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tellthatbrokebitch · 8 months

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for wip wednesday, stonathan snippet from the stick season au

Then one day, he gets a call from Jonathan. He’s just arrived back in the country from his work trip, and the first thing he’d done is check his messages.

“Will, oh god, Mom, is she-” is the first thing he says when Will picks up, his voice a jumbled mess as he stumbles over his words. “I didn’t have any service, I didn’t think – oh god-”

“Jonathan! It’s okay, she’s okay, we’re all okay,” he soothes, raising his voice to be heard over his brother’s rambling. “She’s back home, I’m with her right now. Do you want-”

“Yes! I’m buying a ticket right now, can I-”

Will hands his phone to Joyce, and after a few minutes of listening and talking and crying, he puts it on speaker, and they all cry together.

Karen offers to pick Jonathan up from the airport in Indianapolis, and when they arrive at the house, Joyce is napping. It’s one of Steve’s rare days off, so he’d dropped by to check up on them. They were at the kitchen table, going over the next week’s schedule and drinking some truly terrible coffee Steve picked up on his way.

“Okay, so if we shift this back an hour-”

“Yeah, that should work out. Her PT is-”

“Right, so that would give us plenty of time to-”

“Bash our heads against the wall!” Steve finishes cheerfully, startling Will into a rare laugh. “Just in time for lasagna.”

“You’re making lasagna?” Steve was a terrible cook.

“Uh, no, you’re making lasagna.”

“Oh, am I?”

“Yes, so I can sneak over after my shift and eat it cold standing in front of the fridge like a gremlin at three AM.”

“That sounds legitimately disgusting.”

“Hey, I’ll use a fork!”

“Not the problem I was having with all of that.”

The sound of the door opening surprises them both, but when the familiar silhouette of his brother fills the doorway, Will immediately relaxes. “Jonathan!”

Jonathan holds out his arms and Will’s already shooting up out of his chair, crossing the few steps until he can hug his brother, burying his face in the crook of his shoulder. He breathes in the scent of airport that clings to his collar and doesn’t even care. After a long moment, he pulls back and frowns. “You’re like an hour early.”

“Uh, no, it’s after two,” Jonathan points out, and when Will checks his phone, 2:14 flashes mockingly back at him.

“Oh. Shit. Sorry. We were busy-” he waves a hand at the table, to the spread of papers and takeout coffee cups and Steve, “going over some stuff, moving around appointments.”

Steve waves awkwardly. “Hey.”

“Hey,” Jonathan says back, a little confused but too polite to show it. To Will he says, “I didn’t know you were friends.”

“Oh, I just – I work at Hawkins Memorial,” Steve says, looking oddly flushed. “I’m just checking in, making sure everything is going well.”

“Sure, if by checking in you mean demanding I make you lasagna,” Will shoots back.

“Okay, not demanding, just gently requesting.”

“You just called yourself a three AM fridge gremlin-”

“Oh, so now we’re just listening to me when I say things? You should know me well enough by now to know how dangerous that is, man.”

Will turns back to Jonathan and he sighs. “He’s terrible, but the other nurses stopped returning my calls, so we’re stuck with him.”

Jonathan’s eyes slide back to Steve, and there’s something in his gaze now that makes Will feel like he should look away. “Congratulations on your BSN,” he says. “I didn’t expect you to leave Indianapolis, definitely not for Hawkins.”

“You – oh.” Steve seems oddly flustered as he scrambles for something to say to that. “I – you know about-”

“Oh.” As Will watches, with the sort of glee only a younger sibling can feel at an older sibling’s embarrassment, a pink flush settles over Jonathan’s face and he too scrambles, stammering, “Yeah, you, uh, your Instagram is public? Um, I follow Nancy and Robin, so-”

“Oh! Right. Um, you could always… actually follow me. If you wanted… um, sometimes Nancy likes your stuff, too, and… your pictures are always beautiful.” Steve’s eyes widen and he hastens to add, “Your photography! Like, the professional shots you post, not – but – not to say you aren’t – obviously you’re-”

Will decides to put him out of his misery – though judging by the soft look in his brother’s eyes and the fond smile, Steve’s not doing too badly. “Steve’s been a lifesaver these past few weeks,” he says. “And not just with the medical side of things. He’s…” Will blows out an unsteady breath. “He’s been great. I’ve been a wreck.”

“Hey, you’ve been doing just fine,” Steve argues back automatically. “Don’t be so hard on yourself, Will. It’s not an easy situation for anyone. Give yourself a break.”

He sounds so heartfelt and earnest that Will can’t help his answering grin. “Alright, Nurse Harrington. I feel properly validated.”

Steve rolls his eyes and slides Joyce’s calendar back across the table. “Alright, jerk,” he snarks, standing and draining the last of his coffee, wrinkling his nose at the taste. “I’ll clear out so that you can all have family time.”

“Wait, you’re leaving?” Jonathan sounds so honestly disappointed that it stops both Steve and Will in their tracks. His face flushes. “I mean, uh – are you sure you can’t stay for a bit longer? It would really help to, um, have a medical professional here? In case I have any questions, about Mom’s-” He falters, his face shuttering a bit as he remembers. “Mom’s condition,” he finishes after several seconds of subdued silence.

“I…” Steve flounders for a minute before giving in. “Yeah, no, I can – I can stay.” He smiles. “It’s my day off, and it’s not like my social calendar is popping off these days.” He reaches over and ruffles Will’s hair before he can do more than squawk in protest. “Annoyingly, this little butthead’s kind of my best friend right now.”

Jonathan’s face softens back into a smile – and oh god, he all but has literal heart eyes. “Yeah, he’s mine, too,” he says. “We can work out a timeshare.”

“Or just get fucking married,” Will mumbles under his breath, cursing when Steve pokes into his side with what must be his boniest finger.

“I’m just gonna go see Mom and then get washed up. She’s… is she sleeping?”

The tremor in his brother’s voice, the same lost look in his eyes that Will’s seen staring back at himself whenever he’s looked in a mirror in the last six weeks, tug at Will’s heartstrings and he finds himself blinking back tears. “Yeah, but go ahead,” he tells Jonathan, clearing his throat when the words come out as little more than a croak. “It’s almost time for her meds anyway. I’ll be in in a few minutes, okay?”

Jonathan just nods, darting one last look in Steve’s direction before adjusting the strap of his carry-on bag and sliding past them to the hallway. Will watches him go, and when he’s out of sight, he turns to Steve to find him doing the same. Steve is entirely incapable of controlling his face, so Will catches the way his expression changes from a sort of gobsmacked longing to something more neutral in real time, and that’s- “Gross, Steve, that’s my brother!”

#tellthatbrookebitch #stranger things #stonathan #will byers #steve harrington #jonathan byers #wip wednesday #and technical it’s #byler fic

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puppiesandnightlock · 19 days

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LINK: but since the world’s obsessed with saying ‘psych’ (pt.2)

summary: Milkshakes, fries, trespassing and mild auto theft :D

Jon bounced on his toes, hands behind his back as he waited for the teacher to poke their head in and allow them both to leave. That was the only way Damian would let them leave would be if they were formally dismissed, and for some unknown reason, he was ready to do anything the other boy said, as long as it meant they’d be going to the diner together.

At first glance, it seemed as if Damian was fully invested in his book, but a bit closer and he was watching the bouncing teen from the corner of his eye, resisting a smile as the earlier characterization of him being a puppy ruled correct. His clothing needed work, and his mannerisms as well, and he’d make that known once he figured out just how long this would actually last.

“Mr. Kent, Mr. Wayne, you are both free to go.” The teacher finally dismissed them, and Jon hovered over Damian’s chair, watching as he arranged his things in his messenger bag.

He slung it over his shoulder, shooting the excited teen a mildly annoyed look. “And you were offended about the puppy comparison.”

“I’m holding onto that, I will turn the gremlin thing onto you eventually.” Jon smirked, looming above him. “Would you look at that, you’ve got the height part down already.”

“Shut up.” He grumbled, holding onto the strap of his bag. “Do you want me to come or not?”

The other only chuckled, holding the door for him. “But of course, Your Highness. Forgive my words.”

He sniffed, nose in the air as he played along. “I suppose you’ve been pardoned. Now, onwards to the feast.”

The face lasted a moment longer before they both dissolved into laughter, moving down the halls of the school at a swift pace.

“We’ll have to walk.” Jon noted, once they were out at the pick up area.

“The sun is up, does not seem like an issue.” Damian brushed it off. “You have directions and I wish to have lunch, so the quicker we’re off, the better.”

“Yes, of course, your very royal highness.” Jon rolled his eyes, beginning to stride away in one direction, longer legs making for quicker strides.

“Hey!” the other boy protested, jogging to keep up. The taller one laughed, speeding up more.

“Asshole.” he heard Damian mutter, smiling to himself. Yeah, so maybe he was, but really, it was all worth it to mess with him.

They ran down the streets of the city, Damian calling out obscenities as Jon cackled, always a few paces ahead. He slowed as they neared their destination, letting the shorter boy catch up and swat at him.

“See if I ever come with you again!” He huffed, holding onto the strap of his messenger bag, tugging at the collar of his green pullover.

“Aw, come on, D ,” he said, nickname coming out mockingly. “If we’re gonna be friends, you gotta keep up with your little gremlin legs.”

He groaned. “Oh my God , fuck off. How many jokes are you going to be making about this? Gets old pretty quick you know, J .”

“A bad word !” Jon gasped, now walking in tandem with him. “Whatever will your family say?”

“They’d wash my mouth out with soap.” Damian deadpanned. “Only there wouldn’t be any left by the time they’d finished with my brother.”

He snorted, before tugging on his sleeve, boldly slipping his hand into the smaller caramel one. “C’mon, we gotta cross the street.”

Damian said nothing, only flushing mildly. Jon looked anywhere but at him, cursing the fact that the paleness of his skin did nothing to hide the growing red creeping up his face.

He let go as they reached the other side, gallantly opening the door for the other boy, bowing slightly as he did so. The other boy made a clicking noise, one that he’d so often associated with negative things, now sounding mildly amused. If he’d looked up, he would have seen the slight shake of his head, lips turning up a tic.

A blond freckled girl with the same piercings as Jon came up as they entered, tying back her apron without looking up.

“Hello, welcome to-” She paused looking up at the two, a grin spreading on her face. “Jonathan Samuel, why haven't you come around and who is this beautiful boy?”

Jon looks sheepish. “Hey Kath. I been busy lately, how’re your folks?”

Damian was almost appalled, flushing from the girl’s words and marveling at how easily Jon slipped into a much more civilized manner, southern accent showing when he spoke to her.

They stopped in their conversation, Jon pulling Damian in front of him. “This is Damian, he’s…a friend.”

Kathy’s eyes sparked at him. “A friend you say, huh?” She eyed him for a minute, before turning to Damian. “What’d he do to you?”

“Kathy!” Jon barked, flushing.

“Ain’t no way he bagged a pretty thing like you, you gotta be here because he did something to ya and now he’s tryna make it up.”

He raised an eyebrow at Jon. “You do this a lot?”

“Taking that as a yes.” Kathy nodded. “You look prep, he knock your books over?”

A devilish smirk came over his face and Jon was hit with the reminder of gremlin-like. “Well, that’s one way to put it, but really, the whole story is a lon-MPFFH!”

His mouth was covered and instinctively he licked the palm, biting at the hand as it was wrenched away from his mouth in disgust. Jon wiped his palm on his jeans while Damian wiped his mouth, both disgusted. Kathy ( The traitor, Jon thought bitterly,) was doubled over laughing, arm propped on the podium holding menus for stability.

“Y’all make such a funny pair, never thought I'd see the day someone corralled Jon.” She giggled as Jon shot her a dirty glare.

“Oh, like you weren’t just as bad! You got a piercing every time I did and you dyed your hair black, and I bet fifty bucks you still wear your eyeliner like I do!”

“Mm, yeah the black hair was not my proudest moment but also, it was like 8th gradebordering freshman year, and i’m attempting to reform.” She put her hand to her heart dramatically. “Of course, I tend to relapse when you drag me into shit.”

“Like you’re complaining.” Jon laughed. “Now, table for two, please.”

They eventually made it to a table, ordering two milkshakes (an almond milk one for Damian) and a side of fries.

The whole thing was oddly date-esqe and it made the both of them desperate for small talk. Damian, ever equipped with manners and experience in polite conversation, started up the questions.

“So, when you said you were raised in a barn, what did you mean?”

Jon seemed to light up, recounting his old life in Kansas, talking about the farm he’d grown up on, his and Kathy’s old adventures, and stopped once he mentioned moving to the city.

“Kath moved here a bit ago, we’d kept in touch but don’t see each other too much anymore. She’s still my best friend and stuff but the city’s weird.”

Their food arrived and they shared the snack, chattering on about things. By the end of it, Jon had learned Damian had six siblings and several brothers-in-laws that hung around their father’s large house, as well as many pets. He liked art and led the art club with his friend Skylar, and had met Maya and Colin in elementary school.

Damian learned that Jon had been raised a well-mannered southern boy, as much as he tried to deny it and undo the teachings now. He saw flecks of homesickness when he talked of the country, sadness when he spoke of his parents who had once been there and were now constantly busy, leaving him with his older brother, even though said brother had his own life.

It was insane to the both of them just how much they’d learned about each other after one civil interaction, how much they were being drawn to one another. It was all getting much too sappy and feelings-like for the both of them, so they split the bill and walked out into the night, afternoon sun shining a bit lower in the sky, not quite yet sunset.

“C’mon, we’ve got some time before it gets dark. Let’s just chill for a bit.” Jon gestured towards the signs pointing to the parks around the city.

They wandered around a bit, going towards the edge of the city where the forests were. “Hey, wanna wander around here a bit?” Damian said, breezing past him through the broken gate.

Jon eyed the sign, hanging off one side of the wire. “I’m pretty sure that says no trespassing, D.”

“The gate’s broken, it isn't as though we’re committing some great offense.” He knocked the gate with a shoulder and the sign fell off. “Oops, there’s no longer a sign to read.”

Jon looked scandalized, what was this, some sort of personality switch? “You’re insane.”

“C’mon, the sun's not down yet.” He went through the brush, raising an eyebrow as Jon refused to follow, bouncing on his toes nervously.

“Scared, farm boy?” He taunted, Jon scowling and taking a step forward.

Knew that would work.

“Not a chance, darlin’.” The other boy followed after, pet name slipping from his tongue easily. “I am blaming you though, if we end up being caught doing something as stupid as this.”

Damian scoffed, walking through the thicket. “With your demeanor, I'd assumed you knew the most important thing about doing something mildly illegal.”

“And what is that, exactly?”

He swallowed as the other boy turned, mouth going dry as a mischievous smirk was shot his way. The words that followed, however, were completely unexpected.

“Don’t get caught.”

They made it around, exploring the tangles of greenery and knocking branches into each other’s faces when they heard the beginning of a party. The sun was hanging dangerously low in the sky, still not yet sunset.

“Damian, we’re gonna get in trouble,” Jon hissed. “We should go.”

“Shhh.” the other boy waved at him, creeping closer. It’s been awhile since he’d done something like this, but he felt the once familiar excitement creep up on him, an amazing feeling that he was determined to chase. He was nearly there, when a branch behind him snapped .

The chatter from the place stopped, and Damian squeezed his eyes shut, cursing everything. Slowly he turned to the culprit, mouthing at him to ’Move back, you idiot, you’re going to get us caught.’

Someone from the other side of the brush called out, “Hello?”

”Shit.” Damian backed away, and suddenly footsteps began coming towards them.

“This is private property, you’re trespassing!” The voices were mixing together and the steps getting closer and suddenly he turned, snatching Jon’s hand and bolting, uncaring of how loud it was.

”HEY!” the voices behind them screamed. Jon seemed paler than usual as they burst through the brush out into a clearing with a dirt road leading out.

“There must be a vehicle around here somewhere, they did not walk down here…” He murmured, glancing around the area. He turned, letting go of the other boy’s hand and smacking him lightly on the cheek, frozen blue eyes coming to attention and locking on his green ones.

“Is Houston having a problem up there, Hayseed?”

Jon seemed to come back to life, mouth opening and closing with no sound coming out. Finally, he blinked a few times, blurting out “You’re actually clinically insane.”

“So you’ve said.” The shorter boy deadpanned. “Thought you would have done this kind of shit all the time with your track record.”

Jon attempted to sputter out a response as Damian looked around, finally spotting a few bikes and ATVs hidden behind a small fence.

“Well, when we were gonna get caught, we ran the other fuckin’ way, not towards it!” He followed Damian, still talking and waving his hands in the air.

“Keep your voice down.” Damian hissed at him, climbing the wiring and swinging a leg over to the other side. “And move your skinny ass, we’re gonna book it out of here.”

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Jon retorted, doing as he said anyways. “You’re the most asshole goody-two-shoes teacher’s pet I’ve ever met and a day into getting to know you and we’re on the run and you’re climbing fucking fences and holy shit are you hot-wiring the fucking bike? ”

Damian had produced some small tools from his messenger bag, prying into the closest vehicle, which happened to be a motorcycle. “Yes, now shut up and go pick the lock on the fence.”

He tossed him a kit and waved him away, Jon smirking as he moved towards the lock. “Bold of you to assume I knew how to do that.”

He snorted. “Please, it would be an embarrassment to yourself and your reputation if you couldn’t at least do that .”

The bike started up, and he swung a leg over it, grinning at the noise of the engine. He guided it over to the entrance, where Jon had successfully opened it. “Get on.”

”What the hell?” a screech came from where they’d come out of the brush. ”Yo, someone’s jacking your Dad’s Harley!”

Jon needed no more prompting, barely getting on as Damian hit the gas, propelling forwards and zooming past the trail in record time.

He had an iron-clad grip around the other’s waist, fear dissipating as they cleared the area.

“Holy shit. ” he whispered. “Holy fucking shit.”

The sun was setting now, painting the sky beautiful colors of orange, pink, yellow, and deep blue. The rush of adrenaline was catching up with him now and the events of what had just happened came crashing down on him. Throwing his head back, he let out a loud laugh, whooping as they shot back into city limits.

