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bratshaws · 1 year ago

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through the hourglass 154. brb x oc

a/n: so tumblr said my drawing was too big so uhh...I'll have to resize it and try again later this week and hope it doesn't look so shitty.(reblogs and comments are super encouraged <3)

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: fluff. too much fluff...gotta GET READY GUYS

goodness gracious (pls read this one to know more what this fic is about!!)

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“Roos.”

“Hm?”

“I can’t sleep.”

He blinks his eyes open, turning his head towards Beatrice and blinking at her for a few seconds. She was sitting on the bed, back against the headboard and her eyes looking straight ahead, “What’s happening? You sick?’

“I’m just anxious.” she whispers, wringing her hands together, “I don’t know why, I really don’t know why, but I can’t–” she gestures to her head, “Keep quiet in here.” he turns the lamp on his side and rubs his face before sitting up next to her, “I’m…sorry for waking you.”

“Hm,” he shakes his head while rubbing the sleep away, “Don’t be sorry, I’m your husband.I worry about you.”

“It’s just…you have work in the morning-” she stops speaking when his arms wrap around her and he brings her to his chest,kissing the back of her head and then pressing his cheek on her hair. Beatrice, for some reason, felt like crying - pregnancy hormones, maybe?- when she nestled her cheek to his bare chest, his cologne still clung to his skin like a second layer and she felt such comfort when it hit her nose. “...I’m rambling.”

“A little.” he replies, ‘But that’s why you are cute.”

“Maybe I should…go to the clinic tomorrow. To check.” she whispers as she snuggles close to him, “I just…I just feel so anxious, what if this nausea is too strong? More than normal?”

He huffs into her hair, kissing her scalp, “Baby, you are carrying two babies,it won’t be the same as Nikki’s.” she makes a little sound and sighs, her warm breath hitting his naked skin as she stares towards the wall. He makes himself more comfortable and then basically picks her up easily to set her on his lap.

“What time is it?” she asks softly, face pressed to his chest.

“Doesn’t matter.”

“If it’s late you can go back to sleep.”

He laughs quietly, exhaling air through his nostrils because he couldn’t believe that she still was acting as if this was a problem of some sort, she wasn’t a burden to him but he also knew she wouldn’t think about it that way with her anxiety so high, “I’m fine.” he reassures her, cupping the back of her head to angle her forehead up, his lips touching the skin there only to lean back and smile down at her, “What’s making you anxious?”

‘I dunno.”

“Hmmm…” he rubs his thumb below her eyes, she warns him of the eye boogers but Rooster doesn’t care one bit, she doesn’t even have anything on them which shows, really, that she didn’t sleep at all since they got home from the bar, “You’ve been up for a while,huh?”

“...I mean…m-maybe.”

“Maybe?”

She sighs, burying her face on his chest because he just knew too much about her, ‘I don’t know, throwing up back at the bar fucked me up a lot, I really thought that Penny was going to find out about it,Roos. Especially when you followed me,I–” she frowns, “I felt like I lost control a little bit.”

Bradley hums with his chin propped on top of her head as she blurts everything out, her hands clenching his bicep and her mouth touching the curve of his elbow when he brings her closer, ‘I know.” he says after a while, another kiss to her scalp, “I know,gorgeous. You did your best. And you managed to work till the end, no need to leave early either.”

“Hrm.”

“Baby.”

“I’m sorry Rooster, it’s just,” she covers her eyes with both hands, her fingers scratching her scalp with an annoyed grunt leaving her throat, “I just feel like I’m too anxious for no reason, I don’t know why, maybe I’m just hormonal again and that’s…that’s what happened. And I just want everything to go okay - shouldn’t have read those testimonials online, about how the multiple pregnancies made people sick or were risky or-”

Rooster grabs her hands, interlacing with his own and bringing them close to his lips so he could the back of each. He smiles down at her once her eyes turn guiltily up to his, her lashes long and touching her cheeks the second she looks away from him, “We talked about how the internet can make you feel like you are dying when you have a papercut.”

“Yeah…”

“Baby, you are doing fine.” he begins, “You are and, you know, there’s nothing much that can be done beyond what you are doing now. You are helping our babies grow, and they’ll be strong and beautiful, just like you and Nikki are.”

The mention of Nicole makes her smile again, genuinely this time. “...I should check on her.” she whispers, “Since I can’t sleep.”

She untangles from his grasp slowly before he could stop her, but he does slide his bottom towards the edge of the bed as Beatrice put on her slippers, “I can go with you.” she turns to face him with her hands wringing together, “If you want to.”

“I…do y-”

“It won’t bring me any trouble during the morning.” he smirks, “I promise you that.” he holds onto her hips, bringing her closer to him yet again so he could press a kiss to her stomach - the little bump was more obvious now- and then propped his chin on top, “I don’t want you there, alone with your thoughts.I know how bad they can be,babe.”

Beatrice smiles thankfully, combing his hair with her fingers - her nails gently scraping his scalp and making him groan happily with his eyes fluttering closed- before she cups his cheeks, tilting his head upwards, “You are too sweet,Lieutenant, did anyone tell you that?”

He smiles, pupils enlarging, “My hot wife did.”

“Hot wife,huh?”

“She’s really hot and she’s pretty, and she’s funny and she’s literally my dream come true.”

Beatrice’s eyes glaze over with tears, her head turning to the side so she could laugh in disbelief and playfully shove his shoulder with her hand, laughing while sniffling as she steps back with him following her every move, “If it helps you,you are her dream come true,too.” she says, kissing his lips sweetly before grabbing his hand so they walk out of their bedroom towards Nicole’s nursery.

The dogs wake up the second the door creaks open, Eleanor standing up before her brother to sniff at the known intruders with her tail wagging, “Hi Ellie.” Beatrice whispered, petting the white dog with her head craned towards the crib to see Nicole. Their daughter was sleeping, thank God, but it was the way she was sleeping that made Beatrice tilt her head in confusion “Roos?”

“What?” he’s gently petting the siblings with a sweet smile, looking up at Beatrice as she walks closer to the crib.

“Look.”

He gives them one final pat before standing next to his wife, his mouth parting because Nicole was sleeping with her little legs propped on the gate and her arms spread to the sides, tiny mouth open as she breathed, “Oh my god…it looks like she’s doing yoga or something.”

“It does.” Beatrice does take a closer to look to see if she’s not hurting herself, only for Nicole to move around again and lie with her entire body on the mattress, making a little sleepy sound in her throat that resembled Rooster way too much. “...she’s sleeping at least.”

“That she is.” he stands behind her to hug her waist and kiss her temple, gently swaying her in his grasp, “You are still nervous though.”

“A little.”

“Do we have a reason?”

“Hah,” she laughs humorlessly, “We do not…unfortunately.”

“It’s okay though.”

“It’s…not. Not really,Roos.” but she leans on his chest with her smile widening when he kisses under her jaw, “...I just am feeling a lot and I don’t even know what I’m feeling nor how to explain it.”

“That’s anxiety for you.” she laughs because he’s right and she laughs because he has that amazing power of controlling her heart while melting it at the same time,”We can stay up and talk if you want, about anything you think about so we can get rid of those dumb voices in your noggin.”

Beatrice looks back at him with a smile that reaches her eyes, her hand coming up to touch his cheek and rub below his cheekbone, “Alright.” she says, “But out of the nursery, she needs to sleep and I’d hate it if she woke up right now.” she looks back at Nicole one final time before holding her husband’s hand, leading them out of the bedroom - after saying bye to the dogs - and back on the hallway. She sighs, rubbing her eyes with her fingers and then letting go of his hand only to rub her entire face.

Rooster gives her the space she needs by standing a few inches away, leaning against the wall to watch her pace in a small circle in front of him. He tried to think what could’ve triggered her anxiety so much and so intensely that night, he thinks it was more than the fact she was ‘hiding’ something from their friends and her boss…and her family…and Mav- well in reality there was a lot inside of her mind right now and he knew she was holding it in for their own sake.

So he waited for a few seconds, then he said, “Do you think we should just tell them?”

“Huh?”

He shrugs, “Tell everyone else about the twins, your parents included?”

“I’d…I mean I still want to go to the clinic,Roos.”

“We’ll go later this week, because I know it’s eating you alive,I can see it,Bea…and this stress isn’t good for you nor the babies.”

He was right, of course he was. Beatrice sighed with her shoulders dropping as she walks back to lean against the wall just like he was, “...I think so, I…I want to, I mean…I don’t like holding it in so much, but this stress sucks so much.”

“And I know you.”

“You do,” she smiles, “Too well. I think that…um moment at the bar kinda made me a bit upset. “

“I know,honey.”

Beatrice chews her lower lip, then furrows her brows, “I’ll be okay. I’ll be okay…I’ll be fine. It’s just my brain going nuts right now.” he hums in agreement, then brings her closer to his side, so she can place her temple on his shoulder, “...can I tell you something?”

“Always.”

“I am a bit scared of my parents’ reactions.” he was about to question why but then he remembered how they acted when Nicole was born, nodding to the side as she says that, “Because…you know, they can be…intense.”

Rooster nods again, kissing the top of her head, “I know.”

“At least Mav isn’t like that.”

“He might faint though.” he says, “Maybe…just pass out in front of me and I’ll have to throw water on his face so he wakes up.” Beatrice playfully swats his chest and laughs, with him joining a few seconds after she started. “Or slap him, that works.”

“You’d never slap him.” she says, ‘...would you?”

“Hmmm,maybe a thwack to the head, fast and kinda painless.”

“Oh God you are so awful.”

“Wasn’t I sweet a few minutes ago?”

Beatrice rolled her eyes as she turned to face him, cupping his cheeks to bring their lips together, “You are awfully sweet.” she giggles, “And i’m the luckiest girl in the whole wide world for having such a sweet,kind and understanding husband. Thank you,Roos.” another kiss, this one was a bit longer than the last because he wrapped his arms around her waist again, trapping her against his chest.

Their foreheads touched and they stood there, in the barely lit hallway with the sound of their house and the street outside being their personal soundtrack. Beatrice sighed, “I don’t think I’ll fall back asleep.”

“We can watch some tv,” she parts her lips, ‘Yes, we. I’m staying up with you,I can handle it.”

“But-” he arches his brow, almost challenging her to continue, “...oh fine. I just don’t want you to get distracted tomorrow.”

“I’d just be distracted,” he purrs, sliding his hands to her ass, cupping the soft cheeks with gusto, “If you were there, wearing any of your clothes and looking absolutely delicious, enough for me to take a bite and probably wonder how many rules I was breaking just by breathing the same air as you were.”

Her cheeks turned a violent shade of red, her lower lip rolling into her mouth and her eyes turning glassy because how dare he be like that? He kisses her one final time, then backs away so they could walk downstairs to their living room, “Peaky Blinders?” she suggests, smiling when her husband went ‘oooh’

“Fuck, what episode were we on?”

“I don’t remember, but I think since Nikki is asleep we can find out.”

“Hell yeah.” he even walks faster, the sound waking Jolene up and making the pittie look from her comfortable spot on the couch towards the two in surprise. She wasn’t used on them waking up so late anymore.

With Rooster preparing something for them to drink - aka, water because Bea didn’t want anything heavier- she sat down on the couch with her hands on top of her slowly growing stomach. She looks down at the bump, was it a bit bigger than Nicole’s? Maybe it was too hard to tell yet…she just framed it with her hands, thumbs pointed to her belly button and fingers cupping the rounder part of her stomach.

She smiles however, in thanks that Rooster could see this happening…she just wanted him to have a good time before he left. She knew it’d happen, and she was already mentally preparing for it, even if it hurt, even if it was bad, she is with him for four years now, she needed to get used to it…and not worry too much.

He was good at what he did, he was smart and he was careful.

And he’d always come back home for them. She knew that. “I brought your water.” his hand appear on her vision, the large glass filled to the brim made her smile as she adjusted her position on the couch - Jolene’s large head already landing on her lap, “And,” he shakes his phone for emphasis, “I have an eye on Nikki.”

“Thank you Roos.” she whispers, waiting until he sat back down, ‘Are you sure you want to stay up with me? I won’t mind if you go to bed.”

“I’m sure.” he sips his own glass of water - he still refused to drink anything she couldn’t and her heart swelled with adoration - “I managed to do great with only three hours of sleep, gorgeous. This is child’s play.”

“Really?”

“Back in college when my mom started her hospital visits.” he mutters, clearing his throat when he turned the tv on - immediately setting on the lowest volume just for safety - eyes latched on the screen, “She’d have to stay the nights there and I’d always wake up from time to time to check on her.”

“You did a good job.” she smiles, kissing his cheek, “You are just caring…about everyone in your life.”

“Everyone I care about.” he smiles back at her, “Like you, Mav, some of my friends.”

“That’s not true. You love them all.” “I like them on some days of the week.” he laughs, finding the last episode they watched together, “And some days I don’t. Now, focus on the tv missy. We need to ease that anxiety of yours.”

#bradley rooster bradshaw #rooster bradshaw #bradley bradshaw x oc #top gun maverick #bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley bradshaw x female reader #bradley bradshaw x named reader #tgm oc #tgm fic #tgm fanfiction

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violetsssss1 · 2 years ago

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Detective!Gyutaro x reader wip

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Hi I don’t know how to format or anything so please bear with me; this is what I’ve written so far and I don’t know if it’s even a good plot ?? If no one actually wants this fic I probably won’t finish it cause I low-key vomit at my own writing 💀 please ik this is bad I wrote it out of boredom

reader is fem and is hinted to be woc later in the story (specifically Middle Eastern) so uhh sorry yt ppl 😭

Premise: Gyutaro Shabana, the most outstanding yet occasionally violent detective in yoshiwara, Tokyo finds himself in a predicament when the spoiled daughter of the mayor takes her love of cop shows to a whole new level as she practically terrorises his precinct under the guise of consulting on his cases. Now he must fight crime and keep her alive at the same time

“Can you believe it?” Gyutaro mutters to haru, a detective from narcotics, as he sips his 3rd cup of coffee in the break room, one elbow perched on the high table, back facing the coffee machine as he glared at y/n from the blinds.”Can you believe some prissy, precious little princess just gets to waltz in here and act like she owns the place?!”. Haru chuckles. “Aw come on man your not afraid of women that are.. you know actually younger than you” haru draws out. “Fuck off man” Gyutaro threatens. “But then again” he continues, “the only person you could ever score with was that old lady who’s cat you rescued from the tree!” He started spluttering with laughter (y’all this happened to my ex so I have to put it in it’s too funny) “piss off prick! You know it’s not like that! And grow some fucking balls while your at it!” He shouts across the room as picks up and launches any object within his reach. Instinctively, haru wastes no time attempting to evade gyutaros wrath, running out of the room laughing to himself.

“Ooooh my, shabana-Kun you’re so tall and handsome” he quotes her in a high pitched granny voice “why if I was still a spring chicken I’d certainly let you-“ “Rustle my feathers!“ Daniel and two other co workers join in unison. Much to gyutaros embarrassment the trio start falling about in laughter, clearly in stitches about this inside joke gyutaro himself wasn’t even aware of. (He thought no one knew 💀) only when the mood shifted had gyutaro caught up to the fact y/n somehow appeared behind all of them. “Hey all! What are you guys laughing about??”. Silence filled the room. She looks up and locks eyes with a flustered Gyutaro.

#gyutaro #gyutaro x reader #demon slayer gyutaro #gyutaro smut #gyutaro x y/n #gyutaro x you #gyutaro shabana #gyuutarou x reader #gyutaro headcanons #gyuutarou #kny gyutaro

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elliemyrah · 1 year ago

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Extremely personal and Emotional!! You have been warned!!

I think it's time I reblog and talk about this. I know no one knows about my life here cause I don't talk too much about it due to privacy.

But this is my baby Milo, I got him on October 18th 2020. He was a gift to myself for landing a job after such a long unemployment. He's a Snowshoe Siamese and when I got him I wanted to name him Otto. But my family went against it and had him obey with Milo.

He never got along with my other cat Mili who will be turning 15 in December. So it was a huge worry leaving them alone. I made sure to play with him a bunch. I worked long hours and my family would keep saying he's your cat! He was extremely hyper like nothing tired him out. I would be so exhausted from the day playing and working. On mother's day I would call myself a mother to him because of how attached he was to me and how he wanted me to carry him like a baby.

When I would leave for work he would still be hyper as all hell and cause so much trouble in the house. He was nicknamed the Little Nuisance hehe, but that meant he would let his aggression out on Mili. I tried to do everything I could to stop this of course, I even tried to introduce them to each other at the beginning but nobody would follow the steps so that never fully worked out.

