.

As she entered the main hall, she spotted him at the far end, leaning against a marble counter in conversation with Oscar. He looked as composed as ever, his signature curls slightly disheveled, a cup of coffee in one hand.

The sight of him brought back the previous night in an instant—the fight, the way he’d moved, the close call.

But he didn’t know.

He couldn’t.

Y/N squared her shoulders and approached, her usual confidence firmly in place.

---

I noticed her the moment she walked in.

Y/N had a way of commanding attention without trying—her confidence, the way she moved, like she belonged wherever she chose to be.

But today, something was different.

She was holding herself a little too carefully, her posture stiff in a way that most people wouldn’t catch. And then there was her arm.

The faint bulge of a bandage beneath her jacket sleeve didn’t escape my notice.

My eyes narrowed slightly as she reached us, a faint smirk playing on her lips.

“Morning, boys,” she said, her tone casual as she leaned against the counter beside Oscar.

“You’re in a good mood,” Oscar said, raising a brow.

“Why wouldn’t I be?” she replied smoothly.

---

Lando’s gaze lingered on her arm, his mind racing. He didn’t ask about it immediately—he knew Y/N well enough to know she wouldn’t give him a straight answer.

But something about the timing was off.

The night before, a skilled intruder had broken into one of McLaren’s key warehouses. The guards’ reports had been vague, but Lando didn’t need details to know whoever it was had been dangerous.

And now Y/N shows up with a freshly bandaged arm?

It didn’t sit right.

“Everything okay?” Lando asked casually, his tone light but probing.

“Never better,” Y/N said, her smirk widening as she met his gaze.

He didn’t look away, his eyes darkening as suspicion took root.

“Funny,” he said after a pause. “I heard there was some trouble at the docks last night.”

Y/N’s smirk faltered for the briefest moment before she recovered, her laugh light and dismissive. “Trouble at the docks? Sounds like your security needs an upgrade.”

Lando didn’t respond immediately, his gaze flicking to her arm again.

“What happened to your arm?” he asked, his voice sharper now.

---

My chest tightened, but I didn’t let it show.

“Cut myself,” I said easily, gesturing vaguely. “Kitchen accident. You know, knives can be tricky.”

Lando didn’t look convinced.

His dark eyes locked onto mine, the intensity in his gaze making my stomach churn. For a moment, I thought he might press further, might connect the dots right there and then.

But instead, he leaned back, his smirk returning, though it didn’t reach his eyes.

“Be careful,” he said, his tone deceptively smooth. “Wouldn’t want you getting hurt again.”

His words felt like a challenge, and I forced myself to meet his gaze without flinching.

“I’ll try,” I replied, my voice steady despite the tension simmering between us.

---

As Y/N turned to leave, Lando watched her go, his mind racing.

The timing of her injury, the break-in, and her evasiveness didn’t feel like a coincidence.

He tapped his fingers against the counter, his jaw tightening as he considered the implications.

If it was her...

His thoughts were interrupted by Oscar, who spoke quietly. “Something doesn’t add up, does it?”

“No,” Lando said, his voice low.

And not for the first time, doubt crept into his mind—not just about Y/N’s story, but about who she really was.

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mettywiththenotes · 8 months ago

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Ngl Mic's reaction is giving me Nana vibes. The whole grief of their situations being brought up and wanting so desperately for it to end already, to choose the easy way out just so it stops hurting

Nana going from crying because Izuku wanted to save Tomura and feeling grateful to then shouting at Izuku to kill him already. Mic going from "if you aren't Shirakumo fade away but if you are come back to us" to then grabbing Kurogiri by his clothes ready to punch him and yelling about how he shouldn't have given him the benefit of the doubt

I think it's also shown in the way Mic lists things that dehumanise Kurogiri too. "He's not crying, it's just the rain" "he has no tear ducts, he's a noumu" It's so clear he wants this to be over already

Same thing happened with Nana and Tomura. The vestiges too. They kept saying how he is destruction incarnate, how it's too late for him, how he's a "thing" "not human", just like Tomura said himself

Mic and Nana just let themselves think that way because it's the easy way out. They put a lid on their feelings, and in the final war arc it's like the lids got ripped off and it's all coming out now

That's why I think Aizawa and Izuku sort of parallel here. They wonder about their supposed enemies. "Why didn't he get rid of us? Why didn't he kill us when he could have?" Aizawa asks, physically reaching out to Kurogiri. "I have to ask why he can't let go of that sad lonely past of his!" Izuku says, also attempting to reach out to Tomura in his own way

"That's where their origins lie" Aizawa says as he thinks back to those school days. And Izuku was in Tomura's mind, literally at the center of his "origin"

Even though it's painful for Nana, Tomura and Mic, Aizawa and Izuku press on anyway because they can't help but wonder whether things can change. If things don't have to be this way

#thats the vibe i get anyway #idk im speculating but #its weird how its taken me till now to realize mic's way of thinking is a little like nana's #in that they both suffer from the past being brought up #so much so that its like they'd rather squash any reminders of it because as i said its too painful #they want it to come back and be healed but at the same time dealing with it is just. too much #bnha #bnha 420 #bnha manga spoilers #bnha spoilers #present mic #hizashi yamada #nana shimura #izuku midoriya #aizawa shouta #mettys posts #metty posts #rambling rambling always rambling

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cryptidwizard · 7 months ago

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i feel the turtle fixation creeping back up

#it’s all over when I think of ANOTHER post canon 2012 fic about the main 8 dealing with their emotions and being adults #i still have the angel/april meetcute when aprils 21 #i have a very small snippet of one where mikey moves out in a universe where mutants gain legal protections and his siblings have to #come to terms with mikey healing and being his own person and why they feel like they can’t do the same #newest one im kicking around is post canon mikey staying more and more at the mutanimals and raph and y’gthgba vaguely breaking up bc theyr #in rlly different places and she offers to take him back to space with her and he wants to so badly but he’s doesn’t know how to give #himself permission to do something for himself and leave his siblings #basically just a bunch of the turtles searching for space from each other and not really getting it bc they’re so entangled in each other’s #lives and trying to expand their social groups when for so long it’s just been them against the world #the april/angel one is the longest by far #god. so many tags wtf happened #in my mind the 2012 gang will always come back together but they deserve time to figure out who they are when they aren’t in constant danger

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kindnessoverperfection · 1 year ago

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There are two paths before me.

One is overgrown, full of thorns and bristles and broken branches. The other is sunny and clear.

Surely, the first will lead to nothing but risk, danger, and pain, while the second will be a blissful, joyful walk.

But there's nothing for me on that clear path. No food, no life, no person out there besides myself. I know that the overgrown path can grant me all those things and more, if only it weren't such a wretched way to go.