“You didn't leave your mind back there, did you, Kent?” Damian called over the roar of the engine. “I’d hate to have to explain that to your brother.”

Jon was still giggling as he leaned forwards, loosening his grip on the boy in front of him. “No, just the rush. Dude, how’d you learn how to do all of that? Like, God, that was so cool , and if we ever get caught we’re in so much trouble , but it was freaking awesome!”

“I’m glad you thought so.” he responded dryly, slowing the bike down. “We can leave this here, and we’ll walk the rest of the way.”

The sky was close to dark as they walked back up to the nicer areas of the city, pausing at the Waynes’ residence.

“Thank you for inviting me today,” Damian told him as they reached the gate, the line perfectly practiced.

Jon stared at him blankly. “This isn't a gala, dude, you don’t have to thank me. You’re a pretty cool guy, not at all what i expected.”

He bumped him on the shoulder gently, the atmosphere softening. “If anything, I should be thanking you, because I haven't had this much fun for a while. I honestly didn’t think you had it in ya, but after this and you kickin’ my ass, i’m pretty sure i misjudged you completely.”

“There’s a lot of things you don’t know about me, Kent.” Damian said after a moment of silence. “But today, you’ve seen more of me than most people have.”

“Friends?”

“I suppose so.”

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knoxsunday · 1 year

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Crash Into You | Chapter Six

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x OC Female Character

Summary: Jess hides from her feelings, which is hard to do when Bradley is the best at being there for her.

Word Count: 3.4k

Warnings: smut (18+ content), angst, panic attack, swearing

A/N: a little spice, a little fluff, a hurt/comfort before things hit the proverbial fan between these two.

Thank you for reading ❤️

The smell of petrichor wakes me. It's been months since I've been greeted by the coming of rain with San Diego being one of the sunniest places I've ever lived. I listen to the pitter patter as the rain drops pick up their pace. A cool breeze rolls through the open windows, salty and earthy. I exhale with a hum. Next to me Bradley buries his face further into the pillow, his left arm tightening around my waist to draw me closer. He sleeps like he wants to melt into whatever he's on, be it the bed, pillow, my chest or crook of my neck. Perhaps it's from years of passing out bone tired from long hours training or teaching. A nose dive into coveted sleep.

"Mmmrain," his groggy rumble is muffled by the pillow. His morning voice would have made my knees buckle had I been standing.

I whisper through a grin, "Great, isn't it?"

Bradley lifts his head, blinks slowly, lost for a moment as sleep still grips his consciousness. There's creases from the pillow lining his face.

"Wow." He finally says. "You're even prettier in the morning."

"Were you expecting a gremlin or something?"

"Kinda, yeah," Bradley stretches, letting the bed sheets slide down his torso, exposing his tanned skin.

"You're a jerk," I roll my eyes.

"And you are naked," Bradley pulls the blanket off us to kiss my neck and collar bone. He palms my breast, rolling his thumb over the bud of my already pert nipple from the sudden exposure to cold air. His cock hardens against my thigh.

"Morning sex and rain," I arch into his kiss on my sternum. "Lucky me."

"Lucky me," Bradley echos into my skin.

My fingers trace his abdominal muscles which flex under my passing touch, take a teasing detour down the V near his hip bone, then on to the subtle happy trail going south to grasp his cock and lazily stroke him. I watch his mouth fall slack and eyes roll back. He's more vocal than last night and it's doing things to me. I rub my thighs together, already wet from anticipation of what comes next. Flipping us so I'm on top, I slowly sink down onto his cock, both of us groaning as I seat myself to his hilt.

"Good morning," I sigh. I feel filled to almost bursting. Why haven't we been doing this the whole time?

"Morning." He replies, reverent. I start to move up and down his thick length, shifting my hips so my clit rubs against his pubic bone. Bradley reaches up and pulls the tie out of my hair. Thick fingers start at my temple, card through my long strands and rest at the base of my skull. A light tug near the roots of my hair makes a breathy moan escape my throat.

"That's my girl," Bradley whispers.

Morning sex with Bradley is unhurried. It's not the running late but fuck it, lets get off one more time before we go our separate ways sort of morning sex. He takes his time. My own movements are slow, sleepy. My body hums awake, responding to every point of contact between us. Thunder rolls in the distance and I blissfully whimper when Bradley slides his hand between where we meet and circles his thumb around my clit. His other hand has a gentle but firm grip at my hip, holding me steady as I ride him. In the haze of a building orgasm I tell him this is better than any cup of coffee.

"I'd hope so," Bradley chuckles and thrusts up into me, sending me over the edge. My walls grasp greedily around his cock as the euphoric wave passes and I have to prop my hand on the headboard to keep from falling over. Bradley sits up and kisses me deeply as I come back down, rolling his hips into me gently. I want him. All of him.

"Cum for me, Bradley," I whisper and lightly lick the shell of his ear. Bradley lets loose a rough growl-like sound and thrusts harder into me.

"Fuck," he groans as he climaxes, his cock pulsing deliciously inside me.

I slide off him after our breathing returns to somewhat normal and sit back. Heads bent together, we look down between us at the sticky, wet mess starting to run down my thighs.

"Jess, baby," he says, dragging a finger through the wet on my leg. "I think I really like seeing my cum leaking out of you. Probably the hottest thing I've ever seen."

I take his hand and slowly drag his finger over my tongue, giving it a light suck for good measure. I can taste myself and him -a little salty, a little bitter.

"I take that back," Bradley whispers, eyes a bit glazed and darkened. "That was."

Bradley is standing in my kitchen in nothing but his black boxer briefs with a mug of coffee steaming away in his hand.

Bradley is standing in my kitchen after we had sex. Twice.

College Jess would be scandalized. Or would she? Maybe now isn't the time to overanalyze things. Not when I have a handsome man looking at me like that. Warm and fond and sweet.

"What?"

"Your staring habit is back," Bradley teases.

I deflect and point at the coffee. "Make enough for two?"

"Yes, you monster," Bradley shakes his head and hands me his mug.

"Ew, I don't want yours."

"You had your tongue practically down my throat less than 10 minutes ago but you draw the line at sharing a mug?"

"When you put it like that," I mumble and take the mug. This feels…too intimate somehow. Add that to the list of things to overanalyze later.

"You alright?" Bradley asks, eyes roving my face.

I finally muster up a truth of sorts. "It's weird you're here."

"Bad-weird?"

"Not bad," I say slowly, momentarily distracted by the grey morning light making the subtle lighter brown tones of his hair shine. "I could get used to it."

I make a simple breakfast of toast and eggs while Bradley showers. We eat in the kitchen. It's all positively domestic. He asks me about med school, mostly curious if I managed to kill anyone as an intern. Everyone asks that question at some point. I didn't, I inform him triumphantly, but that didn't mean people didn't die on my watch. The trauma rotation was the hardest because some people come in already at death's door and there's very little the doctors can do. Those stick with you, even years later.

Bradley's phone buzzes for the sixth time since we sat down to eat. He glances at it and rolls his eyes.

"If you need to get going," I prompt. Eventually we need to part. This daydream can't last forever.

"It's just Hangman," he says. "We usually hit the gym in the mornings."

He tilts his phone to me and I catch a glimpse of the last three chat bubbles from Hangman.

Answer your phone dickhead

You lazy turd I'll pick you up in 30

I have an air horn to blast your ass out of bed. I will use it.

"Even on your days off?" I'll run when I feel like it but I wouldn't be caught exercising on a day meant for sleep and resetting the internal clock. This last assignment had us almost eleven hours ahead of pacific standard time. I'm impressed I'm even coherent enough to function. Sex-induced sleep works wonders.

"These muscles didn't happen overnight, sweetheart," he flexes and I laugh despite myself when he kisses both his biceps with two loud smacks.

"Oh my god, you did not just do that."

"You liked it."

"The macho male bravado thing doesn't do it for me."

"Something about me does it for you," Bradley grins knowingly.

"A scientific mystery," I say and take our plates to the sink.

I'm entertaining the idea of inviting him to stay the rest of the day to…hangout? We both have nowhere to be if Bradley intends to ignore Hangman's texts/threats. Another round between the sheets (or shit, I'd settle for the kitchen table) sounds like the best use of a rainy day. And I'm clearly not over this chemistry or whatever between us. I feel like a horny teenager. A dam has been unlocked and I can't seem to reel in this constant want for him. There's something else, too. Something simmering at the bottom of all the sex and comfortable conversation.

You like him, Jess. Being with him. You just don't want to admit it.

Bradley pins me in at the sink, broad chest warming my back, and kisses my cheek. I twist to look at him silently hoping I don't look as conflicted as I feel. A meaningless night if sex is turning into cute, couple-y morning. This was not part of the plan.

"I'm going to head out," Bradley informs me and captures my mouth for a long, deep kiss.

"Bye," I croak into his lips.

"Bye darlin'."

That weak in the knees feeling comes back and I grip the sink for purchase.

Shit shit shit.

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I'm in a supply closet. My heart feels like it's going to pound its way out of my chest and into my lap. I'm supposed to be outside on the tarmac to fly with Hangman for my monthly routine ride along. I got suited up without a second thought not two hours ago. But as I made my way out of the debrief room with Hangman and a few other, older instructors, my thoughts took a hard left turn into the last time I was in an F18. Alarms, fire, overwhelming and impending sense of doom. For a brief second I was back in the cockpit of that plane in a free fall. I feel cold and sweaty at the same time and suddenly this flight suit and everything feels too tight, too heavy.

My legs kick into autopilot and take me to the nearest escape, the nearest door I can find. It just happened to be a supply closet. Fitting, really. I used to hide in hospital supply closets all the time when things got too overwhelming. Sometimes for a brief cry after a frustrating case. But never to panic. The panic attack is new. Or at least I think it's a panic attack. All the signs are there, my logical part of my brain reminds me. I suck in air in small gulps and sink to the floor. I want to cry but no tears fall. I hear the muffled voices of people walking by. I throw off the vest of flight equipment and unzip the flight suit, frantically shimming out of the arms to let the top half pool at my waist. My t-shirt is damp with sweat and clinging on to my torso.

Breathe in, breathe out.

"I saw her go this way."

"That's a closet, you dumbass," I hear just outside of the door. I register the door opening and light flooding my vision but I can't bring myself to look up from my spot on the floor.

"Lucky guess," Hangman says.

"Jess?" Rooster says. The marked note of concern drags me away for a moment and I wave weakly.

"I'll, uh, tell Bob and Phoenix we've found the doc," Hangman says. I hear footsteps retreat down the hall and the door closes. A heavy thud of a body next to me.

"Cozy," Rooster's voice drifts in the darkness.

"Any port in a storm," I manage, voice thin and shaky. Rooster stiffens then shifts next to me.

"You okay?"

"Yes."

"Liar," Rooster fires back gently. "No okay person hides in a closet."

"I'm having a panic attack." I flex my fingers and wipe my sweaty palms on my thighs. "This was the first place I could find to, well, panic."

"Any port in a storm," Rooster echos.

We sit there in the dark, me with my head between my legs and Rooster…well I don't know what he's doing because I can't really see much beyond my nose. I match my breathing with his steady ones and the tension in my shoulders starts to ease.

"You know, after George Clooney left ER the show kind of went downhill," Rooster says.

My head snaps up. "Excuse me?"

"Yeah, you take away such great talent like Clooney and it just wasn't the same."

"You are so wrong," I twist and our knees bump. "George Clooney's character, while great, was more of a feature role and second of all, Anthony Edwards carries the show on his back but when he-"

Rooster's low, poorly restrained chuckles cause me to pause.

"You said that to wind me up."

"A little, yeah." I can tell he's smiling. "Just needed to make sure you're still with me, that's all.

"Have you ever seen any episodes?"

"No, but I looked up some synopsis the other day," Rooster sighs. "15 seasons is hell of a commitment."

"The show actually goes downhill after Anthony Edwards leaves in the eighth season."

"Always gotta win the argument," Rooster laughs.

"Always." I lean into his side and slump. All of my energy has evaporated.

"I started thinking about the last time," I say and nuzzle into his shoulder. He smells like soap, fabric softener, and Bradley.

"It's hard to get back out there," Bradley's chin rests lightly on my head. "You don't have to go today."

"I will eventually." I add, "Kind of part of the flight surgeon thing."

"But not today," Bradley says. "And that's okay."

"I don't like feeling weak," I admit. It seems so easy to say these things in the dark. Maybe that's why confessional rooms are always so dim.

"You aren't weak. Annoyingly bullheaded. But not weak, Harris."

"But-"

"No one will care if you go up tomorrow or next month," he says gently. "If anything, this is the most understanding group. The Daggers have all gone through some shit at some point that made us think twice about getting back in that box again."

"Even you? When?"

Bradley lets out a long stream of air.

"Um, well. When we flew, actually. Mav always says you fly long enough and you end up losing a wingman. Never really let myself think I could be me and someone in a jet with me. Let alone…you. Especially now that…"

"Now what?"

"I, uh, well y' know." Bradley clears his throat. "The squad would have my head if I lost their best and favorite doctor."

"Hard to do if we both burned in."

"Phoenix would find a way."

"Favorite doctor, hm?"

"I shouldn't have told you. This closet isn't big enough to inflate your ego too much."

"It's amazing we both fit in here with yours."

"Brat."

"Jerk."

"I think I'm ready to leave now." I push myself to my feet and help Bradley up with a tug on his muscle-corded forearm. We're chest to chest and if it were any other moment we'd probably kiss or something. Isn't that, like, the obvious outcome of two people in a supply closet?

Instead I'm pulled into Bradley for a bear hug.

"Hugs are kind of your thing, huh," I say into his shoulder.

"Shhh. You're ruining a nice moment," Bradley chides. "And yes. I'm a hugger. Don't tell anyone."

"Secret's safe with me," I giggle into his neck and wrap my arms around him. He relaxes into me with a kiss at my temple.

The light of the hallway blinds me for a moment. I should feel weird about leaving a small space with a guy and my flight suit half off but the hallway is blessedly empty. But I couldn't care less. I'm sure everyone knows I was having a panic attack in a closet by now. Things like this travel fast and there's no bigger bunch of gossips than pilots.

"I'll find Hangman, let him know he's solo today," Bradley says.

"Thanks," I nod. "For sitting with me and the… h-u-g."

"Come by my place after work," Bradley says like this is what we do on Tuesdays. "We can eat, talk about the accident or nothing, watch TV or stare at the wall in silence. I'll cook."

"Oh, I-I don't know," I stammer.

"I know for a fact you have nothing in your fridge."

"So?"

"See you at seven, Jess," Bradley rolls his eyes, pats my shoulder and heads down the hall to find Hangman.

It wasn’t hard to find Rooster’s little bungalow three blocks from my house - the baby blue vintage Bronco in the driveway was a dead giveaway. We talk while I cut up green peppers and Rooster browns ground beef for tacos. He listens as I ramble on about what happened before I ended up in a closet, hyperventilating. I tell him I hate going to therapy but Rooster nudges me to go anyway. We argue over the best taco toppings -he forgot the most important ingredient, in my opinion, which is verde salsa. Bradley refuses to let me help clean up, even goes as far as to threaten to physically remove me from the kitchen, so I take that time to snoop.

His home has all the markings of a person who moves a lot for their career: sparse decorations, closets full of mostly uniforms and half unpacked boxes of odds and ends that get taken from place to place. But it still feels like Bradley's space. From the pile of sneakers and combat boots by the door to the splash of color in his bedroom closet from Bradley's Hawaiian shirt collection. I spot a few patterns I remember seeing back in college. My chest feels tight at the sight of them: a familiar personality quirk of his.

There's a photo in the living room of young, baby faced Bradley and a middle aged Maverick next to a World War Two plane, both squinting in the blazing sun. Next to it is a more recent picture of the two men on an aircraft carrier, sweaty and surrounded by a boisterous crowd, grinning at each other. On the dresser in the bedroom are some receipts, loose change, a worn book about the history of aviation, and a photo of what can only be his parents in the late 80s. Bradley's mom is a knockout blonde wrapped up in the arms of a mustached man that is the splitting image of Bradley. Down to the facial hair. Or, vice versa, really. His parents look happy and utterly in love.

We can't decide on something to watch and I'm all talked out for the night so we end up having sex on his couch. It wasn't what was intended for the night, we insist to other several times between kisses.

"I really did just want to talk," Bradley says and removes my shirt.

"I know." I toss his shirt behind me.

"This wasn't how I envisioned the night going. Like, at all."

"Of course not," I run my tongue up his bare chest. "But since we're here…"

I don't stay over because I have an early shift at the clinic. It sounds like a cliche excuse and I hate using it despite it being the truth. It is my turn to do the 5am shifts this week and I'd rather not have to get up extra early to get a change of clothes from my home. Bradley puts up a pout-riddled protest as I dress, insisting I stay anyway.

"My bed's very comfortable."

"So's mine," I say, looking for my shoes.

"I'll make breakfast."

"Bradley."

"Jess."

"Shut your mouth."

He sighs melodramatically as pulls on his boxer briefs. "Can't even tempt you with my cooking skills."

"Anyone can make tacos," I say.

"What if we go another round and I can put my mouth to good use," he says and snatches my other shoe away. "Would you stay?"

"Tempting," I reach for my shoe but he holds it over my head. "But rain check."

"Your strong will has always amazed me," Bradley says.

"And your vertical advantage is annoying me."

Bradley's boyish grin makes my heart skip. He hands me my shoe after a peck on my cheek.

"I'm glad you came over."

"Same."

He walks me to the door. "I liked having you over. Even before the couch stuff."

An odd feeling seeps in as he pulls me into a long, warm hug. We blew past friends right into…something else. As for clearing the sexual tension between us, that has yet to dissipate if tonight was any indication. It feels like something more than just sex. I know how I got here but what is this for Bradley?

A smarter person would ask. I am not that person, not tonight anyway.

Coward.

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springgirlwaiting4fall · 2 years

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Malakai and His Wife Leaving For Their Honeymoon

Request of Fluffy turned Smutty and Original Character by: @josiewrites

Warning: Smut 18 years and Over Please.

