#first was gifted to me by the police lol
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I'd love to see more of Request #5 if you're up to it, where Hero loses their memory
The kindness of a stranger pt.2
Part one
A hand grabbed them by their shoulder, a strong grip twisted Teammate around, not needlessly harsh but firm enough not to allow them much fight, less even when taken by surprise.
The night was quiet in the mountains, that was certain, some night birds and some cicadas were the only sounds, and it felt like a mockery then, how quickly the calm was brought back to that side of the hills, when in the other, right across the kilometres long crater, their team kept searching, kept looking for the place Teammate stood then, such a quiet, picturesque cottage, not a high security base, not a complex meant to keep someone as powerful as Hero in.
Teammate laughed at themselves as they turned to face the other, flowers on the windows, bread still warm over the table, candle and fireplace light illuminating the room.
Of course they could not get to the location, they were looking for something completely different.
A blade was held to their throat.
“What do you want here?”
Hero.
In their eyes fear was prevalent, their pupils dilated, perhaps because of the darkness still in the room, perhaps because of the adrenaline of having a stranger break in their home, but Teammate was no stranger, and they needed to make them remember such.
The blade pushed closer.
“I mean no harm, I promise Hero,” they rushed to say.
“Don’t call me that.”
“Okay, all right,” Teammate answered, thinking for a moment “[Civilian Name]...?”
Skin broke under the edge, warm liquid trickling to stain their jacket.
“And how the hell do you know that?”
The door didn’t make a sound as it opened.
“Because I know you, you were friends,” they gulped “we are friends. You disappeared and we had no idea where you were. Leader hasn’t stopped looking for you.”
“That is exactly what Villain said you would say.”
“Villain was the one who took you!”
“Why would I ever?”
“Villain!”
“I leave for a moment and look what happens, I knew your little crew only meant problems,” they sighed, extending a hand forward as the other looked for something in their back pocket “Come here sweetheart, we don’t know what they could do.”
When the blade left their throat, a thin like left behind as a proof it was there, Teammate swallowed back the bile rising in their throat, get a hold of their shaking legs.
Hero had demonstrated being a powerful enemy that evening, capable of more than they had ever shown in their team, but of course, fear was a capable booster, and when surviving was a compelling reason to let control slip, protecting, for Hero, Teammate reasoned, was an even stronger one.
When they reached Villain’s side, the blade slipped from their hand.
“I don’t know what they’ve done to you, Villain’s been targeting you for months, and we didn't give it the importance we should have, and I’m sorry.” Teammate said, looking for something, anything, they could use as a weapon as the threat of the criminal grew with their impatience. “But please try to make sense of all of this, how on Earth did you end up here? Who even are them? We need you, you’re valuable to our team, but we’re looking to save you right now, please believe me, please…”
Teammate fell with a thud. They never saw the dart flying from the corner of the room.
“Oh my what a mess,” Villain complained, brushing their hair off their face “Are you all right, sweetheart?”
Hero nodded.
Villain reached for their face, their index finger holding their chin up as the thumb stoked their lips.
“It’s okay, you handled them well until I arrived,” they sighed “but now we need to move somewhere safe, we don’t know what they’re capable of.”
“But you said we had to stay here in case my family…”
“I know what I said, love,” Villain cut off “but these people are dangerous, I don’t know what they’d do to get you know that they know about your power.”
Hero gazed down, nodding, feeling as the other mobed their hands to cup their face, lifting it back up, meeting their eyes.
“I hope you know how deeply I care about you, I just want to keep you safe,” they declared, their breath hitting close to Hero’s face “I know you’re confused, but trust me when I tell you only I have your best interest in mind.”
Soft, careful hands brushed a tear from Hero’s face, they didn't even know they were crying.
“Do you trust me?”
Hero nodded.
“Say it to me.”
“I trust you, Villain.” they swallowed.
But then why did a holiday cottage have darts in its security system?
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I found a cat under a truck in the rain, last week was full of vet trips for vaccines and all that stuff because my mom can't say no to rescued cats.
(Btw I also think it's a good time to remind you that English it's not my first language, please tell me if I make any mistakes).
Hope you like it!
#hero x hero#hero x villain#villain x hero#hero/villain#hero and villain#heroes and villains#villain/hero#villain and hero#villains and heroes#amnesiac hero#cats in the rain#actually second cat I rescue#first was gifted to me by the police lol#I was staying in the same highway hotel as them and they were taking care of them#my writing#creative writing#short story#writing wip#hero#writing snippet#wips#villain
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geyser (where hurricane is introduced)
pairing: luke castellan x daughter of poseidon!reader
summary: you and luke meet for the first time. (or luke saves you from a monster, you argue with each other the whole time, and he realizes that he doesn't want to survive alone anymore.)
a/n: by popular demand, hurricane is back for a sequel! and potentially more. lol. enjoy some insight into her (justice for weird little girls) and try not to think about the fact that she dies 6 years later! title comes from new england king noah kahan for these new england icons
wc: 4.6k
warning(s): some inner luke angst, monster encounter and short fight (luke gets a bit injured), they argue but in the fun way. they're just lil nine year olds
“Why are you looking at me like that?” Luke muttered.
He didn’t get an answer back. He was, after all, talking to a fish.
Maybe it didn’t like that he was a criminal. Luke had snuck his way into the New England Aquarium—he wasn’t going to cough up twenty-five bucks to look at marine life—in desperate need of a reprieve from the city, and he fought the urge to check his back every second. If there was one thing he’d learned from being on his own, it was that kids traveling alone always attracted attention. The last thing he needed was attention.
Talking to a fish probably wasn’t good for that, but Luke wasn’t exactly in the best headstate.
Because honestly, he didn’t really know what he was doing in Massachusetts. He tried staying in Connecticut after running away, but it still felt too close to home. He could still hear his mom yelling, could still see her glowing eyes. So he bought the cheapest bus ticket he could find to Boston, hoping a state in between would help.
That was the second thing he’d learned while traveling on the road: everything was way too expensive. And for a kid with no job living off the allowance he’d saved up and some extra money he took out of his mom’s wallet, that wasn’t great. If Luke couldn’t get something dirt cheap, he stole it. His father may not have answered any of his prayers in the past few years, but at least he had naturally quick fingers.
Luke sighed as he turned away from the fish, who was clearly not interested in striking up a conversation. He weaved his way through the crowd as he tried to think of where to go next—it wasn’t the smartest decision, but he was tempted to get a little whale plush from the gift stop—when he heard the middle of a conversation.
“You made a mistake coming here, dearie.”
The hairs on the back of his neck stood up as Luke froze in place. He couldn’t even murmur an apology to the people who bumped into him because the gears in his head were turning rapidly.
“Let go of me—” a voice protested in response.
“Quieting down would do you some good. Did your mother not teach you manners?”
He was still trying to see who it was when he finally found it. A middle-aged woman moved through the crowd with a girl around Luke’s age, her hand wrapped tightly around the girl’s arm. Her nails were more like claws, and she had a strange gait that she tried to cover up. That was when he knew.
See, Luke had gotten used to distinguishing creeps from freaks with all his time on the road. Cutting a monster down would turn them into dust—normal humans would call the police. And if there was anything more dangerous for a runaway juvenile than monsters, it was the police.
But if a monster had ignored every single person in this building to get to you, it meant he’d somehow stumbled his way into the path of another half-blood. And Luke wasn’t going to let another half-blood die right in front of him.
So he took a deep breath, hoped the five second plan he made up in his head would work, and moved in.
“May, where have you been?” Luke tried to put on his best brother voice, and made himself as imposing as a nine year old could be. He didn’t focus at all on the monster, instead communicating to trust him as much as he could with his eyes. “Mom’s been worried sick!”
Both you and the woman turned to look at him, and Luke immediately knew he made the right choice from the blatant fear in your expression.
“Sorry,” you said, letting your shoulders fall and your gaze drop to the ground. Luke tried not to let his relief show over you playing along. “I really wanted to look at the sea turtle—”
“You should’ve said something instead of just wandering off,” he insisted. “We can all go look at it together—once Mom is done lecturing you, at least.” Luke took your hand and you let him pull you over to his side, positioning himself in front of you ever so slightly as he looked up at the woman. “Thanks for keeping an eye on her. I appreciate it.”
“You should be more careful,” she said eerily. It felt as if she was staring right into his soul. “You never know the kind of things that are out there.”
“I know,” he said, shaking his head. “Sisters, am I right?”
As soon as they were out of hearing distance, he lowered his voice and tightened his grip on your hand. “Come on. Try and look casual.”
“You know what she is,” you whispered.
“Yes,” he said, then he shook his head. “I— not exactly. But I know she’s a monster.”
“I knew it,” you muttered with vindication. Luke felt your eyes on him. “So you’re like me?”
He nodded. “Yeah.”
“One of your parents is—” You stopped, as if you still weren’t sure.
Luke knew the feeling all too well—desperately trying to tell someone what he was only to be met with that look adults loved to give. You’re clearly talking nonsense, but I feel bad for you so I’ll humor you. And all the normal kids he’d tried to tell the truth to thought he was just playing a game.
“A god,” he finished quietly. “Yeah.”
You started to look back, but Luke stopped you.
“Don’t.” Their chances of getting attacked in a place so full of people was lower, but Luke had dealt with some particularly bold monsters. One able to disguise themself as a human would have an advantage—Luke learned people hated listening to kids, especially ones they could pass off as delusional. “You don’t want her to catch on.”
“Who are you?” you asked.
“My name’s Luke,” he said. “What about you?”
You said your name, then you glanced at him. “You know a lot about all of this. More than me.”
“Are you a runaway too?”
You nodded, and a part of his heart broke. You had no right to be out here, not when you were so young.
And he says so, too. “You shouldn’t be out here on your own. It’s dangerous.”
You frowned. “You’re out here on your own too.”
“I’ve been on my own for a few months,” he said. “I know what to expect. How long have you been out?”
You shrugged. “A week.”
Luke let out a ragged sigh. “You’ve got bad luck if monsters are already coming after you.”
“They already have,” you murmured, and you looked back at him. “How old are you if you’ve been doing this for months?”
Luke frowned. “Nine. How old are you?”
“I’m also nine,” you shot back. “So you can’t say anything to me.”
He opened his mouth to retort—Luke hadn’t been a child in years, not since Hermes left him alone with a cursed mother and a burning rage inside of him that he couldn’t let go of, no matter how hard he tried. But if you chose to run away from home too, then you were in the same boat. Kids like you two didn’t get to be kids.
“Fair,” he conceded. “But it’ll be a lot easier to give her the slip if we work together.”
“…I can deal with that.” You cleared your throat. “Thank you for saving me, though. I… I just froze.”
“It happens more than you’d think,” Luke muttered. “We have to throw her off our trail, though. She’s not gonna be happy.”
“She’s probably ecstatic,” you said, shaking your head. “She’s got two kids to eat instead of one.”
“Aren’t you an optimist?” he remarked.
You chuckled. “Sorry. It hasn’t been a great day.”
“It’s fine.” Luke didn’t know the last great—god, even good—day he’d had, even before he ran away. Honestly, this conversation with you had been the highlight of this month. “But we can’t just leave. She has our scent, so she’ll be on us as soon as we’re on our own. It’ll be even easier out in the open. We’ve gotta set security on her trail to get her off ours.”
You nodded as you turned another corner. “We should get to the gift shop. It’ll be less populated, but still enough to hide us.”
Luke nodded. “Smart. And security’ll have an easy path there in case of shoplifters.”
“So tell a sob story, get security, set them on her,” you said, looking at him.
“Then get the hell out of here,” he agreed.
“Think we can get a souvenir for the occasion?” you asked. “We’ve probably earned it with all this dodging.”
Luke thought about that whale plushie again. “Maybe.”
“The stairs are that way.” You gestured with your head, and Luke turned—he’d been going the completely wrong direction.
“Thanks,” he said. “You know this place?”
“I’m from Boston,” you nodded. “And I’ve been here a lot with my mom.”
Luke figured he should have guessed by the accent. He didn’t know how long he was going to stay, but it would be useful to have someone with him who knew the city.
“You’re still pretty close to home,” he noted.
You shrugged. “I’ve been doing all the things I’ve wanted to do now that I’m officially on my own. I know I’m gonna have to leave eventually, but…” you sighed and shook your head. “I guess I’m scared. Brave enough to run away but too scared to make it official.”
Luke understood that more than you could know. It took him feeling like he was going to burst out of his skin before he got the strength to leave Connecticut.
“You don’t wanna leave your mom,” he guessed.
You nodded. “I love her more than anything, but I’ve already put her in too much danger. I’m leaving until I can figure out how to keep her safe.”
You’re a kid, Luke wanted to say. It should be the other way around. But he’d already been hypocritical enough for today, and you’d probably say the same.
“That’s sweet,” he said. “Stupid, but sweet.”
“We’re both nine-year-old runaways,” you said. “You don’t get to tell me what’s stupid.”
He chuckled and shook his head, letting the matter drop as you finally got to the gift shop. Luke had been stressed about how to strike a balance between cautious enough to keep your backs covered but confident enough to not be questioned, but it turned out talking with you was all he needed.
On the way to the front, Luke caught sight of a whale plushie. His fingers itched to grab it, but he kept his eyes on the better prize of not dying and came to a stop at the cash register.
“Hi,” Luke said, getting the attention of the employee at the front, hoping he sounded adequately fearful. “There’s a woman out there that tried to get my friend to go with her. Tall, middle-aged, dressed in grandmother-y clothes with glasses. She grabbed her arm and threatened her.”
“You kids aren’t joking around, are you?” the cashier asked.
“No,” you said, and Luke was shocked by how close to tears you sounded. “It was really scary— my parents were in the bathroom and I was waiting for them, and she just looked so nice, but—” somehow, a tear actually fell from your eye as you let out a sob— “but she tried to take me away.”
The woman shook her head as she went back and grabbed a walkie talkie from below the register. The moment she turned away, you glanced at Luke and nodded, and he just stared in awe. She relayed Luke’s description then said a couple other things, then she crouched down to be on their level to look you straight-on. “Where are your parents?”
“They’re in the bathroom on the second floor,” you provided. “We came here because we didn’t know where else to go.”
She sighed, falling for every part of it. You were much better at garnering sympathy than Luke was. “I’m sorry, sweetie. I called our security— they’ll be here in a second to get a statement from you.”
You nodded, sniffling a bit as your lip quivered. “Thank you. I— I just want my mom.”
The employee put her hand to her heart, and when you went for a hug, she reciprocated. “Don’t cry. You’re gonna be safe, okay? I’ll wait with you until security gets here. One of our guards is already out there looking for her.”
“Okay,” you agreed. Luke caught your eye from behind her back, and you dropped your act in a second to smile knowingly at him. He just shook his head with a slight smile of his own—you were good at this.
