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joshym · 4 months

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Prettiest in the Morning

Pairing: Jake Kiszka x f!Reader

Summary: Jake is worth being late to work for.

Word Count: 2.3k +

Warnings: smut, (18+ ONLY) sweet morning sex with Jake, unprotected p in v, a little cock warming, fluff fluff & more fluff. tooth-rotting sweetness.

a/n: this was born purely from this wonderful request. enjoy, my loves.

"Call out today, honey. They don't need you as bad as I do."

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The incessant screaming of your morning alarm penetrates your dream state as your eyes slowly begin to open.

The sun's morning rays pay no mind to your blinds, peeking through them with a strength that makes it difficult for your eyes to adjust right away.

Through a squint, you take a look at your clock to catch the time.

6:45am

A drawn out sigh escapes your lips as you rub what’s left of your slumber from your eyes.

You roll your tired body over to see your lovely Jake, his mouth parted sweetly and carrying the faintest of snores. He’s still fast asleep as he’s cozily wrapped in your fluffy duvet. You smile at his soft, sleepy features that beckon you to stay tangled up with him.

But, alas, you must leave him. You have to be at work by 8:00am, much to your disdain.

You lean down to plant quiet kisses on your sleeping beauty. His eyelids, his nose, his lips– he stirs the slightest bit, a lethargic grin curling from the corners of his mouth. But his eyes stay shut, drawing him back into his deep rest.

You stretch your stiff limbs as you reluctantly pull yourself away from the warm covers.

Why must your bed be the comfiest when it’s time to get out of it? A question for the ages, no doubt.

You try your best to be as quiet as possible so as to not wake him. Lifted on the very tips of your toes, you pad across the cold wooden floor to your closet.

You shuffle through the threads set aside in a special section designated for your work clothes. You’re usually very meticulous in picking your daily work attire, but today, you just don’t have the interest for it.

Your arms feel extra heavy as you reach them over your head to grab the first blouse and pair of slacks you see. Your oversized sleep shirt (one of Jakes, of course) rises up just enough that you feel the cold, morning air against the bare skin of your thong clad ass that sends a chill up your spine. Yet another cruel reminder of how badly you wish to be in the warm bed, with Jake's body heat radiating on you like your own personal space heater.

You pull the garments from their hangers and tiptoe back to your room, stopping at your dresser as you set your clothes on the chair next to it.

You pull your shirt off, hissing at the cold air that hits your nearly naked form. Goosebumps appear on every inch of your chilled skin; your nipples harden instantly from the brisk temperature of your room. Jake has an affinity for keeping the room cool. You don’t mind it as long as you're snuggled up next to him in your bed, but it’s rather unpleasant when you’re not soaking up his warm body.

You can’t begin your day without moisturizing your skin. As cold as you are, you refuse to get dressed without lotioning up properly.

You take the nearest bottle and begin lathering yourself up with the vanilla scented cream. You prop your leg up on the chair your clothes are waiting for you on, running the slick blam over your calf and all the way up to the top of your thigh. You put that leg down and as you begin to work on the next, you hear a deep breath coming from the direction of the bed behind you.

You stall your movements, hoping you didn’t wake him.

But as you slowly turn your body around, you're met with his drowsy eyes fixed on you. His arms rest above his head and one bare leg sits atop the covers. Sprawled out beautifully and rather invitingly with a gorgeous smirk across his pink lips.

“Jake. I’m so sorry, baby. I tried not to wake you,” you softly mutter while you set the lotion bottle back on the dresser. “I hope you haven’t been awake long.”

He turns on his side and props his head up with one arm, keeping his heavy eyes on you. “You shouldn’t be sorry, lovely. I’m getting the show of a lifetime.”

You giggle as you grab your slacks and begin putting them on. But as you step the first foot in, Jake quickly interrupts you.

“No, no, don’t do that just yet. C’mere first.”

You can’t deny his pretty eyes, so you stop what you’re doing and walk over to him. He sits up to meet you, hands gently wrapping around your hips as you stand before him.

His face is so close; you feel each shallow breath against the exposed skin of your stomach, only intensifying the goosebumps already there from the cold.

“You’re the prettiest in the morning, you know that?” His eyes are locked with yours as he leans in to connect his lips just above your belly button. “And you smell so good, my sweet vanilla cupcake.”

You want to melt into him, to render yourself completely under his heated touch against your cold body.

You weave your fingers in his tangled locks while he continues to pepper the sweetest, laziest kisses against your tummy.

But reality suddenly sets in. You look to the clock once more; 7:05am.

With traffic being the worst during the morning rush, you’ll have to leave in no less than twenty minutes if you want to be at work on time. Even then, that’s a stretch.

“Baby, I have to get ready. I don’t want to be late,” you say through hitched breaths.

He hums into your skin, the warm vibration sending a flash of arousal to your core as you're mentally cursing the fact that you have to put an end to this so you can finish getting ready.

But just as you begin to do so, he quickly pulls you closer to him as he falls back on the bed and drags you on top of him.

You both get caught in a fit of giggles with the way he so perfectly calculated his movements so that your bodies would end up this way.

“Jakey,” you say through a breathless laugh, “I have to get ready for work. I really don’t want to be late.”

He takes your face in his hands, pulling it close to his and deeply kissing your lips. You can’t help but deepen it even further. He knows your weaknesses, and kissing him is number one on your list.

His velvety soft lips, the taste of his tongue, the way he nibbles ever so slightly on your lips— you find yourself craving his kisses more often than not.

His fingertips gently glide over your shoulders, down your arched back, stopping at the rounded curve of your ass. He squeezes the flesh in his hands while you begin to grind yourself on his hardened cock beneath your now soaked core.

He pulls his mouth away, leaving you chasing after him for more.

His blown out irises meet yours, a sly smile splayed on his kiss-swollen mouth.

“Just call out today, honey. They don’t need you as bad as I do.”

Before you can oppose, he flips you both over so he’s now on top of you.

“My sweet, beautiful girl. So pretty in the forenoon gleam,” he says, looking at you with eyes that say more words than his mouth ever could. A look that makes you feel as if you’re the only woman in his world. His fingers brush along the side of your cheek as you lean into his hand. “How could you ever make the grueling trek to work and depart from me?”

If you had it your way, you’d never leave him. Even for something as normal as going to your eight to five.

No; if you could, you’d stay here. Just like this, for the rest of your conceivable days.

“I love you, my sexy poetic lover,” you tell him. “But if you want me to keep my job, I simply must make the grueling tre—“

He promptly cuts you off with another kiss, gentle and sugary. Taking his time to enjoy the taste of you, and you’re quite enjoying it yourself— so much so that the time feels mute. It’s stopped completely, as far as you’re concerned.

He ruts his hips into your core, his hard cock rubbing against you, stealing your breath.

His kiss becomes more fervent, more hungry. Like he’s utterly starved for you.

You reciprocate right back. Your body craves his to be as connected with yours as humanly possible.

He breaks away, hovering his lips just above yours. Close enough that they brush over yours ever so softly.

“Can I show you how much I love you?” he asks in a hushed whisper. He sounds desperate, like his need for you is as dire as if his entire life depended on it.

You reach down between your bodies and tug his strained boxers down, then move your panties to the side, gasping at the crisp air of your room hitting your drenched center.

“Please, baby,” you mutter, nearly breathless at your unbridled need for him.

He smiles against your mouth while lining himself up with you, running his tip through your quivering folds. “That’s my pretty girl,” he says against your parted mouth. “Gonna take it slow and gentle, okay? Just wanna make you feel good, baby doll.”

He takes his time entering you, letting you feel every inch as he slowly glides all the way inside while you both sign in absolute relief.

His hips move in long and drawn out strides, allowing his cock slowly pump in and out of you.

He buries his face in the crook of your neck, breathing heavily, whispering sweet nothings in the shell of your ear.

He fills you so wonderfully and completely. The slightest bit of a sting present, but only in the most elating and erotic way.

“You’re so warm, baby doll,” he says, his lips ghosting over your tingling skin. “So perfect and tight. My beautiful sweetheart with the most pretty pussy.”

You wrap your legs tight around his back, keeping him as close to you as you can while his pace picks up just enough that your blissful end is just on the horizon.

“Jake, baby. You feel s- so good inside me. Right where you belong,” you mumble through staggered breaths.

You reach your hands to his sturdy shoulders, digging your nails in his damp skin. He whimpers in your ear, a sound you’ve come to realize is your absolute favorite.

“Yeah— this is where I belong, baby doll. Tucked away inside, just like this.” He stills himself inside you, his twitching cock causing you to flutter as he rests against your sweet spot. “I feel you, honey. Squeezing me like that, you’re so close. Can you give it to me?”

He lifts his thumb up to your mouth, and you instantly open up for him. He places it inside and you swirl your tongue around the pad just a little before he pulls it back out.

His wet thumb slides slowly down your body. He lifts himself up just a bit to reach for your throbbing clit, toying with it in gentle circles as he begins pumping in and out of you at an agonizing pace.

“Right there, baby, right there,” you muster in high pitched whines.

He leans in to meet your lips once more, and that is all it takes for your body to succumb.

You’re crashing hard into your wave of pleasure, your cunt pulses and throbs around him. Your back arches completely off the bed, your breathing labored and deep.

“There you go, baby doll,” His voice is low, his words raspy and faltered. “Gonna paint you nice and pretty, okay love?”

He pulls himself out, stroking his cock covered in your slick. He pulls his bottom lip between his teeth as his eyes roll in the back of his head.

He finishes all over your tummy. His warm cum feels like a blanket against your skin. His moans become almost uncontrolled, those beautiful noises that are prettier than any ballad.

He falls against you, his heaving chest colliding gently with yours.

“I love you, my perfect girl,” he whispers into your neck. “Thank you for staying with me.”

“I love you, Jakey.”

You brush your fingers through his hair, taming his disheveled length. You breathe him in deeply to savor this beautiful morning with him. You wish it could be like this always, that nothing could ever come between the two of you. Not even a job.

Shit.

Your job. You completely forgot.

You snap your head over to look at the clock, scared to be met with reality.

7:49am

“Oh fuck!” you yell. “I’m late for work!”

You kiss the crown of his head before he moves off of you. You jump up to get cleaned up, realizing that no matter how quick you move, you’ll never make it on time.

“Hey baby,” Jake says. “You know it’s Saturday, right?”

You stop dead in your tracks. There’s no way you forgot what day it was.

You take your phone off the nightstand and turn the screen on to check.

Sure enough, it’s fucking Saturday. Your day off.

“Jake! Why didn’t you tell me?” you ask as you shamefully drop your head in your hand.

He giggles sweetly, forcing a smile to soften your irritated features. “Well, because now I know you’d rather be here with me than at your silly old job.”

You toss your phone back on the nightstand and lay back down next to him, playfully smacking his biceps.

“That’s a risky game, Jacob.”

He chuckles he rolls you over on top of him. “I love you, baby doll.”

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cmncisspnandmore · 4 months

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One Night Stand; Part 5

Pairings: Simon x Reader

Warnings: Hospitals

A/n: Heres another sub par part, im sorry... I feel like im losing motivation to write this story, but im gonna keep going in hopes that it kinda just hits me like a freight train. Might take a break from this and do a few oneshots.

Word Count: 3309

New to the Series? Catch up here: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

Your lungs ache.

A dull creeping ache that wouldn't go away. Air was forced into your lungs, and you sputter and cough. One hand reaching up to try and bat away the intrusion, to make the air that forces your lungs to expand painfully go away.

“Easy, Love. You need to leave that on,” A gruff voice next to you soothes. The words float over you like warm water. A blam to soothe the raw nerve endings exposed over your entire body. Slowly the world starts to come into focus, the steady hiss of an oxygen machine. The quiet beeping of a heart rate monitor, and a second faster paced one that echos it. The harsh smell of disinfectant, and the scratchy sheets on your raw skin.

“Simon…” You mumble, your voice so hoarse you barely recognize it. Talking hurts. Breathing hurts. At this point you weren't sure there was a single thing you could do that didn't hurt.

“I’m here Love,” Simon’s voice is soft, muffled. His large warm hand taking one of yours, a small whimper passing your lips as the heat from his hand causes the raw skin of your hand to burn. Simon quickly lets go, opting to instead brush a strand of your hair back from your face. “Sorry… I didn't mean to hurt you..” he whispers.

“S’okay…” you mumble, finally finding the strength to open your eyes. His dark brown eyes meet yours, a torrent of emotion swirling behind them. His browns pulled tight behind the black and white skull mask that covers his mouth and nose. You can’t help the small smirk that plays on your lips as you see it. Finally it made sense for him to be wearing one, you just wished you weren’t the reason he was wearing it in the correct setting.

“What's so funny?” Simon grunts, his brows furrowed even more.

“The mask…” you cough and rasp, “finally wearing it in the correct setting.”

Simon makes a small sound, somewhere between a laugh and a groan. Your eyes flickering around the bright white room. It was set up like any other hospital room, although this one seemed nicer. There was no curtain separating the room in half so another person could be in the room. It was just you and Simon, the TV on, the soundless news flashing across the screen.

“What happened?” You rasp, sucking in a pained breath as the oxygen machine forces more air into your lungs.

“Your apartment building caught on fire.. I found you on the stairs..” he leans forward in his chair, resting his forearms on his thighs. Your eyes trail down to his arms and you notice the soot and ash that still clings to the fabric of his shirt. The small holes that burnt through the thin fabric, revealing the smallest parts of his tattoo.

“How did you find me..” you mumble, your eyes burning like someone scraped them with sandpaper.

“I was already on my way when I saw the smoke, one of your neighbors said she hadn’t seen you. The fire truck was still a few minutes out… I’ve run into worse things than burning buildings.”

“That’s stupid of you….”

“It’s part of my job, love,” he laughs slightly, “although you should sue your landlord. Bloody bastard didn’t even have a working fire system.”

Silence settles over the room, the machines offering white noise. You allow your eyes to close, the burning becoming too much to ignore. As you lay there, listening to the sounds of the machines and Simon’s breathing, the soft whooshing sound catches your attention.

You force your sore eyes open once more and turn to look at Simon, his head resting on his palm. His elbow propped up on his knee. “Is… is that the baby’s heartbeat?” You ask softly, Simon’s brown eyes meeting yours over the fabric of his mask.

“Yeah.. they wanted to monitor them… make sure the smoke inhalation didn't hurt them at all,” he whispers, behind the mask you can tell he's smiling. The way his eyes crinkle around the edges, and the way the mask moves ever so slightly.

“I still can’t get over the fact that there's an actual baby…” you mumble, dry eyes sliding closed again.

“Me either, Love, me either…” Simon murmurs, allowing the steady whooshing sound to fill the room again. As you laid on the bed, you started to take inventory of your injuries. Nothing felt too burnt, your skin aches like a bad sunburn, and a spot on your shoulder stung. Your lungs burned with each breath but it wasn't unmanageable. Your throat felt raw and dry, and your eyes felt like you had walked into a sandstorm with them wide open.

A soft knock on the door draws your attention back to the room. Blinking slowly the room comes back into focus, a woman stands at the door. A white coat adoring her, as she pokes her head in. Her kind blue eyes reminded you of Soap’s, as she steps into the room. Her heels clicking on the tile.

“Hi, I'm Dr. Rykes. How are you feeling?” She asks softly, coming to stand at the foot of the bed, grabbing the metal clipboard that hangs there. She looks it over for a few minutes, flipping the pages back and forth, her brows pulled together.

“I’m okay…” you mumble, as Simon shifts in his seat. His hand comes to rest on your hand again, this time you're prepared for the slight sting of his body heat on your hand so you don't flinch. You just subtly turn your hand over so his hand rests against the less sensitive skin of your palm.

“You’re probably going to feel like you have a sunburn for a few days, the intense heat from the fire can make your skin sensitive. You’ll also have some discomfort breathing and swallowing. But you made it out relatively okay, you did sustain a second degree burn on your shoulder, which will need to be redressed a few times a day,” she smiles, and looks up at you.

“When can she go home?” Simon’s voice startles her, and she looks over.

“In a few hours. I just want to monitor the baby and her oxygen stats,” she sets the clipboard back on the edge of the rail. “Do you have someplace to go?” She looks at me, her blue eyes filling with sympathy.

“Oh-”

“She’ll be staying with me,” Simon cuts you off.

You look over at him, your brows pulled together, “Simon.. I can’t ju-”

“Shh, you’ll stay with me until we can find you a new apartment,” His tone cuts off any argument that starts to form. After a few more questions and the doctor telling you that you need to take it easy and if you have any change in your breathing you are to come back immediately, she leaves.

“Simon.. I can't just crash at your apartment.. I can get a hotel,” you turn towards him, his hand still on yours.

“You can, and you will,” Simon's fingers tighten around yours. The warmth from his palm sends tingles over your skin. You wanted nothing more than to be wrapped in his arms to make all the anxiety that was bubbling under the surface of your skin disappear.

“Bu-”

“No,” Simon deadpans, “You will be staying with me, I’m not going to let you live in a hotel and then take the first available flat you find. You’ll stay with me until we can find you a nice flat, with plenty of room for you and the baby.”

You pull your bottom lip into your mouth, and chew on it. You didn't want to have to rely on Simon, but you also didn't have much of a choice. You lost everything, not that there was anything of importance in the apartment. But your laptop was gone which was your main source of income. Your eyes flicker over Simon’s face, he leans back in the chair. His arms crossed across his chest as he looked at you. His brown eyes are full of determination.

“Okay.. fine.”

A smile creeps across his lips under his mask, his eyes shining slightly, “good girl.”

Warmth spreads through your chest at his praise, your cheeks heating as he watches you. For the next few hours you doze off, waking up every once in a while to hear Simon on the phone with someone. Eventually the doctor comes in with your discharge papers and gives you the okay to go to Simons, with instructions to follow up with your primary care in a few days.

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Simon pushes open the door to his place, the warm yellow lights a stark contrast from the bright LED lighting in the hospital. Simon's hands rest on your waist, his fingers pressing softly into the flesh of your hips as he guides you towards his couch. You pause as you take in the state of the living room, the entire floor is covered in shopping bags from various stores. Even a few boxes filled with unbuilt furniture, the faint sound of shuffling comes from the bedroom.

“W-what is all this?” You look over your shoulder at Simon who removes his mask, tossing it onto the counter behind him.

“I had Soap and Gaz pick up a few things for you,” Simon grunts, pulling you over to the couch and making you sit.

“You didn't have to do that…” You mumble as he bends, picking up a few of the bags and taking the clothes from them.

“You need clothes..” Simon states, as he holds the items of clothing in his hands. They look small in his large hands, as he folds them neatly placing them in piles on the arm of the couch next to you. “If you don't like something we can return it and get you something you like.”

“Oi! Ouch!” A thick Scottish accent calls from the bedroom, a moment later Soap emerges from the bedroom rubbing the side of his head. His bright blue eyes land on you and a smile breaks out on his face. “Lass!” He calls as he comes over and wraps his arms around you.

“Hi, Soap,” you mumble into the fabric of his shirt.

“I was worried about you, I just put up some shelves in LT’s closet for ya,” he smiles as he pulls back slightly, his hands resting on your upper arms. He looks you over for a few moments, shaking his head as he takes a step back. “I’m glad you’re okay.”

“Me too,” you smile, “we both are.” You place your hand over your lower stomach, and Soap smiles wide.

“Well, I'll leave you two to get settled,” he turns towards Simon, “I’ll come by tomorrow to help you put together the rest of the stuff, but I think both of you need some rest after the night you had.”

