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briefinquiries · 11 months ago

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Tyler Owens x Reader: Read Between the Lines

Request: anonymous said: "I was wondering maybeeee if you could write some protective bf Tyler ( because i would be swooning ) maybe either someone keeps hitting on her so he steps in or someone maybe in another storm chasing crew is being mean so he steps in and defends her <3 idk"

Word count: 3.9k

Warnings: language, mild fighting i guess?? slight angst

A/N: sorry I haven't been posting as frequently! I started work up again and ya girl has been BUSY. Anyyywayyy, thank you for reading! please keep the comments coming! I love to see all your requests and I promise i'm getting to them as quickly as i can :)

“Need anything?” Tyler asked, leaning against the hood of the truck in a way that shouldn’t be as adorable as it is.

“I’m good,” you said, offering him a gentle smile before brushing a few loose strands of hair from your sticky forehead.

“You wanna come in with me then?”

You shook your head– the idea of sitting in a stale diner with no AC was just about as unbearable as the thought of driving another second. “No, I think I’ll stretch my legs out here.”

“Okay,” he said in a tone that indicated you’d be missing out. He gave the truck a pat before adding, “We won’t be long.”

“Take your time,” you assured him.

He offered one final nod before turning and following Dani, Boone, and Lily across the parking lot. Dexter also stayed behind. Instead of shitty diner food, he’s opted to take a nap inside the RV accompanied by his noise canceling headphones and a fan blasting right at his face.

You were exhausted, down to your bones. You and the rest of the team had driven nearly six hours that day tracking a cell that hadn’t ended up amounting to anything. You were stiff and tired and irritable– just like everyone else. But you hoped that some time alone outside might help at least level out your mood.

You extended your arms over your head, groaning when you felt something lightly pop in your back, before craning your neck from side to side. The air was stifling– thick and humid with little to no breeze for any sort of relief. The heat hadn’t broken in nearly a week, and unfortunately for just about everyone, the truck’s AC didn’t work as well as it used to.

The parking lot to the diner was relatively empty. Aside from the crew’s RV and truck, there was an SUV parked in one of the front spots and a small sports car with a steady cloud of smoke pouring out the cracked window.

You let your eyes wander past the diner parking lot at the sprawling field across the road. The windmills were agonizingly still in the stale air– like even they were desperate for some reprieve.

Your eyes fell shut as you took a few deep breaths, trying to get your bearings.

Your peace lasted for about thirty seconds. And then the sound of blaring music and screeching tires had you turning your pulsing head. Instantly, you rolled your eyes at the sight of the familiar vans pulling into the lot beside you.

Merrill Anderson and his crew started chasing in the area almost thirteen months ago. You knew because each and every moment that you’d known about their existence had been more painful than the last.

Anderson was a meteorologist out of Texas that wore a cowboy hat almost as big as his mouth and an inflated ego to match it. He made sure you and everyone else around him knew that he had a PhD, and therefore, in his opinion, was automatically more entitled to chase. Him and Tyler had hated each other from the moment they met while chasing an EF2 in Arkansas– their feud only grew each time their paths crossed.

Anderson was grinning at you through the window as soon as his van rolled by. You did your best to avert your gaze– hoping that lack of eye contact would avoid any sort of conversation.

Unfortunately, you weren’t so lucky.

“There she is,” he announced, boots scuffing against the dirt parking lot as he hopped out from the driver’s seat.

“Now what're you doin’ out here all by yourself? Your team finally leave you behind? Realized they didn’t need two uni drop outs on their team?” he asked, tone already dripping in sarcasm.

He was an antagonizer who got off on provoking others. And although you and Anderson had your fair share of unpleasant exchanges, you knew he only ever bothered you to get under Tyler’s skin.

Tyler’s biggest weakness was that he was endlessly protective of the people he loved. You saw this particular trait as a strength– but you knew that Anderson fed off Tyler's anger, which you could only imagine was his intention now. Thankfully Tyler was in the diner– hopefully gorging on raspberry pancakes as you spoke. Because if he were to see Anderson talking to you– you knew this whole interaction would escalate quickly.

“Anderson,” you sighed, leaning casually against the hood of Tyler’s truck. The smile you forced on your face was almost painful. “So lovely to see you, as always.”

You hoped if you withheld from his taunting, he might move on quicker.

Instead, to your despair, he backtracked from his van to stand across from you. “You guys go ahead,” he instructed his crew. “I’m gonna spend some time with my friend here.”

They nodded before heading towards the diner, leaving the two of you alone.

“You should teach that hillbilly- boyfriend of yours some manners. If I remember correctly, last time I saw him, he drove through a puddle to splash me.”

You bit back a grin as you recalled the moment he was referring to. “I’m sure it wasn’t on purpose,” you lied (it was absolutely on purpose).

Anderson chuckled. “You know– I don’t know if we’ve ever had a conversation just us, without him lingering around. You’re much more pleasant. Both in conversation and in looks.”

You felt a chill run down the length of your spine at his words– but the way he was looking at you was infinitely worse. You watched as his eyes flickered from your face to your chest– currently more exposed than you would like in the tanktop you wore in the stifling Oklahoma heat. You wished you had grabbed a shirt to cover up in– but they were all either dirty and packed away somewhere in your duffel.

Clearing your throat, you stood up straight and crossed your arms, attempting to shield yourself from his lingering gaze.

“Oh, hey now darlin’, don’t cover up. I’ve been stuck in the van all day with these jokers, this is the most action I’ve gotten all summer.”

You could feel the blood rushing to your cheeks as you tried desperately to remain level headed. Anderson was a jerk– and he’d definitely make you uncomfortable… but you couldn’t imagine that he’d ever actually do anything to harm you.

Then again, you’d never interacted with him for longer than a minute or two with Tyler and the rest of the crew at your side. This was uncharted territory that you didn’t care to explore. You felt your earlier determination to handle him on your own fade away with uneasiness.

You turned your head towards the diner, hoping you might catch Tyler’s gaze through the window or something. Of course you were too far away for that– all you caught was the glare from the sun.

“You know I’m not used to seeing you in clothes like this, usually you’re all covered up,” Anderson whistled.

As soon as he took a step closer, you instinctively moved too. Except your legs collided with Tyler’s truck– preventing you from actually going anywhere. For some dumb reason, you felt obligated to hold your ground– to not let him see how uncomfortable he was really making you. But with each passing comment, you grew more and more fearful.

Anderson now had his body angled towards you with a look that could only be described as predatorial. “God, it’s true you don’t know what you’re missin’ til you see it. We should have these heat waves more often if it means I get to take a look at this every day.”

You tried and failed to remain stoic. You wanted to yell– to tell him to shut the fuck up. But for some reason, your body and brain weren’t connecting.

“C’mon, where is she?” he taunted. “You know, your sweet side has its perks. But I much prefer ‘em a little spicy.”

He took another few steps closer to you. It was subtle, but you noticed. Anderson was so obviously getting a kick out of whatever the hell he was doing here, and you were doing a piss-poor job at withholding from it, like you’d originally planned.

“Why don’t you come on back in my van with me,” he winked. “I’m not sure how your hillbilly does it, but I can show ya a real good time.”

Get away from me, you wanted to scream. But your mouth wouldn’t move– your voice was lost somewhere inside of you. And all you could get your body to do was lean away from him slightly.

“Don’t be like that, darlin’,” he cooed. He was so close that you could almost smell his breath. Your brain told you to fight– to shove or kick or do something to get him away from you. But all those previous instincts you had to fight back faded into paralyzing fear.

Anderson reached across the space between you to move a loose strand of hair from your face as you began to tremble. “And don’t be afraid, baby doll. I don’t bite… too hard. Owens ain’t gotta know–”

“Anderson!”

Your head snapped at the sound of a familiar voice… Not just any familiar voice– Tyler’s voice. He was currently storming across the parking lot with a look of pure hatred across his face. The second his eyes landed on you– undoubtedly and obviously terrified, that anger only intensified.

“Get the fuck away from her,” he demanded. His eyes were narrowed and shockingly darker than their normal shade of sage.

“Here he is!” Anderson taunted. “Her douche bag in shining armor.”

You couldn’t help but notice Anderson didn’t step away. In fact, if anything, he looked like he was about to step closer, just to really test his limits. But then, to your relief, you saw Boone, Dani, and Lily storming out of the diner in Tyler’s wake– all coming to your rescue.

In an instant, Tyler was there, stepping between you and Anderson– forming the protective barrier you needed to finally feel safe again. Without thinking, you fisted the back of Tyler’s T-shirt for good measure.

“Easy, Rambo,” Anderson sneered. “I was just tellin’ your sweetheart here how much I enjoy her new look. Who knew she had all this hidin’ under those baggy shirts? That the reason you keep her hangin’ around, Owens? I knew she had to be good for something–”

But Anderson didn’t get a chance to finish his sentence. Because before you knew what was happening, Tyler was lunging forward and connecting his fist with Anderson’s nose.

The crack as it broke was deafening, you released Tyler’s shirt to cover your mouth in shock. Tyler hit him with enough force that he went staggering back a few steps, his hands instantly moving to cup his face.

Tyler was still shaking off his hand when Anderson stood up straight, blood pouring out of both nostrils.

“Damn, that bitch must be as good as she looks if she’s worth all this,” Anderson continued to taunt. Even with a broken nose, he didn’t back down.

Without even hesitating, Tyler moved to strike again. But as soon as he did, Boone and Dani were both stepping in front of him to break things up.

“Easy, T–” Boone said.

“Stay the fuck away from her,” Tyler snarled in warning, pointing his finger over Boone’s shoulder. You’d never quite heard his voice so malicious or threatening before, and even though it was in your defense, it sent shivers down your spine.

Suddenly, Lily grabbed your hand from the side, causing you to flinch. “It’s okay,” she said, tugging you a few steps away from the chaos– like she knew how badly you needed space from everything. “You alright?”

You nodded, flustered.

“Next time you want to settle this without your little army of strays, you let me know, Owens. And next time you want a good time, Y/N, you know where to find me,” Anderson said, offering you a wink that churned your stomach. With that, he wiped some blood from his nose and began sauntering back towards his van.

“I’m gonna fucking kill him,” Tyler snarled, still being physically held back by Dani and Boone.

“Yeah, and he’d deserve it. But he’s not worth catchin’ a charge,” Boone said. “It’s been a slow season and we don’t got the kind of money to bail you out of jail.”

“Take a breath, T,” Dani said. “He’s walkin’ away. Take a breath.”

You watched Tyler slowly come back to his body. He listened to Dani and took a deep breath– his shoulders visibly relaxing when he exhaled. It seemed to be enough for his friends to finally release him.

As soon as he was free from their grasp, Tyler turned around– his attention landing on you. “Are you okay?” he asked, his previously menacing voice now laced with so much care and concern. He stood in front of you– his body blocking all views of Anderson and their vans. His hands moved to cup your cheeks gently.

“I’m fine,” you said, attempting to convince yourself more than anyone else. But even you knew it didn’t sound convincing. Your voice subtly cracked on the final word.

Tyler stroked his thumb along your skin. The look on his face told you he didn’t quite believe you as his eyes flickered down to your trembling hands. Thankfully he didn’t ask more.

“I gotta say that was a nasty right hook, T,” Boone said, clapping Tyler on the back as he approached. “I didn’t know you had it in ya.”

“What’d that asshat say to you?” Lily asked. “You looked really shaken up when we saw you out the diner window.”

“Nothing,” you mumbled, too embarrassed to repeat his taunts. You were shocked by how self-conscious you suddenly felt with everyone’s eyes on you. Anderson’s previous words had made you incredibly aware of every inch of yourself– like there was an electrical current humming underneath the surface of your skin.

“Just the usual shit,” you tried to brush it off.

You felt grateful when they didn’t push.

Eventually, the crew disassembled– everyone focused on getting their stuff together to hit the road again. Anderson didn’t reemerge from his van, but as you sat idly in the passenger seat of Tyler’s truck, you didn’t take your eyes off from where it was parked– like you were anticipating some sort of retaliation.

You remained hidden from the team– feeling so awkward and uncomfortable– like you didn’t want to be perceived or noticed by anyone. And you hated that Anderson’s words were the ones to make you feel that way. You couldn’t find any shirts in your duffel bag that weren’t disgusting. And currently you didn’t have the time or patience to dig through your second bag in the RV. So instead, you wrapped your arms awkwardly over your chest, trying to make yourself as small as possible just as Tyler climbed into the front seat.

“Everyone else is riding in the RV, it’s just us,” he said, eyes lingering on you.

“Okay,” you said, trying your best to sound casual. You wondered if he ordered everyone in the RV so that you’d feel more comfortable. You made a mental note to thank him for that later, he was always so good at reading between the lines.

Tyler instantly noticed your uneasiness. “Baby, what’d he say to you?”

You shrugged, refusing to meet his gaze out of sheer embarrassment. “I mean, I think you caught the gist of it at the end there… Just a lot of that.”

You heard his loud exhale. “Just say the word and I’ll barge into that stupid van and kill him right now.”

The corner of your lip tugged into a small smile. “I just want you to stay here,” you admitted.

He nodded solemnly. Without another word, Tyler passed you something he had scrunched up in his fist. It was one of his T-shirts– like he knew you wanted to cover up without even having to say it. You took the shirt– the thanks you wanted to offer him remained stuck in your throat, but Tyler didn’t seem to mind.

Instead, he pretended to fiddle with the radio while you silently slipped the shirt on. Almost instantly, you felt like you could relax underneath the fabric of his clothes.

You curled your arms around yourself and tucked your knees to your chest. When Tyler asked if you were ready to head out, you nodded without another word.

…

It was only seven when you arrived at the motel. Tyler went into the lobby to book the rooms while everyone else hung back. Boone and Lily were going on and on about using the pool later that night, but once you’d grabbed your bags from the truck, you sort of tuned it all out.

Tyler found you sitting on the curb once he’d passed out everyone else’s room keys. He picked up your duffel from the ground before speaking for the first time in almost an hour.

“You ready for bed?”

You nodded, offering him your best attempt at a convincing smile.

“C’mon,” he motioned his head to the left. “We’re upstairs.”

Tyler led the way to your room– and even though this was a dingy motel, you’d never seen anything more perfect. The shades were dark, the AC worked, and there was a single, plush-looking queen bed in the middle of the room just screaming your name.

Tyler let you shower first. And when you emerged from the bathroom, all the sweat and grime finally washed from your skin, he was gone. But in his place, he’d laid out one of his T-shirts and a pair of his boxers on the bed for you to use. You almost teared up at the sight of just how thoughtful he was… Still reading between the lines.

You’d spent the entire duration of your shower trying to convince yourself that what had happened earlier wasn’t that big of a deal. Anderson was a jerk– of course he was going to say some jerk-ish things. It shouldn’t have been a surprise– and yet, you couldn’t shake the discomfort you felt. It was like all the words he’d said to you had nestled underneath your skin and made a home for themselves.

In an attempt to shake the thoughts away, you quickly shrugged on Tyler’s clothes before sitting on the edge of the bed and wrapping your arms around yourself.

Almost as soon as you sat down, you heard the front door to the motel open up. Tyler stepped into the room carrying his own bag and a couple of water bottles he must’ve grabbed for the two of you.

“Better?” he asked, handing you one.

You nodded and cracked it open. “Much.”

Tyler sighed before joining you on the edge of the bed. “Baby, are you sure you’re okay?”

“I-” you started and then stopped. Your hands were shaking, but you jumped when you felt Tyler’s hand close around yours, steadying them. His touch gave you just an ounce of courage to speak.

“It wasn’t even anything that bad–” you admitted. “I meant it earlier, you heard the worst of it… I just, I don't know, I can't explain it. But everything he said made me feel so gross… and dirty, and…” And, well, you didn’t quite know what else. Words were hard to come by tonight.

“Oh, baby,” Tyler exhaled. He released your hand to wind his arm around your shoulders, tugging you to his chest instead.

It wasn’t until he shushed you that you even realized you were crying, but it came out in a rush. You clung to him, instantly impressed by his ability to just make you feel so much safer.

“I’m sorry,” you said.

“You don’t have to be sorry,” he assured you, only squeezing tighter.

“I don’t know why this bothered me so much–”

“Because Anderson is an asshole and he intentionally said some gross shit to shake you up,” he answered for you. “You’re allowed to be upset by that.”

You exhaled against his shirt, and when you licked your lips, you tasted salt.

“I’m the sorry one,” he said.

“What?” you shook your head. “You don’t have to be sorry–”

“I should have been there.”

“You were there,” you reminded him. “Unless I blacked out or something and I was really the one who punched him in the nose…”

Tyler chuckled softly, you felt the vibration against your chest– instantly soothing you.

You sighed after a moment, trying to decide if you wanted to share what was really bothering you. You bit the inside of your cheek. It was so tempting to keep it to yourself, but more tempting than that was the idea of finally feeling a little more at ease again after just telling Tyler the truth.

“I just–” you paused again. “I–”

“Hey,” he said. You looked up at him briefly. “It’s just me.”

That was the problem– it was Tyler. And you didn’t want Tyler thinking less of you because of what had happened.

