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kayakiki · 3 months ago

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GOLDEN | Arthur Morgan x Fem!Reader

Summary: You catch your boyfriend sleeping instead of working, so you decide to scare him a little.

Warning(s): None

Genre: Fluff

The afternoon sun cast a golden glow over the meadow, the warm light filtering through the swaying trees. The air smelled of earth and distant campfire smoke, mixing with the sweet scent of wildflowers that dotted the grass. A soft breeze rustled the leaves above, the only sound aside from the occasional chirp of birds. It was peaceful—too peaceful.

Then, you spotted Arthur.

Leaning against the thick trunk of an old oak tree, his hat was pulled low over his face, shielding him from the sun. His posture was completely relaxed—one arm draped over his stomach, the other resting loosely at his side. The slow, steady rise and fall of his chest made it obvious: the man was fast asleep.

Your lips curled into a grin, a mischievous glint flashing in your eyes. You had found your target.

Creeping closer, you made sure to keep your steps light, your movements quiet. He was always so cool under pressure, always unshaken by anything the gang—or life—threw his way. It made the idea of startling him all the more tempting.

Once you were close enough, you leaned in just slightly, hovering over him.

“Boo.”

At the same time, you reached out and lightly grabbed his shoulder.

The reaction was instant. He yelped—just a little—but enough to make your grin widen in triumph. His body jerked upright, his hat tumbling to the ground as his head snapped toward you, blue eyes wide with alarm. His breath came out sharp, his chest rising and falling just a little faster than before.

The moment he recognized you, he exhaled, shoulders sagging as his expression shifted into something between exasperation and reluctant amusement. “Really?” he muttered, running a hand down his face.

You crossed your arms, still smirking. “Absolutely.”

He shook his head, reaching for his fallen hat. But you caught it first, spinning it playfully on your finger before setting it on your own head. “That’s what you get for napping while I’m busting my ass in camp” you teased. “It’s karma.”

He huffed a laugh, tilting his head slightly. “Karma, huh?”

You nodded smugly. “Damn right.”

Before you could react, his hands were on your waist, and in one swift motion, he pulled you down onto his lap. A startled laugh escaped you as your arms instinctively went around his neck for balance.

He smirked up at you, his easygoing nature returning. “Well, if I’m already suffering karma, might as well enjoy it.”

You scoffed, shifting slightly but making no real attempt to get up. His arms stayed comfortably around you, his hold warm and familiar. The two of you had always had this—this natural, effortless way of being together. Even in moments like these, when the camp was far behind and it was just the two of you, there was no awkwardness, no hesitation. Just the quiet understanding that whatever this was, it felt right.

“You sure talk a lot for someone caught in my trap” he added, grinning.

You rolled your eyes. “Oh, please. If I wanted to escape, I could.”

“Mm-hm.”

“I could.”

“Sure.”

You narrowed your eyes at him, but the playful glint in his gaze made it impossible to stay annoyed. Instead, you found yourself chuckling, shaking your head before resting your forehead against his. His breath was warm against your skin, his scent—leather, gunpowder, and something distinctly him—familiar and grounding.

Then, something caught your eye. Resting just beside him on the grass was a small, leather-bound journal. You recognized it instantly.

“You drawing again?” you asked, tilting your head toward it.

He followed your gaze, then nodded. “Yeah.”

Curious, you reached for it, and he didn’t stop you. Flipping it open, you skimmed past a few sketches—some of the camp, a couple of horses, a few unfinished faces. Then, you stopped.

It was you.

Sitting by the campfire, your smile bright, your expression peaceful. He had captured every detail perfectly—the flicker of the firelight reflected in your eyes, the soft curve of your lips, the relaxed tilt of your shoulders. It was beautiful. You were beautiful in it.

You stared at it for a long moment, something warm curling in your chest.

“You really got talent, y’know that?” you murmured, running your fingers lightly over the page. Then, smirking, you added, “Though, I gotta say, you always make me prettier than I actually am.”

Without hesitation, he shook his head. “Nope.”

You blinked. “What?”

His expression was completely serious as he met your gaze. “You’re just that pretty.”

Heat crept up your neck, the sincerity in his voice catching you off guard. He said it so simply, so matter-of-factly, like it wasn’t even a question. Like it was the most obvious truth in the world.

Your usual quick wit failed you. For once, you didn’t have a snarky comeback. Instead, you just stared at him, your heart doing something annoying in your chest.

After a beat, he grinned, clearly amused by your rare loss for words. “What, cat got your tongue?”

You huffed, shaking your head. “Shut up.”

He chuckled, pulling you closer, his arms warm and secure around you. “Never.”

You stayed like that for a while, the meadow quiet except for the rustling leaves and your combined laughter. The camp, the outlaws, the dangers of your world—all of it felt far away in that moment. Right now, there was just you and him, tangled together in the golden afternoon light.

And maybe—just maybe—you didn’t mind that at all.

#red dead redemption 2 #red dead redemption #rdr2 #arthur morgan x reader #arthur morgan #x reader #female reader #rdr #rdr fanfiction

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lil-dragon-rawr · 6 months ago

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Y'all what if FNaF and DC were in the same universe can you imagine the chaos

Part Two, Part Three

Masterlist

Michael: *applies for a security job at WE because go big or go home amirite)

Tim, doing the interview because everyone else was freaked out by Michael: so, uh. What's your work experience

Michael: oh! I was a security officer for a bunch of places. Only for like a week at a time though cause I was only working there to set them on fire

Tim, now deeply concerned: um. So uh. That's a crime

Michael, realizing he made a Mistake™ and attempting to defend himself: hey, with the last gig it was literally in my contract that I had to burn the place down

Tim, contemplating insurance fraud:

Michael: also I'm great with lawsuits

Michael: *is living in Crime Alley because of course he is*

Michael: *gets shot while interrupting a gang war*

Michael, staring at the bullet in his chest: oh cool! My first souvenir from the east coast!

Red Hood, trying to get the obvious civilian out of the way: uhh hey buddy, are you good?

Michael "Allergic To Dying" Afton: yeah I'm good! Check out this bullet!

Red Hood, deeply concerned: what the [REDACTED]

Michael, remembering most people die when they're shot: oh don't worry, ever since I got scooped I can't die!

Red Hood, deeply concerned and regretting this conversation: uh. Scooped?

Michael, excited to talk about his trauma: yeah! My dead sister tricked me into getting my insides scooped out so she and her friends could wear my skin as a disguise to escape their prison

Red Hood:

Michael, working at WE and high on fear gas thanks to Scarecrow: oh, the nightmares are back!

Michael: *ignores them and keeps flipping through the cameras to see where Scarecrow went*

Red Robin, trying to help his employees: sir, you need to evacuate the building. Also, here's an antidote to the fear toxin-

Michael, annoyed: hey can you get out of my face? You're blocking the bestest boi

Red Robin: you're on fear toxin, whatever you're seeing isn't real

Michael: yeah and it wasn't real the first four years either but nightmare foxy is back and I'm never letting him go, he's the only one I like

Red Robin: sir please

Tim: *checks in on Michael and sees a little robotic bear reading an official-looking paper*

Tim, incredibly confused and praying that's not confidential WE info: hey Mike, whatcha got there

Michael, scooping up Helpy to present him like it's his favorite child: this is Helpy! He's the best and is so helpful. He also cuddles really nicely!