“Thank you, Johnny,” Simon nods as Soap gathers his things and heads for the door.

As the door closes behind Soap, you look over at Simon. “You really didn't have to do all this..” You trail off, looking at all the bags again. Tears prick in your eyes as you take in the sheer quantity of stuff Simon had bought for you. There were at least a dozen bags of clothes and shoes, a few filled with bathroom products that you never even thought of using. Soaps, Shampoos, and bath oils of different scents. The last time someone did something like this for you was when your mother bought you stuff for your house when you bought it.

Your mom.

The memory knocks the air out of your lungs. She would’ve been so excited to be a grandmother. She was always telling you how she couldn't wait to spoil her grandkids. How she wanted to make so many new traditions with them. Shower them in love like she did you and your siblings. But now she would never know what it was like to hold her first grandchild. She would never experience the joy of hearing their heartbeat. She wouldn't be able to be there for their birth, to hold your hand and coach you through it.

She was gone, buried 6 feet under the ground. Alongside your brother and sister, the only family you ever had. Tears spill down your cheeks, leaving streams of tears that burn like fire on your sensitive skin. Your throat feels tight with emotion as you pull your hands up to your face to try and hold back the emotions bubbling over.

You lost your family, your first house, and now your apartment in the span of a year. You had to start over again.

The couch next to you dips, as Simon settles on it. His large arm wraps around you as he pulls you into his chest. His hand is careful of the burn on your shoulder, as he puts his other hand on the back of your hair, pressing your face gently into his chest. Your shoulders shake as the silent tears turn into heartbreaking sobs. Your fists clutching the fabric of his shirt as he holds you gently.

“You’re okay…” He murmurs into your hair, his hands gently ghosting across your back.

Simon holds you in his arms as you shake, his heart beating rapidly in his chest as he takes in your distressed state. He expected you to be upset, you had just lost your apartment, but the way you’re breaking down in his arms makes his gut twist. This was something more than losing an apartment, more than losing a few items in a fire.

The cries that echo around the apartment in the early morning light were filled with something deeper. They were full of pain, the type of pain you feel when your entire life is ripped away. The kind of pain he felt when he found his family murdered after being buried alive and tricked by a brainwashed Sparks. Simons hands ghost along your sensitive skin as he tries to comfort you. His lips pressed against your hair that still smells of smoke, as he murmurs soft words to you.

You look so small in his arms, your entire body shaking with emotion you are desperately trying to contain. If he really wanted to, Simon is sure he could break you in half with one squeeze. Your small frame was no match for his strength, one strong wind seemed like it could blow you over. He knew that the cries that bubbled up from your chest weren’t meant for his ears. In the short time he's known you, he's noticed how you guarded yourself despite the apparent anxiety that seems to plague you. It took a lot of courage to seek him out after finding out you were pregnant, and he admired the strength it took. But beneath the walls you put up to protect yourself there was clearly someone who had witnessed something terrible and was no longer comfortable in the world they lived in.

As your sobs quiet into small hiccups, Simon looks at you, your eyes puffy from crying. Your cheeks flushed, lips parted as you pulled air into your aching lungs. You were still as breathtaking as you were in the alley behind the bar, even with your tear stained cheeks. Your eyes meet Simons as he looks down at you, as you look at each other Simon swears he can see the walls going back up. In a matter of moments the lost, hurt look in your eyes is replaced with the carefully constructed facade you built to fool the people around you that you were okay.

But Simon saw through it. He could see through the fake happiness you put on for everyone else, he could see through the mirage of ‘i’m fine and i’m okay’. He could see that behind those walls you put up to protect yourself you were broken and scared.

But it didn't matter to Simon, because in the moments were breaking down in his arms, when your face was streaked with tears, and you were gasping for air. You were the most beautiful, because in those moments, you were honest. That's when he found you the most beautiful, because despite all the pain, you were still here. You were still going, and that kind of strength that no one could take away from you.

“I’m sorry,” you sniffle, gently wiping your cheeks with your hands despite the burning sensation.

“Don't apologize,” Simon’s arms are wrapped around you, blanketing you in warmth.

“I don't usually.. Just break down like that,” you mumble, “I was just.. Its been a long time since someone has done something like this for me.”

“You don't have to explain it to me.”

You shift slightly so you’re sitting a little further from him, his thigh pressed against yours. His body heat seeping through the fabric of his jeans into yours, as you clear your throat. Simon leans forward his elbows resting on his thighs as he rubs a hand across his face. In the dim lighting of his flat you notice just how tired he looks. The bags under his eyes are darker, and his eyes lack the shine that they normally have.

“Why.. why don't we go through this stuff after a few hours of sleep, yeah?”

Simon looks over at you, and nods. “That sounds like a good idea, we both need some sleep,” he stands, holding his hand out to you.

“Are you okay with sharing the bed for tonight?” he asks, “I just don't have the energy to convert the couch to a bed right now.”

A blush creeps up your cheeks,”oh, yeah of course.”

Simon smiles, and leads you into his bedroom. It looks exactly as it did when the night you fell into bed with him. The bed is neatly made, the walls still bare of personalization, but there's a small stack of books on the nightstand. The laundry basket in the corner has a few new blankets piled on top of it to be washed. Simon walks to his closet and pulls out a shirt and pair of sweatpants, holding them out to you.

“Here, you can wear these tonight,”

You take the items and smile, the scent of simons cologne clings to them as you head towards the bathroom. After you close the door you press them to your nose, inhaling his comforting scent for a moment before changing. As you peel off your shirt you take in the thick white bandage that covers your shoulder blade. The skin around it is slightly pink, the tape holding the bandage in place pulling your skin taught. You carefully slide the oversized shirt over your upper body and tuck the front of it into the waistband of the rolled up sweatpants.

When you emerge from the bathroom Simon is already laying on the bed, the blankets pulled up to his waist, his chest bare. His tattooed forearm slung over his eyes, as he lays against the pillows. His breathing is soft and slow as he sleeps. Your eyes trail down his chest and stomach, before you force yourself to look away. You climb into the bed, it dips under your body weight and you turn onto your side. Your arm under your pillow, your injured shoulder off the mattress as you reach over and turn off the small bedside lamp.

As you pull the blanket up over yourself, Simon rolls over in his sleep, his arm coming to wrap around your waist. He tugs you backwards to fit against his chest, his hand resting over your lower stomach. His breath tickles the back of your neck as your own heavy eyes fall closed and sleep pulls you under.

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autisticlancemcclain · 3 months

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okay so you just put this in your most recent post so now i’m really curious, what are your thoughts on kuron? what specifically makes you say he’s a good iteration of shiro? /gen

oooou okay thank you for asking. i covered this a little bit in this essay here, but i'll sum up the most important bit from that essay (in relation to this topic):

"Lastly — and this turned out to be less relevant to the essay than I expected, but I do want to go over it a tad — is Shiro’s tie to humanity. I mentioned two important points: Shiro’s connection to mortality makes him the most intimate with his humanity out of all the characters, and he is undoubtedly the flattest character of them all. That is, if you don’t consider his clone to be part of his character.

But I’m begging you to reconsider. Reconsider, perhaps, who the clone is — Haggar had pure access to Shiro for a year, you remember. His thoughts, his dreams, his mannerisms, his priorities, his body. Even him at his most human, his most deranged, his most scared. She had Shiro then. She had Shiro when he had nothing to look forward to. She had Shiro when he hurt his crew to make sure they would live, at direct cost to himself.

She stripped him of his humanity — his connection to his own mortality. She took his illness from him. And who, then, did she return to the team? Who was clone? Shiro, mostly. The clone was happy to play with the team. The clone was clever. The clone believed, fully, that he was Shiro, only he was angrier and meaner, a little, and less capable of shoving down his own pain. Shiro, stripped of his tie to humanity and mortality, stripped of his compulsive need to be strained and stressed and the one everyone else can rely on, the Role rather than the Person, is emotional. He has flaws and outbursts. He can’t manage his own pain. He is is cruelest to the one person on the team — Lance — who canonically reminds him closest of himself.

Shiro, in the purest form that Haggar can make him, is flawed and self-hating. That is where our love for him comes. Not the man who pushes himself down at the same time as he sacrifices his personality to be someone for others, but the man who is struggling and can’t keep it locked down. That’s where it comes from."

so! what does this mean.

shiro, as a character, does not get to choose and form his own identity. first he is the Garrison Poster Boy -- and while he is a pilot, an explorer, and happy to do both of those things, he is uncomfortable with (largely lance's) hero worship. he both a) doesn't believe he deserves it, and b) is not happy in that role. we see it in the "blam blam blam" scene -- he is trapped in the 'hero' role because he is trapped in a role of Perfection, and he is not perfect, and it grates on him. second he is the Champion -- and while he did force himself to be the Champion by injuring the Holts, it is a sacrifice. being a sacrifice is not the same as choosing a role. third, he is the Paladin of the Black Lion (not the Black Paladin, for deeper analysis on my thoughts there please read this essay and maybe this one too honestly) -- he tries to escape that role from the very beginning. i know i keep pushing yall towards the essay but i genuinely do discuss shiro's role in it, but i'll reiterate:

"...from the very beginning, he set up a replacement for himself.

Doesn’t that strike anyone else as odd? I haven’t seen the show in five years, and I don’t plan on rewatching, but I do remember that every moment with Shiro almost had this underlying tension. The closest thing I have to canon off the top of my head is the Handbook (which I had to stop reading because they did everyone SO dirty there, even though some of it was honestly pretty funny), which was released in S2, and even that incredibly early canon talked about Keith replacing Shiro!

From the very beginning, Shiro was planning an out to his role. He knew it was not meant for him. He did the role well, but it was not his to do."

shiro does not want that fucking role. every single second we see him on screen, as Shiro Original, he is shouldering a burden. he is being someone he does not want to be. not to give voltron any credit, but don't you think it's interesting that he, as a character, comes out to the audience as queer when he is...free from those roles? when he is no longer the Garrison Poster Boy (i.e. lance stops the hero worship), no longer the Champion (haggar is defeated), no longer the Paladin of the Black Lion (keith is now the Black Paladin)...we see him come out. we see him, as it is often called, "be true to himself". to me, this signals that he is finally free from playing someone he is not, and interestingly, this came after kuron -- after he maybe got to be something he truly was.

aside from the more abstract analysis, shiro is deeply, deeply traumatized! it is inane to expect him to be the same person he was. why on earth would he have the same patience during/post war as pre-war? he knows now that hesitance gets people killed. if he had hesitated to hurt matt, matt would have died. if he hesitates out on the field, people die. patience yields focus, sure, but he hasn't had time for patience in god knows how long. any patience he has is, if it has not already torn, wearing thin. lance's lightheardness, although important, is bound to make him snap, especially because shiro used to be the lighthearted one -- if he was still the lighthearted one, people would die. on his conscious. his snappiness at lance, while inappropriate and damaging, makes total sense. it comes from a place of a) deep self-hatred/mistrust and b) trauma.

to quote myself again -- "shiro, in the purest form haggar can make him, is flawed and self-hating". take away shiro's roles, take away his masks, take away any of his responsibilities that have shaped his life for him -- who is he? would he be angry (like kuron)? would he be hurting (like kuron)? would he be vulnerable (like kuron)? would he, for the first time, reach out and ask for help (like kuron)?

i think he would.

#in my essay era again #anyways shiro i love you #vld #voltron #shiro #takashi shirogane #kuron #clone shiro #my writing #longpost

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vigilante-fangirl · 11 months

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“You weren’t supposed to see that.”

Adrian Chase/Vigilante x Reader

Prompt: Reader stays over and catches Adrian doing somethin Blam Horny Shenanigans ensue

Warnings: Reader is AFAB, dubious consent at best, Adrian being a creep, cursing, he’s a little grabby too and bitey, Post-Canon, Oral sex, Fingering, 18+

I don’t really know how to end these fics I’m still learning 😭 this is my first smut too! This is a one shot too I just wanted to practice for my other two fics that are my bbys

[Part 2]

It was a late evening, and you found yourself still stuck at Vigilante's cramped and somewhat dirty apartment. However, ever since you moved in, you had left your mark everywhere, infusing the space with your personal touch. You cleaned out the fridge and restocked it. The bathroom sparkled after you were done and you even brought clean linen to put on the beds after seeing Adrian was just sleeping on a mattress.

Harcourt, your handler, had ordered you to stay there while she and the rest of the team embarked on a separate mission abroad. As for Adrian Chase, the Vigilante himself, he was unable to leave due to his commitment to his busboy job.

Adrian sat on his couch, his attention captured by the television. However, he couldn't shake off the uncomfortable feeling that engulfed him whenever you were around. You were in the kitchen, busily cooking up a delectable stew that filled the air with a mouthwatering aroma. Yet, it wasn't the enticing scent that made him nervous—it was you. Donning a tank top with no bra and a pair of shorts, you moved about the kitchen, fully absorbed in the music playing through your headphones. As you chopped vegetables, you swayed your hips to the rhythm, unwittingly captivating Adrian's attention.

Unable to resist the temptation, Adrian glanced over his shoulder, stealing glances at you. His heart raced as he observed your graceful movements and the way your body effortlessly moved to the music. In a moment of distraction, you dropped a piece of vegetable on the floor, absentmindedly picking it up. Adrian's eyes widened as he caught a glimpse of a small "nip slip."

"Whoops!" you exclaimed, adjusting your shirt before discarding the vegetable and returning to your cooking. That accidental moment drove him crazy, making it even more challenging to have such an attractive woman in his house. You had made a habit of having moments like this. From walking out of the bathroom still wet from a shower with the tiniest towel wrapped around your body to you wearing just your underwear and a big t-shirt whenever you woke up. He played cool for the most part but a man has his limits!

Adrian turned his attention back to the television, closing his eyes and replaying the image of the "nip slip" in his mind over and over again. However, the blissful distraction quickly turned into frustration as he felt his blood rush into his lap. Embarrassed and flustered, Adrian realized that this had become a regular occurrence. He hastily grabbed one of his pillows, placing it on his lap as he flipped through the TV channels, attempting to appear nonchalant. Just as he thought he had managed to compose himself, you walked over, leaning on the back of the couch. The scent of your perfume filled the air, and he could feel the warmth radiating from your body. Adrian glanced over at you as you spoke, but his focus shifted to your chest, captivated by its softness and the way it was accentuated by your tank top. In that moment, he yearned to pull you onto his lap, reveling in your warmth and tenderness. Ugh! He hated feeling this way! You were his co-worker who was staying over! A fellow hero in arms nothing more!

"Earth to Adrian? Dude! I'm telling you to change the channel! I fucking hate Wheel of Fortune," you exclaimed, waving your hand in front of his face. He jerked back, wide-eyed and mouth agape, desperately trying to find his words. "Cool, gimme! Stew's ready in 10, okay?" you continued, taking the remote from his hand and changing the channel. Adrian kept looking at you, a slight awkward grin on his face, as you walked away.

Feeling overwhelmed, Adrian blurted out, "I'm going to the bathroom! To solve a... problem... NOT a masturbating problem! Because I don't have one of those!" He yelled the words, a mix of awkward laughter and embarrassment filling the air, as he rushed towards his bathroom.

He closed the door behind him, leaning against it, heaving and sweating as he tried to calm himself down. He looked towards the hamper that held all your dirty clothes in it. He inched closer, opening the lid as he dug through your clothes then picked out a pair of pink panties.

Peacemaker told him that this was weird to do but it just felt so right. He sits on his toilet rolling the panties in one hand. Just one more time and then he’ll ask you on a date or confess! Like normal people do! Promise!

Adrian rolls his hand over the bulge in his jeans. He liked to imagine you were doing this. Teasing him but remaining innocent like you had no clue what to do next. “Fuck..” He grunted in a low tone as he unzipped his pants freeing his cock from its confides as it sprung free. Then he grabs the bottle of lotion beside the toilet, pumping two squirts into his free hand before gently starting to stroke his cock. He leans back, closing his eyes, taking a deep whiff of your panties. His imagination runs wild imagining all the different positions he would put you in. Hearing you beg from his cock. Your soft pants and moans filling his apartment. If he was a bit more braver he would fuck you right there on his kitchen counter. Tear off those shorts and and-

His thoughts were interrupted by the bathroom door swinging open. “Boy you've been in here a while! Hope you’re not shitting? But stew read-” You were stopped in your tracks by the sight. Your face engulfed with blush as you both stared at each. Adrian with your panties still pressed on his face, eyes wide as he seems just as frozen as you. You two stare at each other for a full minute before you slowly close the door.

Adrian's heart raced as he hastily struggled to zip up his pants. "Damn it, damn it, damn it!" he muttered under his breath, his mind in a frenzy. Exiting the bathroom, he scanned the room, desperately searching for you. His eyes landed on you at the table, engrossed in a bowl of stew, wrapped in an oversized sweater that concealed most of your figure. Shit... now she must think I'm weirdo…a creepy weirdo, he silently lamented, walking towards the bowl of stew you had prepared for him. Taking a seat across from you, the deafening silence engulfed them both. This is so awkward, he thought to himself, realizing that neither of them had taken a bite of their food. You were staring at him intensely, but every time Adrian met your gaze, you would quickly divert your eyes back to your bowl.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, you mustered the courage to speak. "Um... what were you doing in the bathroom, buddy?" you asked, your voice trembling and a faint blush coloring your cheeks, accompanied by a quirky accent that betrayed your nervousness.

Okay, Vigilante, think! Adrian's mind raced, desperately trying to come up with a plausible explanation. "I... uh... I definitely wasn't masturbating to YOU. Those were different underwear... from someone else," he blurted out, grimacing at the absurdity of his words.

"Wait, so you just have random women's underwear lying around?" you questioned, a mix of confusion and curiosity evident in your voice. "And those definitely look like mine. Plus, I didn't even mention why you had your hand on your..."

Adrian abruptly stood up, grabbing the bowl of stew and placing it on the sink counter. Nope! No sir! Adrian may struggle with social cues, but he's at least self-aware enough to recognize the awkwardness of the situation. "HAHA! I'm going to sit over there now!" he exclaimed, walking—or rather sprinting—over to his couch, sitting down and grabbing a pillow to discreetly cover his lap. Despite everything that had transpired, he still found himself with a slight boner. Annoyed with himself, Adrian readjusted himself in his jeans. Before he could do anything else, you approached him and settled down beside him, pretending to watch TV. Both of you knew you weren't actually paying attention to what was playing on the screen. The tension hung heavily in the air as you sat in close proximity.

Finally, you broke the silence again, turning to gently tug at the pillow in his lap. "What's underneath the pillow? What do you have there?" you asked, a curious expression on your face.

He didn't respond, but your hand's proximity to his lap caused his dwindling erection to stir back to life. Now he definitely didn't want that pillow moved, avoiding eye contact with you until you poked him in the side.

"Do you... like me, Mr.Vigilante~?" you inquired, playfully poking him and repeating the question. Since joining the team, you had developed feelings for Adrian. You found his goofiness and humor endearing, and his well-built physique, glimpsed when you once had to patch up a knife wound on his stomach, had left a lasting impression. That was the moment you resolved to ask him out. Despite the team's annoyance with Adrian, you indulged him and eagerly listened to whatever he had to say. However, it always seemed like he didn't understand your hints or invitations, often diverting the conversation or bringing Peacemaker along to your "hangouts." Smith had advised you to be direct, but that felt intimidating. So, you continued dropping hints, eventually assuming he simply didn't reciprocate your feelings and contented yourself with pretending to play house during the team's absence. But now? After witnessing the bathroom incident, you couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement.

