#anyways. yeah stuffing him in a box and shaking it around a little

[wiklm]

putting hi. m in a cardboard box

[violetarks]

"they don't love me like you do!"

anime: jujutsu kaisen

character: gojo satoru

summary: despite the countless valentines day offers he receives, satoru will only ever accept one confession. but you're confessing... to his best friend?

warnings: g/n! reader, they/them pronouns used, high school! au

"please accept these chocolates, gojo!" says the girl in front of him. satoru casually pulls down his glasses enough to see the red, heart-shaped cardboard box.

"oh, uh... thank you." he awkwardly says. this girl was two year below him, judging by the colours of her indoor shoes. he didn't even know her name. "this is... a surprise."

"i've liked you ever since orientation day. i hope you like these." she says with a nervous grin. she's stiff as he takes them out of her hands, standing up straight to stare at the tall man. "thank you for always being so funny and helping everyone you can."

"ah, you're welcome." he says, tucking the chocolates and the letter taped to it under his arm. luckily, the lunch bell had rung and everyone should've been off to enjoy their break. "well, i'll... see you around."

"b—bye, gojo!" she calls, waving at him as he walks the other way. he gives a kind smile before he turns the corner, dropping it immediately.

on the way to class, multiple other students watched him as he carelessly skimmed through the letter before stuffing it in his book bag, ready to throw it (and the others) away once home. valentines day was this week and it was two days before it today. yet satoru had received tons of confession letters and date proposals, none of which he had the intention of accepting.

plopping down in his chair, he groans, hanging his head, "ugh! i hate being so loveable..."

suguru rolls his eyes, outting his book down. "here we go again." he grunts, shaking his head.

"seriously! why can't i be left alone around valentines day?" he questions out lout, pulling his lunch box from his bag.

shoko bites into her sandwich as she listens to him. as she swallows, she retorts, "maybe it's because you flirt with every living being on earth." satoru sends him a pointed look. "so how many letters today?"

"seven." satoru responds, knocking his bag.

"and?"

"none of them were from y/n." he sighs out, picking up his chopsticks.

"wait, y/n?" suguru pipes up, putting his juicebox down, "as in y/n from class d?"

the blue-eyed boy raises a brow, halting his movements. "uh, yeah? l/n y/n." he recalls to his friend, tilting his head, "what? i've been talking about 'em for the past three months—suguru, have you been listening to me at all?"

"oh!" the dark-haired boy chuckles, nodding his head, "i know y/n. we're in the same literature class."

satoru stares at him in disbelief. the other students surrounding them are in their own little world, but the three of them didn't even mind them hearing if they tried. shoko continues to eat her food while suguru shrugs at his friend.

"are you kidding me?" satoru gasps out, waving a hand in the air, "i've been trying to get with them for three months and you tell me this just now?"

"you should've been more specific, man." suguru retorts, waving it off, "anyway, you gonna' ask them to be your valentine?"

satoru sighs loudly, hanging his head back, "i don't know... we only share bio together, i bet there's a lot of people who have asked them to be their valentine. they probably won't even accept mine."

shoko purses her lips and stretches her arms. "i don't know about that." she claims, "you're a pretty guy and everyone knows you. i doubt they'd pass up the chance to revel in that popularity."

"... thanks, shoko."

soon enough, the bell rings and the day goes on.

the next day, satoru notices something in your hand during biology class.

"whatchu' got there, y/n?" he asks, peaking over your shoulder. he sat behind you, enough room to see the handwritten letter you were writing.

"satoru!" you jump a little, covering the page. he furrows his brow. "it's, uh... i'm just writng something."

"is it... for valentines day tomorrow?" he inquires, curious to who was the lucky person. but you were still hiding it from him!

"no, of course not." you were lying, he could tell by the way you look to the left. a pout falls on his lips. "it's notes. for another class."

"oh... okay." he responds, a bit disappointed. why would you lie to him? he sits back in his chair, writing down some paragraphs from the textbook mindlessly. he saw the way your elbow quickly shifted, you were writing faster. your head was down too, never looking up. you were so concentrated.

he's known you for a couple of months now. you bumped into him on the way to school, and you admitted to him that you were a bit lost since you didn't live around here. satoru, being the gentleman he is, offered to escort you. you thought he was some creep (he tried reaching to hold your hand and when you jerked away on instinct, he played it off as it being the wind).

but once realising you two shared some classes together, you grew fond of him. you knew of the countless students throwing themselves at him. both older and younger. he was the school heartthrob. it's a shame though, only your smile could make his heart race like he makes others do.

when you gave him your lucky pen when he told you he didn't study and he was freaking out, you had this kind smile that made him think 'i don't want anyone else to see this but me'.

and he noticed that you awkwardly took it back from him, looking away as he clasped your hands tightly in the filled hallway and thanked you. your reactions were just the cutest...

when the bell rings, you perk up, putting your 'notes' in a suspicious looking envelope and signing it off with something. you stand up and satoru is quick to walk by your side when a classmates holds his arm to talk.

"huh?" satoru grunts, furrowed brows.

"gojo, i... i wanted to give you this." they say, holding out a teddy-bear saying 'be my valentine!'. satoru frowned when he took it. "you don't have to answer today... just let me know tomorrow, please."

as they continue to talk, he sees you exit the classroom. the letter sits comfortably in your palm, and you look left, right, before walking off. satoru is electrified.

"okay, thanks!" he says, running out of the classroom while he clutches the bear in his hands.

weaving through the crowd, he looks for the top of your head. after more and more people pass him, staring at the teddy and whispering 'who gave that to him this time?', he spots you turning the corner, a nervous look on your face. he mutters out apologies as he bumps into people heading to their next class.

the hallway you're in now is empty. you stand in front of a classroom door, waiting. notably, suguru's math class.

satoru stands at the end of the corridor, behind the corner, as the classroom door opens to reveal his best friend, geto suguru.

"suguru!" you call, smile. your shoulders are straightened, you hold the letter in front of you. not scared to show him...

"oh, y/n, hey." he responds, grinning as well. the comfortability around you two was so strange to see. "what's up?"

satoru feels like he's buzzing out. he can't hear everything you're saying, but you look a bit excited yet anxious. he hears your sweet voice speak to his best friend with such kindness that he's jealous. sure, suguru was attactive and nice and he definitely didn't feed into the popularity like satoru did, but...

why did it have to be you who was interested in him?

"please, take this." you say, handing him the same letter you had before. except this time, satoru sees the 'g.s' on it. 'geto suguru'. and you take out a box of his favourite snacks to hand to him. "thank you for everything, again. you're the best."

suguru takes it with ease, seeing how you looked at him. his gaze softens as he takes the treat as well. "you're welcome, y/n. anything you need, i'll help with." he puts the letter in his own bag before slinging am arm around your shoulders. "now, what're your plans for after?"

he was blatantly asking you out now! right after satoru told him he had feelings for you! such betrayal!

you two walk to the other end of the hallway, in the direction of your literature class. satoru slumps against the wall, furrowed brows and lips pressed into a thin line. after a second, he pushes his glasses up and lets out a slow exhale. he could get over this...

"gojo! may i please have a moment of your time?"

"wait no! me first!"

"gojo, can i talk to you?"

"please accept these!"

or maybe he couldn't.

valentines day was today and you danced into school with such confidence. you had a bouquet of flowers in your arms, chocolates of the sweetest kinds, and a bag of new perfume that you knew your crush would like.

you were so excited.

satoru, who was walking a few people behind you, was not.

he saw the amount of passion you put into the holiday, and it made him sick to know it was for his best friend. the guys was in such a bad mood, he ignored suguru and shoko's calls this morning to meet up and walk to school together like usual.

satoru clicked his tongue, thinking about how dramatic the whole valentines day idea was. really, who needed it all anyway?

in homeroom, he can hear your class (which is next to his, across the hall) start whooping and cheering when you walk in. and he knows it's you by the chants of your last name being heard. he sits in his chair in anguish.

"satoru, morning. finally." shoko says, sitting down as well. she grins, bitting the popsicle stick between her lips. "where are all of your valentines presents?"

"stuffed in my shoe locker and under my desk." he claimed, opening the top of it to showcase the blaring red and pink gifts. she picked at one pocky box, munching on the biscuits. "how about you?"

"i got a couple letters and cookies in my locker." she claims, shrugging her shoulders, "lots of 'em are from the badminton team. i don't know why."

satoru shrugs as well as soon as suguru sits down in front of him. the blue-eyed students scoffs, looking away.

"good morning, satoru." he says, noticing his friend's behaviour, "what's got his panties in a twist this morning? does he know we called him a hundred times?"

"i dunno'." shoko says, looking out the window to the school garden. "ask him."

"satoru, what's wrong? didn't get enough presents this year?" he teases, leaning in his chair to poke his head, "wake up late?"

but satoru angrily swats his hand away. the raven-haire boy blinks curiously before satoru glares at him. "why didn't you tell me you were interested in y/n?" he asks, hurt.

shoko looks back to the two boys, seeing suguru just as confused as she is. "you're into y/n?"

"what? no! who said that?" suguru retorts, hands up in defense, "i'm not interested in dating y/n, swear on my life."

"that's a lie!" satoru accuses, pointing a finger against his friend's nose, "shoko, i saw him and y/n all... all... familiar yesterday after period 2! he had his arm around them!"

"suguru..." shoko warns.

"wait wait, that's—you got it all wrong." suguru groans, now understanding. he digs through his bag and pulls out a piece of paper. "here. open it."

satoru pushes away the paper reading 'g.s'. "no way! i'm not reading y/n's love letter to you!"

"ugh! just open it!" suguru grunts, shoving it onto his desk.

satoru begrudgingly takes it and gently opens the letter, not wanting to rip it. once his eyes fall upon the page, he confirms that it's your handwriting.

'thank you for being the sweetest boy to me. i am truly honoured to know such a beautiful person, inside and out.'

satoru wants to barf.

'sitting near you in biology really helped me to understand you, satoru. you're not only a pretty face, but a world-class sweet tooth, a sucker for romantic cliches and a cologne-collector.'

satoru thinks this is the most beautiful thing he's ever read.

he contiues to read, expression changing, letting shoko and suguru understand his thoughts. the girl looks to the other boy, who shrugs his shoulders and rolls his eyes.

"i'm confused." shoko states, tilting her head.

"y/n isn't confessing to me, they're confessing—"

"y/n is confessing to me! me, satoru!" satoru exclaims, waving the letter around like a maniac. everyone else in the class was suddenly a listener, peaking at the trio. they were interested in finding out what the one confession that resulted in this reaction was. "oh my god, oh my god!"

suguru nods his head. placing a hand on his shoulder to calm him down. "yes, yes, they are. i was meant to give you the letter this morning to read before homeroom, but someone was pissy." he scoffs, shaking his head, "so i had to go and tell y/n that plans had changed."

"you... helped y/n plan this all out?" satoru mumbles, "but you didn't even know!"

shoko chuckles, staring out the window again.

"i just said i wasn't paying attention so you didn't think i was snooping. which i was. and i only told you i knew y/n so you wouldn't get any ideas, like this." suguru circles the air with his finger, deadpanning at the clueless satoru, "you think anyone would do this without definitive proof the other person liked them?"

satoru continues to read the letter you wrote for him before his eyes land on the ending. "'please meet me at the school fountain before homeroom ends.'" he murmurs out, blinking, "suguru—"

"you were meant to go two minutes ago." his friend sings out, standing in front of shoko's desk. he points out the window, much like other students were doing in their own classrooms. "you should..."

when his friends turn around to him, satoru is already one foot out of the door. he's rushing downstairs (down three flights of stairs, actually) with your letter clutched in his hand. he almost flies into a couple teachers on the way to the garden, only for their attention to be caught by students opening the windows and pointing outside.

when he rushed through the doors to the garden, you're staring at the floor, still holding the flowers and gifts you brought to school with you. taking a moment to gather himself, satoru runs fingers through his hair and fixes his glasses. the pair you've complimented a thousand times.

satoru walks closer to you and when he catches your eye, you stand up straight and smile.

"satoru." you chime, not missing the thousand pairs of eyes that were following your every move. "good morning. happy valentines day."

you hold out the flowers to him. it's set in a nice box, and the treats are in a gift bag. when you give it to him, your smile is awkward but hopeful.

"happy valentines day, y/n." he replies, taking it from you. he sits down on the fountain edge, and you follow along. "i'm so sorry, i... i don't have anything for you."

"no, no, no." you retort, grinning, "it's fine. this was a surprise for you, anyway."

he sighs, "no, i'm sorry... please, let me make it up to you."

you laugh a little, placing a hand over his on his lap. the flowers were sat on the fountain with his gifts. "sure thing." you retort, "hey, suguru told me that this morning—"

"i'm sorry, i know, i just thought..." he begins, cutting you off. he looks embarrassed, heavy blush falling over his cheeks. "i saw you and suguru yesterday and you gave him that letter. had me thinkin' you were confessing to him instead of me."

you let out a small chuckle, making him gulp, "oh my goodness, i'm sorry, i didn't mean for you to see that. we were trying to be sneaky."

satoru's chest feels lighter, and he feels better just hearing it from you. he links his fingers with yours, facing you fully.

"ah, no it's fine." he tells you, the most purest form of adoration in his eyes that you can see from the top of his slanted down glasses. you grin softly. "listen, i have had a crush on you for months... and i was hoping that you'd go out with me. i want a chance to get to know you personally, away from any prying eyes."

you peer to the side, seeing the people watching you. they were practically hanging out the window, waving their hands and fighting to view the whole scene for themselves. cameras took photos and videos, capturing your moment with him.

"i'd love that, satoru." you say, scanning his face, "you're the best."

it only takes him a single second to reach his hand out and brush his thumb agaisnt your cheek. you don't freeze up though, only relaxing into him. he was the most inviting guy you've ever met.

"can i kiss you?" he asks, voice unwavering. his blue eyes are staring at your face with such kindness that it cannot be described.

you don't even say anything, only leaaning forward and pressing your lips to his. he's smiling against your lips, gentle hand caressing your cheek. your eyes flutter shut, holding his hand tightly.

cheers erupt from the school. screams and whoops from guys and girls alike. most students are heartbroken due to the obvious confession. nobody had even gotten that close to satoru. no one has been able to hold his hand, let alone get him to go crazy over a letter. you got him to race out of that classroom like a madman, and everyone was surely surprised.

the shouts die down as the kiss deescalates, many of the students sighing as they're forced to move on from the heart-throb gojo satoru.

when you pull away, satoru chases, leaving a gentle kiss against your forehead. your smile is wide and you pinch his cheek softly.

"you're such a drama queen, satoru." you say, standing up, "i was wondering why everyone started yelling and staring at me all of a sudden."

satoru stands with his presents, rubbing the back of his neck as he holds your hand. h goes to answer when a voice is heard from the fourth floor.

"the idiot took some convincing, y/n!" suguru shouts, waving his hand, "glad to know he's got some sense in him!"

"shut up, suguru!" satoru calls back, showing his fist.

"first period is about to start, you two!" the principle says through a window on the third floor, "this is all heart-warming, but you've failed two of ms kinoshita's classes, gojo!"

"r—right!" he retorts, pacing to the school entrance as people begin to 'ooh' at him. he looks back at you, smiling the brightest. "let's go out after school today, yeah? i'll buy you as many sweets as you want."

you chuckle, kissing his cheek, "my hero."

[gloomweed]

Aggressive Compliments

(Eddie Munson x Insecure!Reader)

Summary: After you confess to Eddie that you don't like the way you look, he is quick to assure you of how beautiful you are.

wc: ~2k

This was it. You were down to your last quarter and you’ve spent too much to give up now. The silver coin rolls into the slot and the light flashes on the ‘go’ button. With one last focusing exhale, you hit the green button and narrow your eyes at the purple bat plushie. The beeps and music fade out as you gain your center. You move the joystick with precision, finally getting the hang of its movements, until it hangs directly above your target. Eyes flicking downward, you see the red timer counting down from the 15 seconds you have left. You move around the transparent box the best you can to see the other angles, ensuring you were in the right position.

Seeing no mistakes, you glance over your shoulder to Eddie who is covering his mouth with his hands, per your request. He breaks focus from the claw machine to nod his approval silently. With a smirk, you hit the drop button with only 3 seconds to spare. You and Eddie press your faces against the glass, praying that this is the one. The claw falls, at an agonizingly slow rate, until it is resting perfectly on the center of the bat’s head. Then it clamps down, caging the plush toy carefully. You both held your breath with anticipation. This was the pivotal moment. Would it make it off the ground?

The claw lifts the bat upwards oh so very slowly and much too shakily. As the claw carries the toy closer and closer to the exit your excitement builds exponentially. Until, finally above the box, the claw releases and the bat falls into the exit unceremoniously. You both shout with joy, laughing hysterically at the fact that your obsessive repetition finally paid off. “You did it! You finally did it!” Eddie shouted excitedly. You grab the toy and hold it above your head victoriously. The other arcade patrons look your way disapprovingly, disturbed by your volume. Neither of you cared, too invested in finally winning at the claw game. 

Eddie is so excited he scoops you up in a hug and lifts you off your feet momentarily. You’re almost too happy to realize or care, until you feel his arms on your back and your stomach against his chest. Immediately you clam up, your smile faltering as you are once again reminded of your imperfect body. You do your best not to make a big deal out of it, but Eddie already notices your drop in energy and stops to put you down. 

His face is still plastered with a wide smile, but his brow pinches together, worried he did something wrong. “You okay? Did I squeeze you too hard?”

You fake a smile and shake your head. “No, I'm fine. Just a little dizzy is all,” you lied. Before Eddie could press further, you change the subject. “Anyways,” you hold the toy out to him. “Here is your prize, Eddie.”

Confused brown eyes hold your stare as he takes the toy from your hands with a lopsided grin. His attention is then on the soft toy as he holds it close to his chest in a protective hug, humming in content. When Eddie holds it out again for a moment to admire it, he shakes his head before handing it back to you. “You should have it. I mean, you did all the work to get it, not to mention the quarters you put into it.”

You tilt your head, confused, as you take the plush from his hands. “But you spent all your quarters trying to win it.”

He chuckles, stuffing his hands in his pockets. “Honestly, I only wanted to win it for you.” Eddie shrugs. “Wanted to give you a souvenir. Something to remember this awesome date we had.” His head snaps up in realization. “This was a good date, right? Or was I the only one feeling that?”

Smiling, you cup his face and press a quick kiss to his cheek. When you pull away, you see him flush red. “It was a great date. I loved it. But you didn’t have to win me a souvenir.”

Eddie gestures to the purple bat in your hands. “Yeah, clearly you win them yourself.”

You roll your eyes with a grin. “I meant, to remember this date. I’m not forgetting this anytime soon.”

“Alright well,” Eddie takes a step closer, playfully flapping the wings of the bat in your arms, “either way, I’m sure Ozzy will much rather live at your house than mine, and if seeing him happens to remind you of me, that’s just a bonus.” His grin looks mischievous with the way his head tilts to his shoulder.

You look at the plush toy in your hands. “‘Ozzy,’ huh? That’s a cute name.”

“As in the guy who bit off the head of a bat on stage.”

“Right,” you smile. Eddie had told you that story many times. “Well, seeing as we are both out of quarters, I suppose that means this arcade date is officially over. Care to walk me and Ozzy here home?” 

Eddie flourishes his arm out with a little bow, encouraging you to lead the way. “Why, it would be my pleasure.” He follows closely beside you, arm at the small of your back as you make your way through the crowd of people. Despite the enticing warmth of his hand, your insecurities can't stand the idea of being forgotten. You curl away from his touch just to silence the destructive thoughts.

Once you make it outside, you both squint at the sudden brightness. Even though the sun was setting, it was still much brighter than the darkness of the arcade you had grown accustomed to over the course of the afternoon. After blinking away the discomfort, you two begin to make your way down the sidewalk towards your house. The walk is mostly quiet, but it’s a comfortable silence. Eddie is the first to break it. His hands are in his jacket pocket and he seems more willing to look towards the sidewalk than at you. “I'm sorry about before. I didn't mean to make you upset or anything.” His soft tone of voice perks your ears.