So I spend some time on the clear path, walking forward until I can't take the loneliness and discontent anymore, and I turn back. But when I arrive where I started, the first path is still overgrown, worse still than before. Frustrated and feeling helpless, I start down the clear path again. When I decide to take care of myself and survive instead of starving to death on the barren trail, I turn back again. And again, the other is overgrown and terrifying.

I go back and forth, until I fall to my knees, crying and begging for someone, anyone, to help me. To remove the thorns and bristles and branches.

And then I realize, this entire time, I've been running from the pain. I've been waiting for the trail to clear up on its own, to grant me safe and easy passage.

It wasn't my fault I was never taught wilderness survival - I don't know how to make it through such an area, bandage the scrapes and wear functional gear and step over the branches. But I can learn, even if I'll experience some hurt along the way.

#i've been improving but #i decided to spend my time on things that matter instead of spending it on my appearance #i've been practicing doing that a lot #but it's still really hard sometimes. i feel so desperate to prove myself. to hide the autism and anything else they've ridiculed.#prove to them that i can. that that's ''not me''. trying to heal inherently means taking care of myself and investing in my actual #interests rather than wasting my life so i can look pretty and come off appealing and confident and NT and whatever else #but the shame and desperation are so strong i've spent the day crying just because i didn't spend the time to make myself the #most impressive person in the room lmaooo #anyways. realized that i always run into the same roadblock. ''this hurts really badly so i'm going to run back into the arms of NPD becaus #that feels safe and stable''#people can look down on me. not take me seriously. assume i'm incompetent or incapable. find me shameful or embarrassing or flawed.#they can make fun of me. talk about me behind my back. show disgust or disdain. abandon me with no explanation. exclude me. reject me.#and yeah it hurts. it hurts so fucking bad. but hiding who i am and turning everything into a source of approval-seeking is making me #actively want to die. and i'm incapable of getting close to anyone or anything like this. i need to acknowledge the pain and let it hurt.#learn to deal with it instead of run from it.

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#i am not gods strongest soldier #she'll talk to someone who will say stuff like you're useless to her and take it fine but. she won't even stand to be in the same room w me #what difference is it to be being in your room playing games with the same people all the time vs. like idk.#aren't you just transferring who you're dependent on. is the difference just the level of commitment. you feel like you can leave whenever #nothing's changed really somehow. you're still doing the same things you did while back then. just that you also avoid me.#and god i don't know. i tell myself I'll care less I'll get over it it is what it is and i try so hard to be busy and not think abt it #but i can't sleep w/o watching something these days or else it's on my mind and that's been shit for my sleep quality #it's the first thing that pops up in my mind when i wake up. i get distracted in class sometimes by it. it's not like i can control it #it's just like the more you try to not think abt sth the more it comes up type of deal.#and I'm trying so hard but i think this is legitimately. gonna make me spiral and I'm trying my best to have a grip and not go there #i have things I'm looking forward to and I'm supposed to b having fun but it's hard when. There's that looming in the back of your head.#ugh ok rational choice let's go. i don't try to talk to her: we don't talk. she doesn't try to talk to me. i suffer in silence.#maybe I'll get over it find something new that feels like a safehouse but that's a big if. and idk how long i can hold on for #i try to talk to her: maybe it could go well? but maybe she'll just get more avoidant #i don't really get it it's like she can respond and laugh to stuff i say when in a group setting but she gets so guarded when it's just me #like subconsciously you know I'm not a threat you can allow yourself to have fun around me.#but you're consciously putting a guard up around me and reinforcing the negative feelings when it's just me #god. i don't. but. at least it sounds like she's happy for now so. that's all i ask for. if she doesn't want to see me i don't show up #i want to see her but. i mean. There's really no compromise or middle ground here.#they say time heals everything but it's already been so long. i don't even know why I'm still attached. she's like a different person.#the person i loved appears every now and then just never in front of me and I'm trying my best but I've never been good with loss #how do you come to terms with something being dead and alive at the same time. how do you make up the mind to drive the nail in the casket.#i can't make myself put it into the dirt when i catch a glimpse of the person i once knew. that hasn't changed for anyone else. just me.#vent #delete later

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hackedmotionsensors · 1 month ago

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Zosan Omegaverse AU: "Marked"

This one got a little away from me lol The concept I wanted was two parts. I want a mark that doesn't go away on Sanji after he's hit by Zoro in Thriller bark. And I want omega healing bc I love that shit lol

Meanwhile on Kuraigana Island:

So if its not clear.....Zoro hits Sanji to knock him out. At the same time they already were bonding but didn't know it. Zoro's knockout(tm) starts the process, Sanji's healing seals the deal. And bc we know how THEY ARE with each other...the mark that normally would have gone away never heals.

Does it heal when they meet back up? Is Sanji able to come to terms with Zoro saving his life AND marking him as a mate? Will Zoro ever figure out what he did? Your guess is as good as mine bc I havne't written that far LOL

#scribbles #zosan #omegaverse au

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princessbellecerise · 4 months ago

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You Kiss Their Scars

Summary ✩ How your lover reacts to you kissing their scars

Warnings ✩ Mentions of violence and blood

Jacaerys Velaryon

You were amused as your lips pressed against the teeth shaped scars, in the shape of tiny little bite marks that Jace explained were from Vermax

“He used to bite me plenty when we shared a crib,” Your husband told you. “He was a nasty little thing. Mother was afraid he’d take a chunk out of my arm—but he never did. He stopped doing it when I bit him back,” He revealed

You giggled as you imagined baby Jace and baby Vermax—both the same size at one point—going at it while Rhaenyra tried to separate them. “So I suppose you’ve both always been temperamental then,” You said

It was no surprise that your husband, who also had quite the temper, related so much to his dragon. The two were one of the same, and you guessed that’s why they got along so well

“Yes,” Jacaerys agreed, a fond smile on his face as he recalled the memories. “We were quite a menacing pair indeed.”

Aegon Targaryen

“She did it again,” Is the only thing Aegon had to tell you in order for you to pull him into your arms, kissing the spot where a nasty red bruise was forming

It was no secret that your husband and his mother did not get along, but never did you think that she would have the audacity to strike him after an argument

It was appalling to you every time it happened, and you wanted nothing more than to march towards her and give the same treatment, Queen be damned

It wasn’t fair that she took out her anger out on Aegon but he begged you, no pleaded with you to not do anything

“It won’t do any good,” He’d tell you sadly, and your heart would ache as you saw the brokenness, the sadness on his face. “She’ll just hate me even more if you act.”

Aemond Targaryen

“Hold still.”