Adrian took hold of your hand with his free one, his gaze intense as you nervously swallowed.

"(Y/N), knock it off," he said in a monotone voice. Yes, of course he liked you! But you didn’t have to be a dick and tease him. He already knows you think he’s a creep.

Both of you locked eyes, the tension palpable.

"And if I don't? What are YOU going to do about it? Are you gonna punish me Mr.Vigilante~" you grinned, realizing that maybe being a bit bratty was the key to getting through to him. Or maybe taunting the trained killer was not the best idea if he already didn’t like you but you had to try! Did he enjoy this? Was that what it took?

He looks back at you confused before raising an eyebrow. “Yeah maybe I will?”

“Ooo what was my crime then?” You taunt again shimmying your shoulders letting the tank top fall a little.

He quickly is able to grab both of your wrist with one hand pinning you down to the couch. You feel your pussy clench as he lets the pillow fall away and with that hand starts running it in between your thighs. Adrian would lean down his face in the crook of your neck just grazing your ear. “For being so fucking annoying.” He says with a gruff tone. He couldn't take it anymore. Your breath rapids as you feel his hand grope and grip every part of your body. Like he couldn’t believe you were real and this was happening. Your thighs, your stomach, your breasts. He paid extra attention to your breasts groping over the fabric of your thin tank top and then pinching your nipple eliciting a surprise squeak from you.

“Walking around all the time in those tiny skimpy outfits. You were practically begging me to fuck you weren’t you?” His breathing ragged as he stayed in the crock of your neck like he was trying to control himself but was finding it difficult. His hard cock still restrained to his jeans rubs against your thigh. You can feel its warmth radiating every-time it does so

You don’t answer at first just in shock that this was happening at all. You want to say something but when you open your mouth no words come out. “You wanted me to touch these perfect tits and this ass!” He gropes your ass next hard, sure to leave some type of mark due to the slight stinging sensation left by his hand. Adrian would soon drift towards your neck giving you light kisses before biting hard leaving huge hickey marks all around your collarbone and neck. “You wanted me to mark you up. Make sure everyone knows who belong to~”

You gasp, closing your eyes at the sensation biting your lips as he works. He stops for a second looking at his work, kinda proud of himself. You tremble underneath him overstimulated from everything that’s just happened. “Adri-” Your words are cut short from him pulling your shorts aside. “Not uh not Adrian? Vigilante. Come on say it~” He sings as you feel him slip past your underwear as he sinks two fingers inside of you. You squirm around as you feel his fingers sink deeper into your pussy which clenches at his fingers. His thumb swirls around your clit which makes you squirm even more. “V-Vigilante!” You moan out at the onslaught of sensations. He hums with an appreciative tone as he continues your thighs clamp down on his hand but that doesn't stop him as he pries your thighs up letting go of your wrists to do so. He pumps his fingers going slow at first as he continues he changes the pace. You're so close. You can feel it as your legs tremble more.

“Come on baby~ Make a mess on my hand” He urges you, leaning back down into your ear. You grip the sides of his couch burying your face in the fabric of the cushions. You climax as you make an absolute mess. Cum dripping down your thighs on the couch even managing to get on his shirt. Adrian smiles as he leans back up sliding his fingers out with a lewd wet noise. He looks at his fingers and shirt amazed. You heaved trying to regain your senses as the world spinned for a second but Adrian doesn’t give you that chance.

“Don’t give out on me now?” He chuckled as he sucked on his two fingers. “Damn you’re sweeter than I expected?” He laughs. You were about to open your mouth before you heard a quick zipping noise followed by you feeling Adrian rip your tank top off. It was surprising how much ease it took him to rip it.

That was not as surprising as him grabbing your wrist and yanking you to the ground in front of him as he sat on the couch. When you finally settled yourself you came face to face with his cock right in front of you. It was way bigger than you expected and aching for you.

“Go on?” He urges you but you anxiously look at him like you have no clue on what to do next. “Really?” He laughs at your innocence. “Okay so say ah! With your tongue sticking out.” Adrian instructs and you do as told. “Like thi-” Before you could even get your question out he slams his thick cock down your throat earning a gagging noise from you. He places one hand wrapped in your hair as he forces your head up and down. “J-j-just like that. F-Fuck your throat is tight babe. Even tighter than that little pussy of yours.” Adrian groans as he bops your head up and down. Soon though he’s rambling. He can’t keep his composure after fantasizing about this moment since forever it was hard to focus.

“Fu-fuck! Take it all… fuck…look at you on your knees… swallowing my cock down… so fucking eager! F-fuck I need you so bad…" He continued to ramble incoherently not making sense just a assortment of fucks. He finally couldn’t hold out any longer and he let his orgasm build, slamming his cock down your throat exploding inside. Your throat bopping as you greedily swallowed his cum. He pumped a little inside your throat staying there for a second lost in bliss before you slapped his thighs in urgency. “Oh shit! I-i’m sorry! I was too rough..” He would say with a grimace rubbing your cheek as you coughed a little.

“I-it’s okay! I liked it..” You say hoarse.

“Really?”

You nod which earns a dorky smile from Adrian who pulls you up in his lap smiling. You're more than exhausted as you sit in his lap letting yourself rest on his chest. He wraps his arms around your waist snuggling his nose into your back kissing your shoulder blades

#adrian chase #peacemaker #vigilante peacemaker #vigilante x reader #adrian chase x reader #vigilante #adrian chase x y/n #Vigilante x y/n #smut #x reader #one-shot #god I wished I was here when this first popped off

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loosesodamarble · 1 year

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Hii, how have you been, Soda? <33

I finally decided on what to send for your 300+ followers event (congratulations, again)!! So, if it's hasn't been asked already, please: Zora Ideale + prompt A2. “If you don’t wake up, I’m going to pull a prank on you.”?

As always, take your time! ♡

- ghost anon

Ghost Anon~! Hello hello! I see you decided to send in a request for my follower event! Thanks for keeping continually dropping by my inbox!

I've happily filled the request to the best of my abilities (and honestly, even if the exact same prompt got requested before, I would've found a way to change it up. One line can be used in many ways after all)! Hopefully you (and others) enjoy it!

Summary: Zora decides to mess with you on your day off. Only you end up regretting the confrontation. Genre: general Word count: ~750

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If asked, you would say that the best thing in the entire world was getting a day off from work. Your favorite part specifically was the free time to stay in bed. Preferably until noon.

You laid on your bed, snuggly wrapped up in a blanket and with your head on a perfectly fluffed pillow. You were warm. Comfortable. Deeply encircled in the purest of bliss you believed to be imaginable. This was a sensation that you had long since earned and would make last for as long as possible.

BLAM!

The door to your room was slammed open. Your haven of rest had been invaded.

You screwed your already closed eyes even tighter and you scowled beneath your blanket.

No. Whoever it was and whatever they wanted, you had already decided that it wasn’t going to tear you away from the sheets.

“Morning, pal!” Zora called to you while the sound of his footsteps grew closer. “I don’t say ‘good morning’ because mornings suck!” He poked the side of your head with two fingers. “Wakey wakey!”

Being in total control, you didn’t move from your spot but merely adjusted your position on your bed. You were spending your day how you pleased and Zora wasn’t going to ruin it for you.

“Oi! Get up!” Zora grabbed your side and gave you a quick shake. “Are you really still asleep?” After a moment, he began to knock—not a little bop but genuinely knocked like you were a door—on your head. “Heeeey! It’s morning! That means no sleeping!”

Still, you didn’t give any indication that you’d heard him. If you just held out, he’d leave you be and then you’d get your peace back.

Unfortunately, fate was not on your side. You heard Zora huff in annoyance. There was no need to look, you knew how annoyed his face was at the moment.

“Tsk. If you don’t wake up, I’m going to pull a prank on you.”

At that, your eyes snapped open. Although you and Zora called each other friends, the two of you were a bit at war over his pranks. You’d had enough of them after the first stinkbug and he was determined to pull every prank there was on you. So he knew what he was saying when he brought up a prank.

Still, you were too determined to have your peace—or maybe you were too lazy to turn to face Zora—so you kept your position and glared at a point on the wall.

“Jokes on you, I’m already awake,” you grumbled. “Now leave me alone before I get up to kick your ass out of here. Besides, it’s my day off.”

“Day off or not, you should be awake.”

“Are you really so jealous that you’re finding an excuse to mess with me?” you asked, pulling your blanket over your face a little more.

“If I just wanted to mess with you, do ya’ really think I’d give you a warning?” asked Zora as he poked at your head again. He didn’t poke you that aggressively, just repeatedly. “Now c’mon. Wouldn’t you rather spend the day doing stuff than wasting it in bed.

“Resting is not a waste.” You reached up and slapped Zora’s hand away. “Now leeeeeaaaaave!”

There was a moment of silence before,

“Fine. I’ll let you rest.”

You furrowed your brow. That was… oddly compliant. It usually took you forever to shoo Zora off. But now…

“And you know what, to make up for being a bother, I’ll even tuck you in. Get you real comfy!”

Zora reached over your body and began pushing the blanket between your body and the bed. It felt like he went a centimeter at a time. He finished one side of tucking then proceeded to the other side with the same meticulous slowness. When he finished, he pulled away and “dusted off” his hands.

“There we go, bud,” he said. And his signature smirk crossed his face. “Sleep real tight now!” He sauntered out, even closing the door behind him.

You grumbled to yourself.

“Man does he piss me off…”

After a few minutes, you felt the urge to use the restroom. You tried to get up. Only, your body was stuck. No, it felt more like… Paralysis!

“Zora! You prick!” you screamed.

You also wanted to kick and run after him but… His trap spell had you, well, trapped.

#black clover #black clover fanfic #zora ideale #questions from the ask box #ghost anon #reader insert #zora got his prank against the reader in the end #full transparency the original ending had zora leaving #and reader having spiraling thoughts on what prank zora might pull later as revenge #and their day off being ruined by the panic #but i think this ending worked out better and is funnier #but like... zora would pull a prank where he makes his target paranoid about what he might do only to do nothing #but anyways! kadhsgaiusr! onto the next request!

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jammie3132 · 8 months

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Sir Knight and Prince Charming, Ch 4

Fandom: Glee Pairing: Blaine Anderson & Sebastian Smythe Chapter Title:...Put Seblaine Back Together Again (AO3) Chapter Summary: Sebastian finds out what’s going on in NYC while Blaine questions every life choice he made over the past 3 years.

Chapter Notes: For some reason I’m not getting alerts from @seblaineworld, so I was unaware of the need for a delay of Seblaine Week. (Get well soon Ail’s mum!). I wanted to finish this story with the daily prompts of Seblaine Week, so this chapter was written for Day 1: Soulmates. I’m not rewriting it. I’ve tweaked it enough.

Please read dedication at bottom of this page

“Oh my God! This tastes like real movie theater popcorn. I don’t know why I doubted you when you scooped it out of a commercial movie theater popper. Is that why you call the kitchen down here the concession stand?”

“That, as well as it has a soda machine and snack display case.”

Annabelle couldn’t get over how the embezzlement rumors were true. Benny freaked out with the picture proof Blaine (and his dad) let her send her boss. “Did Blaine’s parents make changes down here? Because if that guy only stole $3 million, I’m impressed. Not that he took the money but how he spent it…the money he stole. Wow, none of that came out the way I wanted it to.”

“They did buy all the instruments in the studio from the label except, of course, the piano. Kind of blew my mind when they said it was because the little shit could play all of them. Otherwise, everything is how we discovered it.”

“Blaine plays all those instruments? Impressive, but why did the Andersons pay for those and not the piano?”

“Since it’s behind a plexiglass wall, it couldn’t be removed without damaging the soundproofing, so it’s legally part of the structure.” Santana pointed at objects around the home theater. “Same goes for shit in here. It’s coming in handy because while the remodeling is going on upstairs we’ve got everything down here we need. I’ve got a bed in my office but Blam said the recliners and couch in the lounge work for them. And the shower in the bathroom is so over-the-top, the guys wanted one just like it in theirs. They were so mad when we saw there were two good size bedrooms with a joint bath across from the master when they’d been crammed into what is now my office.”

“Why would Mercedes do that to them?”

“She won’t say but probably to keep up appearances, even though she knew Sam wouldn’t take advantage of the situation. It was more of being upset they weren’t at least told the rooms were there and given a chance to decline.”

“Is it only the Blam bathroom that’s being gutted?”

“Nope, everything goes except down here and my office. But since everything is in great condition, just not Pamela’s style, they’re donating appliances, cabinets, windows, bath fixtures and anything else that can be salvaged to Habitat for Humanity.”

“That’s amazing.”

“It was actually Sammy’s idea, but the Andersons jumped on it. Did Sam tell you what happened to his family when he was high school?”

“They were homeless and he was a teenage stripper for a while to help out?” Santana nodded, happy she hadn’t overstepped. “This might sound crass but a past like that is kind of marketing gold for the lead in Magic Mike the Musical. Don’t worry, Sam is aware the internet is full of trolls, which is why he wants to get it out on his terms before the media digs it up and puts their spin on it.”

“He mentioned something like that was possible. I guess I didn’t understand how bad it could get. No offense to Sammy but this is an Off-Broadway musical.”

“Hamilton opened Off-Broadway. I’m not saying this will be Hamilton, nothing will be Hamilton, but there’s already talk in the trades on how fast it will move to Broadway. Your friend is poised for a hell of a ride.”

“Please, I’m begging you, if there’s going to be some sort of formal announcement when this happens, give me a heads-up so I can get Rachel’s reaction.”

Annabelle laughed remembering what Sam told them about his friends’ reactions. “I’ll see what I can do.”

“Great. Now, back to our original subject, why isn’t the guy who took the money from the record label in jail?”

“Like I said, all this was a rumor, almost to the point of becoming an urban legend. He did just announce on his social media he’s in Europe to collaborate with a yet to be named major artist. There might be extradition issues, I don’t know. My guess is the label is keeping it quiet to save face.”

“Which is why they want to hire Mr. Anderson so he’ll have to sign some sort of NDA. I wasn’t surprised he already assumed as much when Blaine called to tell him what you said.”

“Yeah, my boss owes me big time since your boss took my advice to contact him. Maybe I can get my flight to Paris next week bumped to first class.”

“Make him throw in an upgraded hotel suite.”

“I’m staying at Sebastian’s Nana’s place. It’s basically a castle.”

“It…a castle?”

Annabelle pulled up a sky-view picture on her phone. “Its name is Château sur la colline, or Castle on the hill.”

“Holy shit! You mean the Disney Prince is an actual prince?”

“No, but only because France got rid of their monarchy. His relative was one of the only members of royalty to survive the guillotine. When everything settled down, his family spent decades buying back what the revolution took from them.”

“So, they’re loaded?”

“His grandmother is basically Bill Gates but with old money…old, old money.”

Santana almost dropped her soda but was able to set in her recliner’s holder before disaster stuck. “Anything else you can tell me?”

“I told you Sebastian is Sir Knight as part of my personal knowledge. While I might have damaged my relationship with him, I’m not putting my job in jeopardy. The same way I’m sure you didn’t say anything about this place without Mr. Anderson’s permission.”

Santana took a chance by reaching for her new friend's hand and smiled when she didn't pull it away. This was all happening rather quickly but felt really good, especially after the way her previous relationship ended. “You’re right and I’ll drop it…except, could get me in touch with a former Warbler? Any of them, except Smythe, of course. Wait, what’s wrong?”

Annabelle hadn’t only released her hand but began preparing to leave. “It’s been lovely meeting…”

“No” Santana stood to face her “What did I say? Is it the Warblers? Are they involved in whatever Sebastian has going on?”

“Santana, you need to drop this.”

“Why? Did Sebastian…”

“It’s not Sebastian, it’s Blaine.”

Santana was so startled she semi-collapsed back into her recliner. “Blaine? What the hell do the Warblers have to do with Blaine? I mean, obviously the Warblers and Blaine are connected outside of Sebastian. Hell, my ex, the good one, still believes Blaine’s last name is Warbler.”

“Think of it this way. You said Blaine and Sam are BFFs, Blam, 2 people 1 mind.”

“They are.”

“You and Sam have been trying to identify Sir Knight for 2 weeks. If you've believed there's a Warbler connection, outside of Sebastian, you must have mentioned it to Sam. If Sam hasn't said anything…”

“Trouty doesn’t know.”

“And if Blaine hasn’t told Sam…”

“Then there’s no way in hell he’s telling me. It’s that bad?”

“To Blaine it is.”

Santana wanted to smack herself. She and Sam were so focused on gathering and organizing clues, they never stopped long enough to figure out any deeper meaning. “Sebastian told you this?”

“No, Wes Montgomery…and that’s probably something else I should’ve kept my mouth shut about. I better go before I say something that’ll get me fired.”

"I'll see you out." When Santana opened the theater door, Annabelle realized how good the soundproofing was because they’d walked into the middle of a screaming match.

“Who is with Blaine?" she whispered. “Should we go back in the theater, or at least make them aware of our presence?”

“The guy with Blaine is his so-called boyfriend…”

“He’s Kurt Hummel? Somehow, he’s both nothing and exactly what I pictured. He…” She stopped when Sebastian Smythe’s name entered the argument.

“Kurt, I didn’t know he was Sebastian. He spoke with a British accent. It sounded authentic unlike most of Sam’s impressions. Don’t tell him I said that.” Blaine thought it was best for his and Kurt’s relationship to come clean about Sir Knight being Sebastian almost immediately after he found out. He realized the second the words left his mouth it was a terrible idea.

“Stop lying!”

“Why would I lie?”

“Because of that wannabe boyfriend thief! He never could accept I won!”

“You won?” Blaine noticed two women standing uncomfortably behind Kurt. Seeing Santana took him back in time to his and Kurt’s last big fight. “This sounds a lot like the rant you had 2 weeks ago when Isabelle took you off the photoshoot and you blamed me for it.”

“This sounds exactly like the rant you had 2 weeks ago when you were taken off the photoshoot at Vogue and blamed me for it.”

“It was your fault as much as it was the Meerkat’s!”

Blaine was infamous for being oblivious, but Santana couldn’t fault the look of utter confusion on his face. She was in the same state, and she had dated Brittany (and her unique way of explaining things). “What the fuck are you trying to get at, Hummel?”

Kurt turned around to see his former roommate standing next to a woman he recognized from somewhere but couldn't place. “Who the hell are you?”

“That was rude. For your information, my name is Annabelle Thompson, Mr. Smythe’s assistant and liaison between Mr. Smythe’s employers and Vogue. This included overseeing the signing of the NDAs, although I was regrettably absent when you signed yours. I’m also the person who told Isabelle Wright to remove you from the photoshoot.”

Her introduction sent Kurt into a complete meltdown, not only bashing Sebastian and Annabelle, but also Isabelle for siding with the Meerkat. When he took a momentary break for air, Blaine yelled “Damn it, Kurt! Shut up!”

“Or what? You’ll turn me in for breaking my NDA?”

Not only Blaine, but Santana and Annabelle, stood silently, giving Kurt a moment to come to terms with what he said. When he stared back at them, cluelessly waiting for a response, Santana was the first to break.

“Kurt, has your hatred of Sebastian killed your brain cells? Blaine doesn’t have to say anything. I don’t have to say anything. The woman who told you she’s responsible for the NDAs is standing right here. Hope your temper tantrum is worth the hundred dollars it’s going to cost you.”

“Try $1 million” Annabelle reminded Kurt with a tone so calm it caused both Blaine and Santana to whisper Oh…my…God under their breath.