Eventually, two security guards arrived—Luke doubted they would be good for handling a shoplifter, much less a mythological monster—but they took yours and Luke’s statements, and were about to leave before you spoke up.
“Our parents are definitely looking for us,” you said, already back on the verge of tears. “Can— can you take us to them? When they went to the bathroom, we were by the coral reef.”
“‘Course.” One of them nodded and looked at his partner. “I’ll get them back to their parents—you look for the suspect.”
After a short discussion, the three of you set out, you still holding Luke’s hand as he leaned closer to you.
“On my signal,” he murmured. “We’re gonna blend into the crowd and get out of here.”
You nodded. You were so close to the exit, but you allowed the guard to take you up the stairs, and thankfully the crowd around the middle of the giant ocean tank was huge. Luke counted off quietly, and when he got to three, you split off, blending into a group of kids on a school field trip to get back to the stairs.
You started moving at a much quicker pace, the exit within your sights, but just as they were about to make it, Luke spotted their monster. And now, she was definitely a monster—Luke couldn’t remember the name, but she’d shed her disguise, looking like some kind of bird-human hybrid thing. It didn’t really matter in his opinion, because she really looked like she wanted to kill the two of you.
Luke cursed and grabbed your arm, immediately pulling you flat up against the wall with him. “She’s here.”
“We told security about her,” you protested. “How hard could it be to find her?”
“A bit harder when they’re gonna be seeing something different.” Luke glanced at you. “You said you’ve already dealt with monsters before.”
You nodded.
“Do you remember feeling like you were the only one who actually saw what was happening? Like you saw the monster for what it was while it was trying to kill you, and everyone was still freaking out, but not as much as they should have been?”
You nodded again.
“Well, that’s a thing. Normal people can’t see what monsters really look like—only we can.” Luke peeked his head around the corner again. “And if she’s shed her disguise, it means she wants to go in for the kill. And it means we’re completely on our own.”
“We’re not on our own,” you said. “We’ve got each other.”
Luke found himself smiling. It had been a while since that was true. It had been a while since he’d smiled.
“Yeah,” he agreed. “And it’s harder to kill two half-bloods than one.”
He poked his head out again and immediately withdrew it, cursing under his breath as he stared up at the ceiling. “I never should have come to this city.”
“Excuse me?” You stepped away from the wall as your brows furrowed. “Boston is the greatest city in the world.”
“If you’re gonna be wrong, be wrong quietly,” Luke urged, gesturing with his head for you to get back. “And you are wrong, by the way.”
“I’m not wrong.” You crossed your arms, refusing to budge. “Did you know that we have the first public park? And the first public school! And we have the T! Where are you even from?”
“We can talk about this later,” he insisted. “We’re trying to hide. Have you ever hidden before?”
“We don’t need to hide when you’ve insulted my Commonwealth’s honor,” you said. “Especially when you’re in our aquarium. Where are you from to be talking so badly about the Bay State?”
“Connecticut,” he finally said, hoping that would get you to finally quiet down, but that only ramped you up further. “Place called Westport.”
“Connecticut?” you marveled, throwing your hands up. “You’re from some podunk town in Connecticut and you’re insulting Boston?”
“Okay, Westport is not a podunk town—” Luke started, but he didn’t get the chance to finish defending his hometown before he caught sight of their monster—and she’d caught sight of them.
Luke cursed even harder under his breath with words no nine year old should have known, then he grabbed your hand and pulled you along into a jog, interrupting your immediate protests.
“She’s got us pinned,” he said, trying to keep his voice low enough to not be detected while making sure you could hear him. “Together, our scent is too strong. We’re not gonna be able to lose her—we’ve gotta kill her.”
“Could the fish help with her knowing where we are?” you asked as you started running with him. “Because they’ll be happy to help us. They don’t like her either.”
Luke did a double take. “What?”
“I can hear what they’re saying,” you said, as if it were completely normal. “It’s a little overwhelming with so many in one place, honestly.”
If they weren’t on the run from a monster, Luke would have worried a bit more about the fact that you were crazy. But he wasn’t awarded those kinds of luxuries these days.
“We’ll—” Luke let out a sigh, because what did you mean that you could hear what fish were saying (especially because they clearly weren’t conversation prone)— “we’ll get out of here, and get the upper hand, and we’ll kill her. Okay?”
“Okay,” you nodded. “But Boston is still the greatest city in the world.”
He huffed, taking his eyes off the path forward for a moment just to look at you. “Are you seriously still on this?”
“Of course. We also have the greatest baseball team in the country.” You gestured with your free hand. “Do you see how many people here have Red Sox hats on?”
Luke laughed out of pure shock. Was this the kind of stuff he’d been missing out on while traveling alone?
“Listen,” he said. “If we get out of this alive, you can tell me all the Red Sox facts you want. But we actually have to work together through all this. Deal?”
“Deal,” you said immediately. “You’re way more focused than I am.”
Luke let out a loose breath and shook his head. “Well, I’ve had to be. Do you have a weapon?”
“I took a kitchen knife before I left,” you said, “just to be safe. It’s worked pretty well.”
“Do you know how to use it?”
“I’m really good at chopping vegetables,” you said. “And I killed a monster with it the other day.”
“Glowing reviews,” Luke chuckled. “I’m pretty good with my sword, so we should be okay.”
“You’ve got a sword? How?”
“...My dad left it for me before he left,” Luke said. “I guess he wanted to do one good thing for me in his life.”
“I’m sorry,” you said. Luke offered a tight smile.
“Doesn’t matter much anymore,” he said. “Soon as we get outside, we get to the street and get to some empty alley. We hide on either side, wait for her to find us, then take her down. Okay?”
You nodded resolutely. “Let’s do it.”
The beginning of the plan wasn’t too difficult. Your faces would probably be plastered all over the place once the staff realized you were missing, but that was a problem for another day. You knew the area well so you took charge—and you took the time to spout random facts about the city on your way, of course, like a nine-year-old tour guide—and soon enough they were indeed in an empty alleyway.
You and Luke stood on each side, weapons in your grasp now that you weren’t surrounded by a whole aquarium of people, and he watched as you stared straight ahead, trying to keep your breathing steady. Besides the whole hearing fish thing, you seemed pretty well-adjusted for where you were.
But then again—you’d only been at this for a week, and the way you talked about your mom, your home life was the complete opposite of his.
Luke shook his head. It didn’t matter what your life was like—you both ended up in the same place.
His thoughts were mercifully ended when Luke heard sharp nails scratching against the brick of the alleyway. He grimaced, his grip tightening on his sword, and he looked over at you. Your eyes were slightly wide, but you nodded when he did. You were ready.
“You two are clever,” the monster sang, her voice just as grating as her nails against the wall, “but I never miss a meal. And those measly workers just wouldn’t sate my appetite.”
Her steps got closer and closer, and Luke held his breath. Right before she would be able to see you both, he yelled, “Now!”
You were out first, immediately lashing at her with your knife. She took the cut against her shoulder and slashed at you in turn, but you dodged out of the way, giving Luke a chance to come in with his sword. But his angle was off, and she deflected the blow then sunk her claws into his arm. Luke cried out, landing a kick on her chest as he ripped himself out of her grasp, but her focus was already back on you.
You stabbed at her with your knife and actually landed it in her chest, but it wasn’t Celestial bronze—all it did was make her angrier. She screeched and tackled you to the ground, knife still sticking out of her, claws poised to rip your throat out. You grit your teeth as you wrestled her arms away from you, but your strength was fading fast.
Luke’s eyes widened and he grabbed his sword from the ground. He wouldn’t make it in time, but you could.
He called out your name and threw his sword, and you didn’t even have to look to snatch it out of the air. Storms raged in your eyes as you stabbed the monster through the side.
“You shouldn’t have come here, dearie,” you spat.
The monster’s scream dissolved with the wind as she exploded into dust, dousing you in yellow powder. The sword fell out of your grip as you coughed, and you just laid on the ground, drained.
“Gross,” you grumbled.
Luke wiped his hand across his forehead as he fought to catch his breath, ignoring the blood seeping down his arm. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah,” you said between coughs. “I’m great.”
Luke went over and offered his hand, and he pulled you up after you took it. “I’m so sorry. I guess I’m a little rusty.”
“Neither of us are dead, are we? I’d say it went pretty well.” You grimaced as you wiped the powder off your face, groaning again. “This is gonna take forever to get off.”
Luke chuckled as he took his backpack off and took out a towel, which you accepted gratefully. A demigod always had to be prepared. “You say you’ve only been on your own for a week?”
You nodded as you started cleaning your face and arms off. “Not my first monster, though.”
“It never is,” he murmured. Luke tipped his head back towards the sun and closed his eyes, letting out one final, long breath as the buzz from battle started to fade. And along with that, his adrenaline—the wound on his arm began to sting, and he sighed. He really didn’t feel like dealing with that.
“You’re hurt,” you said, and Luke opened his eyes.
“I’ll be fine,” he said. “They’re surface level.”
You frowned. “Are you sure?”
“I’ve stitched myself up a few times, and this doesn’t need them,” he said, his lip curling at the memory. He was not a very good doctor. “I have some first aid stuff in my bag—once we get out of here, I’ll fix it up.”
“You said we,” you said.
Luke blinked. “I did?”
You nodded. “When we get out of here.”
He blinked again. He didn’t even notice—didn’t even really think about where you would go after the monster was dead. It was kinda sad, but Luke was pretty sure he’d smiled and talked more in this one hour with you than the past few months on his own. He’d already started thinking of you and him as a collective.
“What d’you think, then?” he asked. “You wanna stick together?”
You frowned. “You’re willing to kick it with a girl you just met?”
He shrugged. “You fight well, obviously. And you’re way better at making people feel bad for you than I am. That’s useful when you’ve got nothing.”
“We’re kids on our own,” you said. “It’s not that hard to get pity points.”
“I’ve been told I’m… abrasive,” Luke said. “Besides, I like you already. You were arguing for your baseball team while running for your life. It’s annoying, but impressive.”
“People also say that about me,” you said sagely. Luke smiled and held out his hand more.
“So? You wanna join forces?”
You stared at it for a while. “Even if I spend the next couple of hours telling you all about the Red Sox?”
Luke chuckled. “I did say you could if we got out of this alive. And I feel pretty alive.”
It took you another second, but you nodded intently and shook his hand. “Then you’ve got yourself a deal, Luke.”
“Glad to hear it,” he said, his smile widening.
You handed him the towel and he went to put it back in his bag when he saw the… souvenir he’d taken before you left the gift shop. He grabbed the whale plushie that had been on his mind all day and held it out to you. “Here.”
You frowned. “When did you even have the time to get this? You definitely didn’t pay for it.”
“Idle hands are the devil’s playthings,” he said. “They won’t miss it. It’s a much better use marking the start of our friendship. Besides,” Luke shrugged, “you did say you wanted a souvenir.”
You smiled as you took it. “Looks like we’re a trio, then.”
“Welcome to the team,” he said with a grin. “It’s a small one, but I think we’ll make it work.”
“Me too,” you nodded. “And it’ll be nice not being alone.”
Luke thought back to all the nights spent sleeping under bridges, commandeering benches, purposefully choosing overnight buses so he would have somewhere to rest. Constantly watching his back because he had no one else, wondering if each night he camped in the woods would be his last.
He looked at you, a girl who ran away from home because she didn’t want to hurt her mom. Your clothes were covered in yellow monster dust, sweat dripped down your forehead, and Luke had nearly gotten you killed—but you were still smiling. And he found himself smiling too.
“Yeah,” Luke murmured. “It will be.”
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Househubby Simon would be better than any thief deterrent out there. But god forbid the poor burglar unfortunate enough to break into Simon’s mini mansion. Instantly went from househusband to Lieutenant mode lol.
Like excuse me?!?? Breaking into MY house??? That my wife worked so hard for??? And trying to steal HER stuff?? *clicks gun. Going dark.*
Also HC Simon spends parts of his allowance money on nice gun/knife collection. He has it stored in an organized basement. That burglar would be stupid to break into your house like that, hes going to be sent to the ICU for sure because Si wouldn’t let it slide like that. The police are more concerned why he has such big gun collection than the poor thief.
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Warnings: Mentions of Break-Ins, Thievery, Simon being an absolute Weapon, Implied Injury, No Pronouns used for Reader Except 'You'.
🪿 Anon, you're so right for that; Simon is the BEST line of defence (not on the market) you can get for your home protection needs. He's a retired SAS soldier, of course he's absolutely goated in the art of protection and preservation.
God forbid the thief tries to steal something you bought for Simon; that's a one-way ticket to A&E - first class at that. Everything you've ever given him is worth more to Simon than its physical value (which, given your profession, is guaranteed to be hefty). Your gifts offer sentimental value; a luxury Simon never had before meeting you.
Sometimes, Simon hopes some poor soul will wander into his path so he has the chance to try out his new collection of weaponry he bought the other day 👀
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It's Been a Long Time
❀ WandaNat x Reader (f)
❀ Warnings: SMUT, desperate sex, separation, cannon typical violence, oral (r receiving and w receiving), shmexy toys, use of a strap-on, poly!relationship, pet names (baby, honey, sweetheart), tattooed reader (just a small one on her chest), nats and Wanda's mommy milkers, overstimulation, body worship, lots of orgasms, this is just super smutty and I hope you like it lol, sadness, tears, angst, captivity (not of reader), mommy kink (not MDLG), use of a butt plug and lube, female masturbation, voyeurism(?), threesome, lots of aftercare, kisses, fluff, and goodness!
❀ Request: SMUT! smexy, depraved smut with lots of overstimulation, body worship, oral, orgasms, and toys, just allll the slutty and smutty goodness 🤤
❀ A/N: I really hope you like this one! I set it after Captain America: Civil War when Nat exposes everything about the accords and herself, and Wanda goes to the prison on the ocean thingy. So they both go home to their girlfriend who just misses them like crazy:(
When you heard the news of the Avengers getting caught, your heart broke. The two women you loved were a part of the team, and their getting caught was the first thing on your list you were worried about, besides them getting killed, of course. Natasha and Wanda had fallen for you when you approached them while they were having coffee one morning. You had noticed that Wanda had dropped her wallet, so you quickly went to return it to her.
Unbeknownst to you, that day would change the trajectory of your entire life. The two women would smother you with their eternal love for you, take care of you when you were sad, love you when you had a hard time loving yourself, and leave you alone when you wished. They understood you, knew you, and just loved you. They showed their love in different ways;
Wanda showed it through words. Telling you how beautiful you are, saying she loves you, holding your hand in public, kissing your head when you woke up every morning. Natasha, she was a little different. Being more conservative and hidden, she showed her love in smaller ways. Protective looks at someone who is looking at you, gifting you flowers she picks from the compound garden, and tickling your back during movie nights.