You jutted your tounge out in concentration as you cleaned Aemond’s scar, making sure that it was sanitized properly for the day

Your husband trusting you with such a thing was an act of love itself. The fact that he trusted you to see his deepest insecurity meant alot to you, and all you could do to repay him and hopefully bring up his spirits was pepper light kisses on the skin surrounding it

“There, all done.”

“Thank you, my love,” Aemond smiled slightly as he touched the spots were your lips touched, still wondering how he got so lucky as to find someone like you

Cregan Stark

“Ow! Be gentle, woman,” Cregan said playfully, wincing as you brushed over his ‘scar’ with a wet cloth

Somehow, for some reason, your dear husband thought it would be funny to wrestle with his dire wolf and then he had the nerve to come crawling to you, asking you to patch up his wounds after the beast had bitten him

Of course, it wasn’t really that big of a deal and Cregan wasn’t really hurt, but you still smirked as you pressed a kiss to it like it was a real wound

“There. That should ease some of the pain, you big baby,” You teased, rolling your eyes

Cregan chuckled as he checked your work, looking at the bandage you had placed over some ointment

“What do you suppose it’ll look like when it heals?” He asked you seriously

“It’ll look like you simply have a freckle, Creagn,” You responded sarcastically, and then you giggled as he grabbed your waist and pulled you onto his lap

“Don’t make fun me, wife. You should be proud,” He said, flexing the arm where the bite was. “How many men do you know have taken on such a beast and lived to tell the tale?”

“Only you, husband. Only you.” You snorted at his dramatics, wondering just what you were going to do with your silly, drama queen of a husband

Benjicot Blackwood

There was reason they called your husband ‘Bloody Ben’

You found this out when one day, he came limping home after solving a conflict in the Riverlands, covered in wounds and blood—so much blood

Thankfully, most of it wasn’t his but Benji still did have a few wounds that needed looking after

The Maester was busy, having been sent by your husband to tend to the other men, so you got the pleasure of dragging him to your chambers, making sure that he was clean before you began to stitch him up

The entire time you worked, Benji barely even flinched which amazed you

By the time that you were done with his top half, he’d barely said a word or complained which led to you kissing over a few of his stitches as a reward

“What was that for?” He asked in wonder, a small blush on his cheeks while you grinned

“That, my love, is for being such a good patient,” You told him cheekily, and you did not expect what Benji did next

Standing up, he loosened his trousers and then he grinned as he pointed at the area beneath his small clothes

“Well in that case, I’ll need plenty of kisses here, too. No promises that I won’t move if you touch me there though.”

“Benji!”

#house of the dragon #hotd #jacaerys velaryon #jacaerys velaryon x reader #aegon targaryen #aegon targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen #aemond targaryen x reader #cregan stark #cregan stark x reader #benjicot blackwood #benjicot blackwood x reader

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httpstes · 23 days ago

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* ˚ ✦astro observations VII* ˚ ✦

Links to other astrovations: Astrology observations l, Astrology Observations ll, Astrology observations lll, Astrology observations IV, Astro Observations V Astrology observations VI

✩ Aquarius and pisces moon's can get annoyed with others for no reason, they might even beat themselves up over it. I’ve noticed with these individuals (unless strong 4H placements are involved or cancer) that they tend to not like people who are constantly in their vicinity 24/7, especially friends or lovers, these people rlly enjoy their personal space and alone time so they recharge their social battery as well as their tolerance for others.

✩ Aqua and Pisces moons may also feel that they can’t be their real selves around others, this authentic version of them may only truly be revealed to family members or a very close friend or lover. This could also add to the need to be alone as they could feel no one will ever understand them, their mind, mannerisms and behaviour. It’s like they want someone to pick apart their brain and understand who they are at their core but at the same time they’re afraid of letting others into their internal world.

✩ North Node in the 7th house seems like a difficult placement for the NN to be in. NN in the 1st house would symbolise finding your direction in life independently, therefore being encouraged to rely on oneself. North Node in the 7th house is quite the opposite, in the worst cases, I've seen it manifest in individuals who feel like they're incomplete without a romantic life partner and never properly heal, jumping from one person to the next in order to not be alone. Positively, this placement can indicate being encouraged to work with other people and to develop deep connections to others as with SN in the 1st, you may be more inclined to do things your way. NN in the 7th pushes you in the direction of compromise and balance within relationships.

✩ Chiron and Neptune in the 3rd house can indicate troubles with speaking (speech impediment, afraid of speaking in front of a group of people etc).

✩ Chiron and Neptune in the 3rd can also show early childhood bullying or being purposefully left out/made fun of by other kids your age. I've seen quite a few people with this placement deal with this, and years later they develop social anxiety and in worst cases agoraphobia :(

✩ Going back to the first point of Chiron/Neptune- they may have felt stupid or "slower" than other kids their age when it came to school further adding to the sense of unease and anxiety when it comes to school or dealing with their peers.

✩P.S I love you Chiron/Neptune in 3H individuals ❤️, yall are so strong and you are smarter than you realise 🙏

✩Venus/Sun/Moon/Mars in the 5th house start getting into/doing more creative hobbies. Idc if it's music, writing, poems, acting, knitting, painting, dancing, fashion hell even sculpting and becoming a DJ, JUST DO ITTT. Trust you are blessed with a mind that inclines to the creative side, use this please esp if the moon is in the 5th house it will heal your inner child. Mars here could show you feeling energised from creative pursuits and hobbies, a creative career could be well-suited. Even if you don't pursue a creative career, or (from what some of these people have told me 😭) don't consider yourself creative, do anything where you can add your own twist and opinion to it. Even if you don't think so or see it yourself, others will definitely be able to see the emotion/innovation/vision in whatever you create.

✩Having a lot of placements in the lower hemisphere of the chart especially the 4th house can indicate having an introverted personality.

✩ Furthermore, this can also indicate an individual who has a lot of layers, and it takes a while to get them out of their shell. This or they choose who they want to see the real them, no matter the years you've known them or the closeness.

✩Martian ruled 12H (Scorpio/Aries) or Mars in the 12H can indicate having wild ass dreams. Might involve a lot of fighting, and chasing, honestly it's giving war-zone. Your dreams could be very, very vivid too.

✩ Martian-ruled 12H or Mars in the 12H can also indicate repressing your anger a lot. This could stem from childhood trauma and with Taurus/Sag in the first (Whole signs), you could've felt bad expressing your anger, being taught it's not a good thing to show outward. With Taurus in the 1st this could show developing a put-together and calm demeanor since a young age and not wanting to break that peace wall you have built up. With Sag in the 1st this could show wanting to or being taught to come across as happy all the time or only being positive. Sometimes I've even noticed these individuals would rather come across as wild, carefree and happy than ever admit or show their more...plotting side 😈 (scorpio12H)..ig you could say LMAO.