So my parents solution was to let him outside, without a harness. I tried harness training him btw just took time for him to get used to it which was fine. Though he'd always find a way to get out of it sigh.

I never liked him going outside even though he never left the backyard. He did almost gave me a heart attack once when he climbed are huge tree and started crying for me when he got to the top. (We no longer have that tree) He was too smart for his own good but was the sweetest and softest cat ever. He loved cuddles and napping with me all the time. When I'd get home from work I'd wait on the couch waiting for his meows to let him from his night backyard times. He'd find out I was home and immediately want all my attention and love. I honestly didn't expect the one time he irritated and I just let him go outside that it would have been his last.

I won't go into detail but he actually left the backyard and into the street. I'm pretty sure u can guess what happened next. But uhh I remember hearing him crying at the back and my sister opened it. I heard a gasp and realized his cries were in pain. Half his body flattened but crawled to me meowing "Mom! Mom!" Over and over again. We acted fast but it was no use, he was gone the moment the vet told my sister and I to wait outside. I never screamed so loud in my life. I wanted everyone in that vet to hear my mourning to hear a mother lose her son.

I still hear the echoes of his meow. I still blame myself for everything cause I was just not in a position to own another living creature yet. He should have gone to someone ready for that. Cause I know I showed every bit of love I have for him everyday. Cause he reflected that love right back too. He passed away on the 6th of November 2021.

I still sit on that couch waiting for him meow to come in. Only now is it to let my mom's dog inside from his night pee.

I still haven't recovered, I still have his ashes. Sometimes I feel like I'm ignoring their existence. I don't mean to but just any thought of it brings me so much loss. I'm not sure what to do now.

October 18th is soon and he would have been 3 years old now. I'm currently unemployed again and have tried hard to find another but no luck. Still no luck in finding a place for my gf to go. She's with her parents again which has been a nightmare. My therapist had all retired or moved. And still no answers back when I will get one again. I'm at an all time low. I really feel numb and honestly like a failure.

I'm sorry for dumping this all on u guys but this has been on my chests for so long. I hope I haven't fucked up your day. I'm still gonna be posting, I'm excited to draw for u guys really. So much I wanna do you know. Glad to share this and I'll be posting real soon.

It's a boy's birthday!

Milo turned 1 years old everybody!

First time making a cat cake.

#personal #milo

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titanicsimp · 4 years ago

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Mine, his, ours

Pairing: Zeke Yeager x Female!reader/Porco Galliard x reader/Reiner Braun x reader

Genres: Smut

Warnings: Sexual content including; gangbang, vaginal and anal sex, oral, cockwarming, creampies, fingering, double and triple penetration.

Summary: Zeke asks you to join him during a meeting with Porco and Reiner, but you never imagined he did so to tease you in front of them.

A/N: Shoutout to @pandorasbox126 for letting me spitball this idea to her 😌 like two weeks ago already but still

The Warriors meetings were usually a private affair, reserved only for its members, but you had just been invited.

It had surprised you when Zeke told you he would like you to come along with him to the meeting later that day. You had been going out with him for over half a year, and you had never been to one. You of course had accepted, excited to get closer to the others.

The building was almost completely cleared up when you arrived. You didn’t think anything odd of it, it was quite late after all. The Warriors had a busy schedule so late night meetings had happened once or twice before if you recalled correctly.

Zeke gives you a smile as you approach, greeting you excitedly. “There you are. Come on, the others are already waiting.” He tells you and throws an arm over your shoulder.

You glance around the empty hallways curiously as he leads you to the meeting room. It’s all pretty plain and clean, you aren’t sure what else you expected.

When you and Zeke stand outside of the door, you stop him from opening it.

“Anything I should know before we enter?” You ask him nervously, glancing up at him.

His hand on your shoulder squeezes you reassuringly. “Remember to relax.”

You nod and enter the meeting room with Zeke. Reiner and Porco are indeed already waiting, sitting on the couch that’s on the left of the big oak table in the middle.

You give them a bright smile and wave. “Hello guys.”

They both greet you back. You notice that even though they are acting nonchalantly like usual, their eyes seem to drift over you eagerly. No way, you think to yourself, you are mistaking.

Zeke pulls out a chair for you on the right side of the table and you happily sit down. He takes a seat next to you, giving you a tiny smile before he turns his attention to the rest of the Warriors.

You suddenly realize that you are missing someone. “Uhm, is Pieck not coming?”

Porco leans his arm over the backrest of the couch. “Nope. She’s not feeling well or something.”

You nod your head. Even they get sick now and then you suppose.

Silence falls over the room before Zeke clears his throat. “So, what’s on the agenda today?”

“Whether we should let Braun be eaten already.” Porco says, a grin on his face.

Reiner shakes his head, crossing his arms. “Shut up, Galliard.”

He looks at you. “We are discussing defense.”

You give Reiner a appreciative smile. Fuck though, you don’t know shit about that.

As the three of them start going over defense tactics and possible adjustments, you start feeling lost. You fiddle with your hands in your lap, grateful that Porco and Reiner can’t see your nerves.

Zeke puts a hand over yours, and you glance at him. He’s continuing their talk, but his fingers stroke over yours. He must have noticed that you were nervous.

You relax under your boyfriend’s touch, and you lean back a bit in your chair. When your fingers stop fiddling he moves his hand away from yours and instead lays it on your thigh.

You swallow as Zeke softly squeezes and strokes over your thigh through your skirt.

Reiner and Porco start arguing about something, and Zeke grabs the opportunity to lean over and whisper in your ear. “I wonder what you’re wearing underneath this.”

His hand slides up your thigh and strokes over your panties. You clench your legs together and give him a shocked look. The others are right there!

Zeke’s smirk speaks volumes. He’s more than aware that they are present.

Your face heats up as his fingers continue to stroke up and down your mount, teasing you to open your legs for him.

Reluctantly, but too curious not to, you spread your legs slightly. Zeke pushes up your skirt till he can reach your panties. Two of his fingers slide over your clothed sex, and you jump slightly in surprise of how far he is actually going.

“Are you okay?”

Your attention is drawn back to Reiner and Porco, who seized their arguing and are looking directly at you.

“Yes! Sorry, I’m just a bit tired I suppose.” You lie.

As their eyes glide over you in an assessing manner, your heart beats rapidly in your chest. It feels so dirty to have them look at you right now, especially as Zeke takes it a step further and sticks his hand into your panties.

You grind your teeth together, doing your best to tuck away any expressions or noises that will give you away.

“So, what’s your conclusion?” Zeke asks, forcing the others back to the subject as his fingers seek out the wetness he just created.

You sigh in relief as both Reiner and Porco lay down a conclusion, which still conflicts with each other. They’ll be busy a bit more, which you’ll need.

Zeke glances at you from the corner of his eye, a smirk on his face as his fingers find your entrance, and after stroking over it a few times, he enters you. Your hands grip onto the edges of your seat as his fingers stretch you out.

You feel embarrassed but at the same time thrilled about doing this so publicly. His fingers move in and out of you slowly and he draws his fingertips exactly against the spots he knows you like.

Reiner gives up and settles, bringing his and Porco’s argument to an end. Your walls clench around Zeke’s fingers when both look at you again. You avoid making eye contact. Gods, it’s so embarrassing to admit, but you’re scared you may cum if you do.

You had found Reiner and Porco attractive since the first time you had met the Warriors, so their gazes definitely have you heated.

Zeke’s fingers speed up and you grab onto his arm in response. He’s going too fast, doing too much, you won’t be able to keep quiet if he goes on.

You squeeze his arm tightly, but he pays it no attention. He chats on like nothings going on, the only thing betraying him the bulge in his pants that only you can see.

A soft moan slips from your lips when he starts curling his fingers inside of you, right against the spot that always has you cumming. You quickly cough to cover it up, but as you catch a glimpse of Reiner’s and Porco’s faces, you realize you might be busted.

You glance desperately at Zeke and tug at his sleeve. You are so close to cumming, he really needs to stop.

“Uhh Z-zeke? Sorry to interrupt but I forgot something at home, it’s pretty important.” You say and do your best to keep your voice steady.

It didn’t sound convincing at all, and Zeke shrugs it off. “I’m sure it’s fine, the meeting’s almost over.”

You bite the inside of your cheek, his fingers still moving inside you without remorse. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Focus, you tell yourself. You have to focus on not cumming.

When you glance around the room, your gaze accidentally meets Reiner’s. There’s a clear flush around his nose and cheeks, and the dark look of lust in his eyes confirms that he knows what you are doing. Seeing him like that pushes you over the edge, and you gasp as you cum around Zeke’s fingers.

You grab and claw at Zeke’s sleeve, still trying to cover your actions but tiny moans pathetically spill from your lips.

When realizing that you were still looking at Reiner while you came, you quickly avert your eyes to the floor. Your body feels like it’s on fire, a potent mix of embarrassment and lust setting it ablaze.

Even as you hear them say your name, you don’t dare look up. How can you face Reiner and Porco after this?!

Zeke’s hand leaves your panties and he grabs your face with the other. He takes in your flustered expression with a smile.

You can’t believe your eyes when he leisurely licks off his fingers, groaning at the taste of you.

You glance at the others in absolute shock, finding them both with lust-stricken smiles themselves.

“You did good, baby.” Zeke tells you and presses a quick kiss to your lips.

“I-I don’t understand.” You tell Zeke and then turn to the other two. “I’m really sorry, I don’t- I never- I-“. You have no clue how you can correct this.

Porco chuckles at your embarrassed rambling. “You really should’ve told her beforehand, Yeager.”

You look at Zeke again, who gives him a casual shrug. “It’s more fun this way.”

Zeke cups your face again. “They knew they were getting a little show, that’s why they came.”

Your eyes widen in shock as you process what he just said. Reiner and Porco came so they could watch... you? Your fantasies are coming true in a way you never thought they would.

“And quite a show it was.” Porco says and Zeke let’s go of your face so you can look at him. Porco’s palming his erection through his pants eagerly, his eyes never leaving your form.

You can barely believe this is happening.

Zeke strokes over your arm lovingly. “Why don’t you get undressed?”

His gaze shows he’s sure of what he’s asking, prompting you to go along with it. Though the situation has you rattling with nerves, you want to do this, and who knows if you would ever get a chance like this again.

You stand up and stand next to the table, your front in full display to Reiner and Porco while your backside is visible for Zeke.

You slowly undress, taking off your shoes, your sweater and skirt. Embarrassment creeps up your skin as you feel exposed before them, but Reiner and Porco embolden you with their entranced gazes.

Porco takes his cock into his hand when you take off your underwear, stroking it faster the more skin you reveal.

When you are completely naked, you glance at Zeke. He waves his hand, urging you to move towards Porco with a casual smile.

You go over to Porco, who grabs you and pulls you onto his lap, showing you a toothy smile. A mewl leaves your mouth as he places your back against his chest and spreads your legs, sliding his cock through your wetness.

Across the table, Zeke lights a cigarette, watching the scene unfold as he leans back.

“You know, I couldn’t believe it when he offered to share, but I’m glad he did.” Porco pants into your ear, his cock poking at your entrance. “I’ve wanted to know what you feel like for way too long.”

His arms hook themselves under your knees, assuring that you are on full display for Zeke to see as he slides his length into your cunt. You moan loudly when he bottoms out inside of you, your walls eagerly sucking him in.

Porco bites your neck softly when he starts fucking up into you, sucking and nibbling at the skin till you are sure he has left a mark. Zeke watches you with a small grin and you feel a shiver run over your body at the dirtiness of it all.

After Porco has been thrusting into you for a bit, Reiner speaks up. “Bend her towards me.”

Porco groans but does it nonetheless, letting go of your legs so he can position you on all fours, facing Reiner instead. You moan when Porco reenters you, his hands finding your waist and grabbing it harshly as Reiner strokes your cheek.

Reiner’s face is still flushed with lust, and as he presses his cock against your lips you happily open up for him. You moan around his cock, taking it as deep as you can without choking as Porco continues fucking you, causing your body to rock forward.

Reiner groans your name, his hands finding your hair and pulling it lightly as you suck his cock. The head soon starts hitting the back of your throat as Porco’s hard thrusts cause you to fall forward onto Reiner over and over again.

Your scream is silenced on Reiner’s cock when you cum again. It feels foreign but amazing to cum around Porco, but he pulls out almost immediately when you do. You realize why when you feel his hot seed spurt onto your ass and back.

Zeke laughs and Reiner pulls you off of his cock with a pop. He slides his cock over your lips and cheeks messily before backing off.

“Almost forgot the number one rule there, Galliard.” Zeke says and tsks at him disappointingly.

Porco groans and runs a hand through his hair. “I didn’t expect her to cum, shit.”

You can hear how ragged his breathing is and you can’t help but feel proud that you took him by surprise.

“What’s the number one rule?” You ask when you find your voice.

Reiner lifts you up and drags you onto his lap, once again making you face Zeke. Your eyes roll back when Reiner slides his thick cock into you, but unlike Porco he doesn’t move.

Zeke eyes sparkle with lust and amusement as he speaks. “They can’t cum inside your cunt. I’m a generous man but that I won’t share in.”

You smile through your strained panting. You’re glad that Zeke is possessive of you in that way.

Reiner shifts slightly, causing his cock to drag against your walls. You bite your lip and he groans behind you, his hands finding your breasts.

Porco and Zeke start shedding their clothing as Reiner keeps you on his cock, playing with your breasts. You cry out his name when he tugs at your nipples and you feel his cock twitch inside of you in response.

Reiner pants your name heavily into your ear. “I heard you and Zeke, night in night out, and it made me wonder how one little girl could draw so much noise from him.”

He rolls your nipples between his fingers, making you cry out excitedly.

“Now I know how.”

You try to move on his cock, eager for more, but Reiner keeps you still.

Zeke leans against the table in front of you, stroking his cock with a grin on his face while he watches you. You already look like a wreck, and the main event hasn’t even started.

He calls out your name, causing you to look slightly more focused. “Don’t you think it’s unfair to keep one of us waiting the whole time?”

Pushing away from the table, he walks over to you. You moan loudly as he presses down on your shoulder, pressing you down harder onto Reiner’s length.

“I’m confident my little slut can please us better, can’t she?”

You nod your head desperately. Fuck, you are so sensitive after cumming twice already and you would do anything to get off again.

“Good girl.” Zeke says, lifting his hand from your shoulder and giving your forehead a quick peck.

He motions at Porco and Reiner to get up. You whine in protest when Reiner lifts you and slides his cock out of you, making you stand up with him.

Zeke lays down onto the couch, giving you a smirk before he pulls you onto him by your hand. You straddle him eagerly, grateful for the lush couch this room has.

Your eyes squeeze shut and your mouth opens in an O when Zeke slides his cock into your slick cunt, your arousal coating part of your ass and thighs already from all the activity, making his entrance easy.

His hands find your ass, and your eyes open in shock when he spreads your cheeks. Are they going to?..

“Ssshhh.” He reassures you. “Breath in and relax, just like we’ve done before.”

Reiner settles behind you, having coated his cock in a generous amount of lube to make it go as smoothly as possible. You suck in a breath when you feel him position his cock at your tight hole and you grab onto Zeke’s shoulder in preparation.

Curses fall from Reiner’s mouth as he pushes into your ass, slowly spreading you out on his length. Your nails dig into Zeke’s shoulders till Reiner has completely bottomed out and you take a deep breath.

You feel so full, both of theirs cock stuffed inside you and sandwiched between their bodies. You let out a shaky moan, both of them biting back groans as well.

Reiner kisses the back of your neck comfortingly as he holds still inside of you. Zeke on the other hand, drags his cock almost completely out of you before slamming back in with an impatient look on his face.

You scream out in pleasure and squeeze hard around both of their cocks.

“Fuck, that’s what I like to see.” Zeke says as you shake slightly on top of him.

He’s such a bastard, but he knows exactly what you like.

Encouraged by Zeke, Reiner thrusts into your ass experimentally. When you moan out and his cock slides in and out with ease, he starts thrusting harder, matching his pace with Zeke’s.

Your mind is growing more and more fogged, so much pleasure coursing through you all at once. When Porco grabs you by your hair and forces your head to the side, you look up at him with watery eyes.

Porco chuckles and slides his cock against your lips, smearing your combined juices from before over them. You mewl and open your mouth for him obediently.