“I didn’t fight back,” you said quietly. “I just froze up– it was like I couldn’t even think straight. And he kept going and going, and I just stood there– taking it.”

Tyler ran his hand up and down your arm reassuringly. “What are you talking about?”

“It just felt like…” your voice tapered off.

Tyler waited a moment before asking gently, “Like what?”

“It just felt like I didn’t do anything to stop it,” you whispered so quietly you weren’t even sure he’d heard you. “Like I let it happen.”

“Baby,” Tyler sighed. “Baby, no. Anderson is such a jackass, it wouldn’t have mattered what you said–”

“But I could have told him to get the fuck away from me–”

“You were just trying to keep yourself safe. Baby, we can’t control how we react when we’re scared. It’s fight or flight–”

“Or freeze,” you mumbled, embarrassed.

“Or freeze. I’m pretty sure fawning is one too, now,” he said. “But it doesn’t matter– what matters is you can’t control that you froze. Just like–”

“Just like you couldn’t control punching him in the face?” you asked.

You glanced up just in time to see Tyler’s lips tug into a smile. “Exactly,” he said.

“I just wish my fear reaction was a little more effective,” you pouted. “Freezing didn’t do much.”

You let your eyes fall shut when Tyler tugged you closed to his chest. “I guess it’s a good thing you have a douchebag in shining armor to come help whenever you need it,” he smirked.

“Thanks for protecting me,” you said quietly.

“I’ll always protect you, you know that,” he said, planting a soft kiss on the top of your head.

You smiled against his chest. You really did know that. “And thanks for punching him in the nose.”

Tyler snorted. “Anderson’s had that coming for a long time.”

#twisters #twisters imagine #tyler owens imagine #tyler owens fic #tyler owens x reader #tyler owens x reader imagine #tyler owens x reader fic #twisters x reader fic #twisters fic

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bigwishes · 1 year ago

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Transformation Swap

a quick trade with @transformation4life

It had been a while since you had managed to get yourself to the gym and even longer since you were able to go for a dedicated strength training session. You walk into the gym and are instantly greeted by the trainer at the front desk.

"hey man long time no see!"

You become a bit flustered as exactly what you dreaded would happen came to pass, he recognised you and recognised you had taken a few weeks off.

"haha yeah, I've been really busy and don't really have time" You awkwardly stumble over your words as you try not to get distracted by the trainers arms filling out his shirt.

A moment passes and you realise the trainer was staring at you with one raised eye brow and it suddenly hits you that he had asked you a question that you didn't hear.

"eer, yeah! haha" you smile and laugh nervously trying to play it off like you understood what he was saying.

"great!" the trainer quickly ducked under the desk and came back up a moment later with a shiny golden key card, "that should help you get in the gym at night"

You take the card from his hand and let out a small sigh of relief that it was just a night access card and you hadn't accidentally agreed to some weight lifting classes. Looking at the card it was a bright gold with the black silhouette of a bodybuilder doing a double bicep pose. On the back was a back code and nothing else. Nothing too out of the ordinary.

You thank the trainer and make your way to the scan in terminal, as you pull out your regular white scan card the trainer quickly calls out to you to scan your new card so he can set it up for access. Fumbling your bag in your hands you swap the cards back and scan your way in with the new card. The terminal light flashed green and you walked through the steel gate. As you left the lobby area your body began to feel warm, like someone had put the heating on in the gym.

walking over to the bag rack you take your hoodie off and put your bag away as go off to start your workout. Working out your body begins to feel warmer and warmer, with each rep your muscles feel more and more exhausted and pumped up with blood, your skin feels tight and rubs against your clothes. You didn't think about it much at first but as you continued to workout you felt uncomfortable as your clothes got tighter and tighter. Your biceps felt like they were about to split through your shirt and then you saw yourself in the mirror.

At first you didn't even know it was you, your clothes now skin tight and muscles huge. You took a moment to flex your bicep when it split straight through your sleeve.

"ah fuck"

leaning across yourself with your other arm to check how bad the tear was you heard a much louder tearing noise and felt the fabric split across your back, if you weren't careful you'd bust out of your clothes in the middle of the gym.

Making your way to the gym lost and found you find a 6XL tank top and shorts, no way it will fit you but its better than what you are currently wearing and you just need something to get out of here and get back to your car.

Slipping on the loose clothing your muscles feel tighter and tighter by the second. At one point you were sure the skin around your biceps was about to split open. Moving started to feel like a chore as it began to feel like something was weighing you down, like you were trying to pull a car that had been piled onto your back.

As you make your way back out into the weights room you hear yourself taking deep heavy breaths, it takes a few seconds to fully inflate your lungs and the clothes begin to feel tight again. You stop and lean against a bench to catch your breath, looking up you see yourself in the mirror....could it really be you...

"fuck...how'd I get so....big" you struggle to say between gasps of air trying to catch your breath.

Almost automatically you began posing , you could feel your muscle wasn't done expanding as the tightness continued to get worse in your body. You moan as you flex trying to ignore the ever stretching discomfort as your body expanded even more. You could hear the fibres in the tank top barely holding together and you tried to take it off. You looked stupid desperately trying to lift the tank top up and off your body as your huge muscles collided and the fabric got stuck on your pecs. Finally you were able to slip it off and you stood in the mirror panting, your chest heaving up and down filling with oxygen making your frame impressively wider for a few seconds with each breath.

A wave of pain washed over you as you felt blood desperately try to get into your muscles to support their colossal size. Veins appeared all over your body visibly pumping, they then began to appear on your forehead and temples, you grimaced in pain rubbing your temples trying to ease the headache but it was starting to become hard to think...

You looked at yourself in the mirror you were big, you came here....to get big....yes, big and get big....big...get big....

You took a few steps forward to the dumbbell rack, already panting again from the amount of effort it was to move your massive frame. You picked up the largest dumbbells you could see as the numbers didn't make sense and you began lifting.

As you curled you felt the pleasure of your muscles pumping with size, as you panted to keep your breath your fat tongue fell out of your mouth slightly without you even noticing....be big....get big....big...big....big....big...

the only word you could make out in your mind

and the gym claims another gold member....

#male transformation #muscle #muscle transformation #male tf #tf story #transformation #reality change

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tsukii0002 · 6 months ago

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After reading the demons' reactions to allergies I was thinking alot , people asked about medicine and food , then there's me with a very uh weird kind of dust allergy . I'm sneezing atleast thrice a morning , and if I get to a place with dust or anything , my eye , like , the sclera of my eye just starts inflating/swelling , and it becomes really itchy and red too . I imagine there are lots of places in the hol that are just covered in dust , it'll be a nightmare for me lol

Hey there!, my friend also has a dust allergy and it is a horrible allergy, I hope you deal with it well 🥺. Mc would have a hard time considering all the buildings are big and old and full of nooks and crannies, rip Mc.

Mc arriving for the first time in the House of lamentations

Mc: … I don't think I'll make it through this year

Mammon: What's wrong with you human?

In the dining room, all the brothers stopped in confusion at the sight of a Mc with swollen eyes

Mc: I- achusss… *sorting* it's the dust.

Satan: The… dust?

Asmo: Does dust kill humans?!

Mc: No, no *sneezing* it's me, and my allergy.

Levi: How is that supposed to work?

Mc: *with red eyes* Simply the accumulation of dust makes my eyes, throat… and I keep sneezing and- Achuuuus…. it's hell, I can't be in dusty places.

The brothers: *looking around with a cold sweat running down their body*

Belphie: And why didn't you say anything until now?!

Mc: Well… I didn't want to bother you and… I don't think that when I got here you would have believed me a- achuus, or helped me...

The brothers: … *feeling guilty*

Lucifer: *clearing his throat* Mc, I think you should spend a few days in the lord demon castle.

Mc: ???

Mc: And that's why I'm here.

Diavolo: So dust… *looking at a Barbatos cleaning everything thoroughly* ha, ha, ha… don't worry Mc, we'll sort it out.

Meanwhile in the house of lamentations

Belphie: Help me Beel, we have to make sure the blankets and cushions are well washed!!!!

Beel: I'll help you after I clean the kitchen!!!!

Satan: *with a vacuum cleaner in hand* Who thought of having fucking carpet and rugs in every damn room?!!!!!!!

Asmo: Why the hell do we have so many useless things that just collect dust????? Levi!!! don't use a feather duster!!! Do you want the whole air to be full of dust in suspension??

Levi: AHHHH!!! and how am I supposed to clean all my figures? *crying* I can't allow Mc to be in danger in my room

Mammon: Oi, Belphie I need to wash all the curtains!!! let the washing machine free!!!

Belphie: It's busy now! Do something else in the meantime!

Lucifer: I will not allow a break while there is a speck of dust left in this house!!! is that clear?

Satan: Then take care of Cerberus and the basement damn it!!!!

The screams could be heard from outside the house.

Mc was days without setting foot in the House of lamentations, and everything was in chaos until Solomon, while laughing, taught them a spell to eliminate the dust automatically. Solomon had to escape from the brothers, he succeeded, but he could not escape from Barbatos who told him that, for something useful he was doing, he should have shared it. But the most important thing is that Mc did not have to worry about their allergy anymore :).

Thanks for reading 🩷

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rylem33 · 2 months ago

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Infiltrating Alexis

“I don’t need you to do this,” you say, kneeling beside her.

Rachel looked up from the spellbook, her fingers tightening around its worn leather binding. “It’s not dangerous,” she insisted, though she didn’t sound convinced. “It’s just glamour magic. Temporary body. Temporary identity.”

She paused, brushing her bangs behind her ear. She smiled at you and you forced a smile back.

“I’ve practiced the chant a dozen times. The parameters are clear. I’ll look like someone Alexis would actually let within five feet of her. I’ll act like I belong. Get some kind of intel on her. Something we can use to get her to stop bullying you.”

“And then you come back,” you said quietly.

Rachel reached up and yanked two strands of her hair from her scalp, wincing. “One to go in,” she said, dropping the first into the center of the circle, “and one to come back.”

She handed you the second, wrapping your fingers around it. “Keep it safe. You’ll need my hair to cast the spell to change me back.”

“I’m really not sure about this Rach,” you press. “There has to be another way.”

She looks at you lovingly. “I love you and I can’t stand to see you suffer like you do. Every day. It’s time to put an end to it.”

Rachel stripped naked and stepped into the circle. Her heart was pounding loud enough to fill the room. “Okay. Here goes.”

She spoke the incantation slowly, carefully. The candles trembled. The air thickened around her. You felt your skin prickle.

She gasped. Her legs gave out, and she dropped to her knees, hands splaying out on the hardwood floor.

Her hips flared first, a slow, rolling motion beneath her skin. You watched muscle and fat redistribute right in front of you, sculpting her into something exaggeratedly feminine. Her thighs thickened, curving outward with perfect symmetry, and her ass pushed back with a soft, deliberate swell.

Her waist pulled in, to unnatural proportions, until the hourglass shape looked sculpted. Her back arched involuntarily, chest heaving.

Then, her breasts began to rise.

You'd seen her naked plenty of times, but this was different. The way her chest inflated felt… unreal. The swelled, firm and round, then capped with suddenly darker, perkier nipples. Her skin glowed with a faint, artificial perfection. No blemishes. No stretch marks. Just smooth, tanned curves like a photoshopped magazine cover.

Her hair flowed longer and lighter, turning a shimmering honey-blonde that caught the candlelight. Her lips swelled into a pouty fullness, and her eyes opened wide and bright, framed by long lashes that hadn't been there seconds ago.

Then, it was still.

She stayed on her hands and knees, gasping for breath, chest rising and falling in time with the flickering candlelight. You didn’t say anything. You couldn’t think of anything to say.

Rachel slowly pushed herself upright, strands of blonde hair falling over her shoulders, her new breasts jiggling slightly with the motion. She caught sight of her reflection in the mirror across the room.

“Oh my god,” she whispered.

The voice didn’t sound like her. It was huskier, sultrier.

She stood fully and glanced down at herself. Her arms moved automatically to cover her chest, then dropped again as if it didn’t matter. “I look like a damn porn star.”

You stepped forward. “Are you okay?”

She nodded, then shook her head. “I—I don’t know. This is so weird.”

She hugged herself, her arms barely covering her new chest.

You reached for a blanket and draped it over her shoulders. She pulled it around herself and gave you a grateful smile. “Thanks.”

She stepped closer, bare feet silent on the wood floor. Even her walk had changed. There was more sway in her hips, more bounce in her step. You didn’t think she was doing it on purpose.

“I still feel like me,” she said again, maybe more for her own sake than yours. Then she smirked. “Although... this body’s got some perks.”

You blushed as she stepped even closer and kissed you. Her lips felt softer, fuller. The kiss was tentative at first, but it deepened quickly, hunger bubbling just beneath the surface.

Your hand slid around her waist, then up, brushing across one of her new breasts.

She moaned softly into your mouth, then broke away.

“Jesus,” she whispered, breathless. “That felt… intense.”

“Too much?” you asked quickly.

She shook her head. “No. Not bad. Just... wow. This body just feels alive.”

You went to pull her close again, but she gently stopped you with a hand to your chest.

“I want to,” she said. “God, do I want to. But I have to get ready for tomorrow. I can’t wear any of my clothes. Literally nothing is going to fit over this.”

She pulled the blanket tighter and turned toward your dresser mirror again. She watched herself, her expression hard to read.

“I’ll need to hit the mall early. Think they sell ‘bitchy new girl who’s too hot for this school’ outfits in bulk?”

You half-laughed. “Pretty sure that’s half the store at Forever 21.”

She smiled. Even with this new body and face, it was a Rachel smile. It was comforting to see something familiar about her.

Then she frowned down at herself, tugging at the blanket. “Okay, I can’t exactly walk home like this. Unless I want to get arrested.”

You opened your drawer and fished out an old pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt. “Here.”

She slipped them on, thought the fit was laughable. The shirt clung like spandex across her chest, barely reaching her midriff. The waistband of the sweatpants had to be rolled down to fit her hips, and even then, they rode high, clinging to her new curves in a way they never had on you.

She glanced down at herself and snorted. “Well… it’s something.”

“Barely,” you said, trying not to stare.

She caught your eyes lingering on her chest. Her smile turned slightly smug, slightly playful.

“It’s okay to stare,” she said softly, stepping closer. “Tonight, anyway.”

You opened your mouth to respond, but she held up a hand.

“Tomorrow? You can’t. No looking, no talking. Not even a glance. Roxy doesn’t know you. And I have to ignore you.”

You nodded, throat tight. “Right.”

She glanced at the door, then back to you. “Let’s go over the plan one more time.”

You sat together on the edge of your bed, her voice low and firm even as her bare legs pressed against yours. “I get close to Alexis. Earn her trust to find something—texts, photos, gossip, anything—that can shut her down. Humiliate her or scare her off.”

She placed a hand on your chest. “Once I get the intel, we meet back up and you say the reversal spell using the second hair to change me back.”

“Got it,” you affirmed.

She paused. “Good.”

She leaned in and kissed you again, slower this time. “Wish me luck,” she whispered.

You swallowed. “Good luck.”

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You barely heard a word your teacher said in first period.

You sat by the window but didn’t look out of it once. Your eyes kept drifting to the hallway beyond the classroom door, to your phone, to the folded piece of paper in your pocket with the reversal spell written out in your handwriting.

She’s okay. It’s fine. She said she’d be okay.

The bell rang, snapping you out of your thoughts. You packed up slowly, letting most of the class trickle out before you stepped into the corridor, scanning left, then right.

And then you saw her. She was down near the front office, standing beside the vice principal.

It was Rachel….or, right. Roxy. And she looked… wow.

Roxy wore a tight cropped white top that hugged her perfect new curves, with just the faintest lacy black bra showing underneath. Her high-waisted denim skirt was short, really short, and every inch of her legs was on display. She’d paired it with white platform sneakers and a tiny pink backpack slung over one shoulder. Her makeup was light but perfect. Her lips glossy, her lashes curled. Her long blonde hair caught the light as she laughed politely at something the VP said.

Standing beside her, smiling sweetly with just the right amount of smug, was Alexis.

You both knew she’d end up as Roxy’s assigned student guide. Alexis always volunteered for it. She loved pretending to be helpful, polished, and mature to the school staff. They bought her act hook, line, and sinker. It allowed her to get away with almost anything.

You moved a little closer, joining the crowd of gawking students slowly realizing a bombshell had transferred into their class overnight. Roxy didn’t seem fazed by the attention. If anything… she stood straighter under it.

When Alexis and Roxy turned and began walking toward your side of the hallway, you caught yourself holding your breath.

You could see how Roxy’s hips swayed with every step. Everyone was watching her. Then she saw you.

Just for a second, her eyes locked onto yours. The corner of her mouth didn’t quite smile, but you recognized it. A quick look. A flicker of connection. A warning.

Don’t.

You got it. Even though it was hard, you said nothing. You just stood there, rooted to the floor, watching this impossibly hot girl walking toward you in a way that felt so unreal it almost hurt.

And that’s when Alexis noticed you staring. Alexis slowed her walk just enough to make a scene.