✩Saturn in the 6H could show an individual needing a routine to keep them mentally in check and sane. Without one, they may feel like their whole life is crumbling right in front of them.

✩9H/3H placements can get on with anyoneee I swear. Even if they don't think so or if they are more introverted in nature, others just feel they give off this carefree, relaxed vibe making it easier for conversation and getting to know them. (Unless there's like Pluto on the Ascendant lol or sumn, this placement by itself tho does give off carefree knowledgeable energy).

✩Venus conj Saturn can show your boundaries constantly being tested and the universe sending you the same people in a different font, testing your ability to blindly love others until you get it straight lolll.

✩Saturn conj Venus can also show; dating/attracting older people, those who fuck with you romantically get screwed over eventually #karma, and or being serious about love like only wanting/pursuing relationships that are long-term.

✩Saturn conj Venus can also indicate meeting your "true love" later on in life, and by later I mean whatever point in time it is societally deemed 'oh that's very late to get married' blah blah.

✩These individuals could also just have good standards for what they want from their partner/future spouse (love that for you guys)

✩Back to NN in the 1st, stop serving other people and be of service to yourself!! It's okay to be selfish sometimes.

✩Uranus in the 1H, Aqua asc, yall weird 🤓. You already know that but I just felt the need to reiterate it, love all your little quirks and hyperfixations tho ❤️

✩Mars in the 11H be up to some crazy stuff in the bedroom (notice the Aquarian themes here)

✩Saturn overlaying the 4th house in synastry, 4th house person may feel like the Saturn individual is their 4lifer and can see them staying in their life long-term.

✩Not an observation just a personal opinion, I love people's charts where their planets sprinkle EVERYWHERE in the chart, it's so cool IMO and these people tend to be very balanced and have knowledge on all areas of life. I also don't know why but these charts are rare for me to find. Individuals who have planets in nine different houses is crazy I wanna see your chart.

PS- The astrovations are so back 🙏

ღAll my notes are personal observations and thoughts. I am not a professional astrologer and like to have a sense of whimsy in my life by looking at peoples charts, thankyou.

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novacorpsrecruit · 1 month ago

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Love Him Loudly

@steddiemicrofic prompt: guard | wc 532 | Gen

“Munson!”

Eddie rolled out from under the Oldsmobile he was working on to see Thatcher — his boss — standing in the threshold of the mechanic’s shop and the main office, calling out for him.

“Your girlfriend’s here,” Thatcher supplied, gesturing for Eddie to move.

‘Girlfriend?’ Eddie mouthed to himself as pushed himself off the creeper and approached the office.

Thatcher stopped Eddie at the door. “She looks pissed,” he murmured. “Take her into the breakroom. I’ll keep the guys out for a bit.”

Eddie normally would be grateful for Thatcher. He’s a friend of Wayne and took Eddie under his wing when nobody else would hire him.

But Eddie’s so fucking confused.

What pissed off girlfriend?

He stepped into the office and froze like a deer in headlights.

Oh.

That pissed off girlfriend.

There in the lobby, with arms crossed and a mean glare was Robin. He gestured for her to follow him into the breakroom. As soon as the door shut, Robin was in his space, a finger pointed to his nose. “You’re going to treat him right.”

“What?” Eddie asked. “Who, Steve?”

Eddie and Steve have been … something for about a month. Longer if you consider the time Steve sat by Eddie’s bedside in the hospital waiting for his body to heal. They’ve kissed. They’re close. They’re … not exactly dating. No labels. Casual. Friends with benefits, much to Eddie’s disappointment.

“Yeah, Steve,” she huffed. “You’re going to take him out on a proper date, a movie or bowling or the diner, whatever isn’t your couch or bed. You’re gonna hold his hand, tell him he’s pretty and kiss him good night. You got it?”

“What’s this coming from?” Eddie said, taking a step back. “What are you, his guard dog?”

“I want to make sure you’re treating him right,” Robin said. “He falls in love easy and I don’t need you breaking his heart.”

Eddie felt his heart stop. “He’s in love with me?”

“I’m tired of hearing him say that he’s not worthy of the same love —“

“I do!” Eddie nearly shouted, causing Robin jump. “Love him. I just — didn’t think he liked me like that.”

Robin rolled her eyes.

“I thought this was like — casual for him,” Eddie explained. “Experimenting or whatever.”

“He doesn’t do casual,” Robin said.

“I know, I — just wasn’t convinced that he could like me like that,” Eddie said softly. “I didn’t know I could.”

“Could what?”

“Love him loudly.”

Eddie’s been weird all night.

First, he asked Steve on a date. Okay. Seemed normal. Hidden in the back row of the theater, Eddie sat pressed up next to Steve, hands held. Then, they picked up Enzo’s and went to Lover’s Lake, sitting on the dock under the stars. He opened doors for Steve and snuck gentle touches when he could.

“Okay,” Steve softly laughed as Eddie pulled out a piece of chocolate cake from the paper bag. “What’s your deal?”

“Will you be my boyfriend?” Eddie breathed, almost as if it was one word. “Please?”

Steve’s never kissed someone harder than he kissed Eddie in that moment.

He’s been waiting for Eddie to love him too.

#steddie #stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #steddiemicrofic #//myfic #Robin Buckley

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carbondioxidewater · 2 months ago

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More ex-bodyguard!Toji...☁️ (-> Pt. 1) (-> Pt. 3) (-> masterlist)

ex-bodyguard!Toji who has never felt this lonely in his life. His house feels empty, and it's way too silent for his liking. He misses your voice, your laughter, the way you brought everything to life.

ex-bodyguard!Toji who can't get you off his mind, constantly seeing you everywhere he goes - or maybe he just wants to see you everywhere so that he feels less alone with his pain.

ex-bodyguard!Toji who still has that ring somewhere in a drawer, refusing to return it. Even if he was hesitating about proposing before - fearing it would scare you off, that it was too early - he would keep it because it felt wrong, final, to give it back. He knows he has to move on and forget about you. It just isn't that easy.

ex-bodyguard!Toji who sees a cute keychain that reminds him of you and just walks past it in a desperate attempt to ignore the memories from spreading into his head.

ex-bodyguard!Toji who rushes back to the store not even ten minutes later to buy that damn keychain and actually adds it to his key ring. This way, he somehow has a part of you with him at all times of the day.

ex-bodyguard!Toji who goes though your socials multiple times a day even though he didn't have any accounts or interest in them before you.

ex-bodyguard!Toji who sometimes takes your daily work route again to make sure you're safe and well. He's good at hiding of course, so you never notice him.

ex-bodyguard!Toji who can't get over you but doesn't reach out to you out of respect. He knows he can't offer nor give you a lot, but he loved what you two had. You deserved a better life though.

ex-bodyguard!Toji who doesn't know how frustrated you are because unlike you, he doesn't have any social media accounts (that you know of) to stalk. He doesn't know how badly you crave seeing him.

ex-bodyguard!Toji who spends a lot of time thinking about all the other possible outcomes that could have happened. If it would've changed anything if he talked to you sooner, or how he wouldn't have to deal with this heartbreak if he didn't accept the job in the first place.

ex-bodyguard!Toji who comes to the conclusion that, even though he is suffering now, he wouldn't have it any other way. Meeting you has changed him as a person, made him better, healed him.