Michael, getting flashbacks: unlike SOME animatronics

Tim: what's he. What's he holding

Michael, with the energy of a parent excited to show off his kid's latest project: oh it's a lawsuit!

Michael, having a Conversation™ with Red Hood: wait you're dead too!

Red Hood: uhh yeah?

Michael: but why aren't you purple? Are you an animatronic?

Red Hood, incredibly confused: ...why would I be an animatronic?

Michael: cause you aren't decaying like me???

Red Hood: ok cool new question

Red Hood: HOW would I be an animatronic?

Michael: what, like it's difficult?

Michael: I mean, my little brother got rebuilt into an animatronic when he died so it's not that much of a stretch

Red Hood, realizing this is karma for every joke he made about his own death:

Michael: and there was that time a pile of robot spaghetti wore my skin so they could be a real person

Red Hood: would you pLEASE stop talking about that

Michael, ignoring him: didn't stop me from decaying though. Hm

WE: *gets shut out of their systems by an unknown hacker with a robot fox face*

Michael: don't worry guys I got this!

Tim, severely concerned that Batfam stuff is going to get leaked: but you're a security guard?? How-

Michael, typing in LOL: yeah don't worry it's just Lolbit! They like to cause problems on purpose from time to time

Tim: Lol...bit? Causes problems on purpose?

Michael: it's like enrichment

*Batfam realizes they have to start investigating Michael*

Red Hood: I mean, we could just ask him

Red Hood: the first time we met he told me exactly how he died in great detail

Red Hood, reminiscing (read: war flashbacks): he had a twenty-four slide powerpoint

Red Robin, realizing Michael's purple and smells bad for a reason other than "classic Gotham chemicals": he's dead???

Red Hood, desensitized: yeah, he didn't tell you?

Red Robin: *approaches Michael outside of work*

Michael, no longer high on fear toxin: oh hiya boss!

Red Robin, panicking: uhh what

Michael "FoxyBro" Afton: is there a reason you're talking to me outside of business hours? Am I in trouble?

Red Robin, wondering how he was going to explain this to Batman: uhhhhhh

Batman: please explain your previous jobs. For the investigation

Michael: oh! Well it all began when I tried to play a prank on my brother, shoved him into Fredbear's mouth, and got him killed-

Michael: then the nightmares started, which I later found out was partially due to my dad running experiments on me every night-

Michael: eventually he died but not really,

Michael: oh! And my sister got eaten by Baby-

Batman, lost at "shoved him into Fredbear's mouth":

*Batfam arrives at the Pizzaplex to try and figure out what the heck is going on*

Michael, there because he's visiting his siblings, standing next to Baby, Golden Freddy, and Gregory (on Glamrock Freddy's shoulders): oh hi guys!

Red Robin, who read the Funtime schematics: Michael what the [404 SWEAR NOT FOUND]

Red Hood: there's a child?? Why is there a child???

Michael: didn't I tell you about him? Anyways this is Gregory, he's the robot version of my dead brother!

Michael, gesturing to Golden Freddy: and this is my dead brother

Michael: though technically that's also another kid who lowkey kinda scares me

Michael, moving on: and this is my sister!

Michael: y'know, the one who tricked me into getting my insides scooped so she and her friends could wear my skin as a disguise?

Red Hood: can you PLEASE stop talking about that

Baby: I told you you wouldn't die!

Michael, looking at the Batfam like they're cameras from The Office: and she wonders why she's not my favorite sibling

Nightwing, having a moment but still trying to get information: who's. Who's the other bot

Michael, patting Glamrock Freddy: oh that's me!

Michael: a piece of me anyways

Nightwing: I have so many more questions

Signal, who can see the ghosts: please do not ask for answers.

Michael, showing the Batfam around the Pizzaplex: do you want to see my favorite ride?

Red Hood: ...sure

Michael: it's Foxy's log ride! Foxy is my favorite, I'm so upset he got replaced with Roxy but at least he's still around! Y'know when I was a kid I used to wear a Foxy mask, which is coincidentally the mask I wore when I got my brother killed-

Michael: *goes on a whole rant of the evolutions of Foxy and why OG Foxy is his favorite*

Red Hood: *starts taking notes*

Roxy, storming through the Pizzaplex: Gregory, you lawless RAT, how DARE you replace my HAIRBRUSH with a pORCUPINE-

Gregory: *running to hide behind Spoiler because he associates purple with Michael*

Spoiler: *as Roxy runs up* oh uhh hi there. Roxy right?

Roxy:

Roxy: you're not Gregory

Spoiler: haha nope! No Gregory here!

Roxy: oh. Sorry

Roxy: love your outfit though!

Spoiler: thanks, love your makeup!

Roxy: I know, right? I'm gorgeous!

Spoiler:

Roxy: ...wanna have a girl's night with me and Glamrock Chica where we get dressed up and make Sun swear in binary?

Spoiler: did you even need to ask?

Robin, in a corner vibing with Mangle: *petting Mangle*

Mangle, also vibing: ._.(^w^)

Batman:

Puppet:

Batman:

Puppet:

Red Hood, realizing this is a staring contest: *goes halfway across the Pizzaplex to get popcorn and comes back to them in the exact same positions* ooh. Getting interesting

Nightwing: *argues with Circus Baby about clown etiquette*

Signal, overwhelmed by all the ghosts: man sure wish I had my lofi beats to study and relax to right now

DJ Music Man: *climbs out of the wall*

Signal: *unholy screeching* HOLY M- wait you're chill aren't you

DJ: *starts playing his version of lofi beats to study and relax to*

Signal: ...huh

Black Bat: *disappeared, found Ballora, and is now dancing with her* (^ ^)

Red Robin, recognizing the fox face from the WE hack: yOU

Funtime Foxy: I appreciate the enthusiasm for performing arts, but you must be thinking of my sibling!

Red Robin, who didn't find Lolbit's blueprints: your what

Lolbit, appearing out of nowhere: he means me!

Red Robin, with newly energized fury: YOU!

Lolbit: ...LOL!

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musashi · 10 months ago

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aai2's english translation has done an amazing thing in furthering franziska's juvenile tendency to address people she's close with like she's a child.

here are some facts about franziska:

she addresses nearly every single person she meets aggressively formally and professionally. firstname lastname. sometimes, mr. or ms. firstname lastname. other characters point this out. it's weird, clunky, and a quirk specific to her.

franziska is obsessed with appearing more grown up and professional than she is.

despite her dedication to this facade, she cannot break the INCREDIBLY JUVENILE habit of calling her murderous, long-dead father "papa."

(it pisses me off when people erase this about her. she only ever calls him "my father," twice in canon. he is almost ALWAYS "papa")

to the contrary, franziska does not seem ashamed/embarrassed about this tendency at all, even though she seems very embarrassed about other childlike things she thinks/feels/does.

until aai2 this was exclusive to manfred... but it is now canon that she does it to anyone she considers family, or close to family.

in the fan translation, blaise teases her about being a little girl and calling him "unky boo boo" once upon a time. in the official translation, franziska still calls him uncle in the present day. her first inclination is to call him uncle winner, wholly informal, absolute (pun) whiplash.

okay, cute, but probably not worth noting... AND THEN SHE'S OUT HERE CALLING HILDA "GRAMMA" AS WELL. one thing about me is that when i was TODAY i learned about her having some optional dialogue that alludes to the two of them knowing each other.

