#I should also use my water colors again to like practice w them it’s also been so long since I’ve used water color

[ortensiawhiskers]

I got some markers and brush tip pens, a Daisy squishmallow, some cute pink & white new shoes, a new phone, a little banner to hang my Disney pins, some tiny bags for my dolls, two sweaters, a Disney book abt Sally from nightmare before Christmas, my mom gave me 14 issues of N52 Superboy comics & a Superboy pin

[shylittlefr0g]

Hello again, and welcome one more time to:

The Headcanon of the Day with me, Toga (or shylittlefr0g, has you wish.)

Today's HC is:

Damian Desmond knows exactly his besties (and gf) favorite food is.

(because everyone knows that Anya can't cook a boiled egg and his friends only eat things from school or delivery)

Damian has a notebook with recipes like a granny, mostly things that he should remember if someday he need it. (favorite food, way to dress, blood type, diseases, allergies, etc) so, there is something that he wrote about it.

For example, Anya:

Her favorite food are burgers (COMPLETE burgers.) So that means, Damian wrote a fucking recipe about burgers exactly how she likes it. ("her burger most have two burgers, one fried egg, chesse, letucce, tomato, mustard-" like this)

Also knows Becky's Favorite: Vichyssoise (or leek soup)

One day, when the Eden Guys bring Anya and Becky to they regular Camping Trip weekend, they get into a deep conversation about things around home, and Becky explain that when her parents weren't home when she was sick, Martha usually cook her a Vichyssoise to the french way, and she absolutly love it.

Of course, Damian look up from the recipe and started practicing to make it perfect.

And of course, he knows Ewen and Emile favorite.

River fish to the grill. (If you can catch one, of course.)

Thanks to Mr.Green and the first trip to Stella Lake, they know the beauty behind catch a fish and cook from your own, maybe from that moment he started to seeing something beautiful behind cooking with other people.

"Emile and Ewen really like fish, i don't really know why, i still prefer some stake o sausages."

(yes, he writes with the color and all, sorry, i dont make the rules. And yes, he wrote corny things about his friends that he cannot say louder.)

He really enjoy jumping on the lake with his friends and try to catch some fish like Mr. Green teach them. Of course, this is stupid, so in the end they use fishing rods.

Bonus:

One day, when Becky and William Watkins sit in the same table, he also knows his favorite food.

The Megalodon.

Some crazy-ass shit that him and the man of his family eat. He heard from his own mouth that "Is like a burger. But with so much protein. Excelent for the muscles."

"and what have this Megalodon-thing?"

"Well, my mom usually takes pizza mass with chesse and sauce, a stake really good cooked, fried egg, chesse, tomato, and a jar of water to make it go down."

Bonus BONUS:

"...W-What. BILL HOW THE HELL ARE YOU STILL ALIVE-"

He has a apart page for George (yes, just one) and his favorite food is "dog food with milk." (He likes burgers too, but he doesn't really like George because he still a little angry with him).

[luulapants]

Ok, you wanna learn how to make the best sweet potato hash browns you ever had in your life?

You need:

Coffee (may sub with tea)

Oil (olive, coconut, vegetable - something mildly flavored)

Cheapest sweet potato at the store

Eggs (I use local eggs from Mike at the farmers market, which are $5/doz but they were also $5 before the avian flu bc that's just how much eggs cost when the guy selling them to you knows the chickens personally)

Paprika

Cinnamon

Garlic (fresh, jar, or powdered)

Fresh veggies (whatever needs used)

Hard cheese

Other seasonings (follow your heart)

Salt & pepper

Bread (optional)

Instructions:

Put on some coffee, strong

Grate the sweet potato directly into a bowl of cold water.

While that soaks, take however many eggs you want out of the fridge and leave them on the counter to warm up. I pulled out three because I needed to use up the last of the carton because I bought a new carton I didn't need yet because I wanted to talk to Mike.

Pour the coffee into a mug.

Drain the sweet potatoes, then fill the container with cold water again.

Get a skillet on the stove. A large skillet might be best, but I use a small one bc my big skillet died a horrible death. Coat the bottom in oil and turn the stove on medium heat. If you're using fresh or jar garlic, add it now. Drink coffee.

Drain the sweet potatoes again. Once the oil is hot (or garlic spitting), press them out in the pan to create an even layer.

Scrub out the grater and potato bowl while that heats up. After breakfast you will thank you.

Over the hash browns, sprinkle one part cinnamon, two parts paprika. If using garlic powder, four parts garlic. How much is a part? When sprinkling the cinnamon, you should be like, "shoot, that was almost but not quite enough to evenly distribute it over the whole pan," but it's going to be okay. Look me in the eye. It's going to be okay.

Drink coffee. Stir the hash browns until they're a relatively uniform color with the spices intermixed. Press them flat again.

Now it's time to get out your vegetables. "Vegetables!" you say. "But luula, I thought we were making hash browns!" Listen. Hash browns are not a meal unto themselves. They are part of a culinary experience and the only way to enjoy cooking is to learn to time out making different things at the same time.

Prep your vegetables. This is the step that makes people hate cooking, so I recommend buying the same vegetable a LOT, looking up tutorials on the best way to chop or prep it, and practicing until it's so quick and easy that you don't have to think about it. Then move onto a new vegetable. I'm cooking shiitake mushrooms and asparagus this morning bc asparagus is in peak season and on sale and because the woman at the mushroom stall at the market is cute. The mushrooms I just cut in half. Drink coffee.

Pause to stir the hash browns, making sure to scrape up anything sticking to the bottom of the pan. If your pan isn't nonstick, you can deglaze with a bit of cold water.

The secret to asparagus is DON'T chop the ends with a knife. Pinch the hard end between your fingers while holding the supple end in the other and bend it until it snaps. Throw away the hard end that snapped off. It will look like a lot to throw away, but that's because most people under-trim their asparagus. Those ends are a gross texture and will ruin your asparagus experience.

Stir the hash browns again and scrunch them off to the side to make room for your veggies. Add more oil to the empty spot.

When pan cooking veggies, the order of operations is starchy > firm > soft > watery. Starchy things like potatoes take ages to cook, which is why your hash browns have been in that pan since the dawn of time. My asparagus is firm, so that's going in next, until it's bright green in color. My mushrooms are soft, so I add them in once that happens. They just need to get warm, really. If you are cooking with watery tomatoes, those go in at the very last second if you cook them at all. Season the veggies with whatever speaks to you. I used thyme because thyme and mushrooms is a dope combo. Drink coffee.

In the time it takes your veggies to cook, you probably need to stir the hash browns once more, and by the time they're nearly done, you should have some good crunchy bits in the hash browns. Turn the heat all the way to low, then scoop the hash browns onto a plate. Cover the plate. Leave the veggies in the pan.

If you're making toast, put the bread in while the pan is cooling down.

Add more oil to the empty spot where the hash browns were. It's time to cook the eggs. Carefully crack eggs into the pan.

If you want cheese, sprinkle it on top of the vegetables. I used Parmesan because it crusts onto asparagus nicely. Salt and pepper the whole pan. Cover the pan. Drink coffee.

The secret to eggs, and the reason you want low heat, is they need to be cooked over easy. If you want your yolks cooked through, just bake a cake. The other secret is that you should flip them when the bottom layer is solid white but the top is still clear and runny. Focus on flipping each individual yolk, not the whites. The whites will follow.

If you're making toast, butter it or whatever you're doing with it while the eggs finish cooking.

Turn off the heat. Scoop everything onto the plate, taking care not to break the yolks. Serve with whatever is left of your coffee.