The apology completely catches you off guard. “Huh? What do you mean? I'm not upset.”

His dark eyes find yours and he shrugs. “You just seemed…weird after I hugged you. Which, I get it. I should have asked before lifting you up like that. I was just so happy for you, you know? Guess I got caught up in all the excitement.”

You frown, feeling guilty that you got Eddie all in his head about it. “No, no. It had nothing to do with you. I just-” You huff, struggling to find the words. Worried that being honest with him would ruin the nice vibe you had going. Seeing as Eddie noticed your odd behavior already, it’s safe to say that ship has sailed. You think that if it were the other way around, you would want Eddie to be completely honest with you. Gathering your courage with a deep breath, you do your best to put your feelings into words. “Sometimes when I’m reminded of the way my body looks or feels, I get all…stupid. I'm scared you’ll notice all the bad parts of me. The ugly parts. Then you’ll realize you want nothing to do with me.”

There is a silent pause as Eddie mulls over your words. His shoes scuff on the sidewalk as he suddenly stops walking. The noise of it puts you on edge. As you stop a second after him, your mind starts racing through what you said looking for the thing that might have upset him. “Okay, first of all, you’re not stupid.” His tone is firm, but it isn’t angry. It brings you a sliver of relief as you turn to face him. 

How he spoke made it sound less like a compliment and more like an obvious unrefuted fact. Like you were an idiot for calling yourself stupid, which is very confusing. “Thank you?” is your meek reply. 

Eddie’s eyes are wide and unblinking. “Second, in what world, in what reality, are you within even an atom’s width of ‘bad’ or ‘ugly’?” He pinches his fingers in front of his eyes trying to emphasize how small an interval he’s talking about.

Your face was warm with the weird worded compliment. The logical part of your brain wanted to point out examples to him. Maybe you wanted to prove the cynical part of yourself right; that you are bad and ugly. Maybe you just wanted to hear him refute them, boost your ego all the more. “Well, what about when you lifted me up? Didn’t you feel how heavy I am? How my stomach pressed against you?” Talking about it only makes you want to make yourself smaller, so you hug the stuffie against yourself as a kind of shield.

Running his hands through his hair, Eddie looked like he was close to ripping it out. “Are you fucking kidding me?! When I held you against me and I could feel all your sexy little dips and curves? Looking at the most beautiful fucking smile in the goddamn world? I loved every second of it!” His arms drop heavily from his head, hands slapping against his jeans. Suddenly his gaze is softer as he realizes his yelling is putting you off. Eddie gently takes one of your hands in his, ducking his head hoping to catch your eyes. “I would hold you every day if you’d let me.” When you finally look him in the eyes, they crinkle at the corners as he smiles lovingly at you. “Just because you aren’t the magazine cover conventionally attractive type, doesn’t make you any less attractive. I mean, look at me,” he steps back and waves a hand presenting himself to you. “Does any of this scream conventional to you?”

Your eyes scan Eddie up and down, catching on his long frizzy hair, jean vest atop his leather jacket covered in patches and buttons, his wallet chain connected to his black ripped jeans. In relation to your small town of Hawkins, Indiana, Eddie was far from average. “I guess not.” Your voice was small as you were beginning to realize his point.

“Aaand…? Do you think I’m pretty?” He uses his extra whiney voice as he holds both his hands beneath his chin in a silly pose, fluttering his eyelashes exaggeratedly.

It’s enough to make you laugh and you can see Eddie’s smile brighten at the sound of it. “Of course I do!”

He holds you by the elbows excitedly. “Exactly! I feel the same way about you!” The passion in his voice makes you blush. “You are the most beautiful girl I’ve ever had the pleasure to lay eyes on.” Eddie’s voice is softer now, given the close proximity that you don’t seem to mind as much as you did 5 minutes ago. “You are not bad or ugly or stupid. And I’ll tell you everyday if I have to. Hell, I’ll have it tattooed onto my forehead if that’s what it takes.” The corners of his lips quirk up when he sees you smile.

Suddenly you feel a little embarrassed that you ever doubted Eddie’s affections for you. You can’t help but stare into his deep chocolate eyes, feeling so genuinely loved. When you reach up to caress his face, your thumb grows warm from the blush blooming across the apples of his cheeks. Your eyes slip closed as you kiss him. His hand lands on your waist to hold you closer, and this time you don’t shy away. As you break apart and stare up at him through your lashes, your voice rings out softly. “Thank you, Eddie.” 

“Anytime, Sweetheart.”

[thedilfdiaries]

Girl Next Door

Neighbor!Joel Miller x F!Reader

Masterlist

Wordcount: 3,646

Summary: Joel finds himself overwhelmed by the desire to possess something that belongs to you, leading him to indulge in a secret fantasy.

~Or~

What Odette dreams about

Warnings: 18+, mentions of Tommy being in jail, underwear/ underwear sniffing kink? Unprotected bathroom bar sex, hair pulling, no physical description of reader minus hair being pullable, oral - m!receiving

Notes: NERVOUS AS ALL HECK TO POST THIS AS MY FIRST FIC IN A MINUTE. didn't know I had this kink until I had a similar dream, so don't look at me, but also, if anyone else likes this, please let's talk so I don't feel weird 😂 thanks as always @saradika-graphics for the divider

Joel is restless as he mindlessly tosses his clothes into the washing machine in the shared laundry room of his apartment complex. He can't stop thinking about the woman he saw moving in across the hall. There's just something about her that captivated him, and he can't shake her from his mind.

As he goes to add the detergent to the machine, he notices a basket of laundry sitting next to his. His eyes scan over the pile of clothes until they land on a pair of lacy panties. A thrill run through him as he realises that they were hers - yours.

The ones he saw when he was watching you move boxes, the ones he watched appear when you bent over and your shirt exposed the small of your back.

And before he can talk himself out of it, he quickly grabs the panties, stuffing them into his pocket. He turns around just in time to see you walking into the laundry room.

"Oh, hey there," you say with a friendly smile. "I didn't realize anyone else was using the machines right now."

Joel feels his face flush with embarrassment as he stutters out a response. "Uh, yeah, was just finishin' up."

You chuckle softly. "Well, don't let me interrupt you. I just need to switch my load over to the dryer."

As you bend down to transfer your clothes, Joel can't help but steal a glance at your body. He feels a stirring in his pants, and he quickly looks away, hoping you don't notice.

When you straighten up, you catch him looking and raise an eyebrow. "Everything okay?"

Joel feels his face grow even hotter. "Uh, yeah, sorry. I just got a little distracted."

You smile knowingly. "Well, I hope it was a good distraction.”

You make small talk as you wait for your laundry to finish, and Joel finds himself even more drawn to you.

As you’re about to leave, you turn to him. "Hey, can I ask you something?"

"Sure, what is it darlin?"

"Well, I seem to have misplaced a pair of my favorite underwear. I was wondering if you might have seen them around here?"

Joel's mind races as he tries to think of a response. He can't very well admit that he had taken them, could he?

"Uh, no, I haven't seen them," he stammers, hoping you don't notice the lie.

You look disappointed. "Oh, well, thanks anyway. I guess I'll just have to buy a new pair." And with that, you're gone. Shortly after, he gathers his things and leaves.

As soon as he’s outside the room, Joel lets out a sigh of relief. The adrenaline rush from stealing your underwear sends shivers down his spine. He can’t believe how easy that was. This is definitely the highest he's ever felt.

But as he walks away, a wave of guilt washes over him. What kind of sick fuck gets off on stealing women's underwear? He knows how wrong it is, but damn if it doesn't turn him on like nothing else ever could.

He walks aimlessly for a while, trying to distract himself from the thoughts in his head. But every time he thinks about those lacy panties clinging to his thigh, he feels his cock throb.

He needs to do something with them. He needs to feel them against his skin, to smell them, to touch them. But what? Should he hide them away in a drawer? Or should he just keep them nearby for whenever the urge struck?

Joel hesitates for a moment before finally making up his mind.

As he walks back into his apartment, he can’t help but imagine what it would be like to feel those panties on his body. The idea of feeling your softness against his skin makes his cock throb even harder.

Joel decides to try and sleep it off. Maybe by morning, the urge would pass, and he would be able to put this whole thing behind him.

He walks toward his bedroom and strips off his clothes before he climbs into bed. But try as he might, sleep eludes him. The urge to grab those panties and explore them with his tongue is too strong to ignore. He continues to shift restlessly in bed until finally giving in to temptation. He reaches down grabbing the soft fabric from his jeans wrapping one hand around his hard cock and using the other hand to bring the fabric up to his nose and inhales deeply.

Joel's hand moves up and down his shaft, stroking with a rhythm that he knows will bring him to climax in no time. He focuses on the sensation of his own hand, the softness of you on the lace, letting out a low moan as he feels himself getting closer to the edge.

But then, just as he's about to come, Joel hesitates. What if you found out? The thought makes him pause, making him wonder if it’s worth the risk. He decides to take a break for now. Throwing the panties to the floor, he lays there for a few moments, trying to catch his breath. But then he can't resist. The urge takes over slowly and then, all at once, crashing over him like a tidal wave about to suffocate him. Joel picks up the panties one more time and brings them close to his face, inhaling deeply.

"Fuck," he mutters under his breath as he licks them slowly, savoring their scent. He runs his tongue over every inch of fabric before finally taking them into his mouth, sucking on them hungrily. "You taste so sweet baby."

He stops to hold the panties in front of his face, admiring their form, admiring the cut and color. He imagines how it would taste if he were to lick your pretty lips and your pretty little clit, imagining how it would taste when he slips his fingers inside you as you’re making a mess all over his face. It almost makes him come right then.

He moans softly as he imagines all the things he would be doing to you once he gets you alone. How you would feel wrapped around his cock, moaning as he pushes into you. His eyes light up as he envisions how you would feel, naked against him, begging and whimpering as he fucks you. He knows the perfect way to drive you insane; torturing you for pleasure before finally plunging into you, making you scream his name, begging daddy for his big cock. He pictures you writhing and crying underneath him as his seed spills all over your soft skin, filling the air with the musky scent of sex.

His fantasy is interrupted, however, as his phone rings, shattering the illusion of the forbidden paradise his imagination created. Joel groans in frustration, reluctantly answering it.

"Ya?" He demands, his voice rough with need and lust, not bothering to ask who it is.

"Hey, big brother. It's me." it was Tommy, and Joel could only guess what this was about. Tommy had seen himself in jail, his fair share these past few years, and Joel was tired of bailing him out.

"Tommy, I swear to god -" Joel starts, ready cuss out his brother and give him the old "I'm gonna kick your ass..." spiel, but Tommy cuts him off.

"I know what you're gonna say. You're gonna kick my ass. But it wasn't my fault this time. The guy had it comin. He was gonna hurt her. I was just tryin' to help. You gotta respect that, Mr. Southern gentleman himself." Tommy says, sounding sincere enough for Joel to believe him. He relaxes slightly. Tommy never did anything particularly bad, but he always manages to get himself in trouble somehow. Even as kids, he was always bailing Tommy out.

Joel rolls his eyes. “That's what you said the last time. I'm gonna kick your damn ass Tommy. I should leave ya in there."

"Alright, alright, look man-"

"What? Make it good, or I'm goin’ back to bed." Joel says impatiently.

"You bail me out this one last time, and I'll buy you the next round'a beer." Tommy bargains.

Joel can't help but laugh at his brother's proposal. "You're really tryin’ to bribe me with beer, huh? Fine, I'll bail you out one last time. But you better not fuck this up, Tommy, you ain’t gettin' another chance." Joel warns.

"Thanks, Joel. I won't let you down this time, I promise - promise on our mamma," Tommy replies, sounding genuinely grateful.

Joel sighs and hangs up the phone, shaking his head. He can't believe he was letting his brother talk him into this again.

But as he gets dressed and heads out to bail his brother out of jail, Joel can’t shake off the feeling of excitement that still lingers from his earlier encounter. The memory of those lacy panties, the scent of you on his fingers, the taste of you on his tongue - all of it is still fresh in his mind.

As he drives, Joel's mind starts to wander. He can't stop thinking about you, about the way you probably look in those silky panties, the way you feel and taste. He feels himself getting hard again just thinking about it. There’s something about you that draws him in, something that makes him want to possess you, to make you his own.

With one hand on the wheel, his free hand pulls out the underwear from his pocket, his hand shaking with desire as he holds the lacy panties up.

He lets out a low moan, his cock already rock hard in his pants and without thinking, he begins to rub himself through the fabric, imagining it’s your hand on him instead.

The sensation is overwhelming, and Joel can feel himself on the brink of climax almost immediately. He tries to hold back to savor the moment, but it’s no use. Within seconds, he’s coming hard, staining his jeans with his own release.

Panicked, he starts feeling around his truck for something to cover up the stain on his pants. He rummages through the glove compartment and the back seat before finally finding an old sweater that Tommy had left behind on a previous visit.

Joel quickly places the sweater over his bulge, hoping it would be enough to hide the stain.

When he arrives, he parks in the loading zone and jumps out of the truck, still trying to act casual while tying the sweater around his waist. But as he approaches the entrance, he can feel the eyes of the other visitors coming in on him, no doubt noticing the bulge in his pants and the sweater tied around his waist.

As he walks into the jail, his face flushes with embarrassment, and his mind still preoccupies with thoughts of you. He makes his way to the visitor's area, scanning the crowd for Tommy.

When he finally spots his brother sitting at a visitors table, looking bored and impatient, Joel approaches him, trying to act as casual as possible.

"Hey, Tommy," Joel says, as he sits across from him.

Tommy looks up and does a double-take when he sees the sweater tied around Joel's waist. "What the hell happened to you?" Tommy asks, with a smirk on his face.

Joel feels his face grow even hotter with embarrassment. "Nothin’, just spilled some coffee on my pants.”

Tommy raises an eyebrow, clearly not convinced.

Joel shifts uncomfortably in his seat, trying to discreetly adjust the sweater tied around his waist. He can feel Tommy's eyes on him, still skeptical about the "coffee" stain.

"Sure thing, big brother. Whatever you say," Tommy says, chuckling to himself.

—

Joel and Tommy walk out of the jail, the weight of the situation heavy between them but still Joel can't help but feel a sense of relief wash over him as they step out into the cool night air. He had done his duty as an older brother once again, bailing Tommy out of a sticky situation.

As they make their way to Joel's truck, he can’t shake off the thoughts of you that have been consuming him all day. He wants you, needs you, in a way that he has never felt before.

Tommy notices Joel's distracted state and ribbs him about it. "Hey man, you got a girl on the brain or somethin’? You've been acting weird since you got here."

Joel hesitates for a moment, as much of a dumbass his kid brother is, he’s really all he’s got, "Uh - yeah, there’s this girl... Can't stop thinkin’ about her."

Tommy chuckles. "Well, maybe you should ask her out or somethin’. What's the worst that could happen?"

Joel shakes his head. "It's not that simple. I... I don't even know her name."

Tommy raises an eyebrow. "Well, where’d you meet her?"

Joel hesitates for a moment before admitting the truth. "I saw her move the other day across the way. I couldn't take my eyes off of her. Just sat there starin’ for a bit, I just couldn't help myself.”

"Well, maybe you'll run into her again sometime. And this time, you can introduce yourself like a normal person."

Joel nods, feeling a glimmer of hope. Maybe Tommy was right. Maybe he would run into you again. And this time, he could do things differently.

—

The next evening, Joel finds himself at the bar down the street, hoping against hope that he might see you again, somewhere, somehow. He sits at the bar, nursing a beer and scanning the crowd for any sign of you.

As he sits there, he can't help but feel a sense of déjà vu. Has he been here before? It was like a fog had settled over his memory, making it difficult to recall the details.

And then, just as he's about to give up hope, he sees you walking towards the bar, your eyes scanning the crowd. And then, as if by some miracle, they land on him.

You smile, a shy, tentative smile that makes Joel's heart race. Joel can't help but feel a wave of nervousness wash over him as he sees you approaching him at the bar.

He's always been awkward around women, especially ones as beautiful as you. He tries to play it cool, taking a sip of his beer and glancing up at the TV, but his eyes keep flicking back to you.

"Hey there, cowboy," you say, a playful smile on your lips. "I haven't seen you around here before."

Joel feels a wave of nervousness wash over him, but he tries to hide it with a grin. "Oh, I'm just passin' through," he says, hoping he doesn't sound as awkward as he feels.

But you seem to be enjoying his discomfort, your eyes sparkling with amusement. "Well, I'm glad you stopped by."

You lean against the bar, your body close to Joel's. He can feel the heat radiating off of you, and he finds himself struggling to focus on anything but you.

"So, cowboy, tell me what really brings you to this little dive bar?" You ask, your voice low and sultry.

Joel takes a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves. "Just needed a break from the rodeo, I guess," he says, trying to play along.

You laugh, a loud, genuine laugh that makes Joel's heart skip a beat. "Well, I'm glad you found it. Maybe we can make each other's night a little more interesting."

Joel feels a thrill run through him at your words. He knows what you're suggesting, and he can't help but feel a surge of desire. "I'd like that darlin."

You lean in closer, your lips brushing against Joel's ear. "Follow me."

Joel follows you through the crowded bar, his heart racing with excitement. He can't believe what's happening, but he doesn't want it to stop.

You lead him to the bathroom, pushing open the door and pulling him inside. The room is small and dimly lit, but Joel can see the desire shining in your eyes.

You push him up against the wall, your body presses against his. Joel can feel your breath hot against his skin, and he finds himself struggling to breathe.

"I've wanted you since the moment I saw you."

Joel feels a surge of desire run through him. He's wanted you just as badly, and he can't believe this is finally happening. He reaches out, his hands tangling in your hair as he pulls you closer. Your lips meet in a passionate kiss, your tongues dancing together as you explore each other's mouths.

Joel's hands move down your body, sliding under your skirt and finding their way to your panties. He can feel the heat radiating off of you, and he knows you want him just as badly as he wants you.

He slides your panties down your legs, his fingers lingering for a moment before he lets them fall to the floor.

You break the kiss, your breath hot and heavy. "Take me."

Joel doesn't need to be told twicn.sbb

De. He helps you up onto the sink and your legs wrap around his waist as he slides inside of you.

You moan with pleasure, your head thrown back as Joel thrusts into you. The bathroom is small and cramped, but neither of you care. All that matters is the heat and the pleasure between you.

Joel can feel himself getting close, the pleasure building up inside of him. He knows he won't be able to hold back for much longer.

But just as he's about to reach his climax, you pull away, your body sliding down his.

"Not yet, cowboy," you say, a playful smile on your lips.

Joel watches as you sink to your knees in front of him, your eyes never leaving his. He feels a surge rush through him as you reach for his hard cock, you wrap your hand around it, stroking him slowly. Joel lets out a low moan as he feels your hand on him, the sensation almost too much to bear.

You lean in closer, your breath hot against his skin. He can feel your lips brushing against the tip of his cock, and he holds his breath in anticipation.

And then, finally, you take him into your mouth. Joel lets out another moan as he feels your lips around him, your tongue swirling around his cock. His thoughts are consumed with desire as he watches you pleasure him.

He reaches down, tangling his fingers in your hair as he begins to thrust his hips, fucking your mouth with a roughness that takes you by surprise. You moan around his cock, the vibrations sending shivers down his spine. He can't believe how good it feels and how much he wants you.

He feels himself teetering on the edge, and he knows he's about to come. He pulls out of your mouth, your saliva glistening on his cock.

Without a word, he pulls you up and turns you around, bending you over the sink. He can see your face in the mirror, your eyes wide with desire and anticipation.