“Oh my god,” she said loudly, her voice dripping with performative disgust. “Are you seriously staring at her like you think you have a chance?”

A few people nearby turned. Some snickered. Alexis didn’t stop.

“I mean, look at you. You’re not even in the same species. She’s not gonna throw you a bone just because you’re panting like a sad little mutt.”

You didn’t answer. Your face burned.

Roxy laughed. It came out before she could stop it. An actual, spontaneous laugh.

Then, realizing what she’d done, she blinked, hesitated for half a second, then leaned in toward Alexis with a smirk and laughed again. Louder. Meaner.

“God,” Roxy added, voice laced with fake sweetness, “this school is gonna be fun.”

Alexis practically beamed. “I told you,” she purred, looping her arm through Roxy’s as they turned down the next hall. “You’re gonna fit right in.”

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You sat alone on the swings in the far corner of the park, under the broken lamp where it was always just dark enough. The same spot you and Rachel always sneak off to when you don’t want to be seen together.

She stepped into the moonlight, her glossy lips reflected what little light there was to be seen.

“Hey,” she said, sitting on the swing beside you.

“Hey,” you replied.

She pushed gently off the ground, the chains creaking as she started to swing. “So… day one down. And guess what? I totally killed it.”

You looked over at her. “Yeah?”

She grinned. “Alexis introduced me to half the cheer squad by lunch. And I’m already in the group chat. I didn’t even have to ask.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Seriously?”

She nodded. “I sat with them at lunch. They asked me where I was from, what I’m into. I made up some dumb stuff. So, my last school was a ‘fashion academy’ in New York, my dad’s some crypto guy who lives in Dubai. You know, believable bullshit.”

You smirked despite yourself. “And they bought it?”

“They ate it up. I was the hottest piece of gossip in school all day. Everyone wants to talk to me. Even the teachers were smiling at me. It’s like walking through a movie.”

You let the silence sit for a second. Then asked, “You didn’t think that outfit was a little much?”

She glanced down. “What, the skirt and crop top? It’s part of the act.”

She said it casually. Like she hadn’t spent the entire day with half her ass hanging out of her clothes.

“And the laugh?”

That changed her posture just a little and acted innocent. “What laugh?”

You turned to her, voice flat. “When Alexis humiliated me in front of half the school. You laughed.”

She sighed. “Oh… yeah. I guess I did.”

“You guess?”

“Okay, yeah. I did. But you were staring at me like I was about to crawl into your lap. It was obvious. Alexis noticed. I had to laugh. If I didn’t, she would’ve known something was up.”

You looked away. “It just… didn’t sound fake.”

Rachel bit her lip, then looked down at the mulch under her feet. “I didn’t mean it. I swear. I was just caught up in the moment. I’m sorry.”

You nodded, though you still felt a bit sick about it.

She let out a breath and looked over at you. “But the good news is, she likes me. Like… I think she actually wants to be friends. Isn’t that crazy?”

You frowned. “That was the plan, right? Get close to her?”

“Yeah, but I thought it’d be harder. I thought I’d have to fake it more. But she’s… honestly kind of fun. Like, yeah, she’s a bitch, but she’s funny, too. She’s confident. I get why people orbit her.”

You said nothing.

Rachel must have noticed, because she reached over and gave your hand a quick squeeze. “Don’t worry. I haven’t forgotten why I’m doing this. I’m going to get everything we need to put an end to her bullying. Just a little longer, okay?”

You wanted to believe her. It was your girlfriend sitting next to you. You leaned in to kiss her. But just before your lips touched, she pulled back.

“Hey,” she said quickly, eyes wide. “No. I can’t.”

You blinked. “What? We’re in the middle of nowhere.”

“I know,” she said, voice quiet but firm. “But what if someone saw? Or followed me? Alexis is paranoid. She asks questions. I can’t risk her even thinking I know someone like you.”

You sat there confused and hurt. “Someone like me?”

She flinched. “I didn’t mean it like that.”

She stood up. “I’m sorry. Really. But I have to go.”

You stood too, still processing. “Will I see you tomorrow?”

She hesitated, then nodded. “Yeah. I’ll find a way to meet up. Same time. But until then, you can’t talk to me. You can’t look at me like we know each other. I’m just another Alexis groupie. Nothing more. You get that, right?”

You nodded. Slowly.

She gave you a quick smile and turned away, walking back down the path with a confident sway in her hips.

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You were heading past the gym, hoping to avoid exactly what you were about to walk into. The door swung open just as you reached the corner and out walked Alexis.

Your body reacted before your mind could. Your shoulders tensed and you lowered your head, already bracing yourself for whatever she might throw your way. Typically it was an insult or a shove. Sometimes it was something worse, especially when she had an audience.

But then you saw Rachel, no Roxy, walk out right beside Alexis. Your shoulders relaxed and your guard dropped.

She wore a pale pink crop top that barely covered her chest, high-rise athletic shorts, and spotless white sneakers. Legs toned and smooth, bouncing lightly with every step.

She looked like she belonged at Alexis’s side. But that was always the plan. It was just odd how comfortable she looked there.

You gave the faintest nod as you moved to step past them, head down, just trying to move on.

That’s when it happened. Roxy extended a foot and caught your ankle. You stumbled hard, books and papers spilling across the floor as you fell, your backpack twisting off your shoulder and hitting the tile with a slap.

Laughter erupted around you.

You blinked in confusion, still on the floor, and looked up at Roxy. She was laughing.

“Oh my god,” she said loudly, looking to Alexis, her voice pitched with mockery. “He drops harder than your GPA, Lex.”

Alexis howled. “You bitch! I love you!”

“I mean,” Roxy continued, stepping past your scattered books, “did he seriously not see that coming? Has he always had this much loser energy? It’s honestly kind of sad.”

You looked up at her, heart pounding, mind racing. The way she was behaving. She was either a great actress or something much worse was going on.

Alexis gave her a high five. “God, you’re fitting in so fast. I wish you would have moved here, like years ago.”

They walked off together, shoulders bumping as they laughed, disappearing down the hall.

You stayed there on the ground, surrounded by your things, feeling every pair of eyes on you.

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She was late.

You sat on the cold metal bench in the park, hood up, phone in your hand, thumb hovering over the screen.

You waited five more minutes. Then ten. You finally sent a message:

"Hey. You coming?"

It took longer than usual, but your phone buzzed.

"Can’t. I’m at Alexis’ place. Sleepover thing."

You stared at the text.

"You could’ve told me."

Another buzz.

"Didn’t plan on it. She invited me at the last minute."

"I shouldn’t even be texting you. If she saw this, she’d kill me."

That twist in your chest pulled tighter.

"You tripped me today. In front of everyone. And then laughed."

"Like… really laughed, Rach."

You watched the screen. A minute passed. Two.

"Yeah. I had to."

"She was watching."

"You know this is how the plan works."

"Don’t get all emotional. It was what needed to be done."

You clenched your jaw, fingers tightening around the phone.

"You don’t sound like you even feel bad."

Her reply was almost instant this time.

"I don’t have time to feel bad."

"You want me to get close to her or not?"

"This isn’t a game. If she catches me texting a loser like you, I’ll blow everything."

You reread it several times before typing:

"I miss you."

No response.

A few minutes later, another message appeared.

"Stop texting me."

"I’ll contact you when it’s safe."

That was the last message of the night.

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You didn’t sleep.

You kept staring at the same text thread, hoping maybe she’d send something. Anything. Even just a one-word check-in. But nothing came. No reply last night. No “good morning.” No sign she even remembered your existence.

It had been nearly a full day since you’d heard from her, and you couldn’t take it anymore.

She said to wait. Said it had to be safe. But this didn’t feel safe. It felt like losing her.

You pulled the folded piece of paper with the spell from your drawer. You smoothed it flat on your desk. Her second strand of hair was still tucked inside, exactly where she’d told you to keep it.

Your hands were shaking when you typed the message:

"I’m doing the counterspell."

"Come to my place. I don’t want you changing back in front of Alexis."

"I’m doing it at noon."

You didn’t expect her to reply and she didn’t. But five minutes before noon, the front door slammed open.

She stormed in like a hurricane.

“Are you fucking kidding me?!”

Her voice was sharp, furious, dripping with venom. She looked flawless, furious, hot as hell, and completely not Rachel.

You just stood there and watched.

“Do you have any idea what you’re about to ruin?” she shrieked. “I’ve spent days getting in good with Alexis! I’m this close, and you’re going to blow it all because you got your little feelings hurt?”

You tried to speak, but she kept going, pacing your room like she owned it.

“She loves me, okay? She trusts me. I’m one of them now. One of the girls. She talks to me about everything. You think that’s easy? You think I liked tripping you? Laughing at you? Do you have any idea what it took to sell that?”

She stopped and glared at you. You barely recognized her.

The way she stood. The way she loomed. She was taller now, more confident, maybe even cocky. She didn’t just talk like Alexis. She moved like her.

“I gave up everything to do this for you,” she spat. “And you’re going to undo all of it because you’re scared?”

You opened your mouth, quietly. “I’m scared because I think I’m losing you.”

She rolled her eyes. “God, you are so dramatic. I told you I’m still me.”

“Are you?” you asked.

Then her eyes narrowed into a sharp, glittering glare. She stepped closer, and the way she moved made your stomach twist.

“I snuck over here,” she hissed. “Do you even get how risky that was? If Alexis saw me leave? If she followed me?”

Her voice was lower now. “I’ve been inside her house. In her inner circle. I’ve been sitting across from the girl who’s made your life hell. I’ve been laughing at her jokes, pretending she’s not a monster. All because you couldn’t stand up to her.”

You opened your mouth, but she was already charging ahead.

“And I’ve done all of that for you.”

She jabbed a perfectly manicured finger into your chest.

“For you. Because you couldn’t stand up to her. Because you flinched every time she looked at you. I became the girl she wanted around so we could finally make her pay.”

Her voice cracked for just a second, but the venom stayed sharp.

“And now, you’re going to ruin all of it? Because you’re feeling a little insecure? Because you didn’t like that I laughed a little too hard?”

She stepped back, looking at you with a mix of disappointment and disgust. “God, you’re pathetic.”

You didn’t speak. You couldn’t.

You felt small. You second guessed yourself. Did you betray her somehow, for daring to question this plan you never even wanted in the first place.

She tilted her head, softened her eyes.

“I didn’t mean that,” she said gently, stepping closer. “I’m sorry. I’m just… stressed. This whole thing is exhausting.”

You didn’t answer, but you didn’t move away.

She was closer now, her chest brushing yours. Her voice dropped to a sultry whisper. “I do miss you. You know that, right?”

Her fingers slid up your chest, curling into your shirt.

“This body,” she murmured, pressing her hips against yours, “it’s been aching for you. She’s not a friend. She’s not my boyfriend. We don’t talk like you and I do.”

You felt her breath on your neck, hot and sweet.

“I’m still yours, babe,” she whispered, and then kissed you. It was a deep, hard kiss.

Her lips were soft, perfect, hungry. She kissed like a woman who knew what she wanted and how to get it. Her hands slid around your waist, her body molding to yours.

For a second, it was easy to forget everything. She felt so good up against you. She leaned into you and you bumped against the desk, breaking the moment.

She pulled away slowly, her lips still glossy from the kiss, her body pressed just enough against yours to keep your thoughts tangled. Her breath was steady now, not angry anymore.

“I have a deal for you,” she murmured, dragging her nails lightly across your chest. “Twenty-four hours,” she said. “Give me that much. I can finish this. I’m so close.”

You blinked. “Rachel….”

She silenced you with a finger against your lips. “Let me do this. Just one more day. And then… whatever happens after that, if you still want to end it, I won’t stop you.”

You hesitated. Everything in you screamed this was a bad idea. But the way she was looking at you now, so calm, so confident… it made you feel like she could do it.

“Twenty-four hours,” you said quietly. “That’s it.”

She smiled wide, but it didn't look like Rachel's smile.

“See?” she whispered. “You do still trust me.”

Then she turned, her perfect blonde ponytail swishing behind her as she made her way to the door. Her hips had that practiced sway again. She looked back once, gave you a wink, and then she was gone.

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You tried to keep your word. You really did.

All day, you watched the clock. You stayed busy. Cleaned your room twice. Walked aimlessly through the neighborhood. Opened the spellbook, closed it, opened it again. The hair was still where you left it, folded inside the page. Waiting.

But by nightfall, the silence had grown too loud.

No messages. No check-ins. No “almost done.”

Just nothing.

You told yourself she was keeping her promise. That she was still playing the part. That she couldn’t risk blowing her cover now, not this close.

But the hours kept slipping by, and your thoughts twisted in on themselves until you couldn’t breathe through them anymore.

That’s when you opened the app.

You and Rachel shared your location with an app for late-night walks, missed buses, emergency rides. It was meant for peace of mind.

Her dot hovered in a part of town you didn’t recognize. Not the school. Not Alexis’s place. It was a house you’d never seen before.

You told yourself you’d just check. Just drive by. Just see.

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It was a two-story place on the edge of a cul-de-sac. Lights on. Music drifting faintly out of a cracked-open upstairs window. A few cars out front. A party, maybe.

You parked two streets over and walked the rest, heart pounding harder with every step.

You made your way around the back. The warm glow of bedroom lights spilling out from sheer curtains on the second floor.

You spotted a trellis along the side of the house and climbed it. You were too far in to stop now. You gripped the window frame. The curtains were parted just enough to see.

And there she was. Roxy was straddling some guy on the bed.

She was topless. Her hips were moving slowly, rhythmically as the ground into him. She bent down and kissed him hard and deep. His hands were on her ass, pulling her tighter against him. Hers were in his hair, tugging. Laughing.

You didn’t want to watch. But your eyes wouldn’t leave her.

Her back arched in the soft light, her golden hair spilling down like silk across her bare shoulders. The guy beneath her murmured something, and she giggled.

She leaned down, pressing herself fully against him, her hands on either side of his face as she kissed him again. His fingers curled at the waistband of her panties and tugged. She didn’t stop him. She lifted her hips, letting him slide them down.

You stopped watching then. You've seen enough. You're getting your girlfriend back…tonight.

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You hit the ground hard, stumbling to your feet with your heart racing and your thoughts in pieces. You had just watched Rachel half-naked, straddling another guy. Having sex with another guy.

You reached into your jacket pocket, gripping the folded spell page and her strand of hair. You could still do it. You had to. This wasn’t her. Not really. The spell was consuming her, but if you acted fast enough…

“Well, well, well…”

Your blood froze as you slowly turned around. You knew that voice. It was Alexis.

She stepped into view from behind the side of the house, arms crossed under her chest, looking down at you like she’d just found a bug under her shoe. Her smirk widened as she took in the fact that you were climbing down from some stranger’s window.

“Oh my god,” she laughed. “Were you seriously up there watching? That’s so fucking gross.”

“I wasn’t—no, I—”

“Spare me, creep,” she said, pulling out her phone. “Jesus. What is it with nerdy losers and stalking hot girls? Is this, like, some fetish thing? “News flash, creeper. Roxy’s not interested in desperate little dweebs who stalk her in the middle of the night.”

You backed up a step, trying to find words, but your mouth was dry.

“I should absolutely call the cops on you right now,” she continued, voice raised and theatrical. “God, Roxy’s gonna die when she sees what kind of freak snuck into the yard.”

Then she turned her head toward the open back door. “Roxy!” she yelled. “Get down here! Some freak was spying on you!”

You tried to run, but some guy came up from behind and grabbed you. You struggled in his grasp.

Alexis looked back at you and rolled her eyes. “She’s going to tear you a new asshole, loser.”

The sliding door opened and out came Roxy. She was wearing a dress that it looked like she just threw on. Her legs bare, her hair messy, makeup a little smudged. She looked irked being pulled out of a moment she was fully enjoying.

Her eyes fell on you and then narrowed.

“Check it out,” Alexis said brightly. “This perv was up at your window. I think he was jerking off.”

You saw the flicker in Roxy’s eyes. She walked right up to you, eyes cool, lips pulled into a smirk you’d never seen from her before this week.

“You know,” she said lightly, her voice all sugar and poison, “I’ve seen this one around campus. I always see him looking at me and then acting like he’s not.”

She was enjoying the power, enjoying making you small.

“I guess he just couldn’t help himself,” she said sweetly. “Poor thing. Do you want to kiss a girl like me? Have sex with a girl like me?”

She turned her back to you and casually strolled toward Alexis.

“I mean, I get it,” she added over her shoulder. “Who wouldn’t want a taste?”

Alexis lost it, laughing hard and high-pitched. “Bitch! You are savage.”

Roxy just grinned and tossed her hair. “What can I say? Some guys just don’t know when they’re out of their league.”

Then, casually, she looked back toward the open sliding door where the guy from earlier stood in the frame, shirtless, broad-shouldered, watching.

“Hey, babe,” she called, tilting her head toward you. “Would you mind taking out the trash?”

He stepped forward immediately, his jaw clenched, hands balling into fists like he didn’t need to ask twice. He was coming straight for you.