[xythlia]

it always irks me when ppl start saying incorrect shit about foster care/adoption bc as a former foster kid and an adopted kid I just wanna laugh at how wrong they are 99% of the time. like foster care in the us was constructed in such a way that it targets poor ppl & usually poor poc but what's more sinister is depending on the agency foster parents can fill out forms w their "preferences" for kids. like they can say they only want white kids. only kids that were raised christian. only kids below ten years old. there's lots & lots. when I was taken to the agency building the first time before they did anything else I had to answer about 100 questions about my background, religion, sexuality, ect and I was only ten. and that questionnaire was used to determine placement, not yk any real metric for gauging the appropriate fit for a traumatized child with mental health issues. then I was promptly told, while crying hysterically in the back of this caseworkers car that "you're never going home so stop with the water works". reunification is never the goal bc if it was these families wouldn't be put in positions where a judge tells them if they don't do xyz thing they will never see their children again when most times xyz thing requires resources a poor family wouldn't have to begin w so there's little hope right out of gate of getting their kids back. when I was eventually placed with the family that adopted me I was told to, quote, "lie cry scream say whatever you have to if you wanna stay here in our nice house with lots of food and animals you like. because you want to stay here right?" Like coaching kids to lie to the judge is just standard practice if the foster parents decide they don't want to have to give that child up & a judge will listen to those coached lies.

It's also even more sinister if a private agency gets involved (I was fostered + adopted through a private agency). bc they make damn sure those foster parents get those kids permanently if they say so, even if by all means that kid should be placed back with their family. at my adoption hearing neither of my biological parents were represented at the hearing for permanently revoking their parental rights to me. neither of them even knew that was happening. and I didn't know until I was older that that's illegal, they're entitled to at least having a lawyer present if they can't be physically present. so my adoption was technically illegal (which makes sense bc I looked into the rates and costs for adopting kids in our state & they're astronomical but my adoptive parents weren't rich so like how'd they adopt four kids then? bc the private agency was doing illegal shit & they basically got that stolen kid discount). Nobody even knew I had been kicked around between four different states all without any record of my "fostering" in all but one of them, again that's illegal.

anyways every single part of the entire foster & adoptive system is shady and purposely targets kids of color + kids from poor families and doesn't care about ruining their lives and if u believe differently ur actually delusional

[dj-dondondonki]

"porous" album review

I once read a nonfiction book that described how early daoist priests would cure people who were sick / in a coma. apparently when you’re in a coma your spirit is trapped in the spirit world. So the priests would do astral projection, meditate for days n their spirit leaves their body to go to this other dimension. In this other dimension it’s very mountainous, thick jungle, misty, fog, malicious spirits that the priests have to fight in order to retrieve the trapped spirit of the sick person. And this would be a huge ordeal for the priest, deep diving sometimes for days in the other dimension. When they got back they would be completely exhausted, would write down the features / landmarks they traversed to map out the terrain for other priests. 

I thought of the daoist priests again listening to “porous” for the first time. the album is a meditation and a journey: it feels like you’re leaving ur physical body in this dimension to go to another one, each track is an intricate mapping of this other place: the topography, treacherous upwards/downwards paths and misty parts, the changing altitudes and alternating lights / darks of moving quickly through. so many organic samples in these tracks  — sounds taken from this world, but manipulated just beyond recognition, it makes you feel like you’re in a world slightly different from this one but also familiar.

I’ve been playing TUNIC, the game Janice and terence scored, and definitely hear? (imagine?) some video-game-like-elements in this album. Compared to other electronica, the tracks in “porous” feel more… ~~landscaped~~ they feel like a traversal over actual physical terrain. even within a single track there’s often two or three terrain changes, dramatic shifts in colors and shading (“radial chatter” esp). It reminds me of the sweeping dramatic landscape changes in TUNIC from level to level. like a game, or a mission, the whole album feels driven — bullet train music, highway in the dark music. 

other thoughts:

“water bodies” — so alive. music that should play inside that Tokyo art museum exhibit where they make everyone take off their socks and walk around in the dark in knee deep water “sensing” things

“fluoresce” — this gives me hope for the genre of “New” “Asian” “Club” music. as in, chinese instruments can be used in a way that doesn't feel gimmicky in club music. such a journey in this song. I think Janice should make a liquid dance/rave album w/ this song as the starting track and then play the whole thing at FINAL

“ghost money” - the most otherworldly on the album. this track does not go where I expect.  

“143” - falling into a hole, which is accidentally the portal to another world, terrifying black hole singularity, but then on the other side it’s actually like a chill alien waiting room w all kinds of aliens patiently waiting

“radial chatter” - made me think of Burial, made me emotional 

(not related to the album): it’s been perspective-shifting to meet janice and terence this year in Taipei. to meet composers, not just composers, but artists working at such a high level of maturity/seriousness has given me a kind of inward permission to “try” taking composing seriously.

I mean I've always composed but it’s felt like what I do in Ableton is not "as real". when i go to jazz jams i feel like i'm real, i'm part of a community, people know my name and i know my place and i can see myself advancing. that's satisfying. while composing feels like a shout into the void. but more and more these days i feel like i'm creatively drawn to composing, even if it's a lonely practice. and now...i know there's like, two other people in the void, they are real, i can see them!! it's exciting to see other people in the void. i feel like maybe it's okay to be there.

[insomniamamma]

Safe: Ezra x f!reader w/Cee

A/n: What can I say? I'm hormonal and all my shit hurts and if I cannot get snuggles IRL then I will write something super soft and self-indulgent to make myself feel better. Part of the Prickle AU. Set sometime after Sacellum.

Warnings: Oh no! There's only one bed. Soft!Ezra. Language. Cee's best friend on The Pug is non-binary and also named after my little boy's favorite stuffy. Maybe the slightest bit of angst. But mostly super soft.

         "You did this on purpose."         "Right hand to Kevva, I did not. I asked for double occupancy and they must have misunderstood and--"         "You don't have a right hand,"         "Let's go back to the reception desk," says Ezra, "We may be able to negotiate more appropriate accommodations."         "Errgh," you groan. Reception had been a nightmare, three freighters worth of traffic trying to secure berths all at once. It was a lot of people. Too many for your liking. Cee was staying with Kit and their family. Kit and Cee had practically tackled each other right there on the dock, everyone else forgotten, walked away arm in arm.         "We shove off in three cycles," Ezra hollered at her retreating back, and she flapped a dismissive hand at him. You had to smile. For three cycles Cee gets to be a normal teenager hanging out with her best friend without worrying about points and pulls and overhead costs and fuel margins.         "I don't wanna go back down there," you say, "Too many people. I think twice the population of Falnost was waiting in that fucking line." You brush past him and into the suite. The ceilings are low and slightly curved and it feels strange to be under this much grav. The outer rings of Puggart Bench have something close to terra-normal gravity, but after so much time spent on little moons and worldlets, this much G feels weird and you have no desire to trudge back down to reception.         "You sure?" Asks Ezra.         "Yeah," you drop your day bag and press a hand to the mattress. "Look at the size of this thing. It's, like, five crash-couches wide. This seems above our pay grade."         "They're overbooked," says Ezra, "We're paying the same points for the berth we should have gotten. I made sure of it. I can sleep in that recliner if--"         "No."         "No?"         "Kevva, Ez, we're both adults," you say, "I think we can share a bed for a night without exploding."

        Your suite has a real, honest-to-Goddess shower with a generous 15 minute timer. You scrub as fast as you can and then just let the water hit you, let the pressure pound on your tense back muscles until the chime sounds and the water cuts off. You towel off and dress, soft clothes you sleep in, and pad out into the main room. Ezra is reading, face far off and serious, and you just look at him for a minute, illuminated in the warm lamp-light, absorbed in his book, little furrow between his brows and then he looks up, all knowing smirk and dancing eyes, he's caught you staring.         "Your turn, Ez," You say and turn your face away. Kevva. This man. You've been trying to keep things professional, but it's a losing battle. His flirtations make you flush, but he's never tried to push you, never tried to leverage the fact that it's his name on the ship's title, that you signed a contract, that you are junior-most crew. You feel safe with him. And, from your limited experience in the fringe, that is a miracle in itself.