He slides inside of you, your wetness coating his cock as he begins to thrust. He can feel you clenching around him, your body trembling. Joel reaches around, his fingers finding your clit. He begins to rub slow circles, hearing you moan with pleasure as he hits the right spot.

He knows he won't be able to hold back much longer, and with one final thrust, he spills his seed deep inside of you, filling you up as you moan with pleasure.

Joel watches in the mirror as you come with him, your face flushed with pleasure, and your eyes glazed over with desire. He can't believe what just happened, but he knows one thing for sure - he needs more of you.

He pulls out of you and helps you to your feet. You lean into him, your body trembling with pleasure.

"Wow," you say, your voice barely above a whisper.

Joel chuckles, feeling a sense of satisfaction wash over him. "Yeah, wow," he says, pulling you close for a kiss.

He helps you straighten your clothes, his fingers lingering on your skin for a moment before he pulls away.

You reach down, picking up your panties from the floor. You hold them out to Joel, a mischievous glint in your eyes.

"A souvenir," you wink.

Joel takes the panties, his heart racing with excitement.

You lean in, your fingers putting a pre-written note in his pocket, and your lips brush against his ear. "Call me, cowboy," you say, your voice low and sultry.

And then you're gone, leaving Joel alone in the bathroom with nothing but the memory of your body and the scent of your panties to remind him of what just happened. He can't believe what just happened, but he knows one thing for sure - he's never felt this alive before.

[the-morningstar-family]

So u all finally found a councilor

Nova stays close to Alastor upon entering, the demon doesn't do anything to calm her, but makes sure to hold her tight as well. Both his shoulders and his smile are stiff. The counsellor, Lucas, has already seated himself in a chair across from them, notepad in hand. Upon seeing the corner with toys Felix disloges himself from Lucifer's hand to excitedly play. The suddenness of the motion makes their little girl retreat more.

Alastor and Lucifer sit down on the couch, with Nova in-between. She draws her knees up, and wraps her tail around. And while the deer would like to do similarly, he instead sits stiffly with posture in a way his Mama would scold him for while pregnant.

Lucas: “Thank you for coming today. My name is Lucas. I understand that you're going through something very difficult. Would you like to introduce yourself”

Alastor has to bite his tongue, he knows very well who they are.

Felix: “I'm Felix!”

The boy says, but is already about building his dinosaur plush a house out of bricks.

Lucas, gently: “Hello Felix, nice to meet you. And who are you?”

He gives everyone on the couch a look. Nova avoids eye contact and withdraws a bit more. Lucifer, observerse the reluctance to answer and takes the lead.

Lucifer: “Uhh- well you know, I'm the king. But please uh, don't make it a thing”

Lucas: “I will refrain. It's likely helpful if we operate in the same playing field anyway”

Lucifer gives a thumbs up, while his partner decides to go in next.

Alastor: “I am Alastor, as you surely know”

Lucas, humourously: “I may have heard, yes.”

He now turns softer, considering the girl squeezing herself between the two.

Lucas: “And what about you, dear? Would you like to tell me your name?”

Nova: “...Nova”

She mumbles, still looking away.

Luca: “Oh a very nice name, thank you for telling me. And thank you all for coming. I know that grieving is a difficult thing to go through. It's alright to have big feelings on it. Or conflicting ones.”

Lucifer: “Yeah, we thought - we're just a bit worried, if it's all going well and all of that”

Felix has by now finished the first house and now builds a second one, for a dinosaur toy he found in the box.

Alastor: “We have made efforts ourselves of course”

It comes out a bit colder than he ment it to sound. Lucas, however, remains undisturbed by it.

Lucas: “That is good to hear. Effort can go a long way. Okay. Nova? Wouldn't you like to play or draw too?”

The girl shakes her head, gripping in Alastor's coat, who puts an arm around her.

Lucas: “That's okay, you don't have to.”

He turns to Felix, giving her time to get comfortable. Or at this rate, at least not so scared.

Lucas: “And what are you doing?”

Felix: “Building houses for the dinosaurs”

Lucas: “Oh, very interesting. You're building two?”

Felix: “Mhm. They wanted to live together tough.”

Lucas nods, sitting down beside him.

Lucas: “Ah, and why don't they?”

Felix shrugs. His ears droop a bit, and the smile slips away.

Felix: “She can't live there anymore”

Lucas: “Oh, no. Why not?”

Felix, shrugging: “She can't get out anymore.”

Lucas: “Oh I'm sorry. How does it make the T-Rex feel?”

His face slips even more. Now he starts to fidget.

Felix: “Probably sad. But like, a really big sad.”

Lucas: “Yeah, that can happen when they miss each other. What does the T-Rex die when he feels so sad?”

Felix: “I don't know”

Lucas nods, and let's the conversation sit a bit. Meanwhile Alastor is comforting Nova, holding her and himself slightly away, as if to shield her.

Lucifer, whispering: “You okay”

Alastor: “Obviously”

Lucifer: “Right… obviously”

After a Moment Felix takes the plushie out of the house he build.

Lucas: “Do you like the dinosaur a lot?”

Felix holds it away a bit.

Felix: “You can't have it!”

Lucas: “No, I can't. That's right. It's yours, I would never just take it. Is there a reason you like it so much?”

Felix traces the rim of the stitches, concentration fully on the stuffed toy.

Felix: “Mommy gave it”

Lucas: “Oh then it is really important. Dies it help you when you feel like the T-Rex?”

The boy nods, cuddling it closely.

Lucas: “That's good. I'm glad to hear that helps you. Do you want to play some more?”

Still, quiet, the boy nods. Lucas smiles reassuringly, telling him he can take whatever he wants to play with. He returns to his chair across from the couch. The girl doesn't seem to be much calmer by now.

Lucas: “How are you two feeling about it? It is a big change, and you have lost someone too”

Alastor: “This isn't about us, it's for the children”

The icy tone still fails to rile Lucas. Only the slightest widening of his eyes portrays any reaction at all.

Lucas: “Grief affects the whole family. Even if not all grieve directly. Since you have taken him in, that are also a lot of changes for you.”

Alastor: “We will manage just fine”

Lucifer: “Al, come on…”

They stare at one another, before the radio demon gives a tense sigh. Making a hand movement to getting it on with.

Lucifer: “It's been a little tough at times, but I think it's getting better. And worse. Somehow. At the same time. It's just - a lot”

Lucas: “That's perfectly normal. There will be an adjustment period where things are more chaotic.”

The hellound turns his attention to the girl.

Lucas: “How do you feel, Nova? Would you like to share?”

She shakes her head, trying to hide her face

Lucifer: “He won't be mean to you honey -”

Alastor, snappy: “Don't push her-”

Lucifer: “What? I'm just telling her it's fine!”

Alastor: “Is it?”

Lucas: “Please stop.”

His voice draws a soft attention. Both back off.

Lucas: “It is okay if she doesn't want to talk, and it is also okay to reassure her. Nova, you can tell me if you want to talk, but I won't force you. Okay?”

She nods but shows no intention to start doing it. He notes some things down.

The session continues much the same, with Alastor avoiding any talk about himself.

Lucas: “Alright, our first session is getting to an end. I'd like to speak with you two alone, I'm the next room. Is that okay?”

Alastor's smile forms a grimace, but nods, as he whispers Nova some soothing promises of return into he ear. Meanwhile Felix continues to play.

Lucas: “From what I've seen today, Felix is processing things appropriately for his age. The emotional outbursts and the clinginess are to be expected. He's processing through play and drawings and he trusts you. Which is very important. You're handling the Grief pretty well, but you are welcome to come back for a few more sessions to make sure.”

The counselor flips through the pages, looking at his notes.

Lucas: “Nova has a bit more trouble. With the background you send me it's not completely unexpected”

Lucifer: “But it already seemed to get better… are we doing something wrong”

Alastor: “She simply needs time”

Lucas: “... Yes and no. After being in a save environment, children often experience a “honeymoon phase”, acting more age appropriate and maybe even overly compliant. But after that phase, when the trauma is actually being processed, the symptoms might resurface stronger than ever. You are not doing anything wrong. If anything, she feels saver with you. That's a good sign. And while it's true that she'll need more time… I'd recommend something like play therapy for her-”

Alastor: “She does not need that”

The answer was so fast, the deer has suprised himself with it. Lucifer sighs, slight frustration.

Lucas: “... Which brings me to my last point. Alastor, I noticed you are not very open to talk in this setting. Is there perhaps a reason -”

Alastor: “We're getting off topic.”

Lucas: “How so?”

Alastor, grinding his teeth: “This is about our children not- not that”

Lucas: “The way you behave and act will inevitably affect them. One way or another”

Lucifer puts a hand on his shoulder. He stiffens.

Alastor: “I will ensure that it won't”

Lucas: “I think it would be beneficial if you also-”

Alastor, sharply: “No!”

Lucas: “... That was a very quick answer”

Alastor: “Because it doesn't matter how I feel. We don't need to discuss it”

His ears lower a bit, and his hands flex.

Lucas: “You just had a reaction. Did you notice that?”

Alastor stares him down but doesn't answer. He did, but he isn't about to admit it.

Lucas: “This tells me something important. It's not just hesitation - it's fear.”

The deers face hardens, is shoulders go up even higher, and he scoffs.

Alastor: “I do not fear therapy!”

Lucas, gentle: “Then why did you react that way?”

His horns grow, and Lucifer is sure his body would've as well if he could right now.

Alastor: “I suggest you chose you next words wisely. The radio demon doesn't fear anything”

To Alastor's disappointment, the counselor doesn't back down.

Lucas: “And does Alastor?”

The question catches him by suprise. And gives the king the opportunity pull him back a bit.

Lucifer, stern: “Stop that, what's that going to prove?”

The demon looks between the two, pushing his teeth together strong enough to hurt.

Alastor: “I believe this session is over”

[specialagentlokitty]

Castle x teen!reader - a family

Castle x teen reader another kid of his or foster/adopted kid you pick prompt 13 biggest tree - @witchreporter 💜

13: “I want the biggest tree there is.” “It won’t fit in the house.” “The biggest tree!”

Crouching down, you looked at some of the Christmas decorations in the boxes on the floor.

“Mr Castle?” You asked.

“You know you can call me Richard, or just Castle.” He said.

You watched Castle walk over and you shrugged a little bit at him.

“What’s this?”

You held up a decoration and he smiled a little as he took it.

“Oh wow, Alexis made this when she was a kid. I haven’t been able to find years, where did you find it?”

You gestured to the box in confusion.

“Here?”

He laughed a little, turning around.

“Alexis look!”

He showed his daughter and she gasped, running over.

“Oh wow! I used to make you a new one every year, is there anymore in there?” Alexis asked you.

You shrugged a little bit, standing up as you stuffed your hands into your pockets, watching as she went through the boxes.

“Oh my god can we make them again?!” Alexis gasped.

“Yes! And (Y/N) can make some too!” Castle grinned.

You slowly backed away.

“Yeah, no. Not happening, I’ve got plans anyways so later I guess.”

“Hey, you know the rules, after your stunt a few weeks ago Beckett said you’re not allowed out by yourself again otherwise you’ll be in trouble.”

You groaned a little bit, turning to face him and Alexis.

“Fine, can Alexis come with me? Either way I’m going out so…”

“Yeah, I can go. Where we going?” She asked.

“Just out.”

“Okay? I’ll go grab my coat wait there.”

Alexis ran off and Castle walked over, handing you your coat and some gloves.

“You’ll behave?” He asked.

“Yeah.”

“You’ll keep Alexis out of trouble?”

“Yeah, yeah, I won’t ruin her reputation don’t worry.”

Castle sighed, smiling a little at you as he wrapped your scarf on your for you.

You tried to swat his hands away but all he did was smile and carry on.

“I want you both out of trouble, and if you need anything you call me.”

“Huh, so you can be serious.”

“Only once a week, that’s my quota for the week.” Castle grinned.

Rolling your eyes, you sat down on the back of the couch while you waited for Alexis to come back.

“Oh! Oh! Here!”

Castle ran over, handing you his credit card.

“Seriously?”

“It’s Christmas.” He beamed.

“I’m ready!” Alexis called.

You pushed yourself up, walking to the door with her, not saying a word as you left.

You simply jumped in a cab, and she followed you.

“So, where are we going?” Alexis asked.

“Party.”

“Seriously? We can’t! What if you get in trouble?” She whispered.

“You didn’t have to come.”

“If Beckett finds out she’ll be furious, and then dad will get in trouble.”

You shrugged.

“Not my issue.”

“I’m not having my dad get in trouble because of you, I’ll call her.”

“Fine! Okay. We’ll go shopping or something boring.”

You huffed, staying quiet as you waited for the cab to stop outside the mall.

When it did, you waited for her to get out before wondering inside, grumbling to yourself.

“Oh, I’ve got to get some presents while we’re here too, do you need anything?”

“Well the whole no family thing might put a dent in those plans.”

“Sorry…”

You laughed a little, shaking your head as you began to walk.

“Let’s just get what you need to get out of here.”

“You don’t like Christmas shopping?” Alexis asked.

She glanced at you and you shrugged a little bit.

“Never had any need.”

Alexis nodded, changing the topic as you guys went around the mall for her to do her shopping and you made some daft purchases with her dad’s credit card.

When she was done you were dragged back to the apartment and you threw yourself on the couch.

“Hey, do you want to help me make some decorations?” Alexis asked.

“No thanks.”

Rolling over, you buried your head in your arms, deciding to take a nap to pass some time.

You when up to someone shaking you a little, and you grumbled, rolling back over.

“What…?”

“Well as comfortable as the couch may be, you have a bed.” Martha said.

You grumbled a little, slowly sitting up.

“You know, you don’t have to be so defensive around us. We’re just here to help you.”

Rubbing your eyes, you glanced at her.

“Yeah…”

“So, why don’t you take part in all the Christmas celebrations?” She asked.

“No reason to.”

Getting up, you made your way to the room you were given and collapsed on the bed, going straight back back to sleep.

A few hours later you woke up, making your way down the stairs, grabbing a drink.

“Did you sleep in your jacket?” Beckett asked.

You turned to her, slowly nodded your head as you took a sip of the water.

“Come on, if you’re cold we can turn the heating up.” Castle laughed.

You padded over, sitting on the other end of the couch, setting your water down on the table.

“Still exhausted huh?” Beckett smiled.

You slowly nodded again, resting your head on the couch.

“So, I heard you tried to sneak away to a party.”

“Yeah, I didn’t do…”

Castle raised his hands.

“Hey, you’re not in trouble. I’m proud of you for not going.”

You gave him a thumbs up, and he sighed a little bit.

While him and Beckett carried on talking about their case, you had fallen asleep again, and they left you there.

Again, it wasn’t long until you woke up, and this time you noticed a blanket under your head, and a blazer covering you.

Sitting up, you took a deep breath and stretched.

“Hey, Christmas tree hunting, you’re coming right?” Castle asked.

“No.”

He frowned, walking over to sit in front of you.

“Come on, everybody loves Christmas trees.”

“I don’t.”

“I don’t believe that.”

“Don’t know what to tell you, I don’t.”

Castle sighed a bit.

“What’s the real reason you don’t want to take part in anything?”

“What’s the point? After the holidays you’re just going to give me back to children’s services, you only took me in cause there was no room anywhere else.”

“Well, yeah, that was one of the reasons, but I like having you around, I know Alexis and mother do as well.”

You gave him a confused look.

“I’m not just going to palm you off like everybody else does. I just.. I don’t really know how to make you comfortable or see that.” He explained.

“It’s fine, I’m not a big fan of Christmas anyways.”

“Come on, there must be something you love about Christmas? Music? Films? Baking? Oh we can make cookies! Presents?”

You laughed a bit, shaking your head.

“I do like Christmas trees, okay? I like all the lights and the weird little decorations you put on them.”

“Great! So come pick a Christmas tree with me!”

“Isn’t that what your mom and Alexis do?”

“Yeah but they’re busy and I really want to get it now before all the good ones go.”

You sighed, looking at him.

“Fine you bigass kid.”

He grinned.

“Great! Let’s go!”

Castle tossed your jacket at you and you laughed again, getting up to follow him.

You guys went down to somewhere to get real Christmas Trees and you looked around slightly confused.

“So, what tree do you want?” Castle asked.

You looked at him.

“I want the biggest tree there is.”

Castle looked at the largest tree he could find.

“It won’t fit in the house.”

You pointed to it.

“The biggest tree!”

Laughing, he shook his head at you, pointing to another one.

“How about we find the biggest one that’ll fit into the apartment?”

“Okay!”

You jumped into the snow, and you began to walk under the trees to find one that you liked and Castle just smiled.

“Hey (Y/N)?” Castle called.

You turned to look at him.

“You’re family, I want you to know that okay?”

“Thanks Mr Castle.”

You walked back over and walked alongside him.

Castle was used having a daughter like Alexis who wasn’t bad, she was good and trusting.

Then there was you, the unofficial teenager he was someone ended up caring for after a case, and it was a challenge for sure but you just needed a family, and he could never say no to somebody who needed a family

[penny00dreadful]

Return of The King - Part 7

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When Eddie first put his bedroom together, he didn’t exactly have a lot of time to figure out where everything went. His days and nights were filled trying to get Dustin to talk to him again, keeping an eye on Robin, trying to stop Nancy from getting her hands on an anti-tank missile launcher or something similar and watching the gates for any apocalyptic activity.

He’d just kind of shoved things into corners as he’d pulled them out of the various boxes or stacked them up on top of any surfaces that had an inch of space and even some that didn’t.

Which meant there were a great many things that were very delicately balanced on his desk and windowsill, stuffed into his bookcase or teetering past the point of being safe on wall hung shelves.

He also hadn’t planned much on where he’d put his bed, though after the whole Upside Down nonsense, he tried to keep it as far away from doors and windows as he could. He felt a little easier having his back to a wall. Even easier with his back to a corner.

Which was, of course, not the orientation the room should have been in. It had clearly been laid out to have the bed in the middle, with space for a person to get into and out of bed at whichever side they chose.

But Eddie had made the genius decision to shove his bed into the corner.

All this was to say that maybe he was regretting his decisions now that the very room around them was rattling like a maraca. The most spine-chilling and unnerving sounds were screaming out from the house around them as it shook on its very foundations, sounding like it was going to collapse into rubble at any moment.

He could hear the kids screaming downstairs, he could feel the bed underneath him being tossed side to side, the wooden legs scraping against the floor and everything, everything was falling down around, next to and on top of him.

Or they would be falling down on top of him, big clunky hard backed fantasy books and D&D manuals and heavy nerd figurines with sharp edges falling from the shelves above where he laid his head every night if it wasn’t for the strong golden arms, wide shoulders and giant head of hair that he was currently curled up and cowering underneath.

Wide terrified brown eyes met wide predatory yellow eyes as they stared at each other. Eddie knew Steve would be able to hear his fearful rapid fire heartbeat a mile away, but he wasn’t a mile away, he was barely an inch away, hovering over him with an unreadable expression and as still as stone despite everything moving around them.

There was the irregular thunk, thun- thunkthunk, of things hitting Steve’s back from the shelves above but he didn’t move. Didn’t even flinch.

“S-” Eddie swallowed involuntarily, feeling his heart in his throat and barely able to push through his own clawing terror. “Sweetheart?” He couldn’t even hear his own whispered voice over the deafening crashing and creaking of his home around him.

Steve didn’t blink, but he did move, lowering himself down infinitesimally to place the gentlest of gentle kisses against Eddie’s forehead even as things continued to batter his back. “I’ve got you, baby.”

As Steve pulled back, a particularly thick copy of Jane Austen’s complete works thunked hard against Steve’s head.

Eddie was forced to bite his lip. Even through the terror, even through the fear and the worry, the little shithead that lived inside him refused to stay quiet.

“Don’t.” Steve muttered with a scowl. “Say. A. Word.”

Eddie sucked his lips into his mouth and nodded.

Yeah, okay, that was fair. He’d be well and truly beaten to a bloody pulp by his miscellaneous nerd items if Steve wasn’t taking all the hits for him with his impenetrable body.