Because, ex-bodyguard!Toji had a shitty past. You were the only good thing in his life, the one that gave it any worth. You were beautiful, not just in your appearance, but in the way you affected him. You were what gave him strength but at the same time, you were his greatest weakness.

ex-bodyguard!Toji who haunted you in your dreams. You remember a time when they were your everyday reality, when you were living them instead, but now you only really have that privilege when you're sleeping. That applied to either of you, both excited to fall into the deep slumber that allowed you to meet each other once again.

ex-bodyguard!Toji who knows he messed up big time when he saw that guy approaching you. He looked like he fitted your father's requirements - he seemed wealthy and decent. He didn't stay any longer, he understood that it was time to let go of you. He just happened to miss you rejecting that guy.

ex-bodyguard!Toji who you realized was the one. It went wrong, it didn't last, and it was too late now - but you were sure he had been what you'd call the perfect match. You felt it in your bones, and that made it all the more tragic.

ex-bodyguard!Toji who slowly vanished from your life and went back to his old assassin life, his and your ways separating little by little, leaving him to fall into the deepest despair...

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jasvtsc · 1 month ago

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dean winchester x angel!reader.

dean had been feeling down for quite some time now. he was quieter than usual, his snarky and teasing comments basically being reduced to zero. he was like a shadow of himself, closing up in his routine.

wake up. coffee. hunting. booze. go to sleep. repeat.

and it was like that over and over again.

like he was dead inside.

you knew he was hurting — as an angel, you could sense those things even though you weren’t sure what they meant exactly. but you were pretty sensitive to them, especially when it was dean who was experiencing such mental turmoil. it was breaking your heart even though it was literally impossible. you were an angel, a celestial being too powerful for a mortal to wrap their head around it.

yet you were sad when your favourite human was suffering.

it didn’t suit him. and you didn’t understand why he had to go through so much. in your eyes, he was just this precious human who was dealing with all your questions and things you were curious about. he was there for you. and you wanted to be there for him.

which is why you decided to cheer him up a little. you wished you could take all his pain away, double it and give it to the next person (coughs john winchester), but (unfortunately), as an angel, you couldn’t hurt other people. that wouldn’t be good. and you didn’t want to deal with that right now — dean was your main priority.

so you were limited to doing what you did best — healing troubled souls.

however, you weren’t exactly sure how to approach him. he didn’t want you using your powers on him — he thought it was a waste of time, and he didn’t like supernatural forces messing with him in general. even if they were coming from his little birdie. he had some limits.

that’s how you were back at the starting point, sitting in the war room and silently debating what to do.

you tapped your fingers on the table, your lips pursed out as you hummed some song you overheard playing on the radio while returning from a hunt with dean. you learned to love car drivers, especially the late–night ones, with music faintly playing in the back, as you admired the sky and all the stars. dean showed you so many amazing things about humans and their customs. and you just wished you could bring something into his life as well.

you even debated recreating some scenes from his favourite movies. cas told you about them, but you weren’t sure why would dean have to become a pizza man all of a sudden. so that idea was also put in a dumpster.

you couldn’t figure out a single thing you could do for him. with a groan of frustration, you stood up and headed to his room to simply ask what he’d want you to do to make him feel better. that was probably the best idea. he, for sure, must’ve wanted something.

in a blink of an eye, you arrived at his door. you barged in without knocking, as always, and looked around the room. and then, your heart just broke. dean was lying in his bed, his hand draped over his face as he just lay there. you didn’t know for how long he’d been like that, and you noticed that he was still in the same clothes that he’d been wearing three days ago.

yeah, it was bad.

“deano? what are you doing?” you asked softly, nudging his shoulder with your finger. he just sighed and looked at you with those tired, green eyes.

“not now, birdie. just go,” he said, pushing you away. but you didn’t budge, not even a little.

“no. you look like shit. i can’t let you be like that,” as always, you were being a little too straightforward.

“thank you. that’s exactly what i needed to hear, pigeon. i’m being serious, just leave me alone,” his voice grew stern. but you didn’t care. you weren’t about to give up.

“hey, i did that. i left you alone this past week, just like you asked. but enough of that. you went past your limit,” you huffed and basically lifted him from the bed as if he weighed nothing.

at this point, dean didn’t even try to protest. you were an angel. you’d most certainly beat his ass if he started a fight — you wouldn’t tho — you were too sweet for your own good.

yeah, you were doing a good job proving to him that not all angels were assholes. you were his little birdie, and he wouldn’t trade you for the world. however, he knew damn well that you deserved better than him. you deserved someone on your level, someone who’d be good for you — not an old, washed-up hunter with trauma and plenty of issues. he’d just corrupt you. and that was the last thing he ever wanted. you were supposed to stay his sweet angel forever.

you dragged dean to the bathroom and sat him down in the bathtub. you ordered him to take his clothes off, and when he did that, albeit begrudgingly, you filled the tub with warm water.

dean visibly relaxed and closed his eyes, just winding off the pressure he felt on his shoulders those last few days. however, he opened one eye as soon as he felt your fingers treading through his hair, washing it for him.

“darlin’, what the hell are you doing?” he asked, a small smile slowly appearing on his face.

“shush. i’m washing your hair. i think,” you mumbled, biting on your tongue as you tried to wash his hair. he did that for you plenty of times, and you tried your best to repeat those movements for him.

dean chuckled lightly but didn’t say anything. yeah, you were putting a little too much pressure on his head and shoving it from one side to the other — but he didn’t have it in him to correct you. you were too much of a sweetheart, and he knew you were trying your best. so, he’d let that slide.

as you massaged his scalp, he reached for his razor, planning to shave off the scruff on his face. but you were faster and slapped his hand away with a huff.

“huh?” he looked at you with raised eyebrows.

“no. leave that. it looks better that way,” you said matter-of-factly.

and in this exact moment, that characteristic smile of his came up on his lips. he chuckled and ran his fingers through his scruffy cheek.