        Ezra sets his book aside and heads for the bathroom. You peel the sheets from the other side of the bed and settle in. There's a media player bolted to the wall, but you just want quiet. You switch off the lamp on your nightstand (we both have lamps, we both have a nightstand, how weird is that?) The sheets feel deliciously cool against your skin. To be clean and sleeping in clean sheets...if Heaven isn't like this Kevva's got some answering to do.         Ezra sings in the shower. You're barely awake and you smile. Ezra can't carry a tune in a bucket, singing fringeling songs and reels, stories of mercs and pirates and ghosts and you drift off to the sound of him, the sound of the water running.

        He sees you soft and loose and asleep. No rail-gun, no body armor, no thrower under your pillow. Your face slack, snoring slightly. You've kicked out of the blankets and lay curled as if chilled.         "Hey Artichoke," he murmurs, pulls the blankets up and tucks them around you, "Let's get you warm, yeah?"

        Ezra wakes. Bleared red numbers of the clock saying that this is still the deepest ditch of local night. Ezra is warm and confused. He feels you pressed against him, your chest to his back, an arm hooked around his middle, your legs entwined with his. You've sought him out in your sleep and folded yourself around him, your breath slow and steady against his nape. Ezra's eyes prick with tears. He can't remember the last time he's been held like this. He's had lovers. He has payed for sex on the less reputable Benches of the Great Arm, but for someone to hold him? For someone to touch him without payment, without trying to press some advantage, gain some kind of leverage, without priming him for the inevitable backstab?  He is overwhelmed. He tries to wriggle away from you, but your arm just tightens around him.         "...fixed the transponder," you mutter against his neck, "told you we didn't need...told you..." He pats your arm and relaxes against you.         "Okay, Artichoke, okay, sweetheart. Go back to sleep."

        You wake enfolded, Ezra's good arm wrapped around you. You feel the steady beat of his heart beneath your ear, the slow sussurration of his breath, the snores that catch in his throat and turn to murmurs, the rise and fall of his chest beneath your cheek. You've tucked yourself against him in your sleep. Your hand rests on his sternum. Oh Kevva. What are you doing? You go rigid.         Your first impulse is to wrestle out of his hold, take one of the blankets and install yourself in the recliner that you wouldn't let Ezra take, but part of you wants to stay right here in the combined warmth of your bodies, feeling his breath, his heart, his calloused palm spread against your shoulder. You shift, making the smallest effort to pull yourself away and his arm tightens further, a low, sleepy chuckle reverberates through his chest.         "Hi Ez,"         "Hi." He strokes the pad of his thumb along the exposed curve of your shoulder.         "I'll get up," you say, even as he shifts and cups the back of your head in his palm, tucking you closer.         "You don't have to," he says, voice rough with sleep. This gesture pricks at your heart. Coming up on Falnost has made you hard, guarded, there has been precious little gentleness in your life, pulling rocks out of the parched ground since you were big enough to lift a shovel. Learned to fight and shoot to chase water-thieves from the homestead. He strokes the back of your head like one might pet a skittish cat and your heart squeezes.         "Ezra?" You hate how small your voice sounds, you hate the uncertainty you hear there, "Are we okay?"         "Of course we are," he says, "Why wouldn't we be?"         "I wrapped around you like a Bueller's world python and I did it in my sleep-"         "The wrapping was mutual-"         "You're not mad or uncomfortable or anything?" He laughs again, gentle huff of breath against the crown of your head.         "Mad about waking with you in my arms? The day I'm mad about that you can just shoot me in the head and send me to Kevva because I will surely have lost my ever-loving mind." You smile against his skin and relax some, your hand unfists and you curl your arm around his soft belly, feel his breath hitch.         "Tickles."         "Sorry." You feel yourself drift, skirting the edge of sleep. He is warm and solid and you let yourself relax against him.         “This feels...safe..." you say, so close to sleep that you're not sure if you've said it aloud or if you've just thought it. And you're not sure if you hear his response or dream it, one word. Always.

        "She's late," says Ezra.         "We still got a sixteenth to button up and board,"         "Still," says Ezra, "Yon freighter will leave with our pod wether we're strapped in it or not." You see Cee and Kit, trailed by Kit's parents, weaving through the crowd. Cee is beaming, her blonde hair has a brilliant streak of blue, and Kit has a matching streak in their hair.         "Hey guys!" Cee hugs Ezra and then hugs you.         "How was your shore leave, Little Bird? I like the fancy hair."         "Isn't that cool? We've got matching streaks," says Cee.         "It's semi-permanent," says Kit, "We'll pick a different color next time!" You have to smile. Cee looks revitalized. Three cycles spent with her friend, just doing normal kid things has been good for her.         "Check this out!" says Cee and pushes a laminated drawing towards the two of you. Ezra makes a show of looking carefully.         "I recognize you and Kit," he says, "I am not familiar with these other people, though."         "They're from The Streamer Girl, dumbass," says Cee, "Here's Clo and Reive and Lily and Auri. See? Kit put us right in the story." Ezra gives Kit his best smile.         “You drew this? You are very talented." Kit smiles big.         "Thanks!" says Kit, "I'll put you guys in the next one! Maybe you could be professors at Bowsun Academy or something."         "I look forward to it," says Ezra.         "Time to go, Cee," you say and Cee and Kit exchange one more enthusiastic hug.         "Later fringeling!" Calls Kit.         "Piss off, stationer!" Cee calls back. Ezra curls his fingers around yours and squeezes. Cee tells you all about her three cycles with Kit, the movies they watched, the Real Food they ate. How Kit's little brother wanted a blue streak in his hair too and Kit's parents said no and how mad he got. I wanna be cool like Kit and Cee.         "I told him he's got plenty of time to be cool," says Cee, "And he told me that I don't understand how the world works. He's like, four." Ezra laughs.         "Wise for his years." Says Ezra. And the three of you fall quiet. You find the pod much as you left it, towed to the Polly Jean and clipped in, transferred by the station's tugs. You settle in and do a full systems check. Calling out the checklists and making sure everything is good for transit.         "What are you guys so happy about?" asks Cee.         "Whatever do you mean?" asks Ezra.         "You been all smiles since I hit the dock," says Cee, "Both of you. Did we score a really good job? Did we win the Puggart Bench lottery or something? What aren't you telling me?"         "That," says Ezra, "Is for us to know and you to endlessly speculate about."         "Hmph," says Cee.

Tagging: @oonajaeadira, @grogusmum , @honestly-shite, @writeforfandoms, @ladyvengeancesposts, @the-blind-assassin-12

[reidingandwriting]

"Deja Vu"

Word Count: ~2300 words

Ship: Peter Parker x Stark!Reader (ex/platonic?), Peter Parker x Michelle Jones

Warnings: A curse word or two, slightly OOC moments but it is fan-fiction so :)

A/N: I'm in love with this song and had to write this. Popped this baby out in 3 hours, and I'm pretty happy with it. Side note: I created my own timeline for this lmao. Morgan exists, but they don't live in the cabin. Reader is mentioned to be fem once or twice, but reads neutral besides that! Reader is Tony's kid but it could be read as adopted/his bio kid.

“One strawberry ice cream, just for you.” Peter said as he set the cup down in front of MJ, a single spoon dipped in the light pink dessert. MJ immediately started to eat as Peter took a seat beside her, and you and Ned were seated across from the couple at a local ice cream shop you had discovered. The one where you had taken him, where you had convinced him to try the strawberry ice cream instead of the vanilla he always got. You scooped a spoonful of your rocky road ice cream a little too aggressively, unable to eat your favorite ice cream flavor anymore.