(i could go ON about how manfred must have loved her so much more than we see in canon--how often did she insist upon coming along with hm? how often did he find himself unable to say no to her big sparkling eyes? hilda does not say "that's franziska" hilda says "that's von karma's little girl!" which means hilda knows her through manfred. every single person who spent any amount of time around manfred von karma in his heyday knows franziska, which means that she was following her papa around like a little duckling, and he loved her enough to make space for her at his back)

my fave thing they do with franziska is the little hints that her facade is just that. too many of them spoil the subtlety, of course, but they are there--the flavour text about her shaking and looking scared the two times she's a victim of gun violence and thinks no one's looking. the hints here and there that she has a terrible sweet tooth she's trying to control. the meltdown at the end of JFA. and "papa." these are all little ways that the writing nudges us and says franziska is a professional, but she's also quite young, and never really let herself be a kid. she does a great job at hiding most of it, but these little tendencies leak out here and there.

by giving her two more people in life she does this to, it's no longer just that papa is Special Enough that he gets the same treatment from a 3 year old franziska as a 30 year old franziska. no, she does that to everyone she grew up looking up to, any odd work friend that manfred brought around or let her pester.

adorable. absolutely adorable.

#wordy wendy #franziska von karma #pwaa #ace attorney #manfred von karma #blaise debeste #excelsius winner #bonnie young #hilda hertz #aai #aaic #aaic spoilers #aai2 spoilers #aai2 #wendy rambles

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gothamite-rambler · 29 days ago

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Damian and Jason sat in Jason’s car, deep in a stakeout to intercept a cargo ship suspected of delivering drugs in Gotham. Damian wouldn’t stop chattering about random things.

Damian: Last night, I dreamed I was a bottle of ketchup. And you were mustard... Which is strange, because usually you’re mayonnaise in my dreams.

Jason remained silent, resting his chin on the steering wheel as he kept watch for any sign of movement during the stakeout.

Damian (tilting his head): Why do you suppose that is?

When Jason still didn’t respond, Damian poked his arm, trying to get a reaction and an answer.

Damian: Your arm feels like a bag of marbles.

Jason (sighing, resting his face on the wheel): How long does it take for a cargo ship full of cocaine to arrive?!

Damian (unfazed, continuing to ramble): The nineteen eighties were forty years ago.

Frustrated, Jason slammed his head against the steering wheel, causing the horn to blare loudly. Damian blinked, momentarily stunned, then turned to stare out the window.

Damian: We've been here for three hours.

Jason (mumbling): This is my bad karma. Why, God? I’m a victim!

Damian (eating a cheese stick): Is cheese okay for vegetarians to eat? I really like milk and cheese, but is that safe to consume?

Jason: If I answer this question, will you shut up for twenty minutes?

Damian: Hm... Yes.

Jason: Yeah, most vegetarians can eat cheese and drink milk. You won’t go to vegetarian hell for consuming those.

Damian nodded with a smile and kept his promise to stay silent for twenty minutes, humming softly to himself. Jason exhaled in relief.

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hold-me-lovely · 4 months ago

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how they coax you back to bed pt. 2

featuring: nanami kento & fushiguro toji

warnings: none?, sfw, fluff, probably ooc

jjk x g/n reader

a/n: heyyyy back a year later haha. very dialogue-heavy, my bad. I’m not caught up on jjk so these are probably ooc but I got carried away </3. I like when people are goofy in love, sue me.

part 1

Nanami Kento

being with kento had slowly turned you into a morning person out of pure necessity. too many times you had been burned waking up to see his side of the bed made and the man in question gone. now, you made it a habit to at least wake up in time to send him off.

sunlight was barely visible outside when you began waking up, your eyes adjusting to the dimness of the room. kento always managed to wake up before you and today was no different. his hand was resting on your cheek, rubbing soothing circles into your skin. he smiled softly at you, his voice a low whisper, "good morning, my love."

you hummed, still groggy, "good morning, kento."

he laughed breathily at your tone, still looking at you lovingly. your eyes widened as you looked around, finally settling back on his face with a grin, “you’re still in bed.”

he chuckled, “I am. it’s the weekend, sweetheart, did you forget?”

he couldn’t contain his smile as your face lit up, wrapping your arms around him as if they were the only thing stopping him from leaving. you were then hit with an idea.

you groaned, pulling back slightly with a pout, “I just remembered I said I’d work overtime this weekend. I’m sorry, honey.”

his smile faltered, hand moving down to your waist, but you were already starting to move. he propped himself up on his elbows as you sat up, trying to keep the disappointment out of his voice, “ah really? did something happen with that project?”

you yawned and stretched your arms, finally turning back to him with an apologetic smile, “yes, there was a setback earlier so I said I’d come in.”

you leaned down to give him a peck and began shifting off the bed. his hand gently grabbed your arm, rubbing it with his thumb. “do you,” he asked softly, a little embarrassed, “do you have to get ready right now?”

you feigned confusion, forcing him to clear his throat and sheepishly continue, “could you stay in bed for a bit longer? I was looking forward to sleeping in with you.”

your heart surged as you tried not to squeal and throw yourself back into bed, the faint flush on his cheeks tugging at your heart strings. you teased, “how the tables turn, hm? usually, you’re the one abandoning me in bed.”

he simpered, his thumb still rubbing shapes into your arm as he murmured, “perhaps this is my karma.”

his eyes flickered back up to you, voice laced with teasing, “you’re kinder than I am though.”

you looked at each other, struggling to suppress your smiles. you could barely hold on to this facade anymore, finally letting him pull you back down. you giggled at the hint of triumph in his face that he tried to hide from you.

you shifted to hold his face in your hands, “love?”

he made a sound of acknowledgment, smiling into your palms.

“I don’t have overtime today.”

he shot you an incredulous look before laughter took over, his arms engulfing you.

Fushiguro Toji

you and toji’s sleep schedules almost never aligned, something you had both struggled to adjust to after moving in together. you’d be asleep as he trudged into the bedroom, his lips curving up at your figure under the blanket, hand clutching his pillow next to your head. he’d quickly shower (lest you wake him up with a look, pointing at his dirty clothes in your clean bed) and fall into bed next to you.

you’d be long gone to work by the time he woke up, your goodbye taking form in a lipstick stain you left on his cheek every morning.

usually he could sleep through your alarm, but this morning you weren’t so lucky. he groaned and wrapped his arms around your middle, pulling you back into bed. you squirmed as you tried to pry his fingers apart, voice low with warning, “toji…”

he buried his face in your hair, grumbling, “a little longer, sweets.”

you huffed, pushing at his arms. no matter how hard you struggled, he barely flinched, only chuckling lowly. he finally decided he had enough, guiding you closer to flop on top of you. his head laid on your chest, eyes still closed as he smirked.

you yelped at the movement before wheezing at the sudden weight on you. he could only laugh at how out of breath you sounded, your fists pounding on his back doing nothing to stop him. you whined, “toji, I’m being serious. I have to get ready for work!”

his grin only widened, “ah that’s nice, baby. feels like a back massage.”

it took everything in him to resist looking up at you and continue trying to fall asleep. even the thought of your pout made him grin, much to your disdain.