“you just say that 'cause you love how it scratches your thighs,” he muttered lowly, leaning back with a cocky smirk as he obeyed your order.

and you just blushed heavily, clearing your throat.

oh, he knew damn well you absolutely loved the carpet burn.

a/n: sooo surprise!!! it’s not totally emo lol

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i-loved-silly · 5 months ago

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(PART 2) - WOLVERINE x READER x DEADPOOL — fuckup twinsies

dp&w spoilers!! + slight gore description --- part 1

Okay, recap.

Your perfect little day in dimension-travel-jail was interrupted. You almost got knocked out by two muscular men who came down from the sky like little drunk angels, who in turn happened to be famous characters. You don't know how you didn't realize earlier, guess timeline hopping also slowly melts your brain. You should really get an MRI exam sometime.

You almost passed out again when you realized you were chest-to-chest with Deadpool. Wade Wilson. Heart to heart. Body to body. Tip to tip, if that applies to you.

"You're real. I'm real. We're real." You deadpanned, stars almost twinkling in your eyes. No, maybe it wasn't the first time you've met a Deadpool. But this guy? He was the real deal. The original. How the hell did an original end up here?

"Pfft, you thought we were just drawings on paper? Two of the world's sexiest men in skintight costumes? Wrong. We're the real deal here, friendo. Can I call you that? Or will you try to kill me? You know I really didn't mean to crash into you I rea--"

"Alright, listen here. Wade, shut up. You," Logan pointed a finger at him then at you, still being embraced by Wade. "Do you understand any of the...nonsense he's talking about? Because I don't, and I don't. Have. Time for this. It's either you help me get out of here or get out of my way."

"Woah woah woah, since when did that 'we' turn into 'me'?" Wade reluctantly let go of you to walk up to Logan, his hands landing on his hips. "You're not the only one trapped here, you know, we're kind of all in the same boat here. We all fucked up our lives and it was definitely our fault bu--ACK"

You gasped, watching in horror as three silver claws stabbed straight through Wade's torso and out his back. Logan stalked closer, his scowl deepening. "Come again?" He taunted, his teeth grinding. Before Wade could get a word out, Logan turned his hand, twisting the blades inside of him.

"G-owww, FUCK. God, I swear this happened differently in another universe. Somehow hurts more this ti--" Logan stopped him again and began lifting him up in the air. By the torso. With his claws inside, being the only thing holding him up.

Your eyes widened, "Hey, guys stop that! Logan!" You yelled, taking a step forward, your hands held up in the air defensively.

Logan briefly glanced in your direction and grunted, tossing Wade to the side. “Move aside, bub. We need to settle some things.” Then he…lunged at Wade. They just started fucking fighting each other.

You backed up, watching everything go down. This could not be real. “I thought…you guys wanted out?” You muttered, your voice barely heard over their grunting and blades clashing.

“You know it’s true, so--argh, no hard feelings, right? Plus, I forgive you Wolvie.”

“I don’t give a damn about what you think, Wade. It’s all your fucking fault I was dragged into this. I was doing just fine without yo—“

“Just fine? You call spending all your days at bars and drinking all their supply just fine? While your life crumbles around you like a house of cards. If we were really on the TVA's watchlist, maybe they should've just sent us all to anger management sessions, huh?"

“Stop fighting!” You shouted in a voice heavy with irritation, grabbing a clump of sand from the ground and hurling it in their direction.

Logan, reacting instinctively, closed his eyes and shoved Wade aside, now choking and coughing violently. “What the hell?”

Simultaneously, Wade spun to face away, retching into the sand. “Oh god it’s inside of my mask. It’s in my face hole—“

Logan regained himself quicker than Wade, to where he immediately brushed aside the sand on his face and stomped towards you. You took a step back, by the sight of his fists clenched and white knuckles you swore he was about to beat you. “Waitwaitwait! I don’t have healing factor!” You rambled and held your hands out.

He paused in his tracks, his jaw visibly clenching as he tried to control his anger. Yeah, maybe he was used to taking out his frustrations on himself and now..Deadpool. But he couldn’t do that to you. You’re not even involved in whatever shit they got themselves into. You didn't deserve to get roped in their..mess, whatever it was. He let out an annoyed breath and swiveled away, seething internally. "I wasn't going to hurt you."

You slowly put your hands down, then looked around to see Wade still rolling on the floor. Upon hearing Logan, he snapped his head towards you both, the eyes of his mask widening. Before he could even get a little, tiny, miniscule word out, you spoke.

"ANYWAY...ehm..you both want out, yes? This is all one big mistake? I could help you. I've survived out here this long without being brutally killed." You forced a grin, facing the two. They blinked.

"Killed? What..who is in charge of killing here?" Logan narrowed his eyes.

Wade stood up to his feet, popping his wrist back into place. "There's--" His face under his mask soured, god he could still feel the sand particles crunching around between his teeth.

"ugh, there's others around? What kind of crazies would wanna live here?" He raised his arms, gesturing the vastness of this dystopian desert. Camera pans out, there's an echo to his voice, a tumbleweed passes by, you know what i mean

You scoffed, still very much salty about your own situation even though it's been years. "It's not like it was a choice. The only person could who take us out is Cassandra Nova, and she does not use her powers for that. She's basically with the freaking TVA, from what I know."

A singular laugh escaped Logan, his lips turning up in a knowing smirk, "Really now? How bad could she be?"

"Uh..let's see..multiple counts of murder, enslavement, power abuse, she's sadistic, evil, has a whole paragraph worth of powers. Unstoppable, basically?" You shrugged.

"I think we could get along."

"No, Wade."

"How do we get to her?" Logan crossed his arms. Perhaps he was the only one taking this seriously. You had gotten used to it already, but you too remembered how badly you wanted to leave this place at first.

"You two seem in a rush. "

"Yeah, well we're in a rush because I've got a whole-ass timeline to save, not to mention I also made a pinky swear to this guy over here. I promised the gruff-beard that I'd help him clean up his messy timeline, like a stain of last nights left ove-"

"Got it!" You exclaimed, interrupting him. "But uh, is that even possible? To..fix your guys' timelines, I mean."

"It better be," Logan glared at Wade. "Because otherwise, I'm going to tear you apart." He sneered, really making his point by leaning closer to him. These guys need to kiss already.

You nervously smiled. If another fight starts, you swear you were going to start ripping your own face off. "Okay! I know someone, guys! We'll all help eachother out, he's real nice, which means you probably won't like him--but he'll help! Follow me."

Oh, you knew someone alright. He was the most suburban-canadian guy you knew.

