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Rasins!?

Yuta Okkotsu x fem reader

Tw: degrading, hate sex, and more things I cant remember

Your favorite time of the year has finally come and as your handing candy out you get surprise from Yuta and the collage football team. He was your academic rival and you both had a dislike for each other. Somehow that dislike grew more when he saw that you were dropping raisins in there bags.

Halloween night had finally arrived after so long. You could see children walking down the street picking which house to knock on. It was your favorite time of the year because you would get to see all the kids have the most adorable costumes on.

You wish you could participate in going out this year but the amount of homework your professors left on a Halloween night was atrocious.

Turning your attention to your laptop you start reading about the history of the land you live in. You let out a sigh not knowing why you had to take such unnecessary classes. If only you would of done this when he first assigned it. Not even a paragraph in you hear the door ring. You perk up from the screen and reach for your bowl of goodies.

Opening the door you could see two kids standing there. "Trick or treat!" They say in union. You smile widely as you admire their costumes. One seemed to be a witch, and the other a wolf.

"Wow you guys are so scary, I almost screamed! Here you guys go." You say as you drop the small boxes into there buckets. You see as they peer down to see what you dropped. There faces morphing from happiness to blank ones. You let out a awkwardly laugh as you closed the door.

Okay so you might of forgotten about Halloween and grabbed the only thing you have in the pantry, which would be raisins. It’s healthy but sweet like candy and way better for there teeth. Though if you were a kid and also received something like this, you too would be disappointed. Everyone loved raisins these days though, right?

Sitting back down you continue to do work and stand up when the door bell rang. Nothing too interesting happened until around late eleven. The streets began to clear up and kids started going home. The door bell rang once again and you stand up with your bowl.

Opening it you see a group of guys standing there holding there book bags open. You seem to recognize one in the front though. It was Yuta Okkotsu with the rest of the football team wearing there jerseys. So much for the Halloween spirit around here. You weren’t surprised to see him since you lived in a college town. Moms where probably ogling over them.

"Arnt you guys too old for this? Leave it for the kiddos." You raise your brow as you looked at them all. Either way you drop the raisins in there bags.

"We’re just trying to represent the school y/n, no need to be such a Karen over it." One of them said say as they walk off except for one, Yuta.

You’ve had classes with this man and god forbid you’d have another with him. He always had something to say and easily became the teacher’s favorite. You and him would also tie neck n neck during exams,quizzes, homework. When one of you did get the highest scare it would never be you winning. You never even saw him study as much as you which made you dislike him more. He was academically gifted and you hated him for it. The hate wasn’t one sided though. He also had a secret dislike towards you because you spilled beer all over his jersey while at a frat party. He didn’t believe it to have been an accident due to the little rivalry you two had going on. He also disliked how almost everyone that he knew had a crush on you and always had good things to say.

"I know you arnt that great of a person but really? raisins? Seriously?" He says picking it out his bag and inspecting it.

"I know your not talking Okkotsu, your the worst of the worst." You say as you press your finger on his chest. He looks down at where your touching and averts just gaze back at you.

"Why am I the worst? Is it because you can’t beat me in getting a higher grade? Do I make you go home crying every time you come second?" He smirks as he stepped inside your house.

You shake your head in disapproval. The fact that he thought that was embarrassing enough. You couldn’t bare first see his smug face anymore. All you wanted to do was shove him out the door.

"Who gave you permission to be in my house? And no I don’t go home crying. You wish I did because that would mean I actually care about you but I don’t. You’ll never see me crying over a boy like you." You cross your arms.

He looked at you with amusement. It was a miracle seeing him have other facial expression’s other than his stupid stoic one. He always looked at you with his unimpressed face. As if he saw you as a small worthless mouse. Thinking low of you to the point if not treating you nice. He never bothered saying good morning to you. He never held a door open for you. He would even avoid group projects with you. He just always watched you with those judgmental eyes.

The second you walked into class his eyes would land on you until you took a seat. Now they were looking right at you with a glint in them.

"Never see you cry huh? Are you inviting me to try y/n?"

"What, are you going to get another A in the next test to make me cry?"You roll your eyes

He quickly kicks the door shut and stalks towards you. You’re breath hitches not expecting him to actually do something. You back into a wall as he presses both of his hands on the side of your head. Not breaking eye contact with you.

You felt a hard lump in your throat as he dragged his fingers around your body. From your cheeks to down your waist where he played with your pants. He wasn’t really going to do what you though he was right? And if you did you wouldn’t stop him because that would mean you lost to him.

"You better not regret this y/n. You know I will fulfill my promises." He said as his hand gripped your bottoms and yanked them down causing you to gasp. He laughed with a huff, looking at your silly pink thong you decided to wear today. Your cheeks turned bring pink as he ran his big cold hands all over your curves. Taking in the Beauty of your body and what he had been missing. What he might of had if he ever decided to get with you. He then pulled your shirt up and took off your bra faster than you could think of telling him to stop.

The thought of making him cum before you was what you wanted. What would be his reaction? What would he say? Would he admit to being wrong? Would he cry home about it?

Turning you around and bending you over the arm of the couch, you could hear him undo his belt. You take a deep breath before you felt him shove himself in without warning. You unprepared walls being stretched uncomfortably. Hearing you let out a small whine from the sudden intrusion made him smile.

"Any last words before I begin?" He asks you as he groped your behind roughly.

"Are you fully in yet? Because it feels really fucking small." You turn to look at him.

He clearly wasn’t amused by your joke and slammed into you harder making you jolt. He wasn’t nice about it, he didn’t even bother prepping you before putting it in. No kissing and no foreplay. Though why would he even bother to do that to you. He hated you after all and you hated him.

Gripping your hips he goes in and out if you repeatedly as he increased his pace. Filling you up with his long member that you wouldn’t think he had, if you were being honest this had to be the biggest one you’ve taken yet. He wrapped his hand around you hair and yanked it back so you could look at him smile. So he could see your facial reactions to you taking him. So he could see you cry with streaks of tears rolling down your face.

There was absolutely no way you would ever give in to him. You would not loose to him yet again. But something inside your head was telling you maybe he wasn’t that bad. The way he bullied your cunt was better than you expected. The way he looked at you with lust and his mouth parted made squirm. You had no idea why he was turning you on all of a sudden but you decided to blame it on being drunk off his cock. Maybe it was because it’s been a while since you’ve done it. You had to snap out of it thought. You moan as he keeps his pace and rhythm.

He grunted every time he felt your tight hole grip around him. Not wanting to let his member leave your body. He never in his life met someone as tight as what was sucking him in right now.

"I can’t believe such a pretty girl like you has a nasty mouth. So glad I can shut you up like this because you look prettier when your not talking all that shit. So much prettier with my cock deep in you." He says as he rolls his hips in you.

"Wait till the guys find out how much of a slut you are. How this scholar loves dick and does it with anyone. Such a pretty slut." He moans as he gets closer to his release. He rams into you harder making you bite your lip. Suppressing the noises that want to come out of you. Not wanting to bring his ego up nor satisfy him. You bring your hands to your mouth as he fucked you dumb. All you could hear was the wet slapping of his balls on your cunt.

He took a notice of your actions and let go of your hair to pull your arms back. You let out a whine as he used you mercilessly. Hitting your cervix repeatedly until it started to hurt in such a good way. Your legs began to give in as he continued. You felt yourself getting closer and closer to the end and he had yet to release.

Trying to get away you kick him with your foot that he ended up catching and using to get a better angle and grip on you. He hooked his arm around your thigh and opened your legs more as he shoved himself in. You let out a cry as you felt him go way deeper. Water began to pool in the corner of your eyes as you begged him to stop.

"There’s no stopping baby girl. Not until I’m done with you pathetic cunt." He said as he kissed your leg.

You tried your best to get away but couldn’t. You even tried holding in your release but failed to do so. Your legs began to shake uncontrollably as you came all over him.

"Such a good girl, keep still like the good cock sleeve you are." He said as he stood up with him still inside of you. He sat on the couch as he held you over him. Grabbing your face with one hand so he could look at you. The other one snaking around your hip until he slammed you down making you see white. You felt overwhelmed and to the brink of collapsing. He lifted you up and down onto him until he felt like it.

Looking at him was a blur due to the tears in your eyes as they started falling down. "Yuta please stop, you win! I can’t anymore it hurts too much." You cry as you grab onto the hand that held your face.

"If it hurt so bad you wouldn’t be creaming all over my cock." He said as he slammed you down a few more time. You open your mouth to cry in pain while still looking at his stupid stoic one.

You fell onto his chest as you catch your breath. Feeling the way his chest vibrated as he spoke but not being able to hear any of it. His hand grabbing your face to look at him. He wore a smile on his face seeing how out of it you where. He held your body close to his so you could rest comfortably as he picked up his phone that had many missed phone calls. You could feel how he was still in you. Using you as a cock warmer. A few minutes passed before he lifted your face up to his again.

"I fucked you dumb huh princess?" He says with a small smile. "I think I grew a liking to you and your fat cunt. So from now on I think you’ll be mine and mine only." He says kissing your temple. "You still haven’t made me cum yet so let keep going no? It’s okay if you need to rest, I’ll do all the work."

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bookshelf-dust · 6 months

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community service

ghostface!billy hargrove x fem!reader

word count: 3,714

warnings: swearing, mentions of alcohol, being drunk, drunk driving, domestic abuse (super small mention), rather violent and descriptive murder, literally this is just murder, slight suggestive ideas

a/n: hi!! look at me! i remembered how to write! anyway. this fic has been in the drafts for months, but here it is. one of the kills is inspired by a kill from scream 2, and another is from *i think* the first season of chucky. anyway. it’s not gonna be for everyone! it’s dark and fucked up and kinda questionable. but it’s also for my masked men lovers. i see you. i am you. i hope you enjoy!! i love you!! <333

other ghostface! au’s: steddie & eddie

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You check your watch for what seems like the millionth time, only for a few minutes to have passed since the last time you looked. Billy is late again, but at least now you know why.

You hadn’t been stupid enough to think he was having an affair, not when you know so much better than that. When you know he’d do anything for you.

The longer you sit here, the more unfocused your eyes get, and you start to think about everything you’ve realized over the past week. Part of you has known for longer. You just didn’t want to overanalyze this, not like you do everything else.

You hoped he’d come to you. But clearly he wants to keep this to himself.

He’d been doing well, too, up until you found the smear of blood inside the bathroom cabinet. He’d pranced around the room half-naked that night after his shower, so you knew he wasn’t the one who’d been injured.

Last week you decided to clean out the closet on your day off. You remembered a pair of shoes that you hadn’t seen in forever, and began looking through all the boxes buried in the corners, under piles of clothes discarded in a rush to get ready.

You’d pulled the lid off a surprisingly light box, only to find a mask. One you’d seen in costume stores, at Halloween parties. On the news.

And you just knew.

There hadn’t ever been an instance where he’d worn it. None of his simple Halloween costumes ever required a mask. He hadn’t ever worn it for you, even if you’d like that much more than you’re sure is normal.

What’s more concerning is that this realization–it didn’t scare you. You aren’t scared now, sitting in the living room, waiting for him to come home, knowing exactly what he’s been up to. He probably thinks you’re in bed by now, anticipating him joining you.

Instead, you sit curled in a chair, socked feet tucked up under you. Your body is tired, you can feel as much, but your mind won’t rest until you’ve taken care of this.

It’s then, when you’re starting to get sick of waiting, that you hear the sound of heavy footsteps, thick-soled boots bounding up the front stairs. Your spine straightens, eyes glued to the way the lock turns with a twist of his key, his shadow as it spills across the floor when he walks inside.

Billy isn’t surprised to see the living room glowing in a yellow light. You usually leave it on for him anyway. What he’s not expecting is to see you sitting in your chair, chin resting on your hand, as you watch him remove his jacket.

“What are you doing up so late, baby?”

You don’t move, just keep your eyes on him as he walks towards you. He’s wearing a black t-shirt, a very tight one, and it occurs to you that you haven’t seen his arms in a little while. They’re bigger. You’re sure of it.

“It’s only eleven forty-five,” you say.

He laughs, dropping gently to his knees in front of you, hands going to rest on your own. He presses a kiss to the top of your bare thigh.

“You’re usually in bed by now.”

He kisses your knee, lips warm against your skin except for where the cold metal of his new piercing touches you. It’s healed, but still strange to see him with it after all this time.

“Wanted to see you.”

Billy is in love with you. And that means he knows you like the back of his hand. So this, the way you’ve sat out here for him, that sad but almost frustrated look in your eye, it tells him everything he needs to know.

It tells him that you know.

You’re a very intelligent woman. You’re his smart girl, and he knew you’d figure it out sooner or later. He’d only kept it from you because he knew you’d worry. Knew you’d overthink it and make yourself crazy. He just wanted you to have some peace of mind. But clearly that hasn’t worked out so well.

“And ask you something,” you continue, reaching down to twist one of his curls around your finger.

There it is.

“Shoot.” Billy wraps his hands around the backs of your knees, fingertips still chilly from the cool night air. His grip is soft, but still possessive.

You rub your nose, look up at the ceiling and take a deep breath.

“When were you gonna let me in on your little secret?”

You can feel his breath on your bare legs when he exhales. He tilts his head and presses his cheek gently against your knee.

“Look at me,” he says, voice firm. You oblige.

“It feels kind of shitty that you kept it from me. That I only found out because I decided to be productive for once and do a little cleaning. We’re not supposed to keep secrets from each other, Billy. That’s what makes this work.”

When you’ve finished, he straightens his back and pushes off the floor. He’s looming over you now. It doesn’t intimidate you, even if it should. If other people might be scared of him.

That’s what he’s stuck on. You’re not scared. You’re not angry about what he’s doing. You’re concerned about fucking communication.

He leans down and sets his hands against the armrests of your chair. You have no choice but to look him in the eye.

“You’re my girl. It’s a crazy world out there.” He lifts one hand and runs his thumb underneath your eye before removing it again. “I gotta keep you safe.”

You drop your head back against the chair. “Jesus christ, Billy. This goes both ways. I want to take care of you just like you do for me. I don’t think it’s fair that you kept this to yourself when I could’ve helped you deal with it, I don’t know.”

He doesn’t scoff. He doesn’t even quirk a brow. He’s taking you seriously, just like always.

“What, you wanna clean me up or somethin’?”

You’re quiet. He rubs the tip of his nose against your cheek.

“You know the answer to that.”

Billy takes your chin in his hand. “I apologize for not telling you earlier. I didn’t want to worry you. It takes awhile to get back from Hawkins, that’s why I’ve been home so late. Work was just an excuse.”

“Hawkins?”

He kisses you, mouth slotting against your own. The way he sucks on your bottom lip leaves you feeling dazed, though you know that’s exactly why he does it. Just to see the look in your eye. He should’ve known you’d take this well.

“Yeah. ‘Lotta shit left behind back there. Best to do some community service while I can, don’t you think?”

There’s a bruise on his bicep, dark in the dim lighting of your living room.

“Yeah, Billy. I think so.”

————

The phone hooked to the wall in Jason’s office starts to ring. He rolls his eyes. Anyone important enough would know what time of day it is, and that means he’s busy.

Jason stands still at the altar, flipping through the last few pages of notes he made for his next service. He checks his watch, noting that he should start confessionals soon. His shoulders rise and fall, steady breaths filling his lungs.

The phone keeps ringing, and it’s starting to make him angry. He stops what he’s doing and stomps out in the hall, stepping just far enough inside the small room to answer the phone.

“What?”

The line is silent, but someone is on the other side, and he knows it.

“Hello? What do you want?”

He hears someone inhale. “Why don’t you lose the attitude, Carver? Still haven’t gotten that stick outta your ass?”

Jason puts the phone in his other hand.

“Excuse me? Who is this?”

“No need to worry about that, Pastor Carver. Now, would you like to play a game, Jason?”

The blonde rubs a hand over his forehead. What is he, five?

“No. I have a job to do. Grow up.” He hangs up the phone, slamming it back in its place before walking back out.

Jason is older now. Went to community college, pursued ministry. He always knew that’s where he would end up. It’s what he deserves. It gives him great power, preaching.

Not that a damn word that comes out of his mouth isn’t bullshit.

But this is what he is good at. He will not be teased. He is important, and he knows it.

He collects his notes from where he’d set them on the altar, picks up his personalized Bible, slips the cap back onto his pen.

The confessional booth is set up in the corner, against the wall with the biggest window. He thinks it’s the most beautiful spot in the church, what with the way the stain glass plays across the floor.

He enters the booth, thumb entwining in the chain around his neck. When Jason started his work, he’d taken part in confessionals much more often. Now that he’s so committed, he has to schedule a specific time period where people can come in.

And he knows they will. They always do. People praise Pastor Carver for being so wise, for guiding them in the right direction, into the right hands.

But he doesn’t take kindly to criticism. He knows what he’s doing. He was made for this. Now he can protect people like him from the people he went to high school with. Now he has real power.

There’s some light shuffling coming from the other side of the booth. Did someone come in? Maybe he didn’t hear them over that stupid phone call. He shouldn’t have answered.

“Hello? Is someone there?”

He’s met with silence. He listens, but there’s nothing. He knows he heard something. He’s still young, in perfect health. He doesn’t make mistakes like that.

“We can begin whenever you’re ready,” he says, wondering if maybe whoever is in the other booth might be shy. If maybe they’re a new member of the church congress.

Still he gets no response. He doesn’t like being ignored. What is with people today?

Jason presses the side of his face against the wood, trying to hear through the small gaps. They’re not wide enough to see through clearly, but he gets a glance at something moving. He knew it. He hears the shuffle again, temper rising.

“Listen, If you’re not gonna—”

He doesn’t finish the sentence. A knife, with a freshly sharpened blade, slices through that cheap wood, settling in his cheek. He can’t speak. The metal scrapes against his teeth. If he were to try, he’d certainly lose his tongue.

Blood fills his mouth, and his ears start to ring. He can’t breathe, can’t hear. When the knife is yanked back, pulled maliciously from his face, he’s so completely shocked that he falls, brain malfunctioning. Shutting down, surely.

Quick and easy was best for someone like Jason Carver. Such a big fuckin’ mouth. Never using it for any good, only to push his corrupt agenda on others—like he’s some god.

He should’ve played the damn game. Maybe Billy ought to forego the phone calls and get eight to it. Seems that being blunt is the only way to get through to these assholes.