Knowing that you can’t focus on moving it yourself while getting fucked in both holes, he holds your head still and starts thrusting in and out of your mouth. “Fuck you look so hot.”

Zeke and Reiner continue to thrust into you, their paces starting to differ as each starts rutting away in pleasure. Your desire for all three of them is so high that you don’t protest in the slightest even as Porco starts fucking your throat roughly, his pelvis bumping against your nose with every thrust.

Reiner sputters out incoherent words as his hips slam harder against your ass, his cock twitching wildly inside of you. He’s close, and to ensure his friend feels you squeeze around him one more time, Zeke brings one hand down to your clit.

You want to move away from Zeke’s fingers, all of it becoming too much, but you have nowhere to back off to. When you thrash you only pierce yourself further onto one of their cocks.

“Fuck! Ah- God- Wait!” You try to say, but Porco’s cock muffles you. If you cum now you feel that you won’t stop till they pull out.

Nobody hears your pleas, and soon Zeke’s fingers reach their goal. You scream out around Porco’s cock as your holes clench wildly around the ones inside of you.

With a last stutter and a cry of your name, Reiner cums in your ass. You tremble from your own orgasm as he continues fucking his load into you.

“Shit, you’re still cumming huh?” Zeke says teasingly as he thrusts up into your cunt.

You wouldn’t be able to say anything even if Porco’s cock wasn’t down your throat. You moan and cry out with abandon and he groans at the vibrations it creates on his cock. His hand in your hair tightens as he reaches his own end.

Just as Zeke halts his thrusting and cums, Porco does as well. You swallow down the robes of cum Porco shoots down your throat while Zeke stuffs your cunt with his.

When Porco pulls out, cum drips from your mouth, making an even worse mess.

Zeke and Reiner continue lazily fucking their seed into you, but your body is too exhausted to keep up anymore. Your cunt throbs from cumming so much and you don’t even care about the cum that’s on your face.

Reiner catches you just in time when you fall forward, your arms giving out.

“I think she’s done for today.” He says with a chuckle.

For today? You want to question whether this is a regular thing now, but your throat is too sore from screaming and sucking.

Reiner holds you against him as he lifts you off of his and Zeke’s cocks. Cum flows out freely from your holes, leaving a mess behind on the couch.

Zeke scoots over and Reiner lays you down on the couch, half on top of Zeke. You cuddle into his form, so warm and comforting. Your eyelids feel heavy as you pant out your excitement.

Zeke strokes your hair off of your forehead. “At least tell them thank you.” He tells you smugly.

You glance at Porco and Reiner, both looking at you with desire in their eyes. You would feel flushed if you weren’t heated as hell already. “T-thank you.”

Porco grins. “No thank you, but next time I’m getting-” Reiner puts up his hand to silence him.

“Don’t say anything about a next time.”

Reiner smiles. “Zeke likes for it to be a surprise after all.”

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iamblue15 · 2 years ago

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Wybie: Using that golem talisman on a pile of scrap was genius! I never thought I would have the best building partner!

Franken-Scrap: (Moans as he spots a shiny red button)

Wybie: Now what’s the rule? No touching any levers, switches, dials and especially red buttons! Absolutely not!

Franken-Scrap: (Pushes it anyway)

(The machine than launches a rapid fast basketball which it ricochet’s off the walls of Wybie’s garage, breaking off Franken-Scrap’s leg and sending wybie crashing into a pile of boxes)

Franken-Scrap: Ah! Buuuuddy!

Wybie: Accidents happen, it’s all good.

Franken-Scrap: (Laughs)

Wybie: Whoa, Your foot. Someone need Wybie’s help? I just can’t imagine a better building buddy than you. Your perfect. Except for he backwards foot thing.

Coraline: (Off-screen) C’mon Wybie! Aren’t you coming?

Wybie: Great work, but I gotta go bye-bye. We’ll tinker again tomorrow.

Franken-Scrap: Buuuudyyy.

Wybie: Sorry, buddy, you can’t come.

Franken-Scrap: (Moan)

Wybie: I know, I know, I’ll miss you too. And remember, keep it down. If my friends find you, especially Jonsey, You’ll be back into pieces before you can say... (Moans)

Franken-Scrap: (Moan)

Wybie: Exactly!

Franken-Scrap: Buuuudyy- (Slams the door and severs his arm)

Franken-Scrap: (laughs as he touches random objects in the living room before preparing to touch the TV)

Wybie: No! Buddy, no touching buttons! I-I mean no flushing muffins! What a waste.

Coraline: Ok, Wyb, what’s with you today?

Lili: It’s obvi, Jones. He’s wigging ‘cause he’s dying to wreck some Golem dweebs!

Franken-Scrap: Ehhh?

Coraline: So you’re itching to make a mess, is that right?

Wybie: Uhh, Yeah, I hate those big jerks. Any moment I’m not smashing a rock jerk into jerk dust is a wasted jerk moment. Bunch of jerks! (Whispers) I don’t mean you.

(Franken-Scrap then runs out the back door crying while wybie looks with sadness)

Raz: Aaaand the hug is still going.

Wybie: Good times! You know, we should do this again.

Coraline: Yeah, see ya.

Norman: He’s acting weird. Not just Wybie weird. Dipper weird. No offense.

Dipper: I was gonna say the same thing.

Wybie: Buddy! Buddy! Hey! Where’d you go, buddy?

Coraline: There you are. What’s up with all the secrecy?

Wybie: Friends! What are you guys doing?

Raz: Hold that thought. We got a little situation going on!

(Down below, Franken-Scrap is tearing off a man’s black jacket, breaking a a wooden standee of grocery shopper wearing a black coat and taking off and ripping a small dog’s hoodie)

Neil: A Golem made of metal?

Raz: And he’s only attacking people in black jackets. Huh, it’s like someone who wears a black jacket really hurt this guy’s feelings once. Strange. (Raz says as Wybie starts to break down in tears)

Lili: Dibs on wrecking him!

Witch 1: We could never let you keep him. Destory him, sister!

Witch 2: My extreme pleasure.

(Witch 2 pushes Wybie away before conjuring a bolt of lightning at Franken-Scrap, but Raz deflects it just in time.)

Raz: Back off! He’s ours, apparently.

Mabel: A new best friend? You’re gonna need this, you’re one of us now, buddy! (Mabel draws a Mystery Kids symbol on his face)

Franken-Scrap: (Giggles) Buudyyy!

Wybie: That’s right! Your on our team. But this fight isn’t about making projects, it’s about kicking evil witch faces! Are you with me?

Franken-Scrap: (Grunt)

Wybie: This way, buddy. (Turns him around)

(The Mystery Kids are outnumbered by golems and get themselves tied up in metal cable.)

Franken-Scrap: Ahhh! Buuuudiiiiesss!

Witch 1: Finish them. And destroy the traitor.

(The witches golems close in on him. But Franken-Scrap enraged by his new friends getting hurt, concentrates all his power and summons nearly all the metal in the junkyard and make his hand three times as big.

Witch 1: They grow up and turn against you so fast.

(With swing of his fist, all the golems and witches are set blasting into the night sky)

#mystery kids #rottmnt #incorrect quotes #Coraline #gravity falls #psychonauts #Paranorman

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simkngdan · 3 years ago

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JUST A LITTLE BIT - 08 : riki you idiot.

wc : 581

dec 22, 2021. 8:07 am | location: belift lab high school

“riki hey!” jake greeted the younger, who was entering the key to his locker.

“oh, jake? ‘sup man?“ riki said in a state of confusion from jake’s unexpected presence.

“yo i was wondering if you could help me out a bit, it’s something that’s been bothering me for a little.”

“uhh, are you sure you want me to help?” riki laughed, “we just met so i’m probably not your best choice-“

“actually it has to do with y/n, so you’re the only one who can help me.”

riki stared into the older boy and quickly gathered his things from his locker, shoving them in his backpack, “oh y/n? actually, i think i should probably head to class, its starting soon. i’ll see you later!” he chucked and rushed away trying to avoid jake, failing quickly when jake grabbed his shoulder and turned him around.

“listen, i just need you to answer something really quick, i promise i won’t tell anyone anything.”

riki looked around frantically, searching for any sign that his friends may be around, “ugh fine. what’s your question?” he whispered, a sigh of relief coming from jake’s mouth.

“thanks man,” the older boy smiled, “ok so you know how in the groupchat, you told us that y/n had a crush on one of us?”

riki’s eyes opened up wide, regret washing over him from his previous statement as he suspected what jake would ask him, “yeah? i think.” he shrugged.

“did she ever tell you who it was? not that it’s any of my business, but i was just wondering because you know-“

riki dozed off in the middle of jake’s rambling, debating on how to answer jake’s question. should he tell him that she “likes” him? but what if jake confesses his crush on y/n, which he clearly has, and it turns into a big mess? maybe it’s better he keep it to himself, right? just blow it off, pretend she never told him who she had a crush on, and nothing will happen.

“she told me she had a crush on you.” riki blurted out.

riki you idiot, he mentally face planted himself.

“OH SHIT!“ jake yelled, drawing the attention of multiple classmates in the halls, one of them being isa who gave riki a “what the hell is he yelling about” look.

“yeah i got to go buddy. glad i could help!” he said, patting jake on the shoulder and walking away as fast as he could once more, escaping isa this time.

after arriving to his classroom, he let out a sigh and calmly collected himself before walking over to his desk. he sunk down into his seat, his hood over his head, wishing this day would end along with his misery. the bell rang loudly in his ears, as he sat up and felt a tap on his shoulder. he turned back and groned loudly at the sight of the person he last wanted to see right now, “y/n? why are you here? since when are you in this class?”

“uhh since the first day?” she said, shuffling through her backpack to take out her homework, “good morning to you too i guess.”

“good morning sorry, it’s just been a stressful morning.”

“oh damn, is everything ok? is this about the whole sunghoon thing? i didn’t mean for it to stress you out.” she said, concern deep in her voice for the boy.

“oh no. well yes, but everything’s fine. don’t worry about it.” he lied and he gave her a reassuring smile, turning his body to the front of the classroom and sinking down into his seat again, yeah this is gonna be a big mess.

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a/n: first written chapter OMG i actually liked writing chapters more than i thought i would IDK WHY I WAS RLLY SCARED TO WRITE THIS but anyways! i wanted to say that ik the y/n fanclub flame riki a lot but !! it is just like teasing between friends :) i just wanted to point it out bc i feel like it came off like they were being really mean to riki but it’s all just part of the story 😉😉 THANK U GUYS AGAIN FOR READING I HOPE YOU ARE SAFE AND HEALTHY <3

summary - if there were two things y/n and park sunghoon had in common, it was their love for figure skating and themselves. other than that, you could say they were born to hate each other. whether it was on or off the ice, the two were always at each others necks, trying to find some kind of competition. but what happens when y/n gets together with sunghoon’s best friend, jake, as a way to distract sunghoon and he starts to get… jealous? can sunghoon get y/n to love him back, even if it’s just a little bit?

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HELLO! I saw you were a new blog that needed requests and I was wondering if you could write head-canons for todoroki, bakugou, and kiri (separately) with a s/o that has a witchcraft quirk? TY

well hi! thank you for the request, it was so cool to write! now i’m assuming you mean like a quirk that works like potions and herbs/crystals and spirit summoning and spells which is the road i’m taking i hope that’s okay?

now this boy is

excited

when he first saw the mist swirling around your fingers as you fought the robots in the UA exam, a shock went through his body

what was that?

okay he didn’t mean to stare- considering he was in the middle of an exam- but the way you moved and the glints of a crystals around your body was just so cool

time passed and he got closer to you, during the dorm competition your room was the only room he wanted to see and boy did he love it

the green ivy and plants in your room, the pots and white smoke curling from diffusers and shelves full of powder and inks organised in a neat row

your room felt like a whole new world- like magic

literally after everyone had left he was still in your room looking around like a meerkat assessing it’s surroundings

fast forward; you guys are dating and he was VERY curious as to how your quirk worked, and you explained how your spells and energy came from the crystals and jewels

each crystal gave you a different energy, which converted to your power!

kirishima literally watched in awe as you pointed at all the different coloured gems and jewels and the symbols on your walls

he even asked to touch some of them and asked where you got them

he also asked to see them in battle, and asked if you had any similar to his own quirk!

the both of you engaged in LOTS of different mock battles, which almost always ended up in a play fight rather than real training- just because he ends up enjoying watching you use your quirk too much to actually focus

once you two had engaged in a long, breathless make out session against one of the walls- what can I say? you wanted to see what it felt like to kiss kirishima in his red riot form and have him melt back to normal under your touch

yeahh...it was a bad idea to do that in the school gym, where half of class 1-B caught you two mushed together against a wall

back to the hc!

he asks SO many questions

sometimes just sits on your bed for ages and asks one after the other after the other, to the point where aizawa has to come and send him back to his side of the dorm

let me tell you now: if you are 1) planning to get anything or 2) NEED anything, don’t let him find out

you once let it slip that you were considering getting pouches to carry these crystals, and the sweet, sweet boy went out and bought BUCKETS of bags

yes buckets because he didn’t know if your crystals would be affected by material or size of the bag or- god forbid what if it did and he ruined your quirk in battle?!

he’d never forgive himself.

ever.

like literally he’d be on his knees ready for punishment of how you saw fit because of his mistake

what can i say? the boys dramatic

but its endearing :,)

it ended up being the cutest date of you cuddled up on his bed wrapped in his blankets like you were drowning in them,

whilst he sat on the floor, presenting each little bag and pouch to you, all teleshopping style.

‘and THIS 🤩 gorgeous article comes with not just 1😱! not just 2 😱! but THREE 🤯🥵🥳🥳 buttons to clip close to ensure a tight, secure hold of your 😏 special package’

yeah he made a sleazy face

yeah you threw a plushy at him

all of them were bought with your costume in mind and how could you not keep some of the bags? with kirishima watching you with the biggest eyes and slightly-pouting-lips-but-he-would-never-admit-it there was no way you didn’t keep the most useful ones

you asked him to return the extra bags so he wouldn’t have wasted his money, whilst you repaid his kindness with lots and lots of kisses and cuddles

;) or more depending on how you want it

todoroki is uhh...

emotionally constipated

but thats not his fault

#fuckendeavour

sometimes it comes off that he’s not interested in your quirk in a general sense, but it’s only because he doesn’t know how to ask without seeming pushy

he gets shy (but doesn’t show it) but with time that decreases to a sort of dry affection

i’m not saying he’s a dry boyfriend but he definitely isn't as spritely as someone like Denki might be

the way you’d see that he wanted to know more was if he asked you to come and fight with him, train with him and study

this is where he asked about your quirk

he didn’t ask to the extent of kirishima, who said everything that came to mind, he asked precise questions that gave him all the information he was desperate to know because you are so cool it makes his heart burn needed

and he also knew you would add more information as you explained, which he loved because he loved hearing you talk so passionately

this time your quirk allowed you to control people to an extent, depending on different plants and herbs you used

the plants each had a special line, muttered as you dropped the herbs anywhere on your opponent for it to activate

best believe todoroki asked for one to knock endeavour out, literally out of nowhere💀

once, one night you had been laying on your bed, and todoroki had popped over to see you. it was still quite early on in your relationship so you weren’t expecting him to cuddle up beside you and tuck into your smaller body, chin hooked onto your shoulder whilst his eyes bore into yours from below todoroki loves eye contact

‘Do your plants have meanings?’

that’s it, that’s all he softly whispered in your ear

‘What do you mean?’ You whispered back

‘Like...like roses mean love...do your herbs have a meaning linked to what they do?’

okay now he was blushing, very gently because he didn’t want to annoy you, or ask you a question you’d never thought of and make you feel silly or insecure about his quirk

YOU on the other hand were smothering a dopey grin. you knew your boyfriend and his boundaries, and you knew that him asking you in such an intimate setting meant he was trying hard for you

you also knew that he’d just given you free reign to ramble however you saw fit

so you explained, how each herb did this, how if you mixed them they did that, if you made a liquid infused with them it helped with your application in battle and so much more

todoroki listened silently, but his eyes were gleaming

literally glowing in the darkness- I mean was that even possible? it had to have been considering how todoroki looked at you that night

after you were done, he replied with a similar thing about his own quirk, and both of you had a long long chat that went from quirks, to schooling, to life, to aliens and more

todoroki had the weirdest humour, he never knew he was being funny until your quiet giggles morphed into full blown laughter- and caused a knock from the next room over because you were being too loud

he would let out his own little chuckles and smirks, seeing you enjoy his company so much

it was a while after that day when something new happened

you’d sent him a message, whilst he was sitting right next to you, and your contact name flashed on his screen suddenly, catching your eye

‘my calendula’

you looked at todoroki

todoroki looked at you

you both blinked

‘calendula?’ you asked

‘yes’ todoroki replied

‘why calendula?’