“so you think me getting fired is funny?!” you exclaimed dramatically, your head finally falling back onto the pillow in defeat.

he hummed, giving you no real response. after a few moments of silence, he finally spoke up, “I can hear you pouting. just five more minutes.”

the teasing in his voice did not go unnoticed by you. despite your annoyance, you still reluctantly threaded your fingers in his hair. you murmured, “five, that’s it.”

he turned his head and kissed the valley between your chest, an uncontrollable sigh leaving his mouth as he relaxed into your body. he tried not to sound smug as he spoke, “thank you, baby.”

you rolled your eyes but couldn’t help the soft smile that took over as his eyes fluttered close. maybe you could call out today.

thank you for reading <3

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muwapsturniolo · 1 year ago

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✯𝐒𝐜𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐃𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐊𝐧𝐨𝐰✯

IN WHICH... Y/n is cheating on her boyfriend with Matt

WARNINGS: NSFW CONTENT AHEAD!!!! cheating, smut, unprotected sex, lying.

this was for a request i had gotten. I hope anon likes it.

Y/n had a secret.

Every Sunday Y/n would tell her boyfriend Scott she was going to church, worshiping the god that gave her life and thanking him. She would dress up in the most prettiest dress, pairing it with her knee socks and Mary Janes.

She would leave the house and walk down to the town church, counting down the steps before she arrived. She would greet the familiar faces of the churchgoers and wait patiently for her friend to come.

Once her friend arrived, she would leave the church and they would drive to a parking lot. It wasn't like she really lied to her boyfriend, technically she still went to church, she just didn't stay. She technically did get down on her knees, pray, and worship...it just wasn't to the same god as everyone else.

She was cheating.

The so-called god she was worshipping, was a guy named Matt. She doesn't even remember how they met, but what she did remember was how good he made her feel. She loved the way he touched her, his fingers feeling like a ball of a thousand suns as they slipped inside of her. The way he ate her out as if it was his favorite meal...She craved it.

But Scotty doesn't know.

He doesn't know that the two adulterers decided to see each other on other days as well as Sundays. Y/n would make up excuses on top of excuses just to see Matt.

Her favorite excuse was telling Scott she was going shopping. Scott thought nothing of it considering the girl was a shopping addict, always buying clothes, purses, makeup, and even hair clips.

Once again it technically wasn't a lie, she did get to go shopping. Matt paid for everything and she repaid him by letting him fuck her in the dressing room. They almost got caught, an associate knocked on the door and asked if everything was ok. She was too fucked out to answer and Matt didn't want to stop, so he spurted out a quick "yeah".

It was a rush of adrenaline for them. the idea of being caught by Scott and or others only making them do it more.

Matt couldn't believe how stupid Scott was. there's no way he believes Y/n is so busy shopping or doing whatever excuse she tells him. He was too trusting of the promiscuous girl.

The same girl that he's always thrusting into at any chance he gets.

There was a certain instance when the two were having sex in his car, and Scott called. Y/n had declined the call about three times before Matt demanded her to answer. She tried to tell him no, but with a quick thrust of his hips, she listened.

Matt didn't slow down, in fact, he sped up. The whole car was shaking and Y/n was doing her best not to moan out.

"Did you want to come over tonight? I was thinking we could fool around."

Matt grips her hips tighter and slams his hips even harder, a loud screech slipping out of Y/n's mouth.

"Y/n? You ok?"

Somehow Y/n managed to say yes, hoping Scott would just get off the phone, but it seemed like the world hated her. Scott stayed on the phone for another twenty minutes talking and rambling about stuff Y/n could care less about. Matt made it impossibly hard for her to stay sane during the conversation.

Maybe this was her karma for cheating.

The two managed to get away with the phone call, Y/n quickly hanging up without saying goodbye to Scott.

"You gonna fuck him? Hm? You gonna be a whore and fuck your boyfriend after fucking me?"

She shook her head no, a wide grin coating Matt's face.

"Atta girl, he can't fuck you like I can."

It seemed like after that the adulterers were on a high, they had sex in multiple parking lots in broad daylight, Y/n being on top with her top down, her breast bouncing as Matt''s bucks his hips.

They even did it on Scott's front lawn in the snow. It was uncomfortable, but the adrenaline rush they got was almost better than their orgasms.

There was an instance on Scott's birthday where the two ended up having sex in Scott's own bed. y/n knew it was wrong, but she couldn't help herself. She loved the excitement Matt brought into her life...She loved him.

And the feelings were mutual.

When Matt walked down the stairs a few moments after Y/n, he had watched his girl waltz right into Scott's arms, the male kissing her on the cheek. He could see the look of annoyance on Y/n's face and that was enough for him to decide.

Scotty had to go, and Matt was going to tell him himself.

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nariism · 2 years ago

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Can you do a Wriothesley one where we take care of him when he's like sick or injured 👉👈 gotta treat my husband ykyk😞

a/n: hii i'm sorry this is kind of late! got busy with life stuff so i died a bit. anyways please take this sickfic <3

you've been spoiling him to no end.

if his sinuses weren't painfully congested and his throat didn't feel like he just swallowed glass, he would probably be smiling.

right now, he just feels miserable.

wriothesley has always prided himself on being the picture of health. to your utter jealousy, there was absolutely nothing in the world that could get him sick. even in the deepest winters with the chill of the sea sweeping over fontaine, he would walk around with only his jacket dangling off his shoulders.

you'd like to think that this is karma for all the times he rubbed in your face how he would never get sick.

"you didn't have to dive into the water like that," you scold him.

"i did have to," he replies stubbornly, lip jutting out like a child. you smear your finger across his pout to effectively wipe it off his face, laughing when his head falls forward against your shoulder in response.

"it’s just a necklace."

"it’s your favourite necklace." he quickly corrects, as if that would justify the extremity of leaping into the sea and not surfacing for three whole minutes.

"oh, sweetest..." you coo, holding his head against you and laughing again (much to his dismay) when he sniffles in a weak attempt to clear his sinuses. "you didn't have to do that."

you can feel him physically deflating in your hold so you stammer out: "but i really do appreciate you getting it back for me!"

the man just pulls away with a scowl, looking like a mixture of a kicked puppy and a cranky old dog. "you owe me for that."

"owe you?" you repeat in disbelief. "and what would you like, hm?"

"feed me."

"..."

his face lights up again with amusement as you freeze, mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water trying to process what's just been requested of you.

if it were anyone else, you would have thought it was a joke. but you've known wriothesley long enough to know the telling pull of his smirk, the lazy yet smug expression screaming that he's being dead serious.

and, well, he did leap off a bridge 30 feet in the air after your charm slipped off your neck. and he did manage to recover it, returning to you like a matted wet animal all pouty and shivering from the cold.

the cherry on top of it all was that he insisted on clipping it back around your neck, prolonging his state of being drenched in freezing sea water and guaranteeing his sickness.

so... you suppose you do owe him this at the very least.

that's how ten minutes later you end up straddling his lap, warm bowl of porridge in one hand and a spoon in the other.

"open." you demand, spoon already squeezing past his lips. he chuckles, allowing you to feed him even in such a compromising position.

you look completely flustered, too. he can feel the tremble of the spoon in his mouth as he swallows his meal. maybe it's the iron grip he has on your hips. maybe it's the fact that your bulky, brooding, monster of a husband is acting like he can't feed himself.

either way, your embarrassment doesn't go unnoticed and you're sure he's enjoying every second of it.