Wiping his knife off against his robe, Billy steps out of the booth and walks around to Jason’s side. The man sits on the floor, slumped against the seat. His eyes are open, but he’s lost too much blood to be able to form a retort.

Billy leans down, grabbing at the chain around Jason’s neck. The blonde tries to grab for this mysterious figure's arm, tries to do anything, but it doesn’t matter.

The chain breaks easily, gold cross standing out against his gloved hand. He tucks it into his pocket. Such a waste of space, this guy. So fucking pretentious.

Billy has never been happier to take out the trash.

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When Billy gets home, he’s pissed. Mainly because he’s dirty. Carver was a bleeder, got that shit everywhere. It’s on the hem of his robe, caked onto his shoe where he had to step up and get the necklace off.

But more so, he’s pissed that he has to be the one to do this. That people are so blind to the shit storm around them.

He kicks the back door shut behind him.

“Billy?” Your voice calls out to him.

“Headin’ to the bathroom, sweet thing.” He hears you hop off the bed and pad down the hall.

You’re such a fuckin’ sweetheart. He can’t believe it.

You walk into the bathroom the moment he throws the mask down on the toilet seat, blood staining the white material. You watch him put his shoes and the robe in the tub.

He spins around, a smile spreading across his face. “Hey, baby. How’s my girl?”

You meet him halfway for a kiss. “I’m okay. Are you?”

“Better now that I’m with you. Listen, can you do me a favor, sugar?”

You nod.

“In the back of the closet, you know where, there’s a little jewelry box. Can you bring it in here?”

“Of course.”

He winks at you, tying his curls up on the top of his head. “Be quick.”

When you return, he opens the box, and your heart drops at the sheer amount of jewelry inside. But the longer you look, the more you realize what this is.

He’s kept something from everyone. There are rings. Chains. Keyrings. Holy shit. There’s a pair of earrings that look like some Karen Wheeler used to wear. Something very expensive looking, like only a Harrington would have. There’s a lighter, too. With the last name Byers engraved on it.

You stop gawking when Billy tosses the cross necklace inside. He’s almost done. And when he is, you’ll both get out of here. He’s gonna give you such a good life. You just don’t know his plans yet.

“It’s so much safer without them here, you know that, baby?”

Billy looks you in the eye. You push a curl back behind his ear.

“I know. You do such a good job, Billy.”

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Tommy Hagan has been a piece of shit since elementary school, and he’s destined to be one for the rest of his life.

He works at a car dealership, still in Hawkins, still drinking and pretending like he’s seventeen. He peaked in high school, and everyone knows it. Shit, he knows it, and that’s why he’s still clinging to this lifestyle, even when no one else has.

Fucking Steve Harrington even got his ass out of Hawkins, and that’s saying something. Tommy thought Steve would be there for the rest of his life, raising that stupid family he blabbed about, sending the kids to the same schools, but no.

Even Carol left. The woman he should have married. The chick he treated like shit after they graduated, all because he wasn’t ready to grow up–and she was.

He’s still not ready. Not as he sits in his living room, alone because his wife went to stay with her sister. He’s been drinking out of his ass lately, and the other night, he put his hands on her. Tommy isn’t even sure he cares, if he’s honest with himself.

He’s an insecure asshole. He was in high school, and Billy saw the way he treated you because you were quiet. Saw the way he spoke to Carol when they were alone, the way he’d corner other girls at football games or parties, even when Carol was looking for him.

It doesn’t matter who he married. Not really. Tommy Hagan was destined to become a deadbeat wife-beater, and he’d never have had the initiative to change that.

He finishes the beer he’s been nursing and pushes off the couch, heading for the kitchen to find another.

He tosses the bottle into the garbage can rather than the recycling, and it seems to hit hard enough that it shatters inside the trash bag. He shrugs it off. It’s not like he ever takes it out anyway.

Tommy pulls the refrigerator door open, metal handle cool under his fingertips. That was his last beer.

“Y’gotta be fuckin’ kidding me.”

He slams the door closed, the rattling of jars and bottles inside echoing throughout the quiet room. He presses his forehead against the wall, thinking. Shit, if he can’t drink, he might as well eat something.

There’s a TV dinner in the freezer. He pulls it out, shoving it in the microwave as quickly as possible.

Something else that hasn’t changed: how fucking impatient Tommy is. He can’t even handle waiting the two minutes required for his food.

He opens drawers, trying to find the silverware before realizing it’s all dirty. He can’t believe this shit.

He yanks open the dishwasher and pulls out the bottom rack. The microwave starts to beep though, and Tommy backs off for a moment to retrieve his dinner.

With how loud the beeping was, he didn’t hear anyone approach. Didn’t hear the floorboards creak. Didn’t realize that there was someone lurking behind him.

He removes the TV dinner and wipes his hands down his face. “Fuckin’ hell.”

He bends down once more, reaching for a knife so that he’ll be able to cut up his tiny steak.

He doesn’t expect to be shoved, not in the safety of his own home. And he’s certainly not quick enough or to be able to prevent it himself from stumbling, tripping, unable to catch himself. He yells out, but there’s no one else to hear it.

He grabs for the counter, but it’s much too slippery with that fucking vinyl countertop. He’s got no chance.

Tommy Hagan falls forward. When he realizes where he’s headed, what his body is falling over, he thinks for a moment that he should try and brace himself for the fall. But it’s no use. Nothing about his situation is providing him a way out.

His body collides with the silverware basket, into every knife and fork standing there. Like they were waiting for him.

It’s happened so fast that he can’t even scream. All that comes out is a strangled moan. He’s bleeding and he can feel it. He can hear the footsteps behind him, and he tries to reach for the floor, tries to push up and twist to see who’s done this to him. His hand slips in the mess, but he doesn’t have to do much when someone is pulling his hair, using it as leverage to yank him up. The knives below him scrape and drag, his skin tugging in unnatural ways.

Tommy coughs, blood filling his mouth. He can’t speak. He can’t do the one thing he’s good at: open that big mouth.

The masked figure looming over him grabs his other hand, causing him to press further into the silverware. He screams, but it comes out garbled as they tug off his wedding ring.

Tommy’s hair is released, and he sinks impossibly deeper, metal piercing everything.

“Such a shame, Hagan.” The figure speaks. Tommy doesn’t recognize the voice. He wishes he could yell, ask what they want, why they’re doing this–but he can’t.

“Never deserved that wife of yours. Never deserved anything you got. But this? Yeah, this is the surprise you needed.”

The last thing Tommy hears is his own front door slamming shut and locking. How did they get a key? He’ll never know. He’ll die here, and no one is coming for him.

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When Billy slips into bed with you that night, he coaxes your head onto his chest, wanting to feel you. Wanting to know that you’re really there. He leans down to kiss you, finding your eyes glued to the closet door. You know it’s in there.

“What is it, baby?”

You blink, shaking your head. You sit up some, and slip your hand under the edge of his t-shirt, fingers running over the soft of his warm tummy.

“Is this fulfilling for you? Is it something you think you’ll do forever?”

Billy allows himself to think for a moment, and while he does, he gently pulls you closer, leaning up to get that kiss he wanted. When he pulls away, he has an answer for you.

“It’s not something I want to do forever, no. I know we moved to the city and out of Hawkins, but I go back there because it doesn’t feel right to leave those motherfuckers there, roaming around and making it worse. There are good people there, and they don’t deserve to live in a place that’s drowning in shit. So yeah, it’s fulfilling in that I know I can make it a better place. I can protect the people who once protected me.”

And that’s true. Joyce is still there. He talks to her on the phone a few times a week. Shit, the woman is practically his surrogate mother. Max is still there, in college with her friends. Sure, she’ll transfer soon, but still. He can’t leave it like that.

He would’ve taken care of Neil had he not done that himself. Stomped off one night, drunk, and never came home. He got in an accident. Billy was glad to skip that chore.

“I’m almost done, sweetheart, I promise. Just wanted to leave behind something better. I won’t do this much longer. Just wanna keep you safe. It’s so scary out there, baby. I only want the best for you.”

You rest your head on his shoulder, watching his chest rise and fall. This should freak you out, shouldn’t it? It should alarm you? It doesn’t. He’s so good at this. He’s a natural. Doesn’t leave a trace. You do feel safer, admittedly.

“I understand. I just want you to be careful.”

His nails scratch lightly at your neck. “Hey, you don’t have to worry about that. I’ve got this. Nothing’s gonna hurt you, baby. This hellhole is gonna be so much better when I’m done.”

“Yeah, Billy. It is. Then maybe we can get out of here for real.”

“Of course. Anything for my girl.”

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svnriseblvdd · 2 years

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Family Reunion | Steve Harrington

Author: @svnriseblvdd

Word count: 2353

Warnings: bitchy relatives (an aunt and a cousin only) but none apart from that

Summary: In which you're sick of the judgmental questions from your aunt about boyfriends, and you enlist Steve to be your fake boyfriend for a family reunion

Steve is literally so cute in that GIF I can't -

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It was a beautiful summer day, decently warm, but a nice breeze blew through the air. The perfect day, really. Except today was the family reunion.

You were dreading it with every ounce of yourself. Every single one of these brought new rounds of hurtful jokes and teasing from your family. Not always aimed at you, but quite often. And aunt Violet was probably the worst for it. She was almost always picking at your lack of a boyfriend, always comparing you to her daughter, who each time showed up with a boyfriend on her arm. Said boyfriends had two out of three times turned out to be complete assholes, but that didn't matter. Keira had a boyfriend, that was what mattered.

Today, though, would be different.

You'd employed Steve Harrington to act as your boyfriend for the day. Steve was one of your best friends, so you trusted him absolutely. You'd first met through mutual friends, because he'd been enlisted as help when tracking down Dustin's adopted baby Demo-dog, and you, as a friend of Dustin's, had also been called upon.

Together, you and Steve had parented and protected the children and undergone heavy levels of parental stress which was, quite frankly, unnecessary and unappreciated.

He'd rung your doorbell at eleven thirty, a smile growing on his face as he looked up at you, elbow on the doorframe as he leaned against it. He was dressed in jeans and a blue button up, hair sat perfectly atop his head - so very Steve.

You were wearing a pretty blue dress with a neckline across your shoulders, some white shoes, and a belt sat around your waist.

"Hey," he greeted. "You look gorgeous."

"You clean up pretty good yourself, Steve," you chuckled. He held out an arm for you, and you took it, smiling, closing the door behind you. He led you to his car, opening the passenger door for you. "Such a gentleman."

"Only the best for you."

He closed the door, crossing around the front of the car and getting into the driver's seat, beginning to drive to your grandma's lake house.

"Okay, you remember the cover story?" You checked. Everything had to be perfect. If there were any holes in your story, someone (probably aunt Violet) would gauge at them and sink that ship before it reached the harbour.

Steve nodded. "We met at a costume party. We started dancing together because you were making eyes at me from across the room because you dug my attempt at Tim Curry's outfit from Rocky Horror Picture Show. Next thing we know, we're dancing together and then I'm asking you out and boom... Now we're dating."

You looked over at him, deadpanning. "Why didn't I ask someone else to do this?"

"What other guys do you know?" Steve asked. "Aside from Jonathon, because he hates everyone, and he's with Nancy."

"I would've found someone. Maybe someone who would've acted like a mature, responsible person and take this seriously."

"Okay! Okay! I'm trying to be the best boyfriend I can here, I can only do so much seriousness. We were paired together on an English project, and you were super into Macbeth and I wasn't really until I heard you talking about it with so much passion that I kind of instantly fell in love with you and the play."

You nodded. "Thank God. Maybe there's actually some hope for this after all."

Steve stopped outside the lake house, which had many cars parked outside already. He turned the engine off, and got out of the car, running around the front and opening your door for you, taking your hand as you stepped out.

"We're not even in there yet," you reminded him with a small laugh. "You don't have to be all chivalrous yet."

"I know. I'm... Getting into character."

You laughed. "You sound like a real actor."

You pushed open the front door, Steve's hand slipping into your own. "You've got this," he reassured her. "If anything happens, I'm fully ready to throw some punches at Aunt Violet."

You grinned at him. "Hopefully it won't get that far."

The two of you walked inside, looking at the extended family all talking. And through the crowd comes your Aunt Violet, lightly pushing others aside to come greet you and judge your appearance first.

"Y/N, how lovely to see you," she greets, bright red lipstick forming a smile and huge dangling fake diamond earrings swaying. She gives you an airy hug, wherein she barely touches you, just enough for it to be called a hug. Her eyes catch Steve over your shoulder and her face twists into nothing other than blatant shock. "And you brought a friend, how nice."

Frankly, you're not surprised at her comment. The family's lost hope in your bringing a boyfriend, a boy friend would be a surprise certainly, and yet the tone she holds is odd. You know that some part of her doesn't quite want you to bring a boyfriend to one of these, it outshines her daughter. You bringing a boyfriend would be a huge shock to the family, you'd both totally steal Keira's thunder.

Steve placed a hand on your shoulder, noticing your slight nerves. You relaxed rather quickly, just the reassurance that he was there calming your nerves. "This is actually my boyfriend, Steve," you told her, smiling.

Steve's arm around your waist reinforced your confidence and you smiled, giddiness overcoming you like a massive wave. No more teasing about boyfriends, that was for sure.

"Boyfriend?" Aunt Violet splutters, shocked.

You nodded, Steve lightly squeezing your waist. "Do you want me to hang up your jacket, sweetheart?" You nodded, and he took your cardigan, hanging it alongside the rest of your family's jackets.

Steve was surprisingly... At ease. Despite the King Steve confidence he'd maintained throughout high school, he could be quite insecure at times, and honestly, he'd been quite... skittish around you lately. But yet here he was, with the calm confidence he'd had in high school, with the same sweet personality he'd developed since.

"Oh, well... It's lovely to meet you." She turned away, heading to talk to someone.

Steve leant down to whisper in your ear. "Personally, I think that was pretty successful. One point to us."

You turned to look at him, hands on his chest as he held your waist. "Her face was priceless."

"That was amazing, really. Come on, let's go grab some food, and then we'll go talk to whoever you want. If whoever you want to talk to is literally no one, that's fine. We can sit there eating and talking between us the entire time."

"I usually just wait for people to come up to me. They will eventually. Especially today."

The two of you grabbed some food from the kitchen and moved to sit on the deck outside, overlooking the lake. By now, Aunt Violet would've told practically everyone about the news.

This was proven rather quickly as Keira came outside, a tall, muscly guy following her out. "Oh my God, Y/N, it's so good to see you!" She, like her mother, gave an airy hug too. "And who's this? Is this your boyfriend? Mom was just telling me you'd brought someone. She failed to mention how handsome he was."

The guy behind her wasn't listening, clearly uninterested in the day.

"This is Steve," you introduced.

"So great to meet you, Steve. I don't - should we hug? I feel like we should hug." She placed a hand on his shoulder, your eyes landing on it and jealousy striking through you.

"Hello," Steve greeted simply, taking her hand off of his shoulder and sliding an arm around your waist.

Keira seemed a little taken aback, straightening herself up. "Anyways, I have to go talk to people. Love you, talk to you later."

"Of course. I'll see you later."

Keira led her boyfriend away, your eyes travelling down to your fumbling hands as they left. You were picking beneath your nails, Steve frowning as he noticed. He held your hand, meeting your eyes. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah. She just really gets on my nerves, that's all."

"Were you jealous?" You looked away from him, rubbing the back of your neck. "Oh my God, you were totally jealous."

"Shut up!"

"I promise, you had nothing to worry about."

You smiled at him, your gaze flicking down to his lips momentarily. It was then that your grandmother chose to come say hello, accompanied by another aunt, Aunt Beatrice, the two of them sitting down with you and Steve.

"Y/N! How wonderful to see you!" Your grandmother exclaimed happily. She was, unlike her daughter (Aunt Violet) a lovely person. "I assume this is Steve. Violet's been telling everyone. Between you and I, she's a little outraged. But ignore her. Tell me everything." She patted your knee.

"How did you meet?" Aunt Beatrice inquired.

"Last year, actually," Steve replied. "We were paired up for a project in English. I wasn't totally interested in it. I never understood Macbeth. But Y/N explained it so well and she was so passionate about it and I just kind of instantly fell in love. With her and the play."

"Oh, that is gorgeous," your grandmother commented, a hand on her chest.

You turned to look at Steve, finding his eyes already on you. And for a moment, you forget that it's all fake. The way he's looking at you, that damn smile, the love in his features as his hands find yours. But you have to remember. Of course it's fake. He's just really good at this whole boyfriend thing.

"Steve, what our your intentions with our Y/N? We can't have her getting hurt, of course." Your grandmother and Aunt Beatrice are the only blood relations (aside from immediate family) who don't suck on some level. They're genuinely nice people.

"Y/N is honestly one of the most, if not the most, incredible people I've ever met. She's changed my view on the world, and helped me change for the better. I feel like she's constantly surprising me, because I always wonder how on earth she could be so amazing, and then something comes up and I've learned something new about her. She's just so unbelievably awesome, I mean she totally rocks. She's turned my world upside down." You supressed a laugh at his words. "And I'm gonna be here as long as she wants me to be. And I'll try to make her as happy as she makes me, even happier."

Your grandmother and Aunt Beatrice were speechless, honestly. You turned to look at Steve, a look of almost shock on your face.

"This one's a keeper, Y/N. Better than any of the idiots Keira brings for us. All beauty and no brain, or personality for that matter. This one is sweet."

You could see Keira watching from just inside one of the doors that led out onto the deck, her anger clear in her eyes. The attention wasn't on her and she was pissed, clearly, but that was the least of your worries.

"So, Steve, tell us about yourself," Aunt Beatrice prompted.

You took the opportunity first, to show Steve the same love he'd shown to you just moments ago. "Steve is amazing. Really. I mean, was he a little bit of a jerk in high school, absolutely, but he's changed himself around totally. And don't let him fool you. He'll tell you I helped him change, except he never needed me. Because he was always a good person. He just needed the eye-opener to realise it. He's become so wonderful. He plays basketball, he's a great swimmer. He doesn't know movies, but that can be easily fixed, he has a good taste in music. Those kids I've told you about, he acts like a second mother to all of them. He's so protective over them and he cares so much for all of them. It's honestly one of the best things to see."

"Steve, you sound almost too good to be true," Beatrice chuckled.