‘because,’ todoroki blushed deeply, eyes flickering away from yours

‘because you said calendula means joy...you’re my joy. arent you?’

and god help anyone who tries to say you aren’t todoroki’s joy

because you would literally throw them to the ground

your heart soared at how todoroki loved you and your quirk so much

even though it wasn’t blatantly obvious, it was the little things he did for you 😍

he originally going to call you his basil until Bakugou came round behind him asking him if he was writing the dorms grocery list. safe to say that plan was aborted immediately :D

oho

sorry I just

*pfft*

bakugo amuses me, he really does he’s so entertaining

okay sorry back to the headcanon

I headcanon you’re REALLY strong

like STUPID strong

Remember bakugos reactions to all the students quirks and he was like ‘shit I cant beat them 😨’

And his reaction to todoroki? yeah he’d literally see you use your quirk and just

no I’m joking

but I feel like as your s/o he’d be super obsessed with your quirk

he’d always want to train with you, he’d see it as an amazing part of you that he wants to help hone so you can be the best of the best

not better than him obviously but the best anyway

not that he’d SHOW all of this awe and pride to you, it’s normally delivered in a bunch of bakugo sentences:

‘oi your form is shit. do this instead.’

that means he’s realised a new way you can throw this punch, with much more force

‘tch, go train. you need the training.’

he wants to train with you. again.

‘....finally. took you long enough to learn that.’

you’ve just done something successfully and he’s trying so hard not to blush at how well you did it.

here your power is more destructive

you can create sigils using a your finger in the air and they create attack power

this with bakugos quirk makes a formidable duo, and if he doesn’t get partnered with you he will most likely throw a fit

but not a long fit more of a like ‘oi why is she over there we work better together’

but he realises as heroes you need to work well with anyone you meet, so he’s not too fussy

because of the fact that you draw the sigils, you have a habit of tracing out patterns and new symbols and any sort of designs subconsciously

this is done normally on any part of your skin, with a pen

bakugo being old man bakugo 🙄 got mad at you

he told you off for almost giving yourself ink poisoning and ruining your hand and making it all dirty drama queen

but throughout all of this bakugo had been clutching your hand, and best believe he wasn’t letting go

he used the hand he was holding to pull you along and sit comfortably, dropping his own palm into your lap and mumbling something that kind of, sort of, might have been along the lines of ‘use my arm dumbass’

now you had bakugos arm to scribble on to your hearts content.

you used this when you were stressed, worried that your nerves were causing you to forget things or simply because you wanted to hold bakugo close

in fact, bakugo himself had adopted this habit, and you’ll notice I said arm instead of hand

bakugo got nervous around you, and therefore sweaty, which therefore lead to tiny little explosions in his palms when you were near

but this habit had started to make him feel comfortable with his hands around you, it made him trust himself more

he knew his power was strong and he didn’t want to hurt you, your quirk was something that helped him with that

and he wouldn’t tell you that but he was grateful. VERY grateful

he once asked why you used pen, and not your finger on your skin considering the pen ink is toxic

you answered very quickly, by pulling out a sheet of people and sliding your finger across the surface in a sigil shape

promptly the paper burnt into a cinder :)

and bakugo never asked again

and that is the end! I hope you liked it and I did the idea of Witchcraft justice 😅 please do send some more requests!

god I loved this so much they’re all so cute :,) thank you for this request!!

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iamnotoriginalphil · 4 years ago

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Yes! I'm so glad u watched mrs Fletcher it deserves more love tbh how about a mrs Fletcher x female reader where she's a classmate of hers in the creative writing course they go too and eve flirts with the reader whenever she catches reader checking her out lmao and reader gets all shy/flustered and they see each other again at some bar and hook up? If that's cool! You can write it smut or not whatever is cool with you but uhh it be hot ofc 👀💀

I loved this show so much! I really hope you like this.

She was doing it again. You could understand why schools forced girls to cover their shoulders when the large swaths of her skin were distracting you. You couldn’t keep track of the conversation. Every time you looked away, she was like a magnet, drawing your gaze back.

And each time you did there would be a small upwards curve to her lips.

Not that you were staring at her lips. Again. You flushed and looked back down to your notebook, spinning your pen with your fingers.

When you looked up Eve was twirling a strand of her hair around her finger, lower lip worrying between her teeth, eyes averting from you before they could meet yours.

Your eyes tripped over her body, pausing to admire her collarbone, the way her chest rose and fell, the pale skin leading to the edge of her shirt.

Your tongue darted out, wetting your lips. A sharp inhalation had you looking back at her, her eyes boring into yours. There was something in them that had you clenching your fists, a warm tingle spreading over your body.

You turned your attention to whatever bullshit was spilling from Barry’s mouth. You tried to hold back an eye roll but couldn’t quite manage it. Eve giggled, making your eyes snap to her again, along with everyone else’s in the room. She murmured an apology, ducking her head to remove the attention from herself. As discussion started up again she looked up, giving you a wink. Your face warmed up.

You let the rest of the class wash over you, your eyes darting up now and then to look at the brunette across the room from you. You didn’t realise the lesson had finished until the noise suddenly increased as one voice layered over another. You shook your head, gathering up your notebook, shoving it into your bag.

“Are you coming with us?”

You looked up, surprised to find Eve looking at you with expectancy on her face.

“Sorry?” you asked.

“To the bar? Are you coming?” she asked.

“Oh.” You looked over her shoulder to a couple of expectant faces watching you, “I wish I could.”

“But?” She gently tugged on a strand of your hair, sending butterflies fluttering in your stomach.

“But it’s my friend’s birthday and I promised I’d stop by,” you said.

She pouted and you had to suppress the urge to kiss it away. She tugged on the strand of your hair again, wrapping it around her finger.

“I was hoping you’d come,” she said.

“Sorry but a promise is a promise,” you said, trying to suppress your blush.

She chuckled and you ducked your head. She lifted it with a finger under your chin.

“You’re a wonderful friend,” she said, “although I’d like you to remember my disappointment when you’re having fun tonight.”

“From the sounds of it, you don’t need my presence to have fun of your own,” you replied.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” she said.

“I’m sure,” you replied, “have fun, Eve.”

You slipped out of the room with an apologetic smile. Your friend’s birthday was both a blessing and a curse. On the one hand, spending more time with Eve was everything you craved, but on the other you were terrified of making a fool of yourself in front of her. Better to avoid even the potential of it happening than to live through it.

The thought of what if made you a dull member of the party and when it was suggested it move to a local bar it made you a pang go through you. You couldn’t help but wonder which bar Eve was at, and what she might be doing. And with whom.

The group pushed through the doors of the bar, laughter and chatter loud, the cool breeze following you in. You were swept towards the bar without much thought. A cool beer was pressed into your hand. You wrinkled your nose, passing it on to one of the other girls.

“There’s some hot guys here,” one of the girls almost shouted in your ear. You giggled, flicking some hair over your shoulder, “reckon we should try and get the birthday girl laid?”

You looked in the direction she was gazing and froze. Julian was swaying in time with the music, a bottle of his own hanging loosely from his long fingers. If he was here then that meant…

Fingers pressed into her waist, turning you around. Sparkling blue eyes met yours and Eve lent forward, her lips brushing against your ear as she spoke.

“I thought you said you couldn’t come out tonight.”

“The party moved,” you replied.

“I guess this is my lucky day,” she said, “now are you going to order me a drink?”

She gave you a cheeky grin, tugging on the end of your ponytail. You felt butterflies erupt in your stomach, your eyes darting down to her lips then back up again. You gave a nervous laugh.

“What are you having?” you asked.

“White wine with ice,” she replied.

You turned away, slapping your hand down on the bar. You were immediately greeted with the smile of the bartender. You put in your order, ignoring the wink he shot your way. Your fingers brushed against hers as you passed over the cool glass. She threaded her fingers through yours and tugged you away, shooting a glare behind you.

You settled at a table, your knees pressed together, watching as she slung one leg over the other. You licked your lips, watching as her eyes focused in on them, darkening. Her own tongue darted out and you felt heat rise high on your cheeks.

“Your friends look like they’re having fun,” she said. You glanced over your shoulder at the dance floor. A few of your friends were dancing, the birthday girl grinding up on Julian who looked as if he didn’t know what he’d done to deserve it. You gave a dry chuckle, knowing he wouldn’t be able to handle her if she got another drink in her. You turned back around to find Eve staring at you.

“What?” you asked, shifting in your seat.

“You’re an incredibly beautiful young woman,” she said, “you know that, right?”

You chuckled, “thanks.”

She reached across to you, her fingers running over the back of yours. It sent a shot of arousal through you, the skin on skin contact and soft touch making you catch your breath. She curled her fingers around, turning your hand over until it was facing palm up.

“I feel special that you’re not joining in the fun to indulge me,” she said.

“You are special,” you said, then blinked. You hadn’t meant to say it. Even if it was true.

You were surprised by the flush on her skin and the way her eyes looked down at your hand, where her fingers were still tracing over the lines of your palm. You stood, shuffling around the table. She looked up at you. You pulled your hand out from beneath hers.

“I’m going to kiss you now,” you said, “so this is the time to tell me if you don’t want it.”

When she didn’t say anything you cupped her cheeks, tilting her face up. You pressed your lips to hers, soft and unsure of yourself. She wrapped her arms around your waist, pulling you a set forward. You almost unbalanced, falling against her body. You gasped and her tongue invaded your mouth.

One of her legs managed to slip between yours, keeping your body pressed against hers. You slid a hand into her hair, tangling your fingers in it until it pulled. She moaned into your mouth before nipping at your lower lip.

You couldn’t get enough of her. She was intoxicating, addictive, and all you wanted was to let her consume you. Her kisses were like fire and you were worried if she asked you, you’d let her take you right then and there on the table. She drew back from you.

“Well, that was...,” she trailed off, sounding as breathless as you felt.

You didn’t let her catch her breath before kissing her again. You couldn’t stop. She was the air you breathed, the only important thing left. You needed her the way you’d never needed anyone else.

A loud laugh had you breaking away. You looked over your shoulder again, finding a group of your friends waving at you. You rolled your eyes and turned back to Eve.

“Do you want to get out of here?” you asked.

“Yes.”

She stood up, leaving her half drunk glass of wine, the ice long since melted. She slipped her arm around your waist, and you couldn’t stop your own from grasping her hip. You nipped at her earlobe, feeling her shiver from where she was pressed against you.

She drove you back to her place, assuring you her son was away at college with no plans of returning any time soon. You stumbled as you tried to pull your shoes off as she pulled you into the house. She grabbed your face, kissing you deeply. She pushed you against the wall, hard enough for your breath to woosh out of you.

You grabbed her hips, hauling her up until her legs wrapped around your waist. Her fingers buried in your hair, tugging on it until you were moaning into her mouth. You spun, pushing her against the wall, feeling her arch towards you.

She directed you to her room. You threw her down on the bed, watching as she bounced, her mouth falling open in surprise. She crawled over her, settling yourself on her mouth while you kissed her again. Her hands slipped under your shirt, palms pressing to your spine. You were holding her chin while you kissed her with abandon. She trailed her lips down, pressing to your pulse point, teeth scraping against your skin. Your head fell back as she pulled your shirt from your body. You reached behind you, unclasping your bra and throwing it to the side.

Her hands kneaded your breasts, brushing against your hardening nipples. You arched forward, seeking her touch. Her mouth closed around one of your nipples, sucking on it until a curse fell from your lips. She chuckled against you, pinching at the other while she looked up at you with big eyes. You stared down at her, your fingers tangling in her hair, keeping her pressed to you.

She kissed back up your body, hovering close enough for your breaths to mingle. You surged forward, pressing yourself to her. You pawed at her, until you could pull her own shirt from her body. She fell back, pulling you with her until you were holding yourself above her. You couldn’t stop your eyes roving over her form, all pale skin and beauty. She left you breathless.

You kissed her with abandon, hoping you were making her feel even half of what you did. She groaned as you slid your hands down, tracing her skin, feeling how soft it was beneath your fingertips. She sighed as you tasted her skin, taking your time with her. You slid down her body, wondering if you could kiss every inch of her before the night was done.

You unbuttoned her jeans, watching her lean on her elbows to watch, her hair awry. You nipped at her hip bone as you passed, enjoying the way she thrust up towards you. She hummed as you pulled the jeans from her legs. She kicked them away.

You grasped her ankles, pinning them to the mattress. You pressed a kiss to her knee, working your way up until your lips were pressed to her inner thigh. Her eyes were smouldering where they met yours, her lower lip caught between her teeth. You dipped forward, blowing over her heat. Her legs twitched, as if the impulse to clamp her legs around your head was running through her.

Your mouth descended on her. A curse fell from her lips and her head fell back on the pillow. You grasped her thighs, parting them further, giving you more room as you devoured her. Her fingers clutched at you, pressing you to her as she ground against your face. You hummed, feeling her body stiffen.

She grasped your face, pulling until you climbed up her body, wiping your mouth on the back of your hand. She kissed you, her tongue plundering the depths of your mouth. Her fingers worked on the fastening of your own jeans, practically ripping them from your body. You groaned into her mouth as her fingers found your core, running through your folds. You shifted your hips, a featherlight touch over your bundle of nerves making you whine.

You pressed against her own heat, stroking her as her fingers did the same to you. You sat up on her, your hips moving insistently as she made pleasure tingle along your skin. Your own fingers were still, waiting at her entrance.

“Please,” she moaned.

You pressed one finger into her, waiting for the go ahead before you added another. Her own finger began to circle your clit. You made a breathy little moan, your fingers stuttering. She shifted beneath you until you began to curl your fingers within her, watching her mouth fall open. You lent forward to kiss her again, wanting to feel as close to her as possible.

She flipped the two of you, straddling your waist. Her teeth nipped at your lower lip, tugging on it. In retaliation you pressed the pad of your thumb down on her bundle of nerves. She made a strangled noise in the back of her throat. You gave her a cheeky grin that slipped as soon as you ground her palm against yours.

She was the first to fall apart, her fingers faltering as she threw her head back, her body tensing. You watched in fascination at the way her face contorted in pleasure. You watched her calm down, a smile taking over her face. She gave you a quick kiss before disappearing between your thighs.

You’d already been close but the sight of her down there, making eye contact with you, had you a panting mess. It wasn’t long before you were following her, wave after wave of pleasure crashing into you. You were crying out, gripping her too tightly as your legs shook.

She crawled back up your body, lying down beside you. You rolled onto your side, tucking some of her hair behind her ear. She smiled, pulling your forward into a soft kiss. You tangled your legs with hers, running your fingers along the bare skin of her back. She shivered, pressing closer to you.

“I’m glad you came to the bar,” she said.

“I’m glad we ended up at the one you were in,” you replied.

“We’re both very lucky then,” she said.

You hummed, leaning forward to kiss her again. She stopped you with a finger to your lips. You blinked, drawing back, the flush of shame filling you.

“I’d like to take you out to dinner tomorrow night,” she said, “if you’re free.”

“Oh,” you said, “yes, I’d like that.”

“Would you?”

You rolled over, straddling her waist and cupping her cheeks. She looked up at you. You kissed her again.

“You have no idea how much I’d like that.”

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colormeyondublue · 3 years ago

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Yondu & The Secretary Chapter 2: The Love Bug

Chapter 1 Here Chapter 3 Here A few months go by aboard the ravager ship. You find out that Yondu is the Captain, and Kraglin, the Xandarian, is his first mate. The ship is called the Eclector, and some of the guys on board are total pigs. Yondu sets up a small office space for you to work out of and you find that the work is surprisingly simple. You get into a routine and start to really settle in. You also come to find that Yondu is particularly kind; to you. To the crew, he could be a total ass. Your slight attraction to the Captain was only a thought when you first met him on Krylor, but every day it kept growing and growing with how sweet he was. Maybe it was because you were a woman? Maybe it was because you were Terran? You couldn’t be sure. This might become a problem.

