#this took way too long for something that supposed to be dumb and fast and i'm somewhat meh on the result

[gouden-carolus]

"Person," he asks, "are those ducks . . . ?" "Yeah, they’re fucking." Person laughs.

[littlesoulshine]

it started with a moronic tattoo. a dumb, drunk decision at eighteen, giggling with your college roommates over a blurry photo of soldier boy, choosing the shield because his face felt like too much commitment. a tramp stamp—because that was the joke, right? but the ink settled under your skin, the joke fading with the years, leaving only the truth behind. you didn’t just admire him. you craved him. you wanted to be part of him, wrapped up in the legend, in the impossible strength and swagger of him. it wasn’t just lust—it was devotion, something deeper, something undeniable, almost like you worshipped the ground he walked on.

didn’t matter that he was long gone, a relic of another time, a myth wrapped in propaganda. he was the ideal. brute strength, rough hands, a smirk that cut through the bullshit. they didn’t make men like him anymore, hadn’t for decades, and the world was worse off for it.

so when butcher dragged you into his orbit, you couldn’t quite process it. soldier boy, real, breathing, alive in a way that shouldn’t have been possible. older, sure, but still built like a fucking tank, the weight of him pressing into every room he entered. you were supposed to keep an eye on him, make sure he didn’t burn down the safe house or wander off on some murder spree. glorified babysitting, really. but you couldn’t stop staring.

he noticed. of course he did. soldier boy wasn’t the kind of man to miss shit like that. his gaze raked over you every time you walked in, sharp eyes catching the way your breath hitched, the way your hands trembled when you handed him a beer. you tried to play it cool, but how were you supposed to stay casual when your childhood obsession was sprawled across a ratty motel couch, sweat-slick from sparring, dog tags glinting against his bare chest?

“what’s your deal, sweetheart?” he asked one night, voice rough from whiskey and disuse. “you look at me like you’ve seen a fucking ghost.”

“maybe i have,” the words slipped out before you could think better of them.

he leaned forward, smirking like he already knew everything you weren’t saying. “nah—it’s something else, ain’t it?”

you swallowed hard, pulse hammering in your throat. you could lie. you should lie. but then hughie, the clumsy bastard, fumbled something behind you, and you bent down without thinking, too careless.

soldier boy saw it immediately.

"fuck," he muttered, low and rough.

you froze, heat crawling up your neck as realization sank in. you straightened too fast, nearly stumbling, and when you turned, soldier boy was still staring. not at your face, not at anything above your waist.

his tongue dragged over his bottom lip, slow, contemplative, eyes dark as he took in the ink, the placement, the fucking meaning of it. something in his expression shifted—like a predator sighting something that belonged to him.

"holy fuck," he muttered, voice thick, heavy.

his hand twitched, like he was holding himself back, but then he didn’t. rough fingers brushed your lower back, thumb skating dangerously close to where the ink disappeared beneath your waistband. he traced it, slow and deliberate, watching the way you shivered at his touch.

"this real?" his voice was a rasp, pure gravel and whiskey. "or is this some slutty way of asking me to fuck you"

he laughed, a deep, satisfied rumble, and fuck, you felt that sound everywhere. “that’s some serious dedication.”

“i was young and stupid.”

he hummed, not buying it for a second. “nah. you don’t get something like this unless you mean it.”

he was right, and you hated how much you loved that he knew it. he stayed close, hand warm against your lower back, thumb pressing just above the ink like he was marking you all over again. your whole body locked up, heat pooling low in your core.

“fuck,” he muttered, voice gone rough. “you gonna give me a real welcome back then, or just stand there lookin’ pretty?”

you didn’t hesitate. you turned, grabbed the front of his jacket, and pulled him in. his mouth met yours in a clash of teeth and whiskey, a kiss that wasn’t soft or sweet—was never going to be, not with him. he tasted like violence, like a man who took what he wanted, and God, you wanted to be taken.

his hands were everywhere, mapping out your body with the surety of someone who’d done this a thousand times before. he shoved you onto the bed, covering you with his weight, and when he ground against you, the sound you let out was fucking obscene.

“that’s my girl,” he muttered, teeth grazing your throat, his smirk carved into your skin. “knew you’d be a goddamn dream.”

and when he finally got inside you, stretching you open like he was meant to be there, you thought maybe that dumb, drunk eighteen-year-old version of yourself had been right all along.

tags: @soldiersgirl @iloveeveryoneyoureamazing @legalmente-loca @bluemerakis @whisperingdaze @cherrygirlfriend @figthoughts @sunsbaby @ambiguous-avery @bocadelinfierno @sunnyteume @bejeweledinterludes @k-slla @lunaleah @pieandflannel

title: tramp stamp

[remiratboi]

Debt To Pay

Masterlist

Pay My Debt With Your Body Trope

4 Military Men X GN AFAB Fat Reader

CW: bdsm, forced, r@pe, non con, dubcon, gang bang, multiple penetration, oral, anal, dp, gaslighting, gambling, military troop

You marched down the hallway pissed off as all hell. Your boyfriend was supposed to have been home hours ago. He ghosted you all evening then sent some dumb, half assed drunk text begging you to come pick him up.

You couldn’t believe him. He wasn’t normally like this. He was wonderful to you. Yeah, his deployment was hard, really hard. But he was worth it.

So what the fuck was he doing now? You worried that this might be signs of something deeper.

No. You told your self. You’re over reacting. It’s one bad night.

You wrapped your knuckles on apartment 408 and crossed your arms. He had better answer fast.

It took far too long for him to open the door. You were about to lay into him, when you realized he hadn’t opened the door.

“Hayden?” You snapped at the annoyed looking man who opened the door. “Where’s Adam?”

“He’s just grabbing his stuff. Come in.” Hayden nodded his head back into the room before turning and walking in. You rolled your eyes and followed him.

The door slammed shut behind you, and before you even had time to yelp in surprise, you were tackled to the ground. A heavy hand snaked over your mouth.

“Shhh, shhh. None of that.” Your boyfriend’s sultry voice soothed in your ear. You roiled at the recognition and fury raced through your body. You whipped your head back to smack his, but he deftly moved out of the way.

He struggled you up and off the ground and held you against his chest, hand still over your mouth.

“Alright baby, here’s the deal.” You stared wide eyed at the three other men you hadn’t noticed until now. They stood in a crescent in front of you. Your boyfriend’s voice was rough. “Let’s just say I lost some money to these guys here.” He gave you a peck on the cheek. It felt like betrayal.

“You know them, remember?” He asked in an all too casual tone. “These are my boys, my troop. I’ve been to hell and back with them and I’m not the type to skimp out on debt.”

The arm wrapped around your chest, squeezed. “But, I just kept losing, baby. You know how I am.” He chuckled darkly. “So we came to an,” he shrugged. “An understanding. Tonight, you are going to pay off my debts. And we are all going to have a great time.”

With that he shoved you forward into the arms of the other men. You tried to scream, but a gag was swiftly and roughly shoved into your mouth. Their hands were all over you. You couldn’t even tell who did what. Your clothes were ripped from your body. It happened so fast, you were reeling just trying to process what was happening. It didn’t feel real.

The men, Hayden, Marc and the one whose name you couldn’t remember but had labelled “beefcake” to only yourself, touched you, everywhere. Adam, your boyfriend, was calling encouragements from the side.

In moments you were naked. They squeezed and pinched all over your thick thighs, your stomach, your chest. One of them pulled tight on your nipple. You cried out and fought back as hard as you could. But there wasn’t much to be done against 3 strong, very capable men.

“Damn, you weren’t lying about that pretty pussy, cap.” Beefcake said to Adam. Of course it would be beefcake.

“Mmhmm.” He practically moaned back. You knew that tone he used. You were shocked to realize he was enjoying this. Your lovely, sweet, kind boyfriend, was enjoying watching his partner being attacked by his friends. A sob wracked through your chest.

“And look at that ass.” Marc whistled. He gave it a hard smack. You cried out behind your gag. “Baby, you need to start showing that thing off! Damn you’re hot as fuck.” You couldn’t help but blush. It wasn’t every day people showed your chubby body the appreciation it deserved.

Someone’s fingers played with your fat pussy. They were dragging their fingers up and down your slit, dipping in, but never fully entering you. You couldn’t help it as you started to feel wet.

“Damn, this sluts getting wet!” Hayden said. So it was him teasing you. “Yo Adam, you never told us what a slut they are.” Both men laughed.

“Wait till you try their head.” You heard Adam make a chefs kiss sound.

That sealed it. The boys weren’t just messing around. You heard a series of zippers, and felt Hayden pressing his cock against your cunt.

“Be a good slut, now.” He mounted you from behind. They shifted and Beefcake brought his cock to your lips. He ripped the gag off.

Hayden and Beefcake both forced their way in at the same time. If your mouth hadn’t been full of cock, you’d be screaming. Hayden was big, and you weren’t ready. The stretch was incredible.

As fast as it had all happened, they were now pounding into you from both ends. Marc had lowered himself under you and wrapped his mouth around your nipple. His fingers snaked up to rub your clit.

There was so much happening all at the same time and you couldn’t stop it. You felt your orgasm building. You redoubled your efforts, thrashing and kicking out. The men just laughed. You screamed around Beefcakes cock as both men came inside you. Your orgasm crashed through your body. Your eyes rolled back in your head.

They swapped. Marc sunk his cock into your sloppy cunt. Adam took Beefcakes place at your mouth.

“Yeah, you really are a slut.” Adam said fondly as he looked down on you. Marc set a brutal pace and soon you came again on his cock. Adam forced you to stare in his eyes as Marc came deep in your pussy. He followed shortly after.

The night continued like that. For hours they rotated who fucked what hole, and they took everything from you. You barely even remember everything. By the end of the night you were only half conscious, fucked out and dazed. You came more than a dozen times, your body exhausted and sore.

*******

You woke hours later, the morning sun just barely started to peek through the windows. You were in your bed. Your favourite candle burned and a large glass of ice water sat on your bedside table.

Adam kissed your shoulder gently and pulled you back against his chest. You were wrapped in his arms and your blankets.

“You did so good baby. I’m so proud of you.” You snuggled back into his body. “Did you have a good time? Was it what you wanted?” He asked.

You nodded. A huge smile split your face. You were still sleepy and dazed, but utterly content.

“I love you so much baby.” Adam spoke lovingly.

“Did you have a good time?” You asked. Your voice cracked, your throat more sore than you expected.

You felt him nod. “It was a little scary, being so mean to you. But I know it’s what you wanted, and honestly, you were so fucking hot” he chuckled. “I got over it pretty quickly.”

You blushed and nuzzled into your blanket, cozy and warm.

“Uh, fair warning though, the guys…” he laughed again. You felt nervous. Had they not liked it? Had they not liked your body? “Well, let’s just say they are going to be begging you to let them fuck you again.”

“… Really?” You asked innocently.

“Baby, that wasn’t just talk. All three have been crushing on you for years, and now, well, now it’s gonna be a lot harder to dissuade them.” He kissed up your neck. “But I don’t mind sharing.” Adam teased. “As long as you’re happy, I’m happy, my love.”

[gremlingottoosilly]

Nature vs Nurture (monster!Konig x fem!Reader)

The new world order - monsters on top, creating the perfect dystopia for humans. You are nothing but a pet to them, a breeding mare for their perverse desires…and now you've finally been claimed by their colonel. Good luck.

Tags and TW: Dub-con, monster fucking, size kink, power imbalance, dumbification, pet play, dystopia, obsessive Konig, tentacle monster Konig, oviposition, breeding. AO3

It was supposed to be a supply run. Fast, quick, stealthy. In and out, the ruins of the abandoned store not so far from your hiding spot. Whatever you could find, some canned food – maybe, but not realistically. Some rubble and garbage that could be exchanged for food for triple the price it was – possible. Realistic. 

It was supposed to be a quick supply run. Like a rabbit out of her hole – but not really a rabbit, not even having the courtesy of strong legs and long ears that could spot anyone from a mile away. No, of course not – the universe wasn’t feeling particularly merciful when you were born a human in the age before monsters decided they didn’t want to be servants anymore. You think you remember going to the store like a normal person. Picking up a cart, hauling anything you could afford – not bothering about a lot of things. 

There are still stores, you think. Remesances of capitalism, working only for monsters – whatever crude economy they were building, it stayed in the cities. In the military bases, were filled with monsters even before the uprising. Not here, in the wasteland – it belongs to humans, as little as there were left. 

It was supposed to be a quick supply run for you and your friends – but you were dumb, but you were careless, but you grew accustomed to being the only one here, you didn’t even spot a patrol. Nasty fuckers, getting humans off the abandoned streets – you tried to fight and it didn’t work. Tried to run, and they were faster. Always faster. You should have been quicker, you shouldn’t have been a human – but you are, your soft self still not hardened by the life on the run, so you weren’t put out of your misery as you saw some other humans who got caught. Monsters took pity on you – or, perhaps, your submissiveness finally paid off. You were shown off the corner of a store – a human store, as you read, the words burning in your mind. You heard the stories about humans – attractive, soft people, mostly weak and obedient – who were snatched off the streets to do god knows what. Monsters can’t breed on their own, you remembered. 

You can hear the voices coming somewhere in the hallway, a good few meters away from your cage. You force yourself to stay as far from the bars as possible, not wanting to attract attention. Not even want to bother yourself with trying to see what your captors look like – monsters can take on human appearance and you’d rather live without seeing a human pet trader looking like someone who could have been your neighbor before the uprising. You curl in a ball, hugging your knees. Sobbing softly, quietly – knowing that there is no way out of here now. Not even other humans would help you now. “Just got new batch, colonel. Doesn’t look like a resistance member” “Ja, I heard that the last time. Schlampe killed all the hatchlings the second they were born.” “W…we didn’t know, sir! I promise, it was a…” “You can’t even breed them properly. There wasn’t any new humans in months, wolf” “Humans are…delicate, sir. They don’t want to breed in captivity.” “Make them then.” You hear something heavy shuffling around. You hear heavy footsteps that are making the flimsy flor of your cage shake. Even monsters have their disputes – but you can’t bother with caring when you hear footsteps approaching. Large shadow casting down on you. Making you feel even more small and miserable than you did before. Your head hurts. Your stomach hurts. Your everything hurts. 