Josie hit the save button on her latest writing before closing down her laptop. She stretched in her seat and let down her long pink hair. She knew her husband Malakai was going to be back from the gym any minute and she still needed to finish packing. He was sweet and loving. Covered in tattoos and his body was hard with muscles, no body would guess that he was a cat daddy, who loved waking up his wife with a cup of tea in the morning. It was such a shock when they 1st met and he told her he was a professional wrestler who was supposed to be such a dark and evil character

It was hard to pack when she didn’t know where she was going. Malakai had just just given her a list of things she needed to pack. And the list included bathing suits along with warmer clothes. Not that she was annoyed, they had gotten married right after Malakai signed with AEW. They never got a chance to go on a honeymoon until now. He wanted to plan the perfect trip for them and wanted it to be a complete surprise for her.

“Gremlin. Where are you?” Malakai was calling downstairs. Gremlin was his pet name for her. On their first date he asked her to describe herself in one word, Gremlin is what she used. He laughed and asked to explain. She told him that she was a feral little weirdo. It was soon but in that moment he knew he was in love.

Josie threw the rest of her stuff that still needed to be folded in, closed her suitcase and ran down stairs pulling the heavy suitcase behind her. Malakai watched before picking his wife up with one hand and pulling the suitcase down with the other. “Excited Gremlin?”

“Excited and curious.” Josie wrapped her legs around Malakais waist. She was sure he could feel the heat coming off of her. Josie loved when he would show off his strength especially in his workout clothes that showed off his tattoo covered body. “You know you promised our honeymoon would start as soon as you got home.” Malakai dropped her suitcase off by the front door.

Than he carried her to the sofa and sat down so she was straddling her lap. “Did I say that?” His hands ran up and down her sides until they slide down to her butt. He began to palm and squeeze Josie’s ass through her leggings.

“You did.” Josie let out a moan her husband started to kiss and suck on her neck. “Plus I can’t go to the airport and not know which plane to get on what If we get separated and I can’t find you.” Josie teased as she started to rub against Malakai hard on through his shorts. He was getting hard.

“Do you think I would ever let my wife out of my sight?” He thrust upward. They were fucking through their clothes like teenagers. Josie looked up at him, with puppy dog eyes begging to know where they were going. “Let’s make a deal Gremlin. You get me to cum without taking your or my clothes off and I will tell you.”

“Deal.” Josie licked started to lick Malakais collar bone, up to his neck, and over his ear. She slowly started to work her hips up and down. And side to side. She could feel his hard on grow to full length. He was so long that she could feel him penetrate her though her clothes.

And he could feel her hot and wet she was. His hips meet every moment she made. “Fuck Josie.” She never stopped moving but her hips were going Agonizingly slow. “Please.”

She started working her hips faster, if she couldn’t get her husband to cum she knew she could at least get herself off. And she was so close, he gripped her hair and pulled her closer.

His cock began to hit her clit in hypnotizing rhythm. Josie gripped Malakais shoulders and her thighs started to shake. “Go ahead. Use my dick. Cum in those panties.”

She felt herself make a mess in her leggings and his short. Malakais hips were bucking into her. And she knew what would send him over the edge. “Who said I was wearing Underwear?”

He held her tight as he came in his shots. Through a groaned he was able to say “Ireland. In the countryside.”

#aew #aew fanfiction #malakai black #malakai black fanfiction

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twstchaos · 1 year

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What are some mishaps some of your ocs have gotten themselves into during alchemy class?

Hihi~

Mmm, potion mishaps, my favorite genre of twst comedy!!!

During a joint class, Sumana and Bouquette got bumped into and got a transformation potion spilled on to them. What type of transformation potion? A mermaid transformation potion~ And this accident was created solely because I felt wronged that ch3 was not the mermaid adventure I was hoping it would be.

Not technically a potion mishap because it was completely intentional, but Bouquette may have slipped Riddle a personality-changing potion solely because I wanted an excuse to write bad boy Riddle.

And now the problem child Missy. She has not one, but two, potion mishaps. The first being ye olde she becomes a baby, inspired by Mintmoth's doodles of Baby Kalim, and the second being a Freaky Friday situation with @twstwhisper's René. Honestly, there may be many other potion mishaps that happened to her that I may be forgetting.

Thanks for the question!!!

A bit of a drabble I wrote a long time ago~

Missy will always be a dumbass, but this was probably the dumbest thing she did in her whole entire life…and she had done some very dumb things. A handful of the first years were having a joint alchemy remedial lesson, and chaos was bound to happen. First with Epel complaining about his eyes stinging while he chose to wear his safety goggles on his head. Second with Ace and Deuce roughhousing…as per usual. Third with Roche doing Roche things. But, Missy’s dumbassery really did take the cake during this class period though.

Epel slowly mixed the mysterious and sparkling liquid, squinting as the potion’s fumes continued to burn his eyes. Missy was mesmerized by the changing colors.

“You ever wonder what this tastes like?” She looked into the cauldron. Her head was scarily close to the bubbling liquid.

“No, can’t say that I have.” Epel mindlessly stirred the potion, dropping in random ingredients.

“I wanna just…” Missy’s head inched closer.

“What do you think you’re doing?!” Sebek yelled, grabbing the back of her collar and yanking her head away from the questionable substance.

“ACK! Sebek, what was that about?” Missy pouted.

“Your gremlin is coming out~” Ace teased.

“You were about to touch the potion, so I stopped you.” Sebek said before focusing back on his potion.

“I wasn’t gonna do anything stupid.” She most definitely was. “I was just asking if—“ Her face was again just barely hovering above the potion Epel was mixing. “—you ever thought—“ Even closer. “—about tasting it.” Her tongue dipped into the forbidden soup.

Epel just watched her in shock.

“Oh my go—what the fuck—AHHHHHH!” He freaked the fuck out, dropping the mixing spoon to pull Missy away from the potion. All eyes were on them as Missy crinkled her nose.

“Eww. Tastes gross.” And then, she was enveloped in a puff of smoke.

“MISSY!” Epel screamed, fanning at the smoke to blow it away. In her place sat a toddler…a toddler version of Missy.

Professor Crewel sighed as he picked up the babified Missy.

“You chaotic pup.” The teacher shook his head. “Mr. Zigvolt, take Ms. Chievous back to Diasomnia.” Without a response, Sebek took Missy from Professor Crewel and left with the babbling child in his arms.

“The rest of you, I expect you to clean up your equipment quickly and quietly.” The professor turned to Epel. “And you, Mr. Felmier, will assist me as punishment in making the antidote, seeing as you watched as she tasted the potion.” Crewel cracked his crop.

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“Now, you stay put, lil’ Missy, as I make you a snack~” Lilia was taking complete advantage of Missy being turned into a toddler to baby her to his heart’s content.

Just as Lilia turned his back to cook something horrendous for the little girl, Missy disappeared from her seat, accidentally using her teleportation magic that Lilia himself taught her.

“I’m baAAAAACK!” Lilia dropped the plate of horrible sludge, searching frantically for the missing baby.

—

Missy pattered around the halls of the dorm, coming to rest at the fountain of Scarabia. She crawled upon on the edge, splashing her hand in the cool water. The rippling water mesmerized the little girl as she leaned over and over and over.

SPLASH!

Jamil rushed at the sound.

“Kalim, you better no—“ He gawked, staring at the sight of a small child crying in the fountain. Messy lavender hair? Bright green eyes? Annoying and whiny voice? Yup, this was the gremlin that he had unfortunately grown attached to but as a toddler.

Jamil sighed, picking her up out of the water.

“Why is it that whenever there is a problem, you’re at the center of it?” He cradled her in his arms, bringing her back to the dorm proper to dry her off and change her out of the soaked clothes. Jamil sent René a text which was met with no reply.

(May get around to finishing it later)

#keep 'em comin'#michi answers #michi writes #missy chievous #the gremlin #sumana maeosarai #bouquette de rosario #rené laverne #rené belongs to twstwhisper #twst oc #riddle rosehearts #twisted wonderland #disney twst

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parallel-selfs · 3 months

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Harveston's Kellkarotu

Followed Mewshi Q's playthrough

The event happens in their second year, less than a week before VDC. Some of the fourth years are back at school.

"No, you can have it."

"Why tomorrow?"

"Sure, I would love to see more of the world."

"Oh, but I should tell you... I don't think you should do the sledathon, unfortunately. The sleds we use for it are magically operated, and though you can use magic you're still new to it and may struggle controlling the sled... and I would worry about you too much." -Epel

Sebek is more open to hanging out with people and asks for more information on the event. Epel still rizzed him.

Hmm, maybe I should watch that anime. It would give me something to watch.

"Plush sledding?"

Snow White.

That makes sense, and thoughtful towards the animals.

"Idia, if you want to come with, just ask nicely. Or else I will drop kick you into next week for being a brat."

"Morning."

(Epel knows damn well Vil has a competitive streak from last year.)

Really, Azul.

"This is his last year here, he needs to go on at least one trip with friends before he graduates." -Ortho

(I love this, Idia getting yeeted through the mirror) Alice is laughing at this scene before them.

Breathes in the fresh air, and chokes slightly.

"I'm a bit cold."

"Woah..." Takes a picture.

"Don't we have to wash them?"

Palms Grim's face.

Nerd.

Pauses. Three hours?!

Chuckles at everyone's confusion.

(Vil wouldn't say shit about Epel's accent, especially since Epel kicked his ass last year)

Ah, I see.

(Jade's purposely keeping the information about his three other siblings)

Grabs their clothes and heads into the bathroom to change.

"Hey guys." They feel nice at hearing the compliments. "Thanks."

Chuckles. Sebek, no.

Grim is wearing a coat Alice bought him for winter, so his new bow is sticking out from the collar. He also has booties on.

"You look cute."

Fascinated by the facts Epel are spilling.

When Alice introduces themself to Marja, there's a slight concern in the grandma's eyes. Despite the smile and warm energy from Marja, Epel can tell his grandma is quietly questioning the scars on the young woman's face. However, the town folks are more obvious with their stares and concerned expressions.

"Yeah, it's more like the other way around."

Alice quietly picks out fabrics to make a teddy bear.

Gremlin child.

Poor Azul.

Stay away from my son.

Aw.

(Idia literally went "okay, I'm going to gaslight this mother forker" to Sebek.)

"And why the well?"

Their left hand has no feeling in it. Anyway, washes Grim's paws in between their hands.

Doesn't make a wish.

Apple ginger tea.

"No, you're choosing one drink."

Holy shit. Munch.

Buys two pies for Grim and them after listening to Epel's explanation.

"Looks who's talking, Idia."

(I now imagine Grim having a small coin bag as a wallet)

They do light shopping. And got some snacks for her friends at school.

(I want to visit Harveston and eat food and buy stuff.)

(I thought the apple peel was going to be from the apple Epel peeled for Idia)

Winces when Marja yells. And ends up covering their ear.

(Sebek, that's sad)

"Yeah, I had plushies. There was two teddy bears I had since I was a baby and grew up with them. But I lost one of them somewhere in my childhood, and you know what happened with the second one."

Covers ear again.

They're concerned for the boys.

(Oh Idia)

"I don't see why not."

"I'll smack you if you touch anything."

"Run, Grim." He gets one at the back of the head. Alice avenges their son by throwing a snowball at Jade.

Grim and Alice both throw a snowball at Idia.

"Oh, you were from the VDC."

"-and you better not look down on me just 'cuz I'm small!" -Gran

"But how will I look at you if I don't look down?" The NRC boys liked the insult.

Alice is liking the sweetness while the boys are ready to kill.

Half through practice, they had to leave to take a break. When resting, they worked on making their bear.

Marja ask them to go outside for a moment and wonders into the market, trying new food and looking at the items. The boys find them.

"They're really pretty. I kinda want one."

Gives him the face of "why are you asking me?" & "I don't know!"

Looks closer at Grim's plate and gets confused. Declines a slice.

"I got a bean soup for you."

"That's why I'm going to town because I get to try other people's food."

"Me, I would say you're lying through your teeth."

Their poor ear.

"Idia..." "Because that has no ounce of creativity unlike actually playing it."

Annoyed mother tone, "Grim." He stops.

(That was cute, he's happy)

"No."

"Grim, don't be a brat." Marja tells Alice to cover their ear, and yells at Grim.

"Guys, don't be evil." "Jade, no."

"Heh."

"Sebek, if I'm covering my ear, you're too loud."

"Well, Sebek is half human and as loud as thunder."

"I normally curl up when I sleep, so I'll probably be fine."

Gets ready for bed and finds the teddy bear is done, and a ribbon tied around its neck.

"So you look like your grandma when she was young? Now we know where you get your good looks from." Slight teasing at the end.

Wait what?

"Idia, calm the... frick down."

"Guys, take a picture together before the race."

"You got this, guys!"

(Ha!)

(That squirrel will be his prize possession)

(Actually, Twst talks about Baul, but never about Sebek's grandmother or his human grandparents)

Quickly grabs the bags and hands it to them.

(We don't talk about this scene and the possibility of disaster)

(You know Epel was swearing the whole time.)

Holy shit, those guys are crazy.

"Run, guys! Run!"

Epel flops on the ground after losing and Alice walks over to him. They sit down beside him, wrap an arm around his shoulders and leans his head on their shoulder.

"Says the one who declined when offered."

"Grim, you know what's wrong, now give him some space." Squeezes Epel a little bit.

(Marja translated everything, swears included)

The second Epel says about yelling at the sunrise, instantly covers ear.

(Fu-)

#twisted wonderland #alice #facts about alice #twst event

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ilcaeryx · 3 years

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Cascade [Gojo Satoru/Reader]

Summary: Satoru picks you up after a wild night in Tokyo’s party districts. While he’s dying to be more than your close friend, he won’t act until he’s certain you want him, too.

Tags: Gojo Satoru/Reader, Cute, Fluff, Humor, Slight angst, Nightlife, Pining, Pre-relationship

Word Count: Almost 2k

Author’s Note: Feels good to complete something. I listened to The Rose’s cover of ILYSB while writing this.

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Gojo Satoru’s 1AM drive to one of Tokyo’s nightlife district was strictly for serious business. While he would fit into the crowd of youthful people enjoying the neon stinging their eyes and body contact with at least four strangers at all times, he had zero intentions on partying. Indeed, his sole mission was to retrieve a package – that package being you.

Lulled into rumination by the car engines constant humming, Satoru pondered about your occupation of his mind. Even though his days were busy, he would associate the concept of you with quite literally anything. Bickering with the higher ups? He could envision himself cranking up the drama as he told you the story, smiling smugly inwards at you cooking him comfort food to soothe ‘his stressful day’. Whenever something hilarious or crazy happened, he would automatically think ‘I’ll tell Y/N this later’. One would expect it would annoy him but it was not the case; Satoru was entertained by his daily fantasies, very much enthralled by the walking-on-clouds-feeling his body would produce during his mental escapades. If one Y/N thought equalled one endorphin molecule, he was experiencing a cascade.

His first thought after awakening every morning was your face between his palms, his fingers frigid against your temples. If things between you two ever developed, one day your face would be his first experience that day, every day for the rest of his life. Right now, Satoru would pin your relationship as close friends. As much as he would overinterpret your behaviour towards him, he was quite certain you were not interested in discovering whatever else could unfold between the two of you. Not yet, his positive inner self protested. Maybe never, his negative inner self retorted.