One evening, your office door creaks open loudly, and you hear heavy boots thunking into the room. Yondu. You smirk softly at the thought. “So, you goin’ to Geff’s little get together?” The Captain’s voice came from behind you as you finished up the data entry from the crew’s last heist. It was Geff’s birthday. The boys decided to throw him a little party at the bar on the ship. “Me? Heh, no…probably not.” You hadn’t looked at him yet, but something caught your senses. Something, different. Something…intoxicating. Was Yondu wearing cologne? Whatever it was, it was messing with your head. It smelled like the forest back home – right after the rain, blended with tones of spices and notes of musk. “Well, why the hell not?” He seemed a little surprised. Hurt, maybe? You spun around on your desk chair to face him, “Hmm…. let me put it to you this way: I am not about to be the only female on the ship in a room full of drunk Ravagers. I already get harassed and catcalled on a daily basis, Yondu! Why on Earth would I want to put myself in a situation like that?” “You Terrans sure do use the strangest expressions. We ain’t on Earth…uh….Terra I mean.” He said with a chuckle. The small chuckle at his own words made you giggle too. “Well, regardless, I just don’t think it would be very wise of me to put myself in a bad spot, that’s all.” “Well I’ll be there. I can make sure no one bothers you too much. Then would you go?” “I don’t know Yondu…I mean Geff is great and all but –“ You were cut off by loud laughter and heavy footsteps of several ravagers going past your office door. A lot of the boys were already headed to the bar to get the party started. “ – but I don’t want to be a bother. Besides, if you show even the slightest bit of protective behavior around me, couldn’t that start rumors? Wouldn’t they think it was odd? Some of these guys really talk…”

Yondu scoffed with a slight wave of his hand. “Who cares what these idiots think. I’m the Captain, and I can protect whoever the hell I feel like. Besides, how am I supposed to keep my shit in order without my assistant who helps with our operations? The boys will probably understand that their payouts could get disrupted if they mess with our lil’ secretary, right? Everybody knows you don’t mess with a Ravager’s units.” He finished with a wink. That wink…that smirk…his scent…oh no. Your head starts to feel fuzzy. Your sternum is growing tight, and butterflies explode by the thousands in your stomach. You feel like your arms are floating. You start to notice that your head seems to be wobbling a little bit and you find yourself staring at his lips. Stop being stupid! Say something! Get a grip! His smile starts to falter after a moment or two. “Uhh…you alright?”

Your clear your throat a little louder than you wanted to, and manage to say with a shaky voice, “Uhh, yeah, no, yeah…I’m – I’m fine. I guess I’m just a little tired is all. But, fine. I’ll go, but only for a few drinks. I’m not staying out all night! I have more things I want to get updated in the system before you and Kraglin start gathering intel on your next mission.” “Fine, fine. Just a few drinks.” He motions with both his hands in the air. It did not turn out, however, to be just a few drinks. It started out that way, but the more you drank, the more you wanted to be close to him. The alcohol was making you feel a little too confident. The captain was drinking too, of course, but Centaurians have to drink quite a bit before they really start to feel anything. He was on his fifth glass of whiskey for the night, and you were on your third. You were definitely tipsy, but not terribly drunk. The scent coming off him just kept smelling better and better, your senses were stirred, and you wanted to dive into him. You are sitting next to each other on the couch in the lounge that was connected to the bar. You both listen to stories and jokes being told by Tullk, Oblo, and Kraglin. Laugher is plentiful, and you couldn’t be happier. Then, you feel your Captain move next to you as he throws his arm over the back of the couch behind you. The shift in the cushions causes you to inadvertently lean closer to him. Your cheeks turn bright pink and your heart starts pounding. You sit up straight, put your drink down on the table and politely excuse yourself. The others were too drunk to notice, or care, but Yondu notices. After a moment or two he gets up and follows you to the bar. You hastily get yourself a tall glass of water, and chug it down. “What was that about back there? You alright?” He asked. “Feelin’ sick?” “No, no I’m fine. I just think it’s time I headed back to my cabin. I need to get some sleep. I have an early start tomorrow.” You said as you put your glass down on the bar. Yondu eyes you suspiciously, but doesn’t press the matter. “Can I at least walk you back? These boy’s is pretty drunk. I don’t want you to run into any trouble.” “Yeah, I guess that would be alright.” You fiddle with the empty glass on the bar in front of you. What am I even doing? Do I really have feelings for him? Is this seriously happening? What the hell am I supposed to do?! Your job on the ship is simple: free up the first mate’s time by entering new recruit information, keep transmission logs up to date, work up data sheets for new missions, and keep an updated archive on clients, easy heist planets, kree intel, etc… That was it! Nowhere in your job description are you supposed to fall for your Captain, your boss! “Well…should we be headin’ out?” Yondu’s voice broke you out of your thoughts. You looked over at him, his eyes were touched with slight concern, confusion maybe. “Captain, I….” You began, but the words just stopped coming out. You close your mouth and shake your head. “Never mind, I’m ready. Let’s go.” You both walk slowly back your cabin. Yondu is silent, as are you. The only sound to be heard is both yours and Yondu’s boots clunking down the walkways of the Eclector. When you approach your door, you hesitate.

“Goodnight Captain, thank you for walking me back. I appreciate it…and thank you for having my back tonight. I was able to actually relax and have a nice time.” You begin to open your door and walk in when you feel a large, warm hand on your shoulder. You turn to look at his hand, and your eyes trail up his arm to his shoulder, and then to his face. You both lock eyes, and your heart stops. “Why do you keep callin’ me that? Captain. You haven’t really called me that much since you boarded for the first time a few months back.” “I – I’m sorry. I just…you’re the Captain.” He took his hand from your shoulder, “Yeah, I know that. But it just feels wrong somehow. You typically call me by my name when we ain’t around the crew.” You couldn’t help but smile a little. “Alright, Yondu.” You said with a slight chuckle. “Is that better?” “Yeah. I like it when you call me by my name.” A small tinge of purple comes to his cheeks. “But don’t go tellin’ anybody that! You still gotta’ call me Captain or Sir around the crew.” “Hahaha, of course. I promise I won’t tell a soul. Cross my heart.” You used your index finger to draw an X over your chest. “I swear, you Terrans are odd…I don’t even know what that means.” You giggle again, “It means I’m serious. As serious as I can be. I won’t tell anyone. You have a reputation and status to maintain with your crew, and I completely understand that.” You turn and step into your cabin. Looking over your shoulder you smile a small, bashful smile at him. “Goodnight, Yondu.” With that, you closed your door. Yondu stood at the closed door and quietly said, “Goodnight, Darlin’.” He continued to stand there, frozen in place. What the hell was that? Why do I feel funny? My heart is pounding, my head is reeling. I care about what she calls me? Since when? Darlin’? When have I ever called anyone that? He shook his head to free himself of where he stood, and walked back to his quarters. You laid in your bed that night, unable to sleep. A big, stupid grin would not leave your lips no matter how hard you tried to get rid of it. Oh. My. Gosh. I cannot believe this. I can’t believe how hard this hit me. He’s so unbelievably handsome. His scent was so intoxicating. I didn’t know he wore cologne? And that smile?! Who knew blue could look so damn good. You giggled out loud to yourself. “I have a crush on the Captain. I have a huge freakin’ crush on Yondu Udonta. What the hell?!” You continued to giggle to yourself until you heard a group of footsteps going past your door. More ravagers were headed to bed from the party. You quickly covered your mouth as if someone could possibly hear you. Once the footsteps were gone, you continued to smile and giggle like a little girl. “Wow. What on earth and am I going to do? How do I even begin to handle this?” You said to yourself. Your mind raced, and sleep eluded you all night. Meanwhile, the Captain wasn’t sleeping much either. You kept popping up in his head. Every time he would close his eyes, you appeared. It wasn’t until tonight that he realized that you looked incredible in your maroon leathers. He had always thought you were attractive, ever since he and Kraglin decided to hire you when they met you on Krylor. But this was a whole new level of attraction. It made him feel…different. He had never felt this way before, he felt vulnerable. He did not like it one bit! But on the other hand, he did? It was starting to piss him off. He threw the furs and blankets from his body and got out of bed. He picked up a communicator brace from his nightstand and pushed a few buttons. It beeped a few times, and Kraglin’s sleepy voice could be heard. “Yes, sir? Everythin’ alright?” “Boy, get to my quarters. I need to talk to ya. I’m havin’ a problem.” “Right away sir.” Yondu shut the brace off and tossed it back on the table. Within a few minutes there was a knock on the door. Yondu got up and walked to the door, flinging it open. Kraglin rubbed his eye with a fist and yawned. “What’s goin’ on Sir?” “What’s goin’ on is I need to talk to ya. Maybe you’ll know what to do…get in here!” Yondu yanked Kraglin into the room and slammed the door shut. “Siddown.” He muttered as he pushed his desk chair to the first mate. Yondu sat on the bed and fiddled with his hands for a moment. “Sir?” Kraglin asked. “What do you need help with? Somethin’ goin’ on with the crew?” “No, but there is something goin’ on…I’ve been feeling funny all night. Ever since I went with y/n to the bar for Geff’s party, my head has been fuzzy, my chest is tight, my hands are all shaky and I can’t sleep! It’s pissin’ me off! I don’t know what the problem is. I only went with her to make sure the boys didn’t do nothin’ stupid, but now I can’t think straight! Every time I close my damn eyes, I see her!” A smirk appeared on Kraglin’s face, and he started snickering at the Captain. “What?! The hell is so funny?!” Yondu barked. Kraglin’s snickering turned into full blown laughing. He couldn’t help it. Was his Captain so oblivious? “Sir, sir, I’m sorry. You really have no idea what this is?” He asked. “No! If I did, I wouldn’t have woke you up to help me figure it out, damn it!” “Sir, it sounds to me that you got bit.” Kraglin joked. “Bit? Bit by what? Like a bug or somethin’?” “Ohhhh yeah, it’s happened to me before too. It’s a nasty little sucker.” He said with a grin. “Okay, so what do I do? Am I getting’ sick or somethin’?” “Yeah, you’re sick all right. Love sick.” The first mate said with the biggest shit eatin’ grin on his face. “Lovesick? What the hell is that? That ain’t a real thing.” Yondu snorted. “Sure is, Sir. From the sounds of it, you got bit by the love bug. The only way to cure it is to get some lovin’ from the person who sent it after ya.” Kraglin couldn’t believe this was happening to his captain. This was too good. Of course, he wanted to help him out, but he wanted to taunt him first. “What on Earth are you talkin’ about boy?! Just spit it out already!” The Captain shouted. A goofy little smile appeared on his lips as he realized he just used your expression. Damn it, girl. “Alright, alright.” Kraglin said between laughs. “Cap’n, you’re in love. Plain and simple. It sounds to me like you just realized it tonight.” “Love? I don’t love nobody. I ain’t never been in love before. This can’t be right…” Yondu started searching his hands for some kind of alternative answer. “Anyone can fall in love, Cap’n. I know I have. But that was a long time ago, before I joined the crew. It really ain’t a big deal, honest. Tell me, when you think of y/n, what do you feel?” Yondu pondered Kraglin’s words for a few moments. “I feel – happy. Warm? Maybe a little nervous. Unsure of myself, ya know? I wanna touch her, make her smile, make sure she’s safe and happy, hold her hands... kiss her.” The realization hit him like a blazing meteor. “I wanna kiss her? What?! I’ve never cared about that sentimental crap before!” Kraglin just shook his head and looked down at the floor. “Cap’n, love is a strange and mysterious force. It can be exhilarating. Maybe you should investigate and find out if she feels the same way. Could be worth a shot. Who knows? Could lead to somethin’.” Yondu looked confused. “Like what?” “Heh, I don’t know, happiness?” Kraglin shrugged his shoulders and stood. “I hope that helps Sir. I’m gonna head back to bed if you don’t need anything else.” “Yeah, sure, boy. Go on.” “Night, Cap’n.” The first mate headed toward to door, but before he walked out, he heard the Captain’s voice behind him, “Hey Krags, uh, thanks.” “No problem, Sir.” Kraglin walked out of the Captain’s quarters and quietly closed the door. Yondu got back into bed, stared at the ceiling above him and smiled. Love huh? Well, ain’t that some shit.

#gotg fanfiction #fanfic #yondu x reader #Yondu Udonta #kraglin #kraglin obfonteri #gotg #marvel

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ellitx · 4 years ago

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💚 anon said: Angry yan-ish Himmel? Now let’s give him something to be angry about~

submission

TW: fighting, cursing, smut, blood, slight Bennet slander, OOC Albedo possessive yan-ish behavior

The year-end assignment was coming up and you and Himmel were standing side by side waiting for Prof. Zhongli to assign partners, giving each other hopeful gazes and crossing your fingers.

“Chongyun and Xingqiu… Keqing and Ganyu… Y/n and Albedo… and Bennet and Himmel, please go to your assigned seats and begin please…” Himmel’s world seemed to pause as he held his breath.

‘Y/n and Albedo… Y/N AND ALBEDO!? That guy’s gonna steal her away… any glance he gives anyone makes them swoon…’ He thought in a shocking state. All he could do is stand there and watch you walk away with Albedo by your side as you give him a solemn glance, not even noticing his own ‘partner’ waving in his face to get his attention.

“Uhh, you okay there…?” Himmel flinches and focuses his mind back on the present moment.

“We’re gonna be partners! You ready to go?” Bennet gleamed. An optimistic smile sent to Himmel’s way. “Yeah… let’s go…” He sighed out, slowly making his way towards his table and shooting you a side-eye glance.

“I’m sorry…” you mouth to him, only getting a shrug in return.

‘Great, just great… He put them together and not us. And I’m stuck with the guy with the 2nd lowest GPA in the class on top of Mr. Pretty boy sitting with my songbird… he better not dar—’

His thoughts were cut off and his eyes widened as he watched Albedo lean in closer to you. He was sitting one table behind you so there’s that at least, so he kept a watchful eye and open ear to your conversation, not once breaking focus not caring about the academic subject matter at hand. It made him sick having to watch Albedo completely devour you with his gaze, even watching him glaze his eyes over your exposed thighs.

“Hmm this all seems to be lining up quite nicely, you seem to be the most applicable partner Y/n~” Albedo complimented in his ever so buttery tone. “U-uh yeah you too! Thanks!” You stammer out awkwardly getting more and more uncomfortable.

Bouncing his leg quickly and leaning his head on his palm covering his mouth to try and keep composure, watching the both of you made him vile. Watching all of Albedo’s ways of trying to finesse you wasn’t working and was making his blood boil, seeing his darling put in such a spot.

“So may I perhaps get your number? For further discussion about the project, or maybe there are other matters you’d like to discuss?” he cooed. His question flustered you and you turned around to silently ask knowing Himmel had heard everything “What do I do?” You mouth to him.

“So what’ll it be Sunflower-” The nickname made you shudder.

Hearing this snapped something within Himmel, quickly standing to his feet and slamming his hands on the desk. “What is your fucking issue?! Can’t you see she’s clearly uncomfortable?!” Himmel shouted, drawing the whole classroom’s attention towards him in silent awe.

Zhongli sighed, “Himmel please return to your seat, I’ll let you off with a warning that knowing you are usually very obedient. But next time there will be consequences…” He said, pinching the bridge of his nose. Embarrassed and even more upset hearing Albedo’s sly cackling.

Not soon after did the bell ring, all students scramble for the door except for you. You were going straight to Himmel. “I-I’m so sorry about all of this, maybe we can—” He pulls you in and holds you so tightly it’s almost suffocating. “Where’s Albedo..?” He breathes out. His breath ragged and hot against the skin of your neck “Umm maybe in the hallway…” you look up at him concerned.

“That’s all I need to know…” He kisses your temple and storms off.

“Himmel wait!!” You chased after him but were late due to having to gather your things. But one thing for certain is the loud yelling and banging you can hear along with a few students chanting: “Fight, fight, fight!”

You rushed to where the commotion is and try to make your way through the ever-growing crowd.

“You cocky piece of shit!! How dare you go and borderline harass her?!” You heard Himmel yell. You stood there wide-eyed with shock, going completely stiff. Both Himmel and Albedo had hands on each other, faces bloodied, with Himmel shoving Albedo against the corner wall.

“Oh, and what does it matter to you, you’re nothing more than a childhood friend!” Albedo snapped.

You quickly snap out of your frozen state to try to break things up before they could escalate. “STOP IT…! PLEASE WHAT HAS GOTTEN INTO YOU?!” you shout with tears begging to form as you rush over to them. “C’mon Himmel, let’s go…” you pull on his sleeve to get him to pull away, and in this moment of courage you speak back to Albedo.

“For one, I am his girlfriend. And two, don’t you ever call me or anyone of that matter 'Sunflower’ ever again. Go. Get out here…” you quietly sob, leaving Albedo off.