Unfortunately, both women knew what they signed up for when they decided to join the Avengers. They put the people of their city before themselves. It was heroic, and you loved that about them. They were admirable and inspiring. Even when Wanda made a mistake with her powers, you still loved her. Even when Natasha turned her back on you and Wanda, you still loved her the same as well.
As you were watching TV, an emergency broadcast sounded, and you watched in horror as the Avengers were seen being escorted onto a large plane, going only god knows where. Clutching the shirt-sewn pillow, you hold it close to your heart, silent tears falling down your cheeks. Wanda looked heartbroken at what was unraveling, and Natasha looked defeated as she was escorted into a police car.
You glared red-fiery bullets at Tony Stark, who stands with Vision, Spider-Man, and other people you thought were your friends. They were watching their team get captured, rendering the city in danger as the most powerful of people were locked away. Reaching for your phone, the first person you call is Wanda. No answer. Next, you call Natasha. No answer. In a fit of desperation, you call Tony.
"What the fuck did you do?? Why are you doing this??" You scream into the phone as you hear Tony's smug voice on the other side. He sighs and lets you scream at him.
"Y/n, listen to me. They are a danger to-" You didn't let him finish.
"They are your fucking team, Stark. You are more dangerous than all of them combined! They have friendships that can never be undone, promises that can't be broken, lovers-" your voice cracks and you whimper. "Fuck you, Stark. Fuck you, and fuck your so-called morals." Before he got a chance to respond, you hung up the phone.
The channel changes on its own, and you see Natasha's picture on the screen. A headline below her says, "Natalia Alianovna Romanova, the assailant behind the escape of Captain America." You shook your head, knowing they wouldn't arrest her if it was on her watch. She would be on the run, and with everyone knowing who she is, she won't be coming home to you.
Wanda, you didn't know where she went or what happened to her. You prayed and begged someone, anyone, to bring them back to you. But nothing, no matter how hard you tried, they were nowhere to be found.
It would be weeks before you showered again. You were staying up late every single night worrying, researching, and calling people, trying to find where your lovers were. You tried looking for the sightings of Natasha, but no luck. You tried finding out where Wanda was by tracking the plane number you saw on the TV. But no luck either; it was military-protected. But one day, an unknown number called you. Immediately you picked up, not caring who it was.
"Y/n? This is Rogers. I can't talk long, but Wanda and Natasha are coming home. I have them located, and they are both safe. Give them time, but soon."
You sighed in relief and responded, "Where are they? Please, I need to know; I need to know where they are!"
Steve was quiet for a second, "I'm sorry, I can't disclose that information right now. Give them a week, and they'll be home, ok?" He waited for a response, but you hung up and threw your phone to the other side of the room.
You were angry and worried about your girlfriends. Steve was a little help with the burner phone call, but it still made you infuriated that he didn't tell you where they were. You knew that he couldn't be tracked fully with a burner phone, but you didn't know what technology Stark would use to capture him again.
Just like Steve said, it would be another week before you would see them. So you cleaned yourself up a little bit. You showered, tidied your room and the rest of the apartment, and decided to cook an actual meal—a simple [enter your favorite easy meal here] dinner for you and your lovers.
That is, whenever they came back to you.
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You had got through the week Steve said they would be here, but they still did not show. Maybe they forgot about you? Maybe they didn't love you anymore. Those were the thoughts coming through your head 24/7. After the phone call with Steve, you felt something. You felt a spark of hope and were confident they were going to come home, yet they didn't.
But the day came when they finally did—the day started as every other one, in bed, unmotivated to do anything. You had gotten in the habit of staring at the picture of you, Natasha, and Wanda in central park. You were squished in between the two of them, their lips connecting to both of your cheeks as you smiled in the middle of them. It was your favorite picture of you three, as it brought back memories from the "good ole' days."
You had found that showering washed the pain away for a temporary time. The water flowed down your skin with ease and, in turn, felt like you were a new woman. Today was no different. You got in the shower, and like every other day, you continued to pray and beg anything for your lovers to come home. With every bubble that fell through the drain, you counted your wishes. It felt useless trying to hope for them to come home anymore. But you knew you had to keep trying.
After you got dressed, you went to the kitchen for some breakfast. [Enter your favorite breakfast food here] sounded amazing, and once you made it, it hit the spot. You were in your thoughts for a long time before you noticed a small knock at the door. You figured it was a package you ordered, so you answered it.
To your utter surprise, Wanda and Natasha stood right in front of you. In the flesh, alive and breathing. Wanda was in a musty blue jumpsuit, and Natasha looked like she was in hiding, her red hair growing long over her shoulders. You stared in disbelief at the two women in front of you. Not sure if they were real or not.
"I-is it you?" You whisper, tears prickling in your eyes. Wanda smiled, lifting her hand to cradle your cheek.
"It is, sweetheart. We're home." Wanda responded, a sad smile painted on her lips.
You let out a sob and wrapped your arms around the two of them. You hid your face in Natashas' chest as you pulled Wanda closer to you. "Wh-why did you leave? Why didn't y-you come home?" You whimpered, your voice muffled by the soft material of Nats' maroon shirt.
The two women looked at each other, and Natasha took the lead.
"We were caught in the wrong place at the wrong time милая (honey), and we had to go away for a little bit." She said, giving your head a soft kiss as she ran her fingers through your wet hair. You sigh in relief as you feel Wanda give you a reassuring squeeze, and you look up at her as well.
"Are you both ok? Are you hurt? Did they hurt you?" You ask quickly, pulling away and scanning the two of them, running your eyes over their body and looking at their faces to see if they wince in pain anywhere. You feel lighter as you see them shake their heads, and you grab their hands and pull them inside. Inside their home, where they belong with you.
"I saw it all happen, o-on the news… I wish I could have been there t-to help you somehow. I just f-feel like I sh-should hav-have done something." You cry, sitting down on the kitchen chair you pull from the table.
"Baby, please don't feel that way. You didn't have to do a thing. We made a sacrifice so that you would be safe. So don't you dare take the blame for any of this, do you understand?" Wanda says, kneeling in front of you and taking your hands. Her thumb rubs tender circles on the backs of your hands.
You nod in understanding and look down at your hands in sadness. "I just missed you both so much. I thought you were never coming home."
Your small voice breaks their hearts, and Wanda cups your cheeks, pulling you in for a passionate kiss. Gratefully and happily, you return the kiss, wrapping your arms around her neck to bring her closer to you. Natasha kneels next to Wanda, and after pulling away from Wanda, you lean over to the redhead, kissing her lips with just as much passion. "My god, I missed you both so much. I was going insane without you two here."
They both smile from below you, and each takes your hand in theirs. "We've missed our baby, and I think we all need a bit of relief from our time away…." Natasha smirks at you and Wanda, and in sync, you both nod. Understanding what she is saying in an instant.
They pulled you to the bedroom, their eyes never leaving yours. They tenderly laid you down on the bed, placing your head gently on a pillow. Both pairs of hands explore your body as if it is a newfound land that no one has laid eyes on before. Your shirt comes off, and you are left bare for them. They both pause as they look at you from above.
Wanda speaks first, "Did you get this while we were gone, baby?" Her soft fingers trace the fine line of a tattoo in the valley of your breasts. The lines connect to make three naked women intertwined together, all holding each other tightly. A heart at the crown of each woman's head and you right in the middle.
"It's beautiful, honey. Gorgeous." Natasha says, leaning down to kiss along the ink lining your skin. "I've missed this body, your scent, just everything about you милая (honey)." She talks, her lips kissing down your belly to the waistband of your silk shorts.
Wanda sits at your side, smiling as she kisses your lips, holding onto your hand as she moves down your neck to your chest as well. She takes one of your perked nipples into her mouth, smiling as a moan escapes your throat. You haven't been intimate in so long, and it felt so good to feel this close to your lover again. "O-oh.." You let out a small gasp as Natasha gently pull your shorts down your legs, a hum coming from above you as Nat looks hungrily at your soaking wet pussy.
"So wet, baby. Is this all for us?" Nat asks, softly raking her fingers over your inner thighs, coaxing your legs open even more. You nod in response, your cheeks heating up at how exposed you are. "I need a taste…." She whispers, and Wanda nods at her.
Natasha lays on her belly, spreading your petals wide open. Slick strings from her fingers as she prods at your hole, and you moan softly. She licks a long stripe from the bottom of your cunt and circles around your clit, making you squeeze Wanda's hand tighter.
Her mouth feels so fucking good on your pussy, and you arch your back, pushing your breast further into Wandas' mouth. She rubs your other hardened nipple in her fingers; like a bud of clay, she's rolling into a perfect ball, and pleasure courses through your body. Your wiggling body makes it hard for Natasha to focus, and Wanda takes note of this, so she moves to straddle your lap, keeping your lower body still.
Your eyes close as both women dominate you, Wanda pleasuring your breasts as Natasha eats you out like she's never before. You grasp the sheets in your hands, your orgasm coming closer and closer until it hits you. As you cum with a shout, Natasha enters two fingers inside of your clenching cunt, smirking as you squeeze her fingers extra tight from not cumming in so long. "So delicious, милая (honey), so fucking good." She whispers from in between your legs, your juices covering her lips.
"Have a taste, my love," Nat says, sitting up and removing her fingers from your pussy, moving them up to Wandas' lips. She closes her mouth around Nats' fingers and moans softly.
"Mmmm, baby, you taste like strawberries and cream…" Wanda says, smiling down at your fucked out face. A thin sheet of sweat covers your forehead, and you return a smile.
"J-just for you, Mommy…" you whisper, your breath coming in small pants. Nat chuckles lightly and crawls to your side. "And you too, m-mommy…." you add, making sure Nat feels just as much love.
"Oh, baby, did you think we were done? No, no, no, we have so much to catch up on." Wanda smiles and kisses your lips in a sloppy, desperate kiss. While she is devouring your lips, Natasha makes her way to the closet. She reaches for the box marked "toys" and smiles at your messy handwriting. As she opens the box, she takes out your favorite [enter favorite color and desired size] strap, a powerful vibrating wand, and her favorite toy to torture you with; the ruby-like jeweled butt plug that fits your ass like a glove.
She turns around with the supplies in her hands, and to no one's surprise, you had managed to get Wanda down to her bra and panties. Her jumpsuit was discarded on the floor by the bed. With her lips glued to yours, Wanda takes your hands and pins them above your head, wanting all of you under her control. You smile as your noses nudge against each other as she pulls away for a second. You look up at her, and your eyes flick from hers to her lips. "You always take my breath away." Nat smiles at your moment with her and sets the supplies at the end of the bed.
"Alright, it's time for the real fun," Nat says, smiling as she removes her shirt and jeans. You sit up with Wanda sitting next to you, but you are quickly stopped in your tracks as Nat gives you a look that immediately pushes you into submission. As you lay back down, Wanda runs her fingers through your hair, and Nat climbs between your legs once again.
You watch in anticipation as Nat buckles the harness to her hips, the false cock bobbing in front of her. She rubs her hand over your pussy lips again and gently enters your hole with her finger. Stretching you out to make sure that her cock fits perfectly inside of you. As Wanda sits above you, she continues to brush through your hair with her fingers, something she does as a gesture of love while Natasha takes charge of both of you.
Nat smiles and seductively holds up the bejeweled butt plug, and you whimper softly, knowing how much you love it yet loathes it at the same time. Natasha would completely understand if you said no to something and would respect it. But this time, you would allow her to do anything to you.
She gently holds your legs open and puts your ass on her lap, your legs up by her shoulders. She opens the small bottle of lube and puts a small amount on the metal plug as well as your puckering hole. You jump at the slight coolness of the liquid but relax as her warm fingers rub it in, pushing her finger into your ass with ease. You groan softly, turning your head and hiding your face in Wandas' leg.
She smiles at your shyness and tickles your arm to soothe you as Nat works your ass open for her.
"Come on, baby, loosen up for me; you used to take me like a champ," Nat says, pushing her fingers in a little deeper. You moan in response, feeling like you haven't been stretched out like this in ages. Well, you haven't, but it still felt like the first time all over again. "I know you can do it, honey, come on, let me in…" she whispers, gently moving her other hand to the top of your cunt, rubbing small circles on your sensitive button to help you relax.
With a whimper coming from your lips, you relax your lower body in hopes of assisting Nat. With luck, she pushes her fingers to her knuckles and smirks. "Good girl, that's our good girl," She coos and smiles as she pushes her fingers in and out of your tight back hole. "She's so good, isn't she, Wands?"
Wanda hums in agreement, her fingers teasing your nipples once again. "So so good, the best girl." She smiles down at you, chuckling softly as your face contorts into a face of pleasure. You bite your lip and whine at the sudden empty feeling of Nats' fingers leaving you. But you are quickly full again when Nat pushes the plug into your ass, the jewel nestling right between your ass cheeks.
Nat smiles at her work and rubs your skin softly. "It fits perfectly… red suits you милая (honey). My god, you are so beautiful." She looks over you adoringly and leans down to press a kiss to your bent knee. As she kisses closer to your cunt, Wanda slowly straddles your chest and looks down at you with a smirk. "Do you wanna taste baby?" You nod eagerly, and you link your arms around her legs to pull her closer to your mouth.
Her pussy drips right over your mouth, and you can hardly contain your excitement. You pull her down to your and suck hard on her clit, making her moan and grip the bed frame in front of her. She arches her back, grinding down on your mouth with pleasure filling her veins. Lust fills her system, and she reaches back to pull on your nipples again, smiling at the vibration of your moans against her clit.
Natasha leans back as she watches you devour Wanda and smiles as she plays with herself in return. She rubs her clit with her fingers, but it just isn't enough, so she reaches for the vibrator that sits next to her. She turns it on and sighs in relief as she presses the bulb to her aching clit. Throwing her head back in pleasure, she watches the two of you through hooded eyelids, smirking as she matches the movements of Wandas' hips, circling the vibrator one way and then the other.
Once you sense Wandas' orgasm starts to form, you smile as her moans fill your ears like music, and you gently push your fingers in to help her with that final push of pleasure. She gasps, as does Natasha at the end of the bed, both women coming to their high at the same time. The two of them moan loudly as they both cum, and Wandas' hips come to a stop as she takes in a deep breath. "Oh, baby, you were hungry, weren't ya?" She chuckles and scoots down, leaning over your chest to kiss your lips, tasting herself on her tongue at the same time.
"Mmm, you taste so good, Wands." You whisper against her lips, and you smile as you take in her soft kisses in return. As Natasha finishes, she hands the vibe to Wanda, who turns around on your belly, so now she is facing Natasha, who has spread your legs wide so they both have unlimited access to your most intimate parts.
Wanda spreads your pussy lips apart and licks small circles on your clit while Natasha pushes the tip of her cock into your hole. Already being stretched out, Nat knows you can take all of her. She places her hands on your thighs and pushes further inside your wet hole, slowly filling you up to the brim. You moan loudly, and you squeeze Wandas' hips as she straddles you.