"Yes, don't let this one go, Y/N," your grandmother agreed. "My camera! I need my camera. I need a picture of the two of you." She was up and away rather fast for an old woman, and she returned quickly with her camera, ready to take pictures.

You and Steve stood, finding a good place to stand, with the lake right behind you, leaning against the railing. His arm was round your waist, yours around his, bright smiles on both of your faces.

But then, he did something unexpected.

It had happened rather suddenly, and you had barely registered it before it was over, all too quickly.

Steve's lips, on your own. They were soft, and the kiss was even more so, gentle like the stroke of a feather against your skin.

He pulled away from you as the family outside cheered a little among themselves, grinning. His eyes searched yours for a moment, your tongue darting out to wet your lips, his eyes following the brief action.

"Oh, that is a lovely one. That is absolutely beautiful. Look at this one, Bea." Your grandmother showed Beatrice the picture, and her face lit up in a smile.

"That is gorgeous." And then the two of them walked away.

"That was..." You murmured.

"Yeah, it was."

"You should've picked drama, you're really good at this," you told him in a quiet voice.

He chuckled, looking down at his feet for a moment as a blush crept up his neck. "I don't have to pretend that you mean the world to me."

You paused, thinking his words over. Did Steve Harrington just admit to having a crush on you? Because it certainly sounded like he did. You looked up at him. "Did you just -"

"Yes. Probably. If you're thinking what I think you're thinking."

A huge smile grew on your face, your hands reaching up and grabbing his face, pulling him down to you, your lips meeting his an a kiss that lasted much longer than the first.

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magnolia-among-the-stars · 1 year

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Kill the Lights [hangman PT. 5/8]

PART OF MY “WHATEVER THIS IS” SERIES WHICH CAN BE FOUND HERE PAIRING: JAKE ‘HANGMAN’ SERESIN x Female Plus Size Bartender!Reader NICKNAME: Sunshine It goes without saying but I do not give permission for anyone to use my work or copy it somewhere else. Want to be added to the tag list for this character, all stories or another character? let me know here :)

PLOT: Penny Benjamin's niece works at The Hard Deck, saving the money she earns to get out of the west coast and put herself through Graduate School. What happens when a pretty boy pilot ends up as her fake boyfriend?

PART ONE / PART TWO / PART THREE / PART FOUR / PART FIVE / PART SIX / PART SEVEN / PART EIGHT / PART NINE / PART TEN / PART ELEVEN / FINAL PART

Time starts to feel different after that day in the booth when you gave Jake his old secondhand store copy of a Report from Engine Co. 82. There was a quiet nature to the two of you, a harmony of moving parts and matching heartbeats the longer the two of you spent in the mirage of a budding romance. At times, it was so simple, so effortless that the two of you forgot about the arrangement and just fell into natural patterns of him picking you up for work on his days off or you going to his place for dinner on Saturday nights before work.

Even your pestering aunt seemed to feel that a new leaf had turned as she walked the two of you on the picnic tables during the day before the Hard Deck would open. Deep in your work, you would sit barefoot with your legs up on his thick thighs and his lean fingertips would massage your calves as he read his newest book or bathed in the heat of the sun.

When the Summer months passed and September came and went, Javy was convinced the two of you inaudibly changed your relationship status for real. It made him incredibly happy. What made him even more happy was hearing that the two of you were planning to match your Halloween costumes for the party that Phoenix and Aries were hosting together.

“You want to go as cowboys?” Jake asks as he walks you home from work one night, arm wrapped protectively around your shoulders. He couldn’t help but crack a smile just looking down at you, bundled up in his old heather gray naval academy sweatshirt. Your hand skimmed across his toned stomach delicately, grazing your fingertips over the flesh on his exposed hipbone. A shiver runs through the man which makes you giggle.

“Why not?”

“I’m from Texas darlin’,” Jake’s drawl is thick and factual, “It’s a bit on the nose, no?”

You pull away from him as your porch comes into view, back to the home as you stare at him. He’s sunkissed to the gods and with the quiet desk time he’s had before the new group of recruits start, a scruff has begun to scrap his sharp jawline. Over the weeks of your agreement, he had been scaling back on the stiff gel. It left his hair soft and so fluffy that you couldn’t help but run your hands through it any chance you got, even tugging on it teasingly in gentle moments. “Maybe I want to see you in your truest form.”

If Jake caught something in your tone, he didn’t show his cards. You walk through the thick tension until you’re on the top step of your porch, glancing down at the beautiful man in front of you. “Thank you for,” the sound of a car rumbles down the dark neighborhood road and without taking my eyes off his emerald greens, you know the driver in an instant.

Jake steps up, the way you know you can count on him for and he steps up just a step with his hands up. “Say something mean,” he demands, intense gaze on your face as you frown.

“Excuse me?”

“Keep that cute, annoyed look on your face and say something mean to me,” Jake repeats, holding his hands up like he’s trying to defend himself. “He’ll think it’s weird that we were at a distance from each other. So, give me something to try to charm my way back into your arms,” Jake challenges and you narrow your eyes at him, jaw clenched.

“I can’t believe you wouldn’t let me buy an extra book today,” you grumble, shoving him lightly for good measure so he steps off the porch. His brows raise at the sudden motion, and it almost causes a giggle to roll through you. But it doesn’t last because suddenly, Jake’s in your space and clouding your judgement.

He’s fogging up your brain as he takes the steps quick enough to grab your face between his gentle hands. The leather of the watch his father gifted him after graduation roughs against your jaw. It’s delicious. “Is that the best you’ve got?” His tone is taunting and it’s brewing something in your lower tummy in a way you haven’t experienced in a while.

“You make it hard to be mean,” you breath out, hands shoving without much effort at his chest. You muster all the strength of Meryl Streep before shoving him back again, down into the yard. “I don’t want to look at you right now, I can’t believe you.”

He’s getting that whiplash again, your loud and sharp tone something he never wants to experience again. It tugs at his heart strings and suddenly he feels like he’s begging not to leave your side, begging to stay. He watches you turn away from him, toward the door where you try to collect your keys slowly and shakily. “Please,” he’s suddenly whimpering behind you, but you can’t look now. You’ll break and tell him that you don’t want to look anywhere but him. That he’s the only one on your mind. Just as you get your key into the slot, rough hands are grabbing your hips and spinning you around to press you softly against the doorframe.

Jake’s mouth is soft and begging as it slots over yours, moving almost skittishly as he clutches at the soft material by your waist to tug you closer to his body. Your hands slide up his chest, against the strong muscles of his shoulders as you nibble on his bottom lip before you stop kissing back. You push him away but this time, Jake’s prepared and he only steps back once, twice before he’s back.

He grabs your cheeks and tugs you to him as he kisses you again. This time, the porch disappears around you when his lips pepper your neck, and the rumbling of the car is lost in the way Jake’s jeans rub against your thighs. Jake knows exactly where your sweet spot is on the crux of your neck, wet kisses skim along your collarbone as you step backward. Your hand finds the doorknob behind you, twisting awkwardly to step into the house. Your fingers run over the buttons of his shirt and clench, tugging his shirt with your eyes locked as he follows you inside.

He kicks the door shut behind him and locks it swiftly, his chest rising and falling as you stare at each other in the silence of your small home. Without looking away, Jake toes of his boots and steps tentatively toward you with slow hands. It’s a stark contrast to the hot and heated moments out on the porch outside but you were more than okay with this Jake; soft and hesitant.

“I don’t think we’re Oscar worthy yet,” his lips are swollen and pink, inviting as he takes a deep breath.

His minty breath fans over you as you kick off your shoes, eyes searching his flushed face. “Method actors rarely get awards,” the comment makes him chuckle as you slowly tug him to the couch. “Can we…”

“Yes,” he murmurs before he kisses you again, his strength tugging you onto his lap as you forget everything but each other’s mouths.

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A Pure Bodypainting Experience

It's Halloween, and Joan is looking forward to the family party that the Arcs hold every year. She and her aunt have matching costumes, after all! However, before they get into them, Cynthia has something she wants to do with her niece...

“Nmmnnppph~!” Joan whined, a blush on her face and doing her best not to wiggle in place as tickly, tingly pleasure washed over her form, starting from her breasts and spreading out and through her body, the wetness spreading along her breasts as she watched her smiling aunt paint her bare breasts with orange paint, her own bust just as bare, covered with orange and black paint from her own work.

A bright giggle from her aunt filled her ears. “Hold still, Joanie~! We don’t want to have to wipe all the paint off and start over again, now do we?” Cynthia teased with a smile as she moved the paintbrush along

Her blush became darker as she remembered just how she had gotten put into this position…

Earlier That Day…

“Hi, Auntie!” Joan chirped as she looked over her Halloween costume this year, a costume of Power Girl that she finally felt confident enough to wear, and she knew that her Aunt had a similar one: Supergirl.

She had always loved doing matching costumes, like when she and Mordred had gone as two of their ancestral family members, Artoria and Jeanne, or when she had managed to convince Saphron and Terra to go as belly dancers (Modest ones! Most of their bodies were actually covered) with her (though she didn’t know why they looked so strained that night...or where the costumes went after that Halloween…)

But while she knew that they had managed to coordinate their costumes, she also wondered why her auntie had asked her to come early, much earlier than she thought she would (it wasn’t even eleven in the morning, and the Halloween Party for the family wasn’t until six this evening), but she wasn’t too bothered by the fact. She loved spending time with her aunt.

Joan found herself engulfed in her aunt’s hug, and wrapped her arms around her in response, giggling softly as she felt their breasts squish together, a hint of guilt filling her. She knew that it felt good, and that always embarrassed her that simply hugging someone could make her feel the way that it did. It was why she hardly ever went without her binder or thick bra, but today there was no need for it.

...so now she was just in her Pumpkin Pete hoodie and a thin undershirt, her boobs tingling and nipples swollen and pressing against the silk.

“So, are you looking forward to the party tonight?” shoving the guilt and mild shame away, Joan smiled brightly, nodding.

“Yes! I’ve been looking forward to it since I got my costume!” she bounced on her feet as she thought about how she would look later, dressed in the outfit of the confident Power Girl. Due to her shyness, she had always found herself drawn to costumes of women that were powerful and confident, wanting to draw on that same confidence for herself.

It was always thrilling, to be someone knew, someone more confident, someone who wasn’t ashamed to show off their body…

Granted, she was much more confident now, but the matter still stood that she loved wearing things that she normally wouldn’t dare wear normally.

And her auntie always helped her find costumes perfect for her, which was sometimes hard, considering how...blessed she was in curves. It always made finding a costume that fit a right pain in her bouncy bubble butt.

She was pulled from her musings as she heard her aunt laugh, the sound merry and happy, only bringing her own joy up as well. “Sweetie, you decided on your costume in May.” she teased, making Joan blush. It wasn’t her fault that she enjoyed dressing up and the parties!

Turning to the side a bit, she forced the pout down that wanted to surface. She was going to Beacon, darn it! Pouting was for children!

She completely missed the small smile that formed on her aunt’s face.

Though she didn’t miss her words. “Hey, Joanie...want to do a little painting project before the party~?” she asked, looking at her with a smile that would send anyone but her running for the hills. But not her. That smile only promised fun.

“Sure, auntie! What are we going to paint?”

Back To Present...

‘What are we going to paint, indeed…’ Joan thought with a dark blush, looking down at her aunt as she dragged the brush laden with orange paint across her breast, the pink of her swollen nipple peeking through since it wasn’t yet painted, the color clashing with the orange.

She was surprised that her whole body wasn’t red. She hadn’t been expecting body painting!

And of course her auntie made her do it to her first! She had been so embarrassed as her aunt shamelessly stripped down to her black thong and put her arms behind her head, thrusting her chest out and telling her to grab a brush and start painting.

And she did, though her hands were so shaky that she had to wipe her aunt’s chest clean and restart.

Then she mismanaged the placement of her brush strokes, meaning she needed to wipe her aunt’s chest clean and start over again.

The third time was the charm, though Joan felt shame as she noticed her aunt’s nipples were swollen and she realized that she had caused that. Thankfully, her aunt didn’t seem to be angry in any way, simply giving her a small smile as she did her best to make her painting job not look as lopsided as she thought it was.

Thankfully, by the time she was done, it wasn’t that bad looking, a single eye and half of the jagged, grinning mouth on each breast.

Looking down, her aunt grinned and bounced on her feet, making her chest bounce wildly, before taking the brush from her and telling her to ‘assume the position’, leaving her like this.

Hands braced on the back of her head, thrusting her embarrassingly large chest out, wearing only her blue side tie bikini panties, which were getting shamefully wet as the brush moved over the flesh of her breasts, her nipples swelling embarrassingly as the pale skin was coated in a healthy coat of orange.

“There’s no need to be shy, Joanie, okay? You’re a beautiful young woman, and this is just for fun~!” that did not help the wetness in her panties to stop, but hey, what could she do?

Tell her aunt, the woman who had helped her through all the awkward things in her life as a Pure Girl, “Hey, this is making my panties a swamp and making me feel really good, can we stop please?”

She wanted to sink into the earth just thinking that.

But she forced the embarrassment down. Her aunt looked so happy doing this with her, and it honestly was fun to do, if embarrassing beyond belief. But then, several of the things that her aunt had done with her had been fun, yet embarrassing.

Finally, the orange was done, and Joan swallowed hard as all that was left was the gaps left for the eyes and mouth…

As her aunt dipped the new brush in black paint, Joan bit down on her lower lip, praying she didn’t make any embarrassing noises…

Though not wanting to make any noise only made the sensations worse as her nipples were stroked by the soft, prickly bristles of the paintbrush, pleasure rushing straight down between her legs.

She fought not to make any noise, quivering in place as her core fluttered, her underwear growing wet as pleasure filled her.

She prayed that her auntie didn’t notice the lines of sticky liquid trailing down her inner thighs…

Finally, the trial was over, and as they wiped themselves clean of the excess paint that was on their forearms and thighs, Joan managed to discreetly wipe herself clean of the fluids that had drooled out of her body.

She sighed softly, wincing a bit as she pulled her panties back up and made sure the tie was secure, feeling the wetness of her own fluids against her skin before she looked at herself in the mirror.

...as embarrassing as it was to admit, the paint job that her aunt did was incredibly well done. If you didn’t know about it, it was almost like she wasn’t topless at all…

...though the chill of the fan blowing across her bare breasts and between her legs wasn’t helping her at all!

She was pulled form her thoughts as she heard her aunt call for her. “Come on, Joan! Let’s take a picture together!”

Blue eyes widened.

Joan blushed as she was pulled against her aunt’s body, their hips bumping together as they stood before her mounted scroll. This was so embarrassing!

But, her aunt was right. She did need to live a little, and well, it wasn’t like either of them were going to go and post this on social media…

Blushing, she made a peace sign with her hand, her other arm wrapped around her aunt’s waist, her aunt matching her and grinning at the camera.

Snap!

Joan watched her aunt bounce (some parts more than others...did she look like that when she moved?) over to the scroll and glance at the picture, smiling brightly before tapping the screen, her own scroll buzzing as she was sent the photo as well.

Glancing at it, she smiled softly, even as her blush threatened to deepen. It really did come out well.

Despite that, she knew that they had to get the paint off, otherwise it would stain their outfits, and she did not want her mother knowing that she had painted her boobs and took a topless photo! She’d be grounded until she was thirty!

“That was fun, auntie...we need to get ready for the party soon, though…” Joan realized, as she checked the time.

“That we do, little knight...that we do...come on, we’ll share a shower to ensure we get all the paint off~” Joan swallowed, but nodded. Her auntie was right, of course, after all, there was nothing wrong with sharing a shower with someone you trusted!

And after this, they’d get to show of their costumes!

Following her auntie up the stairs, Joan felt some eagerness for what was to come later that night fill her, looking forward to the family party.

In the living room, both scrolls sat innocently, both bearing the pictures of the aunt and niece in body paint.

#Painting Pumpkins #Happy Halloween #Pure Girl AU #Joan Arc #Cynthia Arc #Bodypainting #Nudity #Arousal #Embarrassment #Art On AO3

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Black Cat's Curse - TASM! Fem! Reader

Summary: Peter Parker has been cursed, crossing paths with the oh so feared black cat isn't exactly in his itinerary, and no, we are not talking about or favorite lady, Felicia. On Halloween night his bad luck has prodded him to the solution he didn't know he was looking for.

Word count: 6,537

Warnings: cursing, witchcraft (lol idk)

a/n: Hi! I'm back with a lil Halloween story for you, this one fully came to me last week. It isn't anything crazy but I do hope you enjoy it. Happy Halloween y'all. I adopted a black cat recently so maybe that's where the inspo came from. Bye :)

“What do you mean you can’t do anything?” Spider-Man was about to drop to his knees, to beg. And he never begged for anything in his life, other than bringing Ben back to life.

“Ow Spider.” Her finger with a long perfectly manicured nail traced his spandex covered clavicle. “Yes, they call me Black Cat but it doesn’t mean I know how to undo your bad luck. That’s on you and the poor black kitty you crossed paths with.”

“But whenever I get unlucky it’s always because of you, how come this is different?”

“Hey, don’t come to me with that bullshit, that’s just how things are, you should’ve known better. You’re on your own Spider.”

Peter closed his eyes, not that Cat could see him but he needed a second not to throw a punch at her, he knew she’d dodged with ease but he didn’t want to risk it. Exhaling he was about to humiliate himself once more, turning around Cat was long gone.

“Mother fuck-“ a splash of what he knew was bird poo painted the red spandex of his forearm with sickly yellowy-white. “Seriously?” Arms up in the air, no one to reply back.

Peter Parker wasn’t a big fan of Halloween growing up, he always went for the uncool type of costumes, he clearly remembered asking aunt May to buy him a white wig so he could dress up as Albert Einstein when he was about eleven. Uncle Ben ended up buying him white color spray and a fake mustache so they could DIY the look. Knitted burgundy vest, faux wrinkles on his face and the already perfect bushy brows made Peter the happiest kid in the block.

He was beyond ecstatic with the way his costume turned out, adults praised him and aunt May for the effort when he went trick or treating but the real menace were kids’ nasty words and funny remarks about him. After that he either went with a boring costume, he preferred to fit in, or at least try rather than be laughed at.

It was obvious that the teasing continued up until college, but college was bearable compared to what he had gone through since he became Spider-Man.

Peter hadn’t been in need of a costume for years now, that was the main reason why he liked Halloween now, he could walk around as a civilian in his actual suit, no one batted an eye in his direction during this day.