When Blaine regained his ability to speak, he asked “Santana, Annabelle, could the two of you give me and Kurt some privacy?”

Everything within her shouted NO but Santana gave Blaine a nod before asking Annabelle to dinner. “Blainers, you want your usual from Napoli Taco?”

“Napoli Taco?” Annabelle asked. “You invited me to dinner at someplace called Napoli Taco?”

“It’s a hole-in-the-wall around the corner that only makes taco pizzas. It sounds disgusting but the food is fantastic.”

“Ok, I can live with that.”

“Thanks, Tana. Sounds good but there’s no need to be gone that long…unless you want to be gone that long” Blaine answered with a cheeky, know-it-all grin.

Santana responded with a wink, impressed he’d caught on so quickly. “So, Fajita Stromboli it is.”

“You know me so well. And Annabelle, I apologize for how I spoke when we first met.”

The assistant shook her head. “I did call you Blaine Fucking Anderson and accuse your father of screwing over a major record label. I’m the one who should apologize.”

As the two women left, Blaine wondered if Santana would stop to change. While her comfy clothes were perfectly acceptable at a place like Napoli Taco, they weren’t date clothes and the way Santana was looking at Annabelle, this was a date. That’s what love, even if only the newly attracted stage, should look like…not the 6-foot embodiment of pure anger standing in front of him.

Blaine realized, despite asking the girls for privacy, he wasn’t in a mindset to deal with his boyfriend’s histrionics. “Kurt, you need to leave.”

“No! I can't believe you set me up like this! Tell that woman to keep her mouth shut!"

“I set you up? Not that it’s any of your business, Annabelle works for the manager June found Sam and was here to pick up paperwork. No matter what you think, her being here had nothing to do with you.”

“June Dolloway found Sam a manager?”

Seriously? “You whined all last week when I wouldn’t ask her to convince the guy to take you and Rachel on as clients.”

Kurt began to pace, which was never a good sign. “So, the Bitch got Sam the same manager as the Meerkat? She also gave you the quote/unquote wrong number which just so happened to be Smythe’s.”

Blaine had a bad feeling where this was going. “What are you getting at Kurt?”

“It’s obvious. The reason June chose you as her Golden Boy wasn't because you're some sort of generational talent. She only did it to get you and Smythe back together. Which means she was only awful to me so I would get frustrated and break up with you. Now that Smythe is in Paris her plan fell apart, so she dumped you.”

Kurt had made cruel comments in the past, but for some unknown reason, Blaine never believed he was capable of sinking so low. Not just the insult of him as a performer. His supposedly loving boyfriend was aware of the anxiety he was experiencing, waiting to learn how the cancellation of his Showcase affected his NYADA coursework. He'd dropped classes due to the credits he was to receive from his mentorship with June. It was too late in the semester to make them up.

His mom once told him a person never knows what will be the moment to break them, their straw that breaks the camel's back, until it happened. This was his.

“We’re done. For good this time.”

“You can’t…” Kurt finally paused long enough to take a good look at his now former boyfriend. Oh, was he pissed. “Blaine, I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking.”

“Obviously”

“It’s that…that…Sebastian. He’s been trying to come between us since the moment the two of you met.”

“And yet for some reason I chose you every time. But that was never enough, was it? Not when I transferred to McKinley, not when you were texting Chandler, not when I stayed at McKinley when you left, not when you forgot about me when you swore again and again you wouldn’t…”

“What about when I forgave you for cheating on me?”

“Did I really cheat if we were only technically together because neither of us had the balls to officially say it was over?” Wow! That epiphany was cathartic.

“What the hell does that mean?”

“It means I am finally, finally, done being in a relationship where everything is my fault. I’m done constantly apologizing or not doing something because the person who is supposed to be my equal, my partner, would get upset.”

“Blaine…”

“Someone once told me this was the life I chose for myself. As of now, I’m choosing a new path…one without you. Don’t call or come over or talk to me at NYADA. However, against my better judgement, I will talk to Annabelle, but I’d prepare for the worst.”

“How the hell am I supposed to prepare for a $1million fine?”

“I’d start by keeping my mouth shut. Now get the hell out of my house, and my life!”

2 HOURS LATER…PARIS, FRANCE

*knock…knock…knock…knock*

“Sebastian!”

*knock…knock…knock…knock*

“Bas!”

*knock…knock…knock…knock*

“Open the damn door! I know you were at McKinley! I saw you!”

How could he have done something so stupid?!

He’d managed to keep his return to Westerville secret. Only two people outside of the lawyers knew, and he trusted them. He was staying at his parents’ house because no one, NO ONE, would consider for even one second, looking for him there. Of course, he wouldn’t be if they were. It was a good thing the state could schedule his deposition around Xavier and Marie’s annual trip to Cabo. It helped he learned to gerrymander the security system from all those times he sneaked in and out to go to Scandals. His parents were also technologically challenged (idiots) and didn’t bother to change any of the codes in the months he’d been gone. All that work and then he had to do something stupid.

But when it came to Blaine Anderson, he was always doing something stupid.

He put the system on pause, turned on the lights and ran down the stairs to the front doors. When he opened them a gush of wind and pounding rain hit him despite the massive awning covering the entrance.

For some reason Blaine had moved back out into the downpour. Maybe it dawned on him Xavier could have been the one to answer. That would have been a nightmare. “You shouldn’t be here!” he yelled due to the deafening roar of the Spring storm.

“I saw you! You were there!”

“Go home, Blaine.”

“Not until you admit you were at McKinley when we were released from lockdown.”

“So, what if I was? It doesn’t change anything.”

“I’m standing in your parent’s driveway, at 1AM, in a downpour, talking to you for the first time in months with all the gel washed from my hair and my cheerleading uniform plastered to my body in ways I don’t want to think about. It changes everything!”

“No, it doesn’t! Go back to the life you chose, and I’ll go back to forgetting Blaine Anderson ever existed!”

Sebastian shook himself awake from the beginning of the dream he’d had every night for a year, in disbelief he dozed off in the first place. Yes, his body was screwed up from the time change, but he’d drank almost a gallon (no exaggeration) of coffee since his arrival and this chair in his grandmother’s hospital room was the most uncomfortable thing he’d ever sat on.

With all the money Nana donated to the place over the years, you’d think at some point they would have bought comfortable chairs for waiting family members. He’d have to have a chat with the hospital administrators when they made their morning pilgrimage to kiss Nana’s (and his, but mostly Nana’s) ass. Better yet, he’d let Aunt June screw with them. She owed him big time.

He had more pressing issues.

First things first, he had to meet with Château sur la colline’s security and find out how the hell his parents got onto the property, let alone in the house. Although he had yet to hear the full story, he was sure they played a part in Nana’s fall.

And then there were the texts from the person who was supposed to be taking care of whatever mess he made leaving NYC so abruptly. It was supposed to be whatever business mess. THAT is her job. But noooo! The woman found a way to get involved in his personal life.

From Satan (Annabelle): Good news and bad news…starting with bad😡 But I don’t think it’s bad 😊 From Satan (Annabelle): Blaine knows you’re Sir Knight From Satan (Annabelle): Guess I should have started with I knew since the cronut basket Blaine Anderson was Prince Charming…my bad. 🤷‍♀️ From Satan (Annabelle): Also, Kurt Hummel knows you’re Sir Knight. Don’t’ worry, got a meeting with Anna Wintour in an hour. Not just concerning Hummel. Learned from a friend all Vogue employees need reminder NDAs are no joke. I’ll tell you the whole story when I get to Paris on Monday. From Satan (Annabelle): Don’t worry your pretty head. It’ll be fine From Satan (Annabelle): And the good new? Blaine’s friend Santana is H..O..T…HOT!🔥🔥🔥

His Satan met Blaine’s Satan? Like he didn’t have enough shit to deal with!!!

From Satan (Annabelle): One more thing. The studio loves the look of Château sur la colline for Andrew’s boarding school. If it works out you could do the first 8 weeks of filming from your own home…and they are super motivated to make this work.

Ok, maybe Annabelle wasn’t that bad.

“My darling boy”

Sebastian immediately sat his phone down and moved his chair closer to his grandmother’s bedside. “Do you need the nurse? Something for pain?” Even though he was asking the questions he had already pressed the call button.

“No” Juliette told him but the wince she made when she barely moved told him otherwise. “We haven’t had the chance to talk since you arrived.”

“You were a little busy having your hip replaced.”

“Sebastian…”

“I’m not going anywhere. We can talk in the morning.”

“Then you should be home in your bed getting a proper night’s sleep.”

“Hey, I’m here to take care of you for once, not the other way around.” At that moment, the nurse came in to check Juliette’s incisions and, despite her protests, give her her medications, which included a pain pill. Once she was settled, he returned to his previous spot, happy to see the drugs were already taking over. “Go back to sleep. Like I said, I’m not going anywhere.”

“Darling boy, I will be fine. Go sleep in your bed.”

“Nana…”

“I know you better than you know yourself, which is how I know there are at least two armed guards outside my door, and at least two more guarding the main entrance. No one is getting in here.”

“Technically, they aren't armed, but only because it's against the law for anyone other than the police to have a gun in a hospital. However, they are armed in the sense that all 10, not 4, are black belt level 7 or above in Krav Maga. Don't tell me it's too much…”

Juliette took his hand in hers and gave him the smile that always made him feel like he was the most special person in the world. “Sebastian Alexander Smythe, this is not your fault. You have no more control over my daughter and son-in-law than I do.”

“But I should have been here. When I left Dalton and moved home, I promised I would never leave again, except, you know that one time I had to go back to Ohio.

“If you hadn't gone to NYC, I would have never forgiven you. You were offered the opportunity of a lifetime. I cannot wait until the time I am able to tell all my friends My Darling Sebastian is going to be a movie star.”

Leave it to this wonderful, amazing woman to turn the subject back to him. He was always her number one priority. When he first realized he was gay he debated with himself if he truly preferred guys or if he knew he would never find a woman as perfect as Juliette Marie Alexander-Dumas.

It sounds stupid now, but he was 12. 12 year-olds are stupid.

As much as he wanted to find out if his parents were behind his grandmother’s fall, this wasn’t the time. “You don’t know that, Nana.”

“Are you still worried the public will not react well to an openly gay actor portraying James Bond’s son?"

"A little. Thank god my asshole…sorry, my jerk father’s father was British so the studio can spin any he’s not British complaints into he’s ¼ British."

"Will your character be gay?”

“Andrew won’t be homosexual, but not straight either. He considers himself fluid as far as his sexuality is concerned.”

“Did you know this when you accepted the role?”

“They told me upfront they wanted to do this. The only problem I had was I thought the studio was keeping everything secret to figure out how to address my sexuality when they were figuring out how to address Andrew’s.”

“Have they decided?”

“Yes, and we were supposed to have a meeting to discuss it today but something more important came up.” Sebastian leaned down and gave Juliette a kiss on her cheek, happy to see how heavy her eyes were getting. “I do know my one sex scene is with my primary co-star, an actress named Hailee Steinfeld. My ex hasn’t been cast yet but will be a guy named Taylor. He’s not only the one guy Andrew was ever attracted to but the only person he’s ever loved.”

“Like you and your Blaine.”

“But what if I chose a different path? Today I spent hours curled up in myself, hiding under a piano, afraid to talk. You want to know why? Artie tried to get us to make video messages to loved ones but the only person I wanted to make one for was you!”

“Blaine, please, don’t do this!”

“Fine, I’ll stop if you can look me in the eyes and tell me all the chemistry between us last year, which I foolishly denied, wasn’t real. Tell me what’s happening between the two of us right now isn’t real!”

He walked out into the storm until they were mere inches apart. “Go home, Blaine.”

“No”

The next thing he knew Blaine’s lips were on his and he was a willing participant in the movie cliché of a big emotional first kiss in a driving rainstorm

“He was never my Blaine.” Sebastian was relieved the drugs seemed to have done their magic or else his extremely perceptive grandmother would’ve noticed the melancholy behind his words.

He should’ve known better.

“He has always been your Blaine. He is your soul mate, my darling boy.”

MEANWHILE…BACK IN NYC

When Santana entered Blaineland she was ecstatic to see the Boy Wonder stretched out on one of the insanely comfortable couches in the lounge, not locked in the studio singing a song of lost love and heartbreak.

She knew Kurt would be gone. Upon learning what Ray and his friends from the restaurant had to say, Annabelle called her boss. By the time they were done eating she had a message from him to head over to Vogue. Anna Wintour (not Isabelle Wright) was on the warpath and called a return to the office at once or I will consider it your immediate resignation meeting of the entire Men’s Wear Division.

Damn, to be a fly on a wall during that meeting. Or better yet, the one behind closed doors Kurt didn’t know was coming.

She pulled open the sliding door to the lounge and heard a song coming through the speakers she hadn’t heard before. Blaine usually shared what he was working on, asking for opinions.

I've spent all of the love I saved We were always a losing game Small town boy in a big arcade I got addicted to a losing game

Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh All I know, all I know Loving you is a losing game

How many pennies in the slot? Givin' us up didn't take a lot I saw the end 'fore it begun Still, I carried, I carried, I carried on

Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh All I know, all I know Loving you is a losing game

I don't need your games, game over

I’m getting off this rollercoaster

“Hey!” Santana snapped out of her thoughts to see a wide-eyed, smiling Blaine pointing at the bags she was carrying. “Is that my dinner? I’m starving!”

“Oh, yeah, here” she said while handing him the first bag. “I’m sure it’s still hot since Antonio knew it was for you, but I’ll heat it up if it’s not. Where’s Kurt?” Yes, she knew, but it would’ve seemed odd if she didn’t ask.

“No longer my concern” Blaine answered before taking a bite of his Stromboli which was immediately followed by sounds similar to those in pornos. “So damn good!”

🎉🎉🎉ABOUT FUCKING TIME!!!🎉🎉🎉

She wasn’t heartless. Break ups hurt! But Klaine should have ended when Kurt left Dalton.

No, after Kurt graduated. They all knew (even if they’d never admit it) after Rachel’s suspension, Blaine was the only reason the New Directions beat the TroubleTones at Sectionals. If the TroubleTones won there wouldn’t have been a merger. No merger, no National Championship.

No, if Klaine split when Kurt graduated, there’d be no Blam, and those two nerds belonged together. They were like platonic soulmates.

Sucked for Blaine and his actual soulmate, Sebastian (not going to lie…still a bit of a mindfuck), but they’re most likely in a right person/wrong time loop. Their problem was finding the right time.

“Santana, earth to Santana. What’s in the other bag?”

Shit! How long had she zoned out? “It’s a gift for you from Annabelle.” She pulled a six pack of high-end beer out of the bag. “A thank you for sending Sir Knight that bottle of booze with the Cronuts. She had no idea Courvoisier in his coffee was one of Smythe’s favorite things. Made him less grouchy in the mornings.”

“Glad to be of service. Why don’t I get a couple of frosted mugs out of the ice cream freezer in the concession stand? The ones we used for ice cream floats last weekend?”

“Let me do it while you finish scarfing down your dinner. We can toast to the end of Klaine. Once and for all?”

Blaine sighed but didn’t appear to be distraught by what happened. “Yeah, this time it’s for good. Kurt crossed a line I won’t forgive. And no, I’m not telling you. Or Sam, so don’t think you’ll wait and get it out of him.”

“Whatever, but I’m bringing back popcorn because you and I are having a nice long chat.”

“I wouldn’t expect anything else.”

Santana wasn’t even out of the lounge before her thoughts went into overdrive. What was with the song? Was it the one his professor threatened to fail him for? If it was, the woman is a moron because what she heard was better than anything on radio.

And Blaine didn’t flinch when she mentioned the Courvoisier. He sent Sebastian’s favorite, very expensive, liquor to Sir Knight? That didn’t make sense. He had to know on a subconscious level the two men were the same person. Right?

This was no longer about solving a mystery, assisting with the inevitable downfall of Klaine or unofficially gathering information for her bosses. She was genuinely worried about Blaine falling back into depression (despite his current mood saying otherwise). What she needed to do was get Blaine to trust her beyond what they’d been building these past few weeks so he’ll let her in. She had a plan, not one she was happy with, but a plan none the less.

But first, there was some pressing business to attend to. From what Annabelle told her, Kurt was going to catch hell for his earlier tantrum. Not $1 million hell, but hell all the same with a firm warning next time the NDA would be enforced. While that was fine for Vogue and the Sebastian end of this mess, it didn’t mean Hummel couldn’t talk shit at NYADA. Paint Blaine as the villain in the breakup like the first time.

Fortunately, she had a contact at NYADA. One she made when she needed help exposing the not drug dealer but so much better…I mean worse. They hadn’t talked, which of course meant hooked up, in a while. Still, Santana was certain her former booty call would want in on this.

From Santana: I could use some help. It’s not Berry this time but Hummel.

Not even 30 seconds later

From Cassie J: Just tell me what to do, Hot Stuff. All I ask is you make it hurt. That guy is an asshole

From Santana: Thought I’d let you dole out your own special brand of punishment. Be creative

From Cassie J: 😈😈😈 You do owe me for not filming Brody getting his face punched in

By the time she returned, Blaine was done eating. All was forgiven for her taking so long when he saw the large pile of candy on the tray with the mugs and popcorn. “Yes!” he cheered as he grabbed one of the buckets of popcorn and dumped two boxes of chocolate covered raisins into it.

“Thought we’d be nice and get rid of the candy before Trouty started his conditioning program for Magic Mike…and that’s gross” Santana told him while handing him his mug of beer.

“Take it back!”

“Would you prefer disgusting? Horrible? Yucky?”

“Stop!” Blaine hugged his bucket to his chest “Don’t listen to the mean food snob. You are delicious and heavenly and yummy.”

“And you my friend are a weirdo.”

“Awww, thanks for the compliment.” He also responded with both a stuck-out tongue and a middle finger.

“You seem awfully perky for a guy who ended a 3 year on/off relationship 2 hours ago. Does this mean ice cream and a Notebook marathon won't be necessary?” Something she said rattled her newly single friend, but he quickly recovered. “Sure you’re ok?”

“I'm great. Maybe ice cream later but it’s a big fat NO on The Notebook.”

She'd forgotten Hummel's choices for movie night were always either Moulin Rouge or The Notebook. OOPS...big, big OOPS. Time to change the subject. "Ready to talk?”

“No”

“Too bad, but you’ll be happy to hear I don’t want to talk about your telenovela worthy love life. I want to talk about me.”

"The notoriously private Santana Lopez wants to share with little old me? Or maybe, (air quotes) talk is code for gush over how gorgeous Annabelle is. I might be gay but I ain’t blind.”

“You also kiss Rachel Berry when you’re drunk, so can I get this out while we’re still on our first beers?” Mentioning the memory from the first time they met earned her not one but two middle fingers. She’d never seen the former prep school boy give one and in less than 5 minutes he had flashed her three! Impressive and, for some unknown reason, hilarious.

When their giggling ended, Blaine asked “In all seriousness, what’s going on? Do you want to quit and don’t know how to tell my parents?”

“No!” she said loud enough to startle them both. “I love this job. It’s the best thing to happen to me in a long, long time. It’s…” Santana stopped to take a deep breath. This was so much harder than she anticipated. “I’m not going to apologize, but I want to come clean…

“You and Sam have been trying to prove Sir Knight was Sebastian for the past 2 weeks and my parents asked you to spy on me as one of your unofficial duties?”

Well, fuck!!! “You knew?”