You hear the click of the vibrator switch, and you jump as you feel the vibrating against your puffy clit. A loud moan escapes your lips, your legs shaking in response as Wanda circles the vibe in all the right ways. Natasha moves her hips in a smooth rhythm, pulling endless pleasure from your cunt with each thrust. With Wandas' skilled hands with the vibrator and Natashas' cock stretching you out perfectly, you are in a state of euphoria for the first time in a long, long time.
Your first orgasm hits you like a semi-truck, and you see white. Your pussy walls clench around Natasha's cock like a vice, and your clit pulses against the vibrating head held in Wandas' soft hands. And they are far from done, you know that; Wanda knows that, as does Natasha. They continue to push you to your limits, torturing your cunt in the most loving way possible.
Your second orgasm hits just minutes later, and your juices squirt from your pussy and onto the sheets just under you. You let out a loud moan and squirm underneath Wanda. "One more, baby, one more just for us." She encourages and turns the vibrator up to its highest setting. You whimper in response, your red puffy cunt getting its last bit of pleasure. Natasha thrusts in and out of your pussy faster, and you are pushed to your third and final orgasm.
As you are cumming beneath your two lovers, they share their love with a long and loving kiss. Their tongues fight for dominance in the other's mouth. Finally, with gentle care, they move their focus to you. Wanda removes the vibe from your quivering clit, and Natasha slowly removes her cock from your soaking wet hole and gently pulls the plug from your ass. She teases you by pulling it out just a little bit, then pushing it back into its spot again. But finally, she pulls it out and leaves your ass a gaping hole.
Once Wanda moves from your belly, she begins cleaning everything up, the toys, the pillows, blankets, and other things while Nat helps you.
Nat smiles and sighs as she massages the skin of your ass and guides you to calm down. She puts her hand gently on your heaving chest, and you follow her breaths as she silently tells you to copy her. You breathe with her, your senses calming down at the moment until you are fully at peace.
As you lay fucked out, Wanda lifts you into her strong arms, carrying you to the bathroom to clean you up. While Wanda sits you on a towel on the counter, you lay on her chest as Nat fills the tub up with warm, soapy water. Wanda chuckles at your tired look, your slouching body, and your droopy eyes. "We missed you so much, baby. I couldn't stand another day in that stupid prison without you." She says in a soft voice as she wipes your face with a warm washcloth.
You lean into her gentle touches and hum lightly in response, too tired to form complete sentences. Nat chuckles and lifts you into the tub with her, Wanda getting in on the other end and the two women caging you between their entangled legs. "It is so good to be home… to be home with our girl," She says as she holds out her hand for Wanda.
Wanda solemnly agrees and squeezes Nats' hand, and as your head rests against her breasts, she kisses your forehead. "We won't ever leave you again, honey. Never, ever again. We promise." Wanda nods and softly rubs her hand over your leg, soothing you as you hide your face in Nats' chest.
You knew that was a promise your two lovers would keep. It was a promise that would never be broken, despite the challenges that were faced in their everyday lives. They loved you far too much to see you heartbroken, and they swore never to leave you broken again.
Ever.
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Didn’t he try to get his gay employee to marry a woman lol? I love him, he was a sweet, kind man, but also old and a lifelong Republican.
Most American voters register with one of the two major political parties. I don't know why Fred Rogers registered as a Republican, but what Republicans stood for in the 1950's & 1960's is very different from how we think of that party today. According to his wife, Fred was "very independent in the way he voted."
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It is true that Fred Rogers encouraged a gay employee to marry a woman. I think it's an unfortunate part of his history, but I think it's helpful to fill in more of the story.
Francois Clemmons was hired by Fred Rogers to be the first Black person to have a recurring role on children’s television. He would be Officer Clemmons on the show Mister Rogers' Neighborhood, and he kept that roll for 25 years.
In his memoir, Officer Clemmons, Franc shares that one day in 1968, he was called into Fred’s office at the studio.
“Franc, we’ve come to love you here in the Neighborhood. You have talents and gifts that set you apart and above the crowd, and we want to ensure your place with us. Someone, we’re not able to say who, has informed us that you were seen at the local gay bar downtown with a buddy from school. Now I want you to know, Franc, that if you’re gay, it doesn’t matter to me at all. Whatever you say and do is fine with me, but if you’re going to be on the show, as an important member of the Neighborhood, you can’t be ‘out’ as gay. People must not know. … Many of the wrong people will get the worst idea, and we don’t want them thinking and talking about you like that. If those people put up enough fuss, then I couldn’t have you on the program. It’s not an issue for me. I don’t think you’re less of a person. I don’t think you’re immoral.”
Clemmons began to sob because he could only have the job only if he stayed in the closet.
If it had been known a gay man was a regular part of a children's show, it would've been cancelled. Remember, this is pre-Stonewall.
“You can have it all if you can keep that part of it out of the limelight. Have you ever thought of getting married? People do make some compromises in life.”
Francois Clemmons married a woman in 1968. In 1974 they divorced and Franc began living as an openly gay man.
Fred Rogers changed his advice, urging Clemmons to find a gay man he was happy with. He also stopped asking Clemmons to remain in the closet, and he warmly welcomed Clemmons' gay friends whenever they visited the television set. I've read that this change came from Fred getting to know and becoming friends with gay people.
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Having a Black man as a police officer on the show was making a statement in support of Civil Rights. The most iconic encounter between Officer Clemmons and Mr. Rogers on the television show occurred in 1969.
At a time when many community pools were strictly segregated, Mr. Rogers invited Officer Clemmons to join him and cool his feet in a plastic wading pool. As Officer Clemmons was getting out of the pool, Mr. Rogers helped him dry his feet.
This exemplified the message that all people are equal and valued and loved
The core values of the television show were: Love your neighbor as yourself, be kind, say “I'm sorry,” smile, accept people and help them grow, be forgiving, see each day as a new chance to be happy, positive and kind. The show talked about grief, divorce, race issues and disability.
Fred Rogers' character regularly said, “there's no person in the whole world just like you” and “I like you just the way you are.” It was an example of radical acceptance.
In addition to Franc Clemmons, John Reardon is another openly gay man who regularly appeared on Mister Rogers' Neighborhood, so it seems Fred Rogers personally didn't have an issue with gay people, but having them be open on the show was not something possible at that time. I'm sad that an openly gay character never occurred on the show.
Fred Rogers shared that evangelicals would sometimes write to him asking him to condemn homosexuality, and he never would, instead saying he — and God — loved everyone just as they were. Since 1967, Fred and his wife worshipped at Pittsburgh’s Sixth Avenue Presbyterian Church which was a diverse, progressive church where women were equal, social justice was the theme, and since the 1960's has engaged in a ministry to gay people and was the first Presbyterian church to ordain gays & lesbians.
While he was not a public advocate for gay rights, his message of unconditional acceptance didn't exclude any genders, orientations or races.
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Stepdad Nanami
——MDNI——GROOMING, not really incest, Age gap, manipulation, broken home, slut shaming (at ur mom lol), drug mention—————-
You knew your mom’s marriage had about 3 years at most, you had to give it toher that 5 with the same man would have been a new record if she was only with him for that time.
It wasn’t your business. If you had anything to say the men would blame you and say you were just like her.
You didn’t care about those guys, and they never lasted long with your mother anyway. It was like this for the first 16 years of your life until your mom met a handsome man, who became your stepfather after 2 years of dating your mother
He was always nice to you, he did everything a good dad should. He got you a car, went all out on your birthday, he wasn’t tying to win you over, he was just that great, he made you change your mind about men. (maybe it was just the kind you mother kept running to)
It was heartbreaking the day he say you down, before he could explain his face sank. He covered his eyes and sighed as he explained that he’s serving your mom with divorce papers. he feels bad to bring you into this but he had to ask
You’re an adult now, you can make your own decisions, but I wanted to give you the chance to get away from her. I don’t mean any offense, but I know for a fact she’s going to use you or worse.
he was right on the money, sometimes she used you to lure in those strange men, where she’d threaten to tell their wives or police what they thought they were doing with you. It was just her type, people who could compare her to parts of herself. In this case, she was sick enough to use her daughter as bait.
You were safe though, it never got further than forceful kisses to tape as proof. That hag just had it out for you but would never consider sharing.
You immediately take his hand as you wanted to move out for years. You’re 21 but she’s had control over you. People always say just leave, you’re an adult so she has no power.
Try living your life as a flea in a jar or a frog in a growing boiling pot, there’s a whole world out there and yet you were taught your limits.
Your eyes pleaded for him to take you away. You didn’t care, you felt closer to him than anyone. You knew it could be wrong, but he said it himself, you’re an adult now. And your mother wouldn’t be upset about sharing since he’s leaving her.
You climb onto his lap and lay your head on his neck, his hand now slid down his face, covering his mouth as his other hand patted your head closer to him.
“Don’t worry. You’re safe with me.” He promised.
The next week sure were hectic. You had to plan out what to take, gathering all your important documents and essentials.
Nanami daddy got a studio for you both, in a matter days you had everything moved out of the house while your mom was on her bender. Her lapses of being with one man for months then going to whoever after was just part of her fun. She didn’t need them for anything other than attention.
Sometimes you wonder what your father was like, if he could’ve treated you better than her if she didn’t have u trapped in her body for months. U don’t want to know what she did while pregnant with you either.
You were given this chance. Your stepdad leaving, and he was taking you with him. He saw what kind of life you both had. He found no sympathy for her as she was the adult. He stayed for you.
A child should be cared for, loved. He didn’t get that from you at all when you first met. Just 16 and you avoided him like the plague. it gave him an indication of who was usually around.
He didn’t lure you out with gifts or make the first move. He just entertained your mother, as he did find something amusing with her. She was fun, but at home she’s a terrible mom and that wasn’t anything he found respectable.
It wasn’t until the 4th month that he was still around that you just found it weird. No ones usually around this long. Mom was probably having a lot of fun with this idiot you thought.
The 6th month came and you started to come out when he was around. If he was in the kitchen, you wouldn’t wait for him to leave the space before making it yours. It was your house after all, you were going to remind him.
It was weird, but you were getting jealous of him being around. Your mom couldn’t stick to one thing, much less take responsibility and take care of you. Why was he so special? Why did she /want/ to see him?
You felt hatred grow in you as he noticed the posters on your wall, the music you played, how you dressed. For your 18th, he’d gotten you tickets to one of your favorite band’s shows. How the hell did he- and the small gifts like stickers of said posters, he made it so you weren’t surprised when you received yet another reward after accomplishing something, even the smallest thing. “Because you deserve it.”
You didn’t know if it weirded you out, that he was being so nice to you, or that he was your mom’s fiancé and you had him under you.
That hate boiled over one day and you just had to get it out somehow. He was always patient with you, as you asked to talk to him. It surprised him, but it was definitely a step forward.
He sits on the same side of the table as you, facing each other, your opposite arms touching the table.
“Are you upset about the wedding?”
You don’t say anything, your eyes darting, answering his question.
“I’m sorry (y/n), but it’s for the best. (M/n) said you’ve seemed happier since we got together.” Your stomach sank. “I could keep-“
You grasp out for his dress shirt sleeve, looking up at him, somewhat between crying and pouting, asking him to stop talking.
His eyes widen. “(Y/n)…” You take his hand, bringing it to your body. You place his palm under your shirt, watching his face go from confused to flustered. His stoic personality wavering, you hold onto his arm and jump onto his lap.
You could already feel it, he was so hard under you.
“(Y/n)!” He takes his hand back, putting you back onto your chair. His stern look scared you. He’s never looked like that around you, only because you were always well behaved, or rather just kept to yourself. He never expected this from you. But you were your mother’s daughter.
His hand around the wrist you let him feel you with. You didn’t know if you had just fucked up big time. Was the wedding off? You just wanted him to yourself and had to let him know.
The look you gave him almost made him feel bad for treating you right the past few years.
you werent used to that, you didn’t know any better. the anger you were feeling was from a lot of things. why did someone like your mother get to marry someone like him?
Why weren’t there more people like him? If there were you would have been saved a long time ago, but instead, you’re giving it all to the first person who’s shown you you’re more than an extension of your mother.
Thankfully he was just a man, and that yearnful, pathetic, desperate look a young girl could give to melt a man’s morals, he kissed you.
He keeps kissing you, almost like he was teaching you how he liked it, you didn’t mind, you didn’t care about anything else. Your mom could walk in right now and you’d show off how much better you were for nanami.
That didn’t have to happen though. As his large hands found their way to your hips and he slowly brings you back to his lap. And after that day you were his.
He stopped himself so many times to not take you just yet though. It wasn’t until the weeks leading up tot he wedding that he wanted you more than ever. And you’ve been more than patient. Only getting by with his touch and words of encouragement.
You didn’t get why he still went through with the small wedding, maybe to just show off to everyone else, mislead them that he’s a good man, marrying into a good family, with an honest job and whatever else to solidify the lie.
the next 2 years being the best you’ve ever had, up until your mothers alcoholism started to catch up with her. Her need to find solace in addictions, whether it was the validation of men, gambling, sex, any other drug, she was a mess. Everyone believed Nanami would be able to fix her, but her last blackout caused you to get a sprained wrist and black eye. That was when nanami had enough.
Spoiler for part 2: Nanami's divorce lawyer fucks his step daughter (Hiromi makes an appearance.)
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“I see so much potential for Lucien and Elain”
Where?
There has not been a single scene in 2 novels and 1 novella since we found out they were mates that alludes to any potential at all?
They haven’t even had one conversation where Feyre isn’t there carrying it? He lives on the other side of Prythian? Can't stand to be around her? She wants to leave the room each time he's there? Specifically sits away from him? Like where is the potential other than some sort of imagery (which I'll get to)? It ain't there.
“I can’t imagine a single conversation happening between Elain and Azriel”
Really?
They had one the first day they met. Talking about flying.
Not to mention on Solstice they stayed up to talk to each other when everyone else went to bed.
How do we know they didn’t talk when they were in the garden together?
“Azriel just stifles Elain. She’s just a damsel in distress”
You sure?
He literally gave her the knife he had literally never let anyone touch in 500 years to protect herself? Cassian didn’t want Nesta finding the troves either? Are we trying to say that a man who wants to protect a women is suddenly.. unattractive? Like idk about you, but I would love for a bat boy to save me lol. Or tell me not to do something for my safety. But okay.
“It’s just lust”
Let’s not even go there because a male willing to participate in a blood duel and renouncing his own religion is not just trying to have sex
“Lucien is the son of Helion and Elain needs sun!”
Ya?