Someone is staring at you. You see…someone. Humanoid silhouette – too big to belong to a human, at least 7 feet tall and broader than the entirety of your cage. You whimper when the creature tilts its head to the side, a surprisingly boyish tone of his voice grasping on your panicking mind. It isn’t the one that captured you but, for some reason, you can sense that he is even more dangerous. There is something on his uniform – some decorations, you think. Soldiers from the age before the uprising are all have quite high ranks in the new society – if they are monsters, that is. Large, droopy red tentacle falls from the guy’s hood. Definitely a monster. 

— Come closer, human. You whimper, trying to get up – only to get as far away from him as possible. You’re terrified, but he only hums in acknowledgment. A group of tentacles rising from under his hood, pushing you towards him through the bars. You were never more thankful for being locked away. 

— Disobedient. Or just dumb? 

— I d…don’t…

You cry, not wanting to give an answer – too disoriented, your nostrils are filled with the smell of sea and blood. You feel light-headed, dizzy, you’re hungry and dehydrated and you don’t know how could you even proceed to resist when one of his tentacles goes through the bars of your cage. Caresses your face, surprisingly gentle. Smearing cold slime around your skin, but even this is a welcoming feeling – you’d take everything that isn’t damp air of the human compound and the old sweat tattering your skin. You’d give anything for a bath right now. At least a few wet wipes, to wash the grime off your face – to stop feeling like an animal even though you know you’re already been reduced to one. — Just dumb, then. Gut. Monster caresses your face for a while, admiring your features. Salty tears feel like heaven on his tentacles – you can’t possibly see him, but he is grinning under that weird hood of his, adoring how obedient you are. It might be just exhaustion, but he missed humans like this – broken and abandoned. Soft and adorable, crying at the brim of a hat. König is going to have a lot of fun breaking you in – you couldn’t possibly be worse than the last wife he took. He wants to see you round and filled with his eggs. He wants you to see you cry for his cock, begging him to fill you up like the dumb, pathetic human you are. He wants to lay in the nest with you, pressing his body against yours – stealing the coolness of your body, covering you with his tentacles like a perfect chewing toy. He wants to… — Ah, sir. This is the new one. Just took her yesterday. 

A merchant smiles, slimy face spreading in a wide grin. Tentacles retreat from your face and shoulders immediately, only leaving a small trace of liquid over your features. If you were dumb enough, you could have sworn the monster was affectionate – but you don’t want to be dumb. Can’t survive in this world only on silliness, unfortunately. — I will take this one. — B…but it isn’t properly domesticated yet! You know how wild strays can be, colonel… — I thought you said all pets were properly obedient? 

— W…well, of course, sir, but… — I don’t need a trained slut to carry my eggs. This one would do nicely. Consider this your sacrifice to the order, ja? Before you know it, the merchant showed you in the hands of a giant man. Colonel, as you heard – not knowing proper military ranks, you wonder how high it can be. Or low. Monsters only value power and personal strength – and the merchant was fucking terrified of the tentacle creature who was holding you right now. Perhaps, you should have tried your chances of running away and being killed. Perhaps, you should have slowly died of hunger instead of coming out for supplies. `You’re held high in the air – too high for your liking. The monster presses you against his chest like he expects you to run away any second now – and you want to, really, nothing you’d love more but to simply jump off and run for the hills. But you’re too exhausted, the hunger sitting deep in your empty stomach makes you think that, maybe, for whatever reason this monster bought you for, he’d at least feed you. Maybe turn you into a pet – this is why there are stores for captured humans, right? Humans were treating their pets nicely, maybe the monster wouldn’t be too far off. Tentacles are swirling around your legs, around your hands – now you can’t even move your neck properly, cheek squished against a warm chest. This monster is a weird one – it’s like he can’t stop his tentacles from touching you, the cold tips of his tendrils spreading slime on the dryness of your skin. His body is warmer than any human would be, and his tentacles are cold – the contrast against your naked skin, barely covered by your torn clothes, is making you crazy. Making you think about weird things – like the monster reproduction again. Like your empty tummy, like the friends you left at the compound when you were supposed to go for supplies. Not getting captured by one of the monster higher-ups.

— You’re soft for a human. You weren’t even sure he was talking to you at first. You’ve been walking for a couple of minutes before you could finally hear some traces of civilization. Roaring vehicles. Gunfire. Laugh and groans – moans, too, to your surprise, not all of them very pain-induced. Your face is still pressed in his chest, you can’t see anything meaningful – but he stops in some corner, you think, covering you in his arms like a package he needed to deliver. You aren’t sure if you remember what the word “package” means. Something naughty, you think. — Quiet, too. 

You still don’t answer, and he hums. Pushes you on the ground, suddenly – you fall on your ass, yelping in pain and surprise as you lay on something softer than a concrete floor. It’s a pile of mattresses, you realize. You’re in a room, you realize – still too dizzy after everything that’s happened, you didn’t even notice when he entered the building and pushed you away from the sounds of life you wanted to hear so much of. You’re sitting on your ass on the pile of soft, rotten mattresses – a faint smell of decay builds up in your nose, but you can’t even concentrate. The tentacles are spreading your legs suddenly – you cry and whimper, your walls breaking down to reveal a soft center because the monster tears away your pants with ease. Your clothes weren’t much, to begin with, dirty and torn after the capture – still, you don’t want to be naked in front of him. You don’t want to be naked in front of anyone. 

— Spread your legs, human. You don’t want to, but you obey – you don’t wish to give him an opportunity to pry your legs open, to use force and make your life even more miserable. You know that being so obedient is kind of pathetic but, honestly, you couldn’t care less at this point. If being pathetic would save you from a broken leg, you will spread yourself open. Place each ankle on the side of the rotten mattress, not even caring that the thing fabric of your clothes – whatever little is left there – is slowly whiskered away by the tentacles. His hands are worse, somehow. He pushes your legs a bit wider, making you hiss from the stretch – and then he tears off your underwear. Not even letting you a chance to save your dignity – before you could cover yourself with your hands, at least, he is already launched at your cunt, smaller tendrils swirling around your core. You’re dry, obviously – and the monster tilts his head to the side. Acknowledging. Looking. He isn’t soft in his movements and the prying attention makes you embarrassed – if your legs weren’t in hid hold already, you’d try to close them. To save yourself. His motives are obvious, his intentions are clear – still, you sob and whine i his hold when his hand slowly presses on the button of your clit. The colonel – you try to remember this, it’s probably important –  is somewhat slow – he pushes your inner lips, spreads your hole as much as you can with a meager amount of fluid from the slime of his tendrils and, somehow, you find yourself getting aroused. Maybe, it’s his attention – he isn’t laying his eyes off you, and it almost makes you blush too much. He is adorable in this way if a monster of his regard can even be called this – and you’re freaking terrified when he goes closer, looks at you even more. 

His hand is making squelching sounds as your cunt becomes wetter by the second – it’s the first time in forever you had this kind of attention, and surviving the monster revolution didn’t exactly help with getting the edge off. You’re desperate for anyone to touch you – and the monster has beautiful hands. Big and burly, with tendrils sometimes running around to add even more lube – you know you’d never get anything like this with a normal human. — Need to check you first, Maus. The merchant keeps sending me infertile ones. You don’t know what he is talking about – but his hand lays flat on your tummy, putting you in place, and the larger tentacle – big, slimy one, with uneven structure with little bumps that made you wonder how it’s even going to fit inside – slowly creps to your sloppy, wet opening. It doesn’t hurt, you’re wet and open – something in the lube he extracted made you dizzy, dumb, you don’t even know when you spread your legs a bit more and welcomed the intrusion. It feels right, it feels wrong, it feels like the thing to die for – it feels like something that could kill you. He laughs and it sends slow rumbles right to the tendril penetrating your pussy. The pressure on your clit is too much – and your brain is to foggy to think that it reminds you more of a medical exam than actual sex. The tentacle inside is vibrating, twisting and turning, pressing on your cervix – it should feel painful, it can’t be this good but, somehow, you welcome the feeling of being this fucking full. You don’t buck your hips, but you cry and moan – and it’s enough of an indication of your pleasure. Monster laughs, his other hand goes to lay on your face – a surprisingly gentle gesture. Short-lived, but you could still feel the warmness lingering on your tattered skin. It’s hot and cold with him – you aren’t sure what comes next, but the tendrils are sliding in and out, probing at the entrance of your womb and, despite everything, you feel the knot in your stomach untying. The orgasm is a quiet one – build up is slow and small, and it doesn’t make you black out – but you whimper nonetheless, the tight embrace of his hands on your body feeling more like a cage than a normal hug. He is too powerful, probably not sure about his strength – you feel him squishing you like a fruit. The slime is leaking from your empty pussy, clenching around nothing. — Obedient. You’d be a good vessel for my eggs, human. You whine, turning away from him. He chuckles, pressing you in his arms again. Like a child with his favorite new toy – you feel squeezed and touched in various places, his tentacles having a mind on their own. Not an inch of flesh getting ungroped. — Ar…are you going to kill me? — Ach. You can talk after all. — Are you going to… — No. Have a much better way to use you. He chuckles in your hair, pressing his face in it. Inhales the scent – if he has nose, of course. This stupid hood conceals everything, not letting you know anything besides his rank. Which makes you think about…

— What is your name? 

A stupid question, really. You shouldn’t care about the name of a monster who bought you – still, you don’t want to refer to him as just “a monster”. This dumb part of your brain wants closure. — König. Remember it, little human. Oh. So his name is König. Somehow, it doesn’t make you feel any better. 

[harrowharkwife]

thinking thoughts about how nona was so obsessed with crown, and crown specifically- not coronabeth. crown, with her boots and her cargo pants and her guns and her hair tied back, with all her charm and strength, all her rage and determination.

was that really just nona? or, walk with me here- is there a chance that that was actually alecto, too, bleeding through and rising to the surface?

alecto, seeing a kind of kinship in crown- in this big, tall, strong blonde with a sword strapped to her back, hot and lovely and kind and awful and powerful and perfect. this woman who refuses to give up- on her sister, on saving jody, on BOE's resistance. who's unafraid to throw one hell of a tantrum, if it means being listened to, for once. crown, who everyone thinks of as dumb, who everyone underestimates, who no one ever takes as seriously as they should, even though she's clearly capable of plenty of atrocities in her own right. this woman who's been described over and over again as someone who positively radiates life, and energy, and vitality, and strength. this woman who wanted nothing more than the chance to be herself, to be free, to serve as cavalier and guardian and protector, but was instead sentenced at birth to a life of being a princess and wearing dresses and looking pretty and loving less and staying out of the way and keeping her mouth shut and playing second fiddle to a necromancer obsessed with power and glory. familiar, no? this woman who was betrayed, left behind, left alone, and left utterly in the dark by the one person who's supposed to love her the most- only to then be told that being abandoned was in her best interest, really, for her own safety.

thinking about all the times we've seen ianthe insult crown's intelligence and praise her beauty in the same breath. you big dumb bimbo, what can you do? of all the times we've seen ianthe fussing over crown's appearance. thinking of the sister-lyctor makeover-montage ahead of dios apate minor, and how harrow hated every second of it, and how ianthe treated it like nostalgic second nature. thinking about the third house: fucked-up planet gossip-girl with all its betrayal and espionage and flesh magic and debauchery, three for the gleam of a jewel or a smile. thinking about the pressure that must have come with keeping up the double-necromancer ruse, about ianthe having successfully played the part of two necromancers from the age of six. exactly how much practice must that have taken? thinking about the casual, automatic, possessive, offhanded, violating nature of ianthe playing god and giving harrow a full head of fast-growing hair without asking, without even telling her, just to make harrow prettier, just to piss her off, just because she could. how she did it so easily, and without hesitation, almost as though she's maybe done that sort of thing before.

thinking about preservation. about a perfect body frozen in ice for a myriad, about ianthe spending all her downtime on the mithraeum figuring out how long she can keep an apple core in perfect stasis before the rot sets in.

thinking about corpse puppeting: a deceased world leader here, a trusted cavalier and friend you've known from the cradle there. about i picked you to change, and this is how you repay me? about she took babs. and who even cares about babs? babs! she could have taken me!

thinking about alecto, and hollywood hair barbie, and you have made me a hideousness.

thinking about crown, who's by her own admission boobs and hair and talk and a hell of a swordhand.

thinking about something as simple as stud earrings, and about how much grief ianthe gave her for daring to wear them.

nona loved crown.

something tells me that alecto might, too.

[melodic-haze]

I WAS WAITING FOR THE ASKBOX TO BE OPENED AGAIN WOOHOO…

anyway. How about a belly bulge from a strap with Robin? Like, trying out different straps with Robin and the one is bigger then the bigger belly bulge on her stomach is!!!

-🐿️

☆ — DEMO TRACK: sub!Robin x dom!fem!Reader

☆ — TYPE: NSFW

☆ — CONTENT WARNINGS: Reader with a strap but that's probably evident HAHAHA, squirting

☆ — NOTES: I JUMPED ohhh 🐿 how I love your mind ik you sent this when I last opened my askbox I'm so sorry it took this long 💀💀💀💀💀

I went crazy insane before sitting down to write this bc HOLY FUCK

For the record I'd like to think that this was Robin's initial idea. She got way too curious and decided to just maaaybe suggest experimenting with sizes :3

And maybe she wants to see how it feels to be stuffed silly but shhh you don't need to know that (you probably already know LOL)

You start with a smaller size before buying new ones that are bigger than the last......but you just can't help but notice that whenever you both look around the site for another one, she always seems to linger at a particularly large one before you gently nudge her and snap her out of whatever train of thought she was in

So you end up buying that exact one in secret before surprising her, in which case?

The moment you revealed your 'mystery gift', you find that you've never seen Robin's eyes practically sparkle this much in such a peculiar way; it shined with a humorous mix of surprise, amusement and heated desire.

"Is this..?"

"I've noticed your eye on it more than once—for a multi-talented performer, you're not exactly discreet," you joked.

She smiles bashfully, "I suppose I've let my excitement show once or twice..."