Flash Halloween party was crazy loud, Peter didn’t know these many people were friends with Flash.

“Hey Spider-Man!” His heart skipped a beat, but Flash was smiling at him. “Peter, you made it!”

Peter took the mask off, he thought this would be funny, wearing his actual suit was comfortable but now he was regretting it, he had several mini heart attacks whenever called him by his alias. He felt sweat dripping from his back. Yeah he would need to wash the suit.

“Of course man! I promised, right?” he laughed trying to disguise the panic.

Flash was wearing a Beetle juice costume, a pretty epic one if Peter could have an opinion on it.

“I see you went all in with the costume huh?” He snatched the mask off Peter’s hand. “Nah this isn’t as good as the original.” Flash laughed.

With cherry colored cheeks Peter chuckled. “Yeah, I bought it at Walmart. Everyone seems to love the guy so I just thought why not?”

“I’ve seen worse Parker, like the guy dressed as Alex Turner? Pfff lazy.”

“Really? I haven’t seen him. Don’t tell me it’s Harry the one dressed like that.” Peter said amused.

“Almost, but no. Harry hasn’t shown up yet, bet he found some expensive costume made suit and will pull off a ‘I’m Leonardo DiCaprio in Wolf of Wall Street.””

Both boys rolled their eyes. “Wouldn’t be surprised.”

Suddenly Peter felt cold dripping from his back.

“Hey dickhead, watch where you are going.” Flash was the first to talk, pushing a drunk David Bowie out the way.

Peter was in shock, how come he didn’t notice, why were his senses not alerting him of the guy at his back.

The smell of sweet fruity punch and vodka lingered on his nose.

“Shit Pete, do you want to change?”

Peter shook his head, lipped smile on. “No, don’t worry I’m good. Just going to grab a beer.”

“Ok, if you need something just look for me, okay?”

“Sure, thanks Flash. Cool party by the way.”

Flash grinned. “Thanks Parker! See ya around.”

The lights were kaleidoscopic, New Wave music playing, it was a lot and now his suit was wet and cold and there were pretty girls around, and he couldn’t concentrate in one thing.

Fuck me.

Tuning around as he dodged a group of girls dressed as fairies he clocked eyes with a witch. She was sitting on the couch with other people, Peter wasn’t sure if she was with them or not but the staring sent shivers down his spine.

She gave him a lipped smile, one he tried to emulate, not succeeding because she dropped her expression. The next thing he knew it was that she disappeared.

He shook his body to try and get rid of the odd feeling. Finding a beer was easy, what wasn’t easy was held in the need to puke when the warm and obviously outdated beer’s taste hit his tongue.

Peter sighed, he was tired of this, it hadn’t even been a week with this black cat curse and he was already done, no fight with Electro nor Vulture had done him this wrong. Sloped shoulders and a bitter taste he was ready to go home.

Exiting the loud house in Brooklyn, Peter’s eyes found the sparkly ones of a witch.

A new wave of shivers appeared as Season of the Witch played at his back. Spooky as shit.

“Okay, this is worrying me.” He mumbled.

The girl approached him in two long steps.

“Hello,” you smiled, showing him your pearly white teeth.

“Um hi?”

“Sorry to bother you, I saw you in there and if you don’t mind me saying this… you look like shit.” The apple of your cheeks tinted pink.

Peter scoffed. “Yeah? Well, I didn’t need to hear it because I do indeed feel like shit, so if you excuse me,”

He took a step to the right to make his escape, but you took the exact same side as he did.

Peter scowled.

“I—I don’t want to sound crazy but you do have like a bad aura around you, you know? Like a dark cloud following you, and… okay yeah I’m going to say this with the risk of sounding like an insane person but I promise you I am not—“

Taking a cautious step closer, you were too close for Peter’s liking. On your tiptoes you angled yourself to reach his ear.

“You are cursed.”

Peter felt his body freeze, his eyes went wide just as goosebumps formed on his skin.

“You… how did you know?” Peter stumbled back a little.

“As I said, I can see it.” You took a jump back. Your face went back to a soft smirk. “Need help with it?”

Peter looked around, the streets were busy still, it wasn’t even midnight yet.

“You know how to revert it?”

“Sure thing. It’s a simple spell.”

“Can you do it now, like chant it or whatever.”

You scoffed. “Hell no! It’s a bit more complicated than that,” balancing on the balls of your heels you stared at him. Peter was mulling with the possibilities. You were weird as fuck. But he didn’t feel the Peter tingle as it was. He only felt wary.

You had this cute smile and very bright eyes. If Black Cat couldn’t do anything to help him, why not take his chances and accept the help of an actual witch.

“Are you like a real witch?” He squinted.

“Yeah.”

“Fine. What do we need to do?”

You grinned, joyous.

“Follow me Peter Parker.”

Shrugging, you said: “Flash told me.”

“You know Flash?” Well, that was news to him. He never expected him of all people to be close with a witch.

You seemed offended. “Um yes? We take bioengineering together.”

Peter almost choked on his own saliva. “You go to Empire?”

“Yes, I’ve seen you around, you’re friends with that rich kid that always looks at the rest of us as if we were dirt under his shoe.”

You couldn’t help but laugh when Peter scrunched his nose. “That sounds like Harry.”

“Osborn is not always nice to everyone.”

Peter knew that but Harry wasn’t a bad person he just hadn’t been given the attention he deserved.

“So bioengineering, huh? You’re pretty smart I assume.”

“It helps with the witchcraft thing, believe it or not.”

Peter could see why. He grabbed his mask a little tighter.

“Oh.”

Peter heard you say, a second later a car passed by full gas, the puddle of dirty water splashed wetting his legs.

“You could’ve warned me, you know?” shaking his legs only made the water go down into his converses, wetting his socks. He needed to come up with a water repellent suit.

“Right, sorry. Never seen such a curse before. The grayish hue around you goes purple whenever something is about to happen. It’s kinda awesome.” You grinned.

Why was this woman always so cheery? Peter sighed and continued walking.

“Do you have a name or should I just call you Witch?”

You chuckled. “I do have a name but Witch is way more fun. And it’s Halloween, it fits.”

Peter grimaced. What a time to be cursed.

Both hopped on a bus after walking three blocks.

“Are you hungry Peter Parker?”

His stomach felt like growling. “I could eat.”

“Nice, I’ll order some pizza. It should be there when we arrive.”

Peter saw you texting. He noticed for once your whole attire. Pointy hat with purple ribbons and tulle decorating it. You had glitter smeared on your cheeks and eyelids. The dress was black tulle as well with a sparkling touch, he wasn’t sure what it was. The tights had black and purple stripes with a nice pair of black Dr Martens. It was like a modern version of the classic Witch costume he’d seen in movies.

It suited you, what it didn’t match was your always happy features. Peter wondered if you were in fact a witch or just pretended to be one for the sake of the holiday.

“Do you like mushrooms?” You found him staring. Your cheeks went a tone deeper in red.

Peter panicked and looked out the window, far away from you. “They’re fine.”

“Good, I ordered half pepperoni and half mushrooms.”

Humming, you, witchy girl unlocked, your phone and started to play…

“Sudoku? Really Witch?” Peter grinned, this was so odd to him.

“I like it, it keeps me on my toes.” you giggled.

Unintendedly, Peter kept an eye on the game, finger pointing to one square and mumbled “there has to be a nine.”

The grid sheet sparkled after you pressed the 9 in. “Nice one, Peter Parker.”

“Just call me Peter.”

Your eyes locked on his. “But Peter Parker sounds more interesting.” You nudged him, making him laugh.

“You’re so weird.”

“Thanks.”

•••

Peter sat in the living room. The apartment was simple, it didn’t even feel witchy at all. It smelled fresh and there was some kind of lavender sent around.

“What? Disappointed?” You laughed at his face.

“A little, yes.”

“It’s 2023 Peter Parker. I don’t have cauldrons and a crystal ball.” Your witch hat rested comically on the kitchen counter.

“So what kind of witch are you, then?” Peter spoke with a mouthful, the pizza was incredibly tasty.

“I’m not one kind, I just do what I want to do.”

Peter nodded.

“Careful with the—“

Peter’s slice of pizza fell on his converses. He thought he’d been clever by not using his spandex lined boots.

“Shit.”

“I tried to tell you.”

He peeled the slice from his black chucks. “Can I get another slice?”

You pushed the box his way.

“How did you get cursed?” You asked, nibbling on your lip, the pizza resting on a plate on your lap, untouched.

“Crossed the path of a black cat.” He grunted. “Sounds stupid but it’s what happened.”

“Been there. I’ll fix it, it shouldn’t be hard”

Peter straightened. “How long is it going to take?”

You stared at him. Peter could almost see the nuts turning in your brain.

“A few hours, I suppose.”

“Is it going to hurt?”

“Maybe?”

Peter had multidimensional war flashbacks from Doctor Strange, and the other Peters. Yeah he wasn’t in. “Well, now that I’ve had time to think about it I remember why I don’t do witchcraft. You need to find another way. I’ve had my fair share of that and it was quite the hustle so no Miss Witch I think I’m good.” He gave you a lipped smile.

“Okay… um why don’t you tell me about it, I assure you this is completely different and safe.”

“I’m not legally allowed to talk about it, so…” He shrugged. “Also you said it can hurt. I’m not down for that."

“Ugh fine, Peter Parker, but if you go, the curse won’t go away, you’ll have to live with it.”

Peter looked down, considering all that had happened maybe you were right, it’s not like he hadn’t suffered enough to handle a little magic.

“Fine.”

You got up in a jump, disappearing inside a room. Peter heard rattling and the closing of drawers. He wasn’t sure what to expect so he tried to not think about it.

After another two slices of what he considered a perfect pizza, Peter put the plate down on the coffee table. The table cracked in two as if some almighty froze had cut it in two with a really sharp invisible blade.

“How the fuck?” He squealed, holding both sides of his face with his hands. This was nonsense. He didn’t even put force.

“What happened?” You appeared behind him. “Oh… well I needed a new coffee table anyway.”

You went away humming again.

“Insane… she is insane.” Mumbling Peter crossed his arms, trying to not touch or breathe too hard, anything could create a domino effect and make the building collapse or something worse. He could die if he forgot how to breathe!

He guessed that wasn’t possible but he was not going to risk it.

The skin on his back felt sticky but he didn’t dare to move. After a moment you cleared your throat to announce yourself.

“So Peter Parker, I’m going to ask you a few questions…. It's protocol only.”

Sitting down at his feet, you flipped a few pages, grabbed a pink sparkly gel pen and wrote down in pretty cursive calligraphy.

Peter Parker.

Cursed by crossing paths with a black cat :(

“You do this often or-“ he asked.

“Nah, but it’s nice to document these things, who knows when I will need the information.” You beamed, clearly excited by the whole situation.

“Sure,”

“So, have you been cursed before?” blinking, you waited for a response.

Peter wasn’t sure if his Spider-Man issues were a curse, sometimes it felt like that to be honest.

“Not that I’ve been aware of.” He leaned back on the couch.

“Have you killed people in the past?”

His face contorted, now that was a hard question.

“It’s… um not voluntarily… I mean no, of course no” he let out a pretty fake laugh. “But I saw my uncle die and my… my girlfriend too.”

Your face dropped. “Sorry about that.”

He half shrugged, looking the other way, he was not going to cry in front of a witch, this was humiliation enough.

“Er, next question. Do you have allergies?”

“No.”

“Experienced dizziness, or a rush of adrenaline in the past forty-eight hours?”

Peter squinted, these were very specific questions. “ Yeah, but what does that have to do with the curse?”

You shrugged. “See if there are side effects.”

“The adrenaline thing isn’t for the curse… I have a stressful job.”

“That responds the next question… so how long has it been since you got cursed?” your head rested on your palm, you reminded him of that one therapist aunt May forced him to go see a few years ago.

“Three days, maybe four.”

“Hmmm, interesting.”

“Why?”

“Hmm? Oh well, cats don’t just go out crossing people’s paths like that. Most times they have a reason. Have you wronged a cat in your life?” your knee going up and down nonstop, Peter noticed the nervous thick. He had several.

Felicia could count as a cat but she had wronged him more than he had her.

“No.” He scoffed.

“Ok, didn’t want to offend you.”

Peter let out a breathy laugh, this was the craziest shit that he had experienced and he had gone through a lot of fucked up shit in his life.

“Please come with me.”

You stood up with a graceful jump. Dress puffing with air. Peter stared at your hand extended to him. The moment he took it there was this tingly feeling that crossed his whole body.

You grinned. He glared.

The room you got in was pitch black, a breeze came from somewhere, it smelled like incense. With the snap of your fingers a yellow hue covered the room which was not more than 80 square feet, seemed to be a closet.

Three candles were floating, Harry Potter style. His hand went over the flame no wire attached to them.

“Am I hallucinating already?” He said. Hand now going under the candle he was in awe.

“Nope, we haven’t started yet.” You chuckled. “And those are totally real. It’s a very easy spell.” You said proudly.

“Cool,”

“Sit on the floor.” You demanded, Peter obeyed.

With a bright pink dust, you painted a circle and a bunch of indecipherable symbols that Peter preferred not to know what they meant. Instead he focused on you; your smooth hands tracing patterns as if it was second nature. Your lips were tuned slightly upwards, it was obvious how this made you feel. Peter felt his own lips curving.

Hmm… he frowned, that was not right. But his mind was taking over, your long lashes with specs of glitter resting on them. Hair, shiny and soft looking. Peter kind of wanted to brush it to the side with his fingers. Shaking his head he couldn’t be thinking such things, he didn’t even know your name. And you were a witch!

And you are a fucking Spider-Man, chill the fuck out Parker.

Great! He was going insane now.

Snapping your fingers, music started to sound.

“Is that Fiona Apple?” Peter asked, throwing her a quick glance,

“Yes! She gives off the right vibe for this.” Your sly smirk made Peter’s stomach flip.

Oh no.

Squaring down, to be on eye level with him, he caught the very faint scent of cherry.

“I’m going to give you tea, It’s going to make you a little dizzy and jittery.” Extending your palm, you showed him two little rocks.

“What’s that for?” Peter took them either way.

Your index finger pointed to a clear looking crystal. “That’s clear quartz, it clears the mind, attracts positivity and repels negativity. The orange one it’s citrine for positive mood, clarity and focus.”

His chocolate eyes never left yours, for the first time the whole night your smile quivered. You needed to gain some distance. You stood up quickly.

“Whatever happens, don’t let them go. And you have to have them around until the next new moon. Understood?”

Peter sighed, whatever helps him get over this. “Got it.”

You opened a book with a crimson hard cover. A sage green cup rested on the wooden table in front of you. Your back facing Peter, he let the little crystals roll on his palm as he heard Fiona Apple’s voice mixing with the cooing spell you were casting. Words he had never heard got whispered inside the cup, the energy in the room changed in a second, the yellow hue became brighter.

Peter’s body shivered when you went back kneeling before him.

“Drink this, you have to close your eyes and don’t open them until I say so, okay Peter Parker?”

Peter nodded, gulping as he took the cup. It was warm to the touch. The liquid inside looked like any other tea aunt May had made him before, a little cloudy but it had a nice smell.

“I added a little honey and it’s spearmint flavored.” You chirped.

“How many times have you said you have done this?” Peter was really curious, it came pretty natural to you.

“Oh this is the first time, but I’m sure it’ll go almost perfect.”

“Jesus, that’s just what one would like to hear in these situations.”

“Come on Peter Parker, this is fun!”

“Cheers, I guess.”

Peter drank the whole thing in one go and the taste was surprisingly good.

He sat there waiting for something to feel different but nothing changed.

“How you feeling?” You asked, looking him in the eye.

“Should I be feeling weird?” he replied, trying to pay attention to his body. Everything was the same. He opened his eyes.

“Shit, you are supposed to be experiencing something by now. And you drank the whole thing,” you stomped your foot on the floor. “I did everything the book said.”

Quickly, you went back to the book to check the spell as if it was a recipe.

“Sorry to disappoint.” Peter sighed. “Hey um, this is going to sound weird, but, would you like to… I don’t know, like go for coffee one of these days?” your eyes went wide, big as saucers hearing him ask. “Or not… I mean I was just suggesting.”

“Don’t move Peter Parker.” You squinted, Peter felt something on his arm.

“You opened your eyes!” She squealed.

A spider, the same spider that bit him years ago was walking up his arm, then there was another and another, all of them crawling upwards.

“Holy fucking shit.” Horror stained his voice. But Peter couldn’t move. He didn’t know if he was able to feel his body.

“You are Spider-Man for fucks sake keep it together” you cried. “Told you to keep them closed."

In a swift move you grabbed a few vials filled with dust in different colors. Peter was wide eyed, gawking, unmoving about to have a heart attack.

“I can’t move, help!” his voice high pitched.

“Shut up Peter Parker, I’m trying to think!”

A marble mortar plopped on the table, a mix of colors and sparks flashed across your face.

“Sorry for what’s next but you can’t move and I’m not in position to kill our city’s hero.”

Grabbing the dust on the mortar, you put the bright blue dust on your lips as you fell on your knees in front of Peter. Careful not to ruin the pentagram.

Leaning forward you said,

“The spider you see is just in your mind, you are hallucinating for real this time, that’s why i told you to not open your eyes. Wish things were different but this is it, Peter Parker.”

“What?”

“Good luck.”

You clashed your lips with his. In a second Peter felt his whole body tingle, like he was having a serious case of pins and needles. Involuntarily his palm went up to rest on your cheek. Warm and soft. Cherry scent, and blueberry taste. His eyes fluttered shut as he kissed you, the crazy girl he met a few hours ago at the halloween party.

A sharp turn. Just like when you twirl in one spot until you feel the whole room shake and you are in that state of happy dizziness. Peter felt like that and he kind of enjoyed it.

When the motion stopped fully he opened his eyes. Blinking he reincorporated, he didn’t know he had been lying down this whole time.

Spider-Man’s spandex suit still plastered on his torso just that the room was not the tiny room he had been in.

“Peter?”

“Aunt May?”

“Breakfast is ready!”

Peter rested on his elbows, he was in his room in Queens. He was in Brooklyn just a second ago. And, why was he even here? His apartment was in Manhattan.

Shaking his head he peeled the tight suit off, his body complained, a common thing by now. Taking a quick shower he saw the water run down the drain, little hints of bright blue in them. He shook his head, migraine settling behind his eyes.