“Thanks, Parker, it’s really good.” MJ said and Peter nudged her shoulder.

“Mind if I steal a bite?’

“Of course I mind.” MJ deadpanned and Peter blanched before MJ smirked at him. “Go ahead, loser. Just one.” MJ gave him a look and Peter saluted.

“Scout’s honor.” Peter took MJ’s spoon before he took a bite, and you barely held back the scowl as you looked over at Ned. He gave you a sympathetic smile and tapped his foot against yours under the safety of the booth. You brushed your shoulder against Ned’s while Peter and MJ were too entranced by each other to notice.

“If you get any ice cream on my jacket, I’m burning yours.” MJ’s words were menacing, but you all knew she was (mostly) kidding. Peter scoffed and held his hand against his chest in mock offense, the sleeves of MJ’s jean jacket comedically too short on Peter’s arms. MJ was dressed in Peter’s Midtown hoodie, the same one you had worn just a few months ago.

You thought it would have been funny to switch jackets, knowing your jacket would look funny on him, while you wore Peter’s oversized hoodie. And now here was MJ, wearing the same sweatshirt, while Peter wore her jacket. Have any original ideas, Parker?

“Earth to Y/N.” MJ waved her hand in your face, and you snapped back to the present. “You okay? You zoned out there for a minute.”

“Yeah, sorry. Morgan decided she wanted a sleepover last night, so we just had to build a pillow fort in my room, and that felt fantastic on my back. Almost as great as her practically laying on top of me all night.” You chuckled. “And you know I couldn’t move her, she’s got me wrapped around her finger.”

“And she knows it.” Peter said and you smiled over at him.

“Speaking of Morgan. She’s been asking me all week about if you want to come over sometime this weekend. She’s in a big Lion King phase, and she wants ‘her Petey’ to come have a pajama party with her and have a sing-along. She’s Nala, of course.” Ned snorted and Peter’s face fell.

“I can’t this weekend. MJ and I are having a Glee watch party this weekend, can you believe she’s never seen Glee?” Peter asked and you felt a pang of jealousy in your stomach.

“Oh, really?” You asked. Much like you hadn’t seen it either, until six months ago. “It’s pretty iconic, but also the worst show ever. Singing along is pretty fun, just being annoying. Really fun.” You thought back to when you and Peter were in your room, doing the same thing.

“Don’t stop believing!” Peter stood on your bed, using the remote as a microphone to serenade you. Peter looked at you expectantly, and you rolled your eyes before singing the next line, just as enthusiastically as he did.

“Hold on to the feeling!” Peter cheered and you couldn’t help but laugh at him. “You’re so annoying, Parker.”

“As annoying as this show?”

“Almost.”

“Then I’m not quite done yet.”

“Raincheck next weekend, maybe?” Peter asked and you shrugged.

“I’ll have to check with Madame Secretary. She’ll likely be over The Lion King by next weekend, it’ll be ‘baby stuff.’” Your phone buzzed and you excused yourself before checking the text.

Iron Dad: Hey, kid. Are you busy?

You: A little. Why?

Iron Dad: Pep and I have an emergency meeting for work, and Happy’s sick so he can’t watch Maguna

You: I’m on my way. Give me five to say goodbye

Iron Dad: Thanks, Y/N/N. We owe you one

You: You owe me several. Love you

Iron Dad: Love you tons

“I’m sorry, guys, duty calls.” You smiled, albeit a little sadly, at your friends. “I’ll see you Monday at school?”

“We better. We have a project in chemistry due on Monday.” Ned said and you flipped him off.

“Science is my best class, you know I’ve had the project done and Dr. Banner approved since the project was announced in class.” You winked at Ned before waving at MJ and Peter. “See you later, lovebirds.” You internally cringed when ‘lovebirds’ came out more bitter than you intended. With goodbyes exchanged, you left the ice cream parlor, and you bit back the tears you felt beginning to build up. Did he feel it, too? Did he remember that you did that, too? Was he ever going to tell her all the ‘unique’ things Peter’s done were reused, that you had found them first? You wiped at your eyes before you hailed a taxi, and you shoved all your feelings down to be at your best for your little sister.

--

“Y/N, Y/N, Y/N!” Morgan barreled down the hall when you stepped out of the elevator, and you barely bent down to catch her in time as she collided with you.

“Morgan, Morgan, Morgan!” You scooped your sister up into your arms and peppered her face with kisses until she was laughing, and your mood immediately lifted at the sound. “Where’s Mom and Dad?”

“Mom’s at work, Dad’s in his room. He’s leaving us.” Morgan pouted and you copied her expression.

“Oh, no. You’re stuck with me tonight. Too bad I’m not tall enough to reach the juice pops in the freezer.” You gasped. “Oh, wait. I am!” Morgan thrusted her fist into the air with a cheer, and you set her down. “I need to go talk to Dad real quick, then we can do almost whatever you want.” You emphasized the almost, knowing she’d ask for something you definitely shouldn’t do, then argue that you said ‘anything.’ You definitely saw a career in law for her when she got older.

“Kay-kay. I’ll go get coloring books, then we get juice pops?”

“Deal.” You offered your pinky out, and she linked pinkies with yours before she ran off to her room. You shook your head fondly before you walked off to your dad’s room, and you knocked on his door before coming in. “Dad?”

“Hey, kiddo. Come on in, I’m just packing a few things for Pep.” You walked over to the bag your dad had packed, and you began to inspect everything. “Have I been approved?”

“I think I need a hug before giving approval.” You opened your arms and your dad happily pulled you into his chest, and he held you close, as if he could sense your feelings.

“Are you okay? Do I need to stay?” Tony rubbed your back and rocked you gently, and you buried your face deeper into his chest, your eyes watering and you gripped his shirt tighter, a habit you developed when Tony first took you in- you always grabbed onto him like he was your security blanket, and Tony quickly learned there was no use in getting you to let go until you were ready.

“No, I’m okay.” Your voice was muffled but you made no effort to move yet. “Mom needs you.” You paused. “You’ll be back soon, right?”

“Luckily we’re just headed to the New York headquarters. I hope we’re home by midnight, but I’ll tell you when we find out for sure.” You nodded and let go of your dad, and he brought his hand up to cup your cheek, and he wiped your tears away with his thumb and the action almost made you cry again. “Ben and Jerry’s and sad movies when I get back, or should I get a few punching bags set up in the gym?”

“Ben and Jerry’s.” Tony nodded and pressed a kiss to the top of your head, and you patted his arm, telling him he could continue packing. “ Don’t forget Mom’s favorite lipstick. She always keeps one on her, but you can never be too safe.”

“Lifesaver.” Tony said before he went back to packing.

“I should go check on Morgan, let you finish getting packed.” You said and Tony smiled at you, a softness in his eyes reserved solely for you, Morgan, and Pepper.

“Have I ever told you that you’re the best big sister?”

“I do my best.” You smile back before leaving. Fingers crossed she hadn’t made a mess already.

--

You laid in bed, scrolling through your camera roll with tears streaming down your cheeks. You pressed play on a video and let out a choked sob as you watched. You and Peter were seated at the piano in the living room, and your fingers moved gracefully across the keys, playing one of your favorite songs that Peter had begged you to play for him. The familiar sounds of Billy Joel’s ‘Uptown Girl’ filled your ears, and you sang along as you played. You turned to Peter, nodded at him, and he began to play the same song after you. You hugged him at the end of the song, grinning since he had finally learned it, and you began to play it again, Peter joining you in singing along. Not even that was reserved for you and him anymore, as you had learned recently.

“I didn’t know you played.” You said as MJ took a seat at the piano, Peter seated beside her.

“Oh, I just learned. Peter taught me the one song he knows how to play.” Your heart sank and now Ned was curious.