“Of course, I knew. I’m NightBird. I told you guys multiple times to stop trying to prove Sir Knight was Sebastian. Remember? You two should be embarrassed by how pathetically bad you were at being discrete. Right now, I can’t bring myself to call Sam the Blond Chameleon. And I don’t know what superhero name he gave you, but it should be the Detectable Detective.”

“That’s a terrible name!”

“There’s a push pin board full of 3x5 cards on the other side of your giant dry erase calendar in the office. How do I know? You were constantly leaving the door open! Next time you’re gonna spy on me at least make it challenging. As far as my parents are concerned, when Mom went from calling every other hour to every other day, it wasn’t hard to figure out.”

“But…”

“My mother’s calls weren’t only to add shit to her To Do List. She always, not-so-subtly, tried to sneak in questions about school and Kurt and June and my Showcase…and so on and so on. When my parents hired you, and Mom’s calls dropped off? What other excuse was there?” Blaine put down his popcorn to high-five himself. “NightBird for the win!”

“I repeat, you…are…a…weirdo but I suppose the lovable kind. And your mom? She and your dad are worried about you. The week they were here, you were…I don’t know the word. Discombobulated, maybe?”

“Good word.”

“Thanks. Don’t be upset with them. They never pushed, but to be fair, I told them several times I needed more information before I would be comfortable sharing something. I did tell them Kurt said you had a bad meeting with your songwriting professor right before they arrived.”

“Bad is nowhere close to describing that catastrophe.”

“Can I ask a question?”

“I thought we were supposed to talk about you?”

“We will…after my question. Was the song playing when I came home…”

“It was.”

“Then your professor is out of her fucking mind if she threatened to fail you. Although, we heard this from Hummel and I’m not accepting anything out of his mouth as truth for the foreseeable future.”

“Kurt was telling the truth. And Katie didn’t threaten to fail me because she didn’t like the song. Tana, NYADA is a college. In college, professors assign projects on which students are graded. A major part of the grade is how well the professor’s directions/instructions are followed. I knew my song wasn’t what Katie asked for, but I brought it to her anyway.”

“Why?”

“Because writer’s block is a bitch.”

“What did she want?”

“A love song.”

Really? A love song? Weren’t 99% of songs love songs? How hard could it be? “What I heard was a love song…technically.”

“Katie’s description was cry for help to get out of a toxic relationship. She wanted Hallmark Valentine’s Day. And as simple as write a love song sounds, I haven’t been able to write one all year.”

Ok, scratch her previous thoughts. “Maybe you’re not a love song writer. Lots of songs…hey! Loser Like Me isn’t a love song.”

“Last Spring, while Katie liked all the songs I submitted during my audition, the one she loved, and made me the first Freshman accepted to the NYADA Advanced Songwriter’s Workshop, was a love song. Not Hallmark Valentine’s Day, but a love song.” Without prompting, Blaine grabbed his tablet and a song began playing through the speakers.

He drowns in his dreams An exquisite extreme, I know He's as damned as he seems But more heaven than my heart can hold

And if I try to save him My whole world could cave in It just ain't right No, it just ain't right

Oh and when I don't know I don't know what he's after But he's so beautiful Such a beautiful disaster

But if we could hold on Through both the tears and the laughter Would it be beautiful? Or just another beautiful disaster?

He's magic and myth As strong as what I believe A tragedy with More damage than a soul should see But do I try to change him When it’s so hard not to blame him

Or do I hold on tight Baby, hold me tight

He ended it there. “It’s not the whole song but…” His melancholy expression was back. “You and Katie are the only people I’ve ever shared this with.”

Santana was blown away by both Blaine’s admission and the song itself. “Two questions, then I promise on my one and only pair of Jimmy Choos, no more. You submitted this for your NYADA audition last year…Spring of your Senior year?”

“Yes”

“When did you write it?”

Without hesitation he answered, “Three days after I had eye surgery.”

Holy shit, you wrote a love song for Sebastian Smythe less than a week after he nearly blinded you? and a thousand other questions popped into her head, but she was keeping her promise. “I’ll get us each another beer and fresh mug. If you want to change into something more comfortable, do it quick. However, we’re calling Trouty before the fun begins. He was insufferable when Annabelle confirmed he was right about Sir Knight. NightBird needs to bring his ass down a peg or two.”

ACROSS TOWN

The sound of the loft’s door closing gave Kurt the first moment of peace he’d felt all day. How could his entire life crumble in less than 12 hours?

He and Blaine had the worst fight they’d ever had. Then he was kicked out of the brownstone and before he’d even made it to the subway, he received an email from Vogue announcing an emergency meeting. Attached was a note instructing him to first report to Isabelle’s office. His response was “Oh shit, this is going to be baaaaaad.”

Underestimation of the century

Isabelle told him (actually yelled) the company (meaning Anna Wintour) was informed he breeched his NDA and the only reason he hadn’t been fired was Sebastian’s management wanted to use him as an example. She also explained (while still yelling) how when she realized the model for the photoshoot was his high school nemesis, she’d wholeheartedly agreed to exclude him SO SHIT LIKE THIS DIDN’T HAPPEN!!!!!

Then…as his quote/unquote punishment, the bitch from Blaine’s basement, the Meerkat’s manager’s assistant, forced him to beg her not enforce the $1 million NDA…in front of the entire Men’s Wear Division! Following his humiliation, the rest of the staff was informed Vogue was aware of other leakers. They were currently in the process of positively identifying the culprits.

It helped to know he wasn’t the only one in trouble.

But then…he was escorted back to Isabelle’s office for a video meeting with Carmen Thibodeaux of all people.

WTF???

June Dolloway called her (from France?!) The influential donor demanded proof the school was teaching the importance of confidentiality, especially for big budget projects, as part of their curriculum. If proof couldn’t be produced within one week, she’d find a new outlet for her charitable donations. While Carmen had no idea what June’s barely vailed threat related to, she was aware he was the catalyst behind it. Meaning, if she received another call from Blaine’s former mentor, he’d be expelled. Like with Vogue, this was his one and only warning.

“Kurt! Kurt! Damn it, listen to me! Why did I, your best friend and roommate, find out Blaine dumped you from the NYADA’s gossip blogs? Also, the reason he hasn’t been in classes all week is because he quit school to join June in Paris? I though he was excused from classes for the anniversary of the shooting at McKinley. And why won’t Blaine answer my calls or texts? My phone has been blowing up for hours with people wanting details!”

“Slow down. What are you talking about?”

Rachel held her tablet in front of his face. “See for yourself.”

As Kurt began to scroll, he felt his knees buckle. Fortunately, he was able to lean back against the door and slide to the floor before he collapsed. While Blaine might have been angry, but he wouldn’t do something this cruel. “Where are they getting this bullshit?”

“Every blog cites their source as a reliable faculty member. If this was about me, I’d guess Cassie July, but I think she likes you…or at least tolerates you.”

“We’ve got to find a way to…to…” Kurt’s train of thought screeched to a halt when he realized the majority of comments congratulated Blaine on moving to Paris as well as ridding yourself of a jealous and bitter (ex) boyfriend. “They’re lying!”

“Blaine didn’t dump you? Or quit NYADA? Or is moving to Paris? All of them? Some of them? Any of them? Give me something to work with.”

Kurt took a moment to mentally outline the day’s events. While Vogue and NYADA were his priorities, they wouldn’t be Rachel’s. “Yes, Blaine and I fought but it was the Me…” he snapped his jaw shut to adjust his wording. Then it dawned on him. There was no way he could explain his side to Rachel, or anyone, without mentioning Sebastian or Sir Knight.

And if he mentioned Sebastian or Sir Knight, he'd be expelled from NYADA, lose his job and made to pay a $1 million fine.

“Kurt! Kurt! Damn it, listen to me!”

Didn’t she screech those exact words a couple of minutes ago? “What now?”

“You didn’t hear our phones going off?”

“What is it? More vicious rumors?”

“No, even bigger! Every day next week all NYADA students are required to attend seminars on both professionalism and legal issues in the entertainment industry. Classes are canceled tomorrow so the administration can prepare faculty and staff. This makes no sense.”

Oh no, it made perfect sense. Something else he couldn’t tell his bestie.

“I don’t know any more than you do, Rach. I am thankful classes are canceled tomorrow. It gives me time to find out what the hell is going on with these blogs.”

It also gave him time to think of a way to get back into his boyfriend’s good graces. If he could, Blaine could charm Carmen, June, Smythe’s Bitch, Isabelle and probably even Anna Wintour into dropping all the expulsion, firing and $1 million threats. He could also put an end to all the ridiculous rumors on those stupid blogs. They’d have to believe the man himself over some supposedly reliable source.

It shouldn’t be that hard to win Blaine back…again. They were Klaine, future husbands and soulmates. He just needed a plan…something big. No, it had to be HUGE.

And he had the perfect idea.

RETURNING TO THE BROWNSTONE

A quick call to Sam turned into moving to the theater and hooking up Santana’s phone to the projector. Besides NightBird’s analysis of the mistakes Blond Chameleon made during the Sir Knight investigation (which shouldn’t matter because he was right), and Blaine’s play-by-play of his breakup with Kurt, they also spent time listening to Stevie and Stacy describing, in great detail, what they were doing for their birthday party on Saturday. The twins also insisted on giving their suggestions for Santana’s superhero name after she scoffed at Blam’s recommendations.

She rejected (albeit much nicer) theirs as well but admitted she kind of liked Vicious Vixen. When Blaine told her it sounded like a villain’s name, she liked it even more.

They were ready to sign off when it happened. Blaine turned his phone back on and it began to ping like crazy. He had 127 unanswered texts and his voicemail was full. Every single attempt at contacting him came from someone he knew at NYADA. He found a text from Rachel and HOLY SHIT!

“Why would all these blogs say I quit NYADA and am moving to Paris?”

Sam laughed at his best friend’s question. “I’d be more concerned how they know you dumped Kurt. Wait a minute…Satan, you’re awfully quiet.”

“Why are you calling me Satan…Lips?”

“Because I can see the little devils sitting on your shoulders.”

Blaine turned to face her and noticed a snarky smile beginning to form. A smile so familiar but not from his present company. “What did you do, Satan?”

“Hey, I was helping you Blainers. I, or someone I know at NYADA, got your side of the story out there first. And because of my brilliance, and Annabelle raining hell down on Vogue, especially Hummel, he can’t defend himself without mentioning Smythe. Of course, he could lie or…” Blaine hugged her so tight it nearly knocked the wind out of her.

Sam excused himself and ended the video chat. He’d get the rest of the story later.

When they separated and stretched out in the recliners, Blaine maintained contact by taking her hand in his and resting them on the joint arm rest. “Thank you” he said just loud enough for Santana to hear.

“No problem, Kid.”

Blaine let out something between a snort and a chuckle. “Sometimes Cooper calls me Kid. It’s one of his least annoying nicknames for me.”

“I’m sorry. I know you and your brother…”

“We tried but there’s too much…much…yeah, we tried. Or at least I did. And I didn’t mind when you said it. It was kind of endearing, just don’t make it a habit.”

“You do realize I will now call you Kid as much as I call Sam Trouty?”

“Duh.” Silence crept in, neither of them knowing how to transition their conversation until Blaine said “If you want to go to bed and continue this tomorrow evening…”

“No, I want to tell you today but if you’re tired…”

“You really think my OCD brain is going to shut down and let me sleep after everything that happened to me today? I made the suggestion because you have a long day tomorrow. Aren’t the contractors and Habitat for Humanity showing up at 9AM? It’s later than you think.”

Santana reached for her phone and grimaced when she saw the time. Her original plan was to be asleep by now, but she knew if she didn’t get out what she needed to say before she and Blaine went their separate ways, she wouldn’t do it. And if she didn’t open up to Blaine, the chances of him opening up to her were zero.

She turned to face the blank screen. The last thing she needed was Blaine’s damn puppy-dog eyes. “You remember when I came out and I told everyone my parents were ok with it then I told my Abuela and she…wasn’t?”

“Yes”

“Well, my father wasn’t as ok as my mom or I believed. Over time my Abuela, his mother, was able to bring him to her side.”

“Oh, Santana…”

“Don’t…I’ve got to get this all out.” Blaine squeezed her hand as a sign he understood. “My mom gave me money at graduation to help me get a start somewhere outside of Lima. I should’ve taken the hint she thought Kentucky was a bad idea.”

“Every time I came back to visit Britt or hijack a part in Grease from an actual student…someone must have been the Unique’s understudy. Anyway, every time I went back to Lima, my father became more and more distant. It wasn’t until I told my parents I was dropping out of college and moving to NYC that he confronted me about my life choices. When I came back for Schuster’s non-wedding, I was hoping to talk but he told me not to come back.”

“Believe it or not, I grew up in a traditional What the man says goes household. My mom could never stand up to him but I’m pretty sure she knew from the time I learned to talk that one day I’d be able to. It’s why she spent my entire childhood scraping money together to get me out of Lima. But what seemed like a lot of money in Ohio was nothing in NYC. Even with forcing myself on Berry and Hummel for a place to live, and how hard I tried to save, it was gone after a year. What I made at the diner barely covered my share of food and utilities. There was no way I could pay next month's rent."

“Then Yeast-I-Stat asked me to do another commercial. I know I said I’d never do another one after I became a meme with the Yeast in my bagel, not in my muffin line. But when I said I wanted to move out of the loft for my sanity, I didn’t mean to the streets. I talked to Dani about moving in with her, but she said she didn’t think it was a good idea. Guess now I know why. So, I agreed to do the commercial under the condition there were no memeable lines in the script.”

“Next thing I know I’m in a corn field in Iowa reading I’ve got a corn cob and some batteries.”

Blaine sat up so quickly the footstool on his recliner folded down on its own. “You have got to be shitting me! Is this why you were back a week early?”

“No and yes. May I continue?” Blaine returned to his stretched-out position, retaking her hand as his answer to her continue question.

“I left immediately but in doing so I had to pay for my own plane ticket. It left $1.38 in my bank account. When I got home, I dropped off my stuff and went to the diner to try to get a shift as soon as possible. Instead, you know what happened…Dani…the Taylor Swift number…I punched Brenda. What you don’t know is I didn’t quit the diner due to pride. I was told either I quit or they’d call the cops. There wasn’t a choice.”

“On my way back to the loft, I decided to ask Mercedes to let me sleep on the couch for a while. I hadn’t asked before because I assumed there was no room since she had you and Sam crammed into a glorified closet. When I got home, Hummel was screaming about some photoshoot and how he was on his way to see you. I thought Great, I can talk to Mercedes but instead she was gone. Your parents had bought the brownstone…yay!...but were enforcing a strict no roommates rule…shit!”

“Then we found Blaineland so your parents flew out the next day. And for some reason, your mom and I clicked. She kept adding to her list and I knew immediately what she wanted and how she wanted it done. And then Sammy got Magic Mike and you were all pouty…because of your songwriting class, I get that now. Next thing I know I’m being asked if I want to move in and help out. On top of that, your parents were going to pay me and give me a household budget to run.

“So, not only did I not have to pay rent, but I also didn’t have to pay for utilities, or my cell phone…or food. Blaine, your parents saved me. You…saved…me. I will never be able to properly thank you.” Her eyes were stinging so bad she opened them to let the tears finally flow. In front of her face was a handkerchief. “You carry handkerchiefs?”

“You’ve never noticed I’m a big crybaby?” She turned to him and sure enough, Blaine’s eyes were brimmed in red. “While I appreciate you telling me all this, why did you?”

“I thought if I trusted you my deepest darkest secret, you might find a way to trust me with yours. I know you have secrets between not only you and Sebastian but you and the Warblers…”

“Santana, I can’t. I’m sorry.”

While she thought he might be apprehensive, she never expected a flat-out refusal. “Can I at least ask why?”

“Because for any of it to make sense I would have to tell you another secret. That is the secret I will never tell you. The person involved doesn’t know and it would destroy them if they found out.”

“What do you mean destroy? That doesn’t…”

As much as he didn’t want to say anything else, Blaine knew there was only one way to get Santana to drop it. “It’s Brittany. I’m protecting Brittany. She’s not in danger or anything. It’s just…she’s this precious unicorn, or bi-corn, and I can’t hurt her like that. Santana…”

“I’ll never ask again.” And she meant it.

“Thank you. And to demonstrate I do trust you, you can ask one, and only one, question about Sebastian that doesn’t involve the Warblers. Dig deep my friend, dig deep.”

“Oh Kid, there is only one question. Was he as good in bed as he wanted people to believe?” Blaine folded his arms behind his head and smiled the biggest smile she’d ever seen.

“It was a dark and stormy night….”

“Oh my God! You really did sleep with him?”

“Do you want to hear this or not?”

“Wait, we need more popcorn. I’ll even put chocolate covered raisins in yours.”

NOTES:

I chose Hailee Steinfeld as Sebastian’s co-star because she’s an actress/singer, 5’8’’ tall, has wavy brown hair, expressive eyes and is part Filipino. Sound familiar? I am ignoring the fact she was only 17 at this time and picturing her being around the age of Kate Bishop, her character on Hawkeye.

Arcade: William Douglas, Burr Knox, Duncan De Moor, Joel Nils, Anders Sjoo, Wouter H Hardy 2021

Beautiful Disaster (Kelly Clarkson live version): Matthew Wilder, Rebecca Johnson 2003

I’ve got a corn cob and some batteries is a tribute to Alex Newell’s Tony winning role in the musical Shucked. Congratulations Unique!

This chapter is dedicated to @akfanficlove on AO3. A picture of Grant in A Single Thread of Silver (pulled me to you) inspired me to write Sebastian’s movie role as James Bond’s son. The fic is part of her Seblaine: AKids!-AU Collection. They are all fluff-filled quick reads. I HIGHLY recommend all 10 but If Only is my favorite.

#seblaine fic #blaine anderson #sebastian smythe

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pinguinosentado · 1 year

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I was playing fallout 4 last night and heard the story about the guy pretending to throw grenades and making the noises and I could imagine raiders going back to nightshade and telling her this story and her just thinking that she is surrounded by idiots. I wondered how you thought this would go down. Sorry if it's a stupid ask, I have been rereading better lucky than good and I love nightshade.

This is an amazing ask and I had far too much fun answering it. I'm tempted to make this part of the story. Enjoy the exact moment Nightshade decided it was time to retire.

Nightshade was rarely at a loss for words; she liked to think that was part of her charm. Now, lounging in the shade of Easy City Downs, she found herself with absolutely nothing to say. The crowd gathering near the gate was similarly silent. Everyone within earshot was listening to the story with the same morbid fascination.

"So, anyway, then he starts throwin' rocks, screamin' they was grenades. Almost hit Steve in the head - could've taken his eye out! We was going to start shootin' at him, but then he starts shoutin' like they was goin' off. KABOOM! BLAM!"

Some of the other raiders exchanged glances. Nightshade could hear the wheels turning in their head, like the squeaking of a battered shopping cart as it rolled through the parking lot. Listening to the story was a lot like watching that cart pick up speed and, with magnetic precision, angle itself in the direction of the brand new Tesla parked three spaces away from every other vehicle.

“We thought he was high on Jet or somethin’. Would’ve just let him pass out in the alley and taken his caps but then he starts comin’ at us.”

The crowd made the noises required of a sufficiently engrossed audience. It was around this moment that Nightshade’s brain decided to switch on, helpfully reminding her of where these exemplary individuals had been posted and what they were supposed to have been doing this afternoon. Her inner monologue read it off with less inflection than those reporters who had announced the world was ending all those years ago.

“What were we supposed to do?”