"Really."

She laughs in that melodic tone you've easily grown to love, "Oh, hush, you!"

But then her eyes drift back to the new toy you've bought her.. and her hand idly strokes the false appendage, the size comparison between it and her hand being.. definitely something.

You hadn't even realised you were staring at her (and her movements) until you heard her clearing her throat, "Y-Yes? Sorry, I didn't quite catch that."

She gives you a light smirk, the wings on her head lightly flapped as if it were tittering, "I was going to ask if you'd like to try it out on me but if you're preoccupied with something, then-- mmph! ..Mm..."

You had silenced her with a quick yet deep kiss, the dildo pressing down on both your stomachs and earning you an excited moan before you drew back, "Was that enough of an answer for you, angel?"

"Mhm..." Her hand went to feel the toy leaning on her stomach, as if a prelude for the real event, "More than satisfactory."

Oh god when you get down to it, it's like she's absolutely hypnotised. Robin's DEFINITELY a lot more, for the lack of a more eloquent term befitting for such a lovely lady 🥰, sluttier and you've found that out for a bit now, but you've never seen her like this—all that's happening right now is Robin blowing you and yet it's as if she's already so dumb and eager as she drools on your cock. Can't even fit it in her mouth, what's the chance that she'd fit in her cunt????

Turns out she's determined to have you (and your new toy) inside of her no matter what 🤷‍♀️ gotta respect the woman's perseverance 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

She winces when you try to put it in at first (with a LOT of questioning her beforehand about whether she's sure she can handle it, which she says she can but still) and you take your time with it, letting her adjust to the stretch little by bit. Something inside her wants you to just shove it all in but she 1) knows better and 2) doesn't want to worry you 🫶🫶🫶🫶

It takes a while but when you finally bottom out inside her she is WEAK AS HELLLLLLL❗️❗️ Her eyes are half-lidded, her breaths fast, drool gathering on the corner of her mouth.......oh she's already gone and you haven't even started moving yet

The moment you do though??? Ohhh boy oh boy oh BOYYYYYYY her wings are a DEFINITE tell on how she's feeling. With the way they're flapping and twitching as you piston her deeply, you can easily say she was enjoying it ☺️

And alsooo the moment you've all been waiting for :33333

You had been so distracted with your Halovian lover's reactions that you almost didn't notice the very noticeable bulge on her...

Oh. Oh.

"Robinnn..." You cooed with a clear smirk on your lips, "I'm sure you can manage to look down here, right? It'll be worth it."

You accentuate your point further by gently grazing your hand onto the evident bulge on her stomach disappearing and reappearing every time you plunged the strap inside her. She looks down at the feeling with unfocused eyes before they widen at the realisation...

And then you push.

The reaction you get is one you wish you recorded for preservation—she screams as her nails claw on the sheets underneath her, hips shaking up and pushing herself even further into your cock. The tip ends up hitting a particular spot and her eyes roll back as you feel some sort of pressure hitting onto your strap.

The moment you pull out, a jet of liquid squirts out and hits you and the strap both. It takes a while before her orgasm actually starts to recede.

...

And you need her to do that again, you resolve within yourself, as you use the wings on her hips as handlebars and pull her back on your dick without a warning.

You don't stop for a while, that much is clear

Yk what else is clear? That Robin's a SIIIIZE QUEEEEEN I love her 🥰🥰🥰 She's soooo stretched out and fucked out by the end of it and yk what the best part is???

She makes sure to show you just how much she appreciates her very big gift in any way you'd want ☺️☺️

She's gonna have so much fun the day after when she goes to work ahahahah no fr I'd say jokes but I'm really not. She'll think about what you've done and what you now have and she'll feel her pussy clench as she gets distracted by her own thoughts when she REALLY shouldn't be 😭

[livfastdieyoung69]

girl across the street with mikey berzatto on valentine’s day?👀does he finally make a move and buy her flowers?

hope you’re doing well!

I WAS JUST THINKING AB THIS YESTERDAY YOU MIND READER!!!!!

Mickey Berzatto & The Girl Across the Street

Mikey isn’t used to having to deal with Valentine’s day, but when Richie starts mumbling about having to get something for Tiff, he freezes. What the hell is he supposed to do?

They’re not…together, not really. Sure, he visits basically every night, even just for a couple minutes, and they text eachother dumb pictures from across the street, but he only had her number cause him and Richie had shown up drunk off their asses again and she was concerned they’d get run over or something. It’s under the contact ‘Hot Pizza Girl 🔥’ courtesy of the alcohol, he’s just never gotten around to changing it.

That’s obviously the only reason she’d want it, for emergencies, anyways. Not for any other reason. She definitely wasn’t about to give in and hound Richie for it or anything.

The point being, neither of them know what they’re doing, but Mikey really doesn’t know. She just doesn’t care all that much.

He doesn’t even know what to get her! He knows she likes the weird bands she’s got t-shirts for, and she likes all kinds of movies and TV shows that run on for too long. Likes reading a lot too, but the last time he asked what the book she was reading was about she started rambling about cannibals and he stopped asking after that. He knows she used to skateboard as a teenager and was forced to stop after she broke her left ankle in four places but still keeps up with the culture stuff, and that she smokes Newports.

He knows a lot about her, just nothing useful for Valentine’s Day. He’s grumbling around The Beef the rest of the day, hand resting against his forehead and pulling at his hair while he sits at the counter (where Richie usually is, but he was having a smoke) until his phone vibrates with a message.

Hot Pizza Girl 🔥

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It’s blurry from her shitty phone, just shaky enough that he knows she was laughing to herself while she took it, and he can barely tell it’s him through all the fuzziness.

He shakes his head at her like he always does and sends one of those selfies older men do with a mean mug and some kind of hand gesture.

Mikey (Beef 💪)

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You wanna see me so bad just tell me, don’t have to zoom in so much.

She sends back something else, sassing him into walking across the street. He’s already half way there when she sends it.

He opens the door, listening to the little bell go off but there isn’t much need for it, she’s still at the front counter she took the picture from. They go about each other the way they always do, lovesick grins and playful arguments. He doesn’t even realize how late it’s gotten until he catches a peak out the big front windows over her shoulder and everything’s been coated in dusk.

Up to anything Friday? He tries to play it off like it’s nothing, and she notices, but lets him get away with it. She’s doodling on a piece of scrap cardboard, leaning against the metal table they always find themselves at, and shrugs.

Work. She mumbles, Like every other Friday.

She doesn’t ask why he wants to know, and he just nods with a grunt. Fuck. He hadn’t even thought about that, they both work the day of, he couldn’t even offer to take her somewhere. It just kept getting harder and harder. He slips out the door soon after when the rush starts to pick up, yelling out a promise of seeing her tomorrow.

With no other option, he’s forced to go to basically the only married man he knows. Not that Richie’s much help. Really, all he said was to get flowers. What kinda fuckin’ flowers, Cousin? Roses almost fit her except they’re too boring but everything else he could find just wasn’t her at all.

Friday rolls around too fast. Mikey eventually decided on a couple things, with absolutely no help from Richie.

She’s got a tattoo on her upper arm that she’s got this habit of rubbing up and down when she starts rambling. He’d only seen peaks at it until the last time he and Richie dropped in, and she plopped down in the booth next to him. Mikey snuck his hand under her sleeve, thick fingers tracing the shapes of cartoon bats over a yellow moon.

I just like bats, y’know? She shrugged. They’re fuckin’ sick. She sounds as cool as she always does, as she is, and he just wants to hear her keep talking and if it’s what it takes, he’ll ask as many dumb questions as he has to for one more sentence. And she really likes these fucking bats, too. Knows everything.

He thinks about her every time the sky goes dark now, every time he sees a flock of wings flying over the moon, so he got her a bat stuffed animal. It’s a good one too, Sug approved. He called her to ask where to find good flowers, went to the expensive florist and everything. He’s still got no clue what kinda flowers they are, but they’re black, and dark red, a couple white, some look like the roses he liked and others are long and dangly and there’s these feathery ones too, all kinds of fancy shit- he really did try his best. Even remembered their conversation from months ago, about how she used to love Lego’s as a kid and picked out one of those pretty flower sets, too.

He was gonna do what he does every day and waltz across the street, but then Tina came into the office to ask him something and saw everything. She hadn’t meant to pick at him but she called him a sweet lover boy and brushed her hand over his blushing cheek. Then Richie saw it, and he did mean to pick on him, and called him a pussy.

Mikey didn’t mean to, but he was nervous about a girl for the first time in his fucking life, and just kept putting it off. He was going to go when he always does, when everyone else is doing prep, while he leaves all of his responsibilities for her, but then he was actually doing his prep, and then it was rush hour, and then he fought with Richie about something dumb and it was dark, and she was alone across the street and he was still so fucking nervous.

Not that Mikey knew, but she was staring at her phone in between every tossed dough, typing and deleting and retyping text messages after he didn’t show up earlier on.

The crew, they always did family before the rush (basically as soon as Mikey gets back from her), but sometimes on holidays that were small enough that the world kept turning and nothing shut down, everyone would sit down after they closed with a couple extra invited people.

Apparently, unbeknownst to Mikey, everyone had decided to do it for Valentine’s this year. They told him just as he was about to try and slip out, too. Even Sug and this dumbass guy she was seeing showed up, so did Tina’s son and the Fak’s always came to everything so of course they were there.

Mikey was so mad. He was so fucking mad, he just grumbled around in the back while everyone else was making family and laughing in the dining room, didn’t even go outside for a smoke. Didn’t want to see her all lonely across the street. No one was a stranger to his somewhat…erratic behavior at times, so it wasn’t questioned until Richie started gossiping, practically screaming that, Mikey’s a love sick fool for the enemy. How he was, Pussy whipped for a girl he ain’t even kissed yet!

Mikey’s yelling for Richie to come help for a second, but really he just pulls into the office and yells at him through clenched teeth about spreading his business around. He really didn’t care, hell, he’d shout it from the rooftops himself if she was right here with him, but it’s fucking Valentine’s day, and she isn’t right here, she’s across the street, leaning against the counter like she always is and he didn’t even get to fucking see her. It didn’t help that Richie was just being an asshole. But before Richie can tell him to back off, that he was just joking the front door swings open, and the dining room goes quiet. Tina’s stuttering through apologies, trying to tell whoever it is that they aren’t open.

Oh, no, sorry, I was just- is Mikey still here? He freezes when he hears her. She’s never been to The Beef, never even crossed the street, Mikey didn’t want to make her walk. Plus, he knew she didn’t like crowds all that much but now she was here in a room full of unknown people, asking for him. He’s never heard her voice that way, that quiet, or hesitant. It’s always just the two of them, and she’s all herself, even more so with Richie.

Tina’s clearly realized who it is, and is about to send her back to him before Mikey comes barreling out of the office. His eyes are wide, glistening a little and he steps into the dining room for the first time that night.

Hey, it’s all he can get out, and it’s breathless. Her hairs down, and just a little longer than he thought. She’s so perfect, the best thing he’s ever seen and here she is, with everyone else he loves.

Everyone else? Fuck, man, love?

He doesn’t have time to think about that, not when she smiles at him, grinning up through long eyelashes, and now the rest of her is back. It’s just the two of them now, even in the room full of people, and she’s shoving a small box towards him.

Got you somethin’, she mutters, crossing her arms and folding up into her shoulders when he takes it. Didn’t know you were eatin’ or nothin’, thought you’d be hungry.

The room had gone back to their conversations, but when Mikey opens the pizza box and laughs louder than they’d heard in a long, long time, everything else fizzles away.

Oh, Sweetheart, and he shakes his head the way he always does, gazing back up for the messily heart-shaped pizza and the note hidden on the top part of the cardboard, her pretty handwriting, the kind of pretty that other girls in elementary school would’ve been jealous of, asking him, ‘Be My Valentine?’

She’s still smiling at him, all pretty and shy, hiding laughter behind her hand and Mikey’s got no clue how he managed to grab ahold of her, but he can see exactly why she’s got him. He lets the box land on the closest table with a thud, and pulls her into his warm, strong hold. They can’t stop laughing, and she’s looking up at him, this time her chins against his chest and Mikey’s pretty sure she’s gonna kill him, is this a no? She finally gets out.

No, no, his hands, all big and comforting like the rest of him wrap around the base of her neck pulling her back just enough to look at her better. It’ll always be yes, baby, yeah. Always.

That’s a big promise there, Mikey, her hands are gliding up to hold over his for barely a second before they rush over the rest of his arms and rest near the crease of his elbows. Sugs somewhere close, near enough that Mikey can hear her awing and cooing with Tiff, but with his girl right here, everything else is all muffled.

He wants to tell her he plans to keep that promise, but all he does is grin down at her for a minute, holding her close before he picks his pizza up off the table. It was his favorite too, little bit of extra sauce, well done, pepperoni and bacon. She never made it for him cause she wanted to steal a slice and bacon made her stomach hurt. C’mere, his hands are nudging her hips now, tilting his head towards the back, got somethin’ for you.

They disappear into the back and Richie’s immediately making fun on them, but Tina’s shaking her head across the table while Tiff and Sug tell him off.

You didn’t have to get me nothin, she tells him, looking down at their tangled fingers from behind him.

‘Course I did, he insists and pulls her back into his side, wrapping an arm around her shoulder. What kinda guy would I be if I didn’t get my Valentine somethin’?

She pushes him a little, but there’s nothing behind it so Mikey just grins some more and opens the office door for her. His hands are following behind her, warm and calloused fingertips brushing on her back.

Mikey, she stops and looks back at him when she sees it all laid out on his cramped desk, on top of all the scattered papers. He nudges her forward again.

What, you don’t like it? Thats the dumbest question she’s ever heard, so she doesn’t even answer it. She picks the bat up first, obviously, cradling it like it’s the most precious thing on Earth and falls against Mikey’s chest.