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seungfl0wer · 2 months ago

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*𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒔 𝑴𝒚 𝑵𝒂𝒎𝒆*

Pairing: Hyunjin x Reader (Fem)

Genre: Smut

Warnings: Demon!Hyunjin, Whitch?Reader, Slight hair pulling, tiniest degrading, Creampie, Unprotected Sex. Sorry for any missing warnings or mistakes

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This partnership has been going on for a while now. Ever since you summoned the demon the first time he’s always the one you call for when you need the help. “Can you summon someone else for a change” he’d say rolling his eyes as he’d help you. It all started when you wanted revenge on an ex of yours. Since then whenever you needed something for a spell or just wanted to bother him you’d summon him.

Today was one of those days, you needed a specific book and who else but to help you? With a poof of soft black smoke the demon appeared “uugh i was about to take a nap, what do you want now?” He said annoyed. However you just rolled your eyes at his tone before pointing to the picture of the book

“Have you seen this? Can you get it for me? Please” you asked with big eyes.

He stared at you for a second “no.” He said plain and simple.

“Please! Pleeeease” you whined out grabbing at his arm. You knew what he wanted though. “If you do we can-“ you started to say before he cut you off.

“If I get it for you, you can’t call on me for a week.” He said crossing his arms.

You huffed a bit sad at his ask but nodded “fine, deal. But don’t come crying to me when you miss me or I find someone else to help me” you said with a pout.

He rolled his eyes and yawned, with a flick of his hand the book appeared in the same blackish smoke. “Here. Now leave me alone for the week.” He said before poofing away.

You sighed as you read over the book, you found an interesting page with a man who looked familiar until you read it. The demon “Hwang Hyunjin” is a powerful demon, who makes deals with others. He can be a trickster however he is quite hard to summon.” The page went on about him and you remembered something your mother had told you. “Find out a demons name is a big thing, depending on the demon they will be almost bound to you. Their name gives you a lot of power over them.”

With a devilish grin you waited for that week to be up. Hyunjin however was cracking at the end of it. He won’t ever admit it but he enjoys your company. He enjoys the time he spends with you especially the time you’re both tangled in each other. Sex with other demons isn’t as good as it is with you, his soft submissive human. Was it because you were a human though? That’s what he says but deep down he knows it’s because of the connection you both have made over the years of working together. The way you don’t treat him like some monster or god.

When the week was up and you didn’t summon him right away he groaned. It irritated him how much he missed you. Little did he know though you had hatched an evil plan you were about to kick off. It’s been a little over a week since you summoned him last, to his happiness though he poofed in your room pretty late.

“Surprised you didn’t summon me sooner” he said with a chuckle.

“Well I just need your opinion.” You said with a grin. “Wait here” you said before walking into your bathroom.

As he sat there bouncing his leg in ‘annoyance’ before you came back out. His eyes went big as his mouth dropped a bit. You came out in a skin tight black dress, pretty red heals with a pretty red lip.

“Think this looks good?” You say with a little twirl.

He shakes his head a bit as to snap himself out of the trance you have him in. “Uh y-yeah I guess?” He tried playing it off.

You rolled your eyes “you’re not much help, thanks though I guess. That’s all I needed” you said before giving him a wave. He didn’t move though he sat there almost dumbfounded.

“What you dressed up for?” He asked.

“Oh I have a date, just wanted to make sure I look fuckable” you said with a smirk.

“Date? Someone’s dumb enough to date you?” He teased but you could hear the venom in his voice.

“Someone’s lucky enough to have me ride them through the night” you said as you looked for something purposely bending over near him.

“If you just needed a fuck, why didn’t you just ask?” He said his hands coming up to grab your hips, he quickly pulled you down to his lap.

“Hey!” You squealed out as his hands trapped you there. “You’re the one that doesn’t like me calling you, so I figured I’d start dating so I wouldn’t bother you as much.” You said trying to pull yourself up “now let me go so I can finish getting ready.”

He scoffed turning your body to him to meet his eyes. “You’re not going anywhere especially not on a fucking date with someone who’s not even gonna be able to make you cum” he hissed. You went to pull away again before he brought his hands up to your face pulling you into a hungry kiss. His tongue wrestled with yours, a hand slinking its way down your body trying to pull up the dress. When he got it up enough he let out a feverish growl feeling you didn’t have any panties on. “What a little slut” he said nipping at your bottom lip.

You were still trying to keep up the act pouting when he pulled away from you “can’t help it when someone doesn’t like being around me” you said.

“If you’re trying to get me to say I like being around you, you can forget it” he growled.

When you pulled away trying to stand up his hands dug into your hip pulling you back down. “Knock it off, you aren’t going to go with some damn loser when I’m here” he said.

Before you knew it he was pulling his pants down pressing your naked cunt against his cock. He kissed you again as he moved you against him. His cock head hitting against your clit perfectly. You moaned softly into the kiss letting his tongue explore deeper into your mouth. “God you’re dripping all over me” he said with a groan. He brought his hand down to play with your clit as he kissed down your jaw to your neck. He nipped at it sucking dark marks on it. “Even if you go on a date they’ll know you’re taken, they’ll know you’re mine” he snarled.

Your plan was working well, he’s never been this possessive never caring really what you do. You had him in your hand and you still had your master plan waiting to be released. “F-fuck” you moaned out moving your hips against his finger and his cock. Your juices coating his cock so perfectly. He gripped your hips with his free hand moving you back as the tip caught against your entrance. “Need inside you, I need to feel you cum around me” he said before pushing into you.

Your body pressed against his as you moaned out “ride me, ride me like you wanted to with your stupid date!” He growled out moving your hips down on his length. You leaned back a little trying to get your balance before you started to bounce on him. Moving your hips up and down his hands gripping at you as you took him all in. His head fell back as he moaned loudly feeling your warm walls clenching around him. “M’close” you moaned out making him smirk.

“Yeah? Gonna cum on my cock hmm?” He said his hand coming to play with you clit once again. Your body twitched at the feeling legs becoming a bit shaky. “H-hyunjin!” You moaned out cumming hard around his cock. As the name left your mouth his body stuttered under you. “What did you just say?” His eyes were wide, pupils completely blown out.

“I-“ you started to say before he started moving fast. He pushed your body the whole way down bottoming out completely. He was fucking into you so fast, balls hitting against you the sound of your wetness mixing with it. “Say it again!” He howled out. “Fucking say my name again!” He said grabbing the back of your hair pulling it making you keep eye contact with him.

“HYUNJIN!” You all but screamed out feeling another orgasm about to wash over you. Hyunjin became a beasts of a man, his whole eyes was pitch black, his cock somehow feeling bigger as he fucked into you mercilessly. His cock hit your cervix leaking precum as his high was approaching too. His movements were too much for you, his fingers still relentless at your clit. “Say it, say it while you cum. Whose cock are you cumming on huh? Fuck- Fucking say it again!” His voice deep.