Despite his conflicting emotions, he gathered himself up into a presentable version of himself while he walked to the nightclub your friend had mentioned. Your safety was his number one priority right now, regardless if you were into him romantically or not.

~~~

“Text me when you’re home!” you yelled over the pulsating music, bidding your friend farewell by blowing her a kiss. In a dramatic motion, she caught the invisible kiss in her palm and clutched it against her chest.

“I will! Stay safe, bitch!” she screeched back before submerging into the human current outside the club, her cursed energy swashing to and fro like a solar flare.

Even though his evening had been a cozy movie-night in his bedroom, Satoru’s limbs felt heavy from looking at you. With your shoulders drooping and hands massaging your left thigh, you were finally punished from dancing non-stop all evening. Indeed, your hair clung to your forehead, neck and upper arms, intermingling with the shining perspiration on your skin. Nevertheless, you seemed to relish in whatever banger was playing inside as you were gently swaying side to side.

“I know what you’re thinking,” you said, pre-emptively shushing him with your index finger in the air. “But I’ll take a shower once I’m home.”

“I was actually thinking that I should’ve brought a towel, considering that your sweat’ll soak the car seat,” he said and tucked some slick strands away from your face. Your mortified look cracked him up. “It’s fine, I’ll lend you my jacket.”

“Your expensive-ass jacket? Thanks, I’d rather freeze to death.”

He rolled back his shoulders as he slid his jacked halfway down his back, hands still in his pockets. A little disappointment tinged his tongue. “Are you sure? I warmed it up just for you.”

“Yeah, stop stripping and let’s get the hell out of here.” You smacked his back with an open hand, pushing him onwards. “God, I can’t wait until we get home. I’m so tired. Are we going to your place?”

Let’s not read into anything, Satoru thought. ‘Anything’ meant both your off-hand comment about his place and the fact that your hand remained steady on his back even after you two joined the crowd. Physical closeness wasn’t anything new between you but the context provided another layer of complexity to read into. Suddenly, being the completely sober adult in charge seemed like too heavy a responsibility for him...

Without meaning to, his back tensed up. “No, you weirdo. You can sleep off the alcohol in your own bed.”

You either weren’t bothered by his tenseness or you didn’t notice, as you shifted your hand around his waist. You carefully leaned against his arm. “Sounds boring. Don’t you want to talk all night?”

Like always, your presence burned his arm, enough that he was unable to feel the strangers he bumped into on his other side. This was a sign, right? Or were you flirting as a friend? In the past, he had people confess their ‘love’ for him and apparently they thought his teasing and touching meant he fancied them. Being extremely lovable wasn’t easy, especially not when any platonic affection could be re-constructed as romantic by the other part. You, too, were extremely lovable and affectionate… Had he been in your shoes, this proximity wouldn’t have had any romantic subtext. But unlike him, you had a good personality… This could be the night you two finally spoke about whatever was between you two.

Or the night where you lose a friend because of your stupidity, his negativity brought up.

It had a point. Yeah, you were a good person and a terrific friend – he’d be an idiot if he lost you. Compared to his co-workers and allies, you were awfully soft; he liked how you doted on him, even when he was a pain in the ass. If you rejected him now, your dynamic wouldn’t be the same and his life would be much harder for it.

“We can talk later today,” he said, his arm automatically shooting out to stop an accidental elbow-right-into-your-chest-accident. He settled his arm around your shoulder after giving the guy the evil guy through his glasses. Watch your limbs, man.!

“That was close,” you said, sighing. “Thank you, Satoru! I’m sorry about having to call you out this late, by the way. Did I wake up you?”

He both cursed and rejoiced on the inside now that you changed subject. “Couldn’t be helped that your friend had an emergency. Next time, try to wake me up later for an early breakfast instead.”

“Next time, you’re coming with us.”

His lips faltered slightly, smile not feeling as genuine. He adjusted the collar on his jacket to hide it. “To the nightclub?”

Your index finger jabbed into his side accusingly. “Anywhere! Last time we hung out was… uh…”

This was the first time in a few weeks you two had spoken in person by yourselves. As you both mostly met together with your friends, you tended to invite him whenever the gang planned something. He admitted to himself that he often declined because he only wanted your company, but you never offered to join him instead. Whenever he invited you out, you’d be perfectly alright with hanging out just the two of you, though.

“Two weeks ago?” He squinted into the lights of an incoming car. “It’s because of work but-“

“I’m not a hikikomori, you bastard – I’ve got a job too, but I’ll make time for you, you know?”

You’d make time for anyone, Satoru thought, somewhat discouraged.

The crowd thinned out as you entered the parking lot, though the place was jam-packed with cars. Both of you remained quiet as you passed by couples on the way to Satoru’s car. When you detached yourself from his side, he rustled your hair. You stood on your tippy-toes to return the favour, messing up his hair worse than he did yours. He liked seeing you struggle to reach his head, so he didn’t mind.

“I missed you, scarecrow,” you said, pinching his cheek. He elongated his smile to feel one knuckle touch his lips. “What is the gremlin and scarecrow duo without the scarecrow?”

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Slumped against the window, you were peaceful the entire ride home. Every so often, Satoru would catch a glimpse of your sleepy face and his heart would clam up. He made the right decision in picking you up, even though he aged weeks in those twenty minutes you two had spoken. Your interactions followed a pattern: he’d look forward to meeting you, creating fantasies and expectations of what could be; when you were with him, he would attempt not to ruin your current friendship to the point where he’d feel sick; and whenever you two parted, he’d overindulge in his memories. In two days, he’d be prepared to undergo this rollercoaster once again.

He drove into your street and called your name.

You immediately woke up and looked outside. “What time is it?”

“Almost 2AM…” he exhaled deeply, hands falling into his lap. He still had to drive home, so he’d be in bed in 30 minutes.

“Everything hurts,” you said, bending forward to readjust your high heels. “My legs are killing me… I won’t be able to walk tomorrow. I’m not sure I can walk now.”

He understood what the lilting tone at the end of your sentence meant and with great effort he stepped out of the car. Your giddiness as he opened the car-door on your side was intoxicating, as was the feeling of seeing you stretch your arms towards his neck. He cradled one arm below your thighs and one behind your back.

“Watch your head,” you chided softly into his ear, covering the top of his head as he carried you out of the car.

“Gimme keys.” Satoru leaned slightly backwards to account for your weight as you handed him the key to your apartment. With your bare arms against his neck, he would be surprised if you didn’t notice how his pulse rose.

Your apartment door opened and he stepped into darkness, shutting it behind his back.

“Excuse me,” he mumbled, heading for your bedroom with his shoes on. Your teeny apartment had a teeny bedroom with a single sized bed.

“Say, Satoru,” you said, your cheek pressed below his ear, “are you sure you don’t want to stay and talk?”

“Just go to sleep, Y/N.” Satoru leaned over your bed to carefully lay you down. Your grip on his neck loosened and he thought you’d comply until you kissed his neck, his soul almost as soft as your lips.

“What about now?” you asked and released your arms, falling onto your bed. Your hair spilled around you, a gloria around your tired face. “I’ll let you sleep in my bed, if you want to.”

Honestly, he wanted this. Everything he’d thought of earlier this night could become true if he gave in, which was insane enough to send his head swimming. He’d endure this cramped bed for you, even with his feet being colder than hell and his back aching from sleeping on his side. Gojo Satoru was more than ready.

However, he did not want this to backfire. What if you were simply too horny, lonely, exhausted or intoxicated to consider the consequences right now?

You rolled towards the wall, leaning on your side. Your eyelids fluttered weakly, your exhaustion almost overtaking your body and yet you found enough strength to pat the empty space beside you. “See, there’s space. I’ll always leave space for you.”

Ah, fuck it.

Satoru’s personality was bad; his attitude was self-indulgent; his morality was concrete grey; and his discipline when it came to you near non-existent. If you awoke tomorrow and found that you had fallen asleep with the love of your life – then great, you were both on the same page. If he had completely misunderstood your intentions, he would absolutely bullshit his way out of trouble, like he always did. Whatever, everything’d be alright someday.

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If you enjoyed this, give me a like/follow/reblog/comment/scream into the void. I hope everyone had a good New Year and let’s hope that 2021 is kind.

Started this 22/11/2020, finished 10/01/2021.

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lemonpeter · 3 years

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Tempting and Teasing

Based off of this post by @im-a-goner-foryou I hope everyone enjoys 💕 this was so much fun to write

Warnings: parent/teacher relationship, age difference, mild daddy kink, smut, top Tony, bottom Peter, definitely nff

3.3K words (whoops)

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Peter liked to be in contact with all his student’s parents.

But there were some who didn’t handle the school stuff, so he didn’t really get to know them. One of these was Tony Stark. Father of his favorite student (not that he’d admit to it.) And all he knew about the man was that he was an asshole.

But he’d never actually met him. It was just his reputation. Peter didn’t like to judge but he didn’t have reason to think any different.

Until the open house.

Apparently Morgan’s mom couldn’t attend like she typically did with these events. So there Tony was in all his glory.

He looked like the type of guy that would flirt with your wife in front of you. Snarky, acting all cool and mysterious. He wore thousand dollar sunglasses inside during the evening. That kind of guy. It was like he believed he was still the high school baddie in every teen movie.

It instantly annoyed Peter. He didn’t like phony people. And he didn’t like cocky people. And Tony Stark seemed like the best of both worlds.

Except...when he came to the classroom to talk to Peter about Morgan, he was like a completely different person.

They were alone in the room, so apparently he didn’t feel the need to put on his cool persona. He was sweet and dorky and seemed kinda like the best dad ever.

Morgan showed him around the classroom, proudly presenting her class work from the day to him.

And Tony just listened to her, encouraging her and letting her do whatever she wanted. He sat down in one of the tiny plastic chairs at the desks, clearly uncomfortable. But as soon as Morgan started talking again he was completely in tune with her and everything she was telling him.

Peter just watched in silent awe, smiling a little as he leaned against the counter. Maybe he shouldn’t have judged so quickly. Because Tony Stark was clearly just a big softie that didn’t want to be seen.

When Morgan was done with her presenting, Tony stood back up and walked over to Peter. He cleared his throat, raking a hand through his hair.

The teacher watched the action, biting his lip slightly before catching himself. That was highly inappropriate. He couldn’t help his attraction to a nice silver fox, but he could put off the swooning until later when he was home. Not in front of the man himself.

Tony caught the lip bite but didn’t comment, just smirking a little. “I just wanted to thank you for being such a good teacher to Mo. She never stops talking about you at home. She’s one of the only kids I’ve ever known to want to go to school.” He chuckled. “But I guess that’s all thanks to a wonderful teacher.”

Oh, the compliments instantly made Peter feel all warm and fuzzy, melting from the inside out as he listened. “It’s what I love to do, no need to thank me. And she’s a wonderful kid. Don’t tell the other parents, but she’s the best in the class,” he joked lightly.

A softer, more genuine laugh pulled itself from Tony and Peter could feel himself turning to mush. No, that was not how the night was supposed to go. Not at all. He couldn’t get attached.

“I think she’s pretty okay too,” Tony teased, looking down at the girl and ruffling her hair. “But again. Thank you. Don’t stop doing what you’re doing.”

“I don’t plan on it.” The teacher smiled, watching the father and daughter interact.

Tony picked Morgan up, looking back to the younger man after a moment. “Well, I’ll let you go. I’m sure you have other parents and gremlins to meet with. And I’ve gotta drop this little one off with her mom.” He grinned a little. “I hope I’ll see you again soon.”

And then, Peter could have sworn he dreamed it, the man quickly wet his bottom lip with his tongue as he looked over the teacher. Then he left with a wink and Morgan calling over his shoulder about seeing him tomorrow.

An interaction with a parent was not supposed to leave Peter weak at the knees. It was so inappropriate. He couldn’t have thoughts about Tony that were any more than how good of a dad he was.

But of course, that made Peter wonder how good of a daddy he could be as well.

God, what had he done.

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Of course, the next day had to be the day that Tony began driving Morgan to school.

Pepper typically did it, and she would continue to, but she needed someone for that morning and Tony jumped at the opportunity to see the pretty teacher again.

He was only human, after all. Weak for pretty young men who were kind. Peter’s sweetness made Tony want to ruin him that much more.

So he drove up to the school in his high dollar car, smirking as he watched other parents gawk and mutter among themselves. He parked to take Morgan inside instead of just doing the car line. Made it sure that he would see her teacher.

He walked her to the classroom, hands tucked in his pockets as he walked.

Peter saw him instantly, breath catching in his throat. “H-hey, Mr. Stark.”

“Just call me Tony, it’s alright,” he told the young man with a slight smirk. He loved how instantly flustered Peter was. “Just wanted to make sure that Mo got where she needed to be. She tends to wander.”

The young man nodded quickly. “Of course. Everyone is just playing outside right now, you’re here a bit early. So.” He leaned down, gently taking Morgan’s bag and hanging it on her designated hook. “You, little miss, can go play with Ms. Stacy’s kids that are here so far and the couple from your class. No running, no rough play, be careful,” he told her, running down the rules quickly.

He could feel Tony’s eyes on him and it made him feel hot all over.

Morgan quickly walked to the open door that led to the playground, not even bothering to wave bye to her dad.

Tony chuckled. “I guess whatever is out there is way more interesting than her old man, huh?”

“Oh, she just loves to play. You can’t take it personally.” Peter laughed softly, brushing a hand through his hair shyly. He was suddenly worried about how he looked. Damn the effect Tony had on him.

The older man smiled a little, nodding. “I guess.”

A moment of silence passed before Peter cleared his throat. “So, uh, I guess you can go now. Since she’s settled in and all.”

“Oh, well, she wasn’t the only reason I came,” Tony said smoothly. “I also just couldn’t help myself from seeing a certain teacher again.”

Peter watched him for a moment, clearly trying to work out what he meant. He had been the valedictorian of his high school class but couldn’t figure out that Tony meant him and not another teacher. “Then I guess you’d better go...find them,” he mumbled, a little disappointed. His eyes dropped to the ground in embarrassment.

Tony snorted a laugh. “Already found him, honey.” He stepped a little closer, watching the man.

“Him? Oh!” The teacher looked back up, meeting Tony’s eyes. “So you- me? You wanted to see me?”

“Of course I did, Mr. Parker,” he teased lightly. “I’m not one to deprive myself of the beauties in life.”

The younger man’s cheeks colored. “I’m not- you’re- oh, shut up.”

Tony was a little taken aback by the comment, but laughed. “What, can’t take a compliment?”

“I don’t appreciate teasing, Mr. Stark.”

“Oh that? That isn’t teasing. That’s genuine compliments. But I can tease if you’d like me to. How much time do you have?”

Peter stared at him, cheeks pink. “Mr. Stark- this is highly-“

“You want me to back off, just tell me and I will,” Tony told him boldly. “Just say the word.”

When Peter didn’t say anything, he smirked. “That’s what I thought.” He stepped forward, moving one hand to possessively cup the other man’s cheek. “You can tell me no at any time, alright?”

Peter knew that wouldn’t be happening.

He leaned up, catching Tony in a quick and hard kiss.

The older man eagerly kissed back, using his free hand to pull the teacher flush against his body.

Peter deepened the kiss, nipping at Tony’s bottom lip until the other man parted his lips with a groan, allowing the younger man to slip his tongue inside.

By the time they broke the kiss they were both panting and half hard, clearly not ready to stop anything they were doing.

“Give me one moment,” Peter whispered with a quick kiss pressed to Tony’s lips.

He walked to and opened the door, ducking his head outside.

“Gwen,” he said quickly.

The other teacher was watching her kids closely, slowly tearing her eyes away to look at Peter. “Yes…?”

“I need you to watch my kids for a little bit. Please. It won’t-” he glanced to Tony. “Well, it probably won’t take too long.”

The woman finally focused on him, then turned her eyes to the other man. She immediately knew what was going on and gave her coworker a disapproving look. “Peter, no. You can’t do that.”

“Pleeeease, Gwen. I’ll buy you lunch if you just watch my class. Twenty minutes tops.”

Tony snorted. “You’re definitely lowballing it a bit,” he mumbled. He shut up when the teacher nudged him.

Gwen sighed heavily, but nodded. “Fine. But just this one time, okay?”

“Of course, don’t even worry.”

He slipped back into the classroom, pulling Tony with him and locking the door.

Before he knew what was going on, he was pressed to the wall and lifted into the air as he yelped. “Tony!”

The older man chuckled, hands gripping the teacher’s thighs in order to hold him up. “Yes, honey?”

“A little warning next time would be nice,” Peter breathed before pulling Tony in for a kiss.

“Ooh, next time,” he said teasingly, instantly kissing back. He pressed his hips to Peter’s, allowing the man to feel how hard he was under his dress slacks.

The younger man hummed, rocking his hips weakly from his difficult position. “Is that all for me, Mr. Stark?”

Tony chuckled against his mouth, trailing kisses from his lips down to the collar of his sweater. “All for you, sweetheart. And yours to choose what to do with.”

Peter moved his hips again, working to try and get friction to his clothed cock. “I need you to fuck me, Tony.”

“See, I knew you could have a dirty mouth on you if you wanted,” he teased, gently nipping at a spot on the man’s neck.

The young man keened, mouth falling open around a quiet moan. “That’s not even half of it, sir. Just need to feel you so badly. I’ve thought about it since I saw you last night. Since you winked at me,” he rambled.

“That’s what got you?” Tony murmured, amused. “You’re so cute. Desperate for my cock just because of a wink.”

“And you- you licked your lips. Looking at me,” Peter recalled. “God, that messed with me.”

Tony slowly set Peter down to work on getting his pants off, listening to him with a hum. “Tell me, Mr. Parker, did you get off thinking about me last night? Did my little bit of interest I showed get you all hot and bothered?”

“Y-yes, sir. I had to get off as soon as I got home.”

“Tell me how you did,” the older man murmured, pushing Peter’s pants and tight briefs off. “Tell me how you took care of yourself.”

Peter’s cheeks flushed darker. “I fingered myself first-“

“How many fingers?”

“Th-three. Had to prep myself for a bigger toy.”

Tony hummed softly, nodding as he slid his hands over the teacher’s hips. “Used a toy on yourself?”

“I did. It’s my favorite, nice and thick. Not too long,” he described. He shivered at the way that Tony touched him, leaning up for another quick kiss.

“That sounds good,” the other man murmured. “So you like thick cocks?”

Peter nodded, cheeks burning as he eyed the bulge in the man’s slacks. “I do. Do you have one for me?”

Tony chuckled, unbuckling his belt and leaving it loose around his hips. “I’ll let you decide that for yourself.”