Later settling yourselves in an old empty classroom to escape the crowd, most of the students and teachers had left for the day which was lucky, but you wanted to lay low for a bit while you tended to Himmel’s wounds.

"You okay…?” You softly say while wiping away at the blood on his face. “I’m sorry Y/n. I’m honestly… just so scared to lose you to someone like him… so when I saw him make advances on you I couldn’t control myself…” He said with clear self-disappointment.

“It’s okay. I just don’t wanna see it ever again… especially how easily you get sick, Himmel.” you say, pulling him to hold him close with him burying his head into your shoulder, squeezing you tightly. “I love you so much Y/n… I wanna show everyone you’re mine..” He whispers while starting to slowly nip and suck at your neck and pulling you into his lap.

“Mmm… H-Himmel… W-what what if we get caught..?” You say instinctually wrapping both your arms and legs around him. “Honestly hope it happens, then no one would dare question us again~” He cooed pulling more of your supple skin through his teeth intending to leave beautifully dark marks. This causes you to grip onto him and bite your lip to keep yourself quiet.

All the while Himmel’s hands started wandering downwards. Firstly running over your breast then down your sides then finally settling on your hips and tightly gripping them. “Mmm… Y/n it’s so unfair how the system makes you wear such revealing attire~ your beautiful form should be for our eyes only, you don’t know how much I hold myself back from taking you…” you didn’t think your face could get any hotter than it was but his breathy words right onto your ear made you weak. And at this point, you didn’t even care if you get caught. You needed him is all you could think of.

“Haa… then don’t, my love. Take me. Mark me. I’m forever and always yours, Himmel~” you say, slightly shifting your weight in his lap and grinding against him. Upon hearing your words, he almost instantly complied— placing a hand on your face to kiss you with such desperation it felt like it was going to be his last. His tongue was exploring every part of your mouth.

Feeling him grow stiff under you, you began to move your hips on his clothed member, with him grinding against your soaked heat in tandem.

“Mmm…! More… nng~ I want you so bad it hurts…!” You said looking at him with doe-like eyes. Himmel couldn’t resist letting his hand under your skirt and pulling your panties to the side and sliding two slender digits along your folds. “Ahh my love you’re already so wet… let me help you~” he whispers as he slowly begins to pump his fingers into you, curling them just right along with his thumb and swirling your clit to bring you pure ecstasy.

“Nngg…! Himmel s-so good ahh!!” You could feel him smirk into your skin.

“Yes, my songbird~ I’m the only one that takes you there… not anyone or anything else…” His motions continued as you reached to undo his belt and pull out his shaft to try to please him in turn. “Mmm! Y/n… Haa~ I wanna feel your heat so bad…!” He moaned against you, only increasing the pace of his fingers as he felt every part of your inner walls he could even reach and rubbing the tip of your cervix, winding you tighter and tighter until…

“Haa! Himmel I-I’m right there..!” Biting onto his shoulders and gripping onto him for some sort of stability as you release all onto his hand.

Shaking and coming down from your high, he slowly removed his fingers and licked your essence off of them. “Ever sweet my love~ now which one is Albedo’s desk?” Himmel asked with a smirk. You turned your head and pointed to the one in the back of the class.

“I-I think it’s this one.” he smiles then picks you up and gently lays you. Stomach down and legs dangling over the other side. “You alright like this Y/n?” He lovingly looks down while turning his head to kiss you once more and you nod.

“Mhmm… thank you.”

He slowly pulled down your soaked panties whilst positioning himself behind you and lined his length up with your core and left himself there for a moment waiting for your permission. “Just let me know when, love…” you nod again and grip onto the edge of the desk as he slowly pushes himself within you.

You both let out shaky moans as he filled you and stretched your walls. “Ahhh! You’re so tight…! You fit so perfectly around me…!

He began to slowly thrust into you, fully in and fully out, bending all the way over you and wrapping his arms around you to securely hold you close, leaving small kisses and love bites on your neck and shoulders.

"Nnng!! Himme— Ahh…! More~!” you moaned out, feeling yourself clench around him.

“Y/n..! Don’t do that..! I can’t hold myself back… I need more!” He moaned deeply right into your ear while vastly increasing his pace, gripping onto your hips harder that completely clouded him with desire as he rutted into you with such force it makes your vision go white.

“W-wait!! I- Ahhh…!” With each thrust, it shoots electric bliss through you. It’s so good all you could think of is how you wanted him to spill all of his white hot seed inside of you, and how each push hit your sweet spot every time. You could feel it creeping up on you again, your walls squeezing around him even tighter wanting to milk him for all he had.

“H-Himmel— I’m gonna— ahh!!” You almost yelled if it weren’t for you shoving a part of your shirt in your mouth to stifle yourself.

“Yes, my sweet!! I– hng… I love you so much please! I’m so close!"

And with just a few more thrust, you come unto him once more spilling everything you had onto the table and with him pulling out and shooting all of his seed onto the same spot. You slowly lift yourself off the desk and lean yourself onto him, until you notice he’s dragging his hand through your mixed essence to form the words: "She’s mine”

“"Just a childhood friend.” We’ll see about that~” he said with a smirk.

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(to jail i go -💚)

#submission #tw blood #genshin impact #💚 anon #venti brainrot #himmel x reader #himmel

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who-ever-said-i-was-nice · 4 years ago

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Hi! Can I ask an ikevamp request where the boys find MC's sketchbook and is filled with drawings and doodles of them? If all of the suitors is to much, then just do for Jean, Will, Theo, Mozart, Leo and Comte. Have a nice day! ^^

Bruh this is a genius idea @jeanstan . First of all thanks so much for this request and second of all of coarse I will do all the suitors. Why? Because I’m awesome. No I’m kidding, I’m literally the most clumsy, airheaded person on this planet. Think brain fried Kaminari energy. Also I’m really sorry this took this long. Anywhooo let’s get into it shall we. Tags: @nad-zeta

Ilevamp suitors finding mc’s sketchbook

Comte

you where just chilling in his armchair and doodling him when sleep over took you and fell asleep

being the gentleman he is he picked you up and set you down on his bed tucking you in nicely

then he noticed your sketchbook on the armchair

not even mr. Perfect-guy can resist tacking a little peek at it

so he just looked at the page that was already open

an there he saw a pretty good drawing of him

Comte to his brain: take a peek you said. it will be fine you said. why are you looking through it. you said.

yup he ended up going through your entire sketchbook

he then wrote a little thank you next to your most recent drawing and set it next to you.

when you saw his little note you blushed, but at least he liked it

Leonardo da sleepy

you where both just sitting in the library

you got a bit hungry so you left to get a snack but you accidentally left your notebook there

you know this guy has a thirst for knowledge and that includes figuring out what’s in your notebook

he will pick it up and flip it open expecting to see notes or random drawings

nope nope he sees a bunch of drawings of him with notes like * damn that smile owns my heart* or * UUUUUUH why is he so annoyingly adorable*

This guy has the biggest smirk plastered on his face. when you come back into the room

“ I didn’t know I was annoyingly adorable Cara mia”

cue you turning tomato red

Napoleon

you where sparring ( or where watching the boys spar whatever fits)

after a few rounds you decided to get a drink and offered to bring drinks for the boys too

Jean excused himself and went to the bathroom and Leon was left alone

now your sketchbook was already just on the ground next to your hoodie

he didn’t touch it ‘cause he’s nice, but now..

he decided to take a peek

and he saw a sketch of him sparring

he flipped through it and found more pictures

him sleeping, him laughing, him teaching the kids the best thing that would describe him in this moment that meme: mha heart mah soul

and you catch him with the notebook in his hands

he just walks up to you and hugs you

Isaac

little bean

he stumbles across it by accident, literally stumbles

you dropped it and he tripped on it

he’s like the f is this?

he picks it up and opens it

oh my Lord

he’s as red as an apple ( pun intended😏)

there are a bunch of doodles of him some where he’s holding Harry, some where it’s only him looking through his telescope or just off into the distance

you: Hey Isaac have you seen my...

Isaac: no I haven’t seen the notebook, idk about a notebook, what is a notebook even

poor boy

you just hug him and reassure him you’re not mad, when he mumbles an apology

Jean

precious bean yes Isaac, Jean and Vincent are all beans. COME @ ME

so you carried that notebook around everywhere you went and while he is not as attentive as Arthur he still noticed

so when you left your notebook in his bedroom after bringing him breakfast he couldn’t resist the urge to take a peek

when he sees a bunch of drawing of him he’s..torn

on one hand he’s moved and is actually happy that you drew him on the other he doesn’t understand why you would want to draw someone as impure as him akgkgakgskgfau LOVE HIM PLS

when you come back into the room you panic a little ‘cause he’s staring at it with a blank expression

but then he apologizes and your panic melt away

he ask you why you drew him and you if play the “because I love you” card he will be shocked and happy and confused and surprised...( the list is so long A decided it would be best to just ad an etc. over here)

you hug him and reassure him he is important and you love him

Arthur

ok so he knew that the sketchbook was important to you right of the bat

being the annoying sweet person he is he decides to pester you more then ever

“ Whatcha got there Luv?” “It’s my notebook” “Can I see what’s inside” *flashes a severely annoyed look* “Arthur this is the 7th time today and i have the same answer. No.” “ Oh come on doll it’s just a peak” “It is closed for a REASON!”

Yeah you might have snapped at him a little but his ho guy ain’t giving up

so of coarse when you leave your notebook in his room he will act like he didn’t notice until you leave and then he will scramble out of his chair and nab the notebook

he opens it expecting a diary or just a bunch of notes only to come face to face with a bunch of pictures of him

he’ll raise an eyebrow and keep looking until he finds a very beautiful and realistic drawing of him sleeping with Vic and he looses his shit

he’ll run to you and pull you back into the room to cuddle and tell you how much he loves you no he’s definitely not crying

you don’t get what’s happening until he tells you he saw your drawing and you will turn slightly pink but honestly you just can’t be mad

Mozart

ok so we all know that when he finds this notebook he’ll be stone-faced

you ain’t getting no type of emotion out of this tsuntsun

that is until he’s in public

once he’s in his room oh boy

at first it’s just a hint of a smile, but it gets bigger and bigger until he’s smiling like a dork as he inspects your drawings

he’ll never admit it but the fact that you drew him really warmed his icy heart

he even finds one where he’s by a Christmas tree smiling and a little note next to it saying “I’ll make him smile like this one day”

he closes the book and puts on his stone face again and leaves his room

in the corridor he runs into you

“ Hey, Wolf?” “What do you want.” “Isn’t that my notebook?” “Yes it is.” “So why do you have it?” “....Inspiration.”

yup now he has that notebook with him on the piano and only let’s you get it back if you want to doddle in it some more

Theo

you where cooking in the kitchen, whipping up some pancakes for the brothers

Theo came in to complain that there wasn’t enough syrup on his pancake and you flashed him a death glare and told him to get some from the cupboard

as he grumbles to himself h notices your sketchbook on the counter

and he proceeds to open it and go through it

he sees a bunch of pretty decent drawings of him and he’s surprised

he’ll act all tough but he’s really happy

“ Oi, Hondjie! What is this?” he shows you your most recent sketch. The one where he’s walking King with a faint smile on his lips.

you instantly go bright red

“ Put that down! You where not supposed to see that! There not good just put it down”

he’ll sigh and pull you into a hug

“ I like it”

Vincent

smol bean

you left it in his room and he just wanted to take a peek

and he opened it up and saw a punch of sketches of him

they even had notes like “uhh stop moving you hand” or “how can someone be this pure”

he’s moved

will go and find you and apologize for looking in your notebook and will tell you how cute your drawings are

all in all he’s a sweet little angel but like who expected anything else

Dazai

funny how he can’t remember your name but can remember exactly were you hide the sketchbook when you can’t take it with you

yup this guy just went and took it

he has no shame

he flicked trough it and smiled to himself

the drawings where adorable and funny and he loved it

you strait up walk in on him with the sketchbook and he just smiled at you

you turn pink trying to explain why you drew them

buuuut he just twirls you around and pules you into his lap smiling and you go over the drawing together recalling happy memories

Sebastian

did somebody say Sebastian appreciation hours

You can’t really hide anything from Sebas can you

you went out to get groceries and he was cleaning up around the mansion

you had left your notebook tucked behind one of the library shelves and as he was dusting he found it

he opened it not knowing it was your notebook

he realized soon enough though

he just starred at the pages full of drawings of him

you waked in and he just calmly put the notebook down

he asks why you drew him and you turn pink

as you try to formulate a coherent response he sighs and makes his way to you

he gently flicks your forehead and smiles

“I never said I didn’t like them”

Will

ok so lets talk about our dear yandere boy Will

you hang out a lot at his villa

usually you are accompanied by Vincent

but today he remembered he had a painting to finish and left

you offered to walk him to the gate and he gladly accepted

however you forgot your sketchbook on the dining table

William instantly noticed this and couldn’t help but take a peek

he’s shooketh

the drawing are so cute he really likes them

you come in and he smiles at you

your kind of embarrassed because 1 you didn’t want him to see that and 2 he asked you if you could draw in front of him

“ The way thou hand moves across this paper mesmerizes me”

you turn bright red but your happy he likes it

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magicman111 · 3 years ago

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A Moth to a Flame - Chapter Two

One month later

Sasha joylessly toyed with the Music Box, opening its lid like a yawning mouth.

Who’d have thunk it? She wondered to herself. This tacky little thing could cause so much calamity?

How ludicrously out of place she looked curled up on King Andrias’ enormous throne, almost like the little girl playing pretend in the driver’s seat of her parents’ car. You’d be forgiven for not knowing she’d just led the swiftest, easiest toppling of a government in this world’s history.

Big blue dummy locked up? Check. The city’s army surrendered? Check. Their toad army less than an hour away? Check. Dimension-skipping Macguffin firmly in their position? Double Check.

Not a bad day’s work for a 13-year-old.

Marcy’s oversized sparrow was tethered to the armrest by his leg. A prize she’d taken for herself so she could cruise around her new kingdom in style. She saw to it he wasn’t under any duress, and the fact he was neck deep in an industrial sized bag of bird feed told her he was plenty comfortable.

Sasha managed a tiny smile as she reached out to run her fingers through the thickness of his coat. She dunked her hand in the bag and offered him an open palm of seeds; he eyed for a moment or two before gingerly pecking at the mound.

Thank Frog no one was around to hear the ‘d’aww’ escape her lips.

Her grandmother was the one she had to thank for her secret admiration of birds. Old lady had been a birdwatcher who ‘treated’ her to regular weekend trips into the forest when she was younger. This was long before her discovery of malls and arcades. Sasha wouldn’t dare admit it to even herself back then, but the ones they spotted together on those dewy spring mornings were beautiful to behold in their natural habitat.

Herons may now be forever ruined for her, but Joe—she thought that was his name—was a mighty impressive specimen. Poor guy somehow found the strength to carry all seven of them to Newtopia, only to nosedive into the moat at the end of the flight.

Definitely had nothing to do with her asking Marcy if she could take the reins in the last stretch. She and Anne were kind enough not to draw attention to it, same as they did the day at summer camp when they discovered her crying into her pillow. They were awesome enough to go along with her story that it was only allergies. She knew she had a true pair of girlfriends that morning.

Thinking about them only soured her mood afresh. She sprinkled the rest of the feed back into the bag and slumped against the backrest, arms petulantly crossed.

Here she was in the crowning moment of her young life and she couldn’t have been more miserable.

Maybe because her friends should have been here to share in this, but no, they had to go and act all noble. What else should she have expected? She always was the only one in the group with the guts. Anne had to be dragged kicking and screaming to ditch school and join her and Marcy in celebrating her birthday. Was it any wonder she had to keep taking control of the situation?

More likely... it was because deep down she knew she didn’t really want this. She certainly believed she did after they dropped that gloryhound newt general down a waterfall and when they successfully rallied the Toad Lords after retrieving Barrel’s Warhammer. Things only started getting complicated when they needed free tickets into Newtopia in the form of her friends.

She hadn’t counted on realising just how much she missed her clumsy, klutzy Marcy. Neither how effectively she and Anne were still able to work together as a team in spite of all the unpleasantness that had transpired between them during their time here, of which there was plenty. The fact that Anne actively encouraged her in taking down that molten toad monster was the rancid cherry atop the sludge sundae. For a while back there, it looked like they might really turn a corner and start afresh. All three of them could have gone home like none of this ever happened. Except by then it was already too late.