Despite there being more guns than working brain cells in the group, no one seemed to remember what they were for. It was probably better than the alternative - most raiders tried to solve every problem they encountered with a bullet.

“He starts shouting about artillery and picks up a brick. I swear, he jumped six feet in the air when it hit the ground, screamin’ at the top of his lungs. BOOO - and then he cuts off, right, and starts going EEEEEEEE. You know? Like somethin’ blows up and then your ears do that thing? And then! Then he starts mouthin’ words. We just watched him for a bit, then he starts yellin’ in a deep voice. It was somethin’. Really good stuff. Made me feel like I’d actually lost my hearing.”

When Nightshade was first exploring the Commonwealth, she remembered being terrified of everything, including raiders. That fear had aged somewhat poorly but now an old fear began to rear its ugly head, and that fear was radiation sickness.

“Well, I got my gun out and took a shot at him, right?” This was where Nightshade felt her most invested, suddenly and unaccountably terrified that the world had lost some of its color. “Figures the damn thing misfires.” With how badly raiders took care of their equipment, it was a miracle every time a bullet went out of the gun the right way. “I’m trying to fix it, smashin’ it around, tryin’ to clean it, and he just runs into an alley. We all thought he was gone for good.

“Then we start hearin’ noises from the alley. Weird, inhuman ones, like a ghoul munchin’ on a tin can. A second later, he comes screamin’ out, makin’ this awful noise, hands out like this, like he was ridin’ a bike or somethin’. Does this skid thing into the middle of the street and stares us down, makin’ noises like vrum, vruuuuum.”

Some part of Nightshade’s brain was supplying the word ‘motorcycle’ and another part was trying to push a working one to the top of her hierarchy of needs, along with a leather jacket and a dozen other accessories.

“Then, RHEEEEEEEE! And he comes sprintin’ right at us! Full pelt! Thought he was gonna run us down but he swerves around us, throwin’ another rock grenade at us. Hit Bill right in the face as he was goin’ to grab him, didn’t it, Bill?”

Bill said something which sounded a lot like a man who was regretting the fact that he had not ducked in time and was now forced to speak from behind a thick cloth and his own hand.

“Anyway, I goes to grab the supplies but he swipes ‘em out from under me! And then he kicks all this gravel up in my face! I swear, I’ve never seen anyone’s legs go that fast! It wasn’t human.”

The other raiders seemed to take this in stride, remarking that their comrades seemed to be lucky to get out of the firefight alive.

“And you know what he shouts as she leaves? He says ‘Diamond City thanks you for your donation!’”

The conversation devolved from there, though it hardly seemed possible from an objective point of view. Nightshade had been quietly anticipating the end and was now forced to reconcile the internal shuffling of poker chips that was now occurring. She had made a bet with herself and lost, which was always a painful experience because you couldn’t break the cheater’s kneecaps unless you were very determined to make the point.

She stared at the milling crowd and made up her mind. This was it. This was the day she retired.

Two hours later, she was standing inside Diamond City’s walls, climbing her way to the upper stands. In the olden days, there had been such a thing as a pension or a retirement account. Modern workers would have been unfamiliar with the concept but Nightshade had prepared well for her eventual move into civilian life. She had set aside stashes of caps, prepared a dozen safehouses in case she needed to lie low, and had three separate boats ready to depart at a moment's notice.

But all of that paled in comparison to the prospect now before her, a setup so perfect she could not have planned it, with unlimited caps and an unassailable level of safety and security: crashing on Olivia’s couch.

#anon thank you so much for the prompt #i'm glad i was able to get to it today #and thank you for reading i'm always happy to hear people are enjoying the dumb stories i come up with #pinguino answers #oc: nightshade

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daltonblaine · 2 years

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do you happen to have any fic recs? 👀

honestly i constantly need fic recs as well but yes here are couple off the top of my head !!

The Hating Game (E | 48k) - i never thought i'd see an enemies to lovers coworkers au be pulled off for klaine but this fic delightfully—and very humorously—proved me wrong... kicked my feet and twirled my hair reading this <3

Careful what you wish for (T | 31k) - speaking of enemies to lovers, this is a pre-relationship klaine college au body swap fic with elements of enemies to lovers. normally i stay away from body swap aus but this one had wacky early 2000s modern sci-fi movie vibes and i loved it !!

Spinning Out (E | 56k) - something about klaine makes me read tropes i normally don't read ^_^ klaine friends with benefits college au whose humor & banter was so fun to read !! cw MISCOMMUNICATION + explicit nsfw as the trope always entails

Above All Things (M | 51k) - i'm absolutely not surprised that klaine moulin rouge aus exist. i've yet to decide if this pairing + au even works but i just love this movie 😭

Once Upon (E | 53k) - speaking of movie aus... klaine enchanted au where blaine is the darling prince and kurt is the slightly jaded new yorker! what perfect casting...

Karaoke Curiosities (E | 15k) - this new york au klaine fic satisfies a very specific part of my heart that loves the almost non-existent blaine & santana friendship. i love how effortless the writing style of this is + blaine is a little clueless in this fic LOL

Carry Me Home (M | 8k) - one of my favorite types of fics is character studies and this one explores blaine's relationship with Relationships™, and kurt's too tangentially

but just maybe (T | 5k) - this is a s2/3? canon-divergent blam fic but this genuinely. TRULY. rattled me to the CORE when i read it for the first time. even just the fic summary (I’m sixteen, he thinks, and wonders if anyone else holds onto their age like a mantra.) is SUCH a punch to the gut and i literally felt disoriented after finishing it

i'll tell you the truth (but never goodbye) (G | 11k) - another blam fic that's a s4 canon-divergent fake dating au that's just generally really sweet ^_^

#they're all from pretty recent years LOL #and also mostly klaine #ask #anonymous #fic recs

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jimclassicstoycollection · 2 years

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Transformers

War For Cybertron

Kingdom

Voyager Class

Inferno

by Hasbro (2021)

Kingdom Inferno was part of the second wave of the Kingdom line; I got this figure through Amazon in mid April of 2021.

Kingdom Inferno is a modest retool of Kingdom Grapple.

Collector’s Card:

Since these Kingdom collector’s card are randomly packed Inferno came with Dinobot. I’m not a fan of these randomly packed cards.

I love the idea of including collector’s card among these figures but do not like of them being randomly packed. Provide the correct card with the right figure, so that collector’s can get the card they want with the corresponding figure they want.

Vehicle Mode:

Inferno is a fire truck. And is red.

It’s a copy/paste of Earthrise Grapple (link at the bottom of the page), minus the crane boom in substitute of a telescoping ladder.

The fire engine rolls well, and it looks okay; it’s a serviceable vehicle mode.

WHOOOOSH!!!!! Water effects!

Comparing Kingdom Inferno with Universe Inferno’s vehicle mode I have to say...I prefer the Universe version...

Yes, the Kingdom one is ‘Gee Wuun accurate’ (which I actually do lean towards) I just like the bigger, bulkier more realistic one from Universe.

Comparing Kingdom Inferno to Earthrise Prime it’s a pretty small alt mode...

Transformation:

Transformation is easy, and exactly like Earthrise Grapple (link at the bottom). It’s simple and not so different from his original G1 toy (which I have in storage)

Robot Mode:

This is a cool robot mode. I dig this design.

I love this head sculpt. In my opinion G1 Inferno has one of the best head sculpts in all of Transformers, and the Kingdom version looks pretty great too.

Blam! Blam! Blam!!!!

Grapple & Inferno. The heads at different.

Inferno next to Earthrise Optimus. He could stand a bit taller.

Again, I like the size of the Unverse Inferno better, but the Kingdom’s robot better.

‘Awww Red, don’t be actin’ like that!”

Accessories:

Inferno’s accessories include:

-The collector’s card (obviously)

-one black gun

-one 5mm post nozzle gun

-one 5mm socketed nozzle gun

-two 5mm port rolled up hoses

Final Thoughts:

At the end of the day Kingdom Inferno is a fun toy! It can pose, it can stand, it’s got cool accessories, this toy can offer a lot of fun. My only real issue is that he’s too small.

To see my review of Earthrise Grapple please click on the link below.

https://jimclassicstoycollection.tumblr.com/post/628913959541653504/transformerswar-for-cybertron-earthrise-voyager

#toys #action figures #transformers #war for cybertron #kingdom #inferno #autobot #hasbro

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Hey , so in your opinion what are the songs sung by your fave characters ( and rachel too , I know you don't like her but I would like to hear your thoughts for her too ) that you feel define them and their journey or whenever you hear those songs , you feel like it's just so them .

hi anon! i love this ask! thank you for it <3

so my favorite characters are kurt, blaine, mercedes, sam, santana, quinn, and finn, and i'll do rachel as well as you've asked. if there are others you want to hear about, def let me know and i'll do those too!

kurt: being alive, as if we've never said goodbye, rose's turn, i want to hold your hand, defying gravity, i have nothing, i'm still here

the thing w kurt solos is that they're all so well chosen to encapsulate parts of his story. i could've put most of them on this list, but these are the ones that stick out to me. being alive is like...the kurt thesis statement, imo. the other ones i chose, like rose's turn, i want to hold your hand, and i have nothing, represent some of his most significant relationships, namely the ones with burt and blaine. as if we’ve never said goodbye, defying gravity, and i’m still here just feel....like what i think of when i think of kurt. his strength, his compassion, and his resilience in the face of hardship.

blaine: cough syrup, my dark side, somewhere only we know, fighter, heroes, don't stop me now, raise your glass, last friday night, all of me

the range in blaine's songs.... so we've got things like cough syrup, fighter, and my dark side that are poignant representations of his headspace. the first two, in particular, are very important for me because they do some good character work for blaine in s3. songs like somewhere only we know and all of me are representative of blaine's love for kurt, which...given that this character was literally created for that purpose, i think that's something important to note. heroes is one of my fav blam duets and a great representation of their friendship. and raise your glass and last friday night are two of my favorite gcvs ever and songs i associate with blaine.

mercedes: and i am telling you i'm not going, beautiful, i look to you, river deep, mountain high, i will always love you, disco inferno, colorblind, someday we'll be together

and i am telling you is.....the best encapsulation of mercedes jones ever imo. that's what i associate her with, and that's something she will forever be remembered for. her power when performing is one of my favorite things, as demonstrated in disco inferno and river deep, mountain high. but we've also got songs like beautiful, i will always love you, and colorblind, where we get to see a softer, more vulnerable side of her. i look to you represents her faith and her relationship with god. and someday we'll be together is such a perfect final solo for her, such a wonderful representation the connections she made and the relationships she built in glee club, and the way she feels about them.

sam: billionaire, lucky, human nature, heroes, time after time

while doing this i realized....sam really does not have many solos, tbh. he does way more duets, and i think he really shines on all of them. billionaire represents a really significant part of sam's story to me, his family's issues with money, being homeless, his wish in 3x14 to have enough money to buy his parents a house so they won't ever have to struggle again. the others.... something i associate heavily with sam is his kindness and his support of the people in his life, and i think all four of these encompass it in various aspects.

santana: river deep, mountain high, valerie, landslide, songbird, rumor has it / someone like you, survivor / i will survive, smooth criminal, girl on fire, be okay, alfie

for santana, songs like landslide, songbird, rumor has it / someone like you, and alfie tie so heavily into her journey with brittany and her acceptance. she says so much with these songs, and i think they're a good way to understand why so many people connected with this character and what she represented. river deep, mountain high, valerie, and don't rain on my parade are songs i associate with her and her owning her talent (she also performs the hell out of them). river deep, mountain high (again), smooth criminal, and be okay are huge in encapsulating her friendships and the way she shows up for the people she cares about.

quinn: you keep me hangin' on, never can say goodbye, i feel pretty / unpretty, i'm still standing

we....did not get many quinn solos either, sadly. i feel like you keep me hangin' on and never can say goodbye are huge for her, though. the former juxtaposed w the context of quinn being in a situation she can't get out of, with her pregnancy, is kind of devastating. i love the internality we get from this performance. never can say goodbye being a look back at all her relationships and ending with her standing strong on her own is just....so perfect. i feel pretty / unpretty takes on themes of beauty, image, and appearance, which are pretty central to quinn's character, imo. and i'm still standing, while incredibly ironic, for me symbolizes quinn's strength and resilience in the face of numerous traumas, which i think is an important part of her character.

finn: don't stop believin', i'll stand by you, losing my religion, just the way you are, glory days

don't stop believin' was finn's idea. that little detail in the pilot is so important to me. i love how big this song becomes throughout the series. i'll stand by you feels very emblematic of finn to me, but particularly s1a finn, where he's trying to navigate his own identity alongside his new (perceived) reality as a father. losing my religion.....that's pure finn to me. that's what i think of. just the way you are represents his journey and growth in his relationship with kurt. and glory days....that whole moment with him and puck singing them through graduation feels so celebratory and wonderful.

rachel: don't rain on my parade, get it right, don't stop believin', go your own way, to love you more, make you feel my love, people, glitter in the air, this time

rachel is...not a character i think about very often, so this was a little tricky. but i would have to say dromp, obviously. of all the funny girl songs she sang, this was the highlight for me and so quintessentially rachel. get it right is so vulnerable and heartfelt, and such a good way to represent her feelings. go your own way, to love you more, and glitter in the air are some of my favorite rachel solos, songs i just associate with her. make you feel my love and don't stop believin' are songs that represent finn and their relationship. and people and this time are perfect encapsulations of her relationships with her friends, culminations of what glee club gave her.

#this is so long omg i'm sorry anon #there were a few duets thrown in to round things out bc some characters were light on solos #but tbh i think some duets are just as important as solos for representing a character #also again let me know if you want me to talk about anyone else and i'd be happy to! :)#answered #anonymous #glee

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hiii! can I get a similar scenario like this but with vice dorm leaders and floyd? I love your works!!! I hope you have a nice week <3

Vice Dorm Leaders + Floyd + Valentine's Jealousy

Thank you for this request! It was a while to post this because I kinda forgot the prompt for the previous one, but I hope you enjoy some equally jealous Vice Dorm Leaders and Floyd!

Lilia Vanrouge

Many knew that you were quite famous, and he was well aware of how others saw you too. You weren't one to accept the presents because you had Lilia, but it was hard to reject them most of the time when they'd all gang up on you.

From the day started, you planned out the day. You planned to take an alternate route back to the dorms, but through every step, some student would stop you with a present. With so many eyes on you, it was overwhelming.

A couple of Savanaclaw boys stopped you in your tracks, with the supposed leader of the pack holding a box of chocolates towards you.

"YN! Please accept my gift!"

The sudden approach made you trip and fall on your butt, but before a hand could reach out to help you, the wall of students collapsed. You smelled smoke, supposedly from something burning, but as you looked over it more, it was the students that were burning…

Lilia stood over them, sneering at the other students that looked on. He gave a deep bow, and you noticed that one of his heels dug into the side of the one who wanted to give you a gift.

"Ara ara... as Vice Dorm Leader, there shouldn't be any fleas disturbing the peace."

The bodies of those students were well stepped and pranced over as Lilia prattled on about 'appropriate' rules for a NRC student. His lecture was done, but you found it odd that Lilia cared about the rules at all...

"Now that you get my point, leave."

All students, burnt and normal, scattered when Lilia said that. You were the only one left, and you began to get anxious once more. Surely... Surely your lover wouldn’t punish you too?

As your boyfriend stepped closer, he got on one knee, somehow conjuring a bouquet of flowers? On further inspection, the flower buds appeared to be your favourite snacks on sticks in... a bouquet. Lilia had his mysterious ways, but the silly bouquet got a giggle out of you.

He got up, pulling you by the waist. "I take it as you love your snack bouquet~" He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead. "Happy Valentine's Day YN."

Trey Clover

Trey didn't want you to know that you were well-known so instead of doing anything to the other students, he tells you to stay in your room instead as you wait for him to pick you up for a romantic Valentine's date.

As the morning of Valentine started, he could watch in envy at the other students with present clearly meant for you. He did ask Vil for a favour to doll you up for the date, but he wasn't sure if you were going to stay put with Grim around...

He had to curse himself for getting caught up in one of Professor Crewel's ramblings, but he wouldn't be so rude to get up and leave. If he had to be honest, it was very tempting to do so.

It was finally over, and he tried not to let out a sigh of relief. The moment he walked out of the classroom, he was already frowning at the sight that he saw.

Many surrounded you, but particularly those with sweet treats caught your attention the most. They begged you to try their treats, but you never thought it as anything romantic. As someone who was fond of making sweet treats like Trey, you thought that they were asking for your input instead.

One of the students dared to hand-feed you a piece of the sweet he made. Trey being pissed off was an understatement. Cater, who was busy filming the decorations and vlogging, paused when his camera neared Trey's line of view.

Trey knew he wasn't going to get to you in time, so as he saw the treat inch closer to your mouth, he used his magic to alter the flavour of it. You winced at the bitter flavour unlike the sweet flavour before you expected.

You coughed out the piece you had in your mouth, dropping the food. Your head bumped against someone, and an arm wrapped around you. You relaxed once you felt Trey's familiar scent, but with your ear pressed against his chest, the sound of his thumping heart rang through your ears.

"You really dared to poison YN..."

The students backed away, but with a teacher nearby, they were quickly taken away. Trey didn't mind his little lie, after all, you were adorably blushing in his arms.

"Are you okay my love?" He patted your head, checking you for any injuries. It was only then he realised that you were dolled up, and your cheeks were flushed whenever hi fingers touched your skin.

Trey wasn't usually tongue-tied, but the way you just looked made him speechless.

"H-Happy Valentine's... my gorgeous YN."

Jamil Viper

He was an observant man, so the day before Valentine's he knew who was targeting to give you gifts, even if they hadn't made their intentions public. He never made your relationship public, but he targeted those who thought they were the 'perfect' candidate for your love.

It all began with spreading rumours, particularly about how someone was going to be your fiancé. He only had to wait for the rumours to settle in, and then the chaos would commence...

By the morning of Valentine's, many had gathered at your doorstep leaving gifts but some insisted on waiting for you... like a stalker... Oh well, Jamil could remedy that easily.

He couldn't hypnotise to most due to the limitations of his magic, but he was still good at manipulating those around him. He couldn't help but feel such jealousy towards the other students for getting you such expensive gifts, especially when he could never get those gifts for you himself.

He was so distracted with his jealous thoughts that he missed the moment that you walked out of your room. You were hopeful that your boyfriend Jamil was waiting, but you couldn't hide your disappointment when it wasn't.

The more aggressive 'suitors' caught on to your disappointment, and you shrunk in fear as they approached you.

"Hoi, why are you making that fa-"

BLAM!

Before any insulting things were said, a basketball went flying and hit the student in the head, knocking him flat.

"Get away from her."

Jamil's piercing gaze sent a shiver down everyone's spine, causing them to scram. Even those who had the strength to beat Jamil were outmatched by the sheer bloodlust and the objective authority he had, which was better not to mess with if they valued their school life.

It wasn't long before you jumped into Jamil's arms, which caused both of you to topple over. Your large grin was fitting for Jamil's flustered state, as you bestowed your hero a loving kiss.

Jade Leech

If any student in NRC were to say to their fellow friends that they wanted to confess to YN on Valentine's Day, their friends would ask them if they wanted a death wish. This was because it was a well-known fact that you were dating Jade Leech.

And in NRC, you'd never want to mess with the Leech brothers.

Jade wouldn't want to scare you, but he may have overheard some other people talking about giving you a Valentine's gift. Even if it was out of obligation, he wouldn't allow that.

He could personally alter the ingredients of their drinks so that they'd... fall asleep before any present giving...