You didn’t have to do all this, it’s muttered into him and so soft, and she’s still so perfect, he can’t imagine not doing it. Mikey’s speechless, like they’d just met again, and hell, the way his hearts going it might be the last. He kisses her head and holds her closer. You wanna, um, she’s looking back up at him too, and he’s even more of a goner, you wanna maybe, get outta here, go to my place? He can feel the heat creeping up under her skin while she asks, it’s alright if you don’t, Mikey, everyone’s here, go eat- she tries to pull away from him but his hand slips upwards to hold her cheek in his big palm and he shakes his head no.

I eat that shit too much, ‘n I got the best pizza in the world right here, just callin’ my name, he sounds kinda stupid but it doesn’t really matter cause she’s laughing and falling back into him again.

They sneak out the back door, which Mikey’s used to doing alone on the way to see her, so it’s nice to already have her right there. He holds everything they got eachother- cause he’s a gentleman- except the bat, she won’t put it down, and in the back of his mind he’s patting himself on the back. They take his truck cause he doesn’t want to use any of her gas no matter how close she lives and her fingers tangle back up with his over the gear shift.

She puts his pizza in the air fryer but it’s lukewarm by the time they get back to it, and he eats it in on the couch, and she sits next to him, all cuddled up, basically on top of him, and she doesn’t have pants on, and this has to fucking be heaven.

He wakes up tangled in her sheets, his torso pressed against her back, and she’s sound asleep, holding onto the bat for dear life.

His phones long forgotten on the coffee table, right next to the Legos he spent all night watching her put together, with a text from Sugar, sent the night before, something about how she’s proud of him for how much better he’s been and how he better keep this one.

God, he fucking plans on it.

[spidybaby]

Stressed

Summary: When he's stressed and worried about work, that's the only thing on his mind.

Warnings: angst because I'm a sucker for it 😤

A/N: So I'm inspired, and you already know I love angst, I breathe angst, I eat angst. (Okay, I'm done exaggerating), but lemme know how you are? Are you drinking water? Hope you're fine 💐❤️

Since Kylian sent that letter to the higher-ups of PSG about not wanting to stay until 2025, everything is drama.

The french tabloids, for some reason, want him to look bad, want him to look like this ungrateful man.

He's experiencing too much pressure, Sergio leaving, Lionel leaving, possibly Verrati leaving. It was a mess. The whole teams is.

Especially now that this dumb reporter, her name is Sam, she's all over him about the whole side of him about the leaving, the selling, the quitting of Galtier. He's done with her, with the other reporters, with the ultras hating him for even breathing.

"Don't worry, Kyky, everything's going to be fine." Sergio pat his back, Kylian was one of the first ones to know about his retirement of the club. "Don't let that chick got to you."

"I just want her away from me." He drinks too fast for what he's used to. "Can't she cover something else?"

"Look, hermano." Ney says, he had to deal with the same reporter a few months before. "Just tell her something completely different from what she's asking, and she'll leave."

He knows she just wants to write something before anyone else, something that comes from his own, not for speculation. "Lie to her."

He scuff, it's not that easy to be away from her when she's also part of the PSG press people. She has access to everywhere. That makes him uncomfortable.

"Mira Kylian." Leo says. He's not new to this whole press drama. "Just don't mind her, ignore her, saying you have to be somewhere." He smiles, nodding to his advice.

Leo and Sergio are the ones he trusts with this media hate. They're goats, and they come from a long road. He can't deny that even Neymar is an expert. But he's been there for his own stupid mind, even tho he denied it.

He followed the advice Leo gave him, always ignoring her, saying the usual bonjour or a revoir. Nothing else.

That made her mad. She even asked Galtier for his number, not caring about writing him. That took him to the limit. He couldn't escape her. She was everywhere and anywhere at the same time.

"Don't stress, mon amour." You say kissing his cheek. You're massaging him, wanting to help him relax. "I know it's hard, but I'm here for you. It's only you and me."

You tried everything for him to relax, you didn't know the whole story. He never told you about this reporter. So you only think it's because of the whole letter drama.

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"Bonjour, Kylian." Sam says, looking at him. She's blocking the door of the lockers. "Can we talk." She raised her eyebrows.

"I'm busy." He tries to pass her, but she's not moving, and the last thing he wants is touching her or making any type of contact. "Please move."

"Just five minutes." She says, begging him. "And I'll leave you alone forever."

"I prefer you to leave me alone now." His voice is this deep tone. He's done with her games. "Get out of the way." He ask nicely.

"Four minutes." She begged again.

"Sam, out of the way."

"Three."

He breathes deeply, and he's losing his temper. "I'll say it only one more time, and believe me, that I hate repeating myself." He grabs her arm, not hard but the right amount of pressure to move her gently. "I'm busy." He's mad. His whole day is ruined, thanks to her.

He enters his car, asking the driver to take him home. He's supposed to go to his mother's house, but he's too mad for that.

He arrived home funding. His train bag is now on the floor, you're home early, and you notice the noise, thinking maybe he fell.

"Are you okay?" You ask from your bedroom. Maybe he's hurt. "Ky? Amour?" You talk louder this time.

After a few minutes, you hear the footsteps on the stairs. A very agitated Kylian enters the room. "Hi, handsome." You say, opening your arms to him.

"Remember how you said you can take the stress out of me?" He sais breathless, you nod smiling. "Do it."

You throw the covers away from you. Ready to attack your boyfriend with kisses and attention. Your lips feel heavy on his own. He's tense. You can feel him.

There was no other reason for his mind to be elsewhere, hes uncomfortable by the fact that he has Sam on the back of his head, tunning after him, basically harrassi him.

There's no other reason for him to focus on anything other than you. The way your lips feel on his neck, the way your hands are touching the right places, the way you're making him feel good.

His hips are moving to a very fast pace. He's not one to take his frustration on you, but the way you're moaning his name and how your nails are scratching his back is making him lose control.

He doesn't know how, but it happens. He can't take her name out of his mind, now even when you're taking him so well.

When he dips his hips at a certain angle, the back of your head digs further into the pillow, and he attacks the exposed side of your neck. He's leaving red marks, marking you as his. The groan that's escaping his lips are pornographyc.

You could feel nothing but him, the weight of his body over yours, the thin layer of sweat on his back under your fingertips and on his forehead, making the hair close to your neck to stick to it.

What's making the entire situation so much worse is the fact that no matter how much he tries, he can't stop thinking about her. Not in a sexual way, but angrily wanting her to go away, to leave his mind alone.

His hand is griping your waist so hard. He knows he'll leave a mark. Moans coming out of his mouth. “Fuck, you feel so good.” he goes faster, knowing by the sounds you're making that you're close.

"Sam-" that's when he stops. His whole body stop. He doesn't know why he's saying her name. His eyes are open in a panic.

"Get off," you say out of breath. Your heart is beating as fast as if it's going off your body. "Get off of me."

You push his shoulders for him to get off of you. He pulled out and tried to explain. "Y/n, please, I didn't mean to do that."

Your mind is lost, one moment you're under him, holding him closer, kissing him and enjoying him.

And now you're pushing him away, not wanting him to touch you. You grab the covers of the bed. You wrap it around your body before running to the bathroom.

"Amour, please." He tries to grab your arms. "Amour." He almost catch you, but he's not fast enough.

The next thing he knows is you slamming the door in his face. He can hear the way you're breathing and how you sob. The sound is making his heart hurt.

"I promise I wasn't-" he can't even think of an excuse. He's fucked up, he's hearing the way you're crying and can't think of how to solve it. "Listen, she's a reporter that has been harassing me. She's always on me, and I".

You open the door, interrupting his explanation. You're standing there, tears running down your face, blanket around your body, eyes sad.

"Mon amour." He doesn't know if he can touch you. He doesn't want to make you more uncomfortable than what you already are. "I promise it's not what you think."

You pass him, walking to the room to get your clothes, dressing yourself again, hurried to get away from him.

"Please don't go." He says, hand grabbing your arm. "Please, let me explain." He feels like crying, not wanting to let go.

"Not now." You get off his hold. "I can't do this. Please get away from me." You push him lightly.

"Don't go, I'll go, but you don't have to go." He dresses himself, not wanting you to leave. "I'm fucking sorry." Your back is facing him. You can't look at him in the eyes.

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The past week, you were running away from Kylian, leaving extra early for work and returning while he was still training.

For him, it was hard not being able to speak with you. But you needed time, and he's willing to let you have it. Even if that hurt him in the process.

For you, it's been weird. You can't wrap your mind around the fact of what's going on. For you, it hurts that he didn't trust you enough to talk to you about what's happening, and the other part of you is your ego being hurt by him naming another girls name.

You were sure with a talk and being honest, you both can make up. You trusted him when he says he has never been with her, but you also needed to know the whole story.

The sound of keys jiggling is the way you know he's home. When he walks he sees you sitting on the couch.

He's tired, everyone is hating on him for the stupid tabloids, and he can't even find comfort in your arms because he hurt you without intended to.

"Can we talk?" He swears the sound of your voice is magical. He missed it. He missed you. He nods and takes a seat next to you. "Who's Sam?"

He didn't hesitate to detail the whole thing. The things his playmates advised him. "Kylian, why didn't you report her to the management?" You're mad, not with him but with her for being such a bitch and harass him about a stupid football news.

"Because I thought she was going to leave me alone." He yells, frustrated. "I can't do this anymore."

You hug him, caressing his back and him cry his frustration. His not crying about her. He's crying about the news, about the hate, about the media not leaving him alone.

"I'm here, don't cry." You kiss the top of his head. "I'm sorry I didn't hear you before."

"It's not you, I'm the one who made the mistake of letting her abuse her power." He let you dry his tears. "I'm so done."

"It's not your fault. Don't say that." You kiss his cheeks. "You're fine now, I'm not letting her or anyone hurt you or make you feel uncomfortable." You hugged him. Promising you'll never let him feel that way again.

[meguwumibear]

yakuza!shouto x reader writing warm up

you fucked up.

badly.

broke into the wrong place at the worst time.

in your defense, you've been casing the joint for hours. it was supposed to be empty. how the hell were you supposed to know it was anything but?

the scene before you is gruesome. the body on the floor still warm. and the killers? yeah, they're staring straight at your dumb fucking ass.

you just had to choose this fucking house to break into. didn't you? what shitty fucking luck—not that you've ever been on particularly good terms with the lady. besides, you're really a horrible thief. too loud. too clumsy. probably should've gone into construction instead.

you're fast at least. from all these years of running. you're good at creating space, at keeping a distance between yourself and others. thank fuck for that because if your speed fails you now you are most certainly going to eat a bullet for dinner.

maybe a bullet wouldn't be so bad actually. you've had worse things to eat. what kind of metals are in bullets anyway? your anemic ass could certainly use some iron.

focus.

there's a car running in the driveway. likely an escape vehicle which means it would be an absolutely stupid thing to steal. the assholes are probably tracking it somehow. hitmen do shit like that, right? they keep close watch on their property?

the footsteps behind you are close. way too close for comfort.

fuck it. whatever. gambling's never been your vice, but it's probably worth the risk. you'll just hightail it out of here and ditch the car the moment you get the chance.

the driver's side door swings open when you pull at the handle.

idiots. who forgets to lock their fucking getaway car?

no matter. you're not one to look gift stupidity in the mouth. those morons can eat your fucking dust.

you throw the car in reverse and slam your foot on the pedal just as two hulking forms come into view. they have their weapons raised, poised to shoot.

tires screech on gravel as you tear down the driveway. you keep your head low in case your pursuers decide to empty their entire magazine into the back seat in a last ditch effort to kill you.

the rain of bullets never comes.

odd.

they probably could've hit you. is the car you're in worth so much they wouldn't risk dinging it?

the moment you hit the city you pull the car into a narrow alleyway and shift gears into park.

the night is too quiet and still. it does nothing to keep your mind off of your rabbiting heart. the stupid fucking thing is beating so fast you're certain you're setting some sort of world record.

you take a long deep breath in to steady yourself, relaxing your grip on the wheel.

"i'd torch the thing if i were you," comes a voice from the backseat. "you're dead if they find even a trace of something that could lead them to you."

that rabbiting heart of yours? yeah, it near about stops. you can barely find the courage to turn to meet the eyes of whoever the fuck you just took for a joyride.

the man is beautiful in a way that cuts like a knife. lean build. smooth skin...well mostly smooth anyway. there's what looks like a long since healed burn around his left eye.

the man also has a gun in his hand. he's not pointing it at you. he's not even fucking looking at you. he has his elbow propped on the window and his head resting in his hand.

yeah, you are so totally screwed.

"arson's not really my thing, but thanks for the tip," you reply, throwing open the door. it hits the brick wall of the alley with a dull thud.

you wince at the impact, wondering how much it costs to buff that kind of dent out of a car like this.

you chance a glance behind you, and the man is looking at you now, red eyebrows raised in amusement.

fuck.

motherfucker's toying with you.

there isn't a large enough gap for you to wriggle out of the car, and you don't have the strength to yank the door closed again now that you've so dimwittedly sandwiched it into the wall.

the asshole in the back's just watching you. he seems curious what you'll do next.

psh, as if the solution isn't obvious.

you start the car, moving the gear stick into drive, and slowly scrape your way down the alleyway, aiming for the entrance.

"bit conspicuous, don't you think?"

"shut up," you spit, stopping the car nonetheless. "like you could come up with anything better."

a lazy smile touches the corner of his lips.

"i'd never get myself into such a predicament. i would have-" the man is cut off by a buzzing in his pocket.

holy shit he has a phone on him?!

"do you mind?" he asks, answering the call anyway. "i kind of need to take this."

[elisalsaa]

The Beetle Debacle

My poll on which one shot to finish is almost done and it tied last I checked - so I figured I would finish this one up first since it is older and covers them when they are younger! I wrote this for shits and giggles (inspired by there being a daddy long legs on my work desk a few weeks ago)

Summary: Elisa and Sebastian venturing into a cave during fifth year--their friendship still growing. This is the dumb stupid story of the dramatic first time he ever saw the brave ancient magic wielder get scared.

1500 words, short and fun.