He unbuttoned his pants and unzipped just enough, getting his cock out of his boxers until it was visible.

And oh, it was even better than Peter had hoped.

Even thicker than his favorite toy, just about as long. He couldn’t wait to feel it inside of him. Tony had a gorgeous cock.

Tony grinned a little as he watched the teacher nearly drool over just the sight of him. “Is this acceptable?”

“More than. Way more than. Please, I need that inside of me,” Peter breathed, his own cock twitching as he watched the man start to stroke himself.

“We haven’t even prepped you yet, honey. I wouldn’t want to hurt you.”

“Hurt me, Tony, fuck! I just need you,” he whined, hips bucking weakly into the air. “I’ll be fine.”

“Telling me to hurt you,” Tony mused. “That’s dangerous. Dangerous thing to tell me to do.”

“I want it so bad. Please hurt me,” Peter begged, chest rising and falling quickly with each heavy breath. He was so ready for Tony, no matter the discomfort he’d feel later.

The older man chuckled softly, picking Peter up again and pressing his back against the board. “Your wish is my command, honey.”

The teacher marveled at his strength as he used just one arm to hold him up. Then Tony used his free hand to guide his cock to Peter’s hole, pausing after a moment.

Wordlessly, he reached into his back pocket and grabbed a packet of lube that he quickly tore open and drizzled over his cock. “Almost forgot,” he murmured. “Although we both would have remembered quickly.”

Peter stared at him in disbelief for a moment before laughing. “You came prepared. You counted on this happening.”

“I did,” Tony confirmed. “I saw the way you looked at me yesterday. And...well, I was hoping you’d feel the same way as I did.” He grinned. “I just can’t wait sometimes.”

“Obviously.” The teacher laughed softly, hands feeling over the other man’s clothed arms and gripping gently to keep himself steady. And just feeling Tony up was nice too. Blame it on practicality and the sexy muscles he felt were just a bonus. Right. “Are we ready now?”

Tony slid the tip of his cock against Peter’s hole, feeling the tight muscle clench at the movement. “Relax,” he said gently. “Don’t want this to hurt you. Just relax.”

Peter nodded slowly, eyes staying on the man as he wrapped his legs around his waist. “I’m relaxed. Don’t stop, keep going. Please.”

He gasped when the head of Tony’s cock pushed in, the stretch burning slightly but nothing more than he could handle. “Fuck. Yeah, that’s it. Keep going, Tony!”

The older man smiled as he watched him, slowly pressing in until his balls were flush against the teacher’s ass. “Still feeling good?”

Peter’s high moan told him what words couldn’t. The sound told him to keep going. And so did the man’s fingers gently digging into his shoulders out of pleasure. Apparently the lack of preparation only affected him but so much.

So he started moving, hips thrusting forward at an even pace that quickly sped up.

Peter dropped his head back, eyes slipped shut as he groaned in obvious bliss.

The sight of his pale, unblemished neck was welcoming and Tony quickly attached his lips to a spot.

He kissed over the smooth skin at first, gentle in contrast to his harsh thrusts. But then he bit down, just hard enough that he knew there would be bruising later on.

He continued the cycle, kissing sweetly before biting or sucking marks into the teacher’s perfect skin. Peter’s skin had a garden of blooming bruises over his entire neck, more reds and purples showing than the creamy white it originally was.

Each mark pulled a new sound from him, pleasure he didn’t know was possible surging through his body at every dueling sensation.

Tony eventually just rested his lips in the junction of Peter’s shoulder, where his sweater had slipped slightly in their frantic activities. His hips kept up their bruising pace, fucking into the teacher quickly as they both felt their highs approaching.

“Tony,” Peter gasped out, opening his eyes once again to look at the other man. He clenched down hard around the cock inside of him, moaning louder. “Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum. Tony, I’m gonna cum,” he whimpered, breathing hard as his high rapidly got closer.

The only friction to his cock had been the way it had slapped against his stomach with every thrust Tony gave but that combined with the brutal fucking he was on the receiving end of was more than enough to get him to the edge. He felt his balls tightening with every continued movement and he knew it wouldn’t be much longer.

Tony nodded, weakly sucking one more mark onto his neck. “I’m close too,” he murmured, hips not faltering in their actions. “Cum for me, baby, come on. I know you need to, cum for daddy.”

Hearing Tony call himself that name was the last thing Peter needed to send him over the edge.

He cried out as his orgasm hit him, tears leaking from the corners of his eyes at the sheer intensity.

His cock jerked before spurting long ropes of cum in between his and Tony’s bodies. He was vaguely aware that they’d need to clean up but was too lost in his high to truly focus on it.

Tony wasn’t far behind him, thrusts finally stilling as he came. He held Peter close, pressed firmly against the other man as he spilled deep into him.

They came down from their highs together, holding each other more gently than before and working on evening out their breathing.

Peter was the first to speak, words coming out in between soft kisses he pressed to Tony’s jaw. “So this...uh...were you thinking this was like...a one time thing?”

Tony laughed softly, unable to help himself. He was still high on the feeling of everything going on that the event of it never happening again didn’t even occur to him. “No. This was...was way too good to just be once. If that’s alright with you.”

He slowly set the teacher down, softening cock slipping out of him. He grabbed a tissue from Peter’s desk and quickly cleaned himself up and got tucked away in his pants. Then he focused on cleaning up Peter.

As he worked, Peter talked. “I think this was...yes. Amazing.” He laughed a little. “But maybe...not here next time. Maybe my place? Somewhere I won’t get fired?”

Tony chuckled, gently dressing Peter again and nodding. “Somewhere else would be good. Your place, my place. Somewhere,” he agreed.

“Oh, good.”

They managed to get themselves mostly presentable just in time for the starting bell to ring.

Peter unlocked his door and let his students in, whispering a quick thank you to Gwen.

Tony left the building after kissing the teacher quickly, leaving him swooning and giggling. He was put together and smooth, like nothing at all had happened. The only indicator that something happened was the smug smirk on his face.

Peter on the other hand...the teacher looked like he’d been attacked by something. Where he was normally put together and perfect, he was a wreck. Curls wild and sticking up, bruises forming all over his neck, sore and limping, sweater still suspiciously stained (not that the kids would notice.)

But he was thrilled and had a huge smile on his face that wouldn’t leave.

And a certain parent’s number added to a new contact in his phone.

#starker #peter parker #tony stark #tony x peter #tony stark x peter parker #tw daddy kink #parent/teacher relationship #I don’t know what all to tag this #teacher!Peter Parker #parent!Tony Stark #my writing #let me know if i need to add any tags #too tired to tag lol #please don’t judge this too harshly #I like it #so #please don’t hate it lol

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peggyrose19 · 3 years

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Midnight Kisses

HAPPY NEW YEAR LOVELIES!! I’M MANIFESTING A HAPPY 2021 DAMMIT!! SO ENJOY MY PAINFULLY FLUFFY MIDNIGHT KISS FICS FOR THE SW SHIPS. THESE ARE SHIT CAUSE I STARTED THEM AT 9PM BUT IT’S FINE.

I’ll stop yelling now. I really wanna explain all of these but I’m not going to because there’s honestly no need, I just tend to over-explain things. So enjoy all the fluff and love in these little one-shots. Characters from the amazingly talented @lumosinlove. I wish you all the most boring, uneventful 2021 <333

Coops

“Look, baby,” Remus whispered, pointing up at the sky, although the fireworks were hard to miss.

“They’re beautiful,” Sirius murmured. He wasn’t looking at the fireworks exploding in the night sky, but the man in his arms. Remus glanced down at him, catching his eye.

“What?”

Sirius shook his head. “Nothing. Just… happy. I love you.”

Remus smiled, seeming to understand what he meant. He remembered the late night, exactly a year earlier, when he had swallowed those words down, all dim light and flushed cheeks in the back of a car, hiding from the world. Not that it had mattered.

“I love you too,” he said back, pressing a kiss to Sirius’ cheek, and then his lips. It wasn’t yet midnight, wouldn’t be for a few hours, but Remus didn’t care. He could kiss Sirius, his fiancé, in wide open now without fear. It was a privilege he was never taking for granted.

When midnight did come, and fireworks were set off once more, Remus kissed him again, surrounded by their friends and family as they all rung in the new year. Sirius was sweet and pliant beneath his hands, arms wrapped tightly around him, never letting go.

It was the perfect start to a new year.

O’Knutzy

“Happy New Year, baby!” Logan shouted, arm wrapped around Finn’s neck.

“Lo, that was the oven,” Leo sighed from the kitchen. “It’s 11:32. Honestly, we should not have let him drink so much.”

Finn just shrugged, accepting the wet kisses Logan was now planting to his cheek and neck.

Leo fought a smile as he watched them. So maybe drunk Logan was kind of endearing.

“Here.” He held out one of the pigs-in-blankets from the batch cooling on the counter, and Logan took it happily in his mouth.

“Yum,” he managed around it, grinning at Leo. Finn accepted one too, still caught by Logan’s arms around him. Leo ate one too, then walked around the island to their side, wrapping his arms around them both. He kissed Logan’s cheek.

“I’m glad I get to spend the new year with the two of you,” he murmured.

“We’re glad too, baby,” Finn replied, twisting to press a quick kiss to his lips. “I love you.”

“Love you too, Fish.”

“I love you Knutty!” Logan yelled, and they both jumped.

“Oh, Tremzy,” Finn sighed. “What are we gonna do with you.”

Logan’s eyes lit up. “Kiss me?”

Leo gave him a quick kiss and pulled away. “At midnight,” he promised when Logan pouted at the loss of contact.

“Well, midnight needs to hurry up and get here then,” he grumbled. Finn just laughed and tugged him towards the couch.

“C’mon, let’s wait for the ball to drop.”

Logan let himself be pulled, collapsing nearly on top of Finn and making no move to adjust his position. Finn flipped the television on and pulled a blanket over them, leaving room for Leo once he was done in the kitchen.

A moment later, Leo joined them in watching the commercials currently playing, snuggling into Logan’s side, smiling happily. They watched quietly, enjoying each other’s silent company, until it was nearly time.

At five minutes to, Leo pulled the champagne from the cabinet. Logan was nearly bouncing up and down. Leo wasn’t entirely sure he wanted to give him more alcohol.

As the countdown began, Finn took the bottle from Leo. When they hit one, he popped it open, and all three of them cheered. With wide grins, Finn and Leo kissed Logan’s cheeks, and then each other, and then Logan one by one.

They drank their champagne and kissed again, sloppy and sticky and in love.

When they fell back onto the couch, tangled together in a pile of limbs and blankets, it was to the sound of fireworks outside and the pounding of their own hearts, the taste of champagne on their lips, and the overwhelming feeling of the happiness that was to come.

Thoelle

Thomas still couldn’t quite believe his luck. He couldn’t believe it when he woke in the morning to Noelle asleep at his side, or the days she would pick him up at the rink, or the kiss she gave him each night before bed.

He certainly didn’t believe it was two minutes to midnight and she was by his side, arm around his waist as they waited impatiently for the ball to drop and the hour hand to fall to the 12.

“What’re you thinking about?” she asked him, dark hair falling in a curtain over her shoulder. He ran a hand through it, in love with the silkiness and the way always she melted under his touch.

“You,” he replied softly.

“What a charmer you are,” she murmured, but her cheeks were flushed.

“Still can’t believe it.”

“Believe what?” She had turned more towards him now.

“That I have you. Still feels like a dream sometimes.”

She smiled, ducking her head. Noelle wasn't usually one to shy away from attention, but sometimes he could still get her. Thomas leaned down and lightly kissed her nose, making her laugh and look back up at him.

“You wanna know something?” she asked.

“What?”

“I love you.”

“I love you, too,” Thomas replied almost instantly, on instinct. Noelle laughed a little, eyes wide.

“You do?”

“Of course.”

She opened her mouth to respond, but was interrupted by a loud shout, the countdown beginning around them. Instead she just grinned up at him.

“You ready for a new year?”

“With you by my side? Hell, yeah.”

Together, they shouted the last few numbers, “Four...three...two...one!”

As cheers erupted around them, Thomas leaned down and kissed Noelle softly.

“I love you, Noelle Tremblay,” he murmured against her lips. She pulled away and laughed, giddy and free, wrapped in his arms and warmth.

She kissed him again, whispering back, “I love you too, Thomas Walker.”

O’Darwin

Kasey’s constant was back, at least for a little while.

It had been a surprise, to see Alex standing on their doorstep three days before New Years, a suitcase in one hand and a bottle of champagne in the other. Natalie had jumped on him instantly, taking the bottle from him and kissing him, tugging him into the apartment by the collar of his jacket.

“Alex O’Hara,” she had scolded him, “How dare you show up here unannounced?” Alex had just grinned.

“I wanted to surprise you.”

Kasey had shaken his head, kissing Alex softly and settling by his side on the couch. He was glad Alex was home, even if it was just for a few days. He had missed him.

Now it was nearly midnight on New Year’s Eve. All three of them were drunk, happily sequestered in the apartment. Natalie and Alex were dancing to bad pop music, leftover lights from Christmas sending rainbows dancing across their faces as they moved, with glitter in their hair and champagne on their lips. They had meant to save it for midnight, truly.

“Kase, come dance with us!” Natalie laughed, grabbing his hand and tugging him off the sofa. He let her, smiling softly at the two of them.

He looked up as the clock on the mantle began chiming, and fireworks began outside.

“Happy New Year,” he murmured to them and Natalie and Alex both cheered. They kissed each other, and then him, and Kasey smiled at the taste.

Beginning the new year with his two favorite people wasn’t so bad after all.

Nuny

The phone woke Jackson from his nap. He answered it groggily, not bothering to read the caller name.

“Hello?” he asked grumpily.

“Nado?” a familiar voice asked and suddenly he was wide awake.

“Zhenya. Hey. How are you?”

“I’m good. It is uh… how you say? Midnight here.”

“Oh!” Jackson squinted at his watch, quickly doing the math on the time difference. “I guess it is. Well, happy new year.”

“Thank you.” Evgeni fell silent for a long moment. “I’m wish you were here,” he said finally, breaking the silence.

Jackson sighed. “Me too. I miss you.”

“Miss you. I see you soon, da?”

He smiled. “Yeah. Yeah, Kuns, soon.”

“I’m kiss you then.”

That made Jackson laugh quietly. “Yeah, you kiss me then.” He bit his lip. “Go to sleep, Zhenya. I’ll call you again in the morning.”

“Okay. I’m call later.”

“Good, okay. Happy New Year, Kuns.”

“Happy New Year.”

Jily

Harry was getting big. It felt like just a week ago he had been a tiny newborn, fitting in the palm of James’ hand with room to spare. Lily didn’t mind. Usually. He was nearly a year old now, able to crawl all around the house and make endless babbling noises, talking to his stuffed animals and the bugs in the garden.

He was crawling around the living room now, dressed in a new onesie that wouldn’t fit him in another two weeks, picking at the carpet and up way past his bedtime.

Lily and James had missed the actual countdown, preoccupied with chasing their little gremlin around the house and failing to put him to bed. Even little Harry seemed to sense the excitement in the air.

It was nearly one in the morning by the time Harry finally fell asleep, stuffed lion clutched in his tiny fingers. The two exhausted parents collapsed onto the couch, leaning into each other as their eyes slipped shut.

“I can’t believe he stayed up… for six extra hours,” Lily mumbled without opening her eyes. James just grumbled. “We missed the countdown, too.”

“‘S okay,” he answered sleepily, “We can do it next year.”

“Yeah.” They fell silent. Eventually, Lily said, “We should get to bed.”

They stumbled to their feet and upstairs to their bedroom, too tired to even bother with brushing their teeth. They just fell into bed, curled up together exhausted and happy.

“Happy New Year, Lily,” James whispered into the darkness.

“Happy New Year,” she whispered back, and kissed him sweetly. She snuggled closer, laying her head on his chest, and the two fell instantly asleep to the distant sound of leftover fireworks.

#HAPPY NEW YEAR #coop #o'knutzy #thoelle #o'darwin #nuny #jily #lumosinlove #sweater weather #coast to coast #midnight kisses #fluff #love #new year's eve #here's to an uneventful 2021 #love you all

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Of Midnight Smoothies and Murder Mysteries

Summary: Sneaking out for a movie turns out to be a bad idea.

A/n: So... this was supposed to com out on Halloween then I confessed about thirst then my priorities shifted. Well, since I don’t celebrate Thanksgiving this is just extended Halloween. It would be funny to do a Thanksgiving thing with the Batfam. Thanks to @littleredwing89 and @lucy-roo for proof reading this crack. Thanks for @ereawrites for the encouragement. And thanks to @littleredwing89 for the mood board. (I love you my dear enabler.) Also “[ ]” will indicate characters speaking in a different language. I sadly could not find grammar stuff for the language so you will have to bear with me. This is still part of the Merc! Reader series.

Warnings: Gore, a lot of blood, dumb bickering, Dick being a cute dork, and snake bleps.

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"Aliens don't exist," You huff around your thoroughly chewed straw, swirling the radioactive green smoothie Dick insisted that you try. You debate on whether to take out the bag of confectioners sugar you bought and pour it in. Dick makes a noise, indiscernible with his own straw in his mouth. You cast a glance at him only to see his neon blue smoothie spurting out of his nose. Your snort quietly, the noise hidden by the rustling of grocery bags against your bouncing leg but based on the way he’s pouting at you, Dick clearly sees your lack of sympathy and takes offense. You shrug at him.

Brushing the liquid away with the sleeve of his denim jacket, Dick levels you his best batglare. You give him an impassive half-asleep response of ‘hnnn’ which just gave him flashbacks about talking to Bruce. You’re entirely too focused on the fact that the blue of the smoothie is still alarmingly stark even against the blue of the denim. “You’ve met Superman, right?”

You roll your eyes at his piss poor attempt at intimidating you and pinch your straw between your thumb and index finger, trying to break apart the clumps of ice preventing you from getting more smoothie. “-Met is a strong word-” You drawled causing him to sneer. “Just say he kicked your ass six ways to Sunday like a normal person.”

“I fought him.”

“You got your ass beat-” You glare at him sticking your green tongue out at him and in return he sticks his blue tongue out at you. It was true but he didn’t have to say it. This is always how your long-held arguments start.

“Besides, aren’t you and Slade metas?” He breaks in after a long moment, instantly cutting off the possibility of weeks of not talking to each other. You smile balefully at him. “Precisely.”

“What? How does you being a weirdo disprove aliens?”

You make an affronted sound through your nose but launch into your explanation in your professorial voice. “The guy’s gotta be some kind of meta and he probably just came up with the Krypton thing afterwards. It sounds cooler, yanno?”

Dick looks up to the smog covered Gotham sky, leaning back against the solid brick pillar behind him. “Well, why can’t he be an alien?” He says dreamily tracing unseen constellations with his right hand. You briefly remember him mentioning stargazing with his parents when he was younger. There is something warm in the memory even if it wasn’t yours. You look down at him, eyebrow ticking. “Ok genius, tell me why there would be aliens that look exactly like us?”

“Why not?” He says grinning at you. The sterile lighting of the grocery store light filtering through smudgy windows highlighting his features. The shadows highlighting the shape of his cheekbones and the dimples forming at the edges of his cheeks. When had Dick gone from cute to handsome? You shake your head, avoiding his smiling corscian blue eyes.

“Becaaauuuuuse, dipshit, that’s not how evolution works” You bite out.