You took a step back and pulled the paper from your pocket. It was the spell with her hair, bound in the center. That made Roxy react. The guy was halfway to you when she lifted a hand.

“Wait,” she said, voice still calm, but sharp. “Hold off.”

He stopped and stood there confused at her change of mind.

“Don’t do this,” she said to you. “You don’t know what’ll happen if you cast that.”

You didn’t respond, instead your grip on the paper tightened.

“You think you’re saving me, but I don’t need saving. It’s all under control,” she said pleadingly.

Your heart pounded in your chest. You stepped back a few paces. She took one step forward, slow and careful, like you were something skittish that might bolt.

Alexis frowned. “Roxy? What the hell’s going on?”

One of the guys behind her, the one who had his hands all over her an hour ago, muttered, “Who even is this dude?”

Roxy ignored them.

You unfolded the spell, hands shaking. Her hair glinted in the low light as it fluttered in the page’s crease. You looked down at the words, steadying your breath. Then you began to speak the words.

“Is this guy speaking in tongues,” Alexis quipped.

You continued to speak the spell. You had to get Rachel back. You kept chanting. Your voice was growing stronger.

“Oh my god,” she said, grinning wide, her voice echoing across the yard. “You actually think you can fix this?”

Alexis looked between the two of you, stunned. “Roxy… what the fuck is happening right now?”

But you weren’t listening anymore. You didn’t need to. Because the spell was reaching its end.

You finished the last word. You held the folded paper up in trembling hands, her hair pressed tightly inside. And then… nothing. Roxy just stood there with her arms crossed, a smug smirk on her face. Her glossy lips curled in satisfaction.

You waited. One second. Two.

The first time, it had been immediate. The transformation had ripped through her. You remembered the gasp, the shift, the way her body bent and swelled under the weight of the magic.

Roxy laughed a sharp, bitter, biting laugh that cut through the night like glass.

Your throat went dry. “I… it should’ve worked,” you whispered, voice barely audible.

“Oh no, sweetheart,” Roxy cooed, stepping toward you, “it worked perfectly.”

That’s when you heard it. A sharp gasp behind you. A high, startled squeal.

Alexis staggered back, clutching at her chest.

“What the fuck—” she shrieked.

You watched her body start to shrink. Her chest shrank, breasts pulling inward, her figure deflating as her curves melted away. Her tight shorts sagged as her hips narrowed, legs thinning into a pale, awkward set of limbs.

She looked around, desperate for someone to stop it. Her mascara streaked down her cheeks. Her friends were backing away now, whispering. One of the guys turned and walked off like he didn’t even know her.

She blinked, confused, her hands flying to her face. “No… no no no, what’s…what’s happening to me?!” Her voice sounded cracked and warped

Her platinum hair dulled to a muddy brown. The shine was gone. Everything was gone.

She looked like a scared, shy freshman now. Her shoulders were hunched and her designer clothes hung her body.

You turned back to Roxy. She was howling with laughter now, arms crossed under her full chest, shaking her head in delight. Her lips parted in a devious smirk.

“God, I love when a plan comes together,” she said, biting her lip.

Horror settled like lead in your chest.

“I… I had your hair…”

Roxy gave you a mocking, pitying look. “No, babe. You had her hair.”

You stood in sudden realization. The kiss from this morning. She’d pressed herself against you, not in love or attraction. She’d gotten close to distract you.

“You swapped it,” you whispered. “You switched the hair.”

“Mmmhmm,” she purred, brushing imaginary lint off her bare shoulder. “Slipped Alexis’s precious little platinum strand right into your grand rescue plan.”

She gestured lazily toward the girl now curled on the grass, sobbing quietly, her knees drawn to her chest. No one was helping her.

“And now look at her,” Roxy said sweetly. “No tits. No spine. Just another loser...like you.”

You looked over at Alexis, what was left of her, rocking on the lawn like a scared, forgotten child. She didn’t even look up. Her hands clutched at her now-loose clothing, trying to hold onto some shred of dignity, but the tears running down her cheeks betrayed her.

“She’s me,” you whispered, barely able to hear yourself over the pounding in your ears.

Roxy just grinned.

“No, babe. She’s worse.” Her voice was honeyed poison. “Unlike you, she’ll remember what it was like to be on top. To be admired. To matter. And now? She gets to live the rest of her life… like this.”

She stepped closer, the scent of warm vanilla flooding your senses. Her lips hovered near your ear, her voice barely a breath.

“I get to stay exactly like this,” she whispered. “And you get to spend the rest of your life wondering what the hell happened. So what are you going to do now? Still going to try to save me?”

She waited and watched you for just a few moments. Then Roxy’s smile widened, cruel and perfect.

“That’s what I thought,” she said.

Then she turned her back to you. She waved lazily to the guy still watching from the doorway. “Let’s go back upstairs, babe. I’ve got better things to do than deal with losers like them.”

He followed like a dog on a leash.

#personality change #f2f transformation #bitchification #corruption

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batboyblog · 1 year ago

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Things Biden and the Democrats did, this week #15

April 19-26 2024

President Biden appeared along side Congresswoman Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez and Senators Ed Markey and Bernie Sanders to announce major climate action. Biden announced a program, Solar For All, 7 billion dollars aimed at supporting low income house holds install solar power in their homes. The program will support 900,000 households across the country getting solar. Lower the average energy bill for a family by $400 a month and avoid more than 30 million metric tons of carbon pollution over the next 25 years. The boost in solar installation will help create 200,000 new jobs across the country. The President also announced the launch of the Climate Conservation Crops. modeled on FDR's Civilian Civilian Conservation Corps and JFK's Peace Corps, Biden's Climate Conservation Crops will be a program where young people can connect with climate projects across the country and be paid to help protect the planet. The Corps will be 20,000 strong, with 2,000 openings listed right now on their webpage across 36 states DC and Puerto Rico.

The Department of Labor finalized a new rule on overtime. Currently employers are only required to pay overtime to workers making under $35,568. Under the new ruling that will be raised to workers making $43,888, and in January 2025 raised again to workers making $58,656 and under. This will bring overtime pay to 4 million more workers and transfer $1.5 billion from the pockets of companies to workers. It also fixes to raise the level with inflation every 3 years starting in 2027.

The EPA announced a $1 billion dollar program to help replace heavily duty vehicles with clean energy versions. There are currently 3 million class 6 and 7 vehicles, school buses, box trucks dump trucks, street sweepers, delivery trucks, bucket trucks, and utility trucks, in use. 70% of the funds will go to replacing School Buses with Clean energy buses and the remaining 30% will go to replacing Vocational Vehicles like dump trucks and street sweepers. Heavy Duty vehicles on top of green house cases release harmful nitrogen oxide and fine particulate matter and replacing them will not only combat climate change but improve public health.

The Department of Interior took actions to protect 13 million acres of Alaska wild land is protected and to secure the livelihood of Alaska Native peoples who rely on this land. The Administration refused oil and mining rights on the vast areas of Alaska land as well as a 210 miles road through the northern wildernesses. This area represents valuable habitat for caribou and endangered polar bears, as well as millions of migrating birds.

The Department of Transportation announced finalized rules requiring airlines to give automatic cash refunds for canceled flights and other inconvenience. The refunds will be automatic meaning passengers will not have apply for them, prompt the airlines are required to refund a credit card purchase in 7 days, and require repayment in full and in kind, airlines can not substitute travel vouchers for cash. The DOT also announced new rules to protect airline travelers from junk fees, airlines and ticket agents must now clearly tell travelers upfront about all fees so no one is surprised by a hidden fee.

The EPA announced finalized rules on emissions standards for fuel burning power plants. The new rules include a tightening of Mercury and Air Toxics Standards, requiring a 70% reduction in mercury. It also had rules protecting ground water, new rules will require coal powered plants to remove 660 million pounds per year of pollutants discharged through wastewater, and for the first time federally regulates the dumping of coal ash, requiring safe dump sites that will not leak into ground water. Finalized rules require coal fired and new natural gas-fired power plants to capture up to 90% of their carbon pollution

Security of Transportation Pete Buttigieg attended the ground breaking of a new high speed rail project to connect Los Angeles and Las Vegas. The Biden Administration announced 3 billion to support the project 5 months ago. At 218 of all electric green rail the project promises to be the fastest way to get from LA to Las Vegas. Planned to open in 2028 just in time for the LA Olympics it is the first of many planned high speed rail projects. The Biden Administration has promised $66 billion for high speed rail and the largest single investment in Amtrak ever.

The FCC announced a new rule restoring Net Neutrality. Net Neutrality requires internet service pervaders to treat all websites equally and not slow certain ones now or speed others. In 2015 under Obama the FCC passed a rule requiring Net Neutrality. However in 2017, the FCC spread headed by Trump appointed Chair Ajit Pai repealed the rules. A patchwork of Democratic controlled states, lead by California passed state level laws requiring Net Neutrality forcing ISPs to de facto keep it in place. Late last year President Biden got the opportunity to replace Pai on the FCC, giving the FCC a 3 to 2 Democratic majority which voted this week to return to the Obama era rules and protect Net Neutrality nationwide.

The FTC passed finalized regulations to ban noncompete agreements in nearly all cases. These agreements, which cover 18% of American workers, about 30 million people, prohibit workers from joining or creating competing companies for a certain period of time. The FTC estimates that workers will earn an average of $524 dollars a year more and up to 8,500 new businesses will be created each year. The new rule will still allow noncompete for senior executives who make up less than 1% of the work force. Like with the FCC, two out of the 3 FTC commissioners who voted for the new rules are Biden appointees.

The Departments of Health and Human Services and Interior have announced a joint, $1 billion project to connect tribal communities to safe drinking water. Roughly half of Tribal households lack access to clean drinking water or adequate sanitation.

At the White House The Biden Administration announced plans to protect, restore and reconnect 8 million acres of wetlands and 100,000 miles of rivers and streams. This effort will include state, local and tribal government as well as private efforts along with the federal government to protect and restore the nations freshwater environments.

The Department of Health and Human Services announced a new rule boosting privacy protection for abortions. Republicans in states like Alabama, Texas, Oklahoma and Idaho have tried to make it a crime to leave the state to seek an abortion in a state where it is legal. The new federal rule would make it illegal for health information to be shared in these cases

Vice-President Harris announced a new rule requiring staffing standards at Nursing Homes across the country. The new rules will require registered nurses on duty 24 hours, seven days a week. This represents the first time the Centers for Medicare & Medicaid Services have required specific numbers of nurses and aides in Nursing Homes that get Medicare and Medicaid funding.

The Biden Administration Announced a $6 billion deal with tech giant Micron to bring high tech manufacturing to New York. The deal is expected to see Micron invest $100 billion in Syracuse New York area as well as build a factory in Boise, Idaho. The deal will create 70,000 new jobs. It is part of the Biden Administration's effort to bring high tech chip manufacturing to America.

The Department of Education finalized the most comprehensive federal protections for Trans and other Queer students in the nation's history. The rules also overturn Trump era rules on how colleges should handle sexual assault and harassment.

#Thanks Biden #Joe Biden #climate change #trans rights #abortion rights #overtime #net neutrality #high speed rail #green energy #electric vehicles #busy fucking week #sorry for formatting change #so many things

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Too Early

librarian!Sevika x reader

Part 1, Part 2: Avocados

warnings: none! mostly fluff, character study

7:52 am

Seven days whisked by since your blissful exchange with Sevika. The memory of her honeyed tone had gradually replaced the whispers of your seasonal slump. You had hardly even let her speak, yet you guiltily craved her rasp. A reinfused zest led you to finally grant your dark coils reprieve. After a not-so-ideally timed Thursday wash day, your resulting afro babbled life into your visage.

Now, incoming swaths of sun devoured your drowsiness and any residual tenderness sold to you in your dreams. Dreams of this captivating librarian undressing your armor, undressing your pain, undressing you. As your eyes fluttered open, you cleared your rugged throat, forcing in the dry air of reality. But, upon the tail of your second inhale arrived the taste of hope.

Bare skin hit chilling air then scorching water then jasmine steam, numb with excitement. Jasmine lotion to match trailed closely behind. As the air settled in your bathroom, you watched your reflection become sharper. Your skin glowed with renewal and the promise of life. And good God your hair missed being loud and free, unwound into a meandering cacophony of curls. You turn toward the soft knitted sweater and nude slacks you’ve had set aside since last Sunday evening and release a giddy chuckle.

Sevika, on the other hand, was beginning to wear down her favorite running shoes. 6 miles became 7 became 10.2. Finally stopping a block from her apartment, she panted profusely as her muscles trembled and sweat trailed. Combing wet strands from her well-kept eyebrows, she shuffled hazily forward. Her mind had been a mess since your encounter. Uncertain of your return and concerningly anxious for your approval, she ultimately quit scouring the library for the perfect book to give you. She sought clarity in abandonment, but intrusive regret whispered in the wind.

9:01 am

Breathless again, Sevika arrives late to work. For the first time. In 8 months. Slinging her messenger bag aside, she reclines in her office chair at the front desk, directing a pensive and distant stare toward the entrance. Reluctantly, she draws her gaze toward her computer, settling her wire-framed glasses on the bridge of her nose. She throws herself into the flow of work for some semblance of solace from the heat you drew to her cheeks. Some kind of frustration.

Too often, she’d found herself in a position such as this, ready to take. To play a role for her carnal satisfaction. But your perturbing essence gave her pause. And she wasn’t sure why. Sevika eyes her bag wearily as it lay neglected on the stuffy carpet. She pivots back to the monitor array before her heartbeat could accelerate any further.

Eventually, the mechanical whir of the automatic doors announce your entrance. You waltz in, underwhelming horror book in hand, ready to bother the alluring librarian. Sevika’s gleaming silver eyes meet the consuming depth of your own and her mind falters. She shoots another nervous glance at her bag and adjusts the sleeves of her maroon turtleneck. She clears her throat, as if to—

“Sevika,” your voice was proudly clear. You held a confidence only found in the pursuit of frivolous affairs. At least, that was what you willed yourself to believe. “How are ya?” you ask with the dearest smile.

“Better, now that you’re here,” she grins, trying to hide her involuntary wince. But she relaxes at your chuckle.

“Oh? Do I really have such an effect on you already?” you bat your eyelashes.

She scoffs. “Well, it might only be downhill from here…”

“Mmm… no book rec, then?” you frown, heart rate accelerating. You watched as Sevika’s breath became stilted and she seemed to brace herself. Disappointment crashes over you in a senseless wave, leaving your ears ringing. In a split second your mind descends into a smoldering mess of nauseating shame for letting your imagination wander so far. For letting it inflate your ego and vitalize your strut and illuminate your week. You had hoped too early.

Between your festering doubt and Sevika’s foreign anxiety, a thick silence coats the room. After a self-soothing shoulder roll and a deep breath, Sevika hinges at the hip to grasp for her bag. Upon its retrieval, she rummages through a mess of paper, pens, and earbud wires to fish out a beat up paperback. She returns to your gaze, wide-eyed and trepidatious, and offers you the book.

Peter Pan.

You thumb through yellowed and tattered pages, flying past sporadic annotations in various colors. The book was obviously well loved and you wondered how much of her you could find in the margins.

“I’m sure you’ve read it before… but I figured I couldn’t miss with a classic,” she explained.

“Mmm, well, you’re right about both,” you chuckle, eyes rediscovering hers. “Although, it's been years.”

“Perfect,” Sevika exhales after a beat, voice gravelly. She examines your demeanor, recording every quirk of your brow and tug of your lips.

And for now, her heart remains steady, anxiety kept at bay by your casually lunar glow. Soft. Not warm, but kind. Sedating.

7:07 pm

After a day lengthened by the demand of errands, you return home. Arms full of groceries and mail, you heave the burden onto your counter. Even in your haste, the grains, dairy, meats, and produce find their way to appropriate storage spaces. The avocados, a little too firm for your liking, hide in the dark recesses of a kitchen drawer.

In a tense, temporal competition, you bound through your evening routine, only slowing for steam. Your scalding shower drowns out your pounding heart, but only your mother’s tea blend soothes it.

Your mattress squeals at your return, yielding to your weight. As you peruse through the thin novel, thickened by pages with memory of use and a little abuse, you notice evolution. The ghost of Sevika’s youth spoke through a stilted pink scrawl. A perfectionist’s know-it-all navy nearly salutes in its neat lines. Beyond the shaky greens and whispered graphite, there was a confident red in which her phone number lounged beneath the acknowledgements.

You gently pressed forward, ignoring the page, because for some reason, you were ready to peel back her disembodied layers, but it was too early for a little chat.

8:22 pm

Sevika meanders home after closing, playing and replaying your reaction, as if she could conjure a view of you leafing through her pages now.

By the time she made it to her door, a sidling discomfort arrived beneath her skin. She grimaced through the goosebumps, guiding heavy steps toward her bedroom. Sevika collapses on the bed, only working her shoes off after an absent, lingering gaze at the offensive air. Something was suffocating her.

Her pulse instantaneously accelerates at the thought of your fingers running over her words, her scrawled musings and confessions. Slight as it may be, she had offered you a tender sliver of her. One marked with the rings of time, colored by nearly every iteration of her.