I hope you enjoy? 🫠╰(*°▽°*)╯ I made sunshine baby sad looking just for this and now i feel bad cuz she does look sad, someone hug her pls lol. but when i envisioned her ugly crying face i envisioned one like anya's from spy x family dfsufhuhf

 Elisa and Sebastian were exploring yet another eerie location in his ambitious hunt for something to help his sister. This time, it was another cave that supposedly contained something useful. Shadows flickered against the walls as their wands guided them through the dim and damp caverns. Sebastian walked on confidently with Elisa trailing behind, her keeping an eye out for any danger as well as keeping her eye out for any moonstone she could bring back to Professor Weasley for the Room of Requirement.

“Don't fall too far behind, now,” Sebastian called over his shoulder, his voice echoing off the walls. “Don’t want you getting lost. I know it’s awfully…scenic in here.”

She rolled her eyes, quickening her pace to catch up. “I’m not going to get lost. You are the one who always walks too fast.”

He smirked, his voice a teasing tone. “Excuses, excuses.”

She stuck her tongue out at him, mildly irritated by his tone, although it faded quickly. They continued, their conversations filling the air as they navigated their way around. It grew darker and darker as they went in, their wands the only illumination at this point. Elisa tried to stay close to him to avoid any risks of separation posing.

Without warning, a powerful gust of wind, so strong it could have been conjured by a Ventus charm, tore through them from the outside, sending their wands flying from their hands. In an instant, darkness swallowed them whole.

“Elisa?” Sebastian called out after a slight sigh of annoyance. “Where are you? Did you move from where you were?”

“I’m here,” her voice wavered, coming from just in front of him. It was a small, uncertain tone he’d never heard from her before. He took a step forward to follow her voice, but she had the same idea, and they bumped right into each other. “S-Sorry!” Elisa’s voice was closer now, just a breath away; Sebastian’s hands instinctively moved upon contact to where he presumed her arms were, steadying her.

“It’s alright, it’s not like you knew I was so close,” he said, his voice low and reassuring as he held her steady in the dark. “We just have to find our damn wands. How did so much wind even get in here?”

She tilted her head, not that he could see, and felt his hands move off her arms. “I’m not sure, I wonder if it was that phenomenon known as cave breathing. It felt like it was due to pressure.” She answered, more to herself than anything. “Regardless, I feel as though I am in a horror novel. Do you suppose Accio might work even if we aren’t holding our—”

She was cut off by a loud sound, causing her to jump and instinctively latch onto his arm in front of her. He felt his heart skip a beat at her sudden and admittedly tight hold on him. Her curls brushed against his neck ever so slightly, soft and sweet-smelling, and his mind went blank for a moment. He didn’t know what to do. He wasn’t used to this type of contact with her—plus, she was always so cheerful, so steady. And now she was holding onto him like he was her lifeline.

 “It’s… it’s alright,” he murmured. His chest grew tight as he became painfully aware of every point of contact between them. Merlin have mercy. He was suddenly grateful for the darkness, knowing his face was probably reddening a smidge. But admittedly, this was a little bit entertaining, too, so he had to have a little fun with it. “It was probably some kind of undiscovered beast here to eat our flesh off for intruding.” he added in an impish tone.

“I hate you, Sallow, I hope you know that.” She replied in an effort to sound flat, though there was still a playful edge in her tone. “And if something tries to eat our flesh off, I am sacrificing you since it was your idea to go here to begin with.”

“You don’t hate anyone. Besides, a loyal little Hufflepuff like you would never do something like that,” he quipped, amusement still evident in his voice. He knew he was right, and so did she.

But then, as if for comedic effect in a cartoon, Elisa’s body tensed once again as she felt a sudden tickle on her leg. She assumed it was nothing until the sensation was traveling, and tantalizingly slow—not going away. She finally registered that there were multiple tiny and spindly legs tickling her skin through the thin fabric of her tights as the sensation continued to make its way up her leg. A bug. “Se-Sebastian—”

“What now?”

As the bug made its trek higher up her leg, a startled shriek barely escaped her. In her panic, she instinctively backed into him—harder than she intended—her squirming and kicking only making things worse. Though he couldn’t see what was happening, he certainly felt it. Thrown off balance, he slipped, and with her still clutching onto him, they tumbled to the hard cave floor. She landed right on top of him as he hit the ground with a thud, landing right on his ass.

“Th-There’s something on my leg!” She squealed in horror, her hands clinging to his robes as if she didn’t just knock the poor boy down with him cushioning her.

He let out a groan at the harsh impact. “Bloody hell!” he yelped. Luckily enough somehow, in the seemingly chaotic mess he was now in, he shifted slightly and felt his hip land painfully on something hard. His wand. His mind snapped into action as he grabbed it and held it up. “Hold still for a moment—Lumos!” Light burst from his wand tip, illuminating the cave in a soft glow. His eyes immediately darted to Elisa’s leg, where a tiny, harmless beetle was crawling.

A beetle.

Elisa, who had bravely taken on Acromantulas as if it were just another day in her life, was now on his lap, tears streaming down her face, her expression contorted into the ugliest, most dramatic cry-face he had ever seen as she clung to him for dear life.

He didn’t mean to laugh—really, he didn’t. But the absurdity of it all hit him, and a wheeze escaped before he could stop himself, laughter bubbling up uncontrollably. “Are you—are you serious?” he choked out between laughs. “You—you were crying over a beetle?!”

Elisa felt her heart stutter for a moment as he leaned forward to flick the bug right off her leg, his face momentarily coming up right next to hers as his body pressed against her back, his laughter in her ear. Suddenly, her face turned to a bright red that was now visible under the glow of Sebastian’s wand as she realized what had happened—her mortified expression somehow managing to be both pitiful and hilarious at the same time. “It was—it was on me!” she protested, her voice cracking as she scrambled off him, shifting to sit next to him as she frantically brushed her leg as if the beetle’s mere memory was enough to send her into another fit. “I-I hate bugs!”

Sebastian lost it. Here they were, in a cave looking for clues to something as serious as uncovering the secrets of Isidora and a potential cure for Anne, and they had to halt because of a tiny beetle. Ridiculous. He was flat on his back now, his head resting on the cold stone floor as he howled with laughter. “Oh, Merlin’s beard, Elisa—” He continued to laugh at the sheer absurdity of it all.

“Stop laughing!” she shrieked, her face going even redder as her fists clenched in her lap. “It’s not funny!” She insisted, but she quickly felt her features soften. She had never seen him laugh like that before, and it was kind of infectious. Cute, even, she thought to herself. She felt her panic dissolve as she couldn’t resist the urge to chuckle a little at it herself, realizing now how ridiculous she probably looked.

As he finished, Sebastian sat back up and looked at her, shaking his head. “Alright, alright…I’m done,” he promised, holding his hands up in surrender. “I’m sorry, that just caught me off guard. Now I know that next time a terrifying beetle attacks, I’ll be sure to save you,” he teased, his grin returning as he nudged her shoulder.

She rolled her eyes at him and swatted his arm.  “If you tell a single soul, I’m not helping you with this whole search anymore.” She threatened, although both knew her words were empty.

“Okay, okay—you got it. Now come on, let’s find your wand.” He laughed, standing up and offering her his hand.

She hesitated, then took his hand, letting him pull her up with ease. “Thank you.”

He smirked, squeezing her fingers before letting go. “Anytime, crybaby.”

Sebastian Sallow was going to be the death of her, she swore.

[seven-seas-of-rhye-bread]

A Fate Worse Than Death- Part 4

okayyyy we got a sad and angsty one here, be forewarned!

Warning: sad stuff, death, longing... angsty shit

Disclaimer: I am but a dumb bitch who knows nothing. Also this will be playing fast and loose with canon events going forward.

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Weee, enjoy

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The fading sun cast shadows in the kitchen of Lucilla and Marcus's home as Aia bent low and carefully stoked the oven fires with more wood. It had been 3 days since Aia joined the household, and though she had been brought under the guise of a companion for Lucilla, she preferred to stay busy, especially helping the cook, Horatia, in the kitchen. 

Lucilla appeared in the doorway, looking beautiful as ever in a flowing stola, "Albina, may I borrow you for a moment?" 

Aia followed her out of the kitchen and down to the courtyard, where Marcus waited in a corner. Lucilla checked their surroundings, ensuring no other servants were around. "Aia, we'll need you to accompany us to the Colosseum tomorrow." Aia knew there were games arranged in honor of Marcus's conquests, but why would she need to go? She didn't find the appeal in watching men kill each other for sport. Yes, she was supposed to be a companion for Lucilla, but in the absence of Marcus, who would certainly be at the games with her. 

"Why would I need to go?" she asked, her brow furrowing in concern.

 Lucilla and Marcus exchanged a look before he explained, "when Geta sold you to me, he made a stipulation that I would have to bring you to whatever games and celebrations I go to..."

"If he was happy to be rid of me, then why does he want me around?"

Marcus sighed in frustration, " he said that you have to come... in case-- as he said-- he wanted another... 'taste'"

Aia stood in stunned silence, feeling heat rise to her cheeks and embarrassment wash over her. 

"Oh." was all she could muster. 

Lucilla took Aia's hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze, "we'll do anything to keep that from happening... and I think, at least for the games, he'll be too distracted by his blood lust to notice you." Aia nodded, resigned to the fact that she would have to face Geta again. She had only been with Lucilla and Marcus for a few days, but she  already trusted them-- trusted that they would protect her in every way they could. 

Later that evening, long after the household had gone to bed, Aia still laid awake in her small room, thinking about tomorrow. She hoped Lucilla was right, that Geta would be enthralled by the fighting, and it wasn't hard to imagine him being rapt by the games.

She got out of bed, putting on her simple robe and wandered out of her room. Aia had intended to get a drink of water, or perhaps something stronger, to help her sleep, but as she passed by the library, she saw firelight stretch from beneath the door across the tiled floor.

She peaked around the door out of curiosity and saw Marcus, browsing through scrolls that lined one of the shelves that covered the entire room. 

Aia was about to leave him be, but he had caught a glimpse of her and said, quietly, " you can come in..." 

She stepped into the room gingerly, closing the door behind her. She had caught a glimpse of the large library when she first came here, but never dared to venture in, though Lucilla never forbade her.

 "Do you know how to read?" Marcus inquired, leaning back against a shelf, facing her. 

She shook her head, " a little.. but not Latin.. I doubt I could read anything in here."

"Marcus Aurelius-- Lucilla's father- was an avid reader, and writer. Most of these books belonged to him. He wrote some, too."

"Was he any good?" she asked with a hint of cheek.

Marcus smiled, " yes, he was, actually. He wrote of a free, equal Rome."

"Ah, so even the Gauls would be treated with respect?"

"Even Gauls.." he confirmed with a wiry smile. 

Marcus observed Aia as she lightly touched a scroll, feeling the thin, fragile paper between her fingers, "Do you miss it? Gaul, I mean..." 

Aia stepped forward to him, still running her hands along the scrolls, liking the feel of them on her fingers-- she had so rarely touched parchment.

 She answered his question with her own, "don't you miss your home when you're off campaigning?" 

He nodded, " I do. I'm sorry you were taken, I'm sorry that you had to.." he cleared his throat, "endure Geta..." 

She burned at the memory, the helplessness she felt in the palace--how she wished for a swift death. 

"It's over now." Aia said singularly, all she cared to say about that situation, "and I have you to thank for that." 

She had still found it hard to comprehend that Marcus would do such a thing as asking Geta for her, after Aia had only spoken to him briefly that night. What Aia didn't know was that Marcus had been enamored by her beauty and her strength of will that night. The thought that Geta had had his way with her made him sick to his stomach. And the fact that Geta had hinted that he could want her again, made him even sicker, and more desperate to dethrone the twins. 

"And Lucilla..." Marcus added.

 "She's a great woman, isn't she?" 

Marcus nodded, "she's beloved by all of Rome, including me... but she's never been mine, really."

Aia tilted her head, confused by what Marcus had just said, "but you're married?"

"We are-- but her heart had always belonged to another. Ours is a marriage of convenience--we do love each other, but we are only companions." 

Aia wasn't sure what to say, she felt bad for Marcus-- a handsome man who seemed weary of war, to never be wed for love?

"Are you married?" he asked finally, after a moment of silence between them. 

"I am... or, I was. I don't know anymore. He was a good man, though I hadn't been with him long before..."

"Was?" Marcus asked, moving closer to her-- he wished he could ask her all about her life in Gaul, he would soak up every detail she gave him, hang on her every word.

 "I don't know if I'll ever see him again... " 

"I'm sorry, Albina, I shouldn't pry." 

Aia gave him a gentle smile, "it's alright.. I should get back to bed though, long day tomorrow..."

 She turned to leave, but Marcus caught her arm in his gentle but calloused grasp, "please know that I'd sooner kill Geta than let him have you again..." 

His grip was warm on her arm, his thumb gently caressing the soft, smooth skin. She looked at Marcus, her heart aching oddly and suddenly-- reminded of the love of her husband, and his willingness to protect her at all cost.

Aia gave him a small smile as his hand fell from her arm, " I know you would."  _____________

The next day was unbearably hot in Rome. The sun hung in the middle of the sky, beating down mercilessly, not a cloud in sight as Marcus, Lucilla and Aia made their way into the colosseum.

The stench of half of Rome crammed into one place was almost unbearable, Aia could understand why Lucilla chose to carry around lavender.

Aia felt sick with nerves as they made their way to the Emperors' cubiculum. She was reassured by Marcus's words last night, that he would kill Geta before he could ever get his hands on her again, but the thought of even seeing him made her stomach churn.

Aia hung back behind both Marcus and Lucilla as the emperors entered the Imperial box ahead of them. They were sickening gleeful, giddy as children to watch men be slaughtered for their entertainment.

As Lucilla and Marcus made their way to the box, Aia hesitated, her feet feeling heavy as led in the new sandals Lucilla had provided her. Lucilla noticed Aia's absence and grabbed her hand and led her up the stairs.

 She felt breathless as the arena and stands full of Romans came into view. She had never seen somewhere so grand in size, it was overwhelming. Sitting behind Lucilla's chair, she observied both the crowd and the emperors. As Geta invited a reluctant Marcus to address the people, Aia caught his eye. He gave her a wicked grin and nodded, to which she averted her gaze, looking down into her lap at her trembling hands. 

The games began in short order, with a raucous cheer from the stands as the gladiators entered the arena, followed by another gladiator atop a rhinoceros. 