"i should get sick more often," he muses.

you groan, realizing that you'd rather take his endless gloating over this.

"no... please don't."

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thebeast-dennis-etcetera · 1 year ago

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Karma

Prompt: You go undercover with DiNozzo as his wife, and Gibbs, your boyfriend has no choice but to watch from the sidelines.

You weren’t happy about being partnered with DiNozzo on your current undercover case but not nearly as unhappy about it as Jethro. Nothing against DiNozzo but pretending to be his wife was almost close to a nightmare for you. Vance denied Jethro posing as your significant other only because he didn’t fit the profile and Tony already had established contact, which actually worked in your favor since you and Jethro had gotten into a slight argument before the op and had you been partnered with him, you might’ve ended up strangling him.

So as Tony and you stood in the elevator, you closed your eyes and mentally stepped into your alias.

“Alright DiNozzo, Y/L/N. Com check,” you heard Jethro speak in your earpiece.

“Heard ya loud and clear boss,” Tony responded.

You ignored him, finishing going over your cover story in your head, making sure you remembered every detail. The way you talked, walked and even smiled mattered.

“Y/N!”

“No need to yell in my ear Gibbs, I can hear you just fine,” you finally responded as the doors opened and the two of you walked out into crowded lobby.

The plan was simple. Your target was having dinner in the hotel restaurant, all you two had to do was have some dinner as well, scan the room so Abby can run facial recognition software through Tony’s glasses and get out of there safely.

“Hi, reservation for my husband and I,” you told the hostess with a fake smile as your hand intertwined with DiNozzo’s.

“Of course, right this way ma’am.”

She led you two through the restaurant, seating you in one of the corners, per DiNozzo’s request so that you had a better vantage point at identifying your suspect. She then handed you off to your server who stood by the table and handed you both a menu.

“May I start you off with any drinks tonight?”

You spoke before Tony got the chance.

“We’ll have 2 glasses of your Coup De Foudre Gauchiste and start off with Gruyère and Crab Palmiers please.”

DiNozzo gave you a slight look of bewilderment but quickly covered it with a smile. The server nodded and left as you heard Gibbs speak.

“We have a budget on this op, Agent Y/L/N.”

“Hm. Then it’s a good thing I brought your card just in case,” you answered back while taking a sip of water. It was quiet for a second before you heard him sigh in exasperation.

“Torres is a really good teacher. You should think about starting a class.”

“Abby get anything yet boss?” DiNozzo jumped in, changing the subject.

“Not yet. Keep looking.”

You both spent the rest of the fake dinner, sipping on the expensive wine, scanning the room, and you giving DiNozzo occasional caresses that you knew made both him and Jethro uncomfortable. Once the dinner ended and the both of you had gotten up to leave, you noticed something out of the corner of your eye. A man matching the description of your suspect was following you. You knew you couldn't let him follow you to the surveillance van so using your high school improv skills, you pulled DiNozzo by the hand into the opposite direction, once you were outside.

"What are you doing?" Tony asked you which you replied with a fake giggle.

"Just follow my lead. We've got a tail."

You pulled him back towards the side of the restaurant where it was dimly lit and stood so that his back was against the wall. You made sure you weren't standing completely in front of him so that his glasses could pick up a good picture of the man following you.

Keeping up the act, you smiled fakely at him and began playing with his tie, moving your hands so they trailed up his chest and settled around his neck. He chuckled nervously, clearly unprepared for the unscripted intimacy.

"Ah, jeeze. I can't watch this," you heard Jethro speak faintly in your ear, making you smirk. Serves him right.

"At least pretend like you're enjoying this Tony. Has he passed by yet?" you asked, snapping him out of it.

"Uh, not yet."

He finally put his hands on your waist and then unexpectedly pulled you into his chest for a hug, pretending to nuzzle your neck.

"Got him," you heard Abby confirm. "It's him."

"Tell me when he leaves," you whispered to Tony, continuing to pretend that you two were just a lovestruck couple cuddling in the parking lot.

"McGee, Bishop. Move in now," Gibbs ordered a little harshly.

The two of you gave it a little more time before pulling apart and now following the suspect as you saw McGee and Bishop's car come speeding in from the other side and stop in front of him. They both got out and pulled their weapons out.

"NCIS, stay where you are," McGee called out.

The suspect turned to run but stopped once he saw you and Tony aiming your own weapons at him.

"Too bad you didn't stay for dessert. Their Tiramisu was delicious," Tony joked, making you roll your eyes.

- - - -

You watched from the other side of the interrogation window as Jethro slammed his hand on the table, making both McGee and the suspect jump.

"You think he's a little worked up?" you jokingly asked DiNozzo who stood next to you.

"Yeah, I am not envious of McGee right now. I already feel the major head slapping that's coming to me for the stunt you pulled in the parking lot."

"Stunt? Hey, I was doing my job," you defended.

"Yeah well Gibbs had direct feed to my glasses, seeing what I was saw and you were making it very difficult to keep an eye on the suspect."

You laughed and turned to Tony, putting your hand on his shoulder.

"He's not gonna fault you for being a man, Tony. You did your job. Very well might I add."

He smiled just as the door opened and Jethro stood in the doorway.

"Uh, good talk Agent L/N but I think I should go see what Abby is up to," Tony stuttered, stepping away from your touch and turning to leave. Jethro stayed where he was, blocking Tony's path, increasing his nervousness.

"Uh boss. About earlier. I really wasn't expecting any of that to happen. I mean-

"Get out of here DiNozzo," he ordered, stepping into the room, allowing Tony to pass.

"Right away boss."

He pretty much ran out and you couldn't help but giggle. Jethro's hard stare turned to you as he shut the door and you bit your lip. Your plan definitely succeeded in getting Jethro thoroughly worked up and you loved it. He slowly took steps towards you until you were inches apart, his chest level with your face but your gaze never leaving his. The air was charged as he spoke.

"Is this what I should expect from you every time we have an argument?"

"Only if we have an undercover op the next night."

His hand came up to brush some hair behind your ear and trailed down your jawline to hold your chin.

"Then I'll have to make sure you're always partnered with me."

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angellily920 · 2 months ago

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Sideline Hearts (Ch.2)

Pairing: John Walker x reader (College AU)

Word Count: About 1.1K

Warnings: None

A/n: I love dialogue, so bear with me.

Ch 1/ Chapter 2 /Ch.3

The sun was bright. A little too bright. You fiddled with the lens of your camera and took a few practice shots. You walked the field, determining where the best shots might be taken. It wasn't long before some of the football players filed onto the field for warmups, and you narrowed your eyes to scan the players. They looked focused as they did some drills. You sat on the bench and clicked through the settings on your camera.

"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" You shut your eyes and took a breath as the voice crooned behind you. You set your camera down and turned to where John was standing with a giant smile. "I thought you said you wouldn't be caught dead at a football game?"

"I'm not dead for one...also..." You tap his chest. "I didn't plan on this."

He chuckles, his eyes falling to where your finger meets his chest. "Karma at its finest. Though I can fully say it's in my favor."