“What song?” Don’t say it, don’t say it.

“Uptown Girl.” MJ began to play, and you felt your lip begin to tremble. Your song. The one you had taught him. You looked away as Peter quickly pressed a kiss to her cheek after the first chorus, and he whispered something into her ear. You turned to Ned and dove deep into a conversation, refusing to cry in front of them.

You jumped when you heard a knock on your window, and you grabbed the baseball bat you kept by your bed. You would have called for Bucky or Sam, but the pair were off on their own mission. You got out of bed, wiping away your tears, and you walked to the window, bat at the ready. “FRIDAY, who’s getting knocked to next year with my bat?”

“It appears Peter Parker is the one outside your window.” Peter? Of course it was.

“Lights on dim, FRI.” You set the bat down and opened the window, and Peter popped into view. “Peter? What the hell? You almost gave me a heart attack, dude.”

“I’m sorry, I know, sorry. I didn’t plan on coming out here, but I needed to talk to you.” You gestured for Peter to come in, and you suddenly realized how you had to look to him. You were in a shirt you had stolen from Thor- what? His shirt got mixed up with yours, finders keepers. You were in an old pair of sweatpants that were covered in various stains- paint from Morgan, some grease from Tony’s lab, and a bleach mark from where you and Peter were goofing around in the lab and you spilled some mystery chemical on your pants. And let’s not even talk about your puffy eyes and the tear marks on your cheeks from a night of crying.

“About what?” You sat on your bed, eyes not meeting Peter’s.

“About earlier at the ice cream parlor. You seemed really… spaced out. Not yourself. And I caught you scowling once.”

“I didn’t scowl.” You tried to defend yourself but you sighed, knowing he was right.

“And ever since MJ and I started dating, you’ve just seemed different. You’re not, like, jealous, are you?” And you couldn’t help but laugh. Truly laugh, which caused Peter’s brows to furrow. “What’s so funny?”

“You think I’m jealous! Why should I be jealous?” Peter frowned at how you weren’t taking him seriously, and he was confused.

“You know, we had… a thing. Not that we dated, but I mean, we were really close you know.”

“Oh, I know.” Like a switch, your emotions flipped from sad to frustrated in seconds. “And I’m seeing all these ‘things’ we had all over again.” It was Peter’s turn to start getting irritated, and he crossed his arms.

“Oh, really? Like what?”

“Strawberry ice cream at the parlor, you can’t act like we didn’t do that. Trading jackets, we did that shit too. Teaching her piano when I taught you, how do you not get deja vu?” Peter opened his mouth to talk and you held your hand up. “You’ve got a different girl, but there’s nothing new. I discovered those places you take her, I showed you Glee, I taught you the jokes that you tell to her. When are you gonna tell her? She thinks it’s special, but it’s all reused. I know I get deja vu, don’t you?” You had started to cry again, and Peter started to defend himself until FRIDAY spoke.

“Y/N, your father and mother have returned home. You may want to continue this conversation later.” You looked at Peter who wordlessly nodded. He walked to the window, and he paused before he spoke.

“We’ll talk Monday after patrol. Bye, Y/N/N.” You whispered goodbye before he left and you shut the window before you dropped to your knees, letting out broken sobs.

“I get deja vu when she’s with you…”

[stoneworldsimp]

the dying poet

senku x reader

warnings: angst, mentions of food/water deprivation, swearing

day seven.

fuck, fuck, FUCK!

it felt like you had been running for hours, trying to shake this wild animal off. you made sharp turns behind large bushes in hopes of losing it, you’d hold as still as possible behind large roots on the ground, but the animal kept finding you in one way or another.

“please go away,”you panted. “c’mon. you’ve been chasing me fucking forever, can’t you just give up?!”

you were tired; your legs were about to buckle in on themselves. dinner one night was suddenly ruined when you realized the fucker was watching you eat. in the beginning you thought it was only after your food, not you; you threw a random ration away from your camp in hopes to get it away from you. in hindsight, it only worked until you fell asleep.

you were lucky to wake up the next morning alive; your set up had been ripped to shreds, and footprints were on the ground around your body. it was painstakingly slow and nerve wracking to escape your position, but once you had everything you absolutely needed, you booked it.

sprinting for miles after miles proved to be very difficult for quite some time now.

the phone...it’s weighing me down. my bag of food isn’t even half as heavy as the phone.

looking down at the call button in your hand, you thought about tossing the phone. maybe i can fix it.. no, i don’t have any tools, the fucking animal chewed on them like dog bones. is there any way to put the wire back together...?

“FUCK my life!”

you took the phone off your back and threw it to you left, careful not to trip yourself in the process. immediately, you and your body felt the difference. with your new found energy, the run away was becoming easier, and helped you see a large cave just over the horizon. using the last of your energy, you took as large of steps as you can, and practically threw your body into the cave. the animal’s footsteps were nowhere to be heard, but you figured you didn’t want to take any chances and look behind you. you were finally breaking free from being chased, just a little deeper into this cave, and if i can find specific markings then i can backtrack—

a deep, loud rumble took you away from your thoughts. in no time, you were engulfed in dust and thick particles you didn’t know of.

the caved had closed in.

day one.

“i can do it.”

“are you sure? its a pretty perilous trip—“

“you should at least bring one other person with you—“

you sighed, exasperated that you had to defend your case once again. it had been days since the decision was made; you were going to make a trip to another part of the island in hopes to find extremely specific materials for one of senku’s projects... and it was far, far away.

quite frankly, you were the only one fit for the adventure. you were known to travel well on foot, had an exceptional sense of direction and you had a good eye for natural elements, as well as food; you also were unintentionally the least helpful when staying in the village. you didn’t have the crafting skills to successfully make glass or metal components for his experiments, and you never trusted your brain when helping senku with calculations and blueprints.

hearing senku and gen talk about this long trip to another part of the island was almost a dream come true. it was perfect for someone with your skillset, and kept you from being in the way of everybody else.

“it’ll be fine. c’mon, you guys have SOME faith in our traveler, right?”

you turned around, a smile on your face as you caught senku walking out of his lab. thank you, you mouthed.

once senku reached you and the group of villagers crowding near you, he spoke up again. “this trip is a straight shot from the bridge, the only problem would be that it’s going to take some time. possibly a month just to get there. but you,” he turned to face you,”have excellent outdoorsy-type skills that will make it really easy for you to spot what we need right away. everyone needs to stop worrying, because you’ll be there and back in no time. two months will pass like nothing.”

as the rest of the group walked away, mumbling their skepticisms, senku took your hand and tugged you back to the lab.

“what’re you taking me here for? oh wait,”you planted your feet at the front of the lab curtains, keeping the both of you from entering. “are you making me help you with your math again? because—”

“no, you’re pretty terrible at calculations,”he replied. “i have something for you.”

you puffed out your cheeks in embarrassment, but your expression completely changed once the curtain was opened.

on the table, there was a telephone. if was the size of a backpack, but it still had a speaker, a microphone, and a call button.

“i made it for you to take on the trip, in case you have any emergencies. i fully trust you in your own survival skills, but you never know if something extreme happens.”

you gave his hand a squeeze before letting go. as you walked closer to the table, you touched the outer fabric. you turned back to senku. “thank you.”

“you don’t have to thank me. i’m only making something that’s essential to your travels.”

“even still,” you trailed off. “i appreciate it.”

you turned back around and beamed at senku. “i’m not going to call you until i get there. i want to make sure that no enemies try to tail me if they hear me, as much as i’d want to give in right away and hear your voice. something like that...”

“how corny.” senku smiled and pulled you close while you laughed. you jumped a bit when his hands made their way around your waist.

“a bit touchy today,” you asked, grabbing hold of his shoulders. “but i’m not complaining.”