“I had no idea you were staying the weekend Peter, you always let me know.” May dried her hands in the kitchen cloth as she looked at him with fond eyes. “You scared the hell living out of me last night when I heard you in your room.”

Peter frowned, he didn’t remember how he got in, he wasn’t even sure what happened after he saw Flash at the party. Late that night he found two shiny bits of crystal on his bed. His mind screamed at him to keep them near.

Until the new moon, right?

Glimpses of what felt like dreams were trying to tell him something, most days Peter woke up with the feeling that he had forgotten something but he pushed it aside, there wasn’t much time to think of Peter problems when there were Spider-Man real problems.

It took him six days to notice his bad luck had disappeared, he felt lighter than ever, he even got a rise at his job which was hard to believe. Cat hadn’t been involved in trouble and Peter didn’t need patching or stitches for the week, he was doing amazing.

One night during patrol. He was sitting on a building in Brooklyn, there had been a fire two blocks down, no one had been injured so Peter left the scene before the police arrived. Now his legs hung on the edge of the six story building. Phone in hand. Flash posted the party’s photos, he laughed at one where a group of guys dressed as the one and only Pitbull were carrying Flash as he threw pumpkins shaped confetti in the air. Flash knew how to have a good time, Pete gave him that.

The next photo was one where he could see himself at the back, he barely noticed it was him, the spandex gave him away. But what caught his attention was the pointy hat, purple ribbons floating. His heart increased its pace.

•••

Flash was doing some drills at Empire’s gym. Sweaty and all, he greeted Peter with a hug and a laugh.

“Pete, you left too early the other day!”

Peter’s cheek went warm. “Sorry, yeah I wasn’t feeling well.”

“No problem. You want to play? For the good ol’ days.” Flash chuckled.

Peter remembered high school as if it was yesterday.

“I have class in like twenty minutes, but next time. I was just wondering if you knew the name of this girl I met at your party.”

Flash smirked, nudging Peter on the ribs. “I see why you weren’t feeling well huh? Parker.”

Peter scratched his neck, this was so awkward, he didn’t even know the girl.

“What she looked like?”

Peter’s image of you was very vague, he remembered the costume, but nothing else really.

“You have an idea how many girls dressed like that were at the party? I need more intel Parker.”

Peter closed his eyes for a second. “She- um she said you were taking bioengineering together,”

Flash huffed, making the basketball bounce. “I’m not taking bioengineering, Peter. Don’t think girls take that class anyway… trust me I’d remember.” He winked.

“Really? Because she was very sure of it.” He laughed, out of pure agony.

Have you been like a dream or something?

“I think someone made you look like a fool Pete. But there’s always more girls.”

“Right, no, you’re right. Um, I’m going to get going. See you later man.”

“Take care Parker!”

Making his way back home, Peter kicked a can with all the force he managed, it landed inside a trash can. He blinked, shit that was quite lucky. He felt not so lucky when there was no space in the subway to even move your legs, at least it was warm in there, the November wind was getting tougher by the day. Headphones on, he put the music in shuffle.

In starlit night I saw you

So cruel you kissed me

your lips a magic world

Leaning on the cold metallic tube in front of the doors, he sighed looking at his converse. He needed to give them a wash, those ketchup stains were not making it look any better. His fingers went to his eyes, scratching the corners of them, he could sleep right there if he was sure no one would steal his phone but instead he concentrated on his surroundings. Phone screens shining, Instagram posts passing rapidly, text messages getting deleted and retyped, sudoku grid…

Sudoku grid?

His stomach churned. He had these images like photos archived in his brain. He remembered the sudoku grid, the number 9 for some reason, mushrooms, pink dust, floating candles, a green mug, and a smile. That smile had haunted his dreams for days now.

The owner of the phone had a bright yellow coat. Peter froze just creepily staring at the person.

Next stop was a commotion, people going out, some more coming in. Peter lost yellow coat for a moment only to see it going out with the sea of people.

“Hey!" he shouted. Desperation in his voice. “Yellow coat!”

Only feet away now, he saw the person go up the stairs. His heart hammering against his ribcage, what was this, why was he so anxious for the person to turn?

Crossing a busy street, he took his earphones off, seeing for one last time yellow coat get into a taxi, mixing in the traffic.

Peter sometimes really thought he was the most intelligent person in the world. He decided to follow the taxi, this time in Spider-Man clothes. Web shooters full and ready, cold wind wasn’t even a bother, he had perfected the suit to be warmer on winter days.

Swinging up to Brooklyn’s bridge had been easy, the problem being on which of all the taxis he saw was yellow coat in.

Running and shooting webs caused lots of honking and almost made a man crash his car thanks to the little kid trying to come off the window to say hello to him.

“Sorry!” He apologized, as he flew by.

Last taxi entering Brooklyn was his only chance, this better be it. As he plopped as softly as he could on the roof of the car, he bent over to take a peek on the backseat windows.

He grinned under the mask. Knocking on the window he saw shiny hair flick, and sparkly eyes connected with his white buggy ones. Waving a hand at you, your eyes went wide. In a flash everything came back to him.

The curse, how you feed him and basically cured his bad luck with a blueberry flavored kiss.

Stealing his heart with that, it was absurd yet magical, Peter wasn’t surprised no more with what happened in his daily life.

“Roll the window down?” He made the motion for you to do so.

For a brief second Peter thought you were not doing it, but you did, wind made your hair dance and oh Peter’s heart shivered with joy.

“Witch!” He greeted, still looking at you upside down.

“Peter Pa- Spider-Man!” you smiled, in awe.

The taxi driver rolled his window down too. “Dickhead, get the fuck down of my car!”

“Just drop me in the next block.” You said, throwing the man some money.

Peter jumped off the car just as the taxi slowed down.

“Freaks!” The man shouted at them, his middle finger sticking out the window as his goodbye.

“Thank you kind sir!” Peter saluted him.

You snorted by his side. Pivoting on his heels, it took him a second to take it all in.

“You disappeared,”

“I didn’t disappear, I helped you get home Peter Parker.” You grinned. Oh that smile, Peter wanted to squeeze your cheeks.

“Um, no, that’s not what happened. I was lying in your room, and then you kissed me and then I woke up at my aunt’s? For a moment I thought I was losing my mind.”

You were staring at him amused. “It was fun, right? I know I had a lot of fun that night.”

“Don't be mean.” Peter’s hand flew to his chest, as if he had been hurt for real. “I even asked Flash about you, and you lied, you never went to Empire.” Hands flying in the air, as he spoke.

“First of all. I do go to Empire, Flash is just not a very observant person.”

“Right, so tell me why you did all this?”

"I had to fix it okay!” Your eyes locked on your shoes.

“Spider-Man hi!!” A group of teenagers waved their hands at them on the other side of the street.

“Hello, guys!” He had to be kind to the fans, being the beloved neighborhood hero wasn’t an easy task after all. “Have a good day.”

“You are the shit bro!” One of them shouted back.

“Do you mind if we talk somewhere more private?” Peter said through gritted teeth.

You bit the inside of your cheek to not laugh. “Ok.”

Peter took the opportunity to grab you by the waist, in a fast and smooth motion he was flying through Brooklyn.

“This is not what I had in mind.” You squealed against his spandex covered neck, he felt your breath hot on his skin.

“Oh you owe me, this is the least you can do for me Witch.”

Peter wowed as they moved between buildings. Landing on the roof of an old cinema. The neon lights casting pretty shadows against your face and the suit’s texture became alive. He took the mask off to reveal the sweetest of smiles. Cheeks rosy.

“What can we do about this?” He asked, arms spread wide, he was falling for someone who he barely knew.

You hid your hands inside your coat, wind biting on your skin harshly.

“It wasn’t supposed to be like this.”

Peter sighed. “How was it supposed to go? You said you had to fix it, what do you mean by that?”

Why were Peter’s eyes so pretty, his face was a mix of pain and hope, your stomach felt funny again. It had been like that since you first saw him. A month ago.

A blue moon was something you always enjoyed. Making moon water, charging crystals, manifesting and writing spells.

But Orion, your black cat had been angsty for days now, he always was like that during full moons. He destroyed your quilt, the one to knit together with so much effort. So you let him out.

“Get out! If you could, I’d make you fix this to make me happy!” The window closed with a thud and poor Orion blended in with the night.

After trying to fix it but failing with the quilt you felt guilty. Orion was simply trying to let that energy out, and you took it against the poor thing. After much thinking you decided to go out looking for him. Orion’s name got pronounced several times until you saw him crossing the street a little ahead of you, it was three in the morning. Cars weren’t even passing, the world was still, sirens and honks chimed far away.

Orion locked eyes with you for a moment. And you knew this was a bit of a dare to him, squatting down you tried to prod the cat to go to you, but Orion only sat in the middle of the sidewalk, liking his paw almost making fun of you. One step closer was what set him off running again. Just in time for Spider-Man to pass walking; half mask up munching on what seemed to be a burrito, mustard on the corner of his mouth, he came to a halt when the cat crossed his path. You saw Spider-Man gulp.

A moment later his burrito fell flat on the pavement. You knew what this was about, you shut your eyes, cursing Orion under your breath, when you opened them Spider-Man was gone.

“So you knew I was Spider-Man all along?” Peter scoffed. “You are full of secrets witch.”

“I knew I even said it to you when you were freaking out. Half of the spell had to do with me doing the ritual and half of it was you believing it would work, you still opened those damn pretty eyes.”

Peter kicked a tiny rock off the roof. “So you think I have pretty eyes?” he heard you laugh.

“You do Peter Parker.”

He blushed deeper. “ So what I felt when you… kissed me was just part of the spell?”

The disappointment in his voice made your heart jump. “It wasn’t about feelings, Peter Parker, it was just a spell to fix your bad luck. Whatever you felt, that’s on you.”

“Hmm,” he took a step closer, scratching his neck. “I was being serious when I asked you out for coffee.”

“I know.”

Peter smirked. “You like making me suffer, I see how it is.” He laughed, making a full twirl.

The grin on your lips couldn’t be held. “It’s funny to see you all embarrassed.”

“Jesus… okay so, coffee this Saturday?” His ears were bright red.

“Sounds good to me.”

“Great.” Another step closer. “Don’t bring your cat, I beg.”

“I won’t.”

“Good, because I’m feeling pretty lucky as it is.” His lips ghosted over yours.

On your tiptoes you connected your lips with his cold but soft ones. Both smiling and chuckling.

“This is even better than the last one.”

“Yeah because you were freaking out about spiders, Spider-Man.” you mumbled, Peter brushed the hairs that floated in your face, he needed a clear path.

“I think I prefer it when you call me Peter Parker.”

Peter kissed the tip of your nose, and you finally let him know your name. He beamed as he repeated it.

“That sounds about right.”

A meow was heard and Peter groaned, forehead connection to yours.

“He won’t do it again. I promise, it was just a blue moon thing.”

You saw his eyes traveling all over your face. “I think I can get used to getting cursed.”

Orion meowed again, rubbing its little black fur against Peter’s leg.

“Hey pal.” Peter said, patting the cat sweetly.

You snorted. “You’re weird Peter Parker.”

“Thank you.”

Maybe after all Orion did something that made you happier than a badly knitted quilt.

Peter found the whole term of black cat curse drastically different, they weren’t about bad luck after all.

#tasm fanfiction #peter parker fluff #peter parker fanfiction #tasm peter parker #spiderman fluff #spiderman x reader #spiderman fanfiction #spiderman #fanfiction #fanfic #tasm!peter fluff #fluff #halloween fic #black cat #happy halloween #tags are hard

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Papa Crewel au where Crewel actually raised Yuu. They get get spirited away to Twisted Wonderland when they're very young, maybe about 4 or 5. Crewel finds this small child wandering the around the streets of the Isle of Sages. Lost, confused, and scared, he doesn't know what else to do besides take them in. He tried contacting the authorities, but there was no missing children matching their name and description. Yuu also very quickly got attached and did not want to leave him even if he tried to hand them over. So now we have a young twenty something Crewel, only just starting his teaching career, trying to raise a kid on his own.

That first year was particularly hard. He was far from any friends and family that could help watch them while he worked. Yuu was having such a difficult time adjusting that putting them into some sort of Kindergarten or Daycare program was simply not in the cards. Even if driving down the mountain into town back and forth everyday wasn’t also a big issue. So that first year in Twisted Wonderland, Yuu was essentially raised by the staff. They lived with Crewel in the staffs quarters. Everyone would take turns watching Yuu. From Crowley having them sit in their office and color. To Trein helping them practice their ABCs and counting. When non of them were available, there would be ghost watching them. Like the cooking staff letting them hang out in the cafeteria and showing them how to make snacks. One day they managed to sneak past everyone and wander into the abandoned building on campus, only to walk out having befriended that haunted it.

The students had taken to treating Yuu like a mini mascot of sorts. There was always at least one or two friendly boys that saw their baby siblings in Yuu and offered to play or babysit with them. Someone once even had the bright idea once to make a raven costume and have Yuu wear it to cheer for them at the spell drive tournament.

After that first year, Crewel managed to get everything in order. They had put Yuu into an actual school now that they had adjusted. His mother would take care of them during the school year. But even so, Yuu was still a clingy child and liked to visit often and see their “uncles” at NRC. For the next eleven years, life went on. Never once did Yuu show a sign of magic. Until they turned sixteen. Most kids their age were either going into regular highschool or being shipped off to some arcane academy. Yuu was fully prepared to be the former until the carriage came for them. Surely there must have been a mistake. But the Dark Mirror doesn’t make mistakes...

Crewel had already left for NRC, so he wasn’t there. But his mother, Lilith, encouraged Yuu to at least try. Magic can be a strange thing, perhaps this was happening for a reason. Full of hope and not wanting to let the the opportunity slip by, they go anyway. They were the very last to go up there in the ceremony. Crewel, who was off to the side to hear the hooded student when the mirror asked for their name. “Yuu Crewel.”

What!? Why was Yuu here? He thought.

As they stood in front of the mirror to hear their fate, it uttered the words that shattered them inside.

“The nature of your soul is...unclear to me. No dorm is appropriate.”

#twisted wonderland #papa crewel #twst crewel #divus crewel #professor crewel

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pain-in-the-butler · 6 months

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Dadbastian Week Day 3: Trick or Treat

Happy day three of Dadbastian week — and happy Halloween! To fit this theme, I wrote a drabble that takes place immediately after Kuro's Halloween bonus chapter. I hope you enjoy this silly, sweet moment as you enjoy your silly sweet candy! 😊

The afterimage of the lanterns floating away into darkness was still dappled against his eyelids as Ciel finally turned back for the manor. All Hallow’s Eve was over. The villagers that had come to revel in the festivities were heading back for their homes with their laughter clouding the chilled air above their heads. Sebastian cut the sound off with the closing of the garden door, and the manor was drenched in silence once more. Lord and butler’s footfalls heading for the stairwell were the only sounds remaining, two sets of clacking heels that, for a step or two at a time, might fall into the same rhythm before separating again.

It was very late for a boy who most often found himself beginning to yawn at around half past nine and with his head on his desk if he wasn’t in bed before eleven. Ideally, the process of getting ready for sleep began before either of these events had come to pass. And now it was after midnight.

“I’m tiiired,” Ciel whined on the first step.

Sebastian’s response was mild. “I imagine so. It is very late for you.”

“My legs feel heavy,” was the fifth step’s gripe.

“We shall arrive at the bedroom before you know it,” was the reassurance.

“This is my first time wearing these shoes, they aren’t broken in,” at the tenth step.

“Then you are persevering very well,” from behind.

At the landing. “I don’t care about persevering! I said I’m bloody sick of walking around!!”

A light chuckle from behind. “Young master, do you mean for me to carry you the rest of the way?”

“...” If he had to ask, then never.

Even though it seemed to take far, far too long, they did at last arrive at the master bedroom. Ciel slumped onto the comforter at once, directly onto his face, crosswise over the mattress. He wished his pajamas could magically appear on his body without any more fuss. Why do Halloween celebrations always have to last until midnight just because it’s meant to be scary or something… I should have left it hours ago!

Sebastian chuckled again; Ciel could sense him standing overhead. “I see we aren’t feeling very cooperative right now. Isn’t that fitting.”

Ciel rolled just his chin to the side in order to speak unmuffled. “What do you mean ‘fitting’?”

“Considering how you’re dressed, of course.” From his periphery, Ciel saw Sebastian offering him a hand. “Up, young master, and let’s get you out of your costume before you fall asleep wearing it.”

There was no help for it… Ciel shrugged onto his hip and allowed Sebastian to tug him up into a sitting position. “I still don’t really understand Nina’s vision with this one,” Ciel grumbled, holding out his arms and looking down at his strange ensemble. “Some of the villagers asked me what I was meant to be dressed as, and I didn’t really have an answer. I just told them I was a monster.”

Smiling, Sebastian put a hand to his chin. “Hmm. Well, what if I told you Nina wasn’t the one to design your costume but rather myself?”

“... I would say that explains a lot,” Ciel huffed. With one hand, he hefted over his lap the black silk spade tail stuffed to fullness with sawdust. “This is certainly devil-like. Very funny. I don’t understand why you had to make it so long that it dragged on the ground, though. Or are you not so gifted with measurements after all?”

Sebastian chuckled to himself as he untied the sash at the boy’s hip that connected the false appendage to him. “Perhaps the trouble isn’t the length of the tail, but rather the fact that its owner hasn’t yet grown into it.”

“Just what is that supposed to mean? I never plan to wear this again.” Ciel was too weary to push it further, for now; he watched as Sebastian crouched at his feet. “These boots are a mystery for certain. There’s nothing scary about them at all, they’re just modeled after the kind worn by American cowboys. What was the inspiration here supposed to be?”

“More specifically, these are roper boots,” Sebastian said as he slipped them off one by one, “more comfortable and sturdy than a standard pair of cowboy boots. Wrangling cattle and wrangling souls aren’t so different as you might imagine.”

Ciel raised an eyebrow as he rolled his head to his shoulder. “Wrangling souls, huh. So are you saying you dressed me as a demon or what?”

Sebastian raised both eyebrows back. “Is that what I did?”

“... Ugh. Annoying bastard.” Ciel tugged on the bedraggled ends of his black tunic. “And what about this nonsense? Are all demons not fastidious like you about their appearances? Aren’t you just insulting your own species?”