Well Lucien has never had sun imagery. It’s fire from his Autumn Court heritage and in Hybern he released himself with SPELLS. Feyre was actually the person to cast out a bright light to break the wards, and we find out later that it’s a gift from the Dawn court. Lucien tells us this. Lucien has fire magic and is a spell cleaver, not the sun. ELAIN is the sun. Day court does not equal sun for Lucien. Sorry.
“Elain will never accept Azriel’s profession”
Oh?
Pretty sure she’s already accepted everyone in the Night Court. They all have jobs that are borderline sus. And considering the countless instances where we see Elain is actually very observant, I’m sure she knows what he does, yet she still leans into his touch. Not to mention Mr. fashion police Cassian also tells us that Elain is not a loyal dog. That she saw everything Nesta did and understood. Doesn't seem like she's not accepting to me.
"Azriel just wants a mate!!"
Seriously?
If the male wants a mate why would he bother spending time with a female he knows has one? Why wouldn't he be sailing around Prythian looking for her? Because she sure as shit isn't in the Night Court. And let's be honest, I don't think he will even be getting a mate if it's not Elain through some sort of different bond. Because there is no one in canon right now that could be his mate, and we only have 2 more novels and 1 novella left. And his book is next. Apparently we can all agree on that, but can't accept Elain is also getting the next book, aka their book together. And no, Gwyn is not his mate, because it would have already snapped into place. We had an 800 page book where they were in the vicinity of each other through all the training monologues (so maybe more 400 pages) and it didn't happen? Rhys knew before they left under the mountain. Literally happened at the end of the book. Cassian knew the first day he met Nesta. Lucien knew the second Elain took her first breath lol... it's not happening.
"Elain should be with Lucien and they would be High Lord and Lady of Day Court!!"
Ew?
You want to kill off Helion??? I want the novella to be about him and the Lady of Autumn tbh (even though it's likely Mor). Like? No, I need some sort of scene with Helion in each remaining book. I need more of him, biblically and spiritually. Also, have we forgotten “You can not resent my decision to lead a small quiet life..” ??? Elain said this in ACOSF to Nesta, like, do you think this girl wants to be High Lady all of a sudden? No. She doesn't.
"Elain needs to give Lucien a chance!!"
Why?
I swear everyone who says this has never been in that "Oh, well he's just such a nice guy!! Give him a chance" type of situation. Like why should I? WHY SHOULD SHE? He literally was an accomplice in her human life being stripped away from her. Should they end up being friends? Yes. Together romantically? No. If she doesn't want to give him a chance, which she clearly doesn't, then she doesn't need to. Stop diminishing choice in character arcs. Her whole arc, with Azriel and Lucien, is centred around choice in the first place.
"Azriel's shadows danced for Gwyn, so they are endgame"
Huh?
Don't get me wrong, the shadows are a part of Azriel, but I don't think they literally determine his life for him. Actually, I know this 100%. His shadows are under his command. Also, they danced for her breath, not Gwyn. Which is weird. Not to mention his shadows alert him in times of trouble and to gain information. Is it not weird they didn't alert him that she was there? Like that's not being wing-shadowy, that's screaming something sus is going on. (And no, I'm not anti-gwyn or even saying she's evil. Is she a lightsinger? Probably. The evidence is there. Does it mean she's bad? No.)
"Azriel's shadows hide from Elain, so they can't be together"
Lol?
Again, are Azriel's shadows the ones that command him? Or does he command them? And his shadows have disappeared for half of the IC. They disappear when there is no threat. They disappear when he doesn't want them there. Pretty sure Azriel's whole character doesn't just revolve around shadows. Sure, they are a huge part of his identity so far, but do we truly think that he wants to be reduced to them? Doubt it. He's probably had a very hard time coming to terms with the fact people have always looked at him differently because of it. I wouldn't be surprised if him becoming a Shadowsinger (since they came to him later in life in the dungeon) was a result of unfathomable trauma. Azriel does not only equal shadows only. We just don't know him yet.
"The BC sunk Eriel"
Truly?
You mean the bonus chapter where Azriel was about to get on his knees for a taste? The bonus chapter where Elain was giving him offer and permission? The bonus chapter where Rhys was the reason they DIDN'T actually kiss? The bonus chapter where Rhys became their obstacle and lifted the stakes not only on a personal level (with Elain thinking she was rejected, with Az and Rhys having a wedge between them) and politically (the potential downfall with god knows how many courts since Lucien is a drifter and the human lands)? Like we need the stakes!!!! This is what makes it worthwhile to read?? Forbidden romance? That should be enough intrigue. Plus anyone who genuinely thinks an author would write a male character willing to drop to his knees for a female (we've seen this with both Rhys and Cassian btw) only to have him move on in the next book is just idk. It's not possible. It would be so UNROMANTIC for them not to end up together. Like I would never forget Azriel wanted Elain's coochie so bad only to end up with someone else??? Ya, that's not romantic.
"Elain and Tamlin would be perfect mates"
Throws Up
So Elain is going to go to the only court where there is no gardening because the HL magic keeps everything in eternal bloom, only to shack up with her sister's ex who that same sister almost married and her mates ex best friend? Make it make sense. You're truly showing your hatred for stereotypical feminine qualities my friend. Tamlin needs some time to lick his wombs and maybe learn how to cook. He needs to stop isolating himself. And again, Elain is not his mate. Also, let's just add Elain is not ever leaving the Night Court. The series is about the Archeron sisters, and her sister is the literal High Lady of NC, not to mention her other sister is mated to the Illyrian General. Like be for real right now.
The End. 🌹🗡❤️🦇
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Hii~ It's my birthday today, and I was wondering if you could write me just a little thing about the bau aknowledging it? I know it's short notice, but it didn't cross my mind until I started getting emails about free gifts from stores lol
aw omg happy birthday!!
JJ: brings you flowers!! she definitely sets up a little bouquet and writes a pretty sweet card, she wants to hand-deliver it to you but she'll leave it on your desk if you're too caught up in talking to everyone else
Emily" she supplies the treats!! she comes in with donuts, one of everyone's favorite flavor, and then the rest of the box with only yours, so that you can take the extras home or just munch on them throughout the day as a little treat :') she'll stick candles in there too!!
Penelope: what doesn't she do? she decorates the bullpen with streamers, a banner, balloons, confetti (that hotch would disapprove of for any other occasion), and she definitely buys those little photobooth decoration things, like little paper hats on sticks to take pictures with - she probably buys real party hats too, though! and she will police rossi when he tries yanking his off without her noticing
Rossi: He probably asks everyone over to his house to celebrate your birthday over dinner! he makes you your favorite dish, even if it isn't pasta (<3), and he breaks out the good wine for you <3
Spencer: is there a book you've wanted to read for a while? A first edition you've been searching for? Or maybe a movie you want to see, something no one else wants to go with you to watch? He's your guy :D he'll take you out for the day, he'll pop by the bookstore in the morning and let you browse (and definitely tell you about all the books he's looking at or which ones he thinks you should read), or if that doesn't interest you, then just a coffee run! he'll buy you a pastry to go along with your drink and you guys can sit and chat, then it's movie time!!
Hotch: we know he's stoic, but i think that he lets himself go for birthdays!! maybe he'll buy a cake, have it personalized with your name and a nice little birthday message, and he probably buys you a surprisingly heartfelt gift. maybe a watch if he notices you always ask what time it is? or a cover for your keyboard because you keep complaining about dust jamming the keys. he's definitely good at his job, he'll pick up on the little things and plan a gift accordingly.
Derek: he takes you to an amusement park or buys you a weekend at a nice hotel!! if you go to an amusement park he'll buy all the food and probably lets you ransack the gift shop. he'll drag you on the rollercoasters too, though, and he'll rub your back/hold your hair if you end up getting sick </3
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Fables of Reconstruction
18+++ please!! minors dni.
pairing: perv!Jonathan Byers x fem!reader
summary: when you find out that Jonathan has been creeping around, you decide to give him what he wants.
word count: 2.5k
based off of this request
warnings: 18+!! smut. soft!dom reader?? tit fucking, m masturbating. both parties are consenting adults. jonathan is kind of pathetic. sub!jonathan. kinda no plot lol. half-proof read sorry. reader has female anatomy.
Jonathan Byers had a reputation, one that certainly did not skip your mind when you agreed to babysit for his younger brother, Will.
You'd heard about how he took pictures of Nancy Wheeler undressing, or how he'd been arrested for beating up Steve Harrington and then the police found an arsenal in the trunk of his car.
But being Will's babysitter didn't mean being around Jonathan. Because as soon as he was home from work, your job was over. Will didn't need the both of you at home watching him, his brother was plenty, but as of late, he'd been scheduled more at the Hawkins Post and Will ended up home alone for most of the day. That's when you came into the picture.
Now it was three months into being his babysitter, and you were as happy as ever.
One day, he'd gotten the new R.E.M album on cassette and was eager to share it with you, so he dragged you into Jonathan's room where the boombox was and quickly shoved it into the port before sitting on the bed, urging you to follow him.
"Are you sure we should be in here?" You asked cautiously as Feeling Gravity's Pull started playing in the background.
"Yeah!" Will insisted. "He lets me in here all the time. He loves it when I listen to music. It's like-- our thing or whatever."
"Right, but maybe he wouldn't like me in here," you said. It was the first time you'd been in his room, and you couldn't help but feel like you were intruding.
"No, Jonathan likes you, too. He's fine, come on, just listen!" He turned the volume up, effectively ending the conversation with a wide grin on his face. You scoffed, but complied, grabbing the chair from Jonathan's desk and taking a seat. On top of his desk, you noticed photographs of people's profiles.
There was one of Will posing with a Twizzler in his mouth, one of Joyce looking at him behind the camera with a glare on her face, and then there was you. You weren't looking at him in any of them, but there were tens of pictures with just you in them. Other pictures where other people had been obviously cut out.
There was you walking up their driveway. You talking to Will, who had been cut out of the shot. You laughing at something that Joyce had said. You watching TV waiting for one of them to get home. You cooking in their kitchen. You tearing up while opening the gift that Will made you for your birthday.
Your cleavage was visible in every single picture.
Why did he have all of these? How did he have them? Had he been home without you realizing? No, Joyce would've told you. Unless she didn't know either.
Your head was spinning, but you were trying to hide it from Will. He didn't even know what you were seeing. He was too busy closing his eyes and dramatically laying out on his brother's bed while he enjoyed the track.
But the photos you could see were just the ones on his desk. Maybe there were more somewhere else. No. No way.
Somehow, you were able to ignore the pestering in your brain. You continued listening to the album with Will until he fell asleep on Jonathan's bed. In the corner, the alarm clock read 2 a.m., and you sighed, bringing your knees up to your chest on the chair.
So many days had gone by like this-- the Byers working much later than they'd anticipated. You understood, but you also wished some nights that you'd be able to fall asleep in your own bed, instead of in the uncomfortable plastic of Jonathan's chair while the album replayed itself.
"Y/n." A hand shook you awake, and then grabbed your shoulder when you almost fell off of the chair.
"Jesus, thank you," you said to the person who helped you, but as you looked up and rubbed your sleepy eyes, you realized it was Jonathan. Your mind was screaming for you to leave. "Sorry. Sorry, shit. I'll see you tomorrow, Jon."
You had no idea where the nickname came from. It just slipped past your mouth. Will was no longer on his bed. Jonathan's grip stayed on your shoulder, only lighter now.
"You saw the pictures?" He asked quietly, not threatening. Maybe threatened.
"Yeah." Your breath hitched. "I just-- they were right there. I didn't touch them or anything."
"Yeah, it's fine." He let go and dropped onto his bed, defeated. "You don't have to come back tomorrow. I'll take off."
"Why?"
He didn't answer, just groaned and ran his hands over his face. You looked at his lap and saw the tent in his jeans. The sight of it broke your brain into two sides: One that was freaked the fuck out, and one that was entranced by his infatuation with you. That wanted to make it even worse, even more perverted. The illogical side won, and you moved to kneel in front of Jonathan. You grabbed his hands from his face and held them in your own.
"Talk to me. What's going on?" Your voice wasn't comforting or upset, just indifferent. Jonathan couldn't even look you in the eyes. His mouth opened and closed and nothing came out. "You a perv, Byers?" You asked. He shook his head.
"No," he finally spoke, voice rough.
"Then what are you?" You let go of his hands and moved to rest your palms on his thighs, watching him twitch.
"I'm nothing. It's not like that." His legs kept moving under your palms, and you didn't follow him. Not when he moved. But he always came back, shifting himself back under your touch.
"So you don't do anything with the pictures?" You asked, looking him up and down. "You don't want to take a picture right now? You've got the perfect view down my shirt, Jonathan."
He hissed as your hand moved in closer to his bulge, lightly brushing over his inner thigh. His hands grabbed your wrist and you stopped. You looked him in the eye and for the first time he returned the gesture, finally meeting your gaze. He still didn't answer the question.
"If you want to, you better take the picture fast. My knees are hurting," you complained. He kept making eye contact with you, reaching blindly for his bag and pulling out the camera. A smile rose to your lips. "You want me to pretend like I don't see you? Like all the other pictures you've got?"
"Fuck," he whispered, looking up at the ceiling. "Yeah. Do that."
You pretended not to see him, gazing at his lap instead, and pushing his hips down when he bucked them up. The picture snapped and you finally looked up at him, meeting his faltering stare. You pushed yourself off of your knees and lightly shoved his shoulders so that he was flat on his back. You kneeled over his legs bringing your hands to the zipper of his jeans. A sweet moan tumbled from his mouth, and he propped himself up on his elbows.
"Can I take these off?" You asked, pulling at your own shirt and shorts, much to his surprise. He still nodded rapidly, groaning as you pulled your shirt off and handed it to him before getting off of his thigh and laying next to him, completely ignoring his look as you took your shorts off and left them on his bed.
Then, you stood up and walked to the door, locking it securely before making your way back to him. This time, you straddled his waist, hands on his chest as you rolled your hips a few times, making him moan loudly. He reluctantly looked away from you and hit play on his radio, filling the room with the sound of R.E.M to drown out his sinful noises. He reached to grab your waist just as you began moving back to straddle just one of his thighs. An action that made him whine.
"Can I take your jeans off, Jonathan?" You questioned sweetly, hands paused over his tent. He nodded again, but you sat back, breath hitching as your clit brushed up against his thigh just right. You ignored the feeling, eager to continue teasing him. "Use your words."
"Yes. Yes," he pleaded, hand resting on the inside of your thigh while you unzipped his pants slowly, pulling them down his waist and around his ankles before placing them right on top of your shorts on the comforter. He was only in boxers now, and you could see the imprint of his throbbing dick through the gray fabric. There was already a moist spot on them.
"What about your shirt?" You asked, going back to straddle him over his underwear. He moaned loudly, grabbing your hips and rutting himself against you. You moaned, too, gripping the fabric of his shirt and throwing your head forwards. No more questions were being asked. He sat up and let you tug his shirt off of him quickly, then laid back down and continued to drag your hips over his. You wondered if he'd ever had sex before. He was unable to control any noises pouring from his soft lips, not that you minded in the slightest.
