Before Simon could run the recruits ragged until someone confessed to the theft, Johnny came up to him with an amused expression.

"Come check this out." He orders, guiding Simon into the base and towards your barrack. You were a new edition to the team, loaned out to them by Alex and Farah. A ferret hybrid, who was currently carrying Kyle's boots towards your room.

You were practically scurrying down the hall, making happy dooking sounds as you made it to the safety of your barrack and slink inside. "Ferret hybrid. They're collecting items and storing them away." Johnny explains, biting back a laugh at Simon's irritated expression.

"Fuck me, how hard is it gonna be to get my mask back?" He grumbles as he looks at the Scott.

Reader loses a bet to Trinity. She had to send Robby ….a certain kind of text.

Warnings: nude photo, teeney bit of sexting

But the leaders who sent them both on those expeditions sound similar. Eva and Ava.

I wonder what their reactions would be.

thinking about ceo! sukuna and you as his pretty little assistant.

since the day you first walked into his office, dressed formally and your innocent eyes met his and he was immediately head over heels for you.

something about your innocent eyes, about he way you knew no harms of the real world, the way you were so pure had him wanting to absolutely ruin you.

but then when you show up to an office party, dressed in a red silhoutted dress with a low cut and and open back, sukuna almost choked on his drink.

you surveyed him with siren eyes as he approached you, completely stunned.

sukuna wasn't aware that you knew of his little crush on you, he also wasn't aware that you reciprocated the same feelings.

you were always so innocent to him, so pure and inviting.

so imagine his shock when you pull him to a corner and grab him by his caravter, pulling him down so he'd match your height before pressing your lips to his.

and sukuna melts into your touch.

Always

Do you change?

I try

Do they hate you?

Probably

Do you care?

No

You're lying.

You swallowed. Thinking to yourself as you looked across the street, that this would be the day. Today, you were going to make it.

The sign changed to green, the picture of a figure moving. Your left hand tightened its grip on the grocery bag you held. You wouldn’t continue to live in fear. That was a horrible way to live.

Without leaving your house. Choosing to never go outside again. Or more accurately, to never be a pedestrian again. Well…

You had tried to bike it before, but that had ended just as similar as the rest. Getting rushed from what seemed to be all around by a cacophony of noise. Sometimes you were freezing in place or being tossed around.

Each time had put the fear of death in you. Squeezing your eyes shut, holding your breath, only to count to three and New York’s street bustle was back to normal again. The sign changed to red, a raised hand took the place of the figure.

No villains being chased by mutants. Not almost getting sideswiped by huge vans. Each “miracle” as everyone would call it, was you being impossibly left unscathed.

Damn miracles. It was a curse. To constantly be on the verge of a heart attack! Seriously, no matter which street you crossed as long as it was in New York, you were doomed to the inevitable.

A free ticket to see your life flash before your eyes! Shaking your head you knew exactly what this was. You were stalling. Maybe you’d just haul a cab. Tell him to spin the block so it would just put you on the other side of the street. Where your destination resides.

Your apartment a shining beacon of safety, was within reach. Just one crosswalk. And you would be home safe. You looked down the street.

One way, then the other. Traffic. Cars. Streetlights. People. But this was how it always started off as. No sign of them.

Yet.

You sighed. This was all in your head. Just a bizarre reoccurrence of events. It couldn’t seriously happen every time you got on a crosswalk.

That would be insanity. That would be something out of a movie! Not real life. So as you siked yourself up, for a sixth time, your eyes made contact with your goal.

The three steps that led up to the door justttt across the street. This was it. You were doing this. You were gonna walk this damn crosswalk. And make it to the other side.

The people around you started walking. You joined them. The light still green, the figure in motion. A timer of thirteen seconds counted down.

Your eyes never left your destination. So you were ignorantly unaware of how the people around you, just dispersed. Moving off faster or slower. Creating distance, enough space, for you to have a bubble.

The hairs on the back of your neck rose. And as fast as lightning something went speeding by inches in front of you. Surprise, really should be the last emotion at this point.

Disappointment. Or acceptance was one more accurate as you jolted backwards. Arms raising and as if in slow motion someone was grabbing ahold of your waist securely.

There was a flash of blue as you met the gaze of who was holding onto you. One of the mutants you had come to expect. Green and a brightly colored mask. There was no look of shock on your face. Just one of exasperation.

He had the nerve to wink in this slowed down state of the world. Whisking you out of harms way in seconds, placing you back down, further along on the white stripes and was gone.

Off saving the day you presumed since you had done a little research on the vigilantes of NYC. They were the city’s heroes whether they admitted it publicly or not. Your heart betrayed you, beating faster than a hummingbird’s as you stumbled to the finish line.

Despite your lack of facial reaction your body was alive, hairs standing, trembling limbs and the breath practically sucked out of you.

“Are you okay?!” People were crowding around you now. A sense of déjà vu clouding your mind as the same questions were asked. The same exclamations pointed out.

“That must’ve been quite a shock!” And the like were a bit muffled to your ears. You couldn’t help but stare after where the chase had departed. Taking with them the few seconds of mayhem you had to endure.

Your mini heart attack.

That settles it. You thought to yourself in defeat. Marching away from the crowd, up the steps, pulling out a key to unlock the door.

You were in a movie. Some cliche action film most likely. And your role, your purpose in this world, was to almost die.