For longer than she’d ever admit, her consciousness floundered for memory of the extent to which she might lay bare on your nightstand. But she also began to wonder, how gingerly you would pick her apart.

6:34 am, the next morning

Blinking the haze from your eyes, you notice Sevika’s splayed novel rests precariously near the foot of your bed. Her scarlet message remains conveniently veiled, but hardly forgotten.

Your stomach gurgles for your usual effortful breakfast. Checking for the give of your toady fruit, you’re only slightly disappointed by their stubborn rigidity. So you engulf them again in the coaxing dark. Pancakes it is.

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a/n: i realize this is giving sevika X READER lmao but stay with me

#sevika #sevika arcane #sevika x reader #sevika x you #arcane #black!reader #sevika x black reader #librarian!sevika #sevika fluff

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lil-bitty-lubdubs · 3 months ago

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The Basement Series:Fraya pt.2

After a while she started coming out of the haze looking around. The first thing Freya noticed was the sterile cold air inflating her lungs automatically when she tired to take a breath. She opened her eyes all the way and looked down at her self. She realized she was naked and in a strange room. Leads were attached to her chest and fed into a heart monitor a few feet in front of her. She felt something larger than a lead and picked her head up slightly to get a better look. They were AED pads, one fit just on her collarbone and the other under her left breast. Her heart rate started increasing and the monitor beeped out loud keeping to her rhythm. “Welcome back Freya.” Cal walked into the light. She panicked when she saw him clearly remembering him. She tried getting up to run before realizing she was bound to the table and forgetting she was intubated. She struggled weakly but to no avail. Besides her chest ached something fierce and fear was feeding her jelly like strength. “I promised you lots of fun and lots we shall have still. You wanna see it?” he turned a camera to her so she could watch the screen. That’s when she noticed another one mounted just next to her heart monitor, recoding light ablaze. She wished she could beat this Cal over the head with it.

She wanted nothing to do with seeing her own rape, but curiosity got the best of her and her eyes remained glued to the screen. To her horror, she realized he wasn’t here for sex. It was far worse. As she watched she felt bile rising despite the tube in her throat breathing rhythmically for her, as Cal resuscitated her out of flatline.

“You see Freya I want to know you. I want to know everything about you. I want to know how your heart beats in a normal rhythm. I want to know how you react to being injected with…oh I don’t know…potassium. Or being given a stimulant. How long can your little heart hold out say… against a dose of heroin. Or how about drowing. Water inflating your lungs forcing the precious oxygen out of you as you take in the thick water instead, or maybe gassed with a special mix … I mean the fun we are going to have is endless. He grinned.

That’s when she knew she was in trouble. He was sick. Mentally sick. Not hormonal raging sick with a side of losing control. He was literally a lunatic living in his own fantasy reality and he was going to kill her. Not just once but over and over until he couldn’t bring her back again. Despite his acute handsome features, she wanted to vomit, she felt adrenaline flood into her body as the fear took over. She struggled harder. He smiled.

‘That’s it sweetheart. Panic. Yield that little heart to me.” he grabbed the side of her head and held it down to the side a needle in his hand. She screamed against the tube in her throat as he injected her straight in the carotid artery. He was using not just drugs but her own body against her, she realized. That’s’ why he’d waited for her to wake. He was using her fear to send her heart faster into death.

She felt heat spread from the injection site and burn as it went. It reached her heart in seconds, sending it soaring. 120 beats a minute. 140 the monitor was crying out in warning, her eyes stated rolling back into her head as she saw fireworks. 180 and it climbed still. Cal stood beside her watching her writhe and struggled to breath until finally all her little muscle could do was quiver ineffectively at 230 beets a minute.

“That’s it little heart.” He placed his hand directly over her sternum, “shake and let me pump you back into sinus.” he smiled as she flatlined. He came then, unable to hold out anymore, groaning and thrusting next to his newest beauty. When he finished, he used a wipe and then jumped on top of Freya, his hips over her abdomen as he dethatched the breathing machine. He decided to forgo the ambu bag and tuned to look straight into the camera smiling knowingly as one eyebrow shot up. He went for the tube jutting out of her throat sealing his lips around the hole making sure he was watching the camera and started shoving air down her trachea as her breasts rose with her inflated lungs. He did it three more times before being satisfied she was oxygenated. He slid a bag out from under her bed that read Lucas Heart Thumper and undid her arm restrains. Sliding the small board behind her to the spot right underneath her heart, he locked in the top over her sternum and used the tip of his middle and fourth finger to landmark the right position just above her sternal notch.

The machine came to life as he began setting the dials to begin pumping her heart. Cal continued breathing for her while whispering reassuringly into her ear. “In case you’re worried Freya, I won’t stop until your heart is beating again…even if that takes hours. You see the beauty of this machine: the Lucas Heart Thumper, is that it will be perfectly deep and effective each time no matter how long it takes for your heart to beat on its own. And it’s gonna do exactly what it says sweetie – it’s gonna thump your heart back to beating.” he patted her chest just below the Thumper where her ribs met. “You ready?” He hit the on button and the handle depressed 2 inches into her chest. Thump. The first one was just a tester. The machine paused there 2 seconds and then started pumping. Over and over it hammered her heart between her sternum and her spine relentlessly, mercilessly. For 20 minutes it worked her helpless body, while Cal used the ambu bag to fill her lungs all the while whispering sensually in her ear, until he got what he wanted, sinus rhythm. He stopped the assault on her chest but continued to breath into her with the bag running his hand over her nipples. “Hello again sweetheart, welcome back my sweetest heart.”

#cpr #cpr female #dark resus #chest compressions #resus #dark cardiophilia #cpr and aed #thumper

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curvykittyyssmutfics · 7 months ago

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THIS CAME TO ME IN MY DREAM... CAN YOU MAKE A STORY ABOUT THE READER BEING NANAMI'S LITTLE SISTER AND GOJO HAS A CRUSH ON HER OR SMTH IDK 🤭🤭🤭

A/N: Gojo art credits go to @tayatimiko

GOJO that jumps in his seat startled af, eyes wide as saucers behind his blind fold when come up from behind and cover em w/ both hands. "Baby, why haven't u called me back? It's so lonely in my mansion." You quote, a sensual whisper in his ear. He jumps to his feet, bumpin into his desk clumsily, offering a nervous chuckle at ur joke. "Hey, y/n.. Was just omw out. Sorry. I Gotta, um.. Uhh, u know-," Stutters some lame excuse and flees the classroom. Just like he does whenever u catch him alone after hours. "What the actual fuck?" 🤨 Fuckin guy's been actin strange lately. Like even for Satoru's weird ass. You've been tryin to get him alone to talk about but it's as if he can't stand to be in the same room with u. Refuses to look at u more than a few seconds and its drivin u too the damn brink.

GOJO that's always been like kin to u. But you're not fuckin blind, how could you not notice the skyscraper is sex onna stick? Soiled 💦 plenty of ur pretty panties just from lookin at his pretty face. But he swats away ur school girl crush without a thought. As Nanami's lil sis, Satoru insisted on treating u like a sibling. But ur older now. And what u don't know is.. He can't deny you've grown into a lovely young woman. Smart, compassionate, brave. And GAWD, don't even let him start thinkin bout that fuckin body..

GOJO is startin to feel like a super creep cause he can't stop his filthy mind from day dreaming albout you, no matter what he's doin. Ur soft curly mane, shape of ur beautiful y/e/c eyes, curve of ur cute nose. The softest plush full lips.. They'd def feel otherworldly wrapped around his- 👄👅🍆"Fuuuck, baby, don't stop.." Satoru groans, abruptly wakin himself up from the lusty dream starring u. Scrubs at his tired features and glances at the alarm clock. 12:37 am. "Dammit, ma.. Can't even sleep without u on my mind." Spends the rest the night tossin and turnin, tryin to erase the vision of u gaggin on his cock from his pervert brain.

GOJO no longer believes in relieving his stress if it isn't inside of u, basically becomes a born again virgin. Really thinks the amount of nut he's savin for u gave him hyperspermia and now every time he cums, it can literally fill buckets. Even worse he just start havin the most intense nocturnal emissions. Though his body feels like it's on cloud 9, it's startin to get aggravating, goin to sleep w/ u on his mind only to wake up to his dick dischargin like a automatic. "Shitshitshit! Nooo, not again." Satoru stares at his inflated cock swelling fatter in disbelief, energy burstin from him uncontrollably when he spasms, whimpering for u again and again as the temple starts to tremble, cracks tearing through the foundation. "Y/n, baby, fuuuck- I need u! Ohhplease, be mine.. Jus lemme feed that pussy this big fat load. Please honey, 's all for u, all for -nghh.. ah, ah, ah, can't stop! I can't stop cummin for u baby." The lastest dirty delusional demo 🍆🍩 of u cloggin his brain and he's so helpless, grippin the thick throbbing base of his shaft tight, trying to stop the overwhelming flow, gut compressin as the next spurt shoots even harder. An detrimental earthquake cracks through the surrounding streets but Satoru's too busy cryin and shakin. "Oh fuck, I can't take it! T-too good, too much.. haaah! 'M gonna die, pleeease! Stopstopstop- no! Wanna stuff u princess, such a waaaste.." Delrious ass sweatin bullets while his nut shoots high in the air, splatter audible when it rains back down all over his face and chest. But he just sloppily jerks at his dick, head saggingon his pillow as he attempts to wring himself dry, nut coating his slender knuckles in the yummiest glaze. "H-help me sweet girl- ohhh y/nnn.." Can't stop gaspin ur name, thrashin in his king size bed, the last of his ooey gooey nut cascading down his dick and balls as thunder crashes up above, lightning hailing across the sky like electric arrows before a random bolt slices through the adjoining building. Fuck.. Yaga's definitely gonna be pissed.

GOJO despises staying away from u and misses the fuck outta ur clingy ass. Craves how u used bake him his favorite sweet treats when he came over, yummy body bangin in ur sports bra and lil cotton shorts. Backing it up on him, reachin back to grip his neck, twerking all on him to the nastiest playlist. Or how u used to slide to his place unannounced, usually watchin as he laid on his tummy and rocked out on the ps5 in only a pair of black briefs. You'd always sit on his naked back, playin in his hair, massagin the weeks tension out his broad shoulders as he shouted obscenities at his teammates, only pausing to groan in satisfaction at ur talented fingers. Satoru can still feel the heated print of ur cushy tush 🍑 and chubby puss 🍪 molded to his spine. Had to will his away his nut countless times as he laid atop a fat boner, tryin to concentrate on the game and not moan like a whore when u squish ur front to his back and hug him tight. "Yay, good job Toru, u won!" Ur weight puttin the most delicious pressure on his dick. Feels so slutty rememberin how the smallest softest kiss to the back of neck had his eyes glazing over, teeth diggin into his bottom lip as nut pours from his flushed slit.

GOJO can't accept his crush on his good friends lil sis. Needs space from u since he can't pin ur feet behind ur ears and slurp ur cunt till he's full, so he decides to be a grade A dick. "Y/n, we need ta talk." Folds his long arms and shakes his head when u stomp ur foot and throw a hissy 😡 after he says u can't come on missions w/ him and Nanami anymore under pretenses that he just tryin to keep u safe. "Seriously Toru? U been ignorin me for how long? No reason, not a text or call. Now this shit?" Lean frame reclined against the schools entrance doors beside ur perplexed brother, kissable lips thinning dramatically. Pussy ofcourse is lookin anywhere but u. "'M not gettin into all that, y/n. Lets jus keep it professional since we're at work, yeah?" Nanami quirks a blonde brow, so sick and tired of the odd tension. "Gojo, it's fine. Y/n's got us. It's never been a problem before. We can-," ur brother tries to interject but Satoru huffs and storms off without another word. "Just stay this once. I'll talk to him." Ur bother squeezes u in a quick hug when ur eyes tear w/ frustration, kissing the top of ur head before jogging after the idiot.

GOJO feels bad when Nanami scolds him the next day about makin u cry. "U were an absolute terror yesterday. More than usual. I don't care why. U need to fix this Satoru. Whatever it takes." Satoru is exasperated af atp. Wholeheartedly doubts ur brother knows what he's saying. He can't even be in ur presence w/ out wondering what ur perfect tits would feel like in his mouth. 🤤 "Look.. We just need.. Space rn. Its nothin." Nanami slits his eyes, poppin Satoru in the back of the head. "I'm not an idiot, like u. Can't just ignore how she feels bout u.. How u feel about eachother." Satoru definitely engages his infinity, always expectin this convo w/ ur brother to be rather unpleasant. "How long have u known?" "How long have u loved her?" Satoru's stumped. So he's not as subtle as he believes? Shocker. 😮 "Longer than I care to admit rn. Kento.. It'll change everything." Nanami nods slow. "Just don't hurt her."

GOJO that's the one who ends up hurt when he arrives to the school for class but sees u trainin real up close and personal with the new instructor. The fucker 🖕🏽is all in ur grill, leanin his weight into u as he helps u "stretch". Feelin up ur thighs while pressin ur leg above ur head, his bulge pokin dangerously close to the center between ur legs. "How's that feel, sweetheart? Not too bad right?" Its a dagger to his heart 😭that ur all smiles and giggles. Satoru doesn't even realize he's shoved em off u, wailing on the guy over and over. "Fuckin bastard! Swear if u EVER fuckin touch what's mine again, I'll rip ur fuckin arms off!" Pummels him to a pulp and the fuckin loser is unconscious by the 2cnd punch but he doesnt stop. "Satoru, stop! Ur gonna kill him!" Which he wouldn't have realize if it weren't for u usin the cursed technique u share w/ Nanami, the precise hit blastin him back so hard Satoru has to dig his nail into the ground to catch his footing. U gaze at eachother in the longest stare down, tense af, chests heaving, both brewing with fiery burst of cursed energy. Thoughts racing a hundred miles per minute and Satoru just can't take this shit no more. Teleports inches away, yankin u to him w/ both hands on ur ass and smotherin u inna a hungry demanding kiss. But ur still pissed, pushin him back before slappin him across the face. "I should rip UR fuckin arms off for thinkin u could ghost me then slide thru to defend my honor!" Feelin a bit of justice as he rubs his pink cheek. "I know, I'm sorry y/n. I-," But u interrupt him with another hard smack. "Just.. Shut up, dummy. Dick first, talk later." You snarl, dragging him to his office by his uniform collar.

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amethystarachnid · 7 months ago

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Hi! 🤍

For my second request, I'd love to request a college student! Tony Stark or a young! Tony Stark (after college) story for your Marvel Holiday Special, whichever one you prefer to write for.

I'm thinking of the prompt [ 8. First Christmas Together – Share a special first holiday celebration with your character, complete with shared traditions and sweet moments. ] for him and Fem! Reader, with lots of cute moments such as buying/decorating a tree together, going to a Christmas market, exchanging sweet, thoughtful gifts, making peppermint hot chocolate, etc. (I understand if you can't fit all of this in; please feel free to pick and choose which ideas you'd like to write about the most.)

Thank you so much, and I'm looking forward to seeing all the stories you'll gift us this holiday season! 🤍

FROGS, GLOBES AND BURNT CHOCOLATE

⤷ ANTHONY “TONY” E. STARK

ᯓ★ Pairing: Anthony “Tony” E. Stark x fem!reader

ᯓ★ Genre: romance, fluff

ᯓ★ Request from: MARVEL Holiday special

ᯓ★ Story type: one shot

ᯓ★ Word count: 6.5k

ᯓ★ Summary: it's the first Christmas for you and Tony in your shared apartment and you are really excited: will it be a complete disaster or the best Christmas ever?

ᯓ★ TW(s): fluff

ᯓ★ me when soft men and Christmas

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ᯓ★ MARVEL Holiday Special

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ᯓ★ English isn’t my first language

The biting December air nips at your cheeks as you step out of the car, the door swinging closed with a quiet thud behind you. Snowflakes drift lazily from a slate-gray sky, dotting the ground with a fresh layer of white, and the smell of pine and roasted chestnuts lingers faintly in the air. The shopping plaza is bustling with life, from bundled-up couples carrying oversized bags to kids chasing each other, their laughter cutting through the cold. Beside you, Tony Stark, hands stuffed in the pockets of his leather jacket, surveys the scene like he’s about to conquer it.

“You realize,” he starts, cocking an eyebrow at the giant inflatable Santa looming above the store entrance, “this is all part of a grand capitalist scheme, right? They’re counting on saps like us to drop a small fortune on plastic snowflakes and gaudy lights.”

You roll your eyes, nudging his arm playfully as you step closer. “You say that now, but I saw how excited you got when I mentioned a tree. Don’t try to pretend you’re above it.”

“I’m excited because I’m picturing us building some kind of robot that lights the tree for us. Or—ooh, one that launches ornaments like tiny projectiles. Think about it: automated Christmas chaos.”

“Or we could just have a normal Christmas like normal people,” you suggest, looping your arm through his and steering him toward the store entrance. The warmth of his body seeps through the layers of your coat, and you feel a spark of giddiness bubbling in your chest. This isn’t just any Christmas; it’s your Christmas together, in your new apartment. The thought alone is enough to make your heart skip.