Well, maybe not impenetrable.

Actually very penetrable-

The shaking stopped and with it, stopped his train of thought which probably needed to go into horny jail anyway.

There were the last few clattering sounds of things dropping to the floor throughout the house as they both just stared at each other for a few heartbeats.

Then the kids shouting picked up again and they flew into action.

“You’ve got Wayne, I’ve got the kids?” Steve asked, hesitating for just a moment in the hallway.

“Yeah. Yeahyeahyeah.” Eddie nodded, waving him off. “Go.”

The next second Steve was gone and Eddie was left to stumble his way through the debris of fallen framed photos and weird collected knick-knacks that now lay in pieces on the floor.

"Wayne!" He screamed through his uncle's bedroom door, trying to shove it open with every ounce of strength he had, which was unfortunately very little. 

It wouldn't budge. 

"Wayne, answer me!"

"I'm okay, Ed." Wayne's voice came muffled but strong just on the other side. "Go check on the kids."

“Fuck you, go check on the kids! I’m checking on you, you old fart! Are you hurt?”

“No, I’m fine. Door’s just stuck. Was more worried about you and all that shit you got crushing you to death.”

Eddie let out a huff of air and rested his forehead against the door. “Who knew nerdom could be so dangerous?” He took a step back. “I’m gonna try to break down the door okay?”

He could hear Wayne’s snort from the other side. “Sure thing, kid.”

“Hey! You’re supposed to believe in me!”

“Don’t believe in anything without proof.”

“Well seeing is believing!” Eddie called as he took a step back then rammed his whole body forward, shoulder first. He bounced off the wood like he was a stuffed animal. “Ow. Fuck.”

“Why don’t you go get that boy of yours?” Wayne laughed. “He’s certainly got the arms for it.”

“You rang?” Steve’s voice rumbled from right behind him and Eddie shrieked, nearly jumping out of his skin.

“God, this is just fucking typical.” He placed his hands heavily on his hips and scowled. “Everything okay downstairs?” He muttered.

“As well as it can be, considering. They’re all unharmed. But El and Will have felt something. We need to talk it out with everyone.”

Eddie nodded. No rest for the wicked. “Okay.”

“Are you two smooching out there while your poor old man is locked away in his tower?”

“So this is where you get all that drama from.” Steve grinned over at him while Eddie tried his best to keep his frown on his face.

“Keep up the attitude and I’ll leave you locked in there with nothing to occupy your time besides the yellow fucking wallpaper!”

“As much as I love this witty banter Eds,” Steve placed a warm hand on the small of his back, “there’s possibly an incoming apocalypse?”

“Well alright then.” He gestured to the door. “Show me up. Use your big strong arms. Embarrass me.”

“If you insist.” Steve placed two hands on the door. “You standing back, Wayne?”

“As far back as I can get, kid.”

With what looked like minimal effort Steve pushed and the door swung open with an almighty groan.

Eddie wanted to scoff and roll his eyes, but the only thing that was going through his mind right now was the feral need to bite one of Steve’s biceps.

He would have too if Wayne hadn’t appeared in the doorway a little ruffled but otherwise unharmed, looking like the smug little shit he was and Eddie flew forward.

“See, Ed?” He grunted as Eddie threw himself into his arms. “A little exercise wouldn’t kill ya.”

“I think a little exercise would kill me actually.” He mumbled into his uncle's neck, squeezing tight. “What benefit could I possibly get from exercise?”

“Exercise will give you one of the best highs going.” Steve quipped from the doorway.

Eddie turned to glare at him, keeping an arm around Wayne’s shoulders. “Really? That’s how you’re gonna try and sell exercise to me? Clearly you’ve never tried cocaine.”

Steve just raised his eyebrows and Eddie felt his stomach drop.

He turned to his uncle with what he hoped was his sweetest smile. “I too… have also never… tried cocaine.” 

All he got for his efforts was a light smack against the back of his head.

The house was fucking trashed. It was a bit of a bitter pill to swallow after losing most of their stuff during the first quake and only starting to build up their personal items again. Most of Wayne’s mugs were still packed away. He hadn’t found the right space for them yet so it was a small relief that they had survived.

As for the kids and the older teens, they were completely unscathed. That was even though Mike had nearly been crushed by their heavy CRT TV,  it he’d been pulled out of the way by Will while El stopped everything else coming down on top of all of them.

It was Henry’s doing. 

He’d opened the cracks in the town even wider, extended them further. Where there had once been forest and an expanse of grass at the back of Eddie and Wayne’s house, there was now an unsettlingly deep and clean wound in the earth, carving through the trees and just touching the edge of their back porch.

It was a warning sign. 

It was a threat.

Just as the walkie crackled to life, muffled underneath one of the air mattresses, a frantic pounding was heard at the front door.

“Robin?!” Richard Buckley’s voice shouted. “Robin, are you in there? Are you okay?”

“Wayne?” Melissa Buckley called after. “Eddie?”

Robin ran to the door, swiftly unlocking it and swinging it open, throwing herself into her shocked parents arms.

The last time they had seen her she’d been non-verbal and an empty shell of herself. Now she was babbling into their shoulders and clutching them tight, checking them over to make sure they themselves weren’t hurt.

Melissa stared over Robin’s shoulder at Eddie, silently asking What happened? What changed? This is good? What’s going on? Because she’d always looked to him for advice on how to help her daughter. 

He seemed to know the most after all. To them, at least.

He didn’t know how to answer. 

Steve had long disappeared into the sitting room with the kids and they needed to figure out how to move forward.

“Richard, Melissa.” Wayne stepped forward as they looked up from their daughter to him. “Think we still got electricity. Can I make you both a coffee?”

Robin looked between her parents, Wayne and Eddie, coming to the same understanding that things needed to be figured out quickly, without those not in the know overhearing. For now.

“It’s okay. Go. I-” Robin gestured her parents towards the kitchen before locking eyes with him in an attempt to avoid her parents' stares. “I need to talk to Eddie about something.”

They looked like they wanted to argue but then Wayne, who always just seemed to get it, called them through and Robin sagged against the wall in relief. Eddie leaned next to her, pressing their arms together.

“I think you need to tell your parents to go.” He muttered.

She scoffed, deflecting. “Rude. Wayne just invited them in.”

“Rob. You know I mean Hawkins. I don’t think they’re safe here anymore.”

“They were never safe here. We’re not safe here.” She chewed on her thumb. “You gonna tell Wayne to leave?”

Eddie shook his head. “Might as well tell Skull Rock to pack its bags. He won’t go.”

“What about the kids? Their families?”

“I don’t know.”

Nancy poked her head out of the sitting room door and quickly gestured them inside.

"Don't. Do. Anything. Fucking. Stupid. Over." Hopper's voice came through gruff and strained from the walkie held in El’s hand. If the talk the previous day between the two of them in the back garden was anything to go by, he was probably fighting himself, trying not to tell the kids to hunker down and stay away from everything. But the kids clearly had a plan. Answer going to execute it. 

Dustin leaned over to make himself heard as El held the button down. “We won’t!” He huffed. “You do your part and we’ll do ours. Over.”

“What’s going on?” Eddie planted himself down next to Steve whose arm crawled around to rest in his back pocket, out of sight of everyone. “What’s our part?”

“Hopper and Joyce are rounding up the parents.” Steve held his free hand out to Robin who took it and was pulled into their little circle. “There’s democreatures breaking through the cracks in town-”

“What?!” Robin shrieked before flying out of the room and into the kitchen.

Eddie took a moment, allowing himself to lean into Steve just a little more. 

He’d never convince Wayne to leave. He’d say and fight with them, he’d insist on it. But he’d never forgive himself if something happened to him.

“Think they’ll listen to her?” He murmured into Steve’s ear.

Steve paused for a moment before shaking his head. “They’ve agreed to leave but only if she goes with them."

Eddie nodded but stopped when Steve grimaced and pulled away.

"What's wrong?"

"She's telling them I'm here and they think she's… not well."

"Shit."

He followed Steve out of the sitting room and could begin to make out the muffled argument coming from the closed kitchen door.

Without knocking Steve opened it wide and stood in the doorway, unmistakably there and alive.

Well… 

To their eyes at least.

Wayne had disappeared. Probably out the back to give them some privacy.

Out the back where…

Where there was a giant fuck off crack in the middle of the earth where democreatures were reportedly crawling out of.

Eddie launched forward and wrenched the backdoor open. 

Luckily Wayne was only just outside the door and Eddie grabbed him by the arm and dragged him back inside.

"You better unhand me boy or-"

"Wayne." Eddie grasped him by the shoulders and something must have shown on his face because his uncle stopped talking. "Stay away from the cracks."

Wayne gave him a deep, discerning look, one that told him he would have to explain soon. 

But for now he just nodded and clapped him on the neck.

When Eddie winced in pain his uncle removed his hand and stared at the spot he’d just uncovered.

Eddie could feel his face turn progressively brighter under Wayne’s gaze.

“The fuck did you boys get up to last night?”

“Nothing!” It came out as a squeak, a pathetic little embarrassing squeak and Wayne eyed him.

“Is this how you kids court each other nowadays?”

“Oh my god, you’re five hundred years old.”

“Apparently still not old enough to understand that. Looks like you let a vampire at your neck, kid.”

Eddie let out a nervous laugh while his uncle continued to stare into his very soul. 

“Im- imagine that. Wouldn’t that be something?”

Oh god, Wayne knew. He knew. 

Well, okay, maybe he didn’t know that but he definitely knew something was going on.

Luckily for Eddie their attention was grabbed by the spectacle in front of them.

Steve was swamped by the Buckley’s in a great big group hug. Melissa had her hands on his face, brushing his hair back every few seconds as it continued to fall forward over his forehead with tears in her eyes. Richard had an arm around his shoulders telling him “It’s good to have you back, son.” and Robin was leaning into his other side with a small smile on her face.

Steve looked flattered but surprised, even as the group's body language suggested this was not the first time Robin’s hippie parents had handed out their affection to him.

“Your boy’s not used to much touch, is he?” Wayne muttered to him, watching the group like some kind of zoologist.

Eddie nodded. “We’re trying to fix that.” He whispered back, unable to keep the discontent he felt at it from coming through clear in his words.

In the end, Steve along with Eddie and Wayne were able to convince Robin’s parents that they needed to go, just for a little bit. The Munsons lied through their fucking teeth that they would keep her safe, keep an eye on her, keep her out of danger and they all just wanted to stick together in these trying times.

Wayne kept giving Eddie the eye letting him know that if he didn’t have an adequate explanation after all this there’d be hell to pay.

Eddie was pretty sure interdimensional monsters would do the job.

It almost didn’t work, all of them trying to get them to leave for their own safety without being able to tell them too much. The Buckley parents were adamant that they wouldn’t be leaving Robin behind until she pulled what must have been a familial trump card.

“I have free will. I’m using it. I’m staying.”

Richard and Melissa’s breaking hearts were visible on their faces but they took Robin’s word as some kind of gospel.

It was only twenty minutes later they had all the essentials packed up, an occasional screech of the otherworldly creatures carrying over the treetops, letting everyone know their time was running out while Robin gave her parents one last hug and waved them off.

Nancy, Jonathan, Argyle and the kids had worked out a plan with Hopper and Joyce while the rest of them were trying to kick Robin’s parents out of the town.

When Eddie reinterred his sitting room it was to the sight of weapons being traded about and checked over. Weapons that we’re definitely not in his home earlier on.

“Um…” he looked around, hoping the answer would pop out of the ground.

Nancy glanced up and then around at everything before looking back at him. 

“I never go anywhere unprepared anymore. And you called Code Red yesterday.”

“Oh.”

Jesus, prepared might have been an understatement. There were guns, crossbows, bats, axes, slingshots and more alcohol than had ever existed in Wayne’s home at one time sitting on the ground with rags being shoved in. The kids were kitting themselves out, Robin was stuffing bottles into her bag and Eddie looked down at himself realising he was still in his pyjamas.

Once he was dressed in his most defensible clothing, he came back downstairs to find his uncle sitting on the couch surrounded by everyone.

“What’s going on?”

“What’s going on,” Wayne answered with crossed arms, “is that no one is leaving the house until you all tell me just what is happening here. Why did I lie to Robin’s parents? Why does my sitting room look like an armoury? What are those noises coming from the town because they don’t sound like any animal I ever heard and you’re all reacting like you know what’s going on and I don’t appreciate being kept out of the loop when it involves my kid.”

Eddie deflated, looking around at everyone who was looking at him, waiting for him to take the lead. 

Steve’s hand was at his back, a silent show of support.

“Wayne-”

“You going to war with something?”

He chewed on his lip. He couldn’t lie. Wayne wouldn’t take it. Hell, even if they tied the man up head to toe and locked him in his bedroom, he’d break out before long and come after them either to help or to kill Eddie for trying to keep him out of it.

“Yes.”

“This why you all stayed when the smart thing to do would have been to get the fuck out?”

Everyone around the room gave various nods and he felt Steve tense next to him when Wayne turned his hard gaze on him.

“You weren’t in a hospital out of town.”

Steve gulped. “I wasn’t.”

Wayne nodded. “Okay. Start from the start.”

“Mr. Muns- Wayne.” Nancy cut herself off. “We will explain everything to you, you deserve to know, you’re right. But we are currently on a time limit. The people of the town are in danger and they don’t know how to fight this enemy. There’ll be government agents at the gates by now but they’ve never done anything except make things worse. The most vulnerable spots are where the old gates opened and considering two opened near each other at your old home, that spot is ground zero. Your old neighbours will still be there and won’t know what’s coming. I promise the kids will explain it all to you on the way, they’ve done it before, but we’re really running out of time.”

The two of them stared at each other, hard. Eddie didn’t know if Wayne was trying to get Nancy to flinch or if he was trying to search for the truth in her face but either way she didn’t back down.

“Alright then.” He slapped his hands on his knees and pushed himself to his feet, grabbing a rifle from the pile, checking it over and snatching up two extra magazines. “Let’s go.”

“Okay,” Nancy called to the group, heading towards the front door, “Jonathan, Argyle and Robin with me. Kids, Wayne and Steve with Eddie. Kids, you fill Steve and Eddie in on the plan and explain…” she sighed heavily with a wave of her hand, “everything to Wayne. We’ll fill Robin in ourselves on the way there.”

She wrenched the door open and stepped out, doing a quick check of the road before waving them through.

Robin had opened her mouth to argue but Nancy shook her head. “I understand. No one wants to be separated right now, but we can’t all fit in the van, it’s going to be packed enough as it is. Our current priority is getting us there. Okay?”

Robin scowled but nodded before throwing her arms around Steve and squeezing him tight. Eddie was shocked to find himself yanked forward and she enveloped him too.

Turning back to Nancy, Steve laid a hand on her shoulder. “Look out for her, alright?”

Nancy smiled. “You got it.”

They split up, the kids and surprisingly Wayne piling into the back of his van while Eddie and Steve sat up front. They’d already started a slightly pared down but still succinct retelling of their lives for the last few years as Eddie swung out of the driveway.

Almost immediately Eddie could tell this wasn’t going to be an easy ride. The deep cracks that had extended over the town had expanded, little fingers cutting through the tarmac, shallow enough to drive over but deep enough to bump everyone in the car around.

The kids all held onto each other and Wayne as they talked, barely even pausing when they all got knocked side to side. The roads were all surprisingly, worryingly empty. 

Either people had already run, leaving everything behind or they were holed up in their homes, waiting. At least that was what Eddie hoped.

Nancy had pulled ahead a while back, her station wagon having a bit more manoeuvrability through the dips and bumps in the road. Plus, if Eddie could guess, they all wanted to get there and deal with the worst of it before the kids had to. Maybe it was so there’d be more time for explanations but he couldn’t be sure. 

While the kids talked about pulling the Mindflayer from Will, Will himself stuck his head in between the driver and passenger seats and Eddie could tell Steve was holding himself back from chastising him for being unsafe in a moving vehicle. They didn’t have time. They might need to be up and moving at a seconds notice.

Besides, Steve could get into the back faster than any of them could react if he needed to.

“This is Henry.” Will told them, holding onto the back of their seats for stability.

They nodded. They’d gotten that far before they’d been pulled away to deal with the Buckleys.

“He’s getting closer, he hasn’t come through to this side yet but if he does… El says it’ll be game over. He can’t come through here. We have to finish it. In the Upside Down. Before he has a chance.”

Eddie glanced over at Steve while trying to avoid a particularly uneven section of road. This was all gonna wreak havoc on his suspension.

Expensive havoc.

That was if the world was still standing by this time tomorrow.

“Are you gonna be okay going back?”

Steve hadn’t really told Eddie much about how he’d gotten back from the Upside Down, whether he’d walked out or had to claw his way out, what his time was like in there or how long he was there. All he’d really said was that he hadn’t gotten hungry until he arrived topside again.

Steve just shrugged. “Don’t really have a choice do I? I’m not letting you all go in without me.”

Eddie felt a frown pull at his face while he watched the road before a warm hand settled on his elbow.

“I’ll be okay, Eds.”

When Steve pulled his hand away, Eddie looked over to find Will watching with something curious in his gaze.

“And you, Will the Wise? Your mom and Jonathan okay with you going back in? You okay with going back in?”

Will looked between the two of them, his face grim as he slid his hands from the back of their seats onto their shoulders.

“Like Steve said.” He gave a shrug. “We don’t have a choice.”

Steve and Eddie reached back, to squeeze Will’s hands. Will squeezed back before letting go and returning to his place amongst the kids.

They had just gotten to explaining Steve’s death and resurrection when the walkie crackled. 

“Movement on the road ahead!” Robin shouted, her voice staticky. “We passed it by before we could get a good look but-” she cut herself off with a winded noise, “-Jesus, Nance!”

“If I go over another crack the same size as the last one my fucking rear axle is going to come off!”

“We think it’s gone into the forest,” Robin continued, “we don’t know if it’s a demodog or a demogorgon-”

Her voice was drowned out as an incredible impact rocked the entire van. 

There was a terrifying moment where Eddie was sure they were pushed onto two wheels and we’re gonna topple over, everyone in the back screaming while he tried to wrench the steering wheel around, for all the good it would do with only two wheels on the road.

They’d already tipped past the apex, over halfway, the gravity would surely take them the whole way down and the sound of metal groaning and screeching out filled his ears as a claw ripped through the side of his van like it was butter.

Steve was in the back instantly, a still stone amongst chaotic waters. 

He didn’t have enough limbs to hold onto everyone so they instead held onto him, including Wayne who Eddie had never seen look so serious in his life.

But then they were impossibly crashing back onto four wheels and their grip on the road increased so suddenly they flew forward with a sickening lurch. Eddie glanced up to the rear view mirror and he saw the tell-tale trickle of blood from El’s nose.

“That was bitchin’ supergirl!” He called back to her, slamming his foot down on the accelerator as hard as it would go while an otherworldly shriek sounded just outside the back of the van.

“Demogorgon gaining!” Dustin gave a frantic shout with his nose pressed up against the back window. 

The van wouldn’t go any faster, couldn’t go any faster after being shredded up from underneath by the cracks and tossed around like a toy car, no matter how hard Eddie willed it forward.

“Keep driving Ed!” His uncle called as he pulled his rifle out in front of him.

“Yeah, wasn’t really gonna stop, thanks Wayne!”

The kids were pulling out their own weapons from their packs.

When Nancy was in the worst of her rage she’d insisted on the kids getting trained up and while they weren’t disappointed in learning to effectively and safely fire a weapon, Nancy’s single minded determination had made them all nervous.

Wayne turned to Steve. 

“Keep ‘em safe, son.”

Steve looked like he was just about ready to jump out of the back of the van on his own and take on the demogorgon single handedly, which in Eddie’s mind would have been both insanely hot and completely terrifying, but at Wayne’s words he looked back at the kids cocking their guns and lighting up their Molotovs and nodded.