“i’m stockpiling the feeling of you for the weeks to come. we’ve never spent this much time apart before; it’s only logical.”

“i guess you’re right.”

he kissed you, multiple times; each one was deeper than the last.

day eleven.

he brought me a flower every morning, because i always slept in later than him. he’d wake up at the asscrack of dawn, just to have more time to jot ideas down. i used to try and pull him back to sleep with me, but he was so overflowing with plans, i didn’t want to stop him.

you turned on your side.

i remember he went to explore with chrome really early one morning, and apparently they found some huge meadow with a bunch of plants. ever since then, he would bring me a different kind; it was always a single flower, too. they were different colors and shapes, and some were enormous and some were smaller than my finger. he never woke me up for it, though. he would just leave it for me when i woke up on my own. it was always a surprise, almost startling when i’d open my eyes. it was my own pick-me-up for the day, in a sense.. no matter what happened the night before, waking up to a new type of flower would put me in a good mood every time. it was better than a coffee in the morning.

i wonder if he’s looking at the flowers with chrome everyday while i’m gone. man, i still wake up hoping to see a new one in front of me.

sure, reminiscing was fun and felt good, but what’s the point? you had eaten all of your food approximately two days ago, you only had about a teaspoon of water left, and there was no getting out of there. the way you came in had been covered in a dam of rocks. you couldn’t even dig yourself out.

you furiously wiped the tears that fell from your eyes. “senku...why did i think i could go alone?”

day fifteen.

poke, poke—

something was touching you. no, someone was touching you. your head bobbed side to side, in an attempt to shake them off.

damn, that’s persistent.

opening your eyes, you woke up to senku smiling. he was knelt beside your form. “wake up, sleeping beauty! it’s been almost three hours.”

it’s only been three hours?!

you sat up way too fast, and felt lightheaded as you tried to ask,”but...why didn’t you.. wake me up earlier? did everybody...did everyone eat already?”

he laughed. “yeah, sorry. we all thought you were out doing something with chrome. but,” he turned around, to grab something behind him,”i saved some in case you got hungry when you came back.”

you took the food in a dizzy haze. was it even food? you didn’t care too much, it felt like you hadn’t eaten for a long time. any food at this point was good food.

you couldn’t even swallow the first bite. “do you- is there..any water?”

“what?” senku pulled away from you, a look of disbelief painted across his face. it was clear as day.

you hesitated, feeling more lightheaded than before. “w- water?”

“don’t you remember?” he asked. he turned away from you. “there hasn’t been any water in days.”

it’s been days.

your body jolted from its spot, and harsh reality hit you square in the face.

yes, right. you shakily rubbed your eyes to make sure they weren’t cemented shut.

in the cave, finished your food, no water to be found. making yourself walk around was no use, either; without the fuel, your body was essentially just a trembling mess.

you scowled at yourself; unsure of what to do, what to even think.

day eighteen.

you remembered how he kissed you. the first kisses the most; you always had to tell him to not look so terrified. you also had to remind him to not stand like a statue when you kissed. pretty soon, after some reassurance, he got comfortable. there was nothing but confidence in the way he caressed your face in his hands. usually he was the one to pull away; you were so mesmerized, it felt as if the world completely stopped.

they were always quick and out of the way in public. usually, it was on your forehead or your one of your cheeks. the deep kisses you felt when you two were alone were incomparable. soft lips remained on yours for what felt like centuries. he tasted sweet, in his own way—

wait, who?

you licked your lips slowly, trying to think.

it was no use; you couldn’t even remember what he looked like. you lolled your head to the side and stared at the outline of a rock a couple of feet away.

once i get out of here, i’ll kiss him. whoever it was. it won’t matter if it’s just us, or more people. i’ll kiss him forever.

maybe if i go to sleep.. i can see him again.

[honeykept]

for @ickyv29​ ‘s prompt: Claire taking Jack out of the bunker so Cas and Dean can set up a surprise party? Chaos ensues. 

here you go !! jack looks like he’s in his teens for this one, but he did that just to hang out w claire god bles <3 also falls into transnatural,, you’ll see why (^:

It’s always spooky seeing Jack age up in front of her very eyes. One second he’s practically just a step up from a toddler, and the next, Jack is taller than Claire and wearing the exact same goofy smile on his face.

She supposes the one good thing that comes out of it is that none of them have to guess at what he’ll look like in the future when he’s older. He still looks just the same as he does when he’s three feet tall or whatever, except that maybe he seems a little calmer, and Claire feels a little more comfortable talking to him as if they’re friends rather than...half...step...siblings? 

Which is why she agrees to take care of him for the day, with the intention of showing him her favorite “grown up” spots, though she promises Dean that everything they’re doing will be kosher.

It’s not.

“Okay Jack,” Claire claps a hand on his shoulder, much sturdier than the one she’s used to poking at when they’re playing with legos on the Bunker floor. “Are you ready to be a big kid now?”

He nods fervently and she smiles, pulling a little on his shirt sleeve so that he’ll follow her into the mall.

The grown up spots she intends to take Jack to are mild, at best. She just thinks he should be able to get the full teenage experience, even if she never really did, and he isn’t really a teen. 

The first place they stop at is Claire’s, rightfully so. Jack, like everyone else she has ever known, points at the sign and nudges her. She expects the usual comment about “they named you after the store,” but instead he says, “They named the store after you,” and she nods her head in agreement.

“Sure did,” she says, “how do you feel about getting your ears pierced?”

They step inside, and Jack takes in all the rows of merchandise. “Pierced? Won’t Dad and Dee and Sam get mad?” 

Claire shrugs, watching Jack’s eyes light up when he sees the over-the-top girly accessories. “No big deal, you can always just heal the holes right up with your super powers, can’t you?” 

She calls Jack’s nephil magic “super powers” to please him, under the guise that it makes more sense to passerby if she’s talking to a four year old about super powers rather than angel mojo. 

It does the job, so he agrees, and the next thing she knows, they’re walking out of Claire’s with a bag full of flowery headwear and Jack’s two pierced ears.

Claire would be lying if she said her heart wasn’t racing thinking about the potential lecture she’d receive from Jack’s dads. But it was worth it to see Jack look at her like she hung the moon, a hand constantly raising to touch tentatively at his ears. 

“Next up,” she announces, “mani-pedis.”

“What’s that?”

Claire holds out her hand, chipped with black nail polish. “Nail painting. You’re gonna love it.”

She’s not really the type to get a manicure—in fact, Claire’s probably only had one in her life when she was like eight—but half of these (all of these) activities are more so to cater to Jack on his birthday, and the stuff he’d enjoy (and also whatever would piss off Dean the most).

And she’s right—Jack loves the little foot bath with the fancy water jets, and giggles the whole time the lady is scrubbing at his feet and nails. He enthusiastically asks for rainbow colors (a different color on each finger and toe), and Claire has to explain that he’s gotta wait patiently for them to dry or else they’ll get messed up.

“Do you like the rainbows?” Jack asks, showing them to her when they leave. She gets a feeling there’s a certain importance to the question that she’s missing, but she nods and gives him a careful fist bump. “Rainbows are sick,” she says.

“Sick,” Jack repeats, “that’s not good. Do they need medicine? What do they have?”

Claire snorts and waves him off, “No, dummy. Sick like...’cool.’”

“Ohhh,” Jack visually internalizes that thought for safekeeping, “sick.”

Claire checks her phone while they stuff their faces with mall pizza, quickly answering Kaia’s messages with a smile, assuring Jody that all is well, and sending Dean snarky comments about their surprise party taking forever to set up.

She sets her phone down to pay attention to Jack again, only to find him staring at her already, a contemplative look in his face.

“Uh...do I have food on my face or something?”

Jack shakes his head. “I had a...question.”