You climbed off of him, pulling his boxers off and laying there next to him, face first into the bed. He was breathing heavy next to you, and you watched as his hand wrapped around his dick, pumping himself as he looked at your ass.
"Where'd you put my shirt?" You asked, turning to face him. His eyes immediately trailed down to your chest and he bucked roughly into his hand. You grabbed his wrists lightly, pulling them up to rest on your breasts as you straddled his waist, ass barely brushing against his tip. "My shirt."
He fumbled for your shirt, finding it on the ground next to him before handing it to you quickly. His entire body was writhing under you, needy and too worked up. You put the shirt back into his hands and got off of him, moving instead to sit behind him, pulling him into a seated position where his back was now pressed against your torso, still holding his hand in your shirt, confused.
"Use it. Jerk yourself off." Your hand wrapped around the back of his and slowly lead it down to his cock, gripping it lightly with the fabric of the shirt and jacking off. You removed your hand, letting him continue as you began to press hot kisses down his neck, leaving him desperately moving around in your arms, unable to control himself before he came into his hand quickly. You laughed lightly. It was kind of pathetic, but hell if it didn't turn you on to see him so needy. He threw his head back, slowly rubbing himself up and down with the dirtied shirt and letting you leave hickeys on his shoulder as he came for almost a full minute.
"Shit," he moaned, opening his eyes to look at you. You looked back.
"Was it good?" You asked, running a finger up his side. He shivered against you, pushing the both of you further back into the headboard.
"Yeah. Was really good," he answered breathlessly. You laughed at him again, rubbing your hand over his torso now.
"Do you want to do it to me?" Your eyes got softer, and you watched his mouth fall open.
"Y-yes. But--"
"You can do it. Look at you. Came for a minute and still hard. How about you start with my tits, yeah?" You spoke to him kindly. He nodded. "Words, baby."
"Baby," he stuttered, flustered by the pet name. "I-- yes. Let me fuck your tits, please."
"Do it good. Cum on my face, pretty boy."
"Fuck," he hissed, hips stuttering into the air. You watched more blood rush to his dick with a smile. Jonathan got out of your lap and you took your bra and panties off, handing them to him before laying yourself flat on your back. He held the garments like they were holy, setting them down on the bed with your cum shirt. "How do I do it?"
"Put your hands on the headboard, then straddle my chest and just fuck them like you did to your hand. I'll hold them together for you." You put a hand on his hip as he straddled you, just like you said. His shaky hands reached up to grab his headboard and he turned the volume of the music up as you grabbed his dick, guiding it between your breasts slowly.
"Oh, shit." He started moving himself, head dropping between his hands as he grew harder between you.
"Just like that, good boy, Jonathan," you praised, holding your tits together and watching his face contort with pleasure above you. His thrusts grew faster, pace quickening as he came on your face only a moment later. Holy shit was he gone for you.
You'd never seen a man cum so fast. And to have it twice in one day was unbelievable. Your name came out of his mouth as he grunted and groaned, hips continuing to move back and forth as he rode out his high.
A moment passed where he hovered above you awkwardly before clamoring back down onto the bed next to you. His pupils were blown wide and he was focused on watching your stomach breath in and out slowly. His own breathing was erratic, much faster.
"Are you okay?" You asked him, eyebrows raised. He'd come twice in the past ten minutes. He only nodded in response to your question. A quiet laugh escaped your lips, one that he could barely hear over the music blasting. He reached over you to turn it off, suddenly shy under your gaze.
You rose from the bed, grabbing your bra and panties and putting them back on with your shorts. The shirt you had was far gone, Jonathan's cum smothered all down the side. His face flushed as you picked it up and used it to wipe his cum from your face.
"You missed some," he said bashfully, pointing to the skin beside your mouth. A small smile graced your lips.
"Can you get it for me?" You sat back down on the bed, handing him the shirt and watching him carefully as he used it to smear his cum off of your face. When he was done, he moved to hand the shirt back to you, but you pushed it back to him. "You keep it. Put it to good use, and next time you wanna do this, just ask, pretty boy."
"What about you?" His voice was rough. Erotic. "Did you want to borrow one of my shirts?"
"No. I've got my hoodie on the couch. I'll see you tomorrow."
And you walked out, leaving him naked and messy on his bed with your soiled shirt in his hands. Will was asleep in his room and Joyce was still out, so you quickly made your way to the living room to grab your hoodie and sling it over your head before leaving.
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Tanco, Tanco you've already written all the go to aus that I go for with games like this. You're killing me! Vamps, weres, mers, demons, gods, soulmates, porn AND cam stars. Fine I'll play it safe. Celebrity au?
Lol, look I know what I like, and the fact there's so much overlap just means that you're in the right place I suppose 🤣
Shigaraki is a famous video game designer (but famous in that fun way where when he gets invited red carpet events for whatever reason, no one knows who the fuck he is) and Dabi is a famous actor (no burns in this AU 😔). One of Shigaraki's games is getting adapted into a movie and Dabi gets cast as the lead.
Originally they were just introduced because Shig was just supposed to be on set for some of the development, another friend of his, a pretty gifted screenwriter (Spinner) was the one who was adapting the game into the new media and he trusts him because he listened to Shigaraki fucking planning the game for four years while they were roommates in college. And Compress, the director, has a great reputation of doing right by the works he adapts. Shig had really only meant to be around sparingly, but as soon as he saw Dabi he ended up wanting to be there constantly.
Dabi who still has an inferiority complex because his police commissioner father said that pursuing acting/art was nothing he should be proud of since he started doing it, thinks this is a sign that Shigaraki doesn't like him/how he's portraying the character and eventually confronts him one night as they're leaving set, and Shigaraki owns up to his stupid crush and says that he won't be on set anymore during Dabi's shoots any more if he's making him uncomfortable, he didn't mean to do so in the first place and he's very sorry he did.
Which makes Dabi feel like shit, because he didn't mean to insinuate that Shigaraki was acting like a stalker or anything because he really, really hasn't, he's been perfectly cordial to him and hasn't ever pushed the boundaries of professionalism. So, unable to stop his stupid fucking mouth before it gets him in trouble, he tells Shigaraki he can take him on a date, but if it's shit, then they pretend this didn't happen.
They go on a date and it's really nice, really fun, Shigaraki finds a bunch of little hole-in-the-wall places where Dabi can have fun without being worried about paparazzi harassing him. It goes so well they end up back in Shig's place where Dabi is mildly concerned over the practical dungeon he's turned his bedroom into, but Shigaraki proves to him that all of that is absolutely a positive thing, and they have a good night. And a good rest of the filming, and a good handful of months as the film is edited, and by the time premiere rolls around, Shigaraki is getting more of that 'who's that nobody, why is he with Dabi, and why the fuck is Dabi wearing a dog collar???'
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Allegiance: Part 2 | Levi x Reader
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Summary: The Survey Corps comes to dinner and you anxiously want to give Levi your gift.
Word Count: 2.9k
Author's Note: Song correlated: Playing Dangerous by Lana Del Rey. Okay ugh I this is going to be 4 parts sorry. Also update: I broke up with my boyfriend and I'm going to fill the void with AOT, Levi x Reader, writing and studying for finals. LOL Posted: 4/28/24. Enjoy :)
You stared at yourself in the mirror. You thought you looked quite pretty. The Survey Corps would arrive at any moment now. The gift for Levi was wrapped in a small box. All you could think about was the moment when you could give him the gift. You daydreamed about his eyes and the way he could look at you. The way he could admire you. This was your moment to show how poise and proper you were. You smiled at yourself. This is the smile of a lady, you thought to yourself.
You walked out of your room and when you reached the top of the stairs you could smell the faint aroma of dinner. How could the survey corps not be excited for dinner? Even if they showed up with full stomachs the scent of the braised beef will have them famished. You wanted nothing but the best for them.
The dining room was closer to the kitchen where the chef was preparing dinner. The room was filled with the delicious scent and made your mouth water. Your father and mother were sitting at the dining table chatting.
“Y/N, you look wonderful,” your father said.
“You are a beautiful young lady,” your mother added.
“Thank you, mother,” your cheeks felt a little heat on them. Hopefully, Levi will think you're pretty.
“Tonight . . . why don’t you sit at the other head of the table?” Your father stood up, walked to the other end of the table, and pulled out the chair. Your eyebrows raised in the news that you were going to sit where your mother always sat.
“Really!?” You beamed and sat in the chair. You looked at the view down the long table of candles and flowers. “Mother, you’re going to sit next to Father right? That means Levi and Hange can sit next to me.” You got up and moved the two chairs on either side of the table slightly closer to your side of the table.
“Yes, I’d like to get to know Erwin more.” Your mother said.
“He’s a wonderful man, a good choice for the leader of the entire scout regiment.” Your Father said. “I have a little surprise for you for dessert.” You gasp hoping it was a chocolate fudge cake or brownies.
“Really?! What is it!? I can’t wait! I hope Levi, Hange, and Erwin like coming over here!” You ran and hugged your dad.
“I know how much you wanted to make a good impression on the survey corps. Only the best of the best for you.” Your father hugged you tightly.
One of the military police your parents employed notified the arrival of the survey corps. You began to feel your heartbeat in your throat. The time was coming. Your family lined up in the foyer. One of the military police opened the door. Erwin, Hange, and Levi entered. You noticed they were looking everywhere in your house but you.
“Warren!” Erwin and your father hugged. “A wonderful home you have.”
“Your hair looks really nice, Hange,” You went to hug her which she didn’t expect, but hugged back.
“Thank you. Your dress is beautiful, you’re a very pretty girl.” You flushed especially since you know Levi heard her compliment. When you pulled away from Hange you looked at Levi who was still looking around the foyer of your home.
“Hi Levi, you look nice,” You said sweetly. His expression appeared softer. “Are you hungry?” You said looking at Hange and Levi.
“It smells wonderful,” Hange said. You grabbed both Levi and Hange’s wrists and pulled them towards the dining room.
“You guys are sitting next to me.”
“This tastes delicious,” Erwin said after his first bite of the braised beef. Everyone had a beautiful plate with braised beef, mashed potatoes and carrots. It was warm and the beef was so tender. A dish for special occasions. It took the chef approximately four hours to make it.
“I’m glad you enjoy it, it’s Y/N’s favorite.” Your father said smiling at you.
“It’s very good,” Hange said.
“Your glasses are really cute, it suits you.” You said and the compliment surprised Hange.
“Y/N! I also have a pair for expeditions that are strapped around my head, so they don’t fall off when I fly.” Hange said.
“That makes sense.” You said.
“What made you interested in chemistry?” Hange asked. It felt like the whole table was looking at you and listening to your response. Truly you didn’t know why. You had no passion for chemistry it was just a subject your parents had told you over and over about. They told you that those with degrees in chemistry are rare and there will always be jobs available for them. Your parents mainly wanted you to get a degree for the sake of having one. You didn’t know how to answer Hange and didn’t want to throw your parents under the carriage.
“I guess I liked the challenge. It’s pretty abstract and I had difficulty in school. But I think I want to be a part of the research that helps us. In college, we were learning about chemicals and the process of meat preservation. To help keep meat fresh longer. I think that will help us since each district is low on meat.” You said while looking at your plate. There wasn’t much left to say. “I don’t know how chemistry would help in finding out how titans came to be, but it would be an interesting job to have. Do you have any hobbies, Hange?” You said hoping to get off the subject of chemistry and jobs.
“YES! I COLLECT ANIMAL SKULLS!” Hange said energetically. The table went silent and Erwin laughed.
“Did you kill the animals?” Your mother asked slowly.
“No, I found them! I have four in my office!” Hange assured with a big smile.
“Hange wants to know if you still have the skull from tonight's meal,” Levi said. Hange laughed and you smiled.
“No I found them. I found a squirrel’s skull on my first expedition. I kept it for memory’s sake. Then at a shop in Trost, they were selling a bird’s skull. I also have a chicken and a rat’s skull.”
“That’s so cool! Have you visited a taxidermy shop? I bet you could find more skulls.” You said.
“What’s taxidermy?” Hange asked.
“It’s preserving an animal by stuffing them.” You said.
“I don’t think this is a good topic for dinner,” Your mother said then laughed.
“I can give you the address later,” You whispered. “Levi, do you have any hobbies?” Levi glanced at Erwin who was laughing loudly at what your father said.
“I have a small collection of tea leaves, ” Levi said. Damn it. If only you knew that so you could have gotten him tea leaves or perhaps pretty decorated jars to keep them in.
“Oh, that’s cute! So you must like tea a lot. The place we were at yesterday not only has really good black tea, but green as well. How long until you leave the city?”
“We have four days left,” Hange said. You gasped excitedly. That’s enough time to find a tea leaf jar for Levi.
“Levi you’ll have time to go back to the cafe! Get the green tea! I can go with you!” You said and Hange smirked at Levi.
“Maybe.”
“The owner is really kind I bet if you ask he’ll give you tea leaves.” You said and Levi unexpectedly gave you a small smile. You started to feel the heat on your cheeks. Levi smiled at you!
“I hope you all have room for dessert!” Your father cheerfully said to the table. “I asked the chef to make one of Y/N’s favorite desserts.” You were beaming excited for the surprise your father was giving you.
The chef and some staff brought six plates of chocolate souffle with cut-up strawberries on top with chocolate sauce. You gasped excitedly.
“Thank you, father!” You said not taking your eyes off the plate coming towards you.
“This looks good,” Levi said which made your heart flutter.
“Well if there are extras maybe you can take some when you leave.” You offered. The table silently ate the cake because the rich chocolate was so delightful. Everyone quickly ate the dessert. The strawberries with the chocolate sauce was your favorite part. The sounds filling the room were the clattering of spoons scraping the cake off the plate. Inside you were very happy that the survey corps were enjoying the food you were offering. You noticed you could hear your heartbeat because, at the end of the dessert, you were planning on giving Levi your gift. You just needed the perfect window. You hoped your father would suggest showing Erwin something or anything to cause a distraction. Your father always brought up his gun collection to guests you wished for once he would.
“I think this is a good time to give you a gift, Y/N,” Erwin said and stood up from his chair. You furrowed your brows and your mouth was slightly agape. Erwin dug through a small jacket pocket. You look at Hange who has a smile on her face and you turned to your father.
“Father, do you know about this?” You asked.
“He doesn’t,” Erwin said handing you a small velvet blue bag. Your eyes go big. You carefully pull the ribbons and open the pouch. You felt a cool metal touch. Then you pull out a small Wings of Freedom pin. You gasped loudly and Erwin offered a kind smile.
“THANK YOU! THANK YOU! THANK YOU, COMMANDER ERWIN! I LOVE IT! I LOVE IT! I LOVE IT” You sprung up and hugged him and he chuckled. You were bouncing at the small gift.