Aia closed her eyes tight, not wanting to see the bloodshed, but she could unfortunately hear it loud and clear, along with the continued cheering. She prayed to the Gods that it would be over swiftly, but as she prayed she heard her name called by none other than Geta.

Her eyes sprang open to see him beckoning her. Marcus and Lucilla watched with concern as Aia made her way down to his throne, keeping her eyes on the floor.

Geta pulled her onto his knee and gave her a kiss, "don't close your eyes! You're missing all the glory! All the blood too!"

He grasped her face and turned it toward the arena, his fingers digging painfully into her cheeks. He watched her face, and shouted for her to look, keeping his eyes on her, making sure Aia was a witness to the carnage.

Her eyes filled with tears as she observed the bloody gravel and the mangled bodies strewn across the ground. She started to cry, and Geta yelled at her to keep her eyes open.

It was then, as she opened up her eyes again, that her eyes trained on a particular gladiator, she knew his face in an instant-- her husband's brother, Manus.

She gasped at the realization, but luckily Geta didn't note what she was gasping for, thinking it was at one gladiator decapitating another, ending the battle then and there. 

The crowd cheered once more, the final death bringing everyone to their feet, including the emperors.

Aia took this moment to move back towards Lucilla and Marcus while Geta was distracted. Marcus noticed the concerned look on Aia's face, still unbelieving of who she saw. 

"Whats wrong? Did he hurt you?" he asked, his voice lowering with anger. 

Aia shook her head, " I know one of the gladiators..." she turned to Lucillla, "please, is there any way I can go down there? Speak to him?" 

Marcus agreed to take Aia down to where the gladiators were taken, while Lucilla went home. She had noticed a change in demeanor with Lucilla, a sort of dazed look in her eyes, her face pale as if she had just seen a ghost. But right now Aia was focused on the ghost she had seen herself, and her heart beat wildly as they made their way down to the cells. 

"What is his name?" Marcus asked as they approached the gate. 

"Manus" she whispered. 

After Marcus talked to the guards, one of them led them down the dark and dingy way. She instinctively got closer to Marcus, finding a sense of safety in presence among the men as they made their way through the noisy and crowded halls that smelled of the copper tang of blood and sweat. 

"Manus!" the guard shouted towards a group of men who were removing their armor.

She saw him turn around, his face battered and bruised, blood trickling from a long cut above his eye-- but she was sure it was him. 

"Aia!" Manus shouted as he made his way over, his eyes wide in disbelief, "thank Gods you're alive! What are you doing here?"

Aia wasn't sure how to answer, "I work in a household here in Rome... when did you get captured?" 

Marcus stepped aside, but still in safe reach of Aia, not wanting to intrude on what was surely a personal conversation. 

"About a fortnight after you were taken... we went out after you."

"We?" Aia asked, her stomach in knots. 

"Me, Dago... some others too."

Her voice caught in her throat, " is he here? Was he killed?" 

She moved towards the crowd of gladiators, looking desperately at the faces. She hadn't even considered that Dago might be with Manus, and her heart wrenched to think he had been killed in front of her. 

Tears began to fall as she searched the crowd, but Manus pulled her back to the side. 

"Aia.." Manus said, taking her hands.  "What Manus... what? You tell me right now is he--" her voice faltered again, unable to say the last word. Manus remained silent, his eyes cast down. 

"You tell me now! Say it!" she shouted, drawing attention as she pushed Manus, a man of considerable size.  

He spoke finally, his voice full of sadness and regret, "He is dead, Aia-- he's dead." 

She leaned against Manus as she began to cry in earnest. Deep down, she felt that she had known already, that she had felt the shift in the world now that he was no longer a part of it. She also felt completely and utterly responsible for both Dago's death and Manus's capitivity. And, when she thought about it-- Manus' likely death in the colosseum. 

She felt a strong and reassuring arm around her, Marcus was holding her up, whispering in her ear that he was going to take her home.

She promised Manus that she would see him again-- hoping that perhaps Marcus and Lucilla would be able to free him with their impending plans. A carriage took them home in silence, a sense of  numbness settling over her.

Marcus hugged her to him but he did not offer any words of solace, for he knew that they would ring hollow, he said only, "I'm sorry," and left it at that. 

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[noharaaa]

𝒮𝓌𝒶𝓃𝙋𝙪𝙣𝙠: 𝘚𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘍𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 (sneak peek)

Pairing: Hobie Brown x Josephine Jameson! Fem!Spider-Ballerina OC!

Author’s Note: A glimpse of Jobie's first official meeting shown here. This is a draft version, so the actual material may alter from this but still have the same general idea once I release it.

This beautiful spider OC belongs to anon tagged below. Please check out their blog if you haven’t yet. They post a wonderful Jobie art.

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(RE-EDITED because I’m a raging perfectionist who cringes at any slight errors.)

Self doubt and criticism. Those were the only thoughts racking her brain. She just couldn’t catch a break no matter how she tried. The voice in the back of her head was always there, pointing out everything she messed up.

Everything she thinks she is.

Failure. Not good enough.

Here, Josephine was again. Spiralling. Drowning in her own negativity.

Why couldn’t she be perfect? Why couldn’t she be enough? What was the point of even-

“Oi, your shoes are a bit mashed up, innit?”

A random voice snapped her right out of her thoughts, like a bucket of ice water spilled over her. She blinked, still a bit lost, her ears almost twitching to wonder whoever said that random comment. Her head was still a foggy mess from her bundle of thoughts.

“My what?”

Blissful. She had no idea what the guy just said.

But there he was, leaning against the doorframe, all nonchalant. Tall, intimidating in a laid-back kind of way, with hair that made him look even taller. She could barely make out his silhouette near the bright doorway, too weighed down by her own mess.

It took her a moment to adjust her eyes, realizing that he was looking at her shoes. Her head tilted downwards, following his gaze. Her pointe shoes were wrecked. Again.

She sighed, because of course they were.

“You're not gonna fire back with anything? Come on, don’t just take it. I don’t bite……Well, not hard, anyway.”

Her brows furrowed a little, tilting her head slightly in confusion. He was talking so fast, it was hard to keep up. His accent wasn’t helping either.

“Sorry….what?”

“I said I don’t bite. Do I need to slow down for you?”

It took her a few beats to process his sarcasm before she snapped back, “What does pride have to do with hearing?”

Great. Now she was feeling dumb on top of everything else. She hadn’t even noticed how badly worn out her shoes were until he pointed it out. Now all she could think about was how trash they looked. And here she was now getting roasted for it.

The guy just leaned back like he owned the place.

“The joke. Just whizzed right over-ah, forget it. But seriously, it looks like you’ve been stompin’ through thorn bush, you know.”

He seemed to be enjoying himself, like he was waiting for her to snap. She could tell from his voice.

“What’s your deal with my shoes? Who cares?”

“Because, mate, you can’t keep runnin’ around in those things. What if one of them falls apart mid-dance? You’ll be halfway across the room before you even notice.”

Now Josephine was getting annoyed.

“It’s really not that serious, okay? I can just get new shoes.” she retorted before quietly muttering in French, «Merde».

“Well, I figured a ballerina like you would at least care about her footwork . But seriously, your shoes are so done they are less like pointe shoes and more like….point*less* shoes”

Josephine wasn’t ready for it, but she actually chuckled. Almost shocked that it might’ve happened involuntarily.

She glanced down at her shoes again. They did look like something out of a bargain bin. Maybe worse. She looked back up at him, a tiny grin creeping onto her delicate face.

“See, now you’re just laughin’ at my rubbish jokes.” He grinned back, catching her reaction, “You’re supposed to be mad.”

She shrugged with a slight smile, “Maybe your jokes are just bad enough to be funny.”

“As long as you’re not taking it too seriously. You seem to got enough on your plate without worryin’ about those shoes.”

Maybe he was right. She had to stop walking through thorns.

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Almost Sorry | Morgan & Matt

Jake Middleton x Morgan | Matt Boldy x Maeve

Summary: What was supposed to be a funny story turned into something much worse. Now, Morgan and Matt are locked in a weeks-long cold war, with Maeve and Jake caught in the middle—and their kids paying the price.

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It had been two weeks since the disastrous family dinner, and the tension between Morgan and Matt had only gotten worse.

They weren’t speaking. At all.

Every attempt at reconciliation, every offhand comment about “moving on,” every maybe you’re being dramatic had only poured fuel on the fire.

And now Morgan wouldn’t even let Maisie and Maverick go over to Matt and Maeve’s house to play with the twins.

That, Jake figured, was the real problem.

Morgan could be mad at Matt for as long as she wanted—Jake didn’t blame her. It was a messed-up move to air her drunken San Jose moment in front of their entire family. But keeping Maisie and Maverick from Brynn and Benny? That’s when the anger started hurting people.

And Maeve had just about had it.

“You’re being ridiculous,” she snapped over the phone, pacing in her living room while Matt sat silently on the couch. “They’re kids, Morgan. This isn’t fair to them.”

“Then maybe Matt shouldn’t have embarrassed me in front of our entire family,” Morgan shot back.

“Jesus Christ, are we really still doing this?” Maeve groaned.

“Yes,” Morgan said sharply. “Because Matt hasn’t apologized in a way that actually means something. And until he does, I don’t want to see him, and I don’t want my kids over there, either.”

Maeve pinched the bridge of her nose. “Morgan, they miss their cousins. Brynn asks for Maisie every day. Benny doesn’t understand why Maverick isn’t coming over anymore. What do you want me to tell them?”

“That their dad’s an asshole,” Morgan said, voice tight.

Matt heard that from across the room and immediately stood up. “Oh, come on!”

Maeve shot him a glare and walked into the kitchen, lowering her voice. “You don’t mean that.”

“Yes, I do,” Morgan insisted. “Matt humiliated me, and when I got mad, he made me feel like I was overreacting. I’m not ready to let this go, Maeve. And until I am, I don’t want to be around him.”

Maeve’s grip on the phone tightened. “You’re punishing me, too, you know.”

Morgan sighed. “I’m sorry.”

“No, you’re not.” Maeve exhaled harshly. “You’re just stubborn.”

There was silence on the line.

“I have to go.”

The call disconnected.

Maeve cursed under her breath, tossing her phone onto the counter.

Matt leaned against the doorway. “So, that went well.”

Maeve turned around fast, her eyes blazing. “Shut up, Matt.”

Matt frowned. “I didn’t start this.”

“No, but you sure as hell aren’t doing anything to fix it,” she snapped. “And until you do, I’m stuck in the middle of this mess with no way out.”

Matt’s jaw clenched, but he didn’t argue.

Because deep down?

He knew she was right.

Meanwhile, Jake was dealing with his own version of hell.

His wife was pissed, his teammate was pissed, his sister-in-law was pissed, and now his kids were starting to get upset, too.

Maisie had sulked all morning, arms crossed tight.

“I wanna go see Brynn,” she whined, kicking at the floor.

Jake sighed, kneeling in front of her. “I know, baby.”

“Then why can’t I?” she pouted.

“Because Mama and Uncle Matt are having a little… disagreement,” Jake explained carefully. “And until they work it out, we’re just gonna hang out here.”

Maisie frowned. “That’s dumb.”

Jake snorted. “You’re not wrong.”

Maverick, oblivious to the drama, toddled over and tugged on Jake’s sleeve. “Daddy, play?”

Jake picked him up and pressed a kiss to his curly head. “Of course, buddy.”

Morgan walked into the room just as Jake set Maverick down.

She took one look at Maisie’s sad face and sighed.

“Brynn and Benny miss me,” Maisie mumbled.

Jake exchanged a glance with Morgan.

He knew she was hurting. He understood why she was upset. But at what point did it stop being about Matt being an ass and start being about their kids?

Morgan ran a hand over her face. “I know, baby. I’m sorry.”

Maisie huffed. “You should tell Uncle Matt that.”

Jake bit his lip to keep from laughing.

Morgan shot him a look. “Don’t.”

He held up his hands in surrender.

But later that night, when they were lying in bed, Jake finally said what he’d been holding in.

“Morgan,” he started, turning toward her, “I get why you’re mad. I do. But maybe it’s time to talk to him.”

Morgan sighed. “Jake—”

“Just talk to him,” he said softly. “For the kids. For Maeve. For you.”

Morgan stared at the ceiling.

“I’ll think about it.”

Three days later, Matt opened his front door to find Morgan standing there, arms crossed, eyes sharp.

For a moment, neither of them spoke.

Then, Morgan exhaled sharply. “I’m still mad at you.”

Matt sighed. “I know.”

“But I’m tired of this,” she admitted. “And Maisie and Maverick miss Brynn and Benny. So I’m here.”

Matt nodded slowly. “I am sorry, you know.”

Morgan swallowed. “I know.”

They weren’t fixed. Not yet.

But this was a start.

[amethyyst]

Bad weather

Villain sat in the corner of the small shop, playing a staring contest against the grey wall. They could hear the civilians shiver, scared that they might take them hostage or whatever.

But no, that was not why villain was here. They weren't supposed to be here in the first place, but some other dumb villain just had to cause a snowstorm with their powers, trapping them and a couple of people in whatever building they managed to hide in.

At first, the civilians seemed to be close to having panic attacks, but that had been the last thing villain had wanted to deal with, so they had just put their arms up and say down in the back corner where everyone could see them.

They hated the way they stared, but they would hate to be the cause of a heart attack even more.

Nobody had talked in the beginning. What felt like half an hour later, some of the people had begun to whisper with each other.

"Do you have anything to eat? We were just on our way home to have lunch and then this happened."

"Of course, but I'm afraid I won't be able to give it to you for free." Some rustling. Careful steps towards one of the shelf's.

"No, I wouldn't ask for anything for free." The woman's voice was warm, hat still shaky. "At least something for my daughter. I don't have much of an appetite myself right now."

The careful steps of the employee slowed even more as they neared the corner villain was sitting in. Right next to the shelf with some fruit.

The tip-toeing made villain just as nervous as the civilians were. They could practically hear them hold their breaths.

"You can just take whatever, you know. I don't bite." Villain buried their head in their arms. "Just pretend I'm not here."