Steve grabbed Dustin by the collar, hauling him away from the window and shoving him behind his back with the rest of the kids.

With a grand sweeping motion Wayne threw open the back doors and both he and Eddie got their first look at this mythical demogorgon creature that had haunted all of their lives for three years now, whether they knew it or not.

It was a horribly monstrous thing. All wrong, all incorrect. Skin too pale and too slimy, arms and legs too long. No face. No face apart from a terrifying open petal maw that was almost impossible to look into.

And it was fast. Eddie was hardly driving slow but the thing was keeping speed. Was even closing the distance.

Wayne was braced against the side of the van on one knee and lining up his shot with Lucas on the other side, his crossbow up, ready to shoot. Steve had one hand curled through Lucas’ belt with his other arm and leg braced across the back, keeping the kids from toppling out while they threw their molotovs.

Wayne let off a shot just as Eddie had to swerve to avoid a deep groove in the earth.

“Keep ‘er steady, Ed for fuck sake!”

“I didn’t put the cracks in the earth, old man! What do you want me to do?!”

Lucas’ crossbow bolt ripped through the demogorgon’s flank but the thing barely faltered. At the same time as Will and Wayne fired off two more shots, catching it in the shoulder and the stomach, Dustin and Erica threw their burning molotovs.

Dustin’s landed on the ground and the demogorgon ran through the burning tarmac like it was nothing but Erica’s landed right in the middle of its flower petal mouth and it let out such a terrible screech, every collective hair in the van stood on end.

The creature stumbled, crashing to the ground and quickly being left behind as they continued to speed away.

But it was only down for a few seconds before it launched forwards again, somehow faster, angrier than it had been before.

It was like it all happened in slow motion. 

In only a few bounds it had caught up to them, reaching one huge clawed hand out and latching onto the back of the van. 

Eddie didn’t even have time to yank the steering wheel around, trying to shake it off before it pulled itself forward, swiping clean through the barrel of Wayne’s gun but aiming for the kids.

An almighty roar ripped through the van, the kind that put a world ending fear into each and every one of them, harsher than the demogorgons, sharper than tearing metal. 

Everyone in the van froze up, unable to move while Steve roared again from deep within his chest. His figure was impossibly in shadow, darker, larger, more threatening than any of them had ever seen before.

Out of the corner of his eye, Eddie could have almost mistaken him for another demogorgon, just as tall and lanky and terribly wrong but still human and Steve shaped when he looked directly at him, two impossibilities warring with his perception.

Steve grabbed the charred and still smouldering sides of the demogorgons mouth, digging his fingers in and with another earth shattering, bellowing howl he pulled. Tearing the demogorgons face in two.

The kids were screaming, Wayne was screaming, Eddie was screaming while Steve’s hulking form breathed heavily in front of all of them, kicking the now limp corpse of the demogorgon out of the van.

There was disgusting Upside-Down blood everywhere. 

But that was fine, the road behind them was empty. The road in front of them was empty. And Steve’s breathing was starting to calm down.

Then Max slipped.

No one was able to react fast enough and she was in the air before any of them could blink, a gasp being pulled from her lips and wide blue eyes staring back at all of them in horror.

Steve reached out to grasp at her and Eddie held his breath. He was sure those violent claws would tear her to ribbons, not because Steve would want to but just by their very nature, looking so fierce, so terrible.

Steve grabbed Max by the arms, hauling her back into the van before she could touch the ground, pulling her close to his snarling face.

The kids screamed as he lowered his head to her neck and Eddie nearly slammed on the brakes then and there until he saw Steve seemed to be… snuffling?

He sniffed around her neck, her hair, her face and Max, brave, bold, unwavering Max raised her own hand to his cheek, rubbing her thumb along the bone there and said quietly, “I’m alright, Steve.”

Eddie did have to break then, hard and sudden to avoid smashing into the back of Nancy’s empty station wagon.

He wrenched the hand break up and threw himself into the back of the van, crashing to his knees in front of Steve, taking up the space that had previously been occupied by Max who was deposited into Lucas’ arms, almost like Steve could sense Eddie’s impending presence.

“Stevie?” Eddie took Steve’s face in his hands. He was more angular, more pointed, more severe. His eyes were bright yellow, almost glowing and he still held an energy of danger about him.

Steve lowered his head, nuzzling into the spot at Eddie’s neck where he’d bit and sucked not twelve hours ago. Eddie could feel the sharp point of two fangs grazing his skin, preparing to bite as he slid his hands around the back of Steve’s head and into his hair.

He wished he could let him, even just a little sip, but the kids were here, watching wide eyed and scared, Wayne had his sheared gun pointing at Steve and there were demonic creatures breaking through the cracks somewhere in town, there was danger and the apocalypse and they didn’t have time.

Tap, tap.

The fangs retracted. 

Steve’s whole body softened and sagged against him and Eddie let out an internal sigh of relief. 

He’d never really doubted Steve’s control but that hadn’t meant the whole thing still wasn’t completely, pants shittingly terrifying.

The darkness in the back of the van seemed to recede and the sense of complete impending doom ebbed away.

Only for a moment though as a gunshot cracked through the air and the howl of a dying demodog came from the trailer park behind them.

Steve jerked back in surprise but his face held that familiar softness, that familiar gentleness, though his eyes remained a bright yellow.

“I’m sorry.” He spoke to the van at large but Max shook her head.

“Nothing to be sorry for.”

“You’d never hurt us Steve.” El blinked at him, speaking in her quiet but confident way.

Anything else that was going to be said was cut off by another gunshot and Wayne jumping out of the van, reloading his gun with a gruff “Alright everyone, move out.”

The trailer park was like walking into a horror movie. There were burned patches of grass and trailers on fire. The trailers that weren’t on fire had been ripped open by vicious claws and demonic bodies. There was a dead demogorgon, three dead demodogs, multiple charred and burned demobats and a few unfortunate human bodies scattered around, dressed in pressed black suits and sunglasses.

Nancy, Robin, Jonathan and Argyle along with a few Eddie, Wayne and Max recognized as neighbours had formed a protective circle around the children and the elderly of the park, guns held high and waiting for an opening as demodogs prowled around the perimeter.

They were completely encircled.

“Alright,” Wayne muttered to them, “no molotovs and no guns, can’t risk hitting a civilian. We draw them away from the circle, then we fire upon them, but not a moment before, you all understand me?”

“I can attack without causing civilian casualties.” Well… El always knew how to put things as plainly as possible.

Wayne was thrown for a second. “Wh- oh, superpowers, right?”

She nodded.

“Well if we have them on our side, we might as well use them to our advantage.”

“But-”

“I can do it Mike.” El said with a frown.

“I know you can, but-”

“You believe you're capable, kid?” Wayne looked in between the two of them, eyes finally landing on El.

“Yes. I am capable.” She spoke firmly and with conviction, daring anyone to say otherwise. Wayne nodded back at her. 

He’d always been that way with kids, never talked down to them, trusted their judgement about themselves. It was most of the reason Eddie was able to grow up so self-actualised. 

“Okay then. That’s your choice to make. How about we support our friend instead of doubting her?” He directed the last part of his statement at Mike who glared back and Eddie found himself almost jealous. 

If he’d levelled a glare like that at Wayne at that age he’d have gotten a swift kick in the pants. 

Verbally. 

“I’m not doubting her.” Mike spat. “I’m just worried about her.”

Eddie was about to open his mouth to tell Mike to show his uncle some damn respect when Steve beat him to it.

“Hey. Wheeler.” Steve had his hands on his hips again. “Who taught you to talk like that to people? After everything Wayne’s done for us?”

Mike crossed his arms but deflated with a little pout on his face. “Sorry, Wayne.”

“Accepted.” Wayne answered with a nod. “You all know your own heads better than anyone else, right?”

All the kids mumbled their agreement.

“Right. So let’s trust El does too, okay?”

El practically inflated with pride, so used to hearing Hopper or Joyce or whoever else tell her she couldn’t or shouldn’t do something, it must have made a difference to have someone believe she knew her own limits.

She proved herself not a second later when she threw her arm out to stop a demodog from wrapping its petaled mouth around Jonathan’s throat, holding it frozen in the air for a second before flinging it backwards.

“Okay!” Wayne called. “Draw them out of that circle! Pick them off one by one as they get distracted and move away. El and Steve can deal with any stragglers who are still too close. Understood?”

“Understood!” They chorused.

Eddie, Wayne and the kids started to make as much noise as possible, banging on trailer walls and shouting as the demodogs began to turn their attention to them. 

With their own numbers, extra help from Eddie’s old neighbours, a superpowered girl and a vampire who was looking slightly more feral as the fight went on, the demodogs were dispatched quickly.

And as the group of them ushered their neighbours into their cars and told them all to keep going at least until they were past the next city, they all turned to look back at Eddie and Wayne’s old home. 

The trailer that was once the place Eddie felt safest but now, he knew, had featured heavily in all their nightmares.

The place with a giant pulsing gate still visible on a ceiling that was barely even there anymore.

The place Chrissy had died and his whole world had turned upside down.

Eddie took Steve’s hand, bringing it up to his mouth to place a gentle kiss on the back, uncaring of who might see as they all stepped forward.

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[sugolara]

𝙃𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙢𝙚 𝙘𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙚

ft. Tomura Shigaraki x fem! reader

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The light blue-haired male grumbled as he paced around his room. His hands scanned every shelf in search of a game that he remembered he owned and wished to play it once again. His hands knocked down a few trinkets and magazines which annoyed the male as it landed harshly on his foot.

His red eyes watched as a marbled rolled underneath his bed. Sighing and groaning in annoyance, Shigaraki crouched down and reached his hand underneath the bed. His fingers fidgeted as they searched for the marble but instead touched a box.

He was bewildered at what a box was doing underneath in his bed and so he pulled the box out, forgetting about the marble. Sitting on the floor with his back leaning onto the bed, he wiped the dusty box and his eyes were met with a big black bold X.

His eyes then widened a bit as he remembered what was inside the box. He wiped his hands onto his jeans and opened the brown dusty box.

He didn't grab anything yet, instead his eyes lingered on the objects, taking in all the memories that came along. A feeling of regret and longing ached in his heart.

Had he known what was going to happen next, he would have done something to prevent it.

✧˖*°࿐

Today was hot and Shigaraki knew better to take off his hoodie, but seeing as there is a mall cop after him and the younger teen wanting to mess around and annoy the cop he had decided to not take off his hoodie. He'd do it later.

Surfing through crowds, Shigaraki peered back onto to see that there were now two mall cops after him and they seemed to be faster. He grumbled and ran at a faster pace but unfortunately as he turned back in front he bumped into someone making them both land onto the pavement.

Shigaraki gripped his head letting out a few cursed words as the other unknown figure hissed in pain.

"Get back here you little shit!"

Before Shigaraki could get on his feet, his hoodie was yanked as someone began to pull him into the crowd. Regaining his senses, he and the other unknown figure were pulled behind a clothing store.

The two both puffed out air as they tried to catch their breaths.

"Dude, I totally thought we were going to get caught. I thought you were gonna get me caught!" She chuckled as she dropped a purse.

Shigaraki leaned onto his knees and eyed the girl, "Do I know you?"

"Yeah." The girl nodded with a grin, "We're friends seeing as I helped you before those fake cops busted your ass. You're welcome."

Shigaraki huffed and fixed his hoodie, "As if I'd be friends with you. Who the hell even are you?"

"F/n L/n at your service." She said as she extended her hand to shake the male but when he didn't she pulled it back, "Ah, germaphobe."

"Do I look like a damn germaphobe?" Shigaraki glared at her as she chuckled into her fist. He then continued with a stink eye, "Tomura Shigaraki."

"Cool, cool." F/n eyed his appearance, "Ain't it a bit too hot to be wearing a black hoodie."

"Ain't it a bit too much for you to give a damn." Shigaraki huffed out as he began to walk away. He heard a snicker coming from F/n and the sound of ruching footsteps coming towards him.

"What are you doing tonight?" She said as she stuffed her hands into her pockets, "I ain't doing much and I thought we'd go check out this party on the rich side. Heard a band is coming and lots of booze."

Shigaraki continued to walk, "I don't do parties. In case you haven't noticed."

"Yeah, no shit. You look gloomy and depressed and like you hate the world." F/n smiled when Shigaraki glared at her. She then continued, "Anyways, I don't do parties either, but think of all the shit we could steal! If this dude is having a band coming to play at some half ass party, he's gotta be loaded."

Shigaraki cursed himself for giving the girl attention as she rambled on about a party. Maybe he should've killed her and saved him the trouble from hearing this girl talk. But, yet again, causing chaos with someone doesn't sound too bad.

Fine, he'll indulge into her shenanigans.

"'Kay," Shigaraki let out an annoyed sigh, "Where do you want to meet?"

Grinning, F/n took out her phone, "What's your phone number? I'll text you the address."

Reluctantly, Shigaraki gave his number and in return she gave hers. Once that was settled, F/n looked ahead before peering back to Shigaraki, "Alright, I got to go but I'll text you and please don't ignore me. It's so hard making friends."

The male rolled his eyes and walked away, "Whatever, I'll see you later."

As he walked further, he could tell that F/n was smiling and grinning. The whole way home, he thought what a strange girl she was and would she stick around longer if she knew who he really was. Who knows? Maybe she'll be his first recruit. 

[fourteenfifteen]

i stayed awake until i came full circle - palisade ficlet

inspired by the end of pld 34: seize the chance pt. 4. spoilers for that arc!!

mirrored on ao3

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Figure didn’t even try to go back to sleep. Sometimes, you woke up from a dream and knew that was a bad idea, if it was even a possibility.

So instead they creeped out of the crew quarters, down the hall, down to the kitchen. Chamomile tea was a quick fix, something to take off a bit of their nerves at least even if they couldn’t taste it. Mug in hand, they walked over to the media room.

They were still so in their head that they didn’t hear the sound of the TV until they opened the door. Inside was Cori, reflexively going for the remote. “Figure! I’m sorry, was I too loud, I can turn it down.”

“No, no, I, uh, didn’t even hear it.”

“Oh. Then, what’s up?”

“I couldn’t sleep.” They gestured with their mug. “You mind some company?”

“No, uh, go ahead.”

He took a seat in an armchair. “What are you watching?”

She gave him a small smile. “Seeing Through the Nebula.” She grabbed the remote and unpaused it. “It’s another Mirage romance movie. I’ve seen it probably a hundred times.”

“Must be a good one then.”

“Yeah, it is,” she said softly.

He’d been expecting a little more enthusiasm. Instead, the sad edge to her voice made Figure look at Cori more closely. She was under a blanket, three or four of her stuffed animals pulled up next to her, with a box of tissues on the end table between them. She wasn’t meeting his gaze, but Figure could see red rims around her eyes.

“Cori,” they said, “...is everything alright?”

Cori swallowed. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m fine, don’t worry about it.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, I’m sure, Figure.”

“Okay,” they said, putting their hands up. “Just checking.”

“Right. Uh, thank you.”

Her eyes were fixed on the screen. A room of flamboyantly dressed people danced, music swelling underneath it.

“I just,” Cori said, “I couldn’t really sleep either.” She glanced at them, just for a split second. “Have you… been thinking about the Dust stuff?”

“Yeah. I, uh, keep dreaming about it. Like I’m still back there.”

She nodded. “It was pretty freaky.”

“That’s for sure.” Freaky was an understatement, especially for how real it felt - the way that even now they could feel their captain’s jacket around their shoulders, that they’d memorized the layout of the ship they commanded. Cori didn’t need to know that, though. “It’s been sticking with me.”

Cori nodded again. “I get that. Things are hard to shake off. I keep thinking about it too.”

Slowly, he said, “About your dad?”

“Yeah,” she said weakly. Figure watched her take an unsteady breath. “It was awful. I know it wasn’t real, and he’d never do that, he always wanted to help people, I just- ugh.” She pressed the heels of her hands to her eyes.

“Hey, I’m sorry-”

“It’s fine,” she said, shaking her head. “It wasn’t real. Just that thing messing with me.”

“It wasn’t real,” they agreed, even as something pulled at them. “And you don’t deserve to be treated that way, ever. Like you’re… just a pawn. You’re not, Cori.”

She shot him a weak smile. “Thanks.” She looked back at the screen. “It wasn’t real, anyway.”

“Still.” On screen, Figure watched the dancers swirl. “The worst thing about it for me was just… all of you being gone.”

“Figure,” Cori said, her voice thick.

“I could barely stand it. Every time I dream it, I’m so relieved when I wake up and remember you’re all okay.”

“We are. I wasn’t dead there, anyway.”

“You were. You were, I just… it just wasn’t real. And I could save you.”

“It wasn’t real,” she agreed. “We got out of there.”

“We did. Thanks to you.”

She smiled again, almost embarrassed. “Yeah.”

Still, the images flashed in his brain. The pin with her wings; the Paramyrion limping into the flight bay; Cori throwing herself into danger; her puking on the command room floor; the way she’d looked at Elle when Dust’s images cleared, disbelieving and angry and nauseous, fists balling as they slipped away.

“Cori,” Figure said, “if I ask you to be careful, will you be?”

“I’m always careful, Figure-“

“Okay, are you, though?”

“Well, it’s not like I’m trying to get hurt.” She looked pained. “It’s just… what’s that thing Eclectic says? Arms are cheap?”

“Jesus, Cori-“

“Can we just leave it?” She had her eyes screwed shut. “Please?”

“Sure.” They breathed. “Sorry. I don’t mean to push.”

“I’m sorry too. You’re not- you’re right. We’re just… we’re all soldiers. I want to keep you guys safe. I want to keep everyone safe.”

Suddenly, she looked so small. Curled up on the couch, a sad and distant look on her face.

“Hug?” Figure asks.

She laughed, and it came out a little wet. She stood, took half a step their way, and leaned down to wrap her arms around them. They were antsy about their body these days, worried about scratching people or not knowing their own strength, but Cori squeezed them tightly like she wasn’t worried or scared or even thinking of them as any different

She smiled when she pulled away, and Figure did the same. “Thanks,” Cori said.

“Same to you.” As she sits back down, they nod to their mug. “I should have asked, do you want any tea? I boiled some water, it’s probably still warm.”

She looks at the mug, thinking. “Do we… still have any hot chocolate packets?”

“Hell yeah we do.” They stand.

Cori laughs. “Thanks.”

“My pleasure.”

[mad4turtles]

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First Impressions

As far as first impressions go, this isn't the worst.

Sure, trying to save a stranger in the Hidden City from a gang of Yokai kidnappers (and look cool doing it as a treat) isn't an ideal way of making friends, but if it works, it works, right?

Except it didn't.

“Hey. Are you awake?”

Leo takes a deep breath and sighs. “Yup,” he pops, staring blearily at his lap. “Didn't sleep much anyways.”

“Me neither,” the stranger replies. Leo hasn't gotten around to asking him his name. Probably due to his plan to save him ending with Leo being beaten up, disarmed and kidnapped with him.

So, yeah. Not the best first impression. 

Still, what was he supposed to do? Just ignore someone in danger? Even if they looked like they could handle themselves—the fight had been brief but Leo would be blind not to notice the rabbit Yokai's skill and grace with his blade, faster than anything Leo had ever seen. 

Even so, the goons had numbers and size on their side, and really, Leo should have, could have, portalled them to safety rather than show off only to get rinsed. Pride will always be his downfall.

(And cute rabbit samurai boys, apparently.) 

Leo squirms, adjusting his numb body as much as he's able. His ass is asleep, and he can't feel his fingers. “Yeah, sorry,” he mutters. “Turtles don't exactly make the best pillows.”

“No, that's not it.” The other boy shifts, tugging the ropes binding them back to back around their chests. His voice is rough with exhaustion, but Leo can hear a smile in it. “Your shell is actually quite comfy.”

“Oh,” Leo blinks. “Really?” 