What recourse did she have when the Plantars invited them for the world’s most awkward dinner party or when they brought the house down at the Battle of the Bands? Tell Grime and all the toads who’d invested their manpower and futures in her that sorry, she was getting cold feet? There was only one grizzly way that would end both for her and Grime and the best scenario she could imagine involved heads on pikes.

... It didn’t matter anymore. Her friends had picked their path, she’d picked hers. As her mom always said, ‘You make your bed, you lie in it’. Funny how in her short life, she’d heard that line far too many times already.

Once she figured out how the Box worked, she’d send both Anne and Marcy on their merry way and they’d never have to see each other ever again.

Everyone would get what they want.

Good thing then she’d sent her soldiers to ransack Marcy’s room for all her research about Anne’s fateful birthday gift. Girl was a pack rat. She kept notes for every exam and project they were assigned back home. The less said about her laptop jammed with files of anime fanfiction and theories the better.

Plus, it was a good way to try and distract herself.

They came back into the throne room hauling burlap sacks full of parchments and emptied their contents at Sasha’s feet.

Daaang, girl, you've been in the zone.

She scattered them over her lap and the ample free space on the seat. They actually weren’t that hard to follow; colour coordinated with plenty of cutesy kawaii diagrams. Trademark Marbles.

Apparently, it worked a lot like those puzzle boxes Marcy got as gifts from relatives in Hong Kong. All it took was knowing the right sequence of buttons and zip! You can go wherever you want in the cosmos. Just a matter of finding the code for Earth.

‘I’m done listening to you!

I’m done trusting you!’

Sasha scowled, trying to push the thoughts to the back of her mind where they belonged. She shuffled through a couple more pages until she found the one titled in glittery green and blue lettering, ‘HOME’.

Bingo.

‘You’re a horrible person!’

Ignore. Ignore.

Now all she had to do was jot it down on her palm and—

‘AND I AM DONE. BEING. FRIENDS WITH YOU!!’

She stopped. Her shoulders drooped. Then she just threw the page down on the floor and sunk into her seat further than she thought physically possible.

She normally didn’t consider herself that thin skinned a person, but man, that one hurt.

Traces of bitter tears creeped into her eyes.

What am I even doing anymore?

The sound of footsteps on crumpling paper and someone clearing their throat snapped her out of her self-pitying torpor. She fluttered her eyes dry to see Grime standing there awkwardly among the discarded parchments.

The diminutive, one-eyed former Toad Lord was hiding something behind his back. He actually looked pretty embarrassed about it too, which for a battle hardened war vet like Grime was actually kinda adorable in Sasha’s eyes.

“I, uhh, got you something,” he said, whipping out a long rectangular present wrapped in green paper and topped with a luscious red bow. “Had it made especially for this day.”

Now if there was one thing Sasha Waybright couldn’t say no to, it was a gift, especially from a trusted friend. They were the ultimate distraction from the blues and she couldn’t have been sitting upright and tearing into this one any quicker.

“Whaaat? Grimesy, you didn’t!” What she had pulled from the ravaged packaging wielded aloft her head made her gasp. “How’d you know I wanted to duel wield?!”

It was a brand new heron sword. An exquisite green second shortsword that would compliment Ol’ Pink perfectly.

She stared proudly into the smooth steel surface, admiring the craftsmanship. When she noticed the girl staring right back at her, however, her smirk vanished in an instant. The captain of the cheerleaders, the scarred swordswoman, the conqueror of Newtopia, whatever angle she looked at it, she didn’t like what she saw. Unbelievable as it may sound, even the joy of an awesome gift like this was not enough to make everything better.

“What’s the matter? You don’t like it? Oh dang it!” Grime slammed his forehead. “I didn’t get a gift receipt!”

“No no, it’s just...” Sasha weighed the blade against her ungloved palm. Talking about these kinds of things was never easy for her. “What if Anne’s right? What if I am a horrible person?”

Grime popped up like a whack-a-mole behind the armrest. “Who cares what she thinks?” he scoffed. “You and I are in charge now, and we get to do whatever we want!”

“That’s the thing... I’m not sure what I want anymore,” she admitted wearily.

For all his years of training at the finest academies, his brutal combat in the colosseum and tactical expertise earned through a lifetime of military service as his forebears before him, this one had Grime stumped. Needless to say, talking about one’s emotions wasn't exactly encouraged during their upbringing in toad culture, so naturally it wasn’t one of his strong suits. Just one of the many things he and Sasha had in common.

“Huh.”

Still, he was a pretty fast thinker and came up with a fairly good idea on the spot.

“Why don’t you help me redecorate this place?” he suggested, resting his hand on her shoulder. “Take your mind off it. Cuz this right here...” He gestured to the cluttered mess in which she’d surrounded herself. “This is definitely not—I’m sorry, can I help you?!”

Both of them turned their heads when it became impossible to ignore Joe’s cone-shaped beak lightly nipping at Grime’s cheek.

“He probably thinks your warts are seeds.”

“For the love of—I knew he was eyeing me up on the ride here! There! Get lost!” Grime scooped up a fistful of feed and flung it over the marble floor, but the winged beast persisted with pecking his face. “Stop it! MY HEAD IS NOT A FEEDER!!”

It took an exceptional effort of willpower for Sasha not to laugh at the sight of her old man being preyed upon by the family pet.

Wow, she thought. Her old man? Was that how she saw Grimesy now? Seriously?

Perhaps up to a point. Okay, considering the options she had for parental figures back home, it wasn’t exactly the highest bar to pass, but it still meant something. Anything.

Who would have guessed this would be how they’d end up, especially given how they started off with her as his prisoner? Sure, it may have taken her helping him and the whole tower not getting turned into heron feed for her to be upgraded to his lieutenant, but they really had come a long way since then. There was a lot more honor and heart to the cranky old toad than she first thought, back when she wrote him off just as another blowhard with power. Now he genuinely considered her his equal both as a friend and comrade in arms. For Sasha, the feeling was mutual. A first for her.

When all was said and done, who else did she have left besides him and vice versa?

What the heck? Let’s tear this place up.

Untethering Joe, she whistled a tweet-tweet and gave the rope a gentle tug to encourage him to follow on their ‘indoor walkies’.

A cursory surveillance of the throne room told her there was a lot of work to be done. If this toad regime was to last a thousand years, the correct decor was an important first step. Thankfully for them, she knew a thing or two about fashion. For starters, there were way too many soft blues and purples. Rust red from top to bottom! She preferred keeping the stained glass windows, but they’d need entirely new designs. Hers truly would naturally feature in most of them, one showcasing her and Grime caving that narwhal worm’s head in with the Warhammer being an absolute must. The snakes coiling the stone pillars weren’t a bad touch, if just a bit too elegant for the whole ‘proud warrior race’ vibe they were going for, but she could still work with them. Now as for the throne, they were gonna have to replace it with something much more imposing. There was that super violent dragon show she and her parents used to watch that had the huge throne made out of swords. She was sure she had a picture somewhere on her phone to use as a reference.

“I’m sorry, what the heck is this?!”

Sasha could only denounce what they were gawking at as the single biggest affrontement to tasteful decorating known to man or amphibian. Yes, worse than inflatable furniture, carpeted bathrooms, beaded curtains, glass block bathroom windows, ‘live, laugh, love’ quotes on walls, rustic hearts, mason jars and nautical accessories all combined under the same inland roof.

Tapestries had their rightful place in a palace’s interior design, but the one sweeping across a section of wall depicting a gentle hearted Andrias sitting down by a lake, surrounded by flowers and lilypads was nothing short of vomit-inducing. Gathered at his feet and scooped up in his protective arms were his wide-eyed, childlike subjects. Even the fish and a lobster were surfacing to bask in their king’s magnanimity. Here the oversized salamander was truly the loving patriarch of everything the light touched. The mawkish display could only be topped off with a rainbow streaking across the sky.

Grime felt his stomach roile. If he ever needed an example to demonstrate the difference between kitschy and downright tacky, this was it.

“Y-y-y-yikes!” he gagged. “This thing’s gotta go!”

Sasha didn’t need a second invite. Besides, what else was Joe going to use to line his nest?

A joint effort tore the offensive piece from its place and it tumbled to the floor in a heap.

Dead silence fell over the room.

Hidden beneath the tapestry was... a mural. Including such a decoration in a throne room was hardly surprising, yet it was what it contained that shocked both the human and toad, so much so that they had to take a moment to recover.

“Woah,” they gasped at once, before starting to analyse what they saw.

The mural was a chaotic collection of nightmarish images painted on a night blue wall. Wild red flames spewing out hordes of beasts and the wreckage of buildings. Mountains of skulls and bones belonging to frogs, toads and newts alike. A flying... spaceship? A castle? Whatever it was meant to be, it firied a white beam up at what was unmistakably the Music Box. Pink, green and blue lightning bolts crackled out of the Box. Mesmerising orange gemstones or, more terrifyingly, eyes leaped off the wall and burned themselves into their minds. The frightening focal point of this one-way ticket to the school therapist’s office? Rising out of the middle of the inferno was the silhouette of a red-eyed, goliath-sized beast, its claws reaching up covetously towards the Box that hung right above its crowned head.

It may as well have been lifted straight from the tattered dream journal of a madfrog.

Any ideas of redecorating the throne room were long gone. Even the revolution they were spearheading suddenly seemed millions of miles away in the face of what they’d just stumbled upon.

Peering her eyes slightly, Sasha was the first to put a face to the shadowy leviathan, and when she did, she had to swallow her heart back down into her chest.

“Is that the king?” she asked, mystified. “With the music box?”

Sweat ran down the side of Grime’s nonplussed face. “If it is… it’s a really good thing we stopped him.”

Neither of them said it aloud, but both understood the situation at once. All this time they thought they’d been playing flipwart while the king played bog jump. Oh, how wrong they’d been. It was beyond anything that even the Toad Lords discussed. They knew that they had to reconvene with them as soon as the armies had reached the gate.

She took a couple steps closer to reexamine the mural more thoroughly, missed details emerging now that the initial shock began to wear off. Circuit board markings—the same inside her dad’s outdated computer when she foolishly dared Marcy if she could take it apart—worked their way around the images, serving as some type of frame. Odd choice for a world that didn’t even have steam engines yet. She also picked up the three small geometric figures standing atop the Box’s lid. An artist she was not, but they looked pretty human-like in design.

But humans did not exist in Amphibia. The three of them were the first of their kind to ever set foot in this dimension.

Weren’t they?

Alarm bells were ringing louder than ever before. This Andrias guy had been playing Anne and Marcy for his own ends this whole time, all to get his mitts on the Music Box! What did he plan to do with it? Right now, she still couldn’t say, but it was all bad. Outside of a kickin’ rock band, fire and skulls together were never a good thing!

Even Joe’s feathers were puffing up anxiously against her back. Not turning away from the mural, she raised her hand and patted his risen crest.

“I know, big guy. I don’t like it either.”

Grime’s voice rang urgently in her ears, “Lieutenant! Get over here, quick!!”

Sasha had spun on her heels and sprinted down the room to find Grime standing the wreckage of what used to be a display of armour. He’d evidently acted on a hunch while she’d been preoccupied. Judging by his thunderstruck expression, he’d just discovered something far worse.

“What is iooooh boy!”

This new second mural reminded Sasha a lot of Egyptian hieroglyphs. If there was any room for doubt about the technicolor stick guys, there was none here. Standing tall against an indigo backdrop in a neat row were the outlines of human beings; long gangly appendages, stumpy noses and everything. Some were wearing hooded capes, others were decked out in suits of armour. The couple in the middle looked particularly regal. No prizes for guessing the little wooden box they were holding in their hands, cementing their authority as if it were the globus cruciger.

Faded inscriptions were engraved along the bottom. They were written in a more archaic amphibian dialect, but being a toad of higher education, Grime was able to give translating them a decent shot.

These great beings of magic and might

Travelled from beyond to serve the night

Bow before these children of man

Or know the wrath of the—

“... Wu Clan?” He cocked his one good eye up at her. “Iiiii’m not getting it.”

There it was. Floodlights flashed in Sasha’s head. All colour drained from her face. A million and one thoughts were now firing across her brain at once, threatening to send her into cerebral shutdown.

It was at that moment she knew she’d been played. They all had. She didn’t know whether to be absolutely furious, betrayed or impressed.

Why that conniving, devious little—

That's when they heard the BOOM outside the window.

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Out Of Time ~ 102

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Word Count: 4,000ish

Summary: A group goes to Korea. Tony convinces Bruce to help finish putting the Stone in the body.

Y/N was walking out to the quinjet with Fury, dying to ask a question.

“Are you going through with Theta Protocol?” Y/N asked, quietly.

“I am,” Fury answered. “I believe we’ll need it. Don’t you?”

“As much as I want to believe we can end it in Korea, I have a feeling it won’t end there.”

“Coulson contacted me. Tried to get me to convince you to stay out of this. Any idea why?”

“He’s worried.”

“Nothing to do with the sudden ability to create portals?”

“Nick—“

“I’m just saying, I don’t usually sit people out. But you should think about sitting this one out.”

“It’s too late. I’m already in this.”

“Alright, just… stay safe.”

~~~

Steve and Y/N were dropped off a few roofs down from Cho’s lab, for safety measures. They headed towards the edge of the roof and looked towards the lab.

“Two minutes,” Steve told Nat and Clint, who were on comms. “Stay close.” He glanced at Y/N before looking back at the lab. “You know, I really wish that you could just open a portal into the building.”

“You and me both,” she replied.

Steve jumped from roof to roff as Y/N used her portals to get to each roof. When they reached the lab building and entered, it was clear that Ultron and been there but also wasn’t there anymore. They found Helen on the floor, wounded.

“Dr. Cho!” Steve exclaimed as they ran to her. They knelt beside her.

“He’s uploading himself into the body,” she stated, clearly in pain.

“Where?” Y/N asked.

“The real power is inside the Cradle. The gem, its power is uncontainable…. You can't just blow it up… You have to get the Cradle to Stark.”

“First we have to find it,” Steve said.

“Go.”

They ran out of the lab and towards the highway. They began to climb up the ladder to get to higher ground.

“Did you guys copy that?” Steve asked through the comms.

“We did,” Clint responded.

“I got a private jet taking off, across town, no manifest,” Natasha informed them. “That could be him.”

“There. It’s the truck from the lab. Right above you guys. On the loop by the bridge. It’s them. I got three with the cradle, one int he cab. I could take out the driver.”

“Negative!” Y/N quickly said. “If that truck crashes, the gem could level the city.”

“We need to draw out, Ultron,” Steve stated.

Steve jumped down onto the truck, getting Ultron’s attention. Y/N rolled her eyes and formed a portal above the truck, accessing it that way. Trying to get through the doors of the truck, Steve and the doors are blasted back by Ultron.

“Well, he’s definitely unhappy!” Steve commented, hanging onto the door as it got dragged. “I’m gonna try and keep him that way.”

“You’re not a match for him, Cap,” Clint said.

“Thanks, Barton.”

Ultron blasted at Steve as he tried to enter the truck. Steve hit the windshield of the car behind them. Y/N ran and flipped into the truck, dodging a blast from Ultron by creating portals. The blast came through a portal behind Ultron, hitting him in the back.

Steve found a way back onto the roof of the truck, Y/N appearing at the same time to avoid a blast. Ultron hovered at the end of the truck’s roof.

“You know what's in that Cradle?” Ultron asked. “The power to make real change, and that terrifies you.”

“I wouldn’t call it a comfort,” Steve commented.

He tossed his shield at Ultron. It hit Ultron and he started firing back. Y/N used the portals to use the blasts against Ultron, once again.

“Get in and protect the gem!” Steve ordered.

Y/N nodded. She appeared in the truck, where two Ultron bots were guarding the cradle. They began shooting at her. She used the portals again to her advantage, but she could feel her energy being drained. Natasha was now on a motorcycle, chasing after the truck. She noticed Y/N fighting off the two bots by herself while Steve was fighting off the main Ultron bot on the roof.

“Clint, can you draw out the guards?” Natasha ordered through the comms.

“Let’s find out,” Clint responded.

He flew the quinjet lower and fired at the main Ultron bot. That put the other two into protective mode, going after the quinjet.

“Thanks, Barton,” Y/N panted.

She went over to the cradle’s control panel, to see what she could do, as commotion continued through the comms.

“Heading back towards you,” Clint warned. “So whatever you’re going to do, do it now.”

“I’m going in,” Nat said. “Cap, can you keep him occupied?”

“What do you think I’ve been doing?” Steve responded.

Nat jumped into the truck as the Ultron bots lifted it off the ground.

“I can’t access the panel,” Y/N stated. “I can’t stop whatever’s happening. Unless…” Y/N looked at the Stone. “I could—“

“No,” Nat stated. “Not here. Don’t you dare and try to do something that could kill you in this truck.”

“But, Nat, I could protect the—“

“I said no, Rogers!”

“Okay, package is airborne,” Clint stated over the comms. “I have a clean shot.”

“Negative,” Nat responded. “Y/N and I are still in the truck.”

“What the hell are you—“

“Just be ready, we’re sending the package to you.”

“How do you want me to take it?”

Nat cut through the straps holding the cradle in place. “Uhh, you might wish you hadn’t asked that.”

“I lost him!” Steve suddenly yelled over the comms. “He’s headed your way.”

“Guys, we gotta go,” Clint said, lining up the back of the quinjet with the back of the truck.

“Nat, get on the cradle!” Y/N ordered. She slipped a small bomb she had from her belt and placed it on the wall.

“What?” She responded.

“Do it!”

Natasha did as she was told and laid on top of the cradle. Y/N pushed it towards the opening. It slid out of the truck and into the quinjet. Y/N portaled herself out of the truck and into the quinjet just as the truck exploded. Suddenly, Nat was grabbed by the Ultron bot.

“Nat!” Both Clint and Y/N screamed.

“Cap, you see Nat?” Clint asked, panicked.

“If you have the package, get it to Stark!” Steve ordered. “Go!”

“Steve, do you have eyes on Nat?” Y/N asked.

“Go!”

“Damn it,” Clint muttered as he reluctantly took off in the quinjet.

“I should have portaled both of us in here,” Y/N shook her head. “I should have done something to save her.”

Clint was silent, but his thoughts were loud and clear, “Yeah. You should have.”