The employee took whatever they wanted to take from the shelf, returning to the other side of the shop as fast as possible without making much noise.

As time went on, the civilians started to chat as if villain wasn't there. Maybe they had forgotten about them entirely. Who knew.

Not that villain cared.

Well they did, but... well, it didn't matter. They had told them to ignore them, so why did they feel like they wanted to cry?

They shook their head, their back burning from staying in a hunched over position for too long.

They were tired. They wanted to go home.

[empressofthesunwriter]

Kill La Hero: 10

In the lottery of Quirk’s Michi got on really special and annoying one. A living, sarcastic ribbon named Ares, who puts her into superpowered revealing outfits. But this won't stop the girl from fulfilling her dream of being a hero! Just watch her!

(But not too closely please!)

MHA MEETS KILL LA KILL!

Chapter 10: Attack on the USJ!

On the water fountain formed a black-purple vortex.

Out of it looked someone who had a severed hand on his face.

What the...?!

"Gather together and don't move!", commanded Aizawa-Sensei. "Thirteen, protect the students!"

Out of the vortex stepped the strange guy with the hand on his face and a lot of other people.

Kirishima wondered if this was like the entrance exam.

Aizawa-sensei disagreed: "Those are villains."

All the young heroes-to-be gasped in shock.

Oh no, what would happen now?!

"Thirteen... and Eraser Head, huh?", said the black purple vortex. A shadow head with long yellow eyes formed. "The teacher's schedule we received the other day said that All Might was also supposed to be here."

"The trespassing the other day was the work of these scumbags after all, huh?", though Aizawa-Sensei aloud.

The creepy guy with served hands all over told in a shocking calm voice, how disappointed he was that All Might was nowhere when he brought so many friends and he wondered if he killed the students if All Might would come.

All the young heroes-to-be gasped in fright, while Thirteen stood protective before them and Aizawa-Sensei got ready to battle.

Michi felt a deep sense of foreboding and fear.

So this was what the Pro-Heroes and one day she, Izuku and all the others would have to fight.

Pure incarnated evil!

"What? Villains? No way!", gasped Kirishiman in disbelief. "There's no way they could get into a hero school!"

"Well if we are not all mass-hallucinating you better believe it.", joked Michi because of her nerves.

Izuku took her hand and squeezed it tight.

Thankful for the little comfort she squeezed back.

"Sensei, what about the trespasser sensors?", asked Momo Thirteen.

Good question!

"We have them, of course, but..."

"Did they only appear here, or around the whole school?.", finished Shoto the sentences. "Either way, if the sensors are not responding that means they have someone with a Quirk that can do that. An isolated area separated from the main campus during a time when a class is supposed to be here. They might be fools, but they're not dumb. This surprise attack was carefully planned with some sort of goal in mind."

All got more frightened hearing this.

However, Michi had to add something: "I heard how the creepy dude with all served hands over his body said something about All Might. Could he be their target, their goal?"

"Possible, but why?", agreed Shoto.

Aizawa-Sensei asked Thirteen to start to evacuate the class and call the school.

If the villains could fool the sensors, there had to be one with a Quirk who could do this.

Then he asked Denki to try with his Quirk to contact the school too.

"Yessir."

"What about you, sir?", shouted Izuku worried. "Will you fight by yourself? With that many, even if you can erase their Quirks...Eraser Head's fighting style is capturing after erasing the enemy's Quirk. A frontal battle is..."

Calmly their teacher told them how a hero needed one more trick up his sleeve, with a last plaid to Thirteen to protect the class, he jumped into the fray of villains.

It was incredible!

Aizawa-Sensei used his scarf to bond and the same time erased the Quirks of the villains.

He was fast and agile.

Thanks to his glasses no villain knew who's Quirk he erased at the moment so the teamwork was practically null.

In awe, Izuku looked on.

"Wow, Aizawa-Sensei is actually good at fighting by himself against a lot of people, huh?"

"Izu-Chan no time for analysing.", reminds Michi, dragging him by the hand to their fleeing classmates. "We need to get out of here!"

"O-Of course!"

They were nearly at the exit as the shadow guy appeared before them.

"I won't let you. Nice to meet you. We are the League of Villains. It may be presumptuous of us but we have invited ourselves into the home of the heroes, U.A. High School in order to have All Might, the Symbol of Peace, take his last breath."

"I freaking know it!", whisper-shouted Michi.

Still, it didn't make her feel good about being right.

Shadow-Figure wondered if there was some kind of change since All Might wasn't with them, however at this moment Kirishima and Bakugo attacked him!

After the big explosion created by Bakugo, Kirishima told cool: "Did you consider that you'd get beaten by us before you did it?!"

"Oh dear, that's dangerous.", mussed the shadow villain and reformed. Looks like Bakugo and Kirishima didn't even make a scratch. "That's right. Even if you are students, you are excellent golden eggs."

"This is bad!", shouted Thirteen, getting his Quirk ready. "Move away, you two!"

"My job is to scatter you all and torture you to death!"

With these words, Purple Shadow Guy expanded over the class and Thirteen.

It felt like they were in a tornado!

Suddenly Michi felt how someone grabbed her.

It was Tenya with Ochaco in his other arm.

The three stared in disbelief and fear for their classmates at the purpled dome.

"Izuku! Izuku is still there!", shouted Michi and wanted to run back in, however, Tenya and Ochaco held her by the arms.

"No it's way too dangerous!", reminded Tenya.

"Please Michi-Chan stay with us!", begged Ochaco.

"I know all in your screams to save the boy.", said also Ares. "But you wouldn't even find him in this dense fog. Stay with your other friends."

Tears sprung in Michi's eyes and she shouted: "Damn it!"

Ochaco hugged her in comfort, and Michi laid her head on her friend's shoulder.

The Shadow Villain turned back into his shadow form and nearly everyone was gone.

Besides Michi, Tenya and Ochaco, Thirteen, Mina, Sero and Shoji were still at the entrance.

There was only one way out of this situation and hopefully, find the others.

Fight!

So Thirteen stood before Shadow-Villain, while Shoji, Tenya, Michi and Sero got ready to fight with the Pro-Hero.

Mina and Ochaco stayed behind them all.

"Shouji! Is everyone here? Can you check?", asked Tenya the boy with the many tentacle-like limbs.

"Everyone's scattered, but they're all in this building."

All breathed a sigh of relief.

At least something!

"Damn it, physical attacks can't hit him, and he can warp things. His Quirk's the worst!", grumbled Sero.

Thirteen seemed to think for a second before he told Tenya, their class rep, to get out of the building and get the other Pro-Heroes since this would be faster than searching for the person who interfered with the sensory and smartphones.

"But it would be a disgrace as a class rep to leave everyone behind—"

"Iida Tenya, go!", shouted Mich and got into her preferred Kung-Fu stance, Ares got ready to boost her body. "Think, the villains are only here inside, this means the alarms outside still work."

Sero stepped beside her, getting ready to fight too.

"As long as you go outside, they won't follow you! Blow away this fog with your legs!"

"Use your Quirk in order to save others!", added Thirteen.

"I can totally support you like I did in the cafeteria!", said Ochaco with Mina nodding along. "I will! Please, class rep!"

Finally, Tenya got himself ready to run out of the building.

Shadow Villain mocked them for how stupid they were to talk about their plan before him, as Thirteen told him it didn't matter if he heard or not.

Thirteen then started to use his Quirk Black Hole to suck Shadow Villain into his body.

"Black Hole, which sucks up everything and turns it all to dust. I see. That is an astounding Quirk.", mussed Shadow Villain, like the Quirk of Thirteen did nothing to him. "However, Thirteen, you are a hero who works to rescue people from disasters. As expected your battle experience is less than half of that of a normal hero!"

He lets a Warp Gate appear behind Thirteen, which sucks now Thirteen in and ribs open his back.

Thirteen falls on the ground, defeated.

Michi and the others can just look on in shock.

What should they do?!

"Tenya, come on, run!", shouts Michi. "This is your chance!"

Finally, Tenya runs, but of course, Shadow Villain doesn't won't that he calls the other Pro-Heroes for help.

So he makes a Warp Gate appear before Tenya. Coming to his help is Shoji, embracing the Warp Gate and begging Tenya to go!

Of course, Shadow Villain won't let this happen and tries to catch Tenya, however, Ochaco noted the metal-like necklace he wore.

So she grapes it and makes him float.

"I don't know the theory behind it, but if he's wearing something like this then it must mean he has a physical body!", shouts Ochaco and throws Shadow Villain into the air. "Go, Tenya!"

Finally, Tenya reaches the door and tries to open it.

Shadow Villain comes after him again, and now Sero catches him with his tape on the necklace.

Michi grabs the tape and turns herself fast round and round, then lets the villain fly so high, that he smashes against the dome of the USJ and even creaks the glass.

"Go Tenya!"

Their class rep manages to get out and hopefully will return soon with help.

The Shadow Villain was thanks to this enormous smack against the dome, confused as hell but still, he thought about how now was all over.

Michi nodded to herself, this would teach this shadow asshole before she turned to the others.

While Mina and Ochaco looked after Thirteen, she discussed with Shoji and Sero what they should do.

Should they risk going to find their classmates or stay where they were?

Then out of nowhere, the Entrance Door got destroyed and All Might stepped into the USJ!

Michi and Ares could practically feel how full of hope their classmates became, they were also happy to see All Might, no question, yet they thought: "How much time has he left and will it be enough to drive away the villains?"

"I had a bad feeling so I tore myself away from my chat with the principal and came. I passed Young Iida on my way and got a rough idea of what had happened. It's fine now. I am here!", yelled All Might with an angry scowl, throwing his suit jacket away and then ripped his tie.

Severed Hand Guy got all excited about how All Might was here, while his lackeies got scared.

Faster than anyone could see All Might jumped down to the Plaza and defeated a handful of villains in a second.

It was incredible!

He even managed to grab poor Aizawa-Sensei, who had been beaten by this thing-person called Nomu.

Then he grabbed Izuku, Tsuyu and Mineta and told them to take care of Aizawa and to go to the entrance.

Izuku tried to warn him how Nomu took one of his hits like nothing, but All Might reassured him it would be fine.

Sadly as All Might started to fight against Nomu, he realized how Young Midoriya was right.

This thing with his brain in the open could take anything he gave!

Worried Michi and Ares looked on, as the others celebrated All Might power.

Every day on their way to school with Izuku, they read together the hero news in real-time.

When Aizawa-Sensi and Thirteen were talking about how All Might wasn't here at USJ the three fingers Thirteen put up secretly were probably because All Might was at his limit!

It must have been because he'd used too much of his power!

And right now the only people who know this are her, Ares and Izuku.

Could she really just stand there and not help All Might?

All Might who had become practically family to her?

As the dust lifted from All Might's suplex on Nomu, all saw how the Shadow Villain helped Nomu to not get hurt and how Nomu was gripping All Might's left side.

The side that was hurt 5 years ago!

His weak spot!

Then the Shadow Villain started to suck in All Might in his Warp Gate!

"Oh fuck it!", shouted Michi.

She couldn't not, not do anything!

So she runs down the stairs, ignoring the shouts of her classmates to come back.

I have to...I have to help him...Somehow!

"Ares, get ready, this will be hard for sure!"

"Michi, don't. If I suck too much blood from you to make you stronger you-"

"I know, but I can't just stay around and not do anything!"

Her supersuit stayed still as she ran over the Plaza to reach All Might.

She saw how Izuku came from the other side, he was faster than her and reached All Might first.

Then the Shadow Villain appeared before him and would have sucked him in if not for the exact moment, Michi punched and Bakugo let an explosion go off on his necklace.

"Move, you're in the way, Deku!", shouted Bakugo.

Together with Bakugo Michi smashed the shadow villain on the ground holding him by his necklace.

Izuku stared at them in wonder.

Then ice appeared, freezing the left side of Nomu.

Shoto!

"All I heard was that you all are here to kill All Might.", said Shoto as cool as the ice he controlled.

Finally, All Might broke away from Nomu's grab and jumped beside Shoto.

Meanwhile, Kirishima tried to attack Serverd-Hands-Dude, but he jumped away without problems.

"Damn it! I didn't get to show off!", lamented the redhead.

"Stop acting so stuck-up, foggy nobody!", told Bakugo the Shadow Villain.

"I will make you fly again against the dome if you move on of your non-existent muscle!", growled Michi.

"The Symbol of Peace cannot be killed by the likes of you.", told Shoto.

Izukue wiped away his tears, glad to see his strong best friend and classmates on his and All Might's side.

They all looked at Hand-Face.

"Kurogiri.", that was the name of the Shadow? "Our exit and entrance have been overcome. We're in a pinch."

Preening Bakugo explained how he figured out that the Necklace of Kurogiri was his actual body and if you could hold it, he was down.

"Stop being so arrogant.", chested Michi. "Ochaco-Chan found this out before you!"

Mature as he was he stuck out his tongue to her. 

Michi copied him.

Both never let go of Kurogiri.

Kurogiri tried to move, but Bakugo let out a mini explosion and Michi pushed him down harder on the ground.

"I wouldn't do anything if I was you.", explained Michi with a grin. "Either the bastard explodes you into another dimension or I will break your necklace! Let's see how long you can go without it!"

"Damn Massaro, didn't know you had it in you."

"Oh shut up!"

"You are both not really very hero-like right now...", mussed Kirishima.

Severed Hand Face strangely cutely gripped his own hands and lamented how neither of the kids was captured or hurt and how amazing kids these days were, making the League of Villains look like fools.

Then he called for Nomu.

The beast got sucked into the still-existing Warp Gate. He got out of the other side and his freeze parts fell off.

However, it was not a problem for this monster since he just regrew his limps!

His master, Severed Hand Face, told them how Nomu had more than one Quirk and how they would now get the entrance and exit back.

All got ready to fight.

But Nomu was so fast, that Bakugo and Michi were paralyzed.

They couldn't move away!

Thankful All Might threw himself before the kids.

The shockwave was so big that Michi and the guys all flowed away.

"Michi-Kun, Kacchan?! Y-You dodged? That's amazing!", praised Izuku.