“Yes. It's the, uh... well, everything else that kept me awake. Also, I'm certain I've lost circulation in my wrists now.”

The boy flexes his fingers, accidentally brushing Leo's where they're tied behind his shell. He just fights a shiver. “Y-Yeah,” he clears his throat. “Yeah. As far as kidnappings go, this is one of the most uncomfortable. If I lose a finger because someone got too eager with knots, I'll sue.”

The boy snorts. “You'll sue them for that but not the beating and kidnapping?”

Leo shrugs, jostling the ropes again. Man, this is uncomfortable. “What can I say? A turtle has standards.”

The boy snickers. “Well, should this ever happen again, I shall refer my kidnappers to you for constructive criticism.”

Leo barks a laugh. “Trust me, buddy, I know what I'm talking about.”

“Considering our predicament, I'm not sure that's something to be bragging about.”

“That's how I cope.”

“Then you should see a professional.”

“Ugh, you sound like my brother.”

“He sounds like a wise turtle.”

“You haven't met him. He's an asshole.”

The boy chuckles, and another silence falls, lighter than the last. Leo takes the time to look around their temporary prison. The back of the loaded pick-up truck, loaded with all manner of junk from useless to semi-useful, boxes them in close enough for Leo to feel claustrophobic. Small drilled holes shed little light but offer a generous amount of air so they don't suffocate before the transfer. Wherever or whenever that is. 

How long has it been since they were caught and stuffed in here? Hours? Maybe a day? Leo couldn't check even if he did have his phone.

The guys are gonna kill me.

(Unless these Yokai kill you first) a nasty voice whispers. Leo shakes his head and buries the thought deep with every other bad thought. 

Focus. They need to get out of here. The bastards had taken Leo's swords and shuriken and the other boy's sick-looking katanas. There has to be something in here they can use, right? A mystic buzz-saw? A piece of broken glass—?

A sheen catches his eye. Leo whips his head to find it—

His face drops.

“... Hey, um... how long have our swords been sitting there?”

The boy jolts, twisting and pulling the ropes to follow Leo's eyes. Leo wheezes, but the rabbit pays no heed and gapes at their swords resting innocently against the far wall. “Seriously? Seriously.”

Leo rolls his eyes. “Rule number two of kidnapping: don't leave sharp things or your captives' weapons within reach or view of said captives.”

“Sorera no baka!”

“Agreed.” He cranes his neck to grin at the rabbit, firmly ignoring how close their noses are and wow, his eyes are so pink, nearly red but softer. “What say we blow this popsicle stand, my good man?”

The rabbit blinks those big pink eyes. “I'm not sure what that means, but if it involves leaving, certainly.” He grins back, flashing two adorably big front teeth—

Oh, Leo is screwed.

He clears his throat again—is it hot in here, why's he so sweaty?—and turns around. “Cool! Cool cool cool. Alright, let's do this, uh... Can you stand?”

Lucky for them, the goons had bound their hands but not their ankles, so getting up is—not easy but manageable with minimal noise. It's easier still to shuffle towards their conveniently placed weapons and crouch low enough for them to start cutting away at the ropes. So far, so good.

Leo sawed away, the rabbit keeping an ear out for commotion outside. Halfway through, Leo swallowed what (stupid, stupid) pride he had left and spoke up. “Um... so, I think I should apologise.”  

The rabbit twitched. “Hm?”

Leo bit his lip. God, he hates this. “I mean, y'know... for getting us into this mess. I don't know why these guys are after you, but if it weren't for me, you'd have probably gotten away safe. I just... I was trying to play the 'cool hero' again to think 'hey, maybe this is a dangerous situation and getting caught would be a very bad thing!', y'know? I'm workin' on it, but...”

Another silence. Leo saws away and ducks his head. 

Then the bunny huffs. “I will admit, watching teleport and deciding not to use it to get us out of there was not your best idea.” 

Leo wilts like a flower, but the bunny isn't done. 

“However, I will also admit that I could have run from the fight instead of trying to tackle six bounty hunters alone.” He chuckles mirthlessly. “My sensei always told me my pride would be my downfall.” 

Leo almost stops sawing. He looks over his shoulder to find the bunny looking back, an awkward smile on his face. Face hot and chest warm with something new, Leo mirrors it. “Guess there's something we both need to work on,” he says.

The bunny snickers and Leo is sure he's not imagining the pink dusting on furry freckled cheeks. “Indeed. Perhaps, fates permitting...” he shrugs, “we could work on it together?”

Oh, sweet Hot Soup in the sky this is the best day of my life!

“Y-Yeah!” Leo squeaks—shit—then clears his throat. “Yeah. Yeah, we could, uh, totally do that! For sure.”

“Good. Also, I... I never caught your name.”

“Oh! Uh, it's Leonardo, but everyone calls me Leo. Or Leon, or Lee, or Nardo, but mostly Leo.” Shut the hell up mouth, you're embarrassing me! “W-What's your name?”

And there's that dorky stupid smile again. “Miyamoto Usagi.”

Again, Leo mirrors it just as the ropes finally snap. “Usagi. Cool.”

When the goons finally come to check on their cargo, they only have time to gawk as the turtle and the rabbit, grinning wide and cheeky, fall through the floor in a flash of blue.

Leo finds his phone blown up with several missed calls, worried texts and voice mails, and a new number in his contacts.

Not a bad first impression after all.

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[frogtanii]

iwaizumi was... overwhelmed, to say the least.

the past few days had been such a whirlwind of change that hajime could barely properly process, much less appropriately react to it all, so he behaved much like a zombie, saying yes when prompted, signing papers when told, and packing up what was his entire life for the past 11 months.

wow. iwaizumi collapsed on his bed as he scanned his now barren bedroom. he’d been here for almost a year and yet, all his belongings were in boxes within a couple of days.

hajime couldn’t keep the disbelieving chuckle from escaping his chest as he leaned back on his bed, dark brown eyes trained on the ceiling.

it felt like he’d spent such a large chunk of his life trapped in this house, under the foot of the woman who he thought he’d marry but in reality, he’d been in little leagues longer than he’d been in love.

iwaizumi scoffed and rolled his eyes. yeah, “in love”. it’d been about a week since his whole life started to unravel and he had hardly seen, let alone spoken to meiko throughout that entire time.

over text, she’d sworn up and down that she loved and cared about him but as she passed by him packing his things a few days ago, she’d barely spared him a second glance.

hajime wasn’t going to lie. it hurt. he’d opened his heart up to her, something he didn’t do easily, and she’d taken his trust and used it to twist him into her weapon.

he always believed he was stronger than this — he’d never forget his mother telling him so when he was younger. he had fallen and scraped his knee yet he refused to cry to keep from upsetting his mom. iwaizumi existed to live up to what his mother thought of him but here he was, completely enveloped in meiko’s shit, doing her dirty work and following her bidding like some mutt.

god, toorū was right. he really was her bitch.

“i could hear you thinking from down the hall, iwa-chan.” speak of the devil...

oikawa stood at his doorway, leaning against the frame with a posture that seemed relaxed at first glance but if you looked a little closer, you’d notice the tenseness in his shoulders and the tightness of his smile.

hajime quickly sat up on his bed before motioning for his old friend to enter. “uh, yeah,” he began, his voice cracking a little from disuse, “i have a lot to think about.”

the light haired brunette let out an understanding hum before wandering into the room, sharp observant eyes darting to look at all the empty walls. “looks like you’re all packed.”

“pretty much,” iwaizumi nodded before the room fell into an awkward silence, the two childhood friends completely avoiding one another’s eyes.

“look, i-“

“iwa-chan, i’m-“

they both paused for a moment before bursting into laughter, the sound carrying into the hall and throughout the house.

hajime wiped a few stray tears from his eyes, shaking his head at their awkwardness. “you first, shittykawa.”

toorū gasped in halfhearted mock offense before quickly sobering up, training iwaizumi with a completely serious look. “i’m sorry and before you go on some bullshit, self sacrificing rant, you’re not the only one to blame for what happened to our friendship.”

he sighed while making his way to iwaizumi’s bed, sitting down gently beside him. “i should’ve known better, okay? i shouldn’t have let my jealousy and insecurities get in between us but i guess i got swept up in the attention, yknow? meiko is actually charming when she wants to be.”

iwaizumi nodded in agreement, knowing all too well how compelling meiko could be. the room fell into a more comfortable silence as both boys escaped into their thoughts, questions about the future of their friendship flitting throughout their minds.

“oh!” oikawa was pulled out of his own head at hajime’s exclamation, his eyes moving to observe his friend dig through his pockets to procure a thick white envelope. “here. i’d like you to give this yn.”

all toorū could do was nod, his brain short circuiting at the sight of iwaizumi’s apparent kindness to the woman he tormented for so long. “uh, what’s in it?” he ventured to ask, his soft hands toying with the sealed envelope flap.

a soft chuckle came from across the bed. “don’t be so nosy toorū, just give it to her, yeah?” oikawa rolled his eyes but obliged, the bed creaking as he stood to his feet.

“so... this is it, huh?” it was like the reality of the situation was just now sinking in — they hadn’t been close in a while but iwaizumi was still his best friend and he wasn’t quite ready to let him go.

they’d been through so much together, practically growing up together and now, they’d only see each other on holidays, if even then, and then he’d never be invited to hajime’s wedding as his best man as they’d planned and he also wouldn’t be the coolest uncle/godfather of iwa’s children and—

“fuck no,” hajime scoffed with a bright grin on his face. “thought you were gonna annoy me til the end of time shittykawa. don’t tell me you’re quitting your job now.”

the hidden meaning behind iwaizumi’s words brought tears to oikawa’s eyes and before he could stop himself, he launched his body into iwa’s arms. hajime hesitated, his hands stuttering at toorū’s sides as though he’d forgotten how to hug but the feeling passed, his arms winding around his friend’s lithe waist.

“‘m gonna miss you hajime,” oikawa’s voice came out as a broken whimper, his arms tightening around his shoulders.

iwaizumi hummed instead of responding, too afraid of his voice cracking under the weight of his emotions. they stood there for a moment but the honk of the moving truck outside signaled the both of them of their limited time.

hurriedly, oikawa wiped the tears off his cheeks before waving awkwardly at iwaizumi as he left the room with a friendly, “don’t be a stranger.”

and then he was gone.

toorū finally allowed himself to collapse into sobs on his best friends empty bed, his palms pressing into his eyes as he sat there and just let himself feel.

apparently, he wasn’t crying very quietly because it took only a few moments for you to find him, your soft footsteps alerting him to your presence. oikawa scrambled to wipe away what he knew was an unattractive mixture of tears and snot as you got closer.

you were one of the last people he wanted to see him like this.

“hey,” you whispered, standing a few feet away from him. “um, i know this is probably a bad time but i just wanted to thank you for apologizing? back at the awards show?”

toorū sniffed as he looked up at you with confusion written on his face. “what? you shouldn’t thank me for apologizing. ‘s common courtesy.”

you laughed softly, nodding in agreement. “well, not always. so, thank you.” finished with your piece and not too keen on lingering where you weren’t wanted, you moved towards the door but were swiftly stopped before you got there.

“um, here. it’s from iwa-chan.” you gaped at the thick envelope oikawa was handing you before taking it and opening it, a low curse falling from your lips.

inside the package was a dense wad of cash, more money than you’d seen in months. accompanied with it was a letter, written in beautifully loopy handwriting.

you shut it quickly before oikawa could see, stuffing the envelope deep within your pocket where you could access it alone in the depths of your room.

“do you wanna come eat? last i heard, bokuto and tsumu were doing a cooking competition and i’m sure it’ll be fun to watch.” you were severely thrown off by the money and letter but you were determined to show toorū that you’d accepted his apology and were on your way to making amends.

he gave you a shy nod and trailed behind you to the kitchen, the loud sounds of fire and screaming coming from down the hall. you wanted to focus on the fun and merriment but the envelope was practically burning a hole in your pocket.

later that night, you finally got the chance to open the letter and read it, your former manager’s words bringing tears to your eyes.

dear yn,

i’m probably the last person you expected to hear from. you probably didn’t want to hear from me at all if i’m being honest and i don’t blame you. i know there is nothing i can say that could make up for what i’ve done to you but i’d like to try.

i’m sorry. those words don’t nearly express in and of themselves how truly remorseful i am but they needed to be said. there’s no excuse for how i treated you — not meiko, not my stress, absolutely nothing.

you deserved my common decency and respect and i didn’t give that to you. instead, i abused my position and made your life hell. i’ll never forgive myself for that.

uh, i bet you’re wondering what the money is? i promise i’m not trying to pay you off, it’s just all the money i’ve denied you since you moved here. i have a lot of wrongs to right and this is one of them.

sorry, i’m not very good with words but i just wanted you to know that i’m very sorry for everything that i’ve done. and i’m in no place to make demands or anything but i just wanted to ask if you’d keep an eye on oikawa for me.

he’s strong but he’s also vulnerable. he might be a pain in my ass but he’s my best friend and since i can’t keep him from drowning, i was wondering if you’d do that - not for me but for him.

anyways, this letter is shit but i suppose you get the gist. use the money for whatever you want and if you’re as unselfish as i’ve heard, you don’t owe me anything. you don’t owe me money, kindness, or forgiveness.

take care of yourself,

iwaizumi hajime

℗ poker face

so... this is it

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Along for the Ride PT 1

Pairing: KirishimaxF!Reader

Summary: A drunken mistake had you marking the little Plus One box to your snobby cousin's wedding. Kirishima told you not to worry, if you couldn't find a date, he'd go with you. When the wedding gets moved up, there's absolutely no time to find a date and you're now about to be traveling to America with Kirishima on a private jet no less, dreading having him meet your rude and impossibly arrogant family.

Contains: Kirishima and Reader both come from very well-off families. Plus-Sized Reader. Fluff. Hurt/Comfort.

Warnings: Kinda smutty for a minute. Minors DNI. Drunken Sex. TW: Manipulative Family Relationships. TW: Body Image Issues

A/N: This story has been rolling around in my head for a while now. I might rewrite this and repost. Or I might just post the whole thing soon. I dunno yet. It does get smuttier.

Word Count: 4,974

"What's up with Y/N?"

Eijiro stepped out of the locker room with a towel slung over his shoulder and made his way into the kitchenette where Mina was chugging a bottle of water before getting back to her patrol. His eyes were trained on their mutual friend out on the patio, pacing.

You had your phone pressed to your ear, the high neck of your hero costume unzipped to your collarbone and he noticed your gloves discarded on a chair.

"No clue." Mina shrugged. "She got back from patrol and she noticed a bunch of missed calls from her mom. She's been out there, flailing on the phone for the last fifteen minutes now."

The three of you had met in your second year at UA when you transferred into their class and were quickly accepted by their little squad of friends. You were a bit quiet at first but quickly found comfort in the group. Eijiro had grown especially close to you when you both interned with Fat Gum.

Late nights traveling on the train back to school, a few close calls while helping patrol, and days spent playing cards while you both healed up in the hospital left plenty of time for Eijiro to get to know you better than most. It was how he knew you had a pretty bad relationship with your family, why you hated returning home for the holidays almost as much as you hated any and all forms of tomatoes.

He considered going out there just to see if there was anything he could do but before he had the chance, you were sliding the glass door open. "Oh, good, you're back." He offered you a bottle of water for your throat that he assumed was sore after that argument. "I- um- can I borrow you for a second? Alone?"

Mina snorted a laugh. "If you guys wanna bang it out on the counter you can just say so. I gotta go to work anyways."

Eijiro threw the towel at her as she left the room leaving you two alone. "What's goin' on?"

You hoisted yourself up on the countertop while he leaned against the fridge. "You remember my cousin's wedding that's happening this winter?"

He nodded. He vividly remembered the both of you getting waste a few weeks ago when you were filling out the RSVP and accidentally marking 'plus one'. Then you ran around trying to find White Out but he'd told you if you didn't find a date or have a significant other by the time of the wedding, he'd just go with you.

You argued that your family was bat shit crazy, had more money than they could spend in their lifetime and because of that, they were among some of the rudest people you knew, and you didn't want Eijiro or anyone else around that.

The thing was, Eijiro already knew that and was still okay with going. He came from money too. A lot of it. His family was just more welcoming than yours, the wealth never really going to their heads. But, he reminded you that he'd ran into enough people like those in your family that he knew how to handle them. You finally agreed to let him accompany you, leaving the plus one box checked but the name line blank.

"Well, my cousin just found out that surprise, she's pregnant! And, obviously, she can't have a wedding while seven months along so they've decided to move the wedding up to this weekend."

He nearly choked on his own spit. "This weekend? As in four days from now?"

"Yup! Saturday at 4 in the evening. Oh! No one's supposed to know she's pregnant either. So, I'm just supposed to compliment her on how flattering her dress looks, how thin she is," Your hands strangled the water bottle between them, "And I have to find something flattering to my figure because my mother has seen me in my hero outfit and she's so glad I wear a mask because if anyone knew her daughter ran around looking like I do, well, it'd ruin her!"

You massaged your temples circling back to the actual point, "Anyways, I just wanted to bitch for a sec and let you know you're off the hook since four days is just a little short notice and I told her my plus one wouldn't be able to get the time off that fast."

He pushed off the fridge. "Well, wait, hang on! I'm not letting you go in alone to deal with them! Hell no! You need backup!" You looked almost taken aback by his abruptness, "Yeah. I can work this out. Is the wedding at the same place it was supposed to be or has it moved?"

"No, it's still that fancy lodge in California. I was planning on leaving Friday morning and then coming back either Sunday night or Monday morning since my mother insists I go to their brunch the following day. But, Eijiro, I already have this weekend off..."

"Denki owes me a favor or twelve. He's supposed to be off this weekend too, I'll just see if he can cover me."

"And if he can't?"

"Then..." He pressed the back of his hand to his forehead, "Y/N, am I feeling warm to you? I think I might be starting a fever!"

You folded your arms, shaking your head, "Thought you said lying isn't manly."

"Technically, correct. But, what would be real unmanly is for me to let you deal with your family's bullshit all alone." You watched him closely, "To be honest, I'm sure we could just explain you had a family thing come up and asked me to come along for moral support. I don't really think anyone would think twice about it. Hell, you took a few days off to console me when my turtle died suddenly!"

"Eiji, you refused to eat."

"And you brought me my favorite dumplings! Same thing!"

You might have shaken your head at him but your arms opened wide. The telltale sign you wanted affection. He walked forward, consuming you in a tight hug. Your arms latched around his neck, face buried in the hollow of his throat. "You're the best."

"I just do what I can."

>>><<<

You should have canceled. Instead of Eijiro faking sick to get out of work, you should have faked it with your mother so you didn't have to go in the first place. You crumpled to the floor of your bedroom in pure frustration amidst the twenty or so outfits and dozen pairs of shoes you'd thrown out of your closet trying to find something that your mother would deem appropriate.

It wasn't your fault you had a fuller figure. You worked out, ate right, not to mention your job kept you very active, and yet your, hips, ass, and breasts were by no means subtle.

Your mother had also insisted on the dress being floor-length and modern, "Do try not wearing all black. It's a wedding, not a funeral. And, get your hair looking natural, please." And, just like that, 70% of your wardrobe was out the window!

"It's open!" You called from the floor when the doorbell rang.

"You really should lock this." Mina tutted, walking through the door with a bag full of takeout.

"I do. At night."

"Honey, it's 9 PM."

"Night like bedtime."

Mina just rolled her eyes and walked into your tiny kitchen. "I see the dress hunt is going well."

"I actually figured it out!" You got off the floor, careful not to step on a heel as you made your way to the pink haired woman, "I'm just gonna go in my birthday suit. I figured, my mother made my body technically therefore she can't disapprove of it. Because, you know, she's never done anything wrong in her life!"

Your best friend snorted out a laugh and passed you the take-out container stuffed full of stir fry. "you're a wonderful person, you know that?" You loved the fact Mina didn't even have to ask what you wanted.