~~~

Y/N portaled the cradle and Clint into the lab, but not herself. She wanted time to feel the guilt, and she didn’t need the looks of blame from Bruce and Tony just yet. She was also tired. She had been practicing forming portals but she hadn’t used them in combat like she had today. Leaning her head back against the seat, Y/N closed her eyes and tried to calm the noise in her mind. It failed as the loudest mind of all drew near.

“She can’t be blaming herself over this,” Tony thought. “He would have grabbed one of them to prove a point anyway. And, sorry Nat, better you then Y/N.”

Tony came up and set a caring hand on Y/N’s shoulder, rubbing it with his thumb.

“Heard what happened over the comms,” he said, spinning the captain’s chair around. “It wasn’t your fault.”

“Clint blames me,” she replied.

“You don’t kno—“

“But I do! I know it because I heard it. Yes, he didn’t say it out loud, but in his thoughts he was blaming me. I—“ Y/N gripped her hair. “I can’t do this! This burden is too much! I don’t want it anymore!”

“Woah, woah, woah.” Tony’s hands flew to Y/N’s wrists. “Honey…”

“I can’t do it!” She cried. “I can’t do what they’re expecting of me. They should have let me die!”

“What are you talking about?” Tony tried to pull Y/N closer to him. “No, they shouldn’t have.”

“Stop! Don’t touch me!”

Tony’s hands suddenly flew off of Y/N. His eyes widened at the action that he had no control over.

“Sweetheart….” He gently called. “What did the Maximoff witch show you?”

A loud, painful sob ripped through Y/N throat as the vision she was shown flashed through her mind. So much death and destruction. Crumbling in on herself, she slipped onto the floor. Tony’s heart broke as he watched the strongest woman he knew fall apart. He slowly knelt down beside her, carefully reaching out to touch her. When Y/N didn’t flinch away from his touch, Tony gently guided her hands out of her hair.

“Y/N… please tell me what you saw.”

“Dust,” she replied, barely a whisper. “Screams… so many screams…”

“It wasn’t real, Y/N, remember?”

“It felt real…. So real…”

“I know the feeling…” Tony slowly pulled Y/N up and into him, cradling her softly.

“I shouldn’t have been saved….”

“Whatever those alien objects are making you feel, I’m grateful that they’ve been saving you… or else I wouldn’t have ever met you… and I can’t imagine my life without you.” He held a kiss to her head. “We’ll figure this out. We’ll get through it… we always do…”

~~~

Y/N gripped Tony’s hand tightly as he led her back to the lab. Bruce was entering as well as Clint tried to open the cradle.

“Anything on Nat?” Bruce asked.

“Haven’t heard,” Tony answered, giving Y/N’s hand a light squeeze. “But she’s alive, or Ultron’d be rubbing our faces in it.”

“This is sealed tight,” Clint stated.

“We’re going to need to access the program, break it down from within,” Bruce explained.

“Hm,” Tony hummed. "Any chance Natasha might leave you a message, outside the internet, old school spy stuff?”

“There’s some nets I can cast,” Clint responded. “Yeah, alright. I'll find her.” And he headed off.

“How about you sit here?” Tony guided Y/N down into a seat, kissing her forehead. “Does that work?” She nodded.

Bruce eyes were laced with concern, but moved on, not wanting to say anything that would set anything off. “I can work on tissue degeneration, if you can fry whatever operational system Cho implanted.”

“Yeah, about that…”

“No.”

“You have to trust me.” Y/N furrowed her brows.

“Kinda don’t.”

“Our ally? The guy protecting the military's nuclear codes? I found him.” Tony pulled up a consciousness.

“Hello, Dr. Banner, Agent Rogers,” JARVIS greeted.

“J?” Y/N gasped. She didn’t realize how much she could miss an AI.

“Ultron didn't go after JARVIS cause he was angry. He attacked him because he was scared of what he can do,” Tony explained. “So JARVIS went underground. Okay? Scattered, dumped his memory. But not his protocols. He didn't even know he was in there, until I pieced him together.”

“So, you want me to help you put JARVIS into this thing?” Bruce asked, pointing to the body inside the cradle.

“No, of course not! I want to help you put JARVIS in this thing.” Bruce shook his head. “We're out of my field here. You know bio-organics better than anyone.”

“And you just assume that JARVIS' operational matrix can beat Ultron’s?”

“JARVIS has been beating him from inside without knowing it. This is the opportunity, we can create Ultron's perfect self, without the homicidal glitches he thinks are his winning personality. We have to.”

“I believe it’s worth a go,” JARVIS added.

“No, I’m in a loop!” Bruce exclaimed. “I'm caught in a time loop, this is exactly where it all went wrong.”

“I know, I know. I know what everyone's going to say, but they're already saying it,” Tony said, moving to standing next to Bruce. “We're mad scientists. We're monsters, buddy. You gotta own it. Make a stand.” Bruce shook his head again. “It's not a loop. It's the end of the line.”

Feeling the sudden need to try something, Y/N stood up, the men eyeing her. She pressed her hand against the glass above the Stone and closed her eyes. She began searching it, as it searched her.

“You’re the only one,” it told her. “There’s no other option.”

“But what if I don’t want to?” She responded.

“Then half of the universe will die… I will be safe in this body, as long as JARVIS is in control and not Ultron. And I will help guide and protect you.”

“Y/N?” Tony called, growing concerned as the Stone had began glowing. “Y/N, what’s going on?”

“Just tell me one thing, when?” Y/N asked. “When does this all happen?”

“Soon,” the Stone replied. “But there are several things that must happen before then… You will be prepared though. We would not have chosen you if you weren’t going to be.”

“Y/N,” Tony called louder, coming up beside her.

With a light gasp, Y/N removed her hand and looked at Tony. “Do it,” she said. “Do it.”

~~~

“This framework is not compatible,” Tony stated. The men were experimenting with the cradle, trying to upload JARVIS.

“The genetic coding tower’s at ninety seven percent,” Bruce informed. “You have got to upload that schematic in the next three minutes.”

Suddenly, Steve and the Maximoff twins appeared in the lab.

“I’m gonna say this once,” Steve warned.

“How about ‘nonce’?” Tony retorted.

“Shut it down!”

“Nope, not gonna happen.”

“You don’t know what you’re doing.”

“And you do?” Bruce asked, clearly angry. “She's not in your head?”

“I know you’re angry—“ Wanda said, stepping up.

“Oh, we're way past that. I could choke the life out of you and never change a shade.”

“Banner,” Steve called, “after everything that’s happened—“

“That’s nothing compared to what’s coming!” Y/N shouted, surprising Steve.

“You don’t know what’s in there!” Wanda responded.

“This isn’t a game, Y/N,” Steve scolded. “How are you taking his side?”

“His side?” Y/N repeated. “This isn’t about sides, Steve! This has more to do than just us!”

“The creature—“ Wanda started but was cut off by Pietro using his speed to destroy the lab equipment.

“No, no. Go on,” Pietro taunted. “You were saying?”

Suddenly, the glass floor Pietro was standing on shattered, sending him to the floor below. Barton was there, being the one who had shot the floor.

“Pietro!” Wanda yelled.

“What? You didn’t see that coming?” Clint taunted.

The computers in the lab and the cradle began beeping. The sudden power loss was going to destroy everything they had done.

“I’m rerouting the upload!” Tony said.

Then a bang. Steve had thrown his shield at the equipment, trying to stop Tony. Tony called the suit to him, it quickly forming around him. He shot at Steve, throwing him down. Bruce went around to Wanda, holding her in a choke hold as her eyes began to glow red.

“Go ahead,” Bruce whispered to her. “Piss me off.”

Clint came rushing up the stairs, cocking his gun. Steve quickly jumped up and started heading for Tony. Tony heading for him as well. Y/N jumped in between the two men, getting frustrated at what was happening.

“STOP!” She shouted. Suddenly, everyone froze. Y/N could feel it was her doing, her energy draining.

“Y/N, how are—“ Steve began.

“NO! You don’t understand, this is needed.”

Thor suddenly slid into the lab, making his grand entrance after 24 hours. Him and Y/N made eye contact.

“I know the truth,” he thought, directly speaking to her. “I can help.”

She nodded and he jumped onto the cradle. Thor lifted up his hammer and began to summon lightning.

“Wait!” Bruce yelled.

But it was too late. Thor hit down on the cradle with his hammer. He lifted the hammer once the cradle started beeping.

“Y/N, let us go,” Tony said.

“No,” she replied.

Everyone eyed her worriedly, while still trying to watch the cradle. They grew more concerned when they noticed that she was breaking a sweat and trembling.

“Y/N—“

But Steve was cut off when the cradle burst opened, throwing Thor off from on top of it. The red body appeared on top of the cradle, housing the Mind Stone on its forehead. Y/N panted as she released everyone from her hold. They all stared at the body.

Suddenly, the body flew at Thor. Thor tossed him through the glass wall and into the room below. Thor and Steve jumped out behind him, on the defensive, as Tony quickly came up to Y/N.

“Honey,” he called, grabbing her to steady her.

“If you and Steve… ever try to attack each other like that again…” Y/N panted. “I’ll kill you both myself…”

She shrugged off Tony and headed down the stairs, Tony slowly following behind her. The red body was hovering at the main wall of windows, staring at its reflection. Thor had his hand out, telling Steve not to attack. Thor set his hammer down and made his way toward the body. It flew down, changing its appearance to seem like it was wearing clothes, stopping when it was next to Thor.

“I am sorry,” his voice sounded like JARVIS, “That was… odd.” He looked at Thor. “Thank you.”

“Thor,” Steve’s authoritative voice rang through the room. “You helped create this?”

“I had a vision,” Thor started, glancing at Y/N. “A whirlpool that sucks in all hope of life, and at its center is that.” He pointed to the Mind Stone.

“What?” Bruce questioned. “The gem?”

“It’s the Mind Stone,” Thor continued, glancing at Y/N once again as she tensed. Steve noticed as well. “It’s one of the six Infinity Stones. The greatest power in the universe, unparalleled in its destructive capabilities.”

“Then why would you bring—“ Steve started.

“Because Stark is right.”

“Oh, it’s definitely the end times,” Bruce commented.

“I’m not the only one who knows this.” Thor made eye contact with Y/N, causing everyone to look at her. “The Avengers can not defeat Ultron.”

“Not alone,” the body added, walking closer to everyone.

“Why does your vision sound like JARVIS?” Steve asked.

“We… we reconfigured JARVIS’ matrix to create something new,” Tony replied. He walked around the man, studying him carefully.

“I think I’ve had my fill of new,” Steve commented, shooting a glance Y/N’s way.

“You think I’m a child of Ultron?” The body asked.

“You’re not?” Steve questioned.

“I’m not Ultron. I’m not JARVIS. I am… I am…”

“I looked in your head and saw annihilation,” Wanda stated.

“Look again.”

“Yeah,” Clint spoke up. “Her seal of approval means jack to me.”

“Their powers, the horrors in our heads, Y/N—“ Thor stopped himself as Y/N frantically shook her head. Thor quickly continued, “Ultron himself, they all came from the Mind Stone, and they're nothing compared to what it can unleash. But with it on our side—“

“Is it?” Steve asked. “Are you? On our side?”

“I don’t think it’s that simple,” it responded.

“Well it better get really simple real soon,” Clint growled.

“I am on the side of life. Ultron isn't, he will end it all.”

“What’s he waiting for?” Tony asked.

“You.”

“Where?” Bruce wondered.

“Sokovia,” Clint answered. “He’s got Nat there too.”

“If we're wrong about you, if you're the monster that Ultron made you to be—“

“What will you do?” It questioned, silencing everyone.

“It’s not a monster,” Y/N responded, stepping forward. She kept her eyes on the Stone. “Trust me.”

“I don't want to kill Ultron. He's unique, and he's in pain. But that pain will roll over the earth, so he must be destroyed. Every form he's built, every trace of his presence on the net, we have to act now. And not one of us can do it without the others. Maybe I am a monster. I don't think I'd know if I were one. I'm not what you are, and not what you intended. So there may be no way to make you trust me. But we need to go.”

Suddenly, the body lifted Thor’s hammer, handed it to the god. Thor took and at the body walked off as everyone stared in shock.

“Right,” Thor nodded. He walked over to Tony, patting him on the shoulder. “Well done.”

“Three minutes,” Steve ordered. “Get what you need.”

Thor walked over to Y/N, grabbing her arm as he led her away.

“Hey!” Tony called out, causing everyone to notice. “What are you doing?”

“We need to talk,” Thor responded, getting leading her away.

Y/N looked back at the rest of the team, who were hurt and confused. “We’ll be right back,” she said. Opening a portal, the two appeared on the roof of the Tower. “So… you know?”

“Yes.”

“About what though, exactly?”

“The Infinity Stones are what give you your gifts. They are what is protecting you.” Y/N sighed with a nod. “I’m getting that you haven’t told anyone the full extent of everything.”

“How could I? Tony had a vision of us all dead in front of him and that’s why we’re now going to fight a murder bot! If I told any of them that the Stones were saving me for a bigger threat….” She scoffed. “They would lock me up and throw away the key.”

“They wouldn’t do that to you. Stark and Rogers care a great deal about you.”

“They wouldn’t if they’ve seen what I’ve seen.”

“Are you sufficiently practicing your abilities?”

“I only learn about them as the Stones see fit.”

“Good, good.” He nodded. “Do you feel up to fighting Ultron, Y/N?”

“Please don’t doubt me too, Thor.”

“I’m not. I just saw how much of a strain that was, stopping everyone. I want to make sure you have your full strength before heading in.”

“I’ll be fine, Thor. We should get back to the team… They aren’t going to be happy about this.”

“I will help you, Y/N. They won’t be able to hurt you.”

Y/N gave a small nod as she created a portal and her and Thor entered the Tower again. Y/N drew back as she saw the anger in Steve’s eyes and the hurt in Tony’s. Noticing it as well, Thor protectively stepped in front of her.

“This needs to stop,” Thor ordered. “We have bigger problems than what’s going on with Y/N at the moment.”

“You don’t know what you’re—“

“I do know what’s going on here, Stark. And I know it can wait until after Ultron.”

“We’re just asking her to be honest with us,” Steve stated.

“And I’m just asking for some time,” Y/N responded, meekly.

“I think you’ve had enough. How long have you known about the Infinity Stones?”

“Steve, please und—“

“How long, Y/N?! How long have you decided to keep things from this team? From your family? You are my twin, the only one I have ever really trusted! But now—“

“That’s enough!” Thor roared, lightning cracking. Thor’s Vision appeared behind Y/N before moving in front of her to protect her as well. “Like I said before, this isn’t something we should worry about now. Ultron first, this later.”

“Come on,” the Vision said, urging Y/N to move. She did, slowly following him to the quinjet.

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