You glance to where the other players are running, and you quirk a brow. "Shouldn't you be warming up oh great football captain?"

"I thought it would be polite for me to check on the lovely lady at the sidelines." John looks you up and down briefly before settling on your face. "You might be a fan girl, so I brought a pre-autographed picture." He holds up the laminated picture.

The laugh escapes before you can stop it. "I can't believe-...do you just carry those around?"

He shrugged, his shoulder pads moving up as he did so. "Maybe I just did it for you."

"Doubt it, honestly. Were you born with a giant ego or did you pick it up along the way?"

He squints his eyes as he looks around the field for a second, pretending to ponder your question. "Hm, is it an ego? Or just pure confidence?"

"Ego, for sure." You pick up your camera and sling the strap over your neck. "But I'll make sure to get your good side."

"My good side? Princess, all of me is a treasure to behold." He flexes dramtically and you roll your eyes. His tongue wets his lips and he runs his fingers through his hair smoothly. He watches you for second before flashing a smile. "You know...I have a challege for you."

"And what is that?"

He steps closer and you could feel the heat emanating off of him. He smells like fresh grash and a hint of something else you can't place, but you knew he'd be smelling like a gym bag by the end of the game. He hummed deeply before speaking. "I bet I can make you fall in love with football."

"Oh really? I'd love to see that." You take a step back, and you tell yourself it's because you need to take a picture of him and not because his scent and closeness sent your mind into a spiral. You lift your camera and snap a quick shot of him. He raises an eyebrow and you just smile. "For the fans."

"Ah, I see. Well, princess, I'd love to chat more, but I have a game to win. But I'll talk to you after and talk about that little challenge."

"We'll see about that. Good luck."