"If you'd just move closer to work then you could pick it up yourself and I wouldn't have to bring it to you."

"Too expensive." You declared after a mouthful. "You pay almost twice as much as I do per month and I just don't see the point. I have damn near the same amount of space you do for half the cost!"

You adored your small one-bedroom apartment. It was perfect. Right above a bakery that you visited each morning after your run and a little balcony that provided you with the most stunning view of the sunset.

"You and Kiri, I swear." Mina just shook her head and curled up with her food on the loveseat. "I thought he'd end up with the biggest house out of us all the moment we started making that real Pro money. You've seen his parent's house. It's massive! You could get lost in that place!"

Eijiro's place was barely bigger than your own. He lived in the same condo he had since you'd graduated UA, claiming it was perfect for him in each and every way. But, you knew that he donated a sizable amount of his paycheck every month to charities, the same as you. With savings to spare, neither of you saw the point in hoarding it and therefore the small condo was all he could afford with what he actually kept.

"Just don't understand how a guy that big can live in such a tiny little space. At least with you, it's you know, physically feasible."

Eijiro's bedroom was barely large enough to fit the king-sized bed the man needed to sleep comfortably and even then, his feet were dangerously close to dangling off the bed. And, as if the man's ears were burning, your cell phone went off under a pile of discarded shoes.

Shark-E: Figured out your dress situation? If not, I'm just gonna pack like ten different ties and hope for the best.

You: Yeah! I totally did! I'm just gonna wear this birthday suit I got and call it a night.

You chuckled at your own joke all over again. Watching the grey ellipses appear and then vanish, appear and vanish again. After a third time, you took pity on the man.

You: Joking, Ei. I still don't have it figured out but Mina's over so, hopefully, she can help.

Shark-E: Gonna give me a damn heart attack! Seriously, I wouldn't put it past you just to see the look on your mom's face. Tell Mina hi and good luck to you. I vote the dress from the Hero Gala two years ago.

You: Hi from Mina. Can't. Too much boobs.

Shark-E: You take that back right now! There is NEVER such a thing as too much boobs!

You chuckled to yourself, putting your phone down, and then finished off the last of your delicious dinner, thinking about the dress Eijiro mentioned.

You wondered if maybe there was a way you could make the thing work but it was so very low cut. So much tape had been used to make sure no slips happened but damn was it worth it! The beaded bodice with the sparkling long sleeves, gods, how you loved that dress.

"I'm inclined to agree with our shark boy. You're busty, who gives a damn. You looked hot as hell in that dress."

"My mother, that's who. As much as I'd like to not give a flying fuck what she thinks, for some dumb reason, I do. On top of her telling me that the amount of cleavage I would show would be vastly inappropriate for a wedding, she'd also say the way it hugs my hips makes them look too fat."

Mina rolled her eyes. "She's such a piece of work." Pushing herself up, she held her arms out to you, wiggling little pink fingers for you to take. "Come on then. Let's get you sorted."

"What about that one you wore to the charity art thingy with Kyoka last winter? The one with the silver top."

"Silver is too close to white." You called out from within your closet.

"What! Not true!"

"You know that. I know that. Every person with two brain cells knows that, which is why most of my family does not know that."

"Fine..." She whined and started sifting through the opposite end of your closet. "Oh, what about this?" Mina waved about the blue and green plaid skirt that made up your uniform from your middle school days when you lived in America. "Please try this on. I'm begging!"

You were pretty sure it wouldn't even go over your thighs anymore.

"It's got a better chance of fitting you!"

Mina threw it at you anyway. Slipping off the sweats you wore, somehow, someway, you were able to tug it on AND get it zipped, barely. It no longer covered your ass but you still enjoyed the way it swished around when you wiggled your hips.

"You could be fulfilling so many people's fantasies right now." Mina mused.

You pulled the skirt off and sweats back on, throwing the former back at her. "Yeah, you can take it and go fulfill Hanta's fantasies if you like. Not like I've got anyone to impress." You pulled down a dress you bought on sale a year ago but Mina was quick to dismiss it.

Too puffy, she said and then held up one that was from Momo. "I needed to get it shortened and I don't have time for that now."

"Wait..." She hummed and dropped the Momo dress. "I know what it should be!"

Mina hurried through the closet, grumbling about not finding it. "Just tell me which dress and I can tell you where it's at."

"It's that one you got for grad night and then you got sick and couldn't go!"

"Mina, Mina I can't wear that! That's actual vintage, not like, made-to-look-vintage!"

"But it's so elegant and has that off-the-shoulder sleeve thing. The wedding is at a damn sky lodge! It'll look so pretty in the snow! Ah! Found it!"

She yanked up the long, elegant gown from the garment bag you'd never removed it from. There wasn't a single wrinkle in the burgundy fabric. It looked just as beautiful as the day you found it in that second-hand store, on a mannequin with gaudy stage jewels that you just had to buy so the look was complete.

You ran the back of your hand over the velvety fabric, soft to the touch. "It'll be too tight now. If I was the same size I was at graduation-"

"Bullshit!" Mina cut you off with a dismissive hand, "You've got hips now. We aren't 18 anymore! It's not like it's some clubbing dress. And I bet no one would say a damn thing about your figure if they knew how easily you could crush them with those thighs!"

A smirk tugged at the corner of your lips. Without quirks, you gave every single one of your classmates a run for their money in hand to hand. Most were fairly easy to beat. You could usually take down Eijiro in about five or six minutes and Katsuki in half the time. Funny enough, it was Ochaco that gave you the hardest time.

"I'll consider it. But help me find something else just in case."

>>><<<

It was another two hours before you finally agreed on an a-line, empire waist green and gold number that had been the bridesmaid's dresses for Tetsutetsu's wedding. Mina thought they were a crime the first time they had to wear them, she had no idea what you were thinking.

That's why the moment you were preoccupied with trying to find yet another dress for the Sunday brunch, Mina pulled out her phone.

You: DO NOT, under any circumstances, allow Y/N to wear the green dress. She's bringing two because she can't decide. Red is the winner!

Jaws: Aw, come on. If she likes it, let her wear whatever she's comfortable in. She'll be under enough stress already.

You: Kirishima, it's the dress from Tetsu's wedding. The one that looks sparkly baby food.

It took him a second to respond.

Jaws: Alright. Understood. I thought you guys looked good but damn, she hated that dress.

You: We all did.

Mina looked at the message chain again and couldn't help but asked, "Are we just gonna ignore the fact that you and Eiji are flying all the way to America, last minute, to attend a wedding together, even though you're not together?"

"We've flown to the states before."

"For work!" She sat up eagerly. "This is different, Y/N! This is a date and not just a, like, casual date but a wedding date!"

You poked your head out of the closet. "No, it isn't. This is a friend helping another friend who stupidly mismarked an RSVP." You corrected very plainly but Mina wasn't one to give up so easily.

She whined, dragging out your name, "You guys have been doing this thing for ages. Why do you have to be so stubborn about it all!"

"What's that supposed to mean!"

Mina started ticking off points on her fingers. "He was the first person you opened up to at UA. You saved his life when he was busy saving Katsuki's life second year. You spent all that time interning together, became sidekicks together. Went to America together for three whole months, ALONE, and you honestly expect me to think there's nothing between the two of you!"

The truth of it all was simple really; 17 year old you had a massive crush on Eijiro Kirishima. He was sweet, always listening to you, providing comfort when you needed it, and always encouraging you to push your limits. He was bright and honest, a little slow in the head from time to time but that made him all the more endearing.

He was also head over heels in love with Katsuki Bakugo.

It was why you never made a move. Never spoke a word of the feelings you harbored. You didn't dare to cross that line with him because you couldn't ever hold a candle to the explosive man.

In the three years Eijiro and Katsuki spent together, your brain finally started registering Eijiro as just a friend, nothing more, and certainly nothing less. You thought your heart had followed suit but it was becoming more and more apparent that wasn't the case. Because the night he showed up at your door, tears in his ruby eyes, every lock you put on your heart broke open.

The same way you couldn't hold a candle to Katsuki, Eijiro couldn't hold one to Izuku. You knew exactly what he was feeling even if you never intended to tell him. Too overcome with fear. If Katsuki came back... that'd be it. Eijiro would go back and you wouldn't even blame him!

Still, the redhead consumed a decent chunk of your heart though, you couldn't deny that after the three months you spent together in America, gathering intel on a smuggling ring, living in the same apartment. The groggy, 'good mornings' when his voice was still scratchy with sleep, hair falling in his eyes. The late nights bandaging wounds and killing cheap bottles of wine while watching terrible American reality shows.

It was those bottles of wine that did you in on your second to last night in America. Supplying you with courage and draining your sense of reason, allowing you to crawl onto his lap, into his arms. You could still remember the pressure of his lips on yours, those sharp teeth gently dragging along your lower lip.

Scared hands tracing the curve of your ass before taking handfuls to squeeze. The laugh that came from you was unlike anything you heard before, something so genuine that you couldn't reproduce.

How it felt when he lifted you up and took you to his bed, laying you down taking his time removing your clothes, and watching with awe as you pulled away his own. The way he looked over top of you, his hair a curtain of red around you just before you closed your eyes, gasping while he filled you.

You also remembered the guilt that crept into your head during the wee hours of the morning, the doubt that was louder than the snores coming from behind you.

It made you slip from under his massive arm, gather up your clothes from his floor, you tucked the blanket around him, and pressed a kiss to his temple before padding out of the room.

You told yourself you'd talk to him about it if he brought it up, but he never did. Not the next morning, or night, not on the plane ride back home, nor anytime since. It was a memory you'd hold close to your heart, one you wouldn't let slip away or share.

"There's nothing there, Mina. We're just good friends is all." You lied with a smile on your face, something that had become surprisingly easy to do.

If only you knew that Mina saw right through it. That Mina already knew the truth of it all.

>>><<<

It was nearly one in the morning when your phone rang. The goofy picture of Eijiro with face half painted at a festival a few years back never failed to make you grin.

"It's a little late." You answered by way of greeting.

"Don't pretend like you were anywhere close to sleeping, you little night owl."

Chuckling at the nickname that had followed you since high school, "What's up, Eiji?"

"I was going over flights. You said in the office that you wanted to leave on Friday?"

"Yeah. I have patrol tomorrow and I didn't find any flights after 6 PM so, Friday is the earliest."

He was quiet on the other line for a moment. "Yeah, you don't have patrol tomorrow, or work at all for that matter."

You sat up a bit straighter in bed. "Um, yes I do."

"No, you don't. I called Mina, asked her if you'd mind taking that shift for you and, since she knows what's happening, she agreed the extra day for travel would do you some good. So, she's covering you tomorrow then you're off work until next Wednesday. As for me, thanks to all that overtime I put in when Denki, Kyoka, and Hitoshi got married, the three of them are splitting up my days so I have until Wednesday too."

Eijiro sounded impossibly proud on the other line, you could almost see the smirk on his face. "You've got this all planned out, don't you?"

"And a bag nearly packed. Just need you to tell me what ties to bring."

"Gold, burgundy, and black."

"Thought your mom said no black for you?"

"She said no black for the wedding. She said nothing about black at the brunch!"

You couldn't wait to put on the tea-length dress that had been a favorite for years. Satin with a lacy top and, best of all, pockets.

He let out a rumbling laugh that fell off into comfortable silence as you laid back in your bed, lights still on, the room still a mess. You tapped the speaker icon and laid the phone on the pillow right beside your head, listing to the various sounds of Eijiro moving around.

A door creaking open, a hanger clattering against another, and a zipper. "And just like that, I'm all set."

"Don't forget your passport or hero license."

"I have one in my wallet and the other in my backpack."

You swiped up on your iPad, off Netflix, and going to google, lazily searching through flights. "So, did you find any good flights since you've clearly been looking?"

Another chuckle, "Eijiro, why are you laughing?" More stifled giggles had you sitting up in bed again. "Just tell me a site you were on. They're just flights, what's so funny?"

"There isn't a site."

"You said you were checking flights."

"And I was... on my family's jet."

"Eiji! No! No, no, no! That is supposed to be for their business or hero things! My stupid cousin's wedding is neither of those things!"

"Relax, Y/N. My family has multiple and they don't have any business trips planned right now anyways. I already cleared it with my mom. Seriously, I just mention your name and she's likely to let me have it for a whole year at least. Plus Todoroki's is back up in working order so the agency is covered too."

Damn, why'd he have to be so good at planning from time to time! You'd completely forgotten about the second jet his family had. Always opting for the larger one since the few missions they needed it for required them to bring fifty or so heroes along.

"Besides, if we fly private, we can land at an airstrip closer to the venue and won't need to drive four hours on top of a ten-hour flight."

"Alright, okay, thank you but, let me take care of the rental car, please. It's the least you can let me do."

"Deal. I just have one more question for ya."

"What's that?"

"Wanna leave tonight?"

You nearly dropped your damn iPad in shock. "Eijiro! What the fuck has gotten into you! It's the middle of the night!"

"I'm excited!" He boomed, "I haven't had a vacation in months!"

"I hate to break this to you, buddy, but this isn't going to be a vacation. You really shouldn't get your hopes up. This isn't going to be a good time with laughs and fun memories... my family, they just, they aren't those kinds of people."

"But we are." He stated matter-of-factly. "If they want to have sticks up their asses then let them! We'll have a good time on our own, laugh and make fun memories! So, what do you say, Y/N? I can be at your place in fifteen. I just gotta put shoes on and grab my keys..."

"Wait, hang on. Are you forgetting that we need someone to, oh, I dunno, FLY THE PLANE! Actually, we need two someone's, can't forget about a co-pilot!"

He hummed happily and you rubbed your temples. "You, you have a pilot and a co, don't you, Eiji?"

"Mhm! There is a company we use. Two can be at the hanger in an hour and every hour after that. I just have to make the call and get the flight plan approved which will be done before I even get to your house."

There was literally no reason to say no. You had mostly everything packed, nothing you needed to get from the store, all you had to do was put on pants and pack up your hygiene bag and you were ready too. Maybe getting there quicker and getting the whole thing over with would be better than staying home dwelling on everything.

"Better put your shoes on."

The glee in his voice, that was enough to make this whole thing worth it, "I'll see you soon."

>>><<<

Eijiro reached into the backseat and plopped a bag down on your lap the very moment you were buckled in. "Had to make a pit stop." He explained.

"It's after two in the morning, where'd you have to..."

"Just open the bag and don't complain."

You found it filled to the brim with all your favorite snacks.

"I'm sure the plane will have a bunch of snacks we can raid but I know for a fact they don't have these." He held up a pack of cookies and creme flavored pocky that had been his favorite for as long as you'd known him, quickly followed by your favorite flavor too. You also found a massive bag of gummy worms and jolly ranchers.

"So, what you're telling me is our teeth are going to rot by the time we land? Not that I'm complaining."

You ripped open the bag of ranchers knowing that was what he'd go for first and sure enough his hand dove inside just as he pulled away from the curb. You could hear his dangerously sharp teeth biting through the rock candy like it was nothing while you still rolled one around your mouth.

Eijiro asked you about the resort you'd be going to, wondering if you'd been there before or what other stuff you guys could do when you weren't dealing with your family. "I figured we could fly back Monday night or Tuesday morning, you know, just play it by ear in case there was anything else we wanted to do."

More than anything, you wished you could just leech a little bit of that excitement from him. The glimpses of his smile you caught as you drove under the street lights made your heart ache.

"What?" He asked with that wide smile of his. You'd been caught staring, red-handed.

"I, uh, I just don't know what to tell you."

You could see the subtle change of his grin, watch as it softened and his hand came to rest on your thigh. "Hey, it's gonna be fine! And if we run into them while out doing stuff, you can just avoid them or hide behind me!" At least hiding behind Eijiro is an easy thing to do, damn mountain of a man.

His thumb slowly brushed back and forth. "'S gonna be okay. I'll beat 'em up if they're assholes!"

You snickered at his Katsuki impression and let the drone of the radio fill the air around you both. Enjoying the silence the rest of the way to the hanger with Eijiro's hand atop your leg.

[tripleaxeldiaz]

congrats on 1.5k lovely!! u deserve it all and more! 🥳🥳 to celebrate, can i request 💃 + 75: kisses meant to distract the other person from whatever they were intently doing ?

KATE ILY SO VERY MUCH ENJOY THESE IDIOTS IN LOVE 🥰🥰🥰

(also on ao3)

“Oh no,” Ravi says — squeaks, almost — as he stares out of the locker room. He hasn’t looked this scared since — well, since the first time he dealt with Buck with a clipboard in his hands and a steely determination in his eyes.

“How does he always end up with one of those?” Hen says, looking over Ravi’s shoulder.

“Could we make a run for it?” Ravi whispers. “Hide out in the supply closet between calls?”

Eddie slams his locker door — not hard, just normally — and they both jump. “You know he’ll find you,” he says. He almost feels bad watching them deflate in defeat. “Best just to face him now.”

“Or,” Hen says as she turns towards him, a sweet but devious smile growing, “you could face him first for us.”

Ravi nods from behind her. “He likes you better anyway.”

“I should hope so.” Eddie looks over for himself and sees Buck talking very sternly with two new B shift probies, both of whom looked less pale during the high rise five alarm they faced a couple days ago.

He bites back a laugh. It’s kind of funny when you’re not the one on the business end of the clipboard.

“Fine,” he sighs back toward the other two. “But you guys are taking over my chores for the next week.”

“Deal,” Hen says. “You better hurry before Adams and Lazaro quit.”

He rolls his eyes as he heads toward the truck bay, coming up behind Buck as the probies scamper off with their tasks in hand, Buck’s yell of “I want those chairs in straight lines, you two!” following after them. Eddie places his hands on Buck’s hips, and when he whips around to face him, he can see curls coming out of their gelled hold and a flush high on Buck’s cheekbones he only gets when he’s genuinely stressed.

“There you are!” He doesn’t shake Eddie’s grip on his waist, but he brings the clipboard up right between them. “We still need to find the extra coolers and IV poles, and there should be an extra box of needles in the closet. Where are Hen and Ravi? I need them to go pick up the snacks, plus goody bags still need to be stuffed, and there’s also—”

Eddie doesn’t let him finish — he gently grabs his shoulders and pulls him forward, close enough to drop a kiss on his cheek, his nose, the other cheek, finally landing on his lips It’s gentle, just a reassurance, a reminder that Eddie is here to help and support him, even if he’s spiraling, and Eddie can tell this spiral is getting a little deep.

Thankfully, it doesn’t take long for Buck’s shoulders to relax underneath his palms, but there’s still something tensing his jaw when Eddie pulls away to look at him properly.

“Are you okay? You’re more drill sergeant-y than usual.”

Buck shrugs, and Eddie runs his hands down his arms to tangle their fingers together, ducking down to force him to meet his eye. “Buck,” he prods.

Buck sighs. “I’m fine.” He looks up, finally. “Just— Chimney ran this blood drive so well for so long, and he’s trusted me with it, and the pediatric hospital really needs us to hit our goal, and—“ He swallows, tips of his ears turning pink to match his cheeks. “I just want everything to go perfectly.”

Eddie pulls him in for another kiss, relieved to feel the hint of a smile against his lips. “It’s probably not going to be perfect,” he says as they break apart, and Buck looks close to murder again. “But,” he adds, “that doesn’t mean it won’t be great. You’re clearly putting your heart and soul into this. That’s what will make it a success.”

Buck scrunches his nose at him. “That was really cheesy.”

“I know,” Eddie smiles, “did it help?”

A matching smile. “Yeah.”

“Good.” Eddie kisses him one more time, for good measure, before peaking at the clipboard. “The coolers are out back, I’ll hose them down and bring them inside.”

“Thank you,” Buck says, standing taller and looking lighter. They both turn when they see Hen and Ravi come over, slowly, like they’re afraid to spook a sleeping bear.

“Hey guys,” Buck says in a distinctly less clipboard influenced tone of voice. “Do you mind doing a snack run? There’s an order of cookies ready at the store down the block, you should be able to get everything else there too.”