Tony hums noncommittally, but there’s a glimmer of mischief in his eyes as the automatic doors slide open. “Normal’s overrated. But fine, I’ll humor you. Lead on, holiday spirit incarnate.”

The store is a sensory overload of glitter and color, every aisle packed to the brim with tinsel, ornaments, and lights. A soft instrumental version of “Jingle Bells” plays over the speakers, adding to the festive chaos. Tony lets out a low whistle as he takes it all in.

“Okay, I’ll admit it. This is…a lot,” he says, plucking a sparkly green bow from a nearby shelf and holding it up. “Tell me you don’t want me to wear this.”

“I wasn’t going to,” you reply, snatching it out of his hand, “but now that you mention it…”

He grins, a boyish, lopsided thing that makes your stomach flip. “You know, I’d do it for you. I’d make it look good, too.”

You laugh, shaking your head as you steer the cart down the first aisle. It’s stocked with strings of lights in every color imaginable, and you pause to inspect a box of classic white ones. Tony, naturally, zeroes in on something completely different.

“Multicolor. Obviously,” he says, holding up a box of lights that blink in erratic patterns. “This screams fun. And by fun, I mean mildly seizure-inducing, but hey, memorable.”

“Memorable is one word for it,” you reply, raising an eyebrow. “But I was thinking classic. White lights are elegant.”

“Oh, I see. You’re going for classy,” Tony says, resting an arm casually on the cart’s handle. “But come on, we’re young, living in sin, and this is our first Christmas in our place. It should be fun, not…a Martha Stewart catalog.”

You laugh despite yourself, considering his point. “Okay, fine. But we’re compromising. White lights for the tree, multicolor for…something else.”

“Deal,” Tony agrees, tossing the box of multicolored lights into the cart with an air of triumph. “This is how we build a healthy relationship. Compromising over Christmas decorations. Dr. Phil would be so proud.”

“You’re impossible,” you say, rolling your eyes even as a smile tugs at your lips.

“And yet, here you are, willingly cohabitating with me. Who’s the real winner here?”

You shake your head, but the warmth in his voice and the sparkle in his eyes make it impossible to be annoyed. Instead, you grab his hand, threading your fingers through his. “Come on, Stark. Let’s find a tree.”

The tree section is overwhelming, with rows upon rows of artificial evergreens of varying heights and degrees of realism. Tony takes it upon himself to test the sturdiness of each one by shaking them, earning a few disapproving looks from nearby shoppers.

“This one looks like it could survive an earthquake,” he says, gesturing to a six-foot tree with perfectly symmetrical branches. “What do you think?”

You inspect it critically, running your hand over the faux pine needles. “It’s nice, but…is it too perfect? I kind of like the ones that look a little…messy. More natural.”

Tony steps back, rubbing his chin in mock seriousness. “You want messy? Oh, I can find messy. But let’s just hope it doesn’t come pre-infested with fake squirrels or something.”

“Fake squirrels?” you echo, laughing. “That’s oddly specific.”

“What can I say? My imagination is a gift.” He grins, leaning down to press a quick kiss to your temple before turning to scour the rows for the “perfectly imperfect” tree. The simple gesture sends a warm glow through you, and you find yourself marveling, not for the first time, at how easily he makes you feel cherished.

After some debate—and a bit of mild bickering—you settle on a slightly uneven but charmingly full tree that Tony immediately dubs “Frank.” The name sticks, and by the time you’re wheeling the cart toward the ornament aisle, you’re both brainstorming ways to make Frank the star of the apartment.

“Obviously, Frank needs a killer topper,” Tony says, scanning the shelves. “Something that says, ‘I’m the king of this Christmas.’ What about this?” He holds up a comically oversized star, glitter raining down from it as he tilts it from side to side.

You wrinkle your nose. “It’s a little…much.”

“That’s the point,” he insists, but you shake your head, and he relents with a dramatic sigh. “Fine. You pick. But if you pick something boring, I reserve the right to judge you.”

You smirk, holding up a simple yet elegant angel with golden wings. “How’s this?”

Tony eyes it for a moment before nodding. “It’s got class. I approve.”

“Good,” you reply, adding it to the cart. “Now let’s talk ornaments.”

Tony immediately gravitates toward the more unconventional options—a hamburger, a miniature disco ball, a tiny rocket ship. You can’t help but laugh as he piles them into the cart with zero hesitation.

“We’re going for eclectic, right?” he says, grinning at your expression.

“Eclectic is one way to put it,” you reply, picking up a box of glass baubles in varying shades of red and gold. “But I think we need a little balance.”

“Sure, sure. Balance.” He waves a hand dismissively before adding a dinosaur ornament to the pile. “Like this guy. He’s green, he’s festive, and he’s clearly balancing the holiday spirit with prehistoric flair.”

You groan, but it’s impossible to be annoyed with him. His enthusiasm is infectious, and you find yourself laughing more than you have in weeks. By the time you make it to the checkout line, your cart is an eclectic mix of classic and quirky, much like the two of you.

As the cashier rings up your items, Tony leans against the counter, watching you with an expression that’s equal parts fond and amused. “You know,” he says, his voice low enough that only you can hear, “I think this might be the most fun I’ve ever had in a store.”

“Really?” you tease, arching an eyebrow. “Even more fun than that time we got kicked out of IKEA?”

“That wasn’t fun; that was an adventure,” he replies, grinning. “This is different. This is…nice.”

His words, simple as they are, make your chest ache in the best way. You reach out, slipping your hand into his and giving it a gentle squeeze. “Yeah,” you agree softly. “It is.”

By the time you get everything loaded into the car and head back to the apartment, the snow has started falling harder, the flakes sticking to the windshield as the wipers sweep them away. Tony hums along to the Christmas music playing softly on the radio, and you can’t help but smile at how relaxed he looks, one hand on the wheel, the other drumming against his knee.

When you finally arrive home, the two of you haul your bags and the boxed-up tree upstairs, collapsing onto the couch in a heap of exhaustion and laughter. The apartment is warm and cozy, the faint scent of cinnamon from the candle you lit earlier filling the air. Tony stretches out, his head resting in your lap as he looks up at you with that lazy, lopsided grin you love so much.

“Ready to turn this place into a winter wonderland?” he asks, his voice tinged with mock seriousness.

You laugh, running your fingers through his hair. “Ready as I’ll ever be.”

And with that, the two of you set to work, turning your shared space into something magical. Every ornament, every string of lights, every silly joke shared along the way feels like a promise—of love, of laughter, of a future together that’s as bright and colorful as the tree now standing proudly in the corner.

Tony sprawls out on the floor, an open box of ornaments beside him, his legs kicking lazily as he examines a particularly garish one: a glitter-covered pineapple. He holds it up to the light, squinting as if he’s inspecting a fine piece of art. “This one,” he declares, pointing at the pineapple and then at you with the seriousness of a presidential speech, “needs prime real estate. Front and center. It’s the kind of ornament that demands attention.”

You glance over from where you’re untangling a string of lights, your hands already glittery from the process. “It’s hideous. If it’s going on the tree, it’s going in the back where no one can see it.”

“Hideous?” Tony gasps, clutching the pineapple like it’s a wounded comrade. “This is a conversation starter. It says, ‘This tree belongs to people with taste and a sense of humor.’”

“It says, ‘This tree belongs to people who lost a bet,’” you counter, tossing a rogue light bulb into the trash pile.

He drops the ornament into the box with an exaggerated huff, crossing his arms and leaning back against the couch. “You have no appreciation for the avant-garde. Next, you’re going to tell me my disco-ball ornament doesn’t make the cut either.”

“Oh, that’s going on the tree,” you say with a smirk, plugging in the lights and watching them flicker to life. “I have to draw the line somewhere, but even I’m not heartless enough to deprive you of a tiny disco inferno.”

Tony grins, clearly victorious. “That’s the spirit. All right, let’s light this bad boy up.”

The two of you tackle the tree together, winding the lights around it in haphazard loops. Tony insists on controlling the rotation of the tree while you maneuver the lights, which leads to a fair amount of bickering, punctuated by his constant reminders to “watch the top—Frank’s got dignity, you know.”

“You named it,” you mutter under your breath, stepping over a stray ornament. “You’re not allowed to treat it like it’s a fragile piece of Renaissance art.”

“I named it because I care,” he replies loftily, holding the tree steady as you stretch up on your tiptoes to loop the lights higher. “And because I think Frank deserves respect for the sacrifices he’s making to be part of our inaugural Christmas.”

“He’s a fake tree, Tony.”

“Fake doesn’t mean he’s emotionless,” Tony quips, grinning at you. “I mean, look at me. A solid 50% of my charm is artificial, and I’m still delightful.”

You laugh, shaking your head as you finally secure the last strand of lights. “Okay, fine, Frank. If you’re sentient, blink twice.”

Tony leans in close to the tree, squinting at the lights with mock intensity. “Was that a blink? Did you see it?”

“Definitely not,” you reply, rolling your eyes as you pick up a box of ornaments. “Now let’s get to the fun part.”

Tony takes an unceremonious dive into the box, emerging with the hamburger ornament in one hand and a golden bauble in the other. “Burgers or boring?” he asks, holding them up like they’re dueling gladiators.

“Both,” you say, plucking the bauble from his hand and placing it carefully on the tree. “It’s called balance, remember?”

He makes a face but hangs the burger ornament on a branch anyway. “Fine, but I’m putting it next to the dinosaur for thematic consistency. Carnivores stick together.”

“Carnivores?” you repeat, laughing. “You’re putting way too much thought into this.”

“Hey, someone has to,” Tony says, standing back to survey his work. “Look at that. A prehistoric picnic. The tree’s already a masterpiece, and we’ve barely started.”

The decorating continues in a flurry of glitter, laughter, and occasional sabotage. Every time you carefully place a glass ornament, Tony finds a way to “accidentally” bump into the tree, sending it wobbling precariously.

“Oops,” he says innocently, steadying the trunk. “Guess Frank’s not as sturdy as we thought.”

“Keep doing that, and Frank’s going to end up on the curb,” you warn, pointing a candy-cane-shaped ornament at him like it’s a weapon.

“You wouldn’t dare,” Tony replies, his grin widening. “Not with all the blood, sweat, and glitter we’ve poured into this.”

“You’re testing me, Stark.”

“Oh, I live to test you,” he says with a wink, before dramatically hanging the pineapple ornament directly in the center of the tree. “There. Perfection.”

You groan, but you’re laughing too hard to argue. Instead, you reach for the tree topper—the angel you picked earlier—and hold it up for inspection. “Ready to crown Frank?”

Tony salutes you, stepping back to give you room. “Do it. Make him majestic.”

You climb onto the arm of the couch for a little extra height, balancing carefully as you place the angel on top of the tree. Tony’s hands hover near your waist, ready to catch you if you wobble.

“There,” you say, stepping back to admire your handiwork. “What do you think?”

Tony tilts his head, his arms crossed as he surveys the tree. “I think Frank’s looking sharp. A little eclectic, a little classy. Just like us.”

You smile, nudging his side. “You’re such a sap.”

“Only for you,” he replies smoothly, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you close. “So, what’s next? Stockings? Mistletoe? A twenty-foot inflatable snowman for the balcony?”

“Stockings, yes. Mistletoe, maybe. The snowman? Absolutely not.”

“Buzzkill,” Tony mutters, but he’s grinning as he grabs a pair of stockings from one of the shopping bags. “Do we hang these by the nonexistent chimney with care? Or do we just toss them wherever and hope Santa’s GPS works?”

You snatch the stockings from him, rolling your eyes. “We hang them on the wall, genius. Like civilized people.”

As you arrange the stockings Tony rummages through another bag, producing a tangled mess of garland. He holds it up triumphantly. “What do you think? Wall art or trip hazard?”

“Knowing you? Both.”

He laughs, draping the garland over his shoulders like a boa. “You’re no fun. But fine, I’ll keep it classy. Where do you want it?”

After some debate—and an accidental garland lassoing incident—you manage to string it up along the window, adding a cozy, festive touch to the room. By the time you’re finished, the apartment feels transformed. The tree twinkles in the corner, the stockings hang proudly on the wall, and the faint scent of cinnamon from the candle still lingers in the air.

Tony collapses onto the couch with a dramatic sigh, patting the space beside him. “All right, decorating queen. Come admire our masterpiece.”

You join him, tucking your feet under you as you lean against his side. He throws an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close as the two of you sit in comfortable silence, watching the lights on the tree blink and twinkle.

“You know,” he says after a moment, his voice softer than usual, “this actually turned out pretty great.”

“You sound surprised,” you tease, resting your head against his chest.

“I’m not surprised,” he replies, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “I just… I don’t know. It’s nice. Having this. With you.”

Your chest tightens at the sincerity in his voice, and you tilt your head to look up at him. His expression is uncharacteristically serious, his brown eyes warm and earnest.

“Yeah,” you say softly, your hand finding his. “It is.”

He squeezes your hand, his usual smirk returning as he glances at the tree. “Although I still say the pineapple should’ve been the topper.”

You groan, laughing as you swat his arm. “You’re impossible.”

“And yet, here you are,” he quips, leaning down to press a quick kiss to your forehead. “Guess that makes me irresistible.”

“Or maybe I’m just a saint,” you reply, grinning up at him.

“Either way,” he says, settling back against the couch with a satisfied sigh, “this is shaping up to be the best Christmas ever.”

And as you sit there, the soft glow of the tree lighting up the room, you can’t help but agree.

The snow falls gently, blanketing the cobblestone streets of the Christmas market in a powdery white. Strings of twinkling lights are draped between booths, casting a warm glow over the bustling scene. The air is rich with the mingling scents of roasted chestnuts, mulled wine, and sweet pastries, and the faint hum of Christmas carols played by a live quartet in the distance adds a magical touch to the atmosphere.

You clutch Tony’s arm as the two of you wander through the market, your boots crunching softly against the snow-dusted ground. He’s wearing his favorite dark coat, the one that hugs his shoulders just right, and a red scarf that you gave him last Christmas. The scarf is slightly askew, and it makes him look effortlessly charming in that disheveled way only he can pull off.

“You know,” he says, his breath puffing out in little clouds, “this place is like a booby trap for wallets. Everywhere you turn, something’s glittering and saying, ‘Buy me! Buy me!’ It’s diabolical.”

You laugh, tightening your grip on his arm. “It’s a Christmas market, Tony. That’s kind of the point.”

He grins, his brown eyes glinting with mischief. “Yeah, well, just remember, you’re in charge of stopping me from buying a chocolate fountain or a solid gold Santa.”

“Solid gold Santa? That’s oddly specific.”

“Give it time,” he replies. “I’m sure there’s a booth for it somewhere. Maybe next to the artisanal hot chocolate stand.”

As if on cue, you pass a booth selling gourmet hot chocolate, complete with toppings ranging from whipped cream to crushed candy canes. Tony slows, glancing at the display with obvious interest.

“Should we?” he asks, already reaching for his wallet.

“Tony, we’ve been here five minutes, and you’re already caving,” you tease, pulling him away gently. “Let’s at least make it past the first aisle before we start buying things.”

“Fine, but I’m circling back for it,” he says, shooting the booth a longing look as you guide him onward.

The market is a sensory overload in the best possible way. Every booth offers something unique: hand-carved wooden toys, blown glass ornaments, cozy knit scarves, and even quirky items like soap shaped like reindeer. Tony, naturally, gravitates toward the most absurd finds.

“Look at this!” he exclaims, holding up a ceramic frog wearing a Santa hat. “Tell me this isn’t peak holiday spirit.”

“It’s…something,” you admit, trying not to laugh. “But do we really need a festive frog in our lives?”

“We don’t need it, but we deserve it,” he counters, raising an eyebrow. “You’re really going to deny Frank the Frog a warm, loving home?”

You snatch the frog from his hands, placing it back on the display. “Frank the Frog will have to find a family that appreciates him more than we do.”

“Cold,” Tony mutters, shaking his head as you move on. “Heartless. And here I thought you were the soft one in this relationship.”

You glance back at him, smirking. “You clearly don’t know me at all.”

“Oh, I know you,” he replies, falling into step beside you again. “I also know you’re going to want to buy something completely impractical any minute now. And when you do, I’ll be ready to gloat.”

“Fat chance,” you say, but you can already feel your resolve slipping as you pass a booth selling intricately detailed snow globes. One of them catches your eye—a small, delicate scene of a snow-covered village illuminated from within. You reach out to pick it up, turning it over to watch the snow swirl inside.

Tony sidles up next to you, a smug grin on his face. “And here it is. The impractical thing.”

“It’s not impractical,” you protest, cradling the snow globe carefully. “It’s…beautiful.”

“It’s also one more thing for me to dust,” he teases, but there’s no bite to his words. He leans closer, examining the globe with genuine interest. “Okay, I’ll admit, it’s pretty cool. But do we really need it?”

You hesitate, your fingers curling around the base of the globe. “Probably not,” you say reluctantly, setting it back down. “But if I’m not allowed to buy the snow globe, you’re definitely not allowed to buy Frank the Frog.”