“While other demons are, in fact, not typically so coiffed as myself,” Sebastian said with a note of disdain, “such ragged clothes should be taken more figuratively. It can be difficult for demons to hold a form at first, so their edges may have a bit of a wispy look when they struggle to stay corporeal.”

“At first…” A thought was growing. Ciel narrowed his eyes, then kicked out a foot. “And these stockings?”

“Bold stripes are quite youthful, don’t you think?”

“And these horns?”

“They’re very small, aren’t they?”

“And this bib collar…”

“Well, eating a soul can be an awfully messy process for a beginner—”

“You dressed me up as a demon baby!?” Ciel roared, leaping to his feet.

“Now, now, not necessarily a baby,” Sebastian held out his palms to settle things down. “Perhaps a young demon, making his first contract and just learning how to appear human…”

“Ugh!” Ciel folded his arms, wanting badly to be as angry as the situation deserved but… nn, so tired. He turned his drooping eyelids into a glare as he plopped back down on the bed. “Well your little joke is lost on us humans, so the only one to get any enjoyment out of it is you. But I bet you had fun privately making a fool of me.”

He glanced up and was surprised to see that Sebastian’s returning look was rather… soft. “I was not making a fool of you,” he said, reaching to Ciel’s throat to remove the ribbon he’d tied there four hours prior. “You humans often try your hand at representing devils in costume. I think it’s only fair that I should have my chance to show everyone what a real translation of the idea should look like, from the source.”

“So what, then, I’m meant to be a demon’s walking art exhibition?” Ciel tugged the stockings off his own legs, wanting more than ever to be rid of all this.

Sebastian removed the horns fastened in Ciel’s hair and the eye patch from around the back of his head. “That’s another way of looking at it,” he mused.

Ciel hesitated in peeling off the gloves that went nearly to his elbows. “... So then what way are you looking at it? Tell me already. I’m much too tired for guessing games.”

“... As a species, demons are quite different from humans,” Sebastian began as he helped Ciel back to his feet and continued readying him for his pajamas. “We are ‘born’ self-sufficient, though how we come into existence also varies greatly — most demons do not have parents. Nor do we share a consistent experience with youth; each of us is individual in how and when we grow. But perhaps… if ‘parenthood’ and ‘childhood’ were such common experiences amongst my kind… perhaps there would be those who would be excited to see their children experiencing their first contracts… trying to assimilate with humans and maybe doing a poor job of looking the part—”

“Enough. Your fantasy is getting completely ridiculous.” Ciel tugged his head through the opening of his nightshirt. “From the sound of things, I wasn’t even dressed as a demon child, I was dressed as a demon child who was badly dressed as a human child.”

“You don’t think that sounds cute?” Sebastian looked almost sorrowful about it.

“Why would I ever think something like that?” Ciel clambered into bed, exasperated. Then once again, the thought had to dawn. “... You think that’s cute?”

“I think it’s charming, like one of your kind’s fairy tales.” Sebastian looked completely idiotic now, holding out the stupid black tunic at arms’ length and admiring his own work with a half-smile.

“... Ugh.” Ciel had no idea how to respond, but he knew he’d had enough of staying awake. He nestled himself on the pillow. “From now on, I’m choosing my own Halloween attire. However many more opportunities I get to do so, anyway.”

“However many more,” Sebastian repeated softly. “And… young master?”

“What?” Ciel lay there, waiting for the blankets to be tucked over him so he could fall right into the warmth of slumber. What inane thing was coming next…?

Sebastian’s smile down at him was pointed — literally. His eyeteeth sparkled in the candlelight. “I so kindly allowed you to indulge in a fair bit of chocolate tonight, so please don’t think for an instant that I shall let you drift off before you brush your fangs. Up, up you get.”

“Before I brush my what? I don’t have anything like fangs, damn demon!”

“Hmm, don’t you? I could have sworn you did, just for this evening… I suppose it must have been a trick of the light.”

“Some trick! More like you got caught up in a stupid story of your own design!”

“My words seem to have given the young master a boost in energy. That shall aid you marvelously in getting to the sink.”

“... Hmph… Damn demon…”

#happy dadbastian week!

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It's Just a Costume - TGM

Summary: Amelia's throwing a Halloween party, and all the Daggers are invited. Jake decides he and Hallie are going in together on a costume--just as friends! Yet he might find he regrets his decision...

Warnings/Content: Starred out swearing, suggestive jokes, dumb fluff, denial of feelings, just silliness, OC included (about her here), Hangman x OC, mention of big bro Rooster to Amelia aka Birdfam

Word Count: 992

A/N: Surprise! I wrote a random short and barely edited it, but it was super fun to write, and I hope it's fun to read. Enjoy, and have a safe halloween if you celebrate! <3

It's Just a Costume

“You going to Amelia’s party?”

Hallie looked up from her phone to the blonde man sprawled on her couch, who was also on his phone. She wasn’t sure when Jake had started ending up there every Tuesday night, but she still hadn’t kicked him out. Apparently he was permanently in her post-work life now.

“Yeah, why?”

Bradley had begged them all before briefings that day to come to a Halloween party Amelia was throwing. She’d invited all her school friends plus some of the “cool kids,” and having fully embraced his role as an non-blood-related big brother, Bradley promised her it was going to be the bash of the century. Part of that plan was inviting the Daggers, despite the strict no drinking rule Penny had set out from the start.

“We have to decide on our costume.”

Hallie stared, despite Jake’s face continuing to be glued to his phone. They weren’t dating. Their Tuesdays always ended promptly with Jake leaving at eleven. Any weekend plans usually involved other Daggers. Hallie knew they were just friends, and she didn’t have a problem with that. She knew Jake and watched him flirt his way around the Hard Deck every Friday, and did her own fair share of it when the occasion arose.

Yet he’d drop a line like that from time to time and make her wonder why he always slunk his way back to her couch. If he was ever serious about his flirtatious catchphrases, she didn’t know if she’d slap him or flirt back. As far as work was concerned, it was best not to consider either.

“We’re not a couple.” She voiced her thoughts.

“And?”

“So why would we wear a couple’s costume?”

He finally sat up and smirked at her over the back of the couch. His hair was out of place from his lounging. Hallie decided not to mention it.

“You can wear matching costumes as friends. Unless you really want to dress as my girl.”

“In your dreams.”

“Every night.”

Hallie threw a Chips Ahoy at him. Jake laughed.

“Besides, how can you resist this?” He held out his phone.

Hallie found it hard to believe that was what he’d been doing all night until she came closer and saw the “inspiration” photo he found.

“Absolutely not.”

“What’s wrong with it?”

“Jake, we’re already naval aviators.”

“These are sexy naval aviators.”

“This is a teen’s party!”

“So you’d wear it to the afterparty at the Hard Deck?”

Hallie felt her face turning red and willed it to stop. “I like to be covered, thank you very much.”

“This is covered.”

“Forget it!” Hallie crossed her arms. “Besides, I already consider myself a sexy naval aviator without booty shorts.”

His eyes flicked over her current outfit. Hallie rolled her eyes, but pulled at the hem of her shorts anyway. Short, maybe, but at least three inches longer than the photo.

“You have to try harder than that if you want to see my ***,” she added.

Jake turned red, opened his mouth, then shut it. He was quick to go back to his phone. Revenge was sweet when she could manage to corner him verbally, rare as it was. She savored it, sweet as the taste of her next chocolate chip cookie.

He stayed quiet as he scrolled. Pity struck her. She hated when he deflated like a kid benched at their first football game.

“We could be a cowgirl and a cowboy,” Hallie suggested, trying to boost his mood.

He made a face. “My culture ain’t your costume.”

Hallie rolled her eyes. “Fine then, Little Red Riding Hood. You can be the wolf.”

“And hide this face?”

“I’m about to do something you won’t like to that face.”

“Easy there, Dreamgirl.” He held his phone up again. “How ‘bout this?”

Hallie cocked her head. It was definitely a couple’s costume, not a pair of friends, and she was about to say so when she caught his eyes. The little kid was back, like a boy asking his mom what she thought of his latest stick figure drawing. Innocent, almost hopeful. Hallie cursed in her head. She needed to stop letting him get his way.

“Fine.”

“I knew you’d love it.”

“Uh huh,” she mumbled as he shook her shoulder.

—

“You ready, Dreamgirl?”

Jake strolled into the apartment. Unlocked, as always. He really needed to find an auto-locking doorknob for Hallie. He was always amazed she hadn’t been robbed yet.

“In a minute!” Hallie’s voice rang out from the bathroom.

He took the opportunity to check his costume in the mirror. He was pretty proud of how it’d come together, black leather jacket and all, despite his blonde hair admittedly ruining the Danny Zuko look. His hair had some extra gel in it, and he was just getting out the comb he’d brought along to shape it more when he heard the clacking of Hallie’s heels behind him.

He turned and had to remind his jaw to stay up.

The tight black leggings suited her too well. Her blonde curls, normally tamed into braids each day, were allowed free and wild, and her red lips matched her heels. It’d apparently been a long time since he’d seen her out of a flightsuit or Tuesday-night sweats, because for a moment, his brain screamed at him to pull her to his side and keep her there all night.

Maybe this costume was a bad idea.

“Problem, Seresin?” Her smirk said it all. She knew she looked good.

Jake was quick to recover. They were friends. Coworkers. Nothing else.

“Almost didn’t recognize you without grease on your face.” He made a swipe at her and earned a shove back.

“Whatever, Bagman. Let’s go help so Roo doesn’t put us on cleanup duty.”

She led the way down the hall. He caught his eyes wandering and snapped to military attention right before she sent a smirk back at him.

Definitely a bad idea.

#daydream writes #top gun maverick #top gun maverick fic #top gun fanfiction #oc: hallie a jones #top gun oc #hallie daydream a jones #jake hangman seresin #birdfam #(mentioned)#be safe out there for those who celebrate halloween!#oneshot #hangman X oc

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Dragon Ball Super Movie 2: Super Hero (4/5)

BIG

ORANGE!

The whole movie has been building to this. The Red Ribbon Army wants to take out Gohan, but they don't want to ambush him at home like they did with Piccolo, because Gohan lives in the city and there would be too many witnesses. So instead Commander Magenta has Gohan's daughter kidnapped from preschool, in order to lure him to the RR base. That way Dr. Hedo's new androids, the Gammas, can fight him on their home turf.

What the Red Ribbon doesn't know is that their kidnapping only got this far because Piccolo has infiltrated their ranks, and he managed to convince Pan to play along. His plan is to use Magenta's plan as a way to motivate Gohan so that he'll fight to his fullest potential and defeat the Red Ribbon Army.

Complicating matters even further is the fact that the Gammas are programmed to think of themselves as superheroes, i.e. the "good guys". When Gohan asks why they're doing this, Gamma 1 insists that it's all for the sake of bringing down Gohan's "evil secret organization". Naturally, Gohan has no idea what he's talking about, and it all sounds pretty stupid when Gamma's side is the one doing the kidnapping.

One thing that bugs me about Hedo and the Gammas is that this movie doesn't really spend a lot of time providing any context to the "super heroes" that Hedo loves so much. Everyone says the Gammas look like old fashioned superheroes, but I sure don't see it. Maybe they're meant to evoke the Sentai genre, but does that exist in the Dragon World? I mean, this fictional Earth has actual superheroes in it, like Mr. Satan and the Great Saiyaman. Shouldn't Dr. Hedo be idolizing those guys, and designing the Gammas to look like them instead?

I guess I should use an example. So in Batman: The Animated Series, there's an episode about "The Grey Ghost", a fictional hero within the world of the show. Bruce Wayne watched Grey Ghost episodes as a kid, and the character partially inspired a lot of the gadgets and tactics he later used as Batman. The episode was about the actor who played the Grey Ghost, Simon Trent, who was voiced by the late, great Adam West, just to hammer home the analogy.

Anyway, the way they made that work was by showing clips from the Grey Ghost's TV show, and flashbacks to when Bruce used to watch it as a kid, and all the merchandise made for the franchise. Grey Ghost was a pretty standard Golden Age pulp hero, like the Shadow or Green Hornet. The BTAS writers didn't just assume you already knew what kind of hero Grey Ghost was. They showed you.

Now, in Super Hero, they sort of take that concept for granted, and all we see of Hedo's "super heroes" are a few actors in costumes, or just the costumes as Dr. Hedo imagines them. We're never given a sense of just what the Gammas are supposed to be imitating. They're supposed to be very flamboyant and over-the-top, but they don't look that much flashier than Piccolo. I mean, he wears a cape too? He broods, he flies, he shoots lasers out of his eyes. Oh, and he has a kid sidekick who grew up to become even flashier:

Fuck yeah! This movie doesn't do much with Super Saiyan, but it looks damn good when it happens. See, Great Saiyaman got the super hero pastiche right because Gohan was using it as a disguise. He had to dress differently to protect his secret, and then he started getting into the act, talking all high and mighty, and doing Sentai poses. Then he'd take the costume off and act like his ordinary self. So the superhero tropes were obvious. Arguably, Gohan was already a superhero anyway, but as Great Saiyaman he turned that up to eleven by having a secret identity, a transformation watch, and a pesky love interest determined to expose him. The trouble with the Gammas is that they're only six months old, and the costumes is all they are. We never see the tropes that they're meant to resemble. The movie either assumes we already recognize the reference, or there is no reference. That's a tough tightrope to walk.

Anyway, Gohan and Gamma 1 fight for a bit, and Pan's excited to see this because at the beginning of the movie she told Piccolo that she never saw her daddy fight before. Earlier, she wondered if he would really leave his work to come rescue her, and Piccolo said he'd beat him up if he didn't. So Gohan had a lot to prove here, even if he didn't know it

But Piccolo is still concerned, because Gamma 1 seems to be learning Gohan's moves as they fight, which means Gohan will have trouble defeating him. He needs to fight at a higher level, and Piccolo has an idea to motivate him further...

Up close, this looks kind of silly, like you can obviously see he's not even holding Pan by her collar, and he's got his other hand holding her up. I guess Piccolo was afraid of damaging her preschool uniform while he toyed with Gohan's emotions, which is pretty much the most Piccolo thing ever.

But from a distance, it just looks like he's hurting Pan, and she cries out, which upsets Gohan... and the Gammas. Gamma 2's like "What are you doing!? We don't hurt kids!" And that surprises Piccolo and Pan.

But it still works. Gohan flips his shit and transforms to his Mystic/Ultimate/Elder Kai Unlock form. You know the one, he used it to fight Super Buu, and then he used it in the Tournament of Power. Piccolo is thrilled by this development and Pan wants to celebrate with double fistbumps. Pan is adorable in this movie.

The fight is a long way from finished, but Gohan does a lot better in this form. Also he blew away the rainclouds over the Red Ribbon Base, so we can see the fight better. Now, Gamma 1 is on the defensive, although with his powers, that's not a bad place to be.

Let's talk about Gohan a bit. One common critique about this movie is that it's all about super heroes, but Gohan never whips out his Great Saiyaman outfit. And I agree, it does feel like a missed opportunity, but I also think there's a very good reason for not having Great Saiyaman in this movie.

For one thing, Great Saiyaman would probably steal the Gamma's thunder. It's their only gimmick, and if Gohan's vamping it up in his own hero suit, then it dilutes the concept. Like I was saying before, Piccolo and Gohan are pretty much superhero characters already, so things are already strained enough.

More importantly, though, one of the major themes of this movie is "I wish Gohan would do (x) like he used to." Pan wants to see her daddy fight. Piccolo wants to see Gohan train. Magenta wants him to be the kid who defeated Cell, because otherwise he wasted two billion zenni on a pair of androids. If Gohan's just a mild-mannered biologist, then this battle was pointless.

The audience wants Gohan to be the Great Saiyaman, because Great Saiyaman is fun and cool, and it fits the tone of the movie. Only it doesn't fit the tone of the movie, because it never happens in the movie.

Well, some of the audience wanted Gohan to be Great Saiyaman. Then you have others who wanted Gohan to become this edgy badass, like when he slaughtered all the Cell Juniors, but to the nth degree. I remember after the movie came out, some fanartist was bitter because they should have done what he did in his fancomic, where Cell comes back and murders Videl and Pan right in front of Gohan, which makes him go berserk. Twitter dunked on that guy for a few weeks, and rightly so. Here's the thing: The Gammas desperately need Gohan to be that edgy fancomic version. Their programming only makes sense if Gohan's the villain in this story, and that would be easier to believe if Gohan would flip out and decapitate someone.

But that's not how Gohan works. He's not a machine like the Gammas who can be switched from one mode to the next. The Gammas have to be superheroes, but Gohan can be all sorts of things: father, husband, Saiyan, Earthling, warrior, scientist, superhero, etc. Piccolo can kind of steer Gohan in the direction he wants him to go, but he had to stage a phony kidnapping for this. And Piccolo is Gohan's best friend and mentor. If he has this much trouble putting Gohan in a box, then how can anyone else?

Gohan is a complex character, with many different aspects to him, and this is what makes all of his different facets work. The whole point of Kid Gohan flipping out and crushing the bad guys was that he was usually so meek and unassuming. If he was a badass all the time, it wouldn't matter. If he was Great Saiyaman all the time, no one would care. If he truly sat in his house studying bugs all the time, it wouldn't mean anything. What makes Gohan cool is that he can be all of these things and more. But he'll never be evil, and that's what's got the Gammas so flustered.

So Dr. Hedo gets worried about Gamma 1 and sends 2 in to back him up when...

OH YOU DIDN'T KNOW?

YOUR ASS BETTER CALLLLLLLL SOMEBODYYYYYYY!

Speaking of professional wrestling, check this shit out.

A brainbuster DDT? In my Dragon Ball? It's more likely than you think!

So while Gohan works over Gamma 1, Piccolo shows off his new power-up to Gamma 2. Unfortunately, it's still not enough. Gohan can fight evenly with 1, but it's the classic DBZ android problem, where the androids can fight at full strength without getting tired, and Gamma 1's battery is still at 82%. As for Piccolo, he soon discovers that his power up doesn't quite tip the scales against Gamma 2. Here we see him do a cool Special Beam Cannon, but 2 just throws up a force field to deflect it.

More importantly, Piccolo taunts 2 about how he seems like an okay dude, except he's following bad orders. 2 insists that he was created to follow orders, but Piccolo knows that on some level the Gammas must realize that this is wrong. And that dilemma is probably what's keeping Piccolo competitive in this fight. Gamma 2 is too distracted to deal with him properly.