You always hung around the Lounge but this time around, Jade didn't allow you to walk out onto the floor, so you accompanied Azul with helping him with his papers. He waited for the serum to kick in, and when they were asleep he informed Azul of some loiterers in the Lounge.

Before they fell asleep, Jade couldn't help himself from revealing his tiny plan to the victims.

"Don't try your chances."

They were quickly disposed of, thanks to Floyd. It'd be better not to mention specifics.

Jade did promise you a romantic date, so you were surprised how much the Lounge changed after hours. The simple candlelight shone on the extravagant meal with Jade's specially brewed tea.

You felt the merman's arms wrap around you, as he leaned down, whispering in your ear. "YN, thank you for being my Valentine."

Floyd Leech

Whoever had the idea to confess to you besides Floyd Leech was asking to die by getting squeezed by a merman.

He wasn't sure how did you gain so much attention, but then he remembered that he'd always glomp you whenever he saw you... and then he remembered that Valentine's was today. Oh well, he'll figure something out.

The person Floyd had his eyes on though, was a student who was part of a band that Azul drove into debt. The entire band then on went to work for the Lounge as entertainters, but how could Floyd trust such a scheming bass player?

He heard from Jade that they were going to practice, but he had an inkling that it would be a confession to you. Only when it comes to you, he's observant.

"Hey YN! I just wanna show you-"

You shrugged off the bassist's enthusiasm. "Sorry... I'm a bit worn out. A lot of people have been giving me presents today."

He still took your hand. "Well... um if it helps you relax, I wrote a song for you!"

"A song?" You inched away since he was too close for comfort, but you'd doubt he'd listen to you since those other students didn't listen to you anyway...

"Hands off my Shrimpy."

Floyd couldn't hold it, watching from the sidelines. Jade told him to stay put, but it was impossible. He grabbed the student by the shoulders, squeezing him until he screamed. Once Floyd saw your worried face, he abandoned every thought of 'torturing' the boy and flung him across the room instead.

It was just his luck that the boy landed in your pile of presents, destroying about half of them. That was the presents dealt with...

You eagerly hugged Floyd, finally seeing him after a long day. Floyd couldn't help but twirl his Shrimpy around, joy filling him from your giggles. Oh well, Valentine's was too materialistic anyway. If he could get a laugh out of you just like this, that was all that mattered to him.

"Love ya Shrimpy~"

Ruggie Bucchi

Having so much responsibility in Savanaclaw meant that he had the slimmest of chances to be with you during Valentine's. Sure, most knew that you were his but there would be those idiots that would approach you regardless of your relationship status.

He gritted his teeth as he thought of all the possible presents he couldn't give you, and others could. The moment he stepped out his body simply shook with envy at how lucky those students were to have the spare money to get you something nice.

It honestly made him feel terrible that he couldn't provide those for you. It really did.

He wasn't one to lash out, but he was a hyena beastman after all. He had his limits. The moment he spotted you, he couldn't stop his tail from wagging. What pissed him off though was the idiocity of the students who can't comprehend that you didn't want to deal with them.

A Scarabia student had been following you around, and it was getting on your nerves. He showed off his 'assets' in front of you, which was embarrassing enough but it really struck a chord when the said student disregarded your beloved Ruggie.

"Surely you have better chances with me than some filthy beastman like him..."

You huffed, your fists shaking. "That's my boyfriend you're talking about!"

The student, of course disregarded you entirely. He grabbed you by the wrist, but in the blink of an eye, his palm was bleeding. There Ruggie was, claws out and holding you in one arm.

"She said she has a boyfriend, scum."

He didn't care how much he'd get punished. Knowing how much the teachers favoured you, they might let it pass... He didn't want to deal with the aftermath, so he lifted you up bridal style and ran with you to the Savanaclaw dorm.

"W-Wait Ruggie! I might be heavy..."

"You're not," He bluntly said, angling his face so he could check you for any injuries. His chest swelled up with pride with how much you defended him. "YN, it's okay though. You didn't have to defend me that much..."

You were not one to stand for your boyfriend to insult himself. You kissed him, surprising him to the point he almost dropped you. As you stared at your confused Ruggie, you comforted him with words he needed to hear the most.

"Ruggie, you're my one and only love."

Rook Hunt

This man had a plan. He had a plan and he planned it the moment he realised Valentine's Day was coming which was roughly after the first few months of dating. He never realised that it would be such a meticulous operation.

He runs the grapevine of gossip, so he knows exactly who to target. Sure... some methods were not as graceful as the Pomefiore standard but he had to do what he had to do.

Valentine's rolled around. D-Day. The D stood for Date... as he highlighted in notes. He'd leave you be, because you were the main star of his plan. His star, his moon, his every- Oh and he caught himself before getting sidetracked...

The first mistake was leaving their presents unattended. The second mistake was going to talk to you.

In a sudden moment, many shrieked at their presents getting vandalised by someone's arrow. It wasn't a humble mistake. Someone was doing this on purpose.

While other students panicked, you had stooped to your knees, observing the words on the shaft of the arrow...

'From YN's boyfriend~'

Oh... Oh Rook... How adorable of you... You thought to yourself. You were surprised that none had caught on so far, but you were sorely mistaken as the person who was about to gift you a bouquet of flowers grabbed you in fear.

"Y-Your boyfriend?! Who is he-" The student shrieked and fell to the ground as an arrow flew past his head, cutting off some of his locks. Then and there, Rook stepped out, bow in hand, bowing to his lady.

"My apologies. I was aiming for your head."

Rook was quick to take you in his arms, but that was not before he oh so graciously stepped on the student's hand. You didn't expect him to-

"You didn't think I would get jealous, Mademoiselle," He laughed, getting on one knee with a rose in hand that you were sure was from another student's bouquet. "Ah, I take it you enjoyed my gift!~"

Unfortunately, it wasn't long before Rook was scolded by some teachers and Vil himself. As much as you thought he would put up with the punishment, that didn't stop the hunter from bringing you to the final date spot, a quiet, peaceful forest date with your favourite hunter.

#twisted wonderland scenarios #twst imagines #twst vice dorm leaders #lilia vanrouge #trey clover #rook hunt #jamil viper #jade leech #floyd leech #ruggie bucchi #twisted wonderland #twst x reader #twst scenarios

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⚠ WHAT IF…? 105 SPOILERS ⚠

Let's do this…

So, it actually was Hank who brought the infection from the quantum realm, uhm.

I gotta say that I felt bad for Scott. He didn't even have time to react and process what was happening.

I just love all the MCU references in this episode. Like Bruce saying “What you mean 'no'?” when Hulk doesn't want to show up.

It was cool that the Cloak of Levitation saved Bruce from Tony, Strange and Wong (Maw and Glaive included).

Peter's introduction video. The ✨ production ✨. Quality.

“I'm not single, I'm saving myself for Thor.” I'm sorry but I want Happy's t-shirt. 😂

Now, I never thought i'd say this but, thank you, Okoye, for killing Sam.

Clint transformed Happy. Blam! WHYYYYY!?? That was not fair.

And Sharon killed him. Uuuuugh.

“I guess this is the end of the line.” Duuuude, poor Bucky, he had to kill his friend, his, pal, his Steve. I--

At least, he kept the shield.

Okay so, Hope basically did with Sharon what the whole internet wanted Scott to do with Thanos (well, kind of) and if I cant stop thinking about it, then neither can you.

Aaaand, she sacrificed because she had a scratch and was feeling kinda sick. Ngl, I was so emotional while she was falling on top of the zombies.

Kurt talking about Baba Yaga was just so funny. I'm sorry, it was.

Scott is fineeeee. Or as fine as his head can be.

And, are we going to talk about how Vision couldn't kill Wanda? And all because he didn't want to lose his wife? These two… *sights*

Also, he was feeding her T'challa. WHAT ON EARTH?

And Scott's joke about Wanda being a man-eater *Daryl Hall & John Oates playing in the background*

Did you hear the Wingardium leviosa? I cackled, no lie.

Vision took off the stone. He fell the same way he did in Infinity War. When Wanda turned him to see his face I swear I pictured him right after Thanos threw his body to the ground.

Now, Bucky and Bruce sacrificed themselves as well to buy the rest some time. Like, I'm still affected by Christine's deaths in the last episode. Why do you do this to me, Marvel?

“In my culture, death is not the end.” I mean, hearing Chadwick saying that again actually made me cry.

And finally *clears throat*, THANOS ZOMBIE IS IN WAKANDA WITH THE GAUNTLET AND SOME STONES. MAN, I NEED TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENS NEXT. I hope there's a part two in the second season.

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Misletoe

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A/N: Working graveyard shifts is going to delay all my posts.

Prompt: Dec 3rd Kiss Me Under The Mistletoe

Fandom: Haikyuu!

Pairing: post time skip Osamu Miya x Reader

Content Warning: Oral sex, p in v sex, fingering, jerking off

Onigiri Miya was always busy, one part due to the amazing food, another due to the incredibly handsome owner. This month was no different, well maybe slightly.

"I thought you weren't the festive type," Osamu said as he watched you placed the Santa on the bench outside the restaurant. Osamu wasn't the flashy type, not like his brother, so his twin popped up in his head immediately when he saw all the decorations.

"Tsumu put you up to this, didn't he?"

"He said it would make a great photo op for couples,” you smiled back at your boyfriend knowing very well that both of you hated PDA.

"You lost a bet didn't you? " Osamu rubbed the small of your back as you leaned into him. "That obvious?" Your face reddened, embarrassed to admit that once again, you lost a bet to Atsumu.

"C'mon, let's head inside before your fingers freeze off." Osamu laced his fingers through yours and led you back inside.

"Oh, would you look at that?" You motioned to the mistletoe hanging below the doorway and he sighed heavily. “Are you going to blame this on my brother as well?”

“Would you believe me if I said yes?”

“Not in the slightest,” Samu walked through the doorway without so much as giving you a peck on your cheek.

“Samu,” you whined as he walked away.

“I’m busy, babe,” he smiled smugly and headed to the back to bring out the rolls he had already prepared.

The decorations were a success, much to your boyfriend’s dismay. More couples flooded in to take pictures under the mistletoe and outside near the Santa. You would occasionally catch your boyfriend smile a little at the couples, but decided against calling him out on it. Since Miya Onigiri was busier than usual you stayed to help him out; it was the least you could do since it was due to the decorations that more people came in and lingered.

After a few hours the crowd started to thin out and more people opted to go grab hot chocolates and look at the various Christmas related booths that lined the street.

“Seems like everything is winding down, you can head home if you’d like.” Samu rubbed your shoulders and gave you a small kiss on the cheek when no one was looking.

“Oh Mr. Miya, are you being inappropriate with your employee,” you teased as you leaned into him.

“You wish.” Osamu lowered his hands as soon as customers started to look over. He was right though, you did wish he’d be a little inappropriate. “I’m good. I’ll go and take a quick nap in the office until you’re ready to go.” You gave him a gentle smile, looking back at the mistletoe, hoping that maybe by the time you were headed home you’d get a chance for a picture of him kissing you under it like you promised Atsumu.

As soon as you walked through the door of his office you wondered if you should’ve hung the mistletoe in there instead. Oh, well. Maybe next time. As soon as you sat in his comfy chair, sleep took over you.

“Finally,” Osamu locked the door and turned off the sign. Today was too much excitement for him. Maybe it wouldn’t have been so bad if he was warned ahead of time, but he could’ve really done without all that noise and commotion. He wrapped up all the leftover onigiri and set them on the counter to take home. He was sure that if you didn’t polish them off his brother would swing by and take what was left. He cracked his fingers and stretched a final time before he made his way to his office. He let out a small chuckle when he saw just how tired you must’ve really been. He knew there was no point telling you that you shouldn’t have come over right after you got out of work, but he still worried when you overdid it. As he made it into the office he spotted another box with more decorations. He peered inside and saw more mistletoe. He shook his head not knowing who he should blame more, his brother or you. He looked over to you one more time before rummaging through the box.

You were awoken by the feeling of someone watching you. “Samu,” you slowly blinked as your boyfriend leaned in closer. “What are you…?”

“Look up,” he motioned. Between you both was a sprig of mistletoe. “I owe you one,” he smiled as he leaned in to kiss you. You leaned into his kiss not knowing if you were still dreaming or not, but if you were you’d love for it to last a bit longer. You felt his large hand rub your thigh as the kiss deepened. Suddenly you were well aware of just how awake you were as you moaned into his mouth. He dropped the mistletoe and carded his fingers through your hair. He pulled away briefly, only to smile at you before going back in for more. You didn’t bother stopping him, it had been too long since you shared a kiss like this.

“Did you lock the doors,” you asked in between kisses.

“Mhm,” he responded before slipping his tongue into your mouth. While one hand moved higher up your thigh the other found its way under your shirt. Samu’s dexterous fingers made fast work of your bra and within moments you were helping him remove your shirt.

“Mm, I missed these,” he bit his lip as he squeezed one of your breasts. You closed your eyes as his lips closed around your nipple. You found yourself pushing against his hand in hopes he’d just give you some sort of relief. Your grip on his hair tightened as he used the tip of his tongue to tease your nipple. You knew what he was doing. He always did this when he wanted to let you know that he wanted to tease your clit.

“Please, Samu, I need you,” you whimpered as he began to suck on your breast. “Please.” He looked up at you through hooded eyes and began to unbutton your jeans. His dark eyes never once leaving yours as he slipped his hand down your pants and against your wetness. You lifted your hips hoping to coax his fingers in, but he just teased you.

“Tell me, pretty girl, what do you want me to do to you?”

“I want you to fuck me.”

“Not this?” He slipped a finger past your wet folds and pushed it deep inside. You curled your toes as you cried out his name.

“More.”

“More? Another finger, or something bigger?” He asked as he began to rub light circles against your clit. You practically shoved him down on his knees as he continued to finger you. “Oh, does my girl want something wetter, then?” Osamu licked his lips greedily before capturing your clit between them. You threw your head back and cried out. Your muscles tensed as you felt your climax rapidly approaching. You had to admit, your boyfriend was really skilled with both his hands and mouth. He added two more fingers knowing you loved it when he stretched you out. He thrust his fingers in faster knowing how close you were. “Cum on my fingers, pretty girl. Come on. Yeah, that’s my girl. You’re so good for me, yeah?” He continued hitting your spot until you squirted all over his fingers. You let out a frustrated whimper when you felt his tongue against your sensitive clit. You might’ve been overstimulated but that didn’t stop you from pushing him closer. He slurped up your juices before going back up for another kiss. The taste of your desire on his tongue only made you want him more and he knew it.

Osamu said nothing as you began to undo his pants. There was no way he’d dream of stopping you now. He moaned against your lips as you pulled out his cock. You continued to kiss him as you smeared his precum over the tip of his cock. His fingers dug into your hips as you tightened your grip around his shaft.

“Get on the desk,” Samu demanded. You looked over at all the papers he still had on the desk. “Be a good girl and get on the desk or I’ll be very upset with you,” he whispered in your ear. Quickly you pushed your worries aside and sat on his desk. He stood in between your legs kissing you a while longer before he spread them. He stroked his cock a few times before lining it up with your entrance. He teased you, knowing it was always so much more fun when you were overstimulated and desperate. He slid the tip of his cock against your clit until it was hard again. You lifted your hips in the hopes he’d just slip it in, but he wasn’t going to give in that easily; no matter how much he wanted your pussy. You wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled him closer, but he only shook his head.

“Patience, pretty girl.”

“Samu, please. I want your cock in me.”

“Tell me how much you want it in me.”

“Enough to take down all the decorations,” you whimpered as he pushed the tip of his cock past your lips.

“What will Tsumu say then?” He teased.

“I don’t care. I just want you.”

Osamu pulled you in for another kiss as he thrust inside you. You screamed against his lips as your legs tightened around him. He wasn’t going to go easy on you. After all, you just told him how badly you wanted his cock. He was in the holiday spirit, he was willing to give you this one small present.

Your moans filled the empty restaurant as he fucked you senseless. You could hear the papers beneath you tear, but neither of you cared enough to stop. Your body was on fire the more his cock punished your core. You held onto him tightly as he pushed you down onto his desk, your legs pressed against your chest as he pushed into you as deep as he could. He let out a moan as your walls spasmed around his length.

“That’s my girl, come for me again. Let’s come together.” He bit into your neck as he came inside you. You cried out as he continued to thrust into pushing his cum deeper and deeper. By the time you came down from your high you were barely cognizant of what was going on around you. You whined as your boyfriend slowly pulled out of you, your juices dripping down your legs onto his desk.

“Shit, these papers are destroyed,” he sighed as he lifted you up off the table. “Was worth it though.” He pulled you in for a hug and laughed as you squealed. “Sit down. I’ll grab you a snack and something to drink,” Osamu walked towards a small cabinet in his office and pulled out a blanket, “Here you go, baby.”

By the time Osamu came back you found yourself starting to doze off again. “Do you want to sleep on the couch, baby?” You looked back at him almost confused. “You forgot about the couch, didn’t you?” He laughed as he picked you up off the chair.

“Can you blame me? You practically fucked me stupid.”

“Uh huh, excuses, excuses.” Samu kissed your lips as he laid you on the couch, snuggling up to you right after.

“Samu, if you really want, I’ll take down the decorations.” Osamu almost looked insulted at your offer.

“Baby, you don’t have to. I kinda like them. Just don’t tell Tsumu. And maybe we can put some mistletoe at the entrance of my office too.” Osamu buried his face in your neck as soon as he saw your face light up. “That doesn’t mean we’re gonna do this every night, got it?”

“Yeah, yeah.”

#osamu miya #osamu miya smut #osamu x reader #osamu x reader smut #osamu miya reader smut #hq #haikyuu #hq x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x reader smut

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transias · 3 years

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Don't Knock It Till' You've Tried It.

Pairings: Steven Meeks x Gender Neutral Reader

Warnings: None! Only if you count Meeks being an adorable bastard a warning :)

Summary: The reader has been having difficulties with Latin, Meeks offers to tutor them and one thing leads to them sharing a kiss.

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I had a love/hate relationship with Latin. I thought it was a beautiful and majestic language. But at the same time, I wanted to throw my Latin books off of a cliff.

I groan silently, not wanting to disturb any of the Poets' conversation. I only manage to catch the attention to Meeks, who looks over at me with a somewhat worried look on his face.

"Everything okay, (y/n)?"

I shake my head, "Latin is kicking my ass. So far, i've managed to get my work in but i'm extremely worried for this Thursday's test."

Meeks nods, "Well, if you'd like, I can tutor you this afternoon. If you'd like of course."

I glance at him and raise my eyebrow, "You would do that for me?" He nods once again, "Yes, we're friends! It's what we do, help each other."

Right... friends.

Lunch is over soon and we stand up, "Meet me at the library at four o'clock. Okay?" He asks. I nod at him before we start walking towards our next class.

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Four o'clock rolled around soon and I was waiting for Meeks in the library, lightly tapping my foot.

"Hey, sorry i'm a bit late. Cameron fell in the mud and he didn't take too kindly to Charlie's jokes." Meeks chuckled.

"Aww, damn! I always miss the good things." I mumble.

The two of us began studying soon, Meeks seemed a little more fluent in Latin than I did. A thought crosses my mind and I let out a small laugh.

He glances over at me, "What?" I shake my head quickly, "Oh uh- nothing, just a silly thought I had, that's it."

"What was it about?" Meeks asks. I sigh, "You won't make fun of me, will you?" Meeks shakes his head, "Of course not!"