“Deal,” he says with a laugh, grabbing your hand and pulling you toward the next aisle. “We’ll save our money for something really ridiculous.”

The snow continues to fall, soft and steady, as you explore more of the market. Tony insists on sampling every food item in sight—gingerbread, roasted chestnuts, candied almonds—and you can’t help but laugh at the way his face lights up with each new bite.

“This,” he says, holding up a stick of caramel-dipped apple slices, “is how you do a Christmas market. Pure sugar, zero regrets.”

“You’re going to crash so hard later,” you warn, nibbling on one of the apple slices he offers you.

“Worth it,” he replies, his tone entirely unapologetic. “Besides, I’m burning calories walking in circles and fending off your bad taste in snow globes.”

“Watch it,” you say, swatting his arm lightly. “Or I’ll let you buy something ridiculous just to prove a point.”

“I’d like to see you try,” he replies, grinning. “You’re too responsible for that.”

“Don’t test me,” you warn, though you’re smiling too.

Eventually, the two of you come across a booth selling handmade ornaments, each one painted with intricate designs. Tony picks up one shaped like a tiny sled, examining it with a critical eye.

“Okay, this one’s actually pretty cool,” he says, holding it out to you. “And it’s functional. In an emergency, we could probably use it to deliver tiny presents.”

You laugh, taking the ornament from him. “I don’t think it’s meant for that, but it’s cute. Should we get it?”

“Absolutely,” he replies. “Frank the Tree deserves at least one classy ornament.”

“Classy? From the guy who wanted to buy a glittery pineapple?”

“Hey, I contain multitudes,” he says with a shrug, handing over cash to the vendor.

With the ornament carefully tucked away in a bag, you and Tony continue your stroll through the market, the lights twinkling above you like stars. He keeps a running commentary on everything you pass—mocking the price of hand-knitted mittens, marveling at the craftsmanship of a miniature nativity scene, and cracking jokes about a booth selling gourmet dog treats.

“Do you think they’d let us try one?” he asks, holding up a bone-shaped biscuit labeled ‘peanut butter delight.’

“Tony, no,” you say, laughing as you drag him away.

By the time you reach the end of the market, your hands are full of small treasures—a bag of candied almonds, the sled ornament, and a knit scarf that Tony insisted would “complete your winter aesthetic.” The snow has begun to stick to your hair and his, and the cold is starting to nip at your cheeks.

“This was a good call,” Tony says, his arm slung casually around your shoulders as you head back toward the entrance. “Although I’m still not sure how we managed to resist buying the frog.”

“Self-control,” you reply, leaning into him. “A concept you’re not usually familiar with.”

“Hey, I’ve got self-control,” he says, feigning offense. “I just choose to apply it sparingly.”

You laugh, your breath puffing out in the cold air. “Well, I’m proud of us. We didn’t blow our entire budget on useless stuff.”

“Not entirely useless,” he corrects. “The sled ornament is both decorative and practical, remember?”

“Right,” you say, grinning up at him. “It’s a critical investment.”

He smirks, brushing a snowflake from your cheek. “Exactly. And anyway, the best part of the market wasn’t the stuff we bought. It was spending the evening with you.”

Your chest warms at his words, and you pause for a moment, looking up at him as the snow falls softly around you. The twinkling lights of the market reflect in his eyes, and the grin on his face softens into something more sincere.

“You’re such a sap,” you say, though your voice is full of affection.

“Only for you,” he replies, leaning down to kiss you gently, the cold of his lips quickly warming against yours.

The two of you stand there for a moment, surrounded by the magic of the market, the snow falling around you like a scene from a movie. It’s one of those moments you’ll tuck away and remember years from now—simple, sweet, and perfect in its own way.

As you pull apart, Tony grins, slipping his hand into yours. “Come on, let’s go find that hot chocolate stand. I’m not leaving here without it.”

“Hot chocolate sounds perfect,” you agree, your fingers lacing through his as you head back toward the market, ready to end the evening on a sweet note.

The smell of something burning wafts through the apartment as you step out of the bedroom, pulling on your favorite fuzzy socks. It's a warm, cozy kind of Christmas Eve, with snow falling softly outside and the apartment glowing with fairy lights. Except for one thing—the scent hanging in the air doesn’t scream “cozy Christmas.” It screams, “Tony Stark’s been unsupervised in the kitchen.”

“Tony?” you call, heading toward the source of the smell. “What’s going on in there?”

“No need to panic!” his voice answers, though it’s far from reassuring. “Everything’s under control.”

You round the corner into the kitchen to find him standing at the stove, brandishing a wooden spoon like a sword. There’s a pot on the burner, filled with what can only be described as a charred, lumpy mess, and a thin haze of smoke curls lazily toward the ceiling.

“Under control?” you repeat, raising an eyebrow. “Is this your definition of control?”

Tony glances at the pot and then back at you, his face a mix of sheepishness and determination. “It’s a minor setback. I was…experimenting.”

“With what? Kitchen sabotage?”

He scoffs, leaning against the counter as though the mess behind him doesn’t exist. “For your information, I was attempting to make homemade peppermint hot chocolate. Thought I’d surprise you. But apparently, chocolate has a vendetta against me.”

Your lips twitch as you try to suppress a smile. “Let me guess. You burned it?”

“Burned is a strong word,” he says, crossing his arms. “I’d say it’s more… caramelized.”

You peer into the pot, wrinkling your nose. “Tony, this isn’t caramelized. It’s cremated.”

“Details,” he replies breezily, but you can see the frustration behind his teasing tone.

You sigh, stepping closer and nudging him aside gently. “Okay, chef, move over. Let’s salvage this disaster.”

Tony steps back, his arms raised in surrender, watching as you turn off the burner and grab a fresh pot. “You’re really just going to take over? No faith in my culinary prowess?”

“I have faith in many of your skills,” you reply, dumping the ruined chocolate into the trash. “Cooking? Not one of them.”

“Fair,” he admits with a grin, hopping up to sit on the counter. “But in my defense, it’s chocolate. You melt it, you stir it, you drink it. How hard can it be?”

You grab a bar of good-quality chocolate from the pantry and start breaking it into pieces, throwing him a look. “Clearly harder than you thought.”

Tony chuckles, watching you work. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you? My moment of weakness.”

“A little,” you admit, your lips curving into a smile as you measure out milk and pour it into the pot. “But mostly I’m wondering how you managed to mess it up so badly. Did you even melt the chocolate?”

“Define ‘melt,’” he says, his grin widening.

You groan, shaking your head as you stir the milk over low heat. “Okay, new rule: You’re not allowed near the stove unless I’m supervising.”

“Oh, come on,” he protests, hopping down from the counter and wrapping his arms around your waist from behind. His chin rests on your shoulder, and his breath tickles your ear. “I was trying to do something nice for you. Doesn’t that count for anything?”

Your heart softens, and you turn your head slightly to meet his gaze. “It does,” you say, your voice gentle. “But maybe next time, start with something less…flammable?”

“Duly noted,” he murmurs, pressing a quick kiss to your cheek before stepping back. “All right, teach me, master chef. How do we make the perfect peppermint hot chocolate?”

You laugh, handing him the whisk. “First, you don’t burn the chocolate. Now, stir the milk gently while I add the chocolate pieces.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he says, adopting a mock-serious tone as he starts whisking. His movements are a little overdramatic, and the milk splashes slightly, but it’s endearing.

“Gentle, Tony,” you say, biting back a smile as you add the chocolate. “This isn’t an arm workout.”

“Sorry, force of habit,” he quips, his grin unapologetic. “I’ve only got one speed: full throttle.”

The chocolate begins to melt, turning the milk a rich, velvety brown. Tony leans in closer, his expression a mix of curiosity and concentration. “Okay, this part’s kind of fun. It’s like alchemy.”

“Sure,” you reply, rolling your eyes. “The alchemy of not burning things.”

As the hot chocolate comes together, you grab a bottle of peppermint extract and hold it up. “Now for the magic ingredient. Just a couple of drops.”

Tony watches as you add the peppermint, the warm, sweet aroma filling the air. “Smells amazing,” he says, his tone genuine. “Almost makes up for the fact that I nearly burned down the apartment.”

“Almost,” you agree, giving the mixture one last stir before grabbing two mugs from the cabinet.

As you pour the hot chocolate, Tony wanders over to the counter, his movements casual—but there’s a spark of mischief in his eyes. Before you can question it, he points upward.

You follow his gaze and spot a sprig of mistletoe hanging from the ceiling. “When did you—?”

“Earlier,” he says, his grin widening. “Figured it might come in handy.”

You shake your head, setting the mugs down and stepping closer. “You’re ridiculous, you know that?”

“And yet, you love me,” he replies, his voice softening as he leans in.

You meet him halfway, his lips warm against yours despite the cold air outside. It’s a sweet, lingering kiss, and when you pull back, his eyes are brighter than the Christmas lights strung around the room.

“Mistletoe is definitely your best idea today,” you say, your voice teasing but full of affection.

“Better than cremated chocolate?” he asks, feigning surprise.

“Much better,” you reply, laughing as you hand him his mug. “Now, let’s see if this is worth the trouble.”

The two of you settle on the couch, blankets draped over your legs as you sip the hot chocolate. It’s rich and creamy, with just the right hint of peppermint, and you can’t help but sigh in contentment.

“This is perfect,” you say, leaning your head against his shoulder. “See what happens when you let me help?”

He nudges you playfully, his arm wrapping around your shoulders. “Okay, okay, I admit it. You’re the hot chocolate queen. But next year, I’m making it on my own. No supervision.”

“You’re never living this down, Tony,” you reply, grinning up at him. “But nice try.”

He laughs, pressing a kiss to your temple. “Merry Christmas, troublemaker.”

“Merry Christmas,” you reply softly, the snow falling outside and the warmth of his arms making it the perfect end to the day.

The apartment is quiet save for the crackling of the fireplace video looping on the TV and the faint hum of Christmas music in the background. The room is bathed in a soft, golden glow from the tree lights, the perfect backdrop for the growing pile of wrapping paper at your feet. It's Christmas morning, and for the past half-hour, you and Tony have been exchanging gifts, both of you trying (and mostly failing) to keep your emotions in check.

Tony’s sitting cross-legged on the floor, wearing the pajamas you picked out for him—flannel pants and a red shirt that says “Official Cookie Tester.” His hair is a mess from sleep, and he looks so boyishly excited every time he hands you a new box that you can’t help but fall a little more in love with him.

Your own pile of gifts so far includes a pair of earrings that match the necklace he got you last year, a first edition of your favorite book, and a framed photo of the two of you from your first vacation together, one of his rare sweet gestures that never fail to make your heart swell.

“Okay, your turn,” you say, handing him a flat, rectangular box with a silver bow.

He narrows his eyes at it playfully, shaking it gently. “Feels suspiciously light. Did you get me socks?”

“I’d never waste good wrapping paper on socks,” you retort, rolling your eyes. “Just open it.”

He flashes you a grin before tearing into the paper, his eyebrows shooting up when he sees what’s inside. It’s a custom leather-bound notebook embossed with his initials—a thoughtful, elegant gift you’d spent weeks planning.

“I know you’ve been sketching a lot lately,” you explain, watching his face closely. “I figured you could use something a little more…official.”

Tony runs his fingers over the cover, and for a moment, he’s completely silent. Then he looks up at you, his expression soft and unguarded. “It’s perfect,” he says, his voice quieter than usual. “Seriously. Thank you.”

You smile, leaning over to kiss his cheek. “Merry Christmas.”

He clears his throat, a telltale sign he’s feeling emotional, and sets the notebook carefully aside before grabbing a box from behind him. “All right, your turn,” he says, handing it to you with a slightly smug expression. “Let’s see if I can top that.”

You laugh, untying the ribbon and lifting the lid. Inside, nestled in velvet, is a delicate bracelet inlaid with tiny gemstones, each one sparkling in the light. It’s understated but stunning—classic Tony.

Your breath catches as you lift it out of the box, and you glance up at him. “Tony, this is—”

“—just a little something,” he interrupts, brushing off your awe with a wave of his hand. “Figured you could use more jewelry to match your impeccable taste.”

You set the bracelet down carefully and throw your arms around his neck, hugging him tightly. “Thank you,” you whisper, your voice thick with emotion. “I love it.”

He hugs you back, his hand warm against your back. “Love you more,” he murmurs, and for a moment, the world shrinks to just the two of you.

When you pull back, you swipe at your eyes, laughing softly. “Okay, before I cry and ruin the moment, I think it’s time for the last gifts.”

“Ah, the pièce de résistance,” Tony says, his grin returning as he reaches for a small, sloppily wrapped box on the coffee table. “I’ve been waiting for this.”

You hand him a box of your own, equally poorly wrapped, and exchange a knowing look. “You first,” you say, gesturing to his gift.

He doesn’t need to be told twice. He rips into the paper with an enthusiasm usually reserved for high-stakes projects, and when he finally pulls out the contents, he freezes. His hand lifts the small ceramic frog in a Santa hat—the one you’d teased him about at the Christmas market.

“No way,” he says, his voice full of disbelief.

“Way,” you reply, biting back a grin. “I couldn’t let Frank the Frog end up in someone else’s house. He belongs with us.”

Tony stares at the frog, and for a moment, you think he might actually tear up. Then he looks at you, shaking his head with a mix of laughter and affection. “You are ridiculous,” he says, but his voice is thick with emotion. “I can’t believe you bought this.”

“Well, I knew you’d never forgive me if I didn’t,” you say, trying to sound nonchalant but failing miserably.

He sets the frog carefully on the coffee table, like it’s a priceless artifact, and then leans over to kiss you, his lips warm and lingering. “You’re the best,” he whispers. “Seriously. This might be the greatest gift I’ve ever gotten.”

“Don’t be dramatic,” you reply, though your cheeks flush at his words.

“Your turn,” he says, gesturing to the box in your lap. “Prepare to have your mind blown.”

You laugh, unwrapping the box, and the moment you see what’s inside, your laughter turns to a choked gasp. It’s the snow globe from the Christmas market—the one with the tiny snow-covered village you couldn’t stop staring at.

“You didn’t,” you say, your voice wavering.

“I did,” he replies, looking ridiculously pleased with himself. “Figured if I couldn’t have Frank the Frog, the least I could do was make sure you got this.”

You lift the globe out of the box, turning it over to watch the snow swirl inside. It’s just as beautiful as you remembered, and the thoughtfulness of his gesture makes your chest ache in the best possible way.

“Tony…” you trail off, blinking rapidly to keep the tears at bay.

“Don’t start crying,” he warns, though his own eyes are suspiciously bright. “You’re gonna set me off.”

You laugh wetly, shaking your head as you set the snow globe on the coffee table next to the frog. “I can’t believe we both bought the stupid things.”

He laughs too, leaning back against the couch with an incredulous shake of his head. “We’re a mess.”

“A perfect mess,” you correct, leaning against him.

He wraps an arm around you, pulling you close. “Agreed. And now Frank and the snow globe can live happily ever after. A Christmas miracle.”

You snort, burying your face in his shoulder. “You’re such a sap.”

“And yet, you love me,” he replies, his voice smug but affectionate.

You glance up at him, smiling despite yourself. “Yeah, I do.”

He leans down, kissing you softly, the kind of kiss that feels like a promise. When he pulls back, he grins. “Best Christmas ever?”

“Best Christmas ever,” you agree, snuggling into his side as the snow falls softly outside, and the room fills with laughter and love.

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miryum · 1 year ago

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"Movie Night"

Summary: Detective!Jason Todd x detective!Reader based on Jake and Amy's relationship

Series Warnings: Swearing, descriptions of violence (but nothing descriptive), guns and other police stuff

Chapter Warnings: Big Hero 6 spoilers

Series Masterlist

“Okay, so, the finalists are Chicken Little, Big Hero Six, or Spaceballs.”

“Spaceballs? Who nominated Spaceballs?” Tim asked. His tongue was already stained purple from his slushie.

“I did, because it’s a cinematic masterpiece,” Y/n said. “So what’s it gonna be? Chickens and aliens with amazing pop culture references thrown in, bot-fighting turned superheros, or a wonderful story about Mel Brooks and the guy from While You Were Sleeping?”

Dick and Steph voted for Chicken Little while Cass, Tim, and Damian for Big Hero Six. Jason, Y/n, and, surprisingly, Wayne voted for Spaceballs. (“It’s a classic.” “See?! Even the Captain agrees!”)

“We’re at a tie,” Dick said obviously.

“No shit, Sherlock.” Y/n rolled her eyes.

“Fuck off, Watson,” Damian said automatically.

“Grayson and Brown, which show do you prefer?” Wayne asked. He had a large box of popcorn next to him and was uncharacteristically wearing only khakis and a plaid button-up shirt.

“Big Hero Six,” they both said.

Y/n groaned loudly. “Fine.” She tugged the blanket off of Jason and wrapped it tightly around herself. Jason glared at her but didn’t say anything.