So Gamma 2 gets so frustrated that he batters Piccolo and throws him down into the depths of this crater the Red Ribbon Base is in. I'm not sure how this place works. It looks like there's catacombs at the bottom or something. How ancient is this thing? Anyway, Piccolo does the anime thing where the hero seems to plummet to their depth, and then they have this big epiphany about friendship or believing in yourself or something. Except instead, he just flashes back to when Shenron boosted his power... and gave him "a little extra".

Awwww yeah!

Yeahhhhh!

Well now you fucked up, Gammas, because Piccolo's orange. What does this mean? Well, for one thing, Piccolo's antennae float instead of dangling over his brow. For another thing, he's got red eyes, which is always cool. Also his bara titties are even more bara than ever.

And I think you can work out the rest for yourself. One punch and Gamma 2 is down.

At this point, Magenta gets nervous and orders his troops to shoot Orange Piccolo, and that doesn't work at all, so everyone starts to run away. Carmine tries to cover Magenta's escape, but Pan chases after them, so Carmine starts shooting at Pan, but then...

Gamma 2 disarms Carmine with his pistol, and says he now understands who the real villains are. Kind of impressive he got his wits together so soon after taking that punch.

Then Pan wrecks Carmine's shit, which I just noticed is kind of like how Gohan took down Cell with two hits. I'm pretty sure it was a punch to the gut followed by a kick to the head, but Pan's only three, so it's okay if she gets the order wrong. The important thing is Pan gets to beat up a bad guy all by herself. If this were GT, they'd have Giru save her or something.

So Piccolo tells Gohan the fight is over, because it seems like Gamma 2 has finally seen the light. I guess Gamma 1 doesn't need much convincing, since he was having a similar crisis in his own fight.

So the fight is over, right? Not quite. Magenta runs, but he doesn't run away. Instead he goes deeper into the base and tries to activate his ultimate weapon, Cell Max. Dr. Hedo follows him and warns him that it's too dangerous. Hedo completed Cell Max's body, but his brain is still in development, and he'd be uncontrollable if brought online.

But Magenta doesn't care. As he sees it, things went wrong today because he trusted Hedo. The Gammas lost because they weren't powerful enough to defeat the enemy as quickly as Hedo boasted. Hedo says that they were only having trouble because they couldn't sense any malice in their opponents, but Magenta says that's the problem. Hedo insisted on programming them with all that superhero nonsense. Magenta wanted weapons, not cartoon characters, and so he's going to end things by unleashing Cell Max.

So Magenta shoots Hedo to stop him from interfering, but it doesn't work, because Hedo has bulletproof skin, thanks to some enhancement he made to his own body. So Magenta reveals that he has his own enhancements and takes off his shirt to reveal he's a cyborg. He admits that his body modifications might not be as sophisticated as Hedo's, but he's confident that he's strong enough to win in a fight.

You know, I was wondering why Magenta didn't make himself taller while he was having himself converted into a cyborg, but then it occurred to me that maybe he did make himself taller. He's still pretty short, but he's taller than his dad, Commander Red, so maybe he used to be the same height as Red, and made himself the height he is now. Maybe this is tall enough for him, or this was the practical limit of his cybernetics.

None of that matters, though, because Magenta forgot Hedo's other trick, that cyborg bee he used to spy on him at the beginning of the movie. It carries a powerful venom that can kill any living organism with one sting. Even cyborgs can't withstand it, because the venom disables their biological components. It seemed kind of weird when Hedo spelled that out in the limo scene, but now that we know Magenta is a cyborg, it makes sense. This is what they call Checkov's Cyborg Bee Sting.

So now the fight is definitely over, right? No, because Magenta presses the button to activate Cell Max right before he dies. Seriously, Hedo really fucked up here. Sure the bee sting was fatal, but it took a while for Magenta to actually keel over, and Hedo kept gloating about stealing Magenta's money instead of watching him.

Meanwhile, Bulma has arrived with reinforcements: Krillin, Android 18, Goten, and Trunks. I'm not sure why she did this, or how she even knew where to go, but it's Bulma, so she might have traced Piccolo's cell phone or something. Anyway, the big story here is that Goten and Trunks actually look like teenagers, and pretty close to their designs in the final three episodes of Dragon Ball Z. Fans have been asking about this ever since Battle of Gods premiered in 2013, because Goten and Trunks were supposed to be like 10 and 11, but they still looked like they did at ages 6 and 7. This kind of made sense, because Goku looked pretty teeny at 15, and Gohan was kind of small for 11, but the premise really felt strained beyond belief as Dragon Ball Super wore on, and the boys got older and older with each new story arc.

This movie tries to rationalize it by having Piccolo be all surprised to see this growth spurt, and Gohan tells him that this is how it is with Saiyan children. They stay small for a long time and just suddenly grow in their late teens. Okay, but Mai's not a Saiyan and she wasn't growing up either... Oh well.

Meanwhile, Hedo desperately tries to cancel Cell Max's activation, but it's too late. Different flavors of Kool-Aid are being pumped into his incubation chamber. Purplesauraus Rex, Pink Swimmingo, Great Blue-dini, Kickin' Kiwi Lime, and Black Cherry, the most powerful flavor of all.

I guess I have to give Hedo credit for trying, but the guy's busting out of the chamber right now. Cell Max is already active, my guy. It's just a matter of how strong you built the chamber. Meanwhile, the good guys are unaware of any of this. They're too busy asking Piccolo what he's gonna call his new orange transformation. "I guess I'll just call it 'Orange Piccolo'" he says. Thank you, Piccolo. Just for being you.

"Never mind that shit! Here comes Cell Max!"

Everyone's like, what the fuck are you talking about, Dr. Hedo, but then... yeah, you'll see. We'll all see, won't we?

#dragon ball #2023dbapocryphaliveblog #dragon ball super #dragon ball super super hero #piccolo #gohan #pan #son pan #dr hedo #gamma 1 #gamma 2 #magenta #carmine #goten #trunks #cell max

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bokettochild · 8 months

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what got you into lu?? furthermore, what made you want to write about it???

Story time I guess!

I've been writing since I was eleven, properly since thirteen. When I was about seventeen or eighteen or so, i was actually working on novel that I still haven't finished (whoops!) I was trying to do some character designs and my sister randomly showed me a picture on Pinterest of BotW Link! And, well, I thought he was just the most Person Ever! I wanted to see more! Maybe he would help inspire my work somehow! I mean, she had a princess named Zelda in her stories, so it's not like it'd be weird to learn from something, right? Especially if I didn't lean to heavily into it!

Anyways, cue me a couple months later, scrolling through Pinterest, looking at almost anything legend of Zelda and running into- what's this? Link's meet? Huh, cool! Wait, there's another one? A whole AU? Look at those designs! Look at the costuming! Holy crap this inspires me!

Que me turning to Zelda whenever I wanted to get fired up for art. Somewhere along the line though, I started wondering what all this pretty art by JoJo(random numbers) was from, so I checked out her blog and hello! Sibling dynamics between two of the heroes?

I fell in love with the dynamic between the wolf trio, and honestly couldn't stand a lot of the other links. Legend was a pain in my ass that I thought was super annoying at first. I was here for WILD! He was my baby and I got irritated when he didn't show up for a while.

Yes. I was one of those Wild fans LOL

It wasn't until I started reading fanfics that I learned to enjoy the other boys. I started with the ones JoJo posted and then started looking them up on Ao3. I followed hc blogs and art blogs and anything that looked cool. I read hc after hc about relations between the boys. I found Sillus's work on Ao3 and fell in love with Legend and the Prince leg head cannon.

And then one day, while washing my hair of all things, I was struck with a shower thought. What if all the boys were related?

I thought I'd just submit the idea to a blog and sit back, but my brain took off running. How would it work? Why would it work that way?

I'd been in a writers slump and depressed as I tried to get another story off the ground, but the ideas kept coming so I drafted a outline. Days later, struggling with writing block, I said "screw it!" and wrote the first chapter of TBBU instead of trying once more to introduce a non-existent audience to a made up world even I wasn't sure about.

And, well, once you write one thing, all it takes is time!

#asks and answers #asks game #linked universe #linkeduniverse

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rustycopper4use · 8 months

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It’s Always Been You pt11

(Kyoya x Male Reader)

Chapter eleven

-Big Brother Is A Prince!-

He dust off your fitted police uniform, as the club waits around for the first wave of guests.

Y/n kept glancing over to Kyoya, he looked too good in the costume. He like out a huff, decided to deal with these feelings like a rational person.

By making fun of them, and turning them into jokes.

Y/n whistle while checking out Kyoya.

“Now I understand why people like a man in uniform.” Y/n grinned, putting his hands on his hips.

“What do you want now?” He looked up from his infamous black notebook.

“What? Can’t a man appreciate when another man is attractive-“ Y/n barely finished his sentence before breaking out into laughter.

Before Kyoya could say anything a door opens.

“Welcome!”

In the doorway was a little girl, blonde hair in pigtails and the biggest blue eyes you’ve ever seen.

Tamaki struts over to the girl and bends down to her eye level.

“Oh my, what an unusually young guest! Well, glad you’re here, my little lost kitty cat!” He kindly smiled.

“It’s a reverse harem!” The girl blurts out, pointing at the hosts.

The club is shocked.

“It’s a reverse harem.” She repeated.

Tamaki nervously chuckled, hitting his head.

“That can’t be right! Maybe there’s still water in my ears from when I went swimming.”

Hikaru joins in also laughing uncomfortably.

“Yeah water in the ears that must be it!”

“-because there’s no way this cute little girl said the words reverse harem.”

“There’s debauchery here.” She bluntly spoke, shocking the club evermore so.

“Yay there’s debauchery here!” She cheered.

“You’re the glasses character!” She points towards Kyoya.

“You’re his hopeless in love sidekick!” Y/n chokes on air.

“Uhm, you’re the boy Lolita and the stoic type!” She looks at Honey and Mori.

“Twincest! And the book worm”

She paused looking at Tamaki, a few minutes pass before tears welled up in her eyes.

“Big brother?” She whispered.

“Big brother!” She jumped into Tamaki’s arms.

“My brother is blonde, you must be him!” She cheered.

“You never told us about this!” Hikaru screamed.

“-since when did you have a little sister!”

“I don’t! I’m definitely an only chold, at least as far as I know.” Tamaki is now holding up the little girl.

“The more I look at you, the two of you do look a lot alike! You’re both blonde after all!” Honey adds in.

“I want to know if glasses character is superior to ‘Big brother’” Kyoya calmly states, watching Tamaki try and pull off the girl.

“But does it really matter? I can’t believe she called me a bookworm.” Haruhi grumbled, at this clearly inaccurateassessment of her character.

Y/n is just staring into space, how did this little girl know.

He was basically overheating.

“I believe she broke Y/n.” Kyoya spoke waving his notebook infront of his face. But to no avail.

“Excuse me, do you want to tell me your name little one?” He nervously murmured.

“Kirimi.” She happily answered, without a care in the world.

“Kirimi-chan-“ Tamaki spoke putting her down onto a couch.

“I’m afraid you’ve made a mistake, I’m really sorry but, I don’t have a younger sister.” He kindly spoke.

“Are you sure-?” She begins tearing up.

“You’re blonde just like me.” She whimpered. And Tamaki the weak willed fool folded.

“I give in!” He lifts Kirimi in the air spinning her around.

“As of this moment, I am your new big brother! You’re so cute!”

“I know you get carried away by emotion, but don’t you think it’s irresponsible to make such empty promises.” Haruhi brings Tamaki back to earth.

“Don’t you listen to that mean Haruhi. I’m not irresponsible! Come with me and I’ll look after you!” He counties to spin Kirimi in pure bliss.

Haruhi still looking at the two leans over to Kyoya.

“What do you think we should do, Kyoya-senpai?”

“We should probably find out if she actually has a brother that goes to this school.” Kyoya states, still trying to break Y/n out of his daze.

“Twins can you help me with Y/n.” He sighed walking over to Tamaki, as the twins smiled know exactly what to do.

“I think Kirimi-chan got your character troupe perfectly, huh?” Hikaru slides next to Y/n.

“-especially being in love with-“ kaoru is abruptly interrupted but a eerie door creeping opening, finally dragging Y/n back to reality.

“Kirimi… Kirimi…” The cloak figure creepily whispered, through the crack in the door.

The twins, quickly look over to the male.

He pops his head out the door, and the man is not wearing his usual cloak, revealing his bright blonde hair.

“Hey who the hell are you?” The twins rudely spoke.

“He looks like a foreigner!” Honey jumps in.

“What’s up with that? How come the door looks different all the sudden.” Haruhi furrowed her brows, at the lack of logic.

“Oh Kirimi…” Nekozawa quietly mumbled, before a girl with a catlike appearance roughly puts on the cloak and wig on him.

The club freezes realizing who it is.

“Nekozawa-Senpai!”

“Master Umehito is terribly vulnerable to any kind of bright light. For that reason, if he doesn’t shroud himself in black he will fall victim to the brightness of the outside world and will undoubtedly collapse!” The maid cried.

“Sounds like a someone we know.” Hikaru teased, poking Y/n.

“I’m not that bad!” He rebuttals, to unbelieving Twins.

“-on the other hand Kirimi, his sister, is frightened of dark dimly lit places.” The maid explained gestured towards the girl.

“So this little girl is Nekozawa-senpai’s younger sister.” Haruhi pointed towards the bright eyed girl.

“You are quite insightful. Yes, that would be correct, sir.” The maid wipes a tear with a handkerchief.

Tamaki places the little girl down.

“Kirimi, so this is where you’ve been hiding.” Nekozawa laughed. Frightening the girl.

“Brother! Save me from the monster!” She screeched, throwing herself back to Tamaki.

“Please don’t be scared-“ He walked up to her.

“I’d like to introduce you to someone. This is beelzenef-“ he holds up a cat hand puppet.

“The Nekozawa family has worshipped him for generations.” He eerily smiled.

“Y’know, I get the feeling she’s not scared of the puppet. Call me crazy, but I think it’s you.” She bluntly states.

Kyoya nods in agreement.

“It’s probably your clothes, we’ll help you change okay.” The twins began pulling on his cloak.

“No don’t do that! It’s far to bright, I may die!” Nekozawa pleads.

“I know! Why don’t we just darken the room!” Honey smiled closing the Host rooms curtains.

“Don’t do that I’m afraid!” Kirimi screamed.

“Don’t worry little one.” Tamaki comforts the girl.

“Either way someone’s unhappy.” Kyoya states the obvious.

“No shit Sherlock.” You teased, which earned a glare from Kyoya.

“Watch your language Y/n.” He scolded. Leaving Y/n with very strong feelings.

“It’s a tragedy that these two siblings are such polar opposites. As a result they’ve became known as the Nekozawa family’s Romeo and Juliet!” The maid dramatically compared.

“But Romeo and Juliet weren’t brother and sister, I think their situation is a little different.” Haruhi explains.

“Now I’m not defending her weird comparison but, weren’t they cousins?” Y/n questioned.

“Oh I’m well aware of that! To be honest it’s just something I just came up on the fly! Pretty impressive huh? I thought it might make it more dramatic.” She cheerful states.

“Oh I see.” Haruhi blankly spoke.

“We were sent by the masters family-“ the butler next to the girl bows.

“To get our beloved Mistress Kirimi back home safely.”

“Is the rest of the family-“

“As out of touch as the three of you are?” The twins uttered.

“How dare you say such a thing! The Nekozawa’s are a distinguished family! They’re descendants of the Tokarev dynasty of Russia!” She gritted her teeth.

“Tokarev huh?” Kyoya mummered.

“Wait, you mean Romanov right?” Tamaki tilts his head.

“There’s a legend that says every few hundred years, a Nekozawa child is born, a child who is destined to be possessed by the darkness exactly like our master Umehito, that legend may or may not be true.”

“What do you mean in may or not be true?” Honey curiously looked at the girl.

“Is it or isn’t?” The twins bored with this already.

“Mistress Kirimi, fell in love with the handsome fairy tale prince of an older brother she seen in portraits, however with Nekozawas issues, master is unable to go near his sister without being shrouded in black.

Once she found out that her older brother was enrolled here, she decided to go looking for him. That’s brought her to your host club.”

“We’ve tried comforting her with stories with princely characters like her brother, but we ran out of stories. So recently, we’ve decided to start reading her shoujo manga that had princely characters in them! And I’m afraid she’s became completely addicted!”

“Shoujo manga?” Haruhi gulped.

“I see, so that’s where that came from.” Tamaki commented.

“Is there really debauchery in your Shoujo manga? But, Sashimi-chan is so young.” Haruhi worried.

“Did you just say Sashimi?” Y/n grinned.

“Man I thought I was bad at names.”

“It’s kirimi.” Nekozawa reminded.

“So Kirimi-chan doesn’t know that you’re her real older brother?” Haruhi turned towards him.

“Yes, we’ve talked to her but she won’t believe us.” The maid mentioned.

“That’s so sad. Well no wonder Neko-chan is upset.” Honey rubbed away his own tears.

“It’s painful… that’s why, every single night I offer prayers in hopes one day Kirimi will embrace the darkness.” Nekozawa sadly spoke.

“I think you’ve got it backwards buddy, you should try to get accustomed to the light.” The twins explained.

“Come along Mistress Kirimi, it’s time to go home.” The staff begin to pull Kirimi away.

“No! I’m not going with you!” She clings onto Tamaki.

“I don’t wanna go home! I want to stay with my Big brother!” She cried.

“Nekozawa..” Tamaki muttered, holding the crying girl.

“Don’t worry about me, Suoh. All I want is for my sister to be happy make sure-“ he chokes out a sob.

“-she gets the love she deserves.” He bolts out of the room crying.

“Wait a minute!” Tamaki tried to stop him, but failed.

“Siblings relations are a source of problems in any family.” Kyoya pushes up his glasses.

“You and I would know the most of it, huh?.” Y/n spoke, taking a more serious tone.

Tamaki looked over at the two.

“Even so, I’m kinda jealous.” Haruhi states.

They looked over to Haruhi.

“I grew up an only child, so I can’t really relate, but I imagine how tough it must be to have a sibling so different from you that you can’t even spend time together.” Haruhi explained.

Tamaki sets down Kirimi once again.

“Is something wrong? Tell me big brother.” She looked up at Tamaki.

“I’m sorry Kirimi-chan, I’m not the big brother that you’ve been looking for.” Tamaki softly replied.