Oh. She leans her elbows on the table, crossing her forearms. “Okay, shoot.”

“You like girls,” he starts, and she hides an amused smirk, “and Dad and Dee like each other...but. I don’t like anybody yet because I’m not old enough and I don’t know anyone my age.”

You’re also a four year old half-angel being that’s presenting like he’s eighteen, she wants to supply, but Claire only shrugs. “You don’t gotta like anybody kiddo. Sometimes people just want friends, and that’s fine.”

He nods seriously, eyebrows furrowed. “Okay. But what about... me?”

“What about you?”

“Well I’m...I like boy things,” he says, “but I like girl things too. Does that mean I’m like Dee?”

“Bisexual?” Claire supplies, and then scrunches her face up a little, “like you said, bud, I think you’re too young to tell--”

“I know,” he chirps, and then studies his nails. “I don’t mean like that. I mean...I like those things... for me. Like, tutus and capes and man-ee-cures, and cowboy hats.”

Claire takes a second to think it over, and then it all clicks. “Oh! You mean your gender, right?”

“I think so,” he says. 

“Well all that stuff you listed has to do with gender expression. And really, anyone can dress or look however they want, regardless of pronouns or orientation. But...put it this way, would it make you feel better if people referred to you as ‘she’ and ‘her?’“

Jack shakes his head. “No...”

“Do you like ‘he’ and ‘him’?” A nod. “What about ‘they’ and ‘them’?” There’s a pause, Jack mulling it over, before he nods.

“Is it okay to have more than one?” 

“Totally okay.”

“Then yes,” they sit straighter, “I like both.”

“Cool,” Claire smiles, holding up a fist for another fist bump. Jack knocks their knuckles against hers. 

“Sick,” he agrees. 

Just then her phone starts to buzz, lighting up with a text from Cas that says ‘we’re done. you can come back now (:’ 

She looks back up at Jack with their pierced ears and rainbow nail polish.

“On second thought,” she says, standing and offering her hand, “I think they’ll love it.”

[zodiyack]

Smile

Pairing: Thomas Shelby x Female!Reader

Warnings: Cuteness?, fluff, swearing, no proofreading

Words: 2,191

Summary: A cold winter’s night gives Tommy inspiration to go for the woman he desires. After all, what gentleman would let a lady walk home in the teeth chattering cold?

Taglist: @matth1w, @redspaceace-writes, @captivatedbycillianmurphy​, @stydia-4-ever​, @simonsbluee​, @marquelapage​, @stuckysslag​, @darling-i-read-it​, @psychkunox​, @peakyxtommy​, @jenepleurepasbaby​, @thewarriorprincessxo​, @sebastianstanslefteyebrow​, @fandom-puff​

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The woman who worked with his family, sitting at the front of the betting shop despite being someone who should never have to see what horrors the Shelbys have. She was the one Tommy dreamt of the few times he’d actually been able to sleep. His heart thundered as he passed her, waving a hand with a kind and welcoming smile, a genuine one at that. His family could tease him all they’d like, but Y/n L/n had stolen Thomas’ heart and he was perfectly fine with that.

However, he wasn’t the best at telling her so. He could talk to her just fine but telling her he fancied her... Y/n was far too innocent. Sure, she wasn’t literally innocent but he couldn’t bear to bring her into the shit-show disguised as “family-business”. The smile she returned to him every time he passed her only reminded him of that.

“Mr. Shelby? You-” His head perked up, expression of deep thought washing away at the sound of her soft voice. Oh, her beautiful voice. It serenaded him without either of the two even realizing it.

“Again, please Y/n, call me Tommy.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes,” he let out a small chuckle, “I promise. Now, what about me?”

“Um... Oh! Yes! You have a visitor. I assume it’s about some Peaky Business so I told them I’d get you.”

Tommy nodded. “Thank you, Y/n.” His eyes had been fixated on her long enough to notice more about her appearance than he had a  The pink on the tip of her nose, the slightest hue of blue on her lips. “Y/n...come here please.”

“Alright...” She did as she was told. A small nervous feeling bounced around in her gut, alarm bells ringing. Tommy was hard to read, but the request scared her more. Ada was the one who got her the job, Tommy was the one who let her keep the job. Was he having second thoughts?

Before another worrying thought could make its way to her head, Tommy swung his coat over Y/n’s shoulders. A little sigh of relief, yet also a gasp of surprise, escaped Y/n’s lips as the coat began to envelope her in its warmth. Caught in the moment, her eyes flicked to Tommy’s, his to hers. They just stared. And yet, neither of them minded.

His face... It was like a Greek god, or an angel maybe? So imperfectly perfect.

That’s what he was.

She thought about his smile, not currently visible, but always on her mind. It looked so handsome, so charming, and, dare she say, pretty. His smile brought hers to her face. Even if it was hiding in the pits of the darkest, deepest, smallest hiding place on a bad day, his own called hers to the surface almost instantly.

The beautiful blue of Tommy’s orbs, like sapphires sparkling in the light that bounced off them or a mad ocean; the rage secretly a symphony as each wave crashed and washed away, a symphony only those who stopped to listen, actually listen, could hear. She had so many words and ways to describe the almost child-like look in his eyes, full of a hidden innocence ironically enough, but a knock at the door tore them away from her before they even reached her mouth.

 “Mr. Shelby? If you and your...uh...friend are done here, I have some business to talk with you.” The man was impatient. Luckily, his scare drew an instant reaction from Y/n. She had hurriedly turned around to face the guest with a flushed expression across her face the moment the door swung open. With her attention elsewhere, she missed the wince the man elicited from Tommy when he called Y/n his “friend”.

“Yes. We’re done. Y/n, you may go back to your work now.” He excused her with the same lift of his lips he’d always given her, only this time, the corners of his mouth were a little higher, a little closer to his eyes. This was progress.

A thin sheet of snow, white as angel’s wings, cloaked Small Heath. The waters were slick with ice. The cold wrapped its arms round Birmingham, Mother Nature hoping to warm her children and herself regardless of her cold skin. It nipped at the tips of noses like she was booping her finger against them in attempt to draw a smile from her shivering children.

Tommy cursed to himself. It felt so much colder than it did at the start of the day- one person on his mind upon the realization. Y/n had left a little prior to Thomas, just like she did every other day. Her reddened nose, her trembling lips as her teeth subtly and silently chattered, her fragile form even more so with her arms wrapped around her and Tommy’s coat in attempt to gain warmth. The images never seemed to leave his brain, especially not when she returned his coat.

He began to walk home, still focused on Y/n. Pondering up a variety of situations, good and bad, he tried to reassure himself. Constant anxiety was not new for Tommy. He worried for his family, for his friends- for Y/n... Too much was on his mind but he couldn’t seem to shake any of it off.

Although he was looking straight ahead- looking where he was going, he wasn’t entirely paying attention. A grunt slipped from his throat as he walked into someone, knocking them over and causing him to stumble. Normally, he’d just tell them to watch it, but as he regained focus on what’s in front of him rather than what’s been bothering him, he paused.

She too was surprised, having literally been knocked off her feet by none other than Thomas fucking Shelby. Her head jerked upwards to see who had walked into her, a similar intensity as Tommy’s. But she softened as well, untensing when his face, those baby blue gems, came into her view. He looked so puzzled, so...guilty.

“Fuck!” He was quick to drop the ground and help her up, checking her for any form of injury. “Are you alright, Y/n?”

“Yes, I’m fine. Are you alright? You look frightened-”

“I wasn’t paying any attention to my surroundings, I must’ve walked right into you. You know I didn’t mean for that to happen, love? It was purely on accident. Is there any way I can make it up to you? Anything at all?”