In Bruce’s home theatre, Steph, Dick, Cass, Y/n, and Jason were seated in the front row, each with buckets of stove-made popcorn resting on the armchairs. Tim, Damian, and Bruce were in the back row with the promise of Clark joining them later when he was finished with his editorial. Clark had invited the team over to get to know them without Wayne’s knowledge. Y/n happily accepted and forced the rest of them to accept as well.

Y/n was cuddled next to Jason, curled around his arm. Steph secretly snapped a picture of the pair and Cass snickered. Cass leaned over and whispered something in Steph’s ear. Steph giggled and nodded. A ping radiated on the rest of the team’s phones and screens were sneakily looked at. “That’s becoming blackmail,” Dick whispered.

Jason yanked the remote away from Dick and pressed play on the movie, grumbling.

The opening theme started playing and Y/n and Dick hummed along dramatically.

“Okay, but why is Tadashi super hot?” Y/n whispered the moment he stepped on screen. Jason rolled his eyes.

“No idea,” Tim agreed. Y/n peeked back at him and nodded appreciatively.

“They died when I was three, remember?” Hiro said from the screen.

“I hate when movies over-explain like that,” Damian crossed his arms grumpily.

“Should I have picked up a parenting book? Probably!” Cass exclaimed before stuffing her face with a donut.

“I love Maya Rudolph!” Steph squealed.

“Do you think Cain grows up to be Aunt Cass?” Jason asked quietly.

“Ba-la-la-la-la,” Y/n mumbled with Baymax.

“I try to picture me without but I can’t! ‘Cause we could be immortals! I-i-i-i-immortals!” Dick bounced in his chair and sang along to the track.

“Sing it, Dickie!” Y/n shouted, pumping a fist in the air.

“There are many improbabilities in this movie,” Bruce rolled his eyes and took a sip of his tea. (“Like Spaceballs doesn’t?!” Steph exclaimed.)

“I agree,” Tim said. “Though I would love to test some of the stunts. Do you think the precinct has enough funding to build an inflatable superhero?”

“Unfortunately, no.”

“Okay, but I feel really bad for Callaghan,” Y/n mumbled towards the end. “He just wants to find his daughter. He’s too overcome by grief to think straight. He’s just like Hiro, actually. The only difference is that Hiro had friends to help him past it and cope, while Callaghan had no one. It also ties into ethics. How far would you go for a loved one? We can see Hiro’s character arc with him coping with Tadashi’s death and then Baymax’s, but Callaghan is stuck in the anger stage of grief. Maybe even the denial stage.”

“Holy shit, L/n,” Tim said after a moment. “That was a really deep analysis of a children’s movie.”

“And surprisingly accurate,” Damian added.

“How long have you been thinking about Big Hero Six?” Jason asked. Y/n simply shrugged in response, yawning. She had just finished a big case and hadn’t had time to sleep yet.

“How do your detectives see the horrors of the field every single day and come away emotionally unscathed,” Clark leaned towards his husband. “Yet cry over a Disney movie?”

“I’m unsure,” Bruce admitted.

Dick was currently sobbing into Cass’ shoulder and she was uncomfortingly patting him on the shoulder. Steph’s eyes were welling up and Tim was grasping her hand, needing the comfort. Damian was slowly munching on his popcorn, eyes wide and enthralled by the movie. Jason was doing his hardest not to move as Y/n softly slept on his shoulder.

As the credits rolled, Dick quickly pressed play on the remote and Chicken Little immediately started playing.

“Sarge!” Tim complained, just wanting to go home and sleep. Jason shushed him, not wanting to rouse Y/n. “Oh, pipe down, loveboy,” Tim hissed. “Some of us don’t have time for another movie.”

“Timmy, you must’ve known that this night wouldn’t end with just one movie,” Steph rolled her eyes. “And stop acting as if you don’t love us. We all know you do.”

“Cass?” Jason asked softly so only she could hear. “Can I tell you something?” The woman hummed in response. “I- uh… I didn’t ask Rose to be my girlfriend. I- In fact, I thought it better if we remained friends.”

A smile filtered through Cass’ facade. “Good job, Todd. I’m proud of you.”

“Thanks.” He glanced down at a sleeping Y/n. Her hair was mussed and her mouth slightly open. Y/n took a deep breath and shifted, pulling Jason’s arm even closer to her. “I think I made the right choice.”

“I think you did too.”

“Should we leave them?”

Steph looked helplessly at Clark who smiled softly. “Sure. They look too comfortable to disturb.”

Damian slowly held up his phone and took a picture of Jason and Y/n. Y/n was tucked under Jason’s arm and his head rested on hers, both snoring softly. The blanket was draped over both of them and the fabric of Jason’s shirt was clenched in Y/n’s fist.

“For detectives,” Wayne observed, “they aren’t the smartest.”

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candycandy00 · 2 years ago

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The Trade Part 4 - A Dabi x Reader Zombie AU

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

Smut. 18+. Mentions of attempted rape. Final part!!!

Touya’s grip on your hand was almost crushing as he pulled you into both a figurative and literal storm. Thunder cracked above your heads as the rain became heavier, dousing both of you. Rotting arms reached for you, cold and clammy hands grasping at your shoulders and thighs. Even being right next to him, you could barely hear Touya’s angry yells as he swung his bat one-handed, completely lopping the head off one particularly decomposed zombie and smashing the skull of another.

You remembered something Toga had taught you: if it starts raining, run! Rain, and especially thunderstorms, could be loud and make it harder for you to detect threats, plus it reduced visibility. These were both issues you and Touya were dealing with as you battled your way back to the van.

A zombie’s hand grabbed your arm, and you broke free, using your knife to stab it through the ear. The best you could do was watch Touya’s back and make sure nothing attacked him while he was mowing down the corpses in front of him. You swiped the blade in an arc, slicing through several faces but killing nothing. A hunting knife really wasn’t a great weapon for crowd control.

Finally, Touya’s efforts opened up a big enough gap between the zombies for the two of you to run through, your hand still in his vice like grip.

The woods were chaotic. Shadows everywhere, many of them moving, the sky growing darker by the second, lightning flashing, and the rain pouring as if from a bucket. It was hard to find the van even though you remembered exactly where it had been parked.

But you did find it, and curiously, there were no zombies around it. So what had disturbed the cans and alerted you? There was no time to think about it. You and Touya climbed inside and he started the engine just as the first of your zombie pursuers appeared behind you. Touya drove out of the woods and onto the road, then sped ahead so fast that no zombies could ever hope to follow.

Several miles later, he pulled back into the woods and parked. Being on the road for very long was dangerous, and Touya had told you two days ago that he was low on fuel. So the two of you sat in the van, watching the rain beat the windshield.

Thunder rumbled loudly, making you jump. Touya looked over at you and said, “The storm is making too much noise for the zombies to follow our sounds.”

“That’s comforting,” you said, rubbing your arms to try to warm them up. You were soaked to the bone. Your thin, flimsy white shirt was basically see-through at this point, and you couldn’t help noticing Touya’s eyes shifting to your chest.

“We need to warm up,” he said, shutting off the van’s engine and opening the door. “Let’s get in the back.”

You climbed out of the front seat, remembering that he had sleeping bags and blankets back there. But when you met him at the back of the van, you found him stripping off his wet clothes in the rain.

“Can’t get warm like that,” he told you, gesturing toward your clothes.

He was right. You blushed a little as you pulled off your own wet clothing, leaving only your damp panties, then hurried to climb into the back of the van with him.

He was fully nude, water dripping down his body as he rummaged through boxes. He pulled out a nylon duffel bag and dropped it on the floor, then tossed you a towel and dried himself off.

“What’s in the bag?” you asked, blotting your hair with the towel.

He unzipped the bag and pulled something out that was rolled up. It only took you a moment to realize it was an air mattress. He hooked an automatic pump to one end and pressed a button, then watched as it inflated and subsequently filled up almost the entirety of the empty space in the back of the van. It was flocked on top, and looked very soft.

“Sorry, I only have one,” Touya said, pulling out a blanket. “Not that there would be room for another one.”

You looked from him to the air mattress then back again. “You wanna go to sleep?”

He gave you a flat look. “No, I wanna warm up. Figured we could share body heat.”

“Oh,” you said. It made sense. You were in the first days of autumn and the air was getting a chill to it. Your own body was shivering. But cuddling up with Touya in a bed while you were both naked? It seemed awfully intimate, even if it was in the back of his van.

You watched him crawl onto the mattress and spread the blanket over himself. Then he held up one side of it and said, “Come on.”

It didn’t take you long to decide. You got onto the mattress and scooted over until you were under the blanket with Touya. His body was warm against yours, despite being wet and cold just a few minutes before. Did he really need to warm up? Or had he just noticed that you were shivering? Despite your bodies being pressed together, Touya’s hands never touched you. He probably didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.

Your mind was racing. What exactly was your relationship? You’d done several sexual acts with him, and were now traveling with him. He occasionally made flirty or suggestive comments but never touched you without a trade taking place. And there had been no trades at all since he’d asked you to stay with him. He shared his supplies freely now.

Did that mean there would never be another trade? Were the two of you in a relationship now? You weren’t sure, but you knew one thing: you wanted to touch him and be touched by him again, regardless of any trade.

You rolled over on the air mattress, turning to face him. He was on his side, facing you. His beautiful eyes were staring into yours. Neither of you spoke or moved. Then, slowly, you reached one cool hand up to touch his face, where scars met healthy skin. He leaned into your touch and then wrapped one arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer to him.

Touya kissed your neck, then moved down to your shoulder, his hand sliding down your back and tugging at the waistband of your panties. You let him pull them down, and you kicked them off your ankles. Then his hand was between your thighs, his middle finger stroking your clit. All the while, you were face to face. His eyes never left yours, as if he wanted to watch every little expression you made as he pleasured you.

You could feel his erection pressing against your abdomen, and all you could think was that you wanted it inside you. Your eyes slid closed as he withdrew his hand, and you let him gently roll you onto your back. Then he was on top of you, his face flushed, his eyes watching yours for any sign that you wanted him to stop. You leaned up and kissed his lips, making your own desires clear.

He shoved the blanket aside and rose up onto his knees, straddling you. Then he bent down and positioned himself at your wet entrance. He shoved all the way in, making you wince and close your eyes. When he pulled back out, he looked down where your bodies met with surprise, then his eyes flew back to your face.

“Are you…?”

You nodded, knowing what he wanted to ask. You were embarrassed, but he didn’t say anything else. He just eased himself back in, more slowly and gently this time. You exhaled a breath you didn’t realize you’d been holding, looking up at him and into those eyes. He began pumping in and out of you, carefully, and very gradually moved deeper and faster.

His face hovered over yours, and he leaned down to speak right into your ear. “Are you okay?”

“Yes!” Your voice came out a little louder than you intended, and sounded a bit like a moan.

Touya smiled warmly at you, then kissed you, slipping his tongue into your mouth. He was using one hand to brace himself while the other moved from the side of your face to your neck, his thumb rubbing your throat.

His thrusts became deeper, but still slow and deliberate, as if he were savoring the feel of you around him. He was beginning to hit a spot within you that made your toes curl. Your hands moved to his shoulders, one of them gripping scarred flesh and marveling at how it felt beneath your fingertips. Did it hurt him? He didn’t say, but he groaned in pleasure as he plunged into you.

Outside, in the distance, thunder rumbled through the sky. You were vaguely aware that the storm was passing over, even as the rain slowed to a gentle thrumming upon the roof of the van.

Finally you felt delicious pleasure race through your body like lightning. This was so much more intense than the other times you came in his presence. You were moaning loudly, crying out his name as you clenched tightly around him. He was breathing hard, his own voice making sweet wordless sounds, and you could feel him twitching.

He suddenly pulled out, and hot cum spurted across your stomach. He looked down at it, panting. “Sorry,” he mumbled, “I forgot to put a condom on.”

You shook your head. “It’s fine. It all happened pretty suddenly.”

He sat there above you, on his knees, for a minute while you both caught your breaths. Then he stood up and found a towel to clean up the mess he’d left on you.

You understood why he pulled out. Risking pregnancy in this world was something two people would have to thoroughly discuss beforehand, and you certainly weren’t ready for that discussion. But you kind of wished you could have felt him cum inside you.

Ah well, maybe you could find something to help with that later.

Regardless, you felt exhausted but satisfied. Blissful even. Touya was grinning at you as he pulled some clothes on and tossed you yours.

Once you were both dressed, he stepped over to the door. “I think the rain has stopped. I’m gonna check the situation, make sure no zombies managed to follow us.”

You walked over as well. “I’ll go with you.” If there were any zombies, you didn’t like the idea of him going alone, even though you knew he could take care of himself. Both of you were pretty tired after the run through the zombie herd and then the workout you just had in the van.

He opened the door and you both listened. Hearing none of the telltale signs of zombies, you jumped out first and walked around the side of the van, toward the front seat.

And you froze dead in your tracks.

Standing there beside the van were the two men who’d tied you up, each of them holding their rifles up, pointed at you.

“Hey, what are you two doing here?” You said it loudly, hoping Touya would hear you and know something was up before he came around to this side of the van. Apparently he did, because he hadn’t appeared yet.

“We have business with you, girlie,” one of them said. You noticed that the one who didn’t speak was pale, his gun unsteady in his hands. Your eyes moved down, and you saw that one pant leg was cut off. The exposed calf was covered in red, angry burn wounds, some of them leaking puss. You had no medical knowledge whatsoever and even you could tell the wounds were badly infected.

“Look what you did to my brother, cunt!” The man’s voice was near hysterical as he gestured toward the other man’s leg. “You set him on fucking fire! When we try to bandage it, it rips off the skin when we try to take it off!

“It’s infected,” you say, unable to take your eyes off the leg.

“No shit, Sherlock! We’re gonna have to chop it off! But he insisted we track you down and kill you first, while he can still walk.”

You looked at the wounded man’s face. He looked dazed, like he was barely conscious. There was a sheen of sweat on his pallid features. You didn’t say it, but to you it looked like they had already waited too late to cut off the leg. You almost felt sorry for them, but then you remembered the grotesque glee in their voices when they’d talked about their plans to rape you, and all pity evaporated.

“So the zombies in the woods…” you started.

“Yeah, that was us. Lured in a nice little herd for you. Had to when we realized you were traveling with him,” the man said, then paused. “Wait, where’s your boyfriend?”

“He went to the river to get water,” you lied. “But when he comes back, he’ll kill you both.”

The man laughed even as he scanned the area. “He probably will. He’s got a reputation you know. Everyone knows not to mess with the scarred man in the van. But I think we can kill you and be gone before he comes back.”

The wounded man just stood there, his gun drooping toward the ground. He probably didn’t even know where he was. The other man leveled his rifle at you. “Shame we don’t have time for some fun first, but we’re in a hurry.”

Just as his finger began to pull the trigger, Touya suddenly leapt down from the top of the van, bat in hand. He swung with such fury that the rifle was knocked out of the man’s hands before he could fire, and his hands were utterly smashed. The man screamed out in pain and fell to the ground.

The wounded man’s eyes snapped wide open, as if he suddenly realized what was going on. He tried to lift the rifle up, to point it at Touya, but you ran over and kicked his injured leg. He dropped immediately, screaming in agony and holding his leg, the rifle falling uselessly to the ground. You kicked it farther away from him and looked over at Touya.

He was standing over the other man, holding his bat in both hands. “I think we’ve got time for a lot of fun,” Touya said with a maniacal grin. Then he swung the bat down on the man’s crotch. You heard a crunching sound followed by screams, and you had to look away. You heard several more hits, and finally the screaming stopped.

All that remained was the wounded brother. You looked down at him and realized he wasn’t moving anymore. His eyes stared up at nothing. The infection must have killed him.

“You okay?” Touya asked, walking over to you.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Thanks for the save.”

The sound of broken groans drifted from the trees. All the screaming and commotion must have tipped the zombie herd off to your location. You and Touya hurried back into the front of the van and drove out of the woods.

Once on the road, he spoke up. “The woods are too dangerous now. Way too many zombies. We should think about another place to go after we grab some gas.”

You noticed he said “we” and smiled. He was apparently including you in whatever plans he had. You nodded and asked, “Got any ideas?”

He ran a hand through his hair as he drove. “I got one, but I’m not sure you’ll like it. I know you don’t like groups.”

“You know a group?”

He shrugged. “I never met them in person, but we were online friends. We agreed to meet up when all this shit started but I didn’t go. Thought I could make it alone. Now I’m not so sure.”

You gaped at him. Could it be? It had to be. You hesitated, then asked a very important question. “Are you… Dabi?”

Touya almost swerved the van in his shock. His eyes darted between you and the road. “Where did you hear that name?”

You grinned. “That’s a long story. The short version is I heard it from Toga.”

“You know Toga? Okay, you’re gonna have to spill this story.”

You laughed and then began recounting how you’d met Toga and the others, how you’d liked the group and sometimes regretted leaving them.

Touya listened intently, then he asked, “Wanna go back to them?”

“Sure,” you said with a smile, “as long as you go with me.”

He smiled back. “Anywhere. Always.”

The dark storm clouds had passed over, leaving a beautiful autumn sky overhead as the two of you drove down the highway.

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