“What about convergent evolution?” He offers casually and your tongue freezes. A light flickers in his eyes and his pretty mouth twitch up into a laugh when you fail to respond. “You forgot about that, didn’t you? HA”

“I regret this conversation.”

“HA”

“Superman fanboy” you accuse, jabbing a finger into his chest. Dick giggles either from your weak deflection or the fact he’s ticklish, either way, your stomach does somersaults.

“Just say you’re wrong.” He says grinning, the divots formed by his dimples becoming more apparent. You feel Yasiri’s tail flick across your collarbone, her body coiling up in response to your irritation. Your mouth curls too but the irritation doesn’t quite boil over as you expected it to, not when Dick smiles at you like that. There’s a strange twisting in your stomach. You aren’t sure what it is but you’re pretty sure that you don’t like it. You blow out a breath, sound caught between a tired laugh and a long-suffering sigh, and pick your grocery bags before getting up.

Not even 5 seconds after you resolve to abandon him, Dick’s already by your side, falling into step with you bumping his shoulder against yours in a placating gesture. Yasiri slithers from the skin on the base of your neck to hiss at him. Dick smiles at her unfazed despite the clear and present danger. He pets her without much fuss from your usually ferocious snake. You make an amused noise at her compliance.

The walk is spent in easy companionable silence. The kind you two settle into when Dick knows you need to settle down. You were a sore loser when it comes to arguments but so was he, so you tend to let the other work through it. You grimace at your lightly scuffed shoes. They weren’t expensive or flashy or even one of a kind but they were comfortable, reliable, and most importantly they were from Mr. Wintergreen- Uncle Wintergreen, he insisted. The fact that he’d taken the time at all made your stomach flip-

Your stomach dropped. Your throat and mouth felt dry. The scent of copper permeating the air as you stared at the red puddle beneath your white shoes, a severed finger poking at you.

"Y/n?"

You must have stopped abruptly. You turn to Dick mechanically and see his face crumple into worry. Before you can rush out words of dismissal, your ears tune in to the sounds of a haunting melody. Yasiri rattles around your neck once again leaving the safety of your collar bone. Your head swivels mechanically towards the old theatre. Dick looks at you curiously, concern flashing in his eyes when another scream erupts from the theater. You both stiffen, spines straightening. Eyes blown wide, your feet take you toward the theater.

Dick falls into step with you.”You’re not seriously going, are you? You’ve- Didn’t we just watch a horror movie?”

“You seem to be going the same way.” You point out, side-eyeing him sharply, the sour look on your face not betraying the anxiety cloying at your spine. In the corner of your eye, you can see Dick huffing and crossing his arms over his chest.

“I’m Robin.”

“And I kicked your ass just 2 days ago and served it on a silver platter while quoting the one and only Arnold Schwarzenegger,” You grin absolutely, unequivocally unapologetic.

“I was protecting civilians!” He protests, throwing up his hands theatrically.

“Iieerrelevant~”

Dick opens his mouth to contest your point but there really was convincing you on that. His face screws up and being the gracious loser that he is, he sticks his still neon blue tongue out at you. You, being the graceful winner that you were, stick your radioactively neon green tongue at him in answer.

You continue to bicker about the merits of his heroism on the battlefield 'til you reach the front of the theater. You tuck your grocery bags behind debris by the entrance making sure to keep them well hidden. Dick wants to point out that they’ll probably be gone by the time you two are done but Yasiri was staring at him like she was about to strike at him for real this time.

It- It wasn’t hard to get into the building. Dick held out his hand to you as you climbed over another set of debris. You take it. You thank him clumsily. He bows to you a gremlin smile spreading across his face. You sneer but give him a sharp smile in return.

It’s dark. The absence of light is thick. It makes the sounds of your heartbeats uncomfortably loud. You swallow. You trace your finger along your skin, the hilt of your knife falls easily into your hand. You trace your finger on your other arm and hand the knife to Dick who shakes his head. You shrug and let it melt back into your skin.

“You have a tracker on you, right?”

“No-” You eye him, cutting him a look of disbelief. “I-”

“Relax, I have one too.” You deadpan.

Dick sighs. “You’re dad’s paranoid too?”

“So is yours” You snip, hackles drawn.

“Bruce isn’t my dad.”

“Slade isn’t mine either.”

“Mentors?” Dick offers placatingly.

“Polite way of saying bossy prick, I guess.” You roll your eyes but concede.

“I mean I don’t know about Wintergreen but Alfred taught me some manners.” Dick shrugs, folding his arms behind his head somehow relaxed despite the thick scent of blood in the air or maybe this was how Dick was when he was nervous.

The truth was Wintergreen had attempted to teach you manners but he’d run into quite a few problems. The first being that you were a terrible student. Sure, you caught on quickly when you could but anything you didn’t gravitate towards didn’t hold your limited attention long enough to make an actual impact on you. Now that in of itself was fixable with the right kind of bribery. The other problem was less so. Your mentor, if you could really call him that, was a rude bastard. Long story short, you’ve never seen the point, much to Wintergreen’s chagrin and Slade’s amusement. You were, however, a master of mouthing off.

“Shouldn’t we call back up?”

You flick your eyes to him, uselessly, but based on the shifting of the body beside you he somehow got the message. “Go ahead, if you wanna explain to big daddy bats why you’re hanging out with me, sure.”

Yeah. That wasn’t an option. There was, of course, a silent understanding that bats probably knew about your little hangouts but still.

You pad the walls with your left hand while your right was gripping Dick’s sleeve, white-knuckled. You cringe every now and again feeling the walls slick with what you weren’t eager to investigate. You strain your ear to listen for odd sounds but mostly to see if Dick, as you suspect, is echolocating.

“How are you doing that?”

“Doing what?”

“Silently echolocating?”

Dick snickers. “I am not. You do know B isn’t an actual bat, right?”

“Oh yeah, I forgot he was just a furry.” You sneer. Dick snorts a sound caught between amusement and offense. He clearly respected Bruce. Not the same way you respected Slade, maybe, but you understood how larger than life the Batman was even if he was the biggest pain in your ass by far.

“Do you really have any room to make fun of my mentor when yours has ‘Stroke’ in his name?”

“I have plenty of room, probably. Why not echolocate to check just how much room I have?”

“Listen here-”

The opera music floods the silent hall, sharp and clear. You feel the air around you catch fire and your fraying nerves. You turn your head to Dick. Despite not being able to see him, you know his mouth flattens and his brow wrinkles the way they do when you two agree to do something incomprehensibly stupid. This time you do not argue or question or even complain. You simply go forward.

A scream, messy and jagged, tangles with the smooth crispness of the opera music. It makes your stomach turn almost as much as the idea of who or, more appropriately, whatever was behind it. You were familiar with the cruelties Gotham’s monsters were capable of. You have, after all, worked for quite a few.

But this?

This pure, uncut agony in that scream? That was just something you could not stomach. You feel Dick flinch at the sound, almost jumping out of his skin. You squeeze his arm once, then twice, then twice once more. You feel his hand on your wrist, reciprocating the gesture. You smile at him reassuringly not knowing whether it would make things better or whether he can actually see it.

Neither of you is particularly good at dealing with people’s pain. That might not be the right word for it. Neither of you coped well. You absorbed too much of it. You were, however, much better at hiding it. Not that you could fault Dick on that. You didn’t even attempt. For Dick, humanity was a part of the job. Compassion? Kindness? That was to be expected of a hero not derided. To uphold that in the face of Gotham’s worst, that took strength.

Strength, in your case, was directed elsewhere. Something bone-breaking, more visceral. You suppose that was the problem with keeping company with survivors. Perpetually dancing on the brink of death robbed you of something but you haven’t exactly known any other life besides this.

The end of the hall is light by bright lights, sterile white, the kind you only saw in clinics. Your head runs through the catalog of Gotham’s rogues, possibilities of which utter psychopath could possibly be doing this.

“We should call the cops.”

Not really really paying attention, you nod. You should probably. You grip the handle of your knife, flexing your fingers nervously, as another scream cuts through the air. Dick’s body curls, recoiling at the sound. The sound, this close, was enough to make you twitch.

“Can’t we just text them?”

“What do you think this is? Canada?”

“Ok, fair but make sure to tell them you’re Dickle Grayson.” You tease, smiling way too easily considering the creepy atmosphere.

Dick crosses his arms over his chest.“And summon a media storm?”

“It would get the police here faster.”

“I hate it when you’re right,” Dick wishes he could wipe the absolutely smug grin off your face. “We need to back up. You know, in case, he can hear us.”

“I mean you are the one unarmed here.” You say, waving your arms at him.

“No, I’m not. I have my bird-a-rangs.” Dick preens, taking them out from some pocket hidden in his jacket.

“Bird-a-rangs.” You echo, raising a brow.

“Yup. Bird-a-rangs.”

“You are officially- no, you are legally not allowed to name things.”

Dick makes an offended squawking noise.“Oh, come on! Still not as bad as Sharknado.”

“Take. That. Back. Heathen.”

“Make me.”

Both of you still. Yasiri unfurls from your collarbone, her tail rattling. You spin on your heel. Your knife swings out in a wide crescent of light. Thick crimson splashes across your face. At the end of your knife was a person- no, it was a person in the past tense. It makes a small cry when you wiggle the blade planted in its throat a fraction. Otherwise, it ignores the fact that it is, in fact, bleeding out from its jugular. It’s thick, clumsy limbs reach for you. Your stomach rolls. The thing in front of you, the mangled approximation of what was once a person, is lurching towards you. You think you sneer in disgust but your face is far too numb to tell.

“Dick! Just call the cops!” You snarl, panic rising audibly as more bodies emerge from God knows where. You kick the one to your front off to the side, shredding its neck. It takes everything in you not to vomit. In the corner of your eye, you see Dick type as he kicks another one away. You two back into each other as the bodies close around you, cutting off all the exits. You roll up your sleeve tracing a blood-soaked finger over the lines of your tattoo and producing another knife. Dick pulls out his bird-a-rangs.

Dick landed blows but they weren’t hard enough to maim or be fatal. Even if he was to hit them with the sharp bird-a-rangs, he would still aim non fatally. Slade would kill you if you fought so inefficiently or maybe he would just taunt you. Either way, you didn’t care much for Dick’s squeamishness right now as the bodies kept getting back up. As far as you can tell, you’re doing them a favor.

The first wave of bodies rushes towards you. Their limbs jutting towards you clumsily. You swing your blade, vicious and precise. You feel metal clash against flesh, against bone. Blood coats every available surface on you. You hear Dick squawk and you don’t really need to turn around to check that he’s also covered in it too. The spray of blood makes the air thick with the scent of copper. The blood on your skin burns.

“Duck!”

“Goose!” You shout, ducking and slashing down at a row of bodies and legs. You hear his bird-a-rangs slice through the air cleanly and land on one of the creature's shoulders. You let out a huff of air thinking of all the more permanent places it could have landed. He throws a few more hitting them in the face.

Dick launches over you, using you as a springboard. You grunt and he winks at you like a showman. His foot predictably lands an impressive blow on one of the creature's faces. You two regroup back to back immediately after he lands.

Your eyes widen a fraction when a hand from out of nowhere grabs at your face catching you off guard. Your breath catches when you feel a hand at your shoulder pushing you down. A fist makes contact with the creature’s swollen face and it takes a moment for your mind to realize that it’s Dick’s hand on your shoulder and Dick’s fist making contact with the creature.

“Thanks,” You mumble, straightening yourself out. “I had it.”

“You’re welcome, Pookie.” You flush as Dick winks at you. “You know I literally have your back.” He teases. You groan bending back into a fighting stance.

“When we get out of here alive, we are working on your sense of humor.” Dick chuckles at that, making your muscles ease. “Says the person who shouted ‘Goose!’.”

You land every blow with every intent to make it fatal. Dick is still sticking to his nonfatal method. Normally, it was pure joy to watch Dick as he fights. The sheer control he commands over his muscles was awe-inspiring. Despite his size, he’s able to land blows just as powerful as yours. He would truly be terrifying if he were to be anything but himself.

These bodies. They’re too alive, too much. The next wave comes at you more fervently with more bodies. Another wave of nausea hits you when hands grasp at your arms. Your stomach tries to twist out of your abdomen. You try to wrench yourself free. You pull and twist and thrash, only succeeding in getting yourself pulled in deeper.

“Dick!” You cry reflexively. The coarseness in your voice lets the fear spill all over your vowels.

Dick’s corscian eyes widen with a flash of panic. To Dick, you and death were two separate lines running on parallel tracks next to each other, never quite crossing and never belonging to the same headspace. Completely mutually exclusive as far as he knew. But right at this moment, right as you’re about to be swallowed whole by the crowd of misshapen bodies, he watches those lines slowly intersect. Dick doesn’t know where his heart has leaped to.

“Y/n!”

The world resurfaces in a surge of bright white light. Some small part of you is really hoping that Dick is, for once, right about the alien thing. Quietly you draw in a calming breath. It’s shallow not wanting your chest to rise too much to give away your consciousness.

The opera music is blaring in your still ringing head which isn’t helped by the wannabe opera singer belting his lungs out. Thankfully, that means he’s distracted. You move your limbs checking. Everything seems to be intact AND you seem to be tied up to someone instead of something which was either good or bad depending on who it is.

“Mornin’ sleepy head” Dick mumbles quietly, sounding relieved. You click your teeth in irritation.

“Morning, Disco Stick. Any chance you magically woke up with a plan or were you just taking a beauty nap?”

“I don’t need one and sort of.”

“Well shit, we’re screwed then.”

“You’re being dramatic.”

“I’m sorry which of us is running around doing somersaults when they’re assaulting criminals?”

“In my defense, flipping makes my kicks land harder.” Which was true but you were feeling snippy. “It also gives them much more time to dodge or counter.”

“Killjoy.” You roll your eyes, smiling. You know he’s being cute and pouting. Given this is really not the time considering there is a man butchering another man a few feet away from you while singing bad opera. You really did stumble into a horror movie. “Please tell me you called Batman or the police.”

“Both.”

“How?”

“Some of us are good at multitasking.” Dick chirps proudly leaning against you. You scoff judging just how tightly the ropes are bound around you.

“Well, you are good at being insufferable while still breathing.”

“Isn’t that part of my charm?”

You snicker accidentally tugging at the binds around you. You hear Dick wince likely from what is a bruised rib or, heaven help you, a broken one. “Sorry.” You whisper low and small.

Shit. What if he had a broken rib. Shit. Shit.

“I’m ok, Hon.” Dick laughs making sure to lay the Delaware accent thick. It makes your chest feel warm even though everything else in you was freezing from dread. You snort. “Fine, bleed out for all I care.”

“Awwww don’t be like that.” You sigh. You hate how weak you are to his puppy dog eyes. You can’t even see it. You decide to change the subject instead. “So what are the odds that we’re escaping if we break out of their bonds now?”

“Not high.”

“Even if I get Yasiri to gently inject him with poison?”

“Please tell me you didn’t bring poison to our hangout.”

“I mean. Do twinkies count?”

“No.”

“Ok, fine. So we’re stalling then.”

“Pretty much.”

“I hate this.”

“You were the one who started heading in.”

“Why didn’t you stop me then?”

The man at the surgical table turns to you with a whimsical flourish as the body on the table goes limp. No, not limp. Docile. You have just witnessed a person become a body, you think numbly. The way the fight so easily left its limbs made you shudder, feeling the fight in your own limbs fleeting out. This isn’t how you want to die, not by the hand of a madman. At least, not until you’ve put your own demons to rest.

“Look who’s awake,” He drawls, his voice slimy and all the vowels coming out at the wrong pitches. Dick shifts the two of you so that he’s angled slightly in front of you. He squares his shoulder trying to make his lean form look far bigger than it actually is. You smile at his attempt to be protective because deep down you both know you’re the more intimidating one and you’re the one who can take more punishment. Your power and training have those pleasant side effects.

You see him draw closer making you snarl. “Come any closer and I swear I will rip your throat out.” You are surprised at how even the threat came out but the distilled ferocity you had put into it didn’t quite show, likely blunted by the fear pooling in your stomach.

“Don’t worry I’ll make you perfect too. I promise.” He reaches past Dick, grabbing you by the back of your neck. The grip on you is bruising and callous. He forces you to bow your head and look down at the bloodstains on your clothes. The browning blots of red stain your white Wonder Woman shirt. You swallow. You felt like a lamb being dragged to slaughter. Dick, likely without thinking, bites down on the man’s wrist.

The man pulls away with a cry, cradling his bleeding wrist. “Are you ok?” Dick asks, spitting blood out, eyes shiny with concern. You gulp down air before nodding. Dick presses closer to you reassuring you. Shaken, you press back, careful not to press hard enough to hurt him.

Your floundering mind comes to one conclusion. You can’t let him touch Dick. You use your strength to shift your positions so that Dick is completely behind you. Dick tries to move you back but you plant your heels preventing him from even inching.

The man grabs you by the collar of your shirt, pulling you off the ground. You hear Dick’s breath hitch. His heart rate kicks up and so does yours. Fury burning in the man’s eyes. “WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS TO ME?” He screams, shaking you. “NO. NO. NO. MY- I’M- NO! PERFECT. I NEED- I NEED TO BE PERFECT.” Somehow the spit flying in your face grosses you out more than the blood probably drying on your face. It’s only winning by a small margin though.

Bile is rising in your throat. Still, you grin, sneering and taunting. “Trust me you didn’t need help in the department,” You jeer. Dick squirms behind you. Urging you to stop. You don’t. “You think those pisspoor excuses for creatures you sicced on us were perfect. HA!” You can feel Dick shaking his head behind you. You nudge him assuring him you’ve got a plan. You did. Sort of. It’s more of a goal really. Take his attention off of Dick.

“[Y/n, please no. Don’t do this. I know what you’re doing. But I can take it. Moon, please.]” Dick pleads, voice hoarse and desperate. ‘Shion’. Moon. The endearment glances of your ribs like a well placed kick to the chest. You don’t let your eyes flick to him. “[Which us is meta here?]” You whisper back in broken Romani. You cringe a little knowing just how badly you butchered the sentence. Dick makes an affronted noise. “Cham.” You whisper quietly, trying to shape your vowels and consonants correctly. Dick’s breath catches. Sun. Sure, the endearment seemed inadequate, too succinct, when compared to how much you care for him but as of right now it will have to do.

The man shakes you again dragging your attention away from Dick. Your smarmy grin cuts across your face as if you’re not pissing yourself from fear. A large hand grabs your face. Your entire body braces itself for your neck to be twisted but it does not come. He tilts your head back side to side. “You’re going to need a lot of work.”