“Don’t worry-“ he placed a comforting hand on her shoulder.

“-he’s still out there. Believe it or not, you have a big brother that’s even more handsome than I am! And I promise you he’s a real prince.”

“But senpai-“ Haruhi starts.

“Once she stepped foot into this room Kirimi-chan became a guest of the host club. And-“ Tamaki runs a hand through his hair.

“It’s our job to make all of our guests happy!”

“It’s an absolute tragedy to see a brother and sister at odds this way. We have to do something to help them! Starting now operation

‘Change Nekozawa-Senpai Into The Princely Character Of Kirimi-Chan’s Dreams’ is underway!”

“Are you serious?” The twins asked.

“You want to change Umehito from the prince of darkness to a prince of light? I don’t even know if that’s possible!” The maid gasped.

“Senpai! Quit getting carried away by emotions! Don’t make promises you can’t keep.” Haruhi scolded.

“Shhh, I want to see how this plays out. Y’know, so shut it.” Y/n states.

“Oh have a little faith. Have you forgotten that we have an expert on our side? Someone knows the importance of changing characters.” Tamaki smirked.

“Wait- you don’t mean?” The twins looked at each other.

The floor rumble, gears turned and up comes Renge with her laughter.

“Well speak of the devil.” Y/n rubbed his face, already feeling the migraine coming.

After a few short minutes, the host club room was setup for the perfect training ground for Nekozawa, and Renge was once again taking role of coach, and yelling at him with a megaphone.

Shooting Y/n nerves straight to hell, if this kept up he would end up having an overstimulated breakdown.

He was now sitting at a table face down trying to muffle the noise.

Mori was by a black borde writing down prohibited words.

Honey was sitting on the table, while Kyoya was leaning against the table near Y/n.

“Looks like Renge’s on top of things.” Kyoya notes.

“Yep she’s on a roll.” Honey cheered kicking his feet, the movement only making Y/n feel worse, as a nauseating shiver ran up Y/n’a back.

“Is Y/n-chan okay? Kyo-chan?.” Honey worriedly looked at the barely living Y/n.

Kyoya looks at the state Y/n’s in.

Another sound of screams pierced the room, causing Y/n to try and sink further to the table.

“Did you bring your headphones today?” Kyoya quietly asked, not wanting to make you feel worse.

You shakily tapped on the table twice.

“Do you know where you put them?”

You hesitate for a second before tapping twice again.

“Is it in its usual spot?”

Two taps were followed after.

“Do you want me to get them for you?” Two taps again was heard.

Kyoya gets up, and heads over to one of the rooms to the side of the club, in the room was a bag, Y/n called it his emergency kit. He always supplied it with his headphones, countless fidget toys, and off to the side of the bag was the weighted blanket.

He quickly grabs the headphones, and a purple fidget toy, with clickable buttons. An addition Kyoya himself added.

Kyoya leaves the room and comes back to the table, he lightly taps the table next to where Y/n’s head is laying, he lifts his head up slowly. And grabbed the items from Kyoya.

He puts on the headphones, muffling his surroundings. Kyoya placed the toy in-front of Y/n and went back to leaning on the table.

“Kyo-chan? How did you know what Y/n-chan needed?” Honey whispered.

“Hm? What do you mean?”

“Well Y/n-chan tapped on the table and you knew exactly what it meant. And you were aware where it was?”

“We’ve been in the same class for years, you think something like this hasn’t happened before?” Kyoya calmly explained pushing his glasses up.

“I guess that make sense..” Honey mumbled in thought, feeling like his missing something.

Lights began flashing, trying to get Nekozawa akin to the light.

He screams, like a vampire to the sun.

“-but I thought you rejected the occult?” Nekozawa questioned.

“Occult fiction is good, occult fashion is not.” Renge explained as if it was obvious.

“Oh is that so?” Tamaki tilts his head.

“Don’t judge him! You’re the one always in cosplay.” the twins reminded.

“Here you go boss!” The twins mischievously smiled. Pushing a mannequin with a wig, similar to Haruhi’s hairstyle, and wearing a cute pink ruffled bathing suit.

“We got this one ready just for you!”

“You should go ahead and confess your love to this Haruhi doll!” The twins explained.

“You should teach him,by example.”

Tamaki gulped and nervously closed his eyes.

“H-Haruhi I-i…” he stammered.

“Excuse me.” The real Haruhi interrupted.

“H-Haruhi! You’re the real one! When did you get here?” He nervously tossed the doll off to the side.

“Kirimi-chan came to the host club looking for you.” She glared at the doll now on the floor.

“If you’ve got time to do disgusted things like this, surely you can spare some time to hang out with her for awhile!” She scolded.

“Horrible? Disgusting?” He whimpered retreating to a corner.

“Why don’t you keep her company Haruhi? What’s wrong, don’t like children?” The twins questioned.

“Well no, it’s not that I don’t like them or anything.”

“But she’s made me read about fifty volumes of shoujo manga to her over the last few days, and to my surprise? Those things are really full of reverse harems and debauchery.” She cringed at the memory.

“Big brother?” Kirimi looks around the room.

“This room is dark and scary!” She began crying.

“Oh Kirimi-Chan!” She runs up to the shaking girl.

“I told you to wait for me in the other room.”

Tamaki lifta Kirimi in the air, taking her out to the brightly lit hallway.

“You see? Nothing to be afraid of?” Kirimi giggles.

Nekozawa holds a flashlight to his face with new found determination. He flicks it on.

And chants ‘I am a princely big brother’ to work up the willpower.

“He did it!” Honey cheered.

Mori claps.

“Nekozawa-senpai has come a long way! Now being able to flash a light directly in his face!” Renge teared up.

“Bravo senpai, bravo!” The twins pull pop streamers, and loud bangs came off it.

Y/n flinched, still overwhelmed by everything.

Kyoya coldly glares at twins, causing the twins to nervously hide the now popped streamers behind their back, feeling a new sense of danger.

“Hey look, Kirimi-Chan hasn’t left the courtyard yet.” Hikaru spoke looking out the window.

“But there’s something down there with her. Oh, it’s just a cat.” Kaoru notes.

Nekozawa gasped and rushed over to look out the window.

“Your family sure does like cats.” Hikaru mentioned.

“Even strays warm up to your family.”

“They’re revered by our family it’s true, but Kirimi wouldn’t participate in something like that! Kirimi is afraid of animals, and most of all she’s afraid of cats!” He frantically looks around.

He decided the sane thing to do was rush down the stai- wait no he jumps out the window.

“But he’s not wearing his black cloak!” Haruhi states.

The host club watched out the now shattered window. They looked at awe at the former goth’s bravery.

Kyoya lets out a sigh. Causing y/n to move his head onto his arms, so he could look at him. He clicked the button on the fidget toy, to gain Kyoyas attention.

“Nekozawa jumped out our window.” Kyoya explained. Y/n hummed, looking blankly at the broken glass scattered across the room.

“Are you feeling better?” Kyoya spoke, writing the estimate expense of the windows.

Y/n tapped twice.

“Hm good.” He writes down in his book.”

Y/n takes an inhale, and points towards the book.

“My book? Do you want to say something?” Kyoya spoke.

He tapped twice on the table.

He flipped to an empty page.

“Please don’t try and look through it.” He teased before handing the book off.

He ignore his comment and began writing on the page, he hands it back as Kyoya looks at it.

His face softens for a second before adjusting his glasses.

On the page were the words ‘Thank you’ written in messy handwriting.

This rare moment of affection, was not ignored. Honey, finally connected the dots.

Leaving the twins, Mori and Honey. To be aware of the fondness for one another.

#x reader #lgbtq #lgbtqiia+#gay #kyoya ootori x reader #kyoya x reader #kyoya is gay #ouran fanfic #kyoya ootori #ouran kyoya #ohshc kyoya #kyoya ootori x male reader #ftm reader #ftm trans #transmasc #neruodivergent

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Steddie Superhero AU part 2

Here's the second part of what I've outlined/written for the Steddie Superhero AU. This is what I would consider an outline but I know I'm not going to write it in any more detail that I already have because I have too many other WIPs.

(part 1) (you are here) (part 3) (part 4)

Warning tags: injuries, blood, secret identities

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In his day job, Eddie is a barista in Steve’s neighborhood and recognizes his face. He’s chatted with him before, but when Steve comes in the next day for his usual morning coffee and pastry, he turns up the charm. Steve is looking bruised and battered, as he always does. The surface level stuff sticks around the longest, like his body gets tired of healing and doesn’t want to do the last mile. Eddie gives him an employee discount on his order and makes a comment about EMTs being the real city heroes. Steve’s a little taken aback by the attention but rolls with it and thanks him for keeping him awake.

They continue to flirt a little bit every morning, even though the coffee shop is busy. Steve comes in on his day off just so he can wait for the rush to be gone and talk to Eddie when it’s calm. Eddie is dialing the charm up to eleven, talking to him about music and books and whatever else strikes his fancy. He asks about the bruises that Steve was sporting the other day, and if it’s job related. Steve handwaves it away as sometimes the job has to deal with people in bad situations, and how they still need help so he does his best.

They start dating, casually. Robin figures out who Eddie is because she’s good like that and confronts him and tells him that he needs to tell Steve what he’s doing. She does this when he’s in costume as Hellfire but she has evidence that she knows who he is and what’s going on and says that if he doesn’t come clean, she will tell Steve. He kind of brushes her off. There’s a general rule against compromising secret identities, and Steve doesn’t even seem to have one. He’s just Steve.

Eddie is trying to determine if Steve is a dick all the time or just to capes, and he’s chagrined to find that Steve is actually a great guy. Sometimes he can be a bit of a dick, but mostly he’s just sweet, especially to Eddie. But it’s definitely not far enough along in their relationship for Eddie to tell Steve who he is, and he definitely doesn’t trust whoever hero-Steve is. He can’t really tell what the difference is and he has his suspicions about the Regal Heroes and their missing Prince, but he can’t prove anything. And if he is that Prince, Eddie really doesn’t want him knowing who he is. So he doesn’t tell him and spends an awful lot of time justifying why it’s okay. It doesn’t keep him from making bad jokes that are plays on his former superhero name, calling him “prince charming” and things like that. It makes Steve feel weird about liking it.

It’s a double life. Steve and Hellfire interact more around the Party, because they’re both training them. They get into nasty arguments about the way they’re both training these kids. Steve wants them to be ready for whatever gets thrown at them, and thinks they can’t be held back from being heroes. He says they’re idealistic and he’s there to make sure they get patched back up. Hellfire wants them to lay low and use their powers to stay off the radar, but goes with them to take care of anything that might be too big for them. Steve never does this. He has no hero alter ego or mask to put on. They have fights (arguments) about each of them considering what the other is doing cowardly.

Eventually, things in their relationship get a little more serious and Eddie and Steve are back at Eddie’s place. It’s an apartment in a warehouse. He shares it with his uncle, who is the night watchman of the warehouse, and it’s very isolated. They talk a bit about having some time alone together and not getting interrupted, but right as they’re getting handsy, Steve’s phone goes off. It’s one of those emergency signals that he can’t ignore, and he apologizes and rushes off. Eddie knows that it’s almost certainly not the EMT thing, and he goes to spy on where Steve rushes off to. He sees Erica appear and teleport him away, and then he goes back to put his gear on and catch up with the group.

Meanwhile, they’ve brought in Steve because Nancy has gotten shot pretty bad and they’ve been patching her up but need his help. He has El take the bullets out with telekinesis and is stitching her up the best he can, but it’s not going well. He doesn’t think she’ll make it if they try to move her to a hospital.

Hellfire has shown up because he knew it was a Party emergency (and he’s got a basically open invitation because the kids, Dustin and Will especially, like him) but didn’t expect it to be like this. The kids are all just panicking about what happened with Nancy and Hellfire is trying to get the story out of them. No one is sure if they’re still in danger. He starts circling them up like they need to move or be ready for an attack.

Steve is still working on Nancy, with some help from the others. He’s annoyed by Hellfire trying to figure out what to do to help, and says something like “unless you can use your powers to summon a doctor, you’re useless.”

She starts going into cardiac arrest. Steve yells at El to get the bullets out, now, because they’re preventing him from healing her even more so than a stopped heart. There’s a spray of blood where El rips the bullets out and Steve jumps in to do his wound-absorption thing before anyone can stop him. His internal reasoning (if he has any) is that he’s dealt with gaping bullet wounds and a stopped heart so he’ll probably be fine. Robin is already predicting that he’s going to do this and preparing for it. Possibly the other adults are, too, because they’re used to his self-sacrificing ways to the point that they’re mad at it, but Hellfire has not seen him do this before and is freaking out as Steve collapses.

They then have to switch from dealing with Nancy’s issues to dealing with Steve’s, but it helps that he heals so fast. His heart restarts on its own and he is conscious and bleeding and in pain but realizes that Hellfire is holding onto him. He’s like “S’fine. S’what I do, man,” while they haul him into a hospital bed.

The kids have never seen him do this for someone who was dying before and it’s terrifying to them. They don’t know what’s going to happen. Dustin is just putting together that they didn’t call Hellfire in and he just showed up, and now he’s cradling Steve like they’re close. He wants to know what the hell is going on. Hellfire is freaked out as they bandage Steve up but don’t do much more than get him hooked up to IVs and machines for monitors. Nancy’s mostly recovered again and angry about Steve having done this.

The kids (and Hellfire) want to know what the hell has happened. Robin explains that Steve does this as a last resort if someone’s dying, because he heals so fast. Nancy is chiding herself for having been hurt so badly to have this happen, because it’s awful to watch Steve have to recover again. Hellfire wants to know if that’s what happened when he went to see Steve alone, and Robin confirms that it was.

Hellfire: So he really just healed me? I mean... Why? He barely knew me. Robin: And you came to him for help and Dustin likes you. Besides, he said you weren’t hurt all that bad, you were just being a baby about getting stabbed. Dustin: You still haven’t told us how you knew to come here. We didn’t call you Hellfire, trying to get his freakout under control: And that hurts, you know. You called Steve, but not me? Dustin: ... How did you know we called Steve?

Hellfire realizes that he’s a little caught in this and he can’t think of a good lie because he’s got Steve’s blood on him and Dustin isn’t the only one who looks suspicious. Nancy, who knows him pretty well but also knows Steve even better, is looking angrily at him. Robin’s the one who breaks the tension.

Robin: He knows because he and Steve were on a date when we called. Hellfire hisses at her: Damn it, Swift Robin, shrugging: They’re gonna find out eventually. Steve’s not that good at keeping secrets from this group. Hellfire drags her aside: He doesn’t know Robin, flabbergasted: I’m sorry, what? You said you were going to tell him. Hellfire: Well, I didn’t! It just hasn’t come up.

Robin is now furious and grabs his arm to drag him to the room where they’ve got Steve bandaged up and recovering. "Well, now’s your chance, loverboy."

She shuts everyone else out of the room and tells them that Hellfire needs privacy so he can be there when Steve wakes up. The Party accepts it, but the older group needs more information and Robin isn’t willing to spill it yet.

Steve wakes up with Eddie sitting next to his bedside. He doesn’t register what Eddie’s wearing, only that he looks nervous about being there. He’s just coming back to consciousness slowly and thinks that Robin must have brought him here, or someone had. He grabs Eddie’s hand and squeezes it and says he can explain, but he’s also a little loopy and says that he’s so very, very glad to see him.

Steve: I’m not in a hospital, right? Eddie: no, you’re not Steve: Okay, this has happened before. I can explain. I just... I’m glad you’re here. Eddie: Oh, Stevie Steve: No, I meant to tell you about this, eventually. I didn’t mean to hide it. I just...

He finally focuses on what Eddie’s wearing and stops talking for a second. Eddie realizes that he’s putting it together.

Eddie: Look, I’ve got to tell you something Steve: You’re wearing... That coat is... That’s Hellfire’s suit.

He gets a look on his face like he’s come to another realization about what it all means and what the last couple of weeks have meant and how Eddie has been lying to him. He goes from confused to hurt to angry in the space of about five seconds. Then he’s just glaring at Eddie.

Steve: What do you need to tell me, Eddie? Eddie: Yeah... Uh. Robin didn’t bring me here. I was here already.

Steve keeps glaring until Eddie admits that he is Hellfire and then there’s yelling about lying to him and seeking him out and how he already knew who Steve was and how he must’ve started flirting deliberately the day after. Steve is beyond angry and wants to know if Eddie was actually going to tell him if this hadn’t all happened and then it comes out that Robin knew and made him tell Steve because now everyone knows. Steve is angry and exhausted and hasn’t recovered enough to actually get out of the hospital bed so tells him to get out of his sight. Eddie puts his masks back on before he leaves the room, and says something snide to Robin as he makes a quick exit from their base.

Robin goes in to talk to Steve and bring him some pain meds, and he’s still furious but now he’s mad at her for not telling him. They yell at each other a little bit and the rest of the kids are peeking in and worried. Nancy and Jonathan have figured out what just happened and are trying to do damage control with the kids and get them all home. Steve’s going to stay there overnight and Robin is going to call him in sick to work and make sure his shift is covered, all of the stuff she usually does when he risks his life like this, but he’s still mad at her. She understands that but says that she needed to at least give Hellfire the chance to tell Steve himself, and he said that he would. She’s disappointed that he hadn’t yet, like she misjudged him.

Steve recovers after a day or two and goes home. He wonders if he should look into moving, but realizes that Hellfire already knew where he lived somehow. He’s annoyed that he’s going to have to find a new coffee shop now, because he really did like the coffee. But he goes on with his life as best he can, trying not to admit that he’s a little heartbroken. He refuses to talk about it to the Party and doesn’t ask them if they’re still working with Hellfire. He just doesn’t want to know.

Meanwhile, Hellfire has quit his job and moved out of his uncle’s place because he doesn’t want Steve or anyone to find his real life persona. He’s even more sure that he’s figured out who Steve was even though it’s mostly conspiracy theories and rumors around the Prince. But he knows that Steve Henderson used to be Steven Harrington and it all seems to add up for him. Even though he doesn't think Steve would be vicious, he doesn’t want to attract the attention of superhero royalty.

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There's a part 3 written up, too. And possibly a part 4. I need to figure out how to break it up.

Taglist: @kedreeva, @whydamnitwhy, @fiore-della-valle, @captainhaterade

#stranger things #steddie #superhero au #part 2 #my writing #outline only fics

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