"Luck ain't got nothing to do with my winning streak." He winks, slips his autographed picture into your camera bag and runs off to join the others in warm-ups. You just shake your head and try to hold back a smile.

~~~~~ The crowd was screaming. Literally. You knew people loved football, but this was a bit excessive. John had just thrown a beautiful pass to Lemar, who then made a touchdown. You snapped some pictures quickly as the event unfolded. Your football knowledge was limited, but as you watched, you had to admit there seemed to be a dance to each play and John seemed to know each one by heart. He moved swiftly, and might you add, elegantly for someone of his stature.

You tried to capture the game to the best of your ability, but everyone seemed to move so quickly, and it was much different than your usual theater shots. You hoped the essence of the moment was there. The game seemed to end before you had even realized any time had passed by. Your school won, 37 to 25. You clicked a few pictures of the team as they cheered and headed back to the locker room. You figured you could slip away before John could talk to you, but he must have known what you were thinking because he tossed the football to you.

"Hold that for me while I go change." He ran off before you could protest, and your eyes may have strayed to the way his football pants clung to his backside.

When he returned, he lifted up his hands. You threw the ball, hoping the ball would hit him harshly. He caught the ball with ease and raised his eyebrows. "Someone's got a mean throw. I better be careful, they might make you quarterback."

"Alright John, cut the crap. What's this challenge?"

The ball shifted in his hands. "You don't know squat about football."

"And?"

"How are you supposed to capture the true feelings of the game if you don't even know what the heck is going on?"

You huffed and crossed your arms over your chest. "And your proposal is?"

"I teach you about the game, you get to take some better shots, and you come to love football." He tosses the ball back to you. "And maybe in exchange you can help me out in Calculus."

"Oh, I see. Mr. Hotshot isn't great at everything?"

"Every man has his kryptonite. Come on. You'll enjoy it. And if you don't end up loving football, you can choose how to publicly humiliate me."

That caught your attention. "I definitely can't pass that up." You thought for a moment before sighing. "I'm gonna regret this, but deal."

John smiled and pumped his fist in the air. "One more thing." His blue eyes stared into yours for a moment, causing your knees to go slightly weak. "You have to promise not to fall in love with me."

"Did you just quote Nicholas Sparks?"

He laughed softly and ran his tongue over his teeth. "And if I did?"

"I'll admit, I'm mildly impressed. I didn't think you knew how to read."

A breath of air escaped his chest. "Very funny. But seriously…you're gonna love football. First lesson tomorrow morning. 7am, I'm pounding at your door."

"Alright hotshot." You grasped his hand in a firm handshake. What did you get yourself into?

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anonymousewrites · 1 year ago

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A Not-So-Disastrous Romance (Book 1) Chapter Fifteen

Kusuo Saiki x Reader

Chapter Fifteen: Festival Problems

Summary: As usual, things go wrong for Saiki. Luckily, he know has a companion to help him.

“A haunted house, a café, bean bag toss, a haunted house, a café, a haunted house, a café—” Nendou listed off the different class events as he, Kaidou, Saiki, (Y/N), and Kuboyasu walked by them “—Whoa, there are all sorts of things!”

“All sorts of haunted houses and cafes, you mean,” said Saiki.

“At least everyone is having fun,” said (Y/N) positively.

“Should we just pick one and enter?” suggested Kaidou.

“Yare yare.” Haunted houses are a joke to me.

“We could eat something,” said (Y/N), knowing Saiki would prefer that.

“Restaurants with food made by high school students?” said Saiki dubiously.

(Y/N) nodded to one sign and grinned. “That one has coffee jelly.”

“Well, then, let’s go to the café,” said Saiki, instantly on board.

“Oh, yeah, that haunted house café!” said Nendou excitedly, pointing at the wrong café.

“No,” said Saiki.

“They shouldn’t combine the two!” exclaimed Kaidou. “I don’t want to look at ghosts while drinking my coffee.”

“That wasn’t scary at all,” scoffed a boy from a different school, standing next to his friend outside of one haunted house. “They said, ‘I’m gonna get you.’ How stupid.”

“PK’s stuff is crap,” agreed his friend.

“Who’re those guys?” wondered Nendou.

“They’re from another school,” said (Y/N), frowning and watching them go into another haunted house.

“I’m gonna check that one out,” said Kuboyasu. He smiled at the group, but it was tight-lipped and slightly menacing. “I get a kick out of scary stuff. I think this one’s gonna be scarier.”

“For them,” murmured (Y/N).

“They brought it onto themselves,” said Saiki. Karma wasn’t his problem.

Sure enough, a few moments after Kuboyasu walked in, two screams went up from within the haunted house.

“Whoa! They’re really screaming,” exclaimed Nendou. “Just how scary is that place?”

“Well, then, shall we go in here, too?” suggested Kaidou, pulling aside the curtain.

“I want coffee jelly,” said Saiki.

“We’ll get it after,” said (Y/N) encouragingly, and Saiki couldn’t exactly say no to that, so he followed them into the haunted house.

“It’s so dark that I can’t see anything,” exclaimed Kaidou, shaking slightly as they walked farther in.

I can see everything clearly, even the guy waiting to ambush us.

“Hey, get going,” said Kaidou, pushing Nendou forward nervously.

“Hm? You’re the one who wanted to walk in first,” said Nendou.

“I’ll lead,” said (Y/N), squaring their shoulders and walking forward.

Instantly, someone grabbed their ankle, and (Y/N) jumped, yelping in surprise. (Now that was just an unfair tactic, who wouldn’t be shocked at that?) Poor Kaidou screamed at their reaction, got breathed on strangely, and saw the exit sign—all of which terrified him until eh was basically clinging to Nendou as they walked onward.

“Come on, we’re going ahead,” said Nendou, unaffected.

“I think I’ll enjoy this from back here with you, Kusuo,” said (Y/N), sighing.

“You found this scary?” said Saiki.

“If someone grabs your ankle in the dark, you jump,” said (Y/N) sagely.

“Boo!” A boy jumped out at them, right in front of Nendou.

“Hey,” said Nendou.

The boy collapsed, unconscious due to the frightful sight of Nendou’s face.

“Whoa, that was realistic,” said Nendou.

“Because it was real,” said Saiki.

“Even I’d faint if I suddenly saw that face of yours up close in the dark,” said Kaidou.

“Uh-oh,” said (Y/N), kneeling and feeling the boy’s pulse. They gave a thumbs-up. “He’s alright.”

“What are you going to do?!” cried Kaidou, staring at Nendou. “It’ll be ruined for the next customer—”

“Ah, scary! It’s so dark!” said someone from behind them. Too late, the customers were coming.

“Shoot! Let’s hide this guy first,” said Kaidou, trying to drag the boy’s body to the side.

“I’ve never hidden a body before,” said (Y/N).

“We are not doing that,” said Saiki.

“Hey, look at these things.” Nendou laughed as he put on fake glasses that made it seem like his eyes were falling out.

“Perfect! Put them on!” said Kaidou, grabbing bandages for himself and throwing fake blood over Saiki. (Y/N) grabbed a zombie mask. “Here they come,” said Kaidou. He crouched and leapt out. “Boo!”

A face exactly like Nendou’s stared at him, and Kaidou collapsed in shock.

“Oh, Mom,” said Nendou, greeting her while his friend lay unconscious on the ground.

What a family resemblance, thought (Y/N).

“One Nendou…Two Nendous…” murmured Kaidou deliriously on a bench.

The group stood outside of the cafes and haunted house to talk properly instead of being in the dark (though the students had yet to take off their costumes). It turned out Nendou’s mother was there touring the PK Festival with Saiki’s parents, so they were there, too.

“You should’ve told me if you were gonna come,” said Nendou.

“I’m just stopping by because I’m on break,” said Mrs. Nendou.

“We happened to run into Nendou’s mother and became friends!” said Mrs. Saiki cheerily.

This is one friendship I wish you wouldn’t make.

“Well, now that I’ve seen your class’s attraction, I’m going home,” said Mrs. Nendou matter-of-factly. “Good luck with your haunted house.”

“Hm? We’re not doing a haunted house,” said Nendou.

“Oh, yeah, we’re borrowing these,” said (Y/N), taking off their zombie mask and setting it to the side.

“What, you aren’t?” said Mrs. Nendou.

“Our class is displaying rocks we found in the schoolyard,” said Nendou.

Saiki sighed. “I’ll go wash my face.” He didn’t need to walk around looking like an idiot.

He headed into the bathroom and set his glasses to the side while he washed the fake blood from his face.

Yare yare. This is why school events are such a pain. Lots of minor characters keep showing up and causing trouble for me. And I didn’t manage to go and get coffee jelly with (Y/N) yet, either. This all happened for nothing.

He finished splashing his face with water and straightened, picking up his glasses. Except when he put them on, he found fake eyeballs instead of green-tinted glass.

What the heck is this?

“What do you think, pal? They look good on me, don’t they?” said Nendou, resting Saiki’s glasses in front of his own face.

“Give those back to me, you idiot,” said Saiki, reaching out. His eyes widened, and he tried to cover his eyes. “Shoot!” He couldn’t help but exclaim out loud with his telepathy.

Too late. As Saiki looked up again, Nendou was already a stone statue, transformed by Saiki’s unfiltered gaze. The stone glasses fell and shattered on the floor. Saiki just stared. Not good.

“Kusuo?” Outside of the restroom, (Y/N) called out in concern. “I heard you cry out, is everything alright?”

They always become observant at the wrong moment.

“Kusuo, I’m coming in!”

Yare yare, not my dad, too.

Sure enough, Mr. Saiki nearly kicked down the door, and (Y/N) slid in with them, unable to stay out since they were worried (and there was no one else around, so…).