“What is it dear?” Your mother asked.
“He got me a Wings of Freedom pin!” You showed the pin to your mother and father across the long dinner table. “Thank you so much, Commander Erwin!”
“Your admiration for the scouts is very much appreciated. We appreciate your support.” Erwin said and you gave the salute.
“Thank you so much! I’ll wear it every day!” Though the pin didn’t match your dress, a smile never left your face as you put it on.
“That’s very thoughtful of you, Erwin.” Your mother said.
“Erwin, I have a gift for you as well. It’s from my gun collection.” Your father said laughing and getting up from his chair.
“I guess we’re all gift-exchanging,” Erwin said and smiled at you before following your father out of the room. This was your opportunity.
“Hey Levi, I have a gift for you.” You said softly hoping he didn’t hear how nervous you were. He stared back at you. You could see he was confused or surprised? “Come with me!” You grabbed his wrist and pulled him out of his chair. Hange started laughing. You let go of his wrist when you hit the bottom of the stairs. “It’s up in my room. Follow me.” You dashed upstairs excitedly and Levi followed. He looked around your foyer again taking in the interior design of your home. He’s never seen a home like yours. “This is my room . . .” You said entering a door slightly down the hall way. You turned on a small lamp next to your bed and then the room was dimly lit. Levi was surprised at how large your room was. To him, it was probably the size of a living room. He saw how neat your room was. The bedding of your room was a dark red. The headboard was white wood with red fancy stitching and the end of the bed was white wood with red florals. There was a white and dark red floral print on your pillows. Levi saw the lace drapes on your window and how feminine the paintings in your room were. He saw you bent over opening a drawer from your large vanity. There were candles and fresh flowers sitting on top. It was unbelievable how this was a room for one person.
“What’s this gift you were talking about?” He asked. You got the gift from the drawer and walked to him smiling.
“This is for you.” You said and Levi noticed that your hands were slightly shaking when holding out the small box. He looked at the box and then at you. He hesitated and then carefully grabbed the box. You held your hands nervously and watched him open the box slowly. He raised his eyebrows slightly. Levi was taken back by this gift.
“What . . is . . this . . . ?” He said slowly and had a confused expression. You gently took the box from him and grabbed his right hand. He let you.
“I just want you to have something to remember me bye,” You said softly. You put a platinum ring with a center stone of a square Jubilee cut of malachite on his middle finger. Levi stared at the ring on his right hand. Then he stared at you.
“This is . . . very extravagant for someone you met a few days ago.” He said.
“Do you not like it? I just . . . don’t want you to forget me.” It felt like Levi didn’t like the gift. It’s not like you were asking him to marry you. Your heart was pounding and your shoulders were tense. You kept looking at each other in the eyes.
“It’s the nicest gift I’ve received.” He said quietly. You stepped a little closer to him. You were so close, that you noticed how clean he smelled. He stared at you and he seemed slightly nervous. Your presence was overwhelming to him. Levi hoped no one would walk in.
“You’re really handsome, Levi . . .” He noticed the sparkle in your eyes in the dimly lit room. “Do you . . . think I’m pretty?” His chest was noticeably rising up and down. Levi noticed how tense he was. You were so close to him. He hoped you didn’t notice his blush.
“How old are you?” He whispered. You were not expecting him to ask that. You began to worry you were too young for him. You thought about lying, but you knew he would not like that at all. You looked down at your hands.
“Why? How old are you?” You asked, Levi looked away.
“Answer. How old are you?” He firmly whispered. You hesitated and he looked into your eyes.
“Twenty-three.” You whispered and there was hope in your voice. He gazed at you. He was still. You could tell he was not someone who romantically took charge. He was as nervous as you. “Answer. Do you think I’m pretty?” He swallowed and was hesitant to answer. He was tense and breathing hard. You were taking up all his thoughts.
“Very.” He whispered. Your heart fluttered. Levi couldn’t help but feel nervous around you. You looked at his hands they looked so nice and you wanted to touch him. The ring looked elegant on him. You wanted him to touch you. He felt like a slave to his body. You were making him think dirty thoughts and you were causing him to imagine things he’s never wanted before. He imagined how you would look below him or with your dress off. He shouldn’t be thinking these thoughts. He blushed deeply because it felt like you were reading his mind. You were quite a bit younger than him and your parents were downstairs. Along with his boss. “What do you want?”
“Same as you . . .” You whispered.
“ . . . Y/N . . . I-I don’t—” You stepped closer to him and your beautiful eyes gazing at him. He hasn’t had anything he wanted this close to him.
“Then why did you follow me to my room . . . ?” You whispered then gently put your hand on his bicep. He slightly flinched and then he let you slowly pet his arm. “ . . . And why haven’t you told me to stop?” You glanced at his arm, his lips, and then his eyes. “ . . . do you want me to stop, Levi?”
“ . . . No,” He whispered. You gently pressed your lips on his. Your first kiss. So soft. He hesitated, then kissed back passionately. He caressed your neck. You pulled away and his eyes were your favorite color. “ . . . I don’t think your father would approve of me . . .”
“Hot,” You tugged his shirt, making him kiss you again. He kissed with more confidence and enthusiasm. He walked you back into a wall. Your back hit the wall. You took his hand and laid it on your right breast. He jerked his hand away from the sudden realization he touched a boob. You took his wrist and guided his hand back on your boob. He squeezed it and then took his lips away from yours. He breathed heavily, glanced at your body, and moved his hands around your waist. He looked into your longingly eyes and then looked down.
“We should . . . get back,” he whispered with a hint of annoyance.
“Come over tonight . . . if you want more . . . I could . . . leave my window open. Will you be able to get up?” You said.
“Yes . . . thank you for the gift, Y/N. It’s the nicest gift anyone has given me.” He said admiring the malachite ring.
“Can we go to the cafe tomorrow? I want to spend more time with you . . .” You asked.
“A spoiled brat like you have never heard no.” He whispered. You slapped his chest and he let you.
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Valentine's Crossroad
Masanori SQ
I was supposed to do Krampus SQ first but I remember how @neirumilysor is waiting for Masonori SQ so as a thank you for their gift to me I did him first lol
So let's begin
So we start with a small Flashback of Masanori recalling his time in Wa no Kumi talking about how he lost his Spouse
His time working in Tokyo Police Security hurrying himself in work. Just to forget about his past. And him becoming part of the Invaders
Back to the present, it's the last day of Setagaya Agricultural Academy Event and Masanori is waiting for MC outside the school
He tries his best to not feel cold cause usually Dogs love winter and would like to be outside
MC who is shivering suggested both of them should go inside to warm up
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I've been meaning to request a scenario where Raph has to help a yokai reader escape the hidden city's cops after they stole an important jewel. This would be where the 29 blue prompt takes place (to specify Raph would be the one to say "you should not like to be wanted by the police!"). After the situation was resolved, the reader admits they stole the jewel cuz they wanted to ask him out with it and he accepts 🥹 could i also ask for the 28 blue prompt? (Reader: you won't regret it! Raph, playfully: already am)
Partners in crime (rottmnt Raph x reader)
prompt 29: “I like being wanted.” “You should NOT like being wanted by the police!”
prompt 28: “You wont regret it!” “Already am.”
summary: Raph helps reader steal a jewel; turns out it was a gift for him.
relationship: Rise!Raph x GN reader
warnings: crimes being committed lol, fluff!
word count: 1.1k
A/N: sorry there isn’t really anything specifically making the reader a yokai; i didn’t find a good way to incorporate it :’v it can be still read as one! hope you like it^^
(english is not my first language. constructive criticism and grammar corrections are very appreciated!)
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Raph questioned all his life decisions as he was running down the Hidden City streets. He could hear the cops’ voices behind him, yelling at him to stop, and he remembered how he was already arrested once here (although it had been a misunderstanding, but still). He did not need this again. Next to him you ran as well, as fast as you could, trying to stabilise the weight of your loot in your backpack that swayed up and down with each step you took.
You heard the voices behind you call out one more time as you cut a corner, Raph almost losing his footing at the tight turn. All of a sudden you’re pulled rather forcefully into a narrow and dark alley. Raph had essentially grabbed you mid-run and pulled you in there with him. You both tried to calm your panting, holding your breaths as you heard several steps getting closer.
There was a large, partially torn piece of fabric that had probably been an awning at a better point in its life, and Raph quickly pulled it up to hide you from your pursuers. It did not cover as much as expected though, so he pressed you a little bit tighter against the wall behind you. Luckily you had had half the mind to slip off your backpack as you were pulled into the alley or your precious loot would be digging into your back right now. You looked up at Raph’s face, which was directed towards the street listening out for the passing cops, and that’s when you realised how close he was. His chest pressed into yours, the brick wall behind you stopping you from getting more distance between you and the turtle.
You felt heat starting to rise to your cheeks, but you quickly pushed your feelings back down. This was not time for such thoughts. You were about to be in real trouble if you messed up now. So you decided to ignore the warmth radiating off him, as well as his pounding heart, which you could feel beat against your own. You assumed it was because of the earlier sprint.
After a moment in silence, the cops having long gone in the wrong direction, Raph let out a deep sigh and separated himself from you, mumbling an apology for suddenly pulling you away like that. You were about to tell him it was no big deal, since he essentially saved you, but his eyes shot up to meet yours, his brows furrowed in worry (and maybe anger. Justified anger, really).
“What were you thinking?!” he asked, running his hands over his face with a groan. “When you asked me if I wanted to be ‘partners in crime’ with you, I thought you meant you’d tell me a secret or something, not that you’d actually commit a crime!”
I know he’s scolding me but why does he still look so cute?, you asked yourself. Unable to stop yourself, you decided to tease him.
“Tee hee~” was all you responded to his disgruntled question, with a playful wink and bringing your hand before your mouth.
“Don’t tee hee me!” Raph looked like he wanted to say something else, but decided against it for the moment. Instead he sighed again, gesturing to your backpack. “What is it anyways?”
It’s for you, but you can’t know that yet. You pulled your lips into a straight line and looked away from him.
“Oh, so you’re not gonna tell me?”
At first you feared he’d be mad or insist, but then he actually chuckled with a shake of his head, visibly relaxing now for some reason.
“Well, it better be worth being wanted people for” Raph said with a playful smile, and looked back towards the street to make sure you were safe to leave your hiding spot.
“I like being wanted” you mused, and his eyes shot back to yours in mock exasperation.
“You should not like being wanted by the police!”
You couldn’t hold back a laugh at that, and gestured towards the exit of the alley with your chin.
“C’mon, let’s get going.”
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After making your way out of the Hidden City back to the turtle lair, you excused yourself and disappeared for the rest of the day. Before you left, Raph had asked you to at least tell him what it was he helped you steal, but you stood your ground and gave him only vague or joking answers. So he gave up.
He did not expect to see you again that evening, but there you were. You had changed clothes into something nicer, and were looking at him with a mischievous glint in your eyes.
When you got Raph alone, you told him you’d finally show him what you stole and handed him a little box. He took it delicately and opened it to reveal a necklace with a stone pendant. No, scratch that, it wasn’t a stone, it was a jewel. Picking it up from the box, he held the gem against the light, mesmerised by how the colours refracted through it.
As he was about to ask if all the trouble was worth it for a necklace, you pulled out a thin chain from under your own shirt, showcasing the pendant against your knuckles: it was the same jewel.
“I made matching necklaces for us” you confessed. The nervousness of the whole day, knowing this moment would eventually come, made your body tremble slightly in anticipation. You took a deep breath to calm yourself, and looked up to him with flushed cheeks. “Because I really like you. Will… will you be my boyfriend?”
Starting from his neck upwards, Raph’s face turned the colour of his bandana. He blinked a couple of times, trying to process what had just happened. Out of all the things you could have said, that was not what he was expecting. But it certainly was a very pleasant surprise, since he felt the same way!
“Yes!” he said, looking at you with soft eyes, but then he raised a warning eyebrow at you. “But you don’t have to steal anything to impress me.”
“You don’t like it?” you asked, unsure.
“No, I love it!” he responded and immediately slipped the necklace over his head. “But please, no more crimes?”
“Hmm” you tapped your chin as if you had to think about it. “I’ll try my best.” And with that you leaned forward and pecked his cheek.
“You won’t regret it!” you said with a grin.
“Already am” Raph said playfully and brought you in for a hug.
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I am not in love with a criminal, part 2
Summary: Your friendship with a criminal flourished and left you wondering about how he managed to get you to let him into your kitchen to make dinner for you on a regular basis.
Starring: wtv character you’d like x reader (the characters I had in mind as I wrote this are mainly Scaramouche and Dazai)
Genre: romance, sfw, domestic fluff ig?
Warnings: A bit of cursing, characterisation of the love interest was influenced by a game i played lol-, written in first person
Author’s note: This took me much longer than I wanted it to take (I had my finals) but it’s finally done. The summary makes me want to drown in a pool. I redid it four times. I hope you enjoy reading this story as much as I enjoyed writing it. I tried to edit it more than once but I failed because my brain is fried from my exams… Likes, comments, reblogs and new followers will always be welcome!
Word count: 1100
Part 1 is here
I stared at one of the lightbulbs in my living room that had dimmed visibly over time, and was in need of replacement. “I wish I could read your thoughts.” A familiar voice spoke from behind me, “But if I could I wouldn’t be able to wonder about you as much as I do.”
When I turned to face him, his smile was as pleasant as his words. What universal principle has the answer to how his presence managed to light up my dim living room?
“I don’t wish I could read your thoughts,” I stated, my eyes not quite meeting his.
“Why?” He said, amused.
“I fear being driven to insanity.”
“It’s only fair, you’ve been steering me in the direction of insanity for almost two years now.”
After ending the conversation with a scoff, I walked past him and into the kitchen. He watched me with a quiet expression I couldn’t decipher without looking him in the eyes. I haven’t been able to do that with a steady heartbeat in a few months and that fact leaves me with unease.
Upon entering the kitchen, I sat by the island and pushed the vase of lavenders away from me to make space to rest my head against the cool marble counter.
“I could replace the lamp for you,” I heard him say above the sound of him moving around the kitchen, opening the oven, and the smell of his speciality casserole teased my senses. “I have an eye for these things.”
No, he doesn’t.
Will I ever get tired of the blatant lies I tell myself in the face of the truth that is; the various lamps, books and paintings that now make my home what it is? The same lamps, books and paintings he gifted to me many times no matter how many times I refused to thank him for the things he does for me?
I muttered a heavy and reluctant, “No.”
A moment of silence had passed when he tugged on the sleeve of my sweater, and I feared my chest would’ve burst open and I would’ve died after that gesture.
One hand held my sleeve gently while the other held a bundle of articles which had seen better days, without a doubt. The article on the top of the bundle had said in bold, ‘The disappearance of diplomats: A mere coincidence or a sign of political warfare?’