Your eyes rolled back feeling him cumming deep inside you, your orgasm coming over you at the same time. “Hyunjin- Hyunjin!” You repeated. He pulled your body to him wrapping his arms around you his hips still slowly moving in you. “Y/n” he said softly. “When did you? How did you?” He started to ask. And all you could really muster up was “the book” he nodded holding you against him as you both tried catching your breath.

“You know it gives you a lot of power over me. Like basically ownership.” He said.

You nodded “yeah”

He breathed out “did you actually have a date tonight?” He asked.

You shook your head “no. Just wanted you.” You said sheepishly hiding your face into his chest.

He chuckled a bit “you can just ask dummy”

You shook your head “didn’t wanna bother you..”

He let out a sigh before lifting your face up to look at him “y/n I help you out of my own will, I could fuck you over at any point. But I don’t. You should know I don’t mind”

You looked over his face a soft blush forming on yours “isn’t it stupid to have feelings for a demon?” You said softly.

He shook his head “nope, just don’t tell anyone I have feelings for a human” he teased before kissing you. “Make sure you don’t tell anyone my name though got it?” He said with a smile.

“I’d never, you’re all mine” you said kissing his nose.

“Good cause I wouldn’t want it any other way” he said with a big grin.

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icarusredwings · 3 months ago

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Be warned. I wrote this at midnight. I have no clue what im talking about. Do you get it?

"Why doesn't this wolverine teach history? Other wolverine did"

Well, because THAT Wolverine had a Charles. Let me remind you just how fragile Logan's mental state is and just how quickly his brain can throw him into a temporary amnesia due to shock and / or panic that is triggered by his CPTSD.

The thing is, this Wolverine has a Wade. Not a Charles. Sure, Jean could probably do something to him if things got too crazy but you know just how dangerous of territory that would be. Yes, Charles doesn't have a healing factor but it was his confidence and perfect reassuring words that helped him, plus If something did happen Im pretty sure he wouldn't blame him much anyway. He knows what hes dealing with. This isnt to say that jean doesn't but I can see her panicking too much and Logan would feed off of that fear and panic and become worse.

Wade, on the other hand, is neither calm nor says the right things, BUT he can't die :D Which is a massive YES when it comes to dealing with a panicking 3+ time war veteran with knife hands. And is known to attack first ask later.

Trying to teach the kids about 'Nam, a thing sets him off. He stares off into space for a bit, Backs up and his breath gets heavy. The hairs on his arms are raised up and his pupils dilate, they widden and its as if he doesn't even remember he's a teacher.

When he starts the whole "Who are you? Where am I!?" Thing, a student (probably the oldest or one that's been dubbed most responsible) slowly just gets up and leaves to tell a trusted adult.

"Mrs. Munroe?"

"Yes?"

"Mr. Howlett is acting funny again."

"Okay darling. Go fetch Mr. Wilson for me? There's a dear."

She, calm as ever walks into the class room, standing away from the door so not to make him feel trapped, and very clearly shows her hands as she gestures the kids to leave.

Backing himself into a corner, he watches them one by one leave, Gripping at the chalk boards ledge and the windowsil, trying to balance and ground himself.

"Come now children. Quietly and slowly please. Good job. Go next door to Mrs. Summers please." Sending them to the next class room so to leave this one empty.

She stands off to the side of the room. Hands in front of her, smiling softly. "Hello Logan."

"What? Who are you?" He almost hisses but can't help but to feel not so threatened. He always did have a sweet spot for women. Maybe its their scent difference, but like most reactive animals, he's a little calmer for women. A little more trusting.

"Im a dear friend of yours. My name is Ororo. You are in no danger here." She states this practiced sentence with the same whisper of a voice.

"Where the fuck am I. How did I get here!? Did you bring me here!?" At this point he's growling.

"Logan, I assure you that no one forced you here. This is a school. You're a teacher."

"A teacher..?" Just a tad he softens, as if you had just told someone who wanted to be a vet when they grew up that they actually would become a very good vet, except the look in his eyes was as if questioning why they would ever him do that. Be a teacher I mean.

"Yes. If you would like to leave that is okay." She slowly sits in a spare chair, her leg crossing, not knowing how long she will need to play baby sitter but she hoped someone soon would alert the other staff of this. It IS a safety risk after all and Ororo knew that if he hurt anyone at all he'd immediately regret it terribly so when he woke.

"You.. you told her to go get someone. Why? Who are you getting? For what!?" Another snap, as if he thought she was trying to trick him into letting his gaurd down.

She smiles. "Your husband."

"What the fuck do you mean my 'husband'!? What are you sayin' lady!?" The venom in the way he says this makes her giggle a bit. Oh, goodness. He really did lose all of his memories, didn't he? How was the same man who once was so dastardly in love with scott to the point of shredding his heart into a gazillion pieces and is married to the silliest man alive, so internally homophobic? The irony of the thought made her laugh.

"And that kids is how you slice someone into sushi. Rice not included-" His weapons tatics and saftey class is interrupted.

"Mr. Wilson?"

"Oh hey, squirt! You wanna learn how to disconnect someone's joints without even leaving a puncture wound?"

"Maybe later.. uhm...Mr. Howlett's scared again..."

You just see Wade running out on these kids like "I'M COMING WOLVIE!"

"What, you think it's funny!? I ain't got a husband lady! Now, Im leaving! And there's nothing you can do to stop me!" He goes to walk out the door only to run into said husband, who immediately hugs him.

"Babe!! Hi! They told me- OUCH- okay yeah I deserved that- no tocuhy I forgot."

And is stabbed.

"What the fuck is wrong with you!? Get off me! Freak!"

"D'aawww!! Did you see that? He called me a freak! I hate to tell ya cupcake, but you're married to this freak. Now, what's wrOOW- Mad kitty are we? Woah there tiger! Easy boy!"

Logan looks at him, confused, stabs him again, and is trying to figure out why Wade's not dying. He goes to slash him in the head and wades like "WAITWAITWAIT NOT INFRONT OF THE KIDS-"

Mrs. Munroe, by now, has gotten up and left, closing the door and letting out a big sigh, wondering what shade of red they were going to paint the room this time.

She does a little clicky on her walkie and infroms all the staff about the situation and so for the next half hour or so, Logan's kids get to skip class and said classroom now needs a deep scrub.

And this ladies and gentlemen is why this Logan doesn't teach history anymore.

P.E. is SOOOO much easier on his mental status, and sometimes Wade joins, and he puts the whole class against him to make them work on their team building skills. Plus- it's funny to watch your husband get slapped in the head with 20 dodgeballs.

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