“Ah!” cried Mr. Saiki as he saw Nendou.

Saiki had turned around to avoid eye-contact with anyone. The last thing he needed was more people getting turned to stone.

“Hey, this is—” Mr. Saiki cut himself off and looked at (Y/N) worriedly.

“Did you accidentally turn Nendou to stone?” said (Y/N), staring.

“He took my glasses and looked me in my eyes. That’s his fault,” said Saiki.

“Kusuo, you can’t just say that!” said Mr. Saiki.

“They know.”

“I know,” said (Y/N).

“About his powers?” said Mr. Saiki, blinking in surprise. (Y/N) nodded. “Oh…alright then.”

“Can we focus?” said Saiki, irritated. “Just give me your glasses.” Mr. Saiki’s glasses floated through the air and landed on Saiki’s face. Now he could look at people without turning people to stone. “Okay, that power is blocked.”

“I like your eyes,” blurted out (Y/N) instinctively as they saw Saiki’s purple eyes properly. They had always been obscured by a green tint, but they could see the violet clearly now.

Saiki short-circuited and froze at the compliment while Mr. Saiki babbled about not being able to see without his glasses.

Turning pink, (Y/N) coughed. “So, uh, how do we turn him back?”

Saiki tried to focus. “The effects last twenty-four hours.”

“Uh-oh, his mom is waiting for him outside,” said (Y/N), frowning.

“Oh, no, what are you going to do, Kusuo?” said Mr. Saiki, blindly patting Nendou’s shoulder.

“You’re talking to Nendou. Don’t ever make that mistake again. It ticks me off,” said Saiki.

“Can you teleport him back to your house?” suggested (Y/N). “Then we can at least make an excuse that Nendou left instead of anyone seeing them.”

Saiki was reminded of one of the reasons he liked (Y/N): they were actually helpful.

“Are you listening, Kusuo?” said Mr. Saiki, still patting Nendou’s shoulder.

Crack

(Y/N) and Saiki froze before turning. Nendou lay in stone pieces on the ground. (Y/N) covered their mouth in shock, and Mr. Saiki was stricken.

“Kusuo…Look after your mother, okay?” He raised his phone. “Hello? Is this the police? I’ve killed someone.”

Saiki grabbed his dad’s shoulder before his sobbing could actually be listened to. “Calm down.” (Y/N) took the phone and ended the call. “You don’t have to go the police. It’s fine.”

“What?! Really?!” cried Mr. Saiki.

Saiki picked up Nendou’s head.

“That’s just a disturbing sight,” said (Y/N).

“I can turn back time and restore it to how it was,” said Saiki, doing so and letting the statue of Nendou come together once more. (Y/N) breathed a sigh of relief.

“Whoa!” exclaimed Mr. Saiki.

“What was that noise?!” Mrs. Nendou banged on the door from outside.

“Shoot, Nendou’s mother is gonna come in,” said Saiki. “Dad, go hold the door.”

“Okay!” Mr. Saiki grabbed the door handle and gave a thumbs-up.

Wham!

“Ooooh.” (Y/N) winced as Mr. Saiki was thrown into the wall as Mrs. Nendou broke down the door.

“What happened, you guys?!” cried Mrs. Nendou. She saw the statue. “Huh? What? What?! Riki?!”

(Y/N) and Saiki exchanged a glance as she walked closer. Then, she patted Nendou’s shoulders.

“This is amazing! So this is the rock display you guys were talking about!” she exclaimed. “This looks exactly like my son.”

“Well, I guess this is natural,” said Saiki.

“They’re definitely related,” said (Y/N).

“Riki? Huh, where did Riki go?” wondered Mrs. Nendou.

“Well…probably the restroom,” said Mr. Saiki.

“We’re in the restroom,” said Saiki, amazed by his father’s terrible attempt at lying.

“He headed out to check on some other classes. He volunteered to help them earlier in the week since some people are sick,” said (Y/N), smiling.

“Oh, really? That’s so nice of him,” said Mrs. Nendou.

Thank you, (Y/N), thought Saiki, thankful as always to have them around.

“Well, I should help out, too, and give you all a hand,” said Mrs. Nendou.

“What?”

“Huh?”

“You’re taking this to your classroom, right?” said Mrs. Nendou, gesturing to the statue of Nendou. “Now, let’s go!”

No one could argue with her, and within a few minutes, Nendou was situated in Class 3’s display. People instantly crowded around it, amazed and surprised at the exact likeness.

“H-Holy crap,” said one student.

“Why Nendou?” exclaimed another.

“How did they carve something like this?”

“Things have gotten worse,” said Saiki as he, Mr. Saiki, and (Y/N) stood to the side. “It’s so obvious that high school students couldn’t make something like that.”

“Maybe they won’t notice?” (Y/N) offered as much support as they could.

“Oh, what is this?” The principal walked in. “Oh, my!” He stared at the statue, and (Y/N) and Saiki’s hearts dropped. This situation was quickly growing out of control. “This is an incredibly elaborate stone statue! Is it a gorilla?”

“Very close, but not quite,” said Saiki.

Poor Nendou, thought (Y/N).

“I’m so moved…” The headmaster smiled. “The Best Class Attraction Award goes to Class 3!” he declared.

(Y/N) and Saiki stared in dismayed shock as even more people crowded into the room to get a look at the winning class’s display and the Nendou statue. They really had lost any semblance of control of the situation.

“It’s become the showpiece,” said Saiki, crossing his arms.

“This isn’t good, Kusuo!” cried Mr. Saiki. “Can’t you teleport it out and steal it?!”

“There’re too many people,” said (Y/N), frowning.

“Or better yet, should we break it? You can restore it just like you did earlier!” said Mr. Saiki.

“My power to turn back time can only be used once per day per target,” said Saiki.

“What?” said Mr. Saiki, panicking. “But that means—”

“Let’s make sure it doesn’t break again, then,” said (Y/N), concerned about Nendou getting hurt.

“Whoa, I wonder how tough the stone is,” said one boy, pretending to hit the statue.

“It’s really hard,” said another, pulling on Nendou’s ear.

“Don’t touch!” cried Mr. Saiki, running up and pulling them off.

“Huh? Whoa, what’s with this guy?!” cried the first boy.

“A scary middle-aged man is shouting,” whispered a girl worriedly.

“He’s suspicious!”

“Someone, go get a teacher!”

Saiki facepalmed, and (Y/N)’s eyes widened, but neither could exactly stop the teachers from dragging Mr. Saiki out. After all, they couldn’t just explain “oh, yeah, that is actually Nendou, Saiki turned him to stone, so please don’t hurt him.”

“I guess I have no choice. I’ll make Nendou’s safety my top priority,” said Saiki.

“He is your friend,” added (Y/N).

“Don’t say that, I don’t have friends. Other than you,” said Saiki.

(Y/N) just grinned. “Uh-huh.”

“Take this, Baron Cola!” A young boy had climbed onto Nendou’s shoulders and was pretending to shoot him with a toy gun.

“Get down, Yuuta,” said Saiki, stepping forward.

Yuuta brightened upon seeing his neighbor (and, in his mind, favorite superhero). “Cyborg Cider-man No. 2! Look, look! I capture Baron Cola.”

“No, that’s a gorilla, so get off,” said Saiki.

(Y/N) didn’t ask what that all meant, but they reached up as Yuuta began to rock Nendou back and forth.

“You can’t climb on exhibits,” said (Y/N) calmly, setting him down.

“But it’s Baron Cola!” exclaimed Yuuta.

“It’s not the real Baron Cola,” said (Y/N). They put their hands on their hips. “Do you understand?”

Yuuta stared up at them, and Saiki nearly groaned as the image of a superhero in pink superimposed on (Y/N).

Yare yare, not them too.

“I understand, Cherry Blossom Lemonade!” cheered Yuuta.

(Y/N) cocked their head and blinked at Saiki. “Who?”

“A superhero from a show he likes,” said Saiki.

“Are you two undercover, Cherry Blossom Lemonade, Cyborg Cider-man No. 2?! Is that why you’re being nice to Baron Cola? Are you on a date?” babbled Yuuta.

Saiki froze, and (Y/N)’s cheeks warmed.

“Yuuta, there you are,” said his mother, walking in. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you. It’s time to go.”

“Aww, but I just managed to find the bad guy,” said Yuuta.

His mother chuckled. “I’m sure you did.” She took him by the hand and led him out.

“You called her, didn’t you?” said (Y/N), looking at Saiki.

“Yes,” said Saiki. He had called Yuuta’s mom with his telepathy, but although it had mostly been to keep Yuuta from hurting Nendou, it was also to avoid more of Yuuta’s questions. Him and (Y/N), on a date? Saiki had barely gotten over figuring out he had a crush on them. That was too much for him with so much else going on.

“Well, the festival is almost over,” said (Y/N), glancing at the clock and trying to push aside Yuuta’s assumptions (and their blush). “I don’t think we’ll be able to taste our classmates’ coffee jelly, but I think we’ve earned a trip to Café Mami after this.”

Okay, so maybe a date—which this wasn’t—with (Y/N) was something Saiki would get excited for.

(Y/N) and Saiki both let out a content hum as they took a bite of their coffee jellies. They had successfully kept Nendou in one piece and teleported him to his bathroom at home so, come tomorrow, he’d transform back like nothing had happened.

“I’m glad Nendou will be alright,” said (Y/N).

“I’m glad we avoided more trouble,” said Saiki.

(Y/N) nodded. “What about your glasses? Are you going to keep borrowing your dads’ or can you get yours fixed?”

“I can get mine fixed,” said Saiki, but, unfortunately, that would mean dealing with a certain someone.

“Are you going to go back to the green tint?” said (Y/N).

Saiki nodded.

“Too bad,” said (Y/N), smiling. “I like your eyes.”

Saiki felt his heart stutter, and (Y/N) looked firmly down at their coffee jelly in order to not over-analyze his reaction in case they had just made a fool of themself. Still, they couldn’t help it. They did like his eyes. They liked everything about Saiki.

For his part, Saiki found he liked the compliment. Appearances weren’t something he cared about or judged since, for the most part, he just saw people as bones or muscle, but hearing that (Y/N) liked something about him was nice. He wanted them to like him, too.

But for now, (Y/N) and Saiki were content to sit across from each other in content silence with coffee jelly. Still, though, thoughts of how much nicer it would be if this was a date flitted through their mind.

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