Before Bakugo could insult her love, Michi answered faster: "No Izu-Chan, neither I nor Bakugo saw anything, this Nomu thing was too fast!"

"Then how...?", wonder Kirishima.

"Then that was...", began Shoto.

"All Might!", enden Izuku.

The number one hero didn't look very good.

Oh, he was standing, but he coughed and Michi saw blood from his mouth flowing down.

"Do you not know how to hold back?", growled All Might.

"It was to rescue my companions. I had no choice. I mean, earlier, that plain-looking one. He was about to punch me with everything he had, you know.", began the hand face, while Michi griped Izuku's not wounded hand. She needed to reassure herself that he was mostly fine. "Violence for the sake of others makes it admirable. Isn't that right, hero? You know what, All Might? I'm angry. I'm angry at this world that categorizes the same violent acts as heroic or villainous deciding what's good and what's bad! What with this "Symbol of Peace"? Ha. You're just a device to repress violence. Violence only breeds violence. The world will know this, once we kill you!"

"That guy is nuts.", whisper-shouted Ares to Michi and the boys. "This doesn't make any sense."

All Might agreed with Ares: "That's preposterous. The eyes of white-collar criminals like you burn silently. You just want to enjoy this yourself, don't you, you liar?!"

"It's three against six.", reminds Shoto his classmates.

Izuku nodded.

"Kacchan already exposed the fog's weakness!" 

"These guys are crazy but if we backup All Might we can push them back!", agreed Kirishima.

"No! Run away.", command All Might.

Michi and the boy stared at him.

"You would have been in trouble if I hadn't done anything earlier, right?"

"That was a different story, young Todoroki. Thanks. But it's fine! Just watch as a Pro gives it everything he's got."

Izuku disagreed while Michi nodded along: "All Might, you're bleeding! Besides, time's—!"

The boy stopped himself before he said more.

All Might gave them a thumbs up to reassure them before he faced their enemies.

Hand Face told Nomu and Kurogiri to take care of All Might, while he would take the kids.

The boys and Michi got ready for anything, as Hand Face ran towards them.

Suddenly the air vibrated so violet, that all, besides Nomu and All Might, stood still.

The Symbol of Peace and the Monster engaged in a fierce fistfight.

So brutal was their fight, that all got thrown away because of the formed currents.

The kids looked on in awe, as with one final devastating punch All Might let Nomu fly out of the USJ till he was only a little twinkle in the sky.

"Is this some comic book?", wondered Kirishima. "It's like he nullified the shock absorption. His brute strength is crazy."

"What insane power...Does this mean he rushed at him so fast he couldn't regenerate?", guessed Bakugo.

Worried for All Might, Michi and Izuku turned to him.

The dust lifted from where he stood as he said: "I really have gotten weaker. In my prime... five hits would have been enough. But it took more than 300 hits ."

Relieved that he was okay, Michi and Izuku let out signs.

Then All Might turned back to Kurogiri and Hand-Face, provocating them.

Izuku and Michi saw how he must be bluffing. He was shaking, bloody and steam was coming out of his body.

Would the bluff be enough to let the villains leave?

They ignored how Kirishima called for them to go, to let All Might handle this before they became hostages.

But...!

However, Kurogiri, the stupid fog, was smarter than they thought. He told Hand-Face, whose name was Shigaraki Tomura, how All Might was defiantly on his limits, then the kids still were standing and some of the villains were wakening up.

Maybe the Pro-Heroes would appear soon, but if him and Shigaraki fought together they could take All Might.

Shigaraki actually calmed down and agreed.

Damn it!

Beside Michi and Izuku, who couldn't stop looking at All Might, the other boys noted how the lackey villains came towards them.

"All Might will do something about the main bad guys.", said Kirishima sure, activating his Quirk. "Let's go help the others!"

"Midoriya? Massaro?", called Shoto for them.

Kurogiro and Shigaraki run up to All Might, and at the same moment, Michi and Izuku run to be between them and All Might.

They got ready to punch Kurogiro out of the way, but then the hand of Shigaraki appeared.

The hand who could destroy anything!

Oh no!

Suddenly a gunshot was heard and a bullet struck Shigaraki's hand.

It bleed and he took it away.

Both Michi and Izuku fall down on the ground, not destroyed.

Finally!

The other teachers, the other Pro-Heroes have arrived!

And so like the cowards they were Shigaraki and Kurogiri vanished.

Michi stood up and picked the hurt Izuku carefully up bridal style.

Her best friend/crush let out a tiny moan of hurt.

"One For All did again a number on you!", she lamented. "But at least you are okay! I thought the Shigaraki guy got you!"

She kissed his forehead.

If Izuku had any force left he would blush, but he hurt everywhere and could only try to not faint from the pain of his broken bones.

"I wasn't able...to do anything...!", Izuku cried.

Before Michi could disagree, All Might said first: "That's not true. If it weren't for those few seconds you and Young Massaro bought me, I would have been killed. You kids saved me."

"All might...", said Michi and Izuku together, glad their teacher was somehow okay.

Izuku cried how he was so glad that All Might was okay while Michi sniffled a bit.

"Midoriya! Massaro!", called Kirhsima for them running. "Are you all right?"

Since Michi knew All Might was about to transform back into his anorexia form she ran up, as gently as possible, to Kirishima.

Izuku hissed a bit, but he could manage.

"Man, Midoriya, your arm and legs are broken! Massaro, how are you? Can you carry him? Do you need help?"

Michi snorted: "I'm really, really strong in my Ares suit don't worry, Izuku is like a feather to me right now."

Behind them, a wall formed, made by the Pro-Hero Cementoss, to hide All Might, as he told the kids to go to the front gate.

So Kirishima ran up to Shoto and Bakugo to tell them this.

Michi and Izuku signed relief.

"Man, what a day!", signed Ares. "Let's hope something like this never happens again!"

***

All Might and Izuku were brought to Recovery Girl, while Michi stood with her classmates outside USJ, as the police officer counted if all the teenagers were there.

She rather would be by Izuku, but she needed to be patient.

Aoyama desperately wanted to tell them where he had been, but Michi just shoved him away, before Tsuyu entertained him.

The French then said it was a secret.

Well, thank you.

The police officer told them to return to their classroom, they would later ask for their testimonies.

Of course, they wanted to know how their sensei and Thirteen were and the police officer told them how Aizawa-Sensei had comminuted fractures in both arms and a facial fracture. Fortunately, there does not seem to be any serious brain damage. However, his orbital floor had broken into small pieces and his eyes may suffer from its aftereffects. 

Thirteen had lacerations from the back to the upper arm that were bad, but his life was not in danger.

 All Might will also survive.

"How is Izuku? Midoriya Izuku !", demanden Michi to know.

"Yes, how is Deku?", added Ochaco as Tenya nodded along.

He would be in good hands by Recovery Girl and now they really needed to go to their class.

So all the teens let out an agreeing yes.

***

As they arrived finally in school and made their way to their classroom all teenagers were thinking about today and what it meant for them.

Michi got slower and slower till she stopped, all passing her.

She looked at the setting sun.

"What's on your mind, whirlwind.", asked Ares.

"Today, changed anything.", she said quietly. It was like this had been only a taste of what would come. "We need to get stronger."

"Together we will be. And with Izuku and our new friends.", promised Ares.

Softly smiling Michi stroked one of Ares's eyes.

Then she looked back at the sun.

Whatever my come...god give me the strength to protect the people I love and the people who need me!

***

A beautiful full moon was shining down on them as Michi was leaning on a pillar, with Ochaco's head on her shoulder, while Tenya had his arms crossed.

They waited for Izuku to get out of the nurse's office.

Finally, Izuku came out of school!

"Izu-Chan!"

"Hey Deku!"

Fast Michi ran over to her best friend and they both hugged each other tight under the smiling faces of Ochaco and Tenya.

After all made sure all were okay they walked home together.

No one of us knew that this attack on the USJ was just the beginning of something much bigger and terrible. Don't forget this is the story of how Izuku and I became the greatest heroes of all time! And it wasn't a walk in the park!

The Number Two Pro-Hero Atheres

[exouniverse]

Dance With Me

Pairing: Lay x gn reader

Genre: fluff, birthday fic

Warnings: none

Summary: Yixing thought he would not see you the day of his birthday due to an already scheduled concert that day, but you had already planned a meticulous surprise to dance with him at this concert and celebrate his birthday.

Word count: 1.3K+

A/N: Here we go with another birthday fic. I really hope you like it. Happy birthday Yixing!

MASTERLIST | MOODBOARD

“I miss you.”

Your reaction was immediate; you bit your lip before you could tell him about everything you had planned. You had never been that extra for anybody; it had taken a lot of energy to even talk to so many people. He just couldn’t know that you were closer to him than he thought, not yet.

The hours were running so slowly that it was feeling almost urgent to let him know, but you had to be more patient. You contained your excitement and let the words out, “I miss you too!”

“Agh! I’m so dumb, I forgot to schedule a break on my birthday and now I’m about to go do the sound check without you here.”

“You are not dumb!” You protested, “a little distracted perhaps, but you were too busy and probably managing way too much at the same time—“

“Aw don’t lecture me, please,” he begged, almost too cutely to really let it go, “I know, I’m sorry, I keep trying to do everything all by myself.”

“You’re so cute, Yixing! I’m not lecturing you, you do you, as long as you’re healthy and happy.”

“I’m happy and I have you, so that’s the greatest bonus.”

“Aw stop it birthday boy, go work hard and make you and your fans happy.”

“Will do, I can’t wait to see you.”

“See you, happy birthday, sheep!”

You had held your laughter for so long, and even Yixing’s concert producer next to you joined in the laughter after the call. You really went all out with this surprise. Yixing had sent you so many videos of his new song’s choreography. The music video had just been released about a month ago before the small tour had started, but you knew every step even before it came out. You watched the release of the MV with him and he had made a comment that sparked an idea in your mind: “I love this choreo so much, I wish I could’ve danced it with you.”

You’re no dancer; he knows that, but he has said that he wants to dance with you the choreographies of his songs so many times that you have lost count. You’ve danced together, of course, but at some parties you’ve gone to and in the comfort of your home, just being silly. However, this is something bigger and completely different from random dancing, people are going to see you dance under the spotlight. This is definitely something you just do for love.

“How is he so easy to surprise?” The producer asked.

“Don’t ask me. And I’m really not good at acting so…”

“Well, this will be smooth landing. Let’s get you ready.”

The entire crew that was assigned to you followed both you and the producer to the practice room that was available near the venue for you to do the last rehearsal. Yixing had a whole community of dancers, but not all of them were dancing the same songs or the same parts. You didn’t need many anyways. Four dancers, a makeup artist, two people from the lights and sound crew, and an assistant producer were what they assigned you. Luckily, you had planned to only dance to the bridge and the dance break of his new song, so the last rehearsal only took about forty minutes, and the dancers and the lights and sound crew managed to leave on time for the sound check. Next, it was time for you to get clean and ready so after showering, the makeup artist did your hair and makeup and helped you with your clothes.

The assistant producer was fast; she got you to the venue in no time. The concert had already begun as planned. Yixing wasn’t supposed to see you around, so you had to be there after the opening act’s last song. You did have to manage not to be caught when Yixing came backstage to change his clothes so you remained in the green room during those couple of moments.

Myeon: Y/N Y/N when r u coming on stage?

You: just 2 more songs! Keep your cam ready 🙈

Myeon: oooooh we’re all excited! are you nervous?

You: oh hell yeah 🫠

Junmyeon sent you an audio message. It took you at least a couple of times to listen clearly because of the music and fans singing in the background, but you managed to hear Baekhyun, Sehun, Minseok, and Junmyeon encouraging you and cheering for you. The laugh that they brought out of you relaxed you enough to take a deep breath and head backstage to the little elevator at the center of the stage.

The last song before your surprise began, nerves fluttered in your stomach. The four dancers you had practiced with joined you backstage to prepare for the next song. They swiftly changed into their outfits, matching your own and Yixing’s, ready to blend in on stage. Sooner than you could realize, the dancers signalled you it was time. You inhaled deeply, trying to steady your breathing, and followed them to the elevator. Suddenly, the melodies became even more familiar than before, each note and bass drum beat ingrained within you. The small elevator began lifting you up in perfect sync with the music. Your first step faltered momentarily under the lights, but the dancers skillfully guided you into position, ensuring a smooth transition.

As planned, the choreography brought you closer to Yixing for the bridge, and with an intended pirouette you managed to face him. He froze in his tracks, a mix of confusion and surprise gradually transforming into a radiant smile. For a moment, it was just the two of you, lost in each other’s gaze. His body kept moving through muscle memory alone, but his eyes remained fixed on you in disbelief, as if he had been daydreaming about you dancing beside him.

The dance break was originally supposed to be a way for him to go change outfits one last time for the last songs of the concert—including the encore—but tonight, the crowd roared in surprise as cake and flowers were brought up on stage. He took the flowers from one of the dancers and looked at the audience, but as you grabbed the cake from the assistant producer, you started singing “Happy Birthday” and his bewilderedness was now directed at you again.

“Look at the camera for me,” you signed to the audience where the guys were filming all of his birthday surprise. He was even more excited to see his buddies, yet even more confused at what was happening, but he still waved at the camera that Junmyeon was holding.

“Happy birthday, Yixing! I couldn’t wait to see you, so I just took the first flight and managed to enter from backstage,” you joked.

“Really? How… when did you…?” He asked, which made all of the people aware of the surprise laugh.

“No, baby, I had it all planned,” you sweetly smiled at him and you heard the roaring crowd cheer, “thanks everyone for allowing us to celebrate Yixing today. I’ll let you enjoy the rest of the night.”

“No, wait a second,” he held your forearm, stopping you, which almost made you drop the cake. One of the dancers took the cake as Yixing grabbed your hand. Yixing beamed at you and pulled you close, “dance with me again?”

You positively nodded and the lights turned back to the set for the bridge and dance break once more. Yixing smiled at you and took his place next to you. As you started the choreography, the crowd cheered and your friends continued to film just the two of you dancing up on stage. Yixing couldn’t be more happy to see you move to the beat of his song, with the moves he choreographed and had been so excited to someday dance along with you.