"You know, in these comics I read, there's this alien princess, right? Well, when she comes down to Earth, she basically learns English and other languages by kissing the people who can speak that language. I just thought how much easier it'd be if you and I kissed and blam! I suddenly know your level of Latin." I chuckle nervously.

Meeks smiles softly, a rosy color rising in his cheeks. "I uhh- yeah, that would be easier."

I tilt my head a little, "You wouldn't- wanna kiss, would you?" I tease. Steven slowly sits up straight, his cheeks now turning into tomatoes basically.

"Ye- I mean, you still wouldn't be able to speak Latin." He replies.

I chuckle and shake my head, "Hey, don't knock it 'till you've tried it."

I move slightly closer to him, "This is okay with you, right?" I ask. Steven nods, leaning in a little.

We sat in silence, waiting for one of us to make a move on each other. 'Come on, (y/n)! You've thought about kissing him all the ti-'

My thoughts pause as soon as I feel Steven's soft lips on mine. I kiss him back and all I can think of is him, all I feel are butterflies paralyzing my entire body from head to toe.

We pull away and he looks at me, "Quid agis?" He asks. "Excuse me?" I ask.

"Oh, that means 'how do you do?" in Latin. So I guess your little alien princess kiss thing didn't work out." Meeks replies, a playful smirk resting on his lips.

"Shut up, dork."

〰️

After a few more minutes of studying and swooning over each other, the tutoring session was over.

We walked out to the hallway and before we parted ways, Meeks stopped me, placing his hand gently on my arm. "I uhh- I was wondering if you'd like to hang out with me sometime? Just the two of us without the rest of the guys."

I raise an eyebrow, "Mr. Meeks, are you asking me out on a date?" He nervously chuckles and nods, "Y-yeah, I just didn't want to seem too straight forward incase it freaked you out."

I smile at him and nod, "Don't worry, I would love to go out on a date with you."

#steven meeks #steven meeks x reader #steven meeks imagine #steven meeks headcanon #dead poets society #dps #dead poets society x reader #stephen meeks

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five-rivers · 3 years

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Danger First

Chapter 10

@pocketramblr :)

One day - and not even a whole day, because of travel time and Inko wanted Izuku home for dinner- simply wasn't enough time to master a quirk. Although he could turn Float on and off, now. So, they made plans to come back next week, and the next, up until the sports festival. Which. Wow. Really was only two weeks away.

Izuku had never realized how close to the beginning of the school year it was.

He was going to die.

"You're not going to die," said Mr. Yagi. "I'm not going to say the sports festival isn't important, because it is, it's one of the best ways to make professional connections for students, but not doing well isn't the end of the world, especially not in your first year. No one expects you to be perfectly polished."

"But," said Izuku, "I'm supposed to be the next you! I've got to stand out, right?"

Mr. Yagi looked very guilty. "I... may have given you that impression when we were first training, yes. But, since then, with all my research into the past holders... few of them were popular, flashy heroes. If you want to walk the same path as me, that's great. But you don't have to. Even I didn't really start that chapter of my life until after college."

Izuku looked down at his hands, letting silence fill the space between them as he contemplated Mr. Yagi's words. "This isn't about me manifesting One for All differently, is it?"

"What? No, no of course not, my boy. I mean, it certainly helped me come to this conclusion, I wouldn't have done so much research without it! But I certainly hope I would have come to the same conclusion eventually, even so."

"Okay..." said Izuku, still dubious.

"I mean it," protested Mr. Yagi. "Most of my work is essentially underground, you know. There's a reason the battle trial was what it was."

"H-huh? You? Underground? But you're so recognizable!"

"Am I? I firmly believe in bringing all my resources to bear in the fight against evil! Ha ha!"

His laugh devolved into a cough, and he fumbled for a handkerchief. But he recovered quickly enough.

"I guess that makes sense," said Izuku, cautiously, once he thought Mr. Yagi wasn't going to start coughing again.

"You didn't think I stayed number one by popularity alone, did you?"

"I- the formulas the Hero Commission uses to determine rankings are secret, and it only includes spotlight heroes, so when I extrapolated the hero billboard rankings, yes, I assigned a high weight to popularity. There were always some discrepancies between my predictions and the end results, but I figured I missed some events, or the commission assigned them different values…"

"That's quite impressive, my boy. But, though popularity is a factor, the HPSC does take unpublicized fights and rescues into account. Assuming you report them…"

That was the second time Mr. Yagi had mentioned not telling the commission something.

"Do you, um, do you do that a lot? Not tell the commission things, I mean."

"Eh? No, no, I try to stay up on my paperwork. I get a lot of help from Naomasa, though. Some heroes, especially independent ones, without an agency, do have trouble keeping up, sometimes."

"It's just… the other day you said something about not telling the commission about All for One."

"Ah," said Mr. Yagi. He drummed his fingers on the steering wheel. "You're quite right. How should I put this… The HPSC knows All for One exists, and I have made them generally aware of his modern exploits. I haven't told them about his ability to give quirks, though they may know through other avenues, there are certain battles I've had with him that I haven't told them about, and they do not know about One for All."

“Why not?”

“Villains aren’t the only ones who seek power,” said Mr. Yagi. “The HPSC provides a vital service, and I think what one does matters more than why one does it, but… it is my observation that many of the people there are more concerned with personal power than doing the right thing. And positions of power and authority tend to draw in those who would abuse those things."

"Even heroics?"

"Especially heroics. The HPSC Ethics Review Board is supposed to stop that, but no system is perfect." He shook himself. "But look at me! I was trying to give you a pep talk, not saddle you with doubts about the government!"

Izuku laughed, nervously. "I mean, you've definitely distracted me from the sports festival…"

“Yes. The sports festival. Don’t worry about making a big spotlight combat debut. If you want to focus on rescue, or investigation, or the underground, I’ll support you all the way.” He paused. “You do need combat, though, because, because of-”

“All for One?”

“Yes, exactly. All for One.”

“Way to kill the mood, guys,” said Banjo.

“I think the mood was thoroughly dead already,” said Yoichi.

“Unlike your brother,” said En. “Ninth’s father.”

“Come on, it was just a little omission of information. It wasn’t even a lie!”

“It was definitely a lie. You’re so lucky that my relief about you not being a pedophile eclipsed my righteous fury regarding your mendacity.”

“You know, the fact that you’re delivering that completely deadpan gives me doubts about the fury part.”

“I’m mad at you.”

“You love me.”

“Doesn’t mean I can’t be mad at you.”

“Hey, hey, wait a minute,” said Nana, making a ‘T’ shape with her hands. “Time out. Ninth’s father is All for One.”

“Yes,” said Yoichi, hanging his head, “I thought that had been established.”

“So, are we… What Toshinori is saying is completely valid, by the way… but, are we expecting this kid to fight his father? Is that a thing we’re doing?”

“Uh,” said Yoichi, “in our defense, we did think he was dead.”

“Maybe Eighth will get ‘im before Ninth has to deal with it,” suggested Banjo. “He’s got to have a better chance of that, now what with Fa Jin and all.” He paused. “But, you know what would give Ninth an even better chance, if he does have to fight his deadbeat dad-”

“He’s not a deadbeat,” interrupted Hikage.

“What?”

“Calling him a deadbeat would imply that he is neither supporting the Midoriyas financially nor regularly in contact with them. He is on both counts.”

“What?” squealed Bango.

“Did you miss his phone call with his father immediately following his return home after the USJ attack?”

“Oh,” said Yoichi, “no, I was very aware of my brother’s evil, evil voice. It’s just that these guys were too focused on scolding me to listen to anything I had to say. I still can’t believe he sent someone like that to attack his own son’s class.”

“Didn’t he, like, kill you?” asked En.

“No, my death was largely unrelated. You’ve got to remember, I was a chronically ill fugitive from the law with no money. Who told you that he killed me?”

Everyone looked at their immediate predecessor. Yoichi tracked the path back to Third, who had gone very stiff.

“What the heck, Third? You were there when I died. Why would you tell Hikage that?”

Third did not answer.

“Actually, what did he tell you, Hikage?

“Oh, it was very moving and heroic. It happened while you were saving a busload of metahuman orphans. You sacrificed yourself to let them get away from All for One. I even cried a little.”

“Is it weird that I’m now disappointed in myself for not dying like that?”

“Very,” said Nana.

“What were we talking about before this?” asked En.

“I have no idea,” said Banjo.

Izuku delayed going to class, nervous about everyone's reactions to his quirk. It wasn't that he thought they'd reject him, but more that he had no answers for the inevitable questions.

But he also didn't want to be late.

"Todoroki was so cool!" Hagakure exclaimed as he opened the classroom door. "He was all like, blam, bam, swish! And- and he checked whether or not I was there first, before attacking, which was super cool of him."

Todoroki's expression was halfway between 'statue' and 'help, I've been hit by a truck.' "Cool?"

"Very cool."

"You've grown since the first day, kero."

"Ah! Midoriya!"

All heads turned towards him. In the next second, he was hugged by several people, which was more friendly skin contact than he'd had since… ever, probably.

"Eep," he said.

"We were so worried about you," said Uraraka. "We made a group chat, after, but since you were unconscious…"

"Hm," said Monoma, "your quirk still is definitely a stockpile…"

"Monoma!" shouted Iida. "Did you join this hug just to copy quirks?"

"And what of it?"

"But speaking of quirks," said Jiro, "you can fly now? We kind of went along with it at the time, but that's kind of different from a sensory quirk."

"I know," said Izuku, "and I have no explanation."

"Maybe your quirk stockpiles danger," said Monoma, contemplatively. He rubbed his chin with one finger. "That could be why you can sense danger- you're stockpiling it. Then, when the danger gets over a certain threshold, you can release it as flight… why are you all looking at me like that?"

"Oh, nothing," drawled Kaminari. "Just that you're more thoughtful than you look, pretty boy."

"I don't want to hear that from you."

"Th-thank you, Monoma! I'll have to mention it when I go to quirk counseling next."

Which may or may not be this afternoon, depending on how Mr. Aizawa felt and- His head snapped to the door. "Mr. Aizawa's coming!"

They all rushed to their seats. The door creaked open.

"Oh my gosh, he's a mummy."

"Iida?"

"What is it, Midoriya?"

They were having a bit of a break during English while Present Mic cycled them through for short sessions with Hound Dog.

"I didn't have a chance to ask you earlier, but how's your brother?"

“He’s alright! It’s the first really major injury of his career, so he’s going to take it easy for the rest of the month, to make sure his engines heal properly. He’d prefer not to of course, but, ah, there is a silver lining.”

“That’s good,” said Izuku, encouragingly.

“I really shouldn’t be happy about it,” said Iida, rubbing the back of his neck, “but he’ll be able to come see me during the sports festival, and he probably would have been too busy if he were active.”

“I think it’s okay to be happy about good things, even if they happen because of bad things,” said Izuku. “It isn’t like we can go back and make the bad things not happen, after all…”

“That’s very true, Midoriya! What a mature way of thinking about things.”

Izuku didn’t know about that, but he was willing to take the compliment.

“Midoriya,” said Shouta, who was absolutely and unquestionably recovered enough to teach. Even if he had zoned out in the corner of the room in his sleeping bag all morning rather than trekking back to the teacher’s lounge… or teaching any of his other classes… shut up. “What are you doing at the window?”

“O-oh. Mr. Aizawa. I didn’t know you were awake?”

It was, maybe, a little unfair to single Midoriya out like that, since the entire class was standing by the window, and the way Uraraka, Sero, and Midoriya were closest to it, with Monoma a close fourth, was concerning, but Midoriya was the first one Shouta saw, and the one most likely to to cave and tell him what was going on.

“Midoriya.”

“R-right. Well, going out the door seems a little unpleasant today, so we thought we’d switch it up?”

What did that even mean?

“We were going to bring you with us, of course,” continued Midoriya.

What did that even mean?

“Out the window.”

“Um. Yes.”

“What kind of unpleasant are we talking about?”

“Battle trial unpleasant?”

Shouta groaned and hauled himself up, walking over to the door. He looked out the window and made note of all the students from other classes standing out there, circling like sharks. Great. Maybe they needed to have an assembly about respecting boundaries or whatever, especially if the people whose boundaries were being crossed were potentially traumatized.

Something to bring up at the next staff meeting he attended. Which… would probably not be soon.

Anyway.

He opened the door.

(“A mummy,” whispered someone.)

(First his kids, then these kids… he wasn’t that wrapped up.)

(Was he?)

“What are you all doing here?” he asked, voice rasping rather more than he wanted it to.

The students didn’t seem inclined to answer. Someone did mutter something about the sports festival, but it was far from the complete answer that Aizawa wanted.

“Right. Whatever. Scoping out the competition is one thing, but you are aware that class 1-A is recovering from a traumatic experience. And you’re blocking traffic. Clear off.”

The crowd slowly dispersed. Shouta sighed. He knew this would only be the first of many such incidents. He made a note to talk to Nemuri about whether or not she’d be willing to donate some of her class time to talk about public relations.

“You know,” said Nemuri, “if you actually rested, Recovery Girl would be able to heal you.”

“I know nothing of the sort,” said Shouta, glaring at his desk in the staff room. “I’m forgetting something.”

All Might walked in. “Er, young Aizawa,” he said. He paused for a painfully long, awkward moment. “Are you still meeting with young Midoriya today?”

“Crap.”

Did Izuku expect Mr. Aizawa to come to their meeting? No. The man had casts on all of his limbs. But, he hadn’t cancelled it either. So, better safe than sorry, right?

But it had been a while, now. Izuku could probably safely assume he wasn't coming after a half hour. He got up, packed his bags, and reached out for the door handle-

Only to freeze as Mr. Aizawa yanked it open and pulled Mr. Yagi into the classroom after him.

Izuku scurried back to his seat.

"Nothing physical today," croaked Mr. Aizawa. "We're going to figure out your quirk."

“O-okay,” said Izuku.

Aizawa collapsed into the seat behind the teacher's desk. “To be short, this quirk, One for All or whatever, is complete nonsense.”

“Uh,” said Mr. Yagi. “Sorry?”

“Sorry,” whispered Izuku.

“You should be. Not you, Midoriya. You’re fine.”

“Okay?”

“Right. So. You’ve got two quirks right now. Danger Sense and Float. Unless something else showed up over the weekend?”

“No, it’s, um, it is just those two right now.”

“And you’ll most likely get Smokescreen, Blackwhip, and that strength enhancement eventually. Plus two mystery quirks.”

“That is what I’ve been able to find out,” said Mr. Yagi.

“So, we have to figure out some way to get all those under a coherent umbrella that can account for the mystery quirks, and before the sports festival, so the evil immortal supervillain doesn’t notice that you have quirks just like a bunch of people he had personal beef with.”

Mr. Yagi cursed in English. “I hadn’t thought about that.”

“Yeah, I wonder what else you haven’t thought about. Maybe this year I can get Nezu to take my suggestion about doing hero names before the sports festival seriously. You know we’ve had people stalk students before because for some godforsaken reason we use their real names? I need a drink.”

“Ah, water?”

“No.”

“Young Aizawa, you’re a teacher…”

“A career choice I question daily. Midoriya, do you have any thoughts about how to make your quirk make sense in a way that won’t get you killed or abducted by the HPSC?”

“I- Does that happen?” despite his conversation with Mr. Yagi over the weekend, he still had generally positive thoughts about the hero commission.

“I have no idea. Wouldn’t put it past them.”

“Well, um, I was talking to Monoma earlier, and he said something about stockpiling danger, and how it might let out the stockpile as the energy necessary to levitate- which, really, would be a fascinating quirk if it did work that way- but I thought it might also work for Smokescreen and the strength enhancement? I mean, general responses to danger are fight, flight, or hide, so the strength enhancement is fight, Float is flight, and Smokescreen would be hide…”

“That might work. What about Blackwhip.”

“Yeah, that one has kind of stumped me.”

“Blackwhip sure is a problem,” agreed Mr. Aizawa.

The ghosts started laughing. “You’re a problem, Banjo,” chortled Nana.

“Come on, guys, that isn’t funny!”

"It is! It's hilarious!"

"They were just talking about All for One tracking the kid down and killing him!"

The mood sobered quickly.

"Considering that he is Ninth's father," said Hikage, "I suspect it's far too late for that."

"Yeah," said Yoichi. "But, just to be safe, and in case there are other weirdos out there, new rule: no giving him new quirks in public. Not that we can do anything about when he eventually manifests the stockpile…"

"What if he's going to die?" asked Hikage, raising his hand.

"He already got your quirk, why do you care?"

"We'd like to hear it," said Banjo, somewhat forcefully.

"Well, if he looks like he's going to die, do whatever you can to stop that from happening, I guess. But chucking a quirk he doesn't know how to use isn't always going to be the beat answer."

"Wait," said Nana. "Hold up a second. A few days ago we were talking about the potential for multiple quirk brain damage, weren't we?"

"Oh, good catch," said Yoichi. "I guess I forgot to mention it, which means Nana is the only one I'd trust babysitting my nephew in the event a quirk rewound him to elementary school age-"

"That is a suspiciously specific scenario," said En.

"-and all the rest of you are fired. You didn't even question giving him more quirks? Really?"

Hikage raised his hand. "I assumed you had discovered that Ninth had a constitution capable of handling multiple quirks, similar to yourself and your brother."

"That is true. Okay, Hikage would be another exception, but he's disqualified from babysitting for other reasons."

"That's fair."

"So we need something that can do all that, and has tentacles," said Izuku, squeezing his bottom lip in thought.

"Yeah," said Mr. Aizawa. "Honestly, even really dumb ideas would be welcome right now."

"Why are you looking at me?" asked Mr. Yagi.

"You know why."

There was only one creature Izuku could think of that could do all the things Izuku one day might be able to while maintaining room for the two mystery quirks. "Cthulhu."

Mr. Yagi looked mildly scandalized at the suggestion.

"Nah, it'd have to be something like eldritch. Cthulhu's trademarked in Japan, and that can give you aboveground types trouble."

"What is it a trademark for?" asked Mr. Yagi.

"Ask Midnight. I don't want to talk about it."

"Ah," said Mr. Yagi.

"The problem with that is that you currently have no justification to call it that. Now if you already had Smokescreen…"

The adults looked at him.

"... I don't think it's going to just show up like that," said Izuku.

"Why not?" asked Banjo, staring at En. "They practically asked you for it."

"Well, first off, I live for drama, so jot that down."

"Huh? What about me?" asked Yoichi.

"Nothing, it was just an idiom. Second…"

"...Right," said Aizawa. “For now, then, we’ll have to give it a temporary name, because it’s starting to get to the point in time where it’ll actually be illegal for you to not register it.” He shuffled his casts. “Yagi, start filling out those forms with what he can do currently. Midoriya, make sure you check him when he’s done. For now, we’ve got to come up with a name.”

“Um,” said Izuku. “Float’s the only one that’s really visible, so I could just call it Float?”

“Vetoed. You aren’t picking a name that the immortal supervillain knows.”

“He did seem to only refer to people by quirks unless he really hated them,” said Mr. Yagi. “Except his brother, who he always called ‘my foolish brother.’”

“Focus on the paperwork.”

“And he called himself by his quirk name as well,” mused Izuku. “Do you think it was a side effect? Quirks have document impact on people’s personalities-”

“Focus.”

“R-right. Um. Feather Fall? No, that’s part of a game. Flight Reflex?”

“Good enough for now,” said Aizawa. “Flight Reflex it is.”

#bnha #boku no hero academia #danger first #danger first au #fic #fanfic

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