Your heart stops. Dick thrashes behind you. You want to elbow him. You want to scream at him to stop fucking moving but you’re entire body is numb. Your eyes flick to the man, no, the body on the table. It is breathing and writhing in agony. Your breaths pick up. You- you don’t- you can’t-

You hear a crash and the fall of debris on a dozen bodies.

“B!” Dick shouts distantly. The grip on your collar disappears. A black clad fist hangs in front of you. Your eyes trace up the arm in front of you only to be met with the scowling face of the Batman. You swallow nervously while Dick lets out another enthusiastic ‘B’. Batman makes quick work of your ropes, all the while glaring at you for what you don’t know. Maybe somehow he knows this whole situation was your fault.

Once released, the first order of business, at least for Dick, is to throw his arms around Batman’s shoulders. Awkwardly, he reciprocates your friend’s affection. The hold he has on Dick cannot be mistaken as anything but protective. You find humor in the fact at how obvious their familial connection is yet they deny it. A teasing remark rises up your throat but is abruptly shoved back down by Batman’s unrelenting glare. Was he born glaring?

“What are you doing here?” Less of a question and more of a growled accusation.

“Careful, his rib might be broken.” You stumble out dumbly. Dick glares at you but compared to Batman’s it looks more like a pout which is, again, hilarious. Batman loosens his grip on Dick and apparently, this is now the time Dick chooses to realize that his mentor (read: dad) is trying to turn you into ash with a scowl.

Dick peels away from him stepping in front of you. He widens his stance to shield you from the larger man. Dick feels an odd surge of protectiveness and he’s not about to let B attack you, especially not after what just happened.

They stare each other down. They seem to be having a silent argument. You want to cut in but you’re afraid you might actually turn into ash with the intensity of Batman’s gaze.

The loud blaring of sirens mingle with the still playing opera music in the background as a tidal wave of police officers and paramedics rush in.

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You pestered the medic to let you stay with Dick.

“So, what do you plan on doing?” Dick asks, leaning against you pointedly ignoring the paramedic's instruction to be careful. You let him lean into you. You know he needs all the comfort he can get. You rest your head against his hair, placing a kiss on his scalp. Dick doesn’t comment afraid that you might withdraw if he teases you too much.

“Maybe grow out my hair,” You joke, pinching a lock of hair between your fingers. “Might as well considering how grounded I’ll be. Well, if uncle Wintergreen has anything to say about it.”

Dick extricates himself from your shoulder and turns to you with a pensive look. Tilting his head, he looks at you appraisingly, wrinkling his brow. You can’t blame him. He’s never seen you with long hair mainly because you’ve never let it get too long. Too much of a hassle, too much of a health hazard.

Dick places his jacket over your head, draping it over you like a wedding veil. You chuckle at him, barely able to keep the smile off of your face.

“How do I look?” You joke twining your fingers around the cloth. You think you see Dick blush but it was probably just the cold. Dick coughs poorly disguising his laughter. He covers his mouth, depriving you of his dimples. “ Like you’re going to get married in a jean pants suit. I have dibs on walking you down the aisle.”

You tilt your head. Your smile tilts along with it. “Nah uncle Wintergreen has dibs on that.”

Dick huffs, his shoulders sag in disappointment. It’s the closest he was gonna get to being your groom, he thinks.

I want you waiting for me at the end of the aisle. The thought makes your heart twist. You swallow it along with the huge lump in your throat. “You can be my last dance though.”

You concede. Dick brightens a little at this but not by much.

“You sure Deathstroke wouldn’t mind?”

“This implies he’ll show up. He’s a busy man.” Dick laughs at that. Genuine and very Dick. This time you don’t fight the smile off of your face.

You smile at each other and laugh. A million unspoken sentences hang between the two of you.

This love of yours is reckless.

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a/n: Thanks for reading. Also yes I did have to include good dad Bruce and bastard mentor Slade. I only have one braincell and it is dumber than shit.

tag list: @batarella , @anothertimdrakestan , @lucy-roo , @multifandomgirl-us , @idkmanicantenglish ,@birdy-bat-writes , @boosyboo9206 , @americasmarauders , @l-inkage @arestorationofbalance , @cloudie-skay , @wunderstell @hyp-oh-critical, @ereawrites

#dick grayson #robins #batboys x reader #batboys #dick grayson x reader #dick grayson imagine #dc x reader #dc fanfic

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asknarashikari · 3 years

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Kento and Rintaro conspire to knock Mei and Touma off their feet...

After Mei introduced Rintaro to the glory of suits, they go off together to buy a matching pair, get their hair styled ('cause why not?), and have someone take professional photos of, which Rintaro then sends to Isamu, convincing him to forward them to Aruto and have the CEO of Hiden Intelligence send it on the Main Rider groupchat. I want to see this happen.

This is no doubt because of those glorious videos Toei put out of the cast XD They all look so fucking hot... I’ve watched Ryo Aoki’s video six times now... I’m addicted, and I can’t get enough of him in that glorious suit. Angela’s made me question my sexuality... Even the dad and the gremlin look really hot! Please, someone drop Shuichiro’s and Asuka’s vids soon...

And apparently Robin Furuya/Storious had a hand in editing/making the videos asdfghjkl even in the end this cast shows off how talented they are!

This really went off the rails from the original prompt but I hope you don’t mind 😉

“Mei-san? This was left at the front desk for you.”

“Oh, thanks,” Mei said, accepting the document envelope from her co-worker. “I wonder what this is though... I wasn’t expecting a new manuscript today...” She turned to glare at the author loitering at her desk. “Speaking of, why aren’t you working on yours?!”

Touma pouted at her. “I am, I am! I just wanted to visit you today, is that so bad?” he asked. “So what did you get anyway?”

Mei frowned at him as she held the open envelope upside down over her desk. “Hold your horses, geez, they’re a little stuck in the envelope- ah!” she exclaimed, as whatever was inside fell out all in one go.

“Holy... is this...” Touma gasped, grabbing the one on top of the stack.

“They all are...” Mei whispered back, her eyes widening as she scanned through the photos, Touma looking over her shoulder to look at them too. “Oh my god... oh my god...! They’re so...”

“...They should be at home, right? Let’s go, right now.” Touma urged.

“Wait, lemme just- fix these- we can’t lose any of this, it’s too good to lose-” Mei put the photos back into the envelope, which she put in her bag. “How fast can we get home, you think?

“We can be there in five if we take Diago Speedy.” Touma grabbed Mei’s hand and pulled her off her seat. “C’mon, let’s go!”

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The door downstairs slammed open, and Kento and Rintaro gave each other a sly look, knowing what was happening next. They quickly schooled their expressions as they heard footsteps heading up the apartment, picking up random books they had lying around to appear busy as Mei and Touma emerged from the bookstore.

“You two have a lot of explaining to do!” Mei exclaimed, waving the envelope in her hands.

“Explain? Explain what?” Kento asked, feigning innocence.

“Yes... I don’t understand what is it you’re accusing us of,” Rintaro added with a pout.

“Kento... Rintaro...” Touma said warningly, but playfully. “You two are trying to be all cute and wholesome... but you really aren’t, are you?”

Kento and Rintaro gave each other fake looks of confusion, but not a moment later their expressions broke and they started giggling together. Touma and Mei blinked at the pair of them as they laughed.

“So I gathered it worked? The photographs?” Rintaro asked, wiping mirthful tears from his eyes.

“If you mean that it got both of us hot and bothered, then yes, it did,” Mei said, hands on her hips. “How did you two even plan this behind our backs?!”

“Well...”

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~several days ago~

“Quite sly of you two to do this,” Gou said with a grin. “Seducing your partners by dressing up like that~ And here I thought you two were upstanding swordsmen~”

“Gou, don’t tease them,” Shinnosuke reprimanded, going over to straighten out Kento’s collar. “You’re all set, kid. I’m happy you guys chose the store I recommended, that’s where I’ve been getting all my suits for a while now.”

“Thank you... though I have to admit, I’m surprised you went along with this. I got the impression you were the straight-laced type,” Kento told Shinnosuke.

“Well... I don’t know where you got that idea, considering who I married,” Shinnosuke replied with a smirk. “Kiriko loves it when I dress up for her...”

“Oi, Shin-nii-san, I don’t need to hear about you and nee-chan being kinky!” Gou complained. “Can I just take the photos now?!”

“Ah, yes! Please do!” Rintaro said enthusiastically. “How do you want me to do this?”

“Hmmm... let’s see what we can work with here...”

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“Shinnosuke helped you?!” Touma asked incredulously, shaking his head. “Geez... I don’t know whether to be mad at him or be thankful...”

“You two still have those suits, right?” Mei asked, sounding a little desperate.

“Of course we do,” Kento said, with a little knowing smirk. “Would you like to see us in it, in the flesh?”

“Yes!” Mei and Touma exclaimed together.

“Alright then...” Rintaro smirked, pulling Mei’s hand, Kento doing the same to Touma, leading them into the bedroom. “Let’s give you that private showing right now...”

#kamen rider saber #kamiyama touma #shindo rintaro #sudo mei #fukamiya kento #ask #springstarfangirl #bookstore ot4

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jamesmydeer · 4 years

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hiii could you write sth similar to your last post, but James (we all know he's strong from quidditch and ripped) dating a smol girl? like super careful and soft for her? thank you love :)

of course babe! i am but a small 5’3 so i can relate. thank you for the request sweet nony <3

masterlist

- okay so we all know james is a swol guy

- and if he was with a girl that was smol

- ugh be still my heart

- james is naturally a big dork

- and having a little cutie pie girlfriend would make him a tad bit dorkier

- he would most definitely give you nicknames related to your height

- short stack, minnie, gremlin, you name it

- which is always met with a swift elbow to the rib

“surprised you can reach em”

- when he kisses you he always cups your cheeks with the most delicate hands in the world

- and he always complains about having to lean down to kiss you, but he secretly loves it

- if he’s ever frustrated at someone or something, just seeing you causes his body to loosen up

- you can physically see the relief you give him just with your presence

- but if he’s ‘after quidditch frustrated’

- oh boy

- picks you up and throws you on his bed

“james what are you–”

- would not let you ask

- would definitely shut you up with kisses

- i’m getting sidetracked i love this boy so much

- he definitely has you sit in his lap at all times

- besides class

- sometimes

- his favorite thing in the entire world is hugging you from behind

- he adores wrapping his arms around your neck and placing his chin on your head

- also loved how when he hugs you, you place little kisses along his collar bones

- gets weak at the knees, let me tell you

- when he’s talking, he would most definitely do the thing where he voice softens drastically when he talks to you

- and sirius gives him absolute hell for it

- but he doesn’t care

- cause you’re so cute and small and you derverve it by godric

- a direct quote from james

- the cutest thing ever to him is when you come into his room at night with a blanket wrapped around you because you can’t sleep

- he absolutely melts

- and definitely has you sleep on top of him

- like completely

- you tried to protest the first time but he was not having it

- arguing with james is like arguing with a stick

- when you wear his clothes

- oh boy

- the first time you wore his jumper he fell in love

- right then and there

- you were cold in hogsmeade and he forced you to wear it and the sleeves were way too long and it went to your mid thigh

- and james quickly made sure you had some of his clothes on at all times

- he gets genuinely offended when you don’t wear them

- piggy back rides to class?

- i think yes

- james is a pretty buff guy

- and you like to appreciate that

- and when he catches you staring at him

- his ego grows 3 sizes, which you would think is impossible

- you honestly make him a lot more confident

- he would most definitely make you sit in front of him when you go for broom rides

- so he can wrap his arms around you

- james would love his small girlfriend more than life

- i want a james potter so bad ugh

#james potter headcanon #james potter x reader #james potter imagine #james potter #harry potter #jamesmydeer #marauders #harry potter hc #marauders era #marauders hc #james potter hc

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squidlyskeet · 3 years

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Joyride -0.007

Pairing: StreetRacer!Bakugou x Fem!reader

Genre: TokyoDrift!au, Noquirks!au

Status: Ongoing

TW: Violence, Blood, firearms, eventual nsfw, 18+, mentions of anxiety and OCD disorders, grand theft auto, gang activity, eventual soft yandere Bakugou.

Summary:

It started with a simple question. “What do you say Y/n? You coming?”

After the sudden death of her mother, Y/n is sent to live with her estranged aunt who made a home in Tokyo, Japan. Weary of what this new adventure might mean for her future, Y/n lets loose for her first night there, but how was Y/n supposed to know it would lead to a car chase? A car chase in the passenger seat of a very angry, very hot, street racer’s super car.

A/n: Bold Italics means the words are spoken in Japanese. PLATONIC UNCLE MIRIO SUPREMECY🥰 -Squidlyskeet ✌🏻✌🏻

The morning sun filtering through the partially opened curtains of my window had a light beam blinding me awake before my body was ready to get up. I groaned in annoyance at my light sleeping. I pulled my hand out from under my covers to slap my alarm clock before it could go off and wake me further, but confusion set in when my hand fell through the air instead of hitting my bedside table.

On top of me was an orange oversized hoodie, a skull of some sort on the front as the logo. It wasn’t the hoodie that grounded me back to reality, but the smell.

A man's musk of Burnt sugar, and Gasoline.

My thoughts cleared as I brought it to my nose and inhaled deeply, the smell a comforting one as I used it as a security blanket when yesterday’s events came rushing back.

Getting off the plane. Seeing Noel again. Finding out she was in some type of street race gang. Cars. Helicopters. Maps. Police.

Burnt sugar.

Orange.

Him.

Bakugou.

A mystery of a man, with words that don’t fit his actions, a foul mouth, and a temper that explodes so fast it could rival a bomb.

He really was unlike any man I’ve ever met, even just from knowing him from one night. His hateful words didn’t match his actions, telling me I don’t matter and then making sure I was safe the whole way through the police chase. Rechecking to make sure the harness was buckled correctly umteen times, and then helping to unlatch them when I was too shaky to do it myself.

Allowing me to play my music, when he didn’t seem like the type let anyone touch his radio.

Apparently also allowing me to use his hoodie when I unknowingly fell asleep in his car.

How did I get inside anyways?

Jesus I hope he didn’t carry me, although he wasn’t nearly as vicious as his tone would portray, that didn’t mean he still wasn’t a jerk.

I threw the hoodie from on top of me and shook the thoughts of the confusing explosive man from my head.

Promising myself I’d revisit them later I stretched as I stood, wincing when the muscles pulled taught over my bones. I must have been sore from the car chase last night, my collar bones took most of the impact from the harness when I flailed around in Bakugou’s seat like a wet noodle.

He didn’t have a bar to hold on too anywhere in the car, so that left me to try and sit straight in the thick straps iron like hold on my torso.

I figured a hot shower would do the sore muscles some good, and grabbed my towel off the hook before opening the sliding door and walking down the hall.

I was just about to open the bathroom door when I heard voices, whispering but harsh with anger.

“..Mirio, how could you. She’s only eighteen! Literally, we were just supposed to show her that Japan could be her home.” I heard a thump, I assumed that was Noel throwing something at him. “Now what, huh? How are you gonna fix this one? And you better not say any more dumb shit about ‘he’s gonna help’. You saw the way he treated Camie.” Her voice was growing louder as she continued to scold Mirio.

I leaned further into the corner trying to hear better, I knew eavesdropping was bad, but they were talking about me.

“If you would just hear me out about it, he would help. You wouldn't have to worry about her. We aren’t gonna let anything happen to Little Chick.” He replied, his voice even and full of confidence.

My heart warmed at the nickname he donned me with.

“Hey guys is everything okay?” I called out from around the corner, allowing them a moment to collect themselves before I stepped out fully.

“Oh! Y/n, did we wake you? I’m so sorry honey. I was trying to let you sleep in,” She shot a livid expression back at her boyfriend before turning back to me. “Are you hungry?” She asked.

I stepped from around the corner and looked at the two who were in the kitchen, on either side of the island. Noel looked primped for the day already while she cleaned up her breakfast mess, and Mirio was sitting at the island, broad shoulders hunched over his food like a gremlin and shoving it in his mouth like someone would take it from him.

I couldn’t help myself from a giggle, especially at the thought that just minutes before Noel was reprimanding him while he looked like this. Mirio noticed and visibly changed his eating stance, sitting back taking a more respectable approach by softly placing the food in his mouth while avoiding eye contact with Noel.

I laughed harder when I saw that she held up a wooden spoon as a threat, glaring at him like a mom would her child.

“I was just going to shower but I’d love some food, so I suppose it’ll just have to wait.” I said when I finally calmed down enough to speak.

I picked up a plate and served myself some rice and eggs,taking a little of whatever sauce Noel had set out with it. Taking a seat at the island next to Mirio, I looked down at the food before me in hesitation. I wasn’t a picky eater by any means, but the choice of foods was throwing me off.

“It’s so good, just give it a try. Rice is served three times a day here so get used to honey.” Noel said while handing me a long packet, I took it without a second thought.

I understood that it'd be rude to turn down what was offered to me, but I couldn’t help but long for French toast.

“Ehem -I uh- I don’t know how to use chopsticks.” I spoke, both Mirio and Noel looked at each other and back at me.

Before they started laughing.

My face flooded with heat and embarrassment, and I forced myself to sit there and not run back to my room and hide. I hid my face in my arm before I felt the chopsticks being yanked out of my hands.

Cold metallic replaced it, and when I looked I sighed in relief. A fork, thank the lord. I started eating as quickly as I could so I didn’t have to sit with embarrassment flaming my cheeks.

“We‘ll have to work on that later Little Chick, not many places here will have forks and stuff for you to use.” Mirio said, talking around the food shoved in his mouth.

“Don’t talk with your mouth full,” Noel's playful scolding piped up from the sink. “So what are your plans today Y/n?” She asked me, sounding a little forced to be casual.

The tensing in her shoulders made me a little suspicious, but I chose to ignore it.

“Since I start school tomorrow, I wanted to maybe go out and explore a little, maybe find someplace where I could get a job. I was hoping maybe you and Mirio weren’t busy today, I don’t need to stay with me. Maybe just drop me off?” I explained.

I wanted to help pull my weight here. I always did at home, and sitting here all day while she had to go to work would make me feel terrible. I was using her stuff and I didn’t want to freeload.

“You don’t have to get a job Y/n, I promise we are doing just fine here. As for exploring, Mirio and I can’t make it. We’ve already promised that we’d go with the guys to the beach today,” She said as she finished up the dishes. “We were actually going to ask you if you wanted to come.”

Noel smiled at me, and as much as I wanted to make her happy, the beach was a big no from me. The sand in places I don’t want them, the sun beating on my skin, but mostly the tight swimsuits. I didn’t have a second thought about before I gave her my answer.