My heart sank. He smiled. “I didn’t know you were a fan.”
My gaze was steady but thoughts filled my head at a pace I couldn’t keep up with. What does he think of me now? Is he upset? Is he going to leave?
“I would reward your diligence when it comes to keeping a profile of my work-” he began, placing the stack of papers on the counter and letting go of my sweater, “-but it’s not something I try to hide from you.”
I remained expressionless. “Why?”
“Can we call it a friendship if I’m keeping secrets from you?”
I was embarrassed by his words. Could he be implying sincerity or, dare I say, vulnerability? Whatever it is, it’s not reciprocated. “It’s not a friendship because I am keeping secrets from you.”
His next words were spoken without a hint of hesitation. “You don’t need to tell me things when I can find them out on my own.”
…
“I am going to call the police.”
The bastard took my phone out of the pocket of his apron and placed it in front of me. “Go ahead.” He said, his voice sweet and innocent.
“What?”
“Call the police.” He took a few steps away from me, indicating he had no desire to interfere with me calling the police. I could only stare at him in disbelief.
“Are you insane?”
“I am and can become whatever you say that I am.”
What’s wrong with this- no, what’s wrong with me? I glanced at my phone and back at him again. His aze was fixed on the knife display beside him and my heart dropped for the worst reason! I was afraid he would notice how I had recently stopped hiding it whenever he came to visit.
“I’m a bit embarrassed.” He confessed. He was looking at me now, his eyes shimmering underneath the lights of my kitchen. “You trust me enough to bring me into your home, to cook for you and now you’ve stopped hiding your knife display.”
He tilted his head to the side with a faraway look momentarily on his face and muttered, “Though it’s stupid to think hiding a bunch of your knives would prevent someone from hurting you, criminals carry their own weapons do they not? My head just can’t wrap around the reason behind that act, which was quite stupid-”
The sound of my phone dialing a number cut off his incomprehensible nonsense (I heard every word and I was not impressed.)
To say he was shocked is an understatement. “You’re actually calling the cops?”
I held the phone up to my mouth, with the speaker on, once it was picked up after a single ring. “Please help me,” I began in a feigned panicked manner, “This strange man is stalking me and he broke into my house.”
‘He’ stood there, staring at me with his jaw separated from his face when I told the police officer on the other end of the line about my stalker and my address.
“Thank you, we will be there immediately. Please remain calm and try your best to not interact or aggravate the assailant.” And the call ended.
We stared at each other in silence for about five minutes before I spoke. “The cops are on their way, if I were you I would leave.”
“You’re no better than I.” His eyes accused weakly. “Holding back information from the authorities is illegal.” I could not comment.
He went on to plate the dinner he prepared, as if nothing happened, and suggested. “When they arrive you could always tell them your amazing boyfriend-”
“Don’t push it.”
“-Best friend had arrived and chased the stalker away!” He seemed proud of himself. It was sickening (and adorable, damn it).
With a sigh, I watched him and wondered, was our friendship a blessing or a curse? It was beginning to feel like the former- or rather, it has always felt that way but coming to terms with that fact may take some time. The thought made me smile because I knew he would be by my side during the entirety of that time.
#silaswritesthings#silas#genshin impact#genshin x you#wanderer x reader#anemo supremacy#genshin fluff#genshin wanderer#please don’t flop#dazai x reader#bsd#scaramouche my beloved#scaramouche
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Been thinkin about Batman & Pokemon crossovers, so have a list-ish of what I think they'd have. Might do Gotham's rogues too later. First ones listed would probably be their starter of sorts, but honestly that can be up for debate too.
Bruce Wayne
-Lets be honest as part of his Brucie cover he probably hides the fact he has a few of these lol
[1] Absol (Everyone knows he has one & it probably wears a bow-tie to Galas)
[2] Jigglypuff (Mostly for his Brucie cover but he loves the attention seeker)
[3] Kangaskhan (C'mon mister adoption-issue definitely has one)
[4] Noivern (Big dragon-bat for the Batman)
[5] Drakloak (Another parenting pokemon, one had by both Bruce & the Bat)
[6] Metagross (Very smart armored friend for the Bat)
[7] Silvally (Let's be honest with all the labs in Gotham he probably found it)
[8] Iron Valiant (Look at it and tell me its not here to steal ur gender)
[9] Mareep (It's his therapy sheep that he can hug because fluff)
[10] Hisuian Goodra (powerful shy friend for the socially awkward man)
Alfred Pennyworth
[1] Dragapult (He deserves a ghostly dragon friend swarmed by lil dragons)
[2] Gallade (We know he's good at hand-to-hand combat)
[3] Cinccino (C'mon give him a helper in cleaning the manor)
[4] Blissey (Let's be honest with how often the bats are hurt he needs help)
[5] Solgaleo (If anyone deserves a big intimidating sun lion it's Alfred)
[6] Dachsbun (I mean just look at it, he deserves a bread dog as the cook)
[7] Drampa (Grandpa dragon, enough said for the grandpa of the batclan)
[8] Sylveon (Another healer helper who probably was part of the service)
[9] Flabebe (Let's be honest this buddy helps with the garden)
Dick Grayson
[1] Staraptor (I mean speedy dark bird friend who starts small & cuddly looking)
[2] Lucario (Honestly they probably spar spikes vs escrima sticks lol)
[3] Growlithe (Mans worked as a police officer, every one of them has one)
[4] Salamence (If you read the lines pokedex you know exactly why this fits)
[5] Joltik (A secret tiny electric friend to sit on his shoulder or head)
Barbara Gordon
[1] Emolga (C'mon energetic gliding bat friend is totally Batgirl)
[2] Herdier (Probably a gift from her dad as a puppy who she raised)
[3] Swoobat (Another bat bud to help her in fighting)
[4] Deoxys (Who would want to mess with Oracle with a 'mon like this lol)
[5] Porygon-2 (Oracle is everywhere & this lil data bird is too)
Jason Todd
[1] Talonflame (Speedy red bird who starts tiny & gets huge)
[2] Chandelure (I mean ghost friend for the undead boi?)
[3] Steelix (Let him pain its head red for vigilante/crime lord work)
[4] Corviknight (Let's be honest he got this one while in the League)
[5] Decidueye (There's not exactly pokemon with a gun but there's this)
[6] Roaring Moon (I mean this looks constantly ready to maul you lol)
Cassandra Cain
[1] Weavile (Look at it & look at her backstory, her dad definitely gave her it)
[2] Marshadow (I mean it's the pokemon who copies others via shadows)
[3] Crobat (Bruce: I don't have favorites; Also Bruce: Gives her one of his bats)
[4] Sensu Oricorio (They can dance together for funsies)
[5] Kecleon (She's very stealthy & can disappear with a friend)
Harper Row
[1] Midnight Lycanroc (She was very angry in the beginning so have friend)
[2] Cloyster (This one is straight up from vibes lol)
[3] Nidoqueen (Big armored friend for vigilante work & hugs)
[4] Shiny Venomoth (A friend to help keep watch over her brother)
[5] Pidgeot (Dye the head feathers blue for Bluebird work)
[6] Tinktatuff (Tinkering buddies who can build cannons together)
Stephanie Brown
[1] Marshadow (She found it on the streets while trying to take out her dad)
[2] Gabite (Look at that face & tell me they wouldn't do mischief together)
[3] Scrafty (Street kid w/ her equally scrappy pal do battle togethre)
[4] Fearow (She'll steal whatever pokemon she likes from Bruce thx)
[5] Paldean Wooper (Dead Robin club has a new death-themed member)
Terry McGinnis
[1] Zorua (He definitely needs a fluffy friend to hold as a child)
[2] Mimikyu (Living shadow pal in matching disguises)
[3] Flygon (He got it as a trapinch below their floorboards)
[4] Zekrom (This was probably hidden in the Batcave or deeper in the caves)
[5] Iron Jugulis (This is definitely the sort of thing that'd be in Neo-Gotham)
[6] Iron Treads (Look at it & look at Terry's batsuit, they can match together)
Tim Drake
[1] Dragonair (Gifted by his bio-parents because appearances)
[2] Milotic (Also given by the Drakes before they left again)
[3] Duraludon (Mister CEO deserves a skyscraper dragon for intimidation)
[4] Noctowl (Night owl to go vigilantying with him & tries to get him to sleep)
[5] Iron Jugulis (Honestly he probably built it, let's be honest)
Duke Thomas
[1] Kilowattrel (Glowy bird friend? Glowy bird friend.)
[2] Murkrow (Shadowy bird friend? Shadowy bird friend.)
[3] Watchog (A friend who goes on patrol & shines like he does)
[4] Umbreon (He deserves a dog-cat to help with the trauma)
[5] Dedenne (Another squishy friend who helps comfort him)
[6] Chi-Yu (Look at this lil fire goldfish, he deserves a fire goldfish)
Cullen Row
[1] Cubone (I mean just read the pokedex entry, enough said)
[2] Pikachu (I just like to think he carries it around like a big cat)
[3] Sobble (Sad friend bois who can both grow together)
[4] Eevee (Fluffy fox-dog he plays fetch with as he deserves)
[5] Flamigo (It just sort of followed him home & is overprotective now)
Damian Al Ghul
[1] Gliscor (Poisonous scorpion bat friend given by his mom probably)
[2] Skarmory (Blade bird also trained to be an assassin of sorts)
[3] Pawniard (Another blade friend but also a pawn like he was to Ras)
[4] Aegislash (A literal blade friend who he can use as a sword)
[5] Ceruledge (Ghost knight buddy for the son of the dark knight)
[6] Paldean Tauros (BatcowBatcowBatcowBatcowBatcow)
[7] Spearow (Angry baby bird to go with an angry baby vigilante)
[8] Arcanine (TitusTitusTitusTitus)
[9] Poochyena (Tiny puppy that Titus brought back during fetch)
[10] Dreepy (Gift from Bruce who got his own dreepy from Alfred as a kid)
[11] Ralts (Emotion sensing friend to help him understand social rules)
[12] Eternatus (Ever see Goliath, Damian's demon dragon-bat? This. This.)
Mathew McGinnis
[1] Murkrow (They're probably everywhere in Neo-Gotham)
[2] Iron Moth ()
[3] Orange Minior ()
[4] Galarian Farfetch'd ()
[5] Pupitar ()
Jarro the Starro
[1] Starmie (Starfish friends, it likes to hold him on top of its head)
[2] Ditto (tiny squishy vigilante pals who are the same size as a batarang)
[3] Orthworm (The biggest friend he can ride on the head of)
[4] Wishiwashi (Big swarm of friends who can get big like the Starros)
[5] Espeon (Psychic cat friend befriends psychic starfish)
[6] Tangela (I just think the vibes would fit)
#Let's be honest with the big yard & forest area his property is probably full of half-wild pokemon like some sort of nature reserve lol#Honestly with them dipping into the timeline a few times is probably how they got Hisuian pokemon#Plus Terry + Mathew is from another timeline way in the future so that's probably how they got things like the future paradox pokemon#And we know there's things like islands with dinosaurs in the DC universe so that's probably how they got things like the past paradox ones#pokemon#dcu#batman au#pokemon au#dc x pokemon#Remind me to reblog with pictures of the pokemon later#bruce wayne#batfam#alfred pennyworth#batman#jason todd#cassandra cain#dick grayson#barbara gordon#harper row#cullen row#duke thomas#damian al ghul#stephanie brown#tim drake#terry mcginnis#mathew mcginnis#jarro the starro#jarro#I definitely missed some people lol
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opinion on my boy scott mccall </3 (doesn’t remember shit from the show)
(this gets really long lol this is your warning but you CAN’T ask for my opinion on teen wolf and expect a short answer)
i have really mixed feelings about scott mccall.
on one hand he was a child. he was a sixteen year old boy, a high school sophomore, barely old enough to drive. he was quiet and awkward and he wanted something for himself (s1e1, him saying he needs to get a good nights sleep so he can make first line in lacrosse). his best friend showed up and asked if he didn’t want to explore something weird and gory in the woods of their small town where nothing ever happened. and scott, a kid, aid “sure” because what else are you supposed to say when your best friend wiggles his eyebrows at you with the promise of adventure?
so i feel for him. because his life became something so different without his consent. because the first girl he ever fell in love with was being raised in a family that was trying to murder him (and then died in his arms). because he didn’t have a choice in becoming a werewolf.
and that’s about how far my sympathy extends. he didn’t choose the bite but every choice that came after was his own. telling derek peter deserved to get burned alive, that the hunters must’ve had a reason for setting fire to the hale house — despite the fact that there were innocent children, innocent human children that had nothing to do with the supernatural, living in that house. his perfect golden boy morals are infuriating. scott believes he is so much better than everyone. the show wants the audience to feel this way too. but he isn’t. he turns derek in to the police in s1e7 “night school”, telling the cops that derek is the one who was threatening them, derek is the one who killed the janitor when scott knew for a fucking fact that derek had just been trying to help him. that derek wasn’t the alpha.
hell, at this point, it was more likely that deaton was the alpha.
but scott decides that it doesn’t matter. because he hates derek. because derek is a monster. because he’s a monster just like derek and he hates that.
and then season 2. god season 2 makes me horribly angry. going behind everyone’s backs, using derek — a victim of grooming, of sexual assault, who was used by gerard’s daughter to get information that got his entire family fucking murdered —, physically forcing derek to bite gerard when he fucking knows that derek sees the bite as a gift. that being a werewolf is important to derek, is something he sees as a beautiful, positive part about himself and his family and his upbringing. to manipulate derek into giving a violent man who wants him dead, who is happy about the fact his entire family died, into giving him the most precious gift derek can possibly offer? evil evil evil. and, yeah, gerard doesn’t become a werewolf because of the mountain ash in his bloodstream, but derek didn’t fucking know that. to derek, he was being used to give another argent exactly what they wanted.
he could’ve told derek. but he didn’t. didn’t tell anybody. because his morals are what are more important, he knows better than everyone, he’s the good guy. and he’s not! he’s not a good guy! dozens upon dozens of innocent people die because scott mccall refuses to kill the bad guys. because “we don’t kill people” only applies to him so he can keep his hands clean. the bad guys? hell, they can kill the whole fucking town. wipe beacon hills clean. but as long as scott doesn’t rip their throats out he’s okay. he’s the good guy.
well, sorry, but those hands are still blood stained. refusing to kill the people doing harm when you had all the power to stop them?
those deaths are still on you.
anyway! i could actually keep going. but i will not because this is already really long. teen wolf is my biggest obsession and hyperfixation of all time i have sosososo much to say about it.
tldr; scott mccall is not the perfect golden boy he wants the audience to believe he is. he’s kind of an asshole and he was mean to derek. and no one is allowed to be mean to derek. because derek is my baby sugar plum pookie bear.
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