“Uh,” Hen says tentatively. “Sure?”

“Awesome, thanks so much for the help.” He checks the clipboard again, reaching out to squeeze Eddie’s hand one more time. “I’m gonna go find the extra needles, come find me when the coolers are set up?” Eddie nods and definitely does not preen at the sunny smile he gets in return.

But he does lean in to kiss Buck on the cheek again. “Love you,” he murmurs.

“Love you back,” Buck says. He disappears to the back supply closets, patting Hen and Ravi in the shoulders as he goes. They both gape after him for a minute before turning back to Eddie.

“You have got to teach us how to do that,” Ravi says.

“Sorry,” Eddie shrugs as he walks backward toward the garage door. “Husband privileges only.”

[infxrity]

♡ — Waking Them Up In The Middle of the Night to Tell Them About Your Weird Dream

a/n :: long ass title 😕 also I was scrolling through my google docs and remembered I thought of this like months ago. anyways reblog’s are very cool

featuring :: tsukishima kei, oikawa toru, sugawara koshi

warnings :: none

genre :: fluff, does this count as crack

wanna read more of my work? here is my masterlist

OIKAWA TORU !¡

“Psst Oikawa, wake up” You just woke up, the dream you had fresh on your mind and you were desperate to tell someone before you forgot. So you turned to your boyfriend Oikawa Toru, who was currently spending the night, and shook him awake. “Waaaake uuupp” It took a few moments but he finally did, looking up at you squinting and confused.

“[Name] are you okay? What time is it why are you up”

“Nothings wrong and it’s only 4 am, but do you want to hear about the dream I just had?”

He sighed pulling you in close, wrapping his arms around you and resting his chin on your head. “Go ahead but it better be interesting or I’m going back to sleep.”

Five minutes later and you were still telling Oikawa about your dream. He hadn’t said a single thing and you didn’t even know if he was still awake or if you were just talking to yourself. “...And then the girl finally realized the dogs were her old ones reincarnated so she was running back to the house to stop the police from trying to arrest them and apparently the dogs had powers because when she got there one of them threw a lightning bold at an officer”

“...”

“...don’t ask how.”

“Okay..? And what happened after that I’m invested”

“Well after that I woke up, so I guess we’ll never find out”

“Yeah no, go back to sleep, dream part two and then wake me up when that’s happened. I’m the meantime I’m going back to sleep, Love you”

Before you could even say “I love you too” he was already asleep again.

TSUKISHIMA KEI !¡

“Hey, now that you’re up do you want to hear about the dream I just had?” For the past three minutes you’ve been trying to shake Tsukishima awake, wanting to tell him about the weird dream you just had.

Tsukishima groaned and turned over facing away from you. “No I don’t please go back to sleep”

“Alright then, I’ll just tell it to myself out loud so that you happen to hear it”

He rolled his eyes giving in. “Alright fine, what was your dream? And make it quick it’s to early for this”

A little while later Tsukishima regretted his decision. He enjoyed hearing you talk about it even if he wasn’t acting like he was, however this dream was going on forever. No way you dreamt all this in the span of a few hours. He was trying to stop himself from drifting off and as soon as he almost gave in you were finally done.

“...And then some random girl appeared who was apparently there the whole time explained it was an escape room and they had to use the stuff in the boxes before running out..and then I woke up”

“I can’t believe I listened to that entire dream”

“I know I’m surprised too”

“I’m going back to bed, if you’re gonna stay up then don’t stay up too late”

“Wait don’t you want to hear about the dream I had before it changed to that one?”

“Sorry I can’t hear you I’m already asleep”

SUGAWARA KOUSHI !¡

“Hello?” Sugas tired voice picked up on the other line. You called your boyfriend Sugawara, wanting to tell him about the dream you just had although it was 2 am. You felt a little bad for waking him up this late at night but the desire to tell him about your dream was greater than the guilt.

“Sorry for waking you, but I have this really weird dream I want to tell you about”

He sighed, “this is the third time this week you’ve called me for this reason”

“I knoww and I’m sorry, but if I wait until morning I’ll forget”

“It’s fine they’re entertaining to an extent. Go ahead”

“So basically, this huge baby and even bigger stuffed bear were chasing me around a white room, but all of us were laughing so I’m guessing it was a game of tag or something”

He was silent for a moment. “...Is this some clever way of telling me you want a child”

“Well..no, but now that you mention children,,they’re so cute how can you tell me you don’t want one. If you say you don’t you’re lying-” but before you could even go on a full rant about having a child he interrupted you

“I’m going back to bed and in the morning we’re calling you a therapist. Sweet dreams, love you” before hanging up.

© infxrity don’t steal my work Tris and Bambi are watching

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[dirty-brainrot]

Jotaro Kujo i (pocky)

Did I just speedran 2 oneshots that's over 1k word in 3 hours? Yeah... this is big stuff for me...

Anyways Jotaro simps, come get your Jotaro and pocky food. Not before seeing this cursed image.

Saved these bad boys just for pocky day <3

☆

You smile to yourself as you stare at the last box of pocky that you managed to luckily buy. The other students from the store let out a disappointed sigh after hearing the store clerk announce that they have ran out of pocky. The one you got was a good old plain chocolate, you didn’t know what his preference is but you hoped that the chocolate was enough.

Stuffing the sweet chocolate breadstick into your schoolbag; you dashed out of the shop, away from the angry and sad teenagers. You walk towards the unusual quiet road to your school with a grin. “Hey. What are you smiling for?” Startled, you trip on a rock but thankfully the guy grabbed your collar which made you choke but at least you didn’t suffer the embarrassment of faceplanting. Looking behind you, you see the familiar face of the school’s bad boy, Jotaro Kujo. “Hey there, sploot!” You greeted the stand first causing Jotaro to click his tongue. “Ora!” The stand smiles, helping you get back to your footing and disappearing back to his owner.

“Yare yare daze… Watch where you’re going.” You pout and point at him. “If you didn’t startle me then I would’ve!” He looks at your pointed finger and continues walking, ignoring your angry protests. “Geez… Where’s your army of crazy lover girls?” The towering man shrugs. Grabbing a cigarette, he lights it up with the help of [Star Platinum]. “I don’t know and don’t care.” ‘Damn that’s hardcore… Killing your lungs and all.’ Thinking he probably wanted to be left alone; you stopped following him from behind and took the long way.

You looked at the sceneries as you walk, thinking of ways to put your plan into action. “Well… I hope he doesn’t reject me before I put it to motion…” Mumbling to yourself, you arrived at the school gates. Time sure does pass by quickly if you’re plotting something. With a little time to spare, you ran through the courtyard and changed your shoes into the indoor slippers provided in your lockers. Busy changing your shoes, Jotaro walks beside you and surprises you yet again. “Where did you go?”

You dropped your shoes and flinched by his sudden voice. “Gah! Jotaro stop doing that! Geez… For a big guy, you sure manage to startle me every time!” He stares at you with his resting bitch face, expectantly waiting for an answer. God, He sure does look intimidating with the sun behind him… “I left you behind and took the long way… Thought you wanted some time alone.” He shakes his head and took a step closer. “I thought one DIO’s loyal lackeys got to you… At least tell me if you’re going to take another path.” Unable to contain your giggle, you let out an airy laugh grabbing your shoes and placing them in your locker. “Is the big boy concerned?” You grin while his face became the opposite of yours. He glares at you and covers his face with the brim of his hat. “Well, thanks for your concern but it seems you’re forgetting that I’m a strong stand user like you!”

He walks away, ignoring you. You chuckle one last time and close your shoe locker and go on a search to find a familiar red-head. But before you could take your third step, the bell rang meaning the first period is starting. “Ah! I got so caught up with Jotaro that I didn’t realize the time!” You ran through the hallways even though running wasn’t allowed… ‘If no one sees me then I won’t get into trouble!’

★

Two periods had ended and still no sight of the cherry boy. It’s only logical since you don’t have classes with him until the 3rd and 5th periods. You did try your luck at looking for him in the school rooftops since he and Jotaro hung around there often.

Arriving at the highest floor of the school, you huffed. “Why are there so many stairs...” Grabbing onto the cold handle, you hear two voices behind the door. One belonged to Kakyoin and the other was from an unknown girl. Curious, you gently opened the door, using your stand to help remove the squeaking noise.

“I love you too, Kakyoin…”

And… they kissed. Connecting the pieces of conversation you got, it seems that the one who confessed was Kakyoin. ‘Well… that sucks…’ Dejectedly, you walk back down on the flight of stairs. Not in the mood to eat anymore you went behind the school where no one ever hangs around. You still have half an hour to burn through before the next subject starts. And when it does, it’s going to be hard to go through since Kakyoin is your seatmate.

You held in your tears. ‘It’s normal… no need to cry when he was never yours in the first place.’ Subconsciously, you rub your thumb on the edges of the pocky not knowing what to do with it. “Hey.” Not a flinch came out of you. “Oi.” He tries again which you answered to with a hum. Jotaro stood there in silence, trying to figure out what made you, all of the sudden, sad. Then he notices the box of pocky in your hands and understood the situation.

He sat beside you while you stare into your unopened box of pocky. “Are you going to open that or what?” Again, a meaningless hum came out of you. Growing frustrated by your attitude, he grabs the box from your hands causing you to snap back and look at him with beady eyes. “Tsk. If you’re not going to open it then I will.” He waits for you to show some sort of protest but you just nodded and looked away into the distance.

“…” He tears the upper part of the box open and grabs the packet inside, opening it too.

“Hey, do the pocky thing with me.” As you were about to mindlessly nod, you stopped yourself and realized what he had said. “E-excuse me?” You turned your head to face him but you were met with a pocky stick poking your lips. “Do the pocky challenge with me.” Hesitantly, you agree. There wasn’t anything to lose, so you went for it.

He connects his lips to the other end and began chewing away. You nibbled at your end too, feeling your cheeks heat up from the close proximity. Then only a few more nibble

Chu!

He took a large bite and went in for the kiss. Your eyes widen by the huge bite but you closed your eyes to savor the kiss. Despite being a huge menacing man, he had the softest and gentle kisses. He took the sweet stick out of your mouth. The taste of cigarettes blended with the taste of chocolate and the thin breadstick. After a while you pulled away, running out of breath but after a few inhale of breaths; you grabbed the collar of his gakuran and pulled him in for another kiss this time, rougher.

You both pulled away shortly, breathing heavily. Jotaro huffs and lets out a small chuckle. “Am I better than the boy that you were confession to?” You laughed, still out of breath. “Maybe. But this doesn't help me when he's seats beside me at the 4th period... heh.”

Jjba Pocky Day Special: Josuke

[fandomlit]

neutral, chap. 2 (dream smp x reader)

series summary (in game!au) when an exiled tommy finally rebels against a manipulative dream, he finds safety in neutral territory, a place owned and guarded by you. staying in your safe haven opens up the younger one’s eyes to your way of life, while also revealing your deeper past before neutral; a past that involved a war for your love.

chapter summary tommy learns a little bit more about your relationship with dream before spending his day with ghostbur, exploring neutral territory and learning of the war that sparked its creation.

warning mentions of war, violence, and injuries

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gif cred belongs to @chillcrafting

“you have a package, y/n!” ghostbur called out just as you placed tommy’s breakfast in front of him. the ghoul’s words went completely ignored by tommy, whose gaze was solely focused on the beautiful stack of pancakes placed in front of him.

y/n smiled to herself. “you can bring it in, bur. i know who it’s from.” she shuffled syrup and butter over to tommy just as ghostbur came in with the fateful package.

tommy was already half way through scarfing down the stack of pancakes when y/n managed to open the package, ghostbur gazing over her shoulder. she took out a note set atop of the contents.

she read aloud, “y/n, i’m sorry i haven’t properly stopped by in a while. my work requires much of my undivided attention right now, which i’m sure you understand. please work your magic for me with the clothes included, and i will be sure to drop by for them and a meal soon. there are a few extra gifts included for you. i hope tommy isn’t burdening you. signed dream.”

“i’m not a burden!” tommy spoke offendedly through a mouthful of pancakes.

“you’re right, tommy,” y/n hummed, handing him a napkin to wipe some syrup off of his chin. “you’re perfect company.” tommy smiled to himself as he finished off his stack of pancakes. y/n sighed to herself, “clay really knows how to ruin a good piece of clothing..”

“so you and dream are close, y/n?” tommy grumbled, picking up his glass of milk.

she shrugged. “as close as you can be with someone you barely see.” she placed his battered clothes to the side, sighing again when she saw the rest of the contents of the box. tommy didn’t realize this, continuing with his questions.

“i remember that he respected your territory when he stepped into it,” he recalled. “he was going to kill me, but then he realized he was in neutral.”

y/n nodded. “when i made claimed this territory as neutral, i made a deal with everyone: i would mend and tailor anything you needed as long as you respected my territory as neutral.” she held up a box of diamonds and a smaller box of netherite to tommy’s view, making his mouth drop open with surprise. y/n held out another napkin to him for the milk that had sputtered out of his open mouth while ghostbur laughed into his hand. “clay is the only one who still tries to pay me.”

“with netherite?!” tommy exclaimed, letting out a surprised laugh.

y/n shrugged, seemingly not phased by the generous gift. “the nether..” she shook her head, placing the valuable materials onto the table, “is not a place i like to go. and most of this will probably be going toward dream’s armor, anyway.” she sighed, placing the gifts back into the box and laying the tattered shirts on top of them. “trust me, he’s still too kind for his own good with these sorts of materials.”

“how much netherite does that man have?” ghostbur scoffed, looking at how much was contained in the box.

“probably quadruple that amount,” y/n chuckled. “he has far too much free time.”

“and he doesn’t even spend it with you,” ghostbur sighed, shaking his head with a goofy smile.

“i know!” y/n spoke sarcastically before laughing out. she closed the box and set it under the table. “i’ll deal with that later. do you want any more pancakes, tommy?”

“no, i’m stuffed,” the teen yawned. “but thank you.”

she nodded. “well, then how about ghostbur shows you around the territory today?”

the boys perked up immediately. “really?”

“yeah,” she laughed, taking tommy’s empty plate. “you two can take the day to explore and have fun. go be a kid, kid.”

tommy excitedly looked up to his ghost friend. “fancy a game of ultimate tag?”

“you’re gonna get crushed,” ghostbur laughed before they both ran out of the house, laughing. y/n smiled.

“oh! i should make them lunch..”

...

“how big is this place?” tommy laughed after a few rounds of tag. they had found their way to a pond in a forested area, tommy deciding his knee needed a break after all of their running. 

“it’s bigger than you think,” ghostbur assured, making sure to keep an appropriate distance from the water as they sat along the small shore. “y/n claimed the territory before l’manberg, so there really wasn’t any need for a turf war of any sorts for what she settled.”

“how long has she lived here?” tommy questioned.

ghostbur shrugged. “almost two years, i think. she’s made quite the life for herself since.” more to himself, he muttered, “god, has it really been that long since it happened?”

“since what happened?” tommy asked, leaning closer to his friend with sparkling, curious eyes.

ghostbur sighed, “i’ll admit, i don’t remember too much.. but i know there was a fight. one of the first wars of our time, and it was all over y/n.”

“they were fighting for her?” tommy spoke with confusion. “she’s not an object.”

“very good, tommy,” ghostbur prided, patting his friend on the shoulder. “you’re right, she’s not. that’s why y/n left her original home and sought to create neutral territory; to end the fighting and create a place where peace could reign. in exchange, she’d offer her goods and services.”

“so they were fighting over her for her skills,” tommy understood. ghostbur made a face. “..or not?”

“both sides obviously wanted her skills, but i think y/n tends to neglect the fact that they were all madly in love with her,” ghostbur sighed, shaking his head.

tommy raised his eyebrows. “a crime of passion, eh?” he joked, making them both laugh out before he asked, “who was it?”

“let me think,” ghostbur sighed, tapping his chin. “i know one was dream, but the other.. i think it was-”

“boys! lunch is ready when you are!”

tommy turned back to ghostbur. “well? who?”

ghostbur shook his head. “sorry, tommy, i don’t remember that far. that’s as much as i can tell you.”

tommy couldn’t help but fel disappointed, but he knew he couldn’t blame his friend. “that’s alright, ghostbur. let’s go get lunch before y/n comes looking for us.”

...

after lunch and an insistent rematch of tag, ghostbur and tommy made their way to the organized garden area.

“y/n grows anything you can imagine,” ghostbur bragged as tommy marveled as the fluorescent, beautifully natural area. “she’s been to nearly every biome to complete her garden.”

“you can grow cocoa?!” tommy exclaimed when he finally spotted y/n, who was swinging an axe at a low jungle tree.

“y/n found a way,” ghostbur shrugged, guiding tommy over to her. “hey, y/n!”

“hi, boys,” she smiled, plucking off the plant she had loosened from the tree. “was lunch good? im sorry i didn’t stay and chat.”

“it was delicious,” ghostbur complimented, tommy nodding in agreement as his mind drifted back to the mouth watering coleslaw and toasted sandwiches she had prepared.

“that’s good!” she smiled, placing the cocoa plant on the ground. “you boys may want to step back.” they did as told as y/n swung her axe over her head, splitting the cocoa clean in half and revealing the delicious beans inside of it. “voila!”

ghostbur clapped politely. “thank you,” y/n laughed, dropping her axe and picking up the split plant. “would you boys like a sample?”

“sure,” tommy shrugged, stepping forward with ghostbur. he picked out a few beans before popping them into his mouth. breaking through the semi-tough shell, the delicious, dark taste flooded his taste buds and made him nearly moan, as y/n’s food often did. he and ghostbur shared a look of satisfaction before he voiced, “oh, y/n.. they’re perfect.”

“that’s good,” she laughed before nudging her bucket closer to her and scooping the seeds out into it. “how has your day around the territory been?”

“entertaining,” tommy spoke before asking, “how did you get into gardening, y/n?”

y/n gave ghostbur a knowing smile before she answered the younger boy’s question, “i was tired of eating only meat and bread. gardening was a way to expand my diet to more than just carbs and proteins. also, it’s very calming.” they followed when she hiked up her bucket and moved to the next jungle tree.

“is it?” tommy questioned.

she affirmed with a nod. “it’s nice to be able to spend a day tending to things you made. the fruits of your own harvest are the sweetest, they say.” they watched as she knocked down another cocoa plant.

“they are,” tommy nodded solemnly, his mind drifting to a sadder, more familiar place. “that’s why i miss l’manberg.”

y/n was barely surprised by the boy’s open confession. she tossed her axe down again, going to place a hand on tommy’s shoulder. “i know you do, tommy, and i know it’s rough right now. but what we’re playing here is a waiting game; we’re waiting for a safe opportunity to get you home, and in the meantime, i’ll take care of you, kid.”

tommy offered you another nod and a smile. “we?”

y/n gave him a kind grin. “im going to help you as best as i can from where i am. and i know that’s not much from me, but i know that everyone deserves a home that they love. and you can’t get there alone, kid.”

“you’re right about that,” tommy sighed before looking into her kind eyes. “thank you, y/n. your help means a lot.”

she squeezed his shoulder. “of course, tommy. you and ghostbur go explore some more; try to keep your mind on the things you can control.” she picked her axe back up.

tommy looked to the pitying ghoul beside him before looking back to y/n, a new thought fresh in his mind. “can you teach me how to cook?”

y/n grinned as she lifted her axe over her head again. “of course i can, tommy.”

tommy smiled as she cracked open the plant. he looked back to ghostbur. “wanna go for a swim?” the ghost shot him a fearful look. “im kidding! im kidding, let’s go use some pigs for target practice.” they both began to walk off, chatting and giggling before tommy turned and called, “y/n!” she looked up attentively. “what’s for dinner?”

she smiled. “i was thinking ribs!”

tommy’s mouth watered at the thought. “oh my god, i can’t wait to learn how to cook..”

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