“I'd love to, but beaches really aren’t my thing,” I said, before pausing. “N-not that I don’t appreciate the offer! I just -uh- I really don’t like going to the beach.” I gritted my teeth, annoyed at myself. I hated how my voice stuttered when I got nervous.

“I’ll just find, like idk, a bus or something?” I continued meekly when no one said anything.

Noel and Mirio had their eyes locked on each other in some kind of silent communication, and I looked between the two, back and forth, trying to figure it out.

Finally Noel just gave a defeated huff and nodded her head at Mirio with a flick of her wrist.

“Fine.” Was all she said before grabbing Mirio’s empty plate and turning back to the sink.

My confusion grew further when Mirio stood up out of his chair and pumped his fist into the air.

“Awesome. Thank you baby, I promise you won’t regret this,” He reached into his pocket to pull out his phone and scroll through it. “I gotta make a phone call, and then I’ll be back in to get ready baby.”

He blew her a kiss before putting his phone to his ear and walking to the front door.

When it slammed shut I looked back at Noel, confusion painting my face and my food long forgotten.

“What was that all about?” I asked.

“Nothing sweetie, just some driving arrangements for you. If you still wanted to go exploring that is.” She said over her shoulder.

“Yes, thank you! I was kind of dreading trying to figure out the transport system here.” I replied honestly.

“As for a job, if you really wanted one, one of my closest friends owns a Bakery shop. Although I don’t know if that would be the best idea for you, schools in Japan are very different from the ones in the US.” She explained.

I was excited that she mentioned something about a job, but was weary, because as she said, schools were very much different. I didn’t doubt my academics though, I was always able to keep my grades almost perfect, and how hard could it be?

“I’d love that, thank you for the offer. And thank you for the food,” I slid from the stool, getting up to hand her the plate. I’d have to take note to wash dishes at dinner tonight.

“I’m gonna go get in the shower, I feel like I need a good scrub after last night's adventure,” I said while walking away.

I heard her distant ‘ok honey’ while I headed back towards my towel and the relaxing hot water calling my name.

Hopefully, today will go better than yesterday.

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💥Bakugou POV💥

I slammed the paint gun down on the work bench beside me. I kicked my foot forward, launching the steel toed boot into the bucket that sat on the ground in front of my work station.

I growled when it hit the concrete wall with a loud ring. My already pounding headache became that much worse when the sound rattled my brain.

I turned around to look at my half painted car that sat in the middle of the garage bay. The orange was my favorite but I couldn’t decide if I was sold on the gun metal grey I chose when I finally settled on a color. The orange accents I liked, but the color was so dull.

“Oi. You good?” I heard from a couple bays down.

Todoroki.

“Oi, shut the hell up half and half. I’m just sick of fucking painting.” I yelled back, mad that anyone was in the garage to even hear me.

It was morning and I hadn’t slept yet, skyrocketing my annoyance to the point of violence. I knew I needed sleep, but there was nothing I could do about it until this damn car was done. I had shit to do, and if I tried to drive it, even still half orange, I’d probably get a complimentary bullet straight to the forehead.

“Damn, can you two stop arguing for like five seconds.” Sero chimed in from his bay on the other side of the building.

“Maybe if you’d have painted this for me I wouldn’t be so damn pissy.” I snapped back at him, making sure my voice was loud enough for him to hear.

While I wasn’t great at painting -I’d never admit it- I was still half decent. I could paint a car and have it look fine, but no one matched Sero’s skills. He could have an old beater looking sleek with a new paint job.

My forte was more along the lines of upgrades and ‘go fast’ parts. If you wanted to go fast, I’m your go to guy. Nitrous had to be handled carefully, and no one else here had quite the gentle touch I did when it came to the explosives.

“Kaachan, maybe you should take a nap on the cot in the back.” Midoriya said next, his bay being directly across from mine, I heard him clearly.

His towering frame was crouched underneath a car mounted to the lift, and in his hands he had a torch. Most likely trying to get the VIN number off of any parts that could be traceable.

A day in the life at the chop shop.

I was about to go off on the optimistic twat when the familiar ring of phone brought me out of momentary rage.

I recognized the ringtone and immediately sighed. What did this overgrown idiot want now? I debated on not answering when my tired brain finally caught up, and I almost slapped myself.

Was Y/n alright?

The thought had me lunging and fishing through my tools I haphazardly threw on the table for my phone faster than I’d like to admit.

“Hello?” I answered when I finally found it.

“Bakugou, what’s up dude. I gots some news.” Mirio’s cheery voice filtered through the phone.

“What’re you calling me for?.” I cut straight to the point.

“Noel agreed. She was a little against it at first, but then the little chick started talking about wanting to go everywhere and do all kinds of stuff and she finally caved.” He explained.

I sighed in relief, but immediately felt myself tense when a thought occurred to me. I wouldn’t be able to go get her or start my duties as an escort until this car was done. What if she needed something up until then? Sure, I said Shinsou and Denki would take care of it, but now that I knew she was my responsibility for certain , it ground my gears that other people could potentially mess up on my behalf.

My annoyance grew with myself too when I realized I was actually relieved I’d be allowed to escort Y/n. If anything here they, and she both should be grateful I was even wasting my precious time on this. It didn’t change the fact though, that I couldn’t officially start until I got some sleep. Or that I’d be entrusting her with the two biggest idiots on our squad, simply because I couldn’t let myself allow her in a car with someone who might take too much of an interest in her.

Godamnit, I hated trusting people with things I was supposed to be responsible for.

“Ok. Well does she need anything right now?” I wanted him to say no. I was tired, and I didn’t want to deal with any of this right now. I just wanted to finish this car and go to sleep.

“Yeah actually, she was talking about wanting to go find a job. We tried to talk her out of it, but she said she felt ‘obligated’ or something.” Mirio replied.

I pinched the bridge of my nose, trying to work out the headache behind my eyes at his statement. My annoyance, and now my anger, were rising rapidly.

“Why does she need a shitty job? Just tell her I’ll get whatever she wants. I’m her escort for fucks sake.” I said through the phone, my tone flat and exasperated.

“Oh yeah, that’ll go over just fucking great won’t it Bakugou. ‘You don’t have to worry about money at all Y/n, Bakugou will get you whatever your little heart desires with the money he makes lifting and chopping cars for a living.’,” Mirio paused, laughing loudly. “I’m sure that’ll go just as smooth as sandpaper my guy.” Mirio snorted through the phone.

“What the hell does she need a job for anyways?” I growled back in response. I was fully prepared to spend whatever I needed to get her to not go out today.

If for nothing else just so I could sleep without having to worry that shit for brains one and two didn’t mess anything up.

“Something about she wants to help Noel pay bills or for the house or whatever.” He replied, his tone uncaring and bored.

“Fine I’ll buy Noel's house then. How much?” I growled, getting fed up with this conversation.

“You can’t buy it, cause I already did. There was no way I was letting my girl struggle for anything. You better change that attitude though Bakugou, I have a feeling Y/n isn’t the type of little chick that would be impressed with you throwing your weight in money around simply because it benefits you,” He sighed, clearly understanding that I wanted no part of dealing with this. “She seems like more of a girl who values trust. I’d start there with her, instead of you know, literally buying her a house so she doesn’t leave it.” Mirio finished his rant.

I was so done with his ‘insightful’ rambling.

I rolled my eyes with a quick explanation on why he could go fuck himself, and hung up the phone.

I turned to set it down and pick the paint gun back up, while also doing a quick scan of the shop.

“Oi,” I yelled, getting everyone’s attention. “Where the hell is the dunce face and purple top?” I questioned.

“They went out on a run, they just checked in twenty minutes ago, they said they’d be back in about thirty.” Jirou yelled from under her car, banging on something I couldn’t see.

“Someone get them on the phone, I want them back in three minutes.” I commanded.

Everyone stood for a minute, but no one had the nerve to fight with me. They knew how I got when I was tired and angry.

Kirishima stepped out from behind the black Audi he was working on, phone already out and dialing. I knew without a doubt he’d back me up, and I couldn’t be happier he did what I said without causing some kind of scene unlike Midoriya's, who’s expression revealed that he might. While I didn’t match Midoriya in bulk-I was close, but the man packed on muscle like a grizzly bear-, I matched him in height, and in a fight with him, I’d win. Just like I always did.

“Shinsou said ‘I can't believe he thinks we are that slow.’” Kirishima said, clearly repeating the purple top's snarky attitude.

I scoffed, turning to grab my phone off the bench again while scenarios of how today could go wrong played through my head.

I shot the text as quick as I could, shaking my head and putting the phone back down before regretting asking Mirio for Y/n’s number.

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👄Y/n POV👄

Unknown #: This is Bakugou. Save my number. Shinsou and Kaminari will be your ride for today. I will call u later for a full report.

I stared at my phone, jaw hung open. Did I really get a text from Bakugou? And what the hell a full report? What is that supposed to mean. I tapped the screen to save his contact, before hesitating, and then cracking a smile when I typed in his name.

To AngerManagement: uhhh..hi Bakugou? who is Shinsou and Kaminari again? And what’s a full report?

I was trying to push down my smile when I got a text back almost immediately.

From AngerManagement: Just pick up the dam phone when I call u. They r on their way, they already been given orders 2 do wht evr u want so you better tell me if they dont.

I could barely contain my smile now. Orders? Hah. I wouldn’t make anyone follow my orders even if I was a queen. That would be cruel, my whims could get out of hand.

I rolled my eyes before replying back, hoping to get a reaction out of him.

To Angermanagment: i’ll be waiting on your call ☺️💕

I giggled at my use of emoji’s, hoping that beyond anything else it’d irritate the moody man. Something tells me he wouldn’t take very kindly to the sentiments insinuated by them.

I’d realized only then that he’d said they were on their way, and I was still on the bed, in nothing but a towel, staring at my phone like a goon. I threw my phone to the bed, and rushed to pull clothes out of my half unpacked suitcase, when I finally settled on some leggings and a corded knit sweater, I looked in the mirror. I threw my hair into my favorite simple style and was mid make-up application when I heard the sound that was quickly becoming familiar and hard to misplace. The deep rattle of a souped up engine, although this one didn’t sound nearly as loud. On the other hand, the music that was spilling out of the car was the loudest I’d heard yet, I could almost make out the song from wherever they were on the street, and that in itself made me start mentally preparing for the barrage of sounds I’d probably experience later.

I continued my make-up, trying to hurry, as I heard the engine cut and a knock on the door. I knew Noel and Mirio were getting ready to leave, and it made me feel bad that they had to entertain the two guys until I was done.

The sound of rapid japanese traveled up the stairs, and with it the sound of footsteps. My speed make-up came to a close with the last swipe of my mascara wand just as Noel peeked her head from around the corner.

“Well you look cute,” The blonde smirked, “Those two idiots are here by the way. I have no idea why Bakugou would send them of all people, but I guess it's better than you taking the bus. I don’t care if you make them wait, and neither does Mirio, but Shinsou can get a little testy, so it’s up to you.” Noel rambled, clearly nervous.

Probably to literally leave me in the hands of strangers. I was nervous too, but if she and Mirio trusted them then I suppose I would too.

“Another testy racer? Jesus will I ever catch a break,” I mumbled to myself. “It’s fine. I’m done anyways, let’s go.”

Following Noel down the steps, I saw them before they saw me and the dots connected. Kaminari and Shinsou were the two idiots in the lawn chairs at the race.

This was just my damn luck. They are -or at least Kaminari- the reason I’m still having heart palpitations from last night's car chase.

“...if anything happens to Little Chick in your care, I’ll hunt you down, am I understood?” Mirio was standing tall, arms crossed and looking intimidating as we caught the tail end of his never ending threats.

My heart swelled, but internally cringed.

It’s been so long since I actually had people who care about me, I was stuck somewhere in the middle of craving and appreciating the actions, but not knowing how to accept it.

“Mirio.” Noel’s stern voice cut through the tense atmosphere of the foyer.

Mirio’s face dropped in surprise and his fierce expression was replaced with an easy going one.

“Oh, hey baby, hey Little Chick. Let me introduce you, this is Shinsou Hitoshi,” Mirio pointed to the man. I didn’t get a good look at him at the race and my jaw dropped at the vibrancy of his purple hair. “And this is Kaminari Denki, he is a player so don’t talk to him unless you have to.” Mirio said, but smiled as he was talking.

“Hey man! I’m trying to make a good impression here.” Kaminari replied, almost whining as he scoffed and ran his hand through his yellow hair.

“No need, that first impression ship has long since sailed. You know, when you made me voluntarily get into a car with Mr. Anger Management.” I spat back at Kaminari, mad, and not moving until I received an apology.

On his left, Shinsou let out a laugh, while Kaminari’s face heated to an embarrassed beet red. If I didn’t know any better, it almost looked like fear flashed in his eyes before he schooled his expression.

“I uh- I’m really sorry. It was only meant to be a joke, I didn't think anything would come of it. And I get a little mischievous when I’m tipsy.” He replied, rubbing the back of his neck and looking at anything but me.

“You’re forgiven. Thank you for apologizing, I’m Y/n L/n, please, call me by my first name.” I introduced myself, to which both men spoke their hello’s to me with a courteous bow.

“Well, if introductions are done, Mirio and I have to leave, Amajiki is waiting on us. I expect you two will remember what it was that Mirio said?” Noel cut into the awkward moment, trying to get the show on the road.

“We’ll remember. We should be going too.” Shinsou spoke, his voice deeper than I imagined.

“Goodbye sweets, text or call if you need anything!” Noel kissed me on the cheek and Mirio side hugged me before waving us out the door.

“Your chariot awaits Miss Y/n.” Kaminari’s laugh echoed in the foyer as he opened the door and ushered me out.

My first thought about the newest car sitting on the curb, was that it had to be Shinsou’s. The purple color of the car matched his messy locks, and as funny as it was the black accents matched the black bags under his eyes.

I didn’t have much longer to think on the topic, only because Shinsou had the driver side door open with his seat pushed up and was waiting for me to get into the car.

It’s only a few hours Y/n. You can do this.

I huffed as I climbed into the seat in the back.

Here we go again.

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“TELL ME WHYYYYYYY-”

“AIN’T NOTHIN BUT A HEART BREAK!!”

Three hours.

I’ve had to sit in the back of Shinsou’s car and listen to their incessant caterwauling for three hours.

The only thing getting me through was the boba tea Kaminari recommended and counting down the seconds until our next stop. Finally, after they chauffeured me across Tokyo, we were pulling our way up to what was -thank fucking god- our last stop. The bakery Noel had told me about.

It was a quaint little building, attached to other quaint little buildings. A bookstore to its left and a humble tea shop to its right, an introverted heaven and I could already tell I’d love it. I was anxious to get the introductions with the woman Noel told me about done and hopefully she’d like me.

“Do you want us to come with you? Or are you okay going in yourself?” Kaminari asked from the front seat.

“I think I’ll be good, thanks though,” I began to unbuckle the harness strapping me to the seat and Shinsou got out to pull the seat out to let me out.

“If you hear the horn honk make sure you drop whatever you're doing and come back to the car, only precaution but you can never be too careful.” Shinsou said as I hopped out and began making my way to the door.

I saluted him with a smirk and opened the glass door that rang out with the cute tinkles of bells on the other side. I looked around the shop and gasped. I really was in love. It was a greenery heaven, with ivy plants climbing the brick walls and exotic ferns gracing the corners. The Pink of the cookies and cupcakes in the display looked not only delicious but complemented the color palette of the place perfectly.

“Hello, welcome to Yin’s Cakes, how can I help you?” A gentle voice rang out from behind the counter and brought me out of my jaw dropping awe.

“Oh hello! My name is Y/n, I’m actually here to talk to you,” I replied, taking the last few steps to the counter with what was hopefully a friendly smile on my face.

Yin’s expression visibly dropped, confusing me. Her eye’s became apprehensive as she looked at me and then shifted them towards the floor to ceiling windows on the other side of the room, to where Shinsou’s purple Audi sat on the other side.

She grimaced, and shifted her gaze to the floor before clearing her throat.

“Look…I don’t want anything to do whatever you and your racing buddies have going on. I’m sorry, but I’m going to have to ask you to leave.” Yin said, unable to make eye contact with me from behind the counter where she stood.

“Uh..they are just my ride for today, I’m Noel L/n’s niece. I was hoping to talk to you about a job..” I drifted off, hoping she’d just hear me out.

Yin’s face heated from the neck up at the misunderstanding and she stuttered on her next words. “O-Oh! Noel’s niece? Jesus I’m so sorry, you should’ve started with that. Of course, she called me this morning. Come with me!” She waved me around the counter, and I went willingly.

“Okay so, I won’t have you fill out an application only cause I trust Noel’s word and we need help bad. We’ll get right into it, this is the kitchen and where all the magic happens! I’ll have you come in early mornings to start baking with me just so you can get the basics, and then in a few days when school starts you’ll come in in the afternoons to work those shifts. We start at four in the morning and close at five, over there is the co-owners office. She is sweet as pie, but don’t go in there if you value your life, she gets weird about it. Mmmm..let me think, I think that’s all,” She stood against the metal workbench, covered in flour with her pointer finger touching her chin. She really was pretty. “Are you okay to start in the morning?” She finished.

Man can she talk. I was trying to process everything when the door chimed once again.

“Ope! One second honey, I gotta grab this.” Yin rushed from the kitchen only to be stopped by a feminine voice, smooth as honey.

“That’s alright Yin, it’s just me,” A woman walked from around the corner and my jaw dropped. Dark silky hair tied into a flawless high ponytail. High cheekbones and sharp dark grey eyes, and a body to die for dressed in designer silk. “Oh, and who do we have here?” The woman smiled at me, and I swear my heart fluttered and skipped a beat.

“H-hi, m-my name is Y-y/n.”

Smooth, real smooth.

“Oh shit! Well what do you say Y/n, start tomorrow?” Yin asked again, clearly forgetting about our previous conversation.

“Y-yeah, t-tomorrow. Four then?” I asked again, and Yin vigorously nodded her head, her thousand watt smile borderline blinding me.

“Oh, you're our new employee? What a precious thing you are,” The woman’s soft smile was comforting and a huge contrast to Yin’s infectious enthusiasm. “I nearly forgot my manners I’m so sorry,”

“It’s nice to meet you Y/n, my name is Momo Iida. I’m the co-owner of Yin’s cakes.” Momo bowed politely as she said it.

And for the rest of my time at Yin’s Cakes, the only thing I could think of was how pretty the name Momo Iida was.

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