“Tommy. It’s alright.” The way she said his name was comforting. Her voice was soothing as usual. Her hand came to his upper arm, a relaxed and friendly grip. She gave him a squeeze, letting him know she meant it, that she was serious. “But, before I answer your second question, please, answer mine.”

Thomas was ready to ignore her, lips already parting to ask her again, but the sincerity of her concerned demeanor crumbled the facade he’d put up. He released a heavy sigh, closing his eyes and shaking his head. “I’m just- ...worried.” It took a lot for him to admit some things, but the feeling of relief that surged through him after he told her...it felt like she took the burden from his shoulders.

“About what?”

He looked around for a minute and then suddenly stopped. Now that he thought about it, they weren’t that far from his place. He looked back to her. Her form was just as cold as it was this morning, the color of her lips had darkened, likely from longer time in colder weather.

“How about this. You come with me, to my place, we warm you up, get you a cup of tea, and then I’ll tell you.”

“W-what? No, Tom, you don’t have to-” There it was again. His name. She was like a siren, luring Thomas Michael Shelby, the helpless sailor, his name entwined with her voice- her melody. Her form did not change, as it was her he desired most.

“No, I do. I’m the reason you were on the ground, I’m the reason you’re covered in snow, but I’ll be damned if I become the reason you freeze to death out here.”

“I won’t-”

“You live quite some distance away,” his final attempt, a pleading sigh to mark it as so, and he was determined to make it a strong one, “...at least let me drive you home.”

She looked to be in serious contemplation of his offer, biting her lip and rocking back in forth to collect some warmth from movement before she returned her eyes to his. “...Fine.”

“I’d still like to get you warmed up though, so you can’t turn me down about that, yeah?”

The air escaping her parted lips could just barely be seen. Huddled by the fire, wrapped in Tommy’s sheets with a mug in her hands resting close to her face, the sinister chill was retreating from her body. Tommy felt his heart speed as he watched her. It felt...right. It felt right to have her be safe and warm, just as it felt right to have her there, with him.

Though a number of feelings were checked as “right”, there was a rather large one that didn’t. There was a feeling that wasn’t right, that hadn’t been satiated. His feelings for her poked at him, urging him to kiss her, hug her, ask her, to do something! Anything!

“You going to tell me what was on your mind, or was that just a trick to get me to accept your ride home, Mr. Shelby?” The grin that was present on her lips could be practically be heard as she asked the question.

“Not a trick, I promise.” His chuckle brought a chortle to Y/n’s mouth. He walked to the fire, sitting beside her. “I’ll tell you. But first...you have to promise me something.”

“Yes, anything.”

“Promise me that you won’t go spreading my business where it doesn’t need to be.” He took a deep inhale, exhaling it as he prepared to speak his next request involving her reaction. “And promise me this won’t affect our relationship.”

Her brows furrowed in confusion. “...I-...  I promise, but, ...I don’t understand how it could make a change between us?”

“It just...” He lifted his hands, scanning his brain for the right words. His hands dropped, making a small sound as they hit his thighs, the sound hidden only slightly by his sigh. “It just can.”

“How so? I mean, surely it’s-”

“I was worried about you.”

“O-oh? Thank you, that’s very-”  She didn’t understand. But how could he blame her with her lack of context?

“No. I was worried about you because I seem...” a pause to get it out. “I seem to have fallen in love with you.” He looked into the fire with an intensity. He looked at it as if looking at her would make him crumble on the spot. The moments passing by without any response from her made the fire so much more entertaining. Tommy Shelby couldn’t be scared by much, he’d already been through war, but this? It scared him.

A part of him wanted to look at her, see the reaction just in case it was just a lack of verbal response...but another part didn’t want to face the disappointment. Y/n was a nice woman and Tommy could never bring himself to hate her. Losing her would be hard, but seeing her at work would be harder. Tearing her from the job she cherished would be harder. He couldn’t do that to her.

Luckily, “Your eyes are so pretty...” he didn’t have to. “Your eyes, your smile-  everything about you has the stars jealous of its beauty. Personally, I wondered if our lips would meet. Today, in your office. It took everything in me not to surge forward, taste your lips on mine.” She snickered lightly, “Excuse my bluntness.”

“I like your bluntness. I only wish I’d been gifted with it.” He joined in, turning to face her, finally. He took a moment to admire the way her features looked in the orangey light from the fire. His eyes, observing her face with great interest, traveled to her lips before flicking back up to hers.

“Is that so?... Well, Tommy, now’s a good time to be blunt.”

“Pardon?”

She’d seen it. Fixated, just like him, on his eyes, specifically. “If you want to kiss me, just say so.” She’d caught him, easily with how entranced they both were.

He thought to himself. What’s blunter than saying he wanted to kiss her?

It happened in one swift motion. One second she was giving him a smug quirk of her brow, the next, her lips her locked with his. They pulled away, slowly and hesitatingly. “That was...as blunt as I could be.”

A laugh erupted from her. The sound sweeter than the songbirds. Then, Tommy smiled. Even if he wouldn’t be her target, in a boat on a restless sea, he knew, without a single doubt, that he’d go to her willingly. In fact, he did. And upon reaching the siren, perched on a sturdy ledge-like-rock, he realized she meant no harm. Tommy smiled. The smile reached his eyes.

[rreyie]

𝙩𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚 𝙩𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧- 𝙖𝙤𝙩 𝙨𝙢𝙪𝙩

𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮: niccolo calls you down to the kitchen to ask you to sample a new kind of meat. i think you know where this is going.

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: smut! oral sex (both receiving), fem! reader, unedited work, kinda short lmao

𝙜𝙚𝙣𝙧𝙚: smut/nsfw

𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨: niccolo, reader insert

𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚: there’s literally no stories with niccolo on here and that upsets me.... well i am now here to turn that around 😏 i was debating if instead of the reader i would put sasha but i think i’m better at character x reader than character x character

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you entered the spacious kitchen niccolo owned, as the scent of fresh bread wafted around the room. the scent was inhaled through your nose, mouth watering as you could practically taste it.

niccolo was leaning against the counter, wavy blonde hair parted in the middle as his apron was tied unusually tightly around him. flour was dusted along the red apron, creating small white patches on the fabric.

“what are you doing up at this hour?” you asked. “an even better question, why do you want me down here at 11:30 at night?” you referred to the note that he had left on your bed, asking you to report to the kitchen to taste something he had made.

“well if you’re here then you already know”, he responded. his hazel eyes nervously looked around the room as he desperately tried to think of something to say without being awkward. “i was wondering if you could help me taste a special kind of meat i cooked up.” he gulped.

your eyes lit up. “really? then why don’t you want anyone else down here tonight? why only me?”

niccolos cheeks turned a bit red. “because this meat is reserved for you.”

what the fuck does he mean, meat only reserved for me? you ask yourself.

well, your question was answered as soon as you noticed a bump form in the area between niccolos legs, covered by the fabric. his print showed, eager for attention.

your face turns red like a ripe tomato. you also notice that his arms and legs were bare, indicating that he wasn’t wearing anything underneath that apron.

“w-why aren’t you wearing anything underneath that?” you ask him.

“well, i asked you to taste some meat, didn’t i?” he asked. he walks over to you, and cups your cheek. his print presses against your stomach, feeling the bulge harden upon contact.

he presses his lips against yours, swirling his tongue around your mouth, admiring the pleasant taste that was on your lips. you kiss him back, feeling his lips that were softer than butter itself.

“ready to be my taste tester, y/n?”

“i’d love to.”

niccolo fiddled with the straps that tied arond his wast and neck, the apron promptly falling to his knees.

your eyes immediately fall upon what’s in between his legs. he’s already hard, the tip a flushed pink and his shaft a pale peach color. niccolo smirks as he watches you observe his dick.

“like what you see?” he asks as he pulls you closer to him again. you nod, and niccolo grabs your chin.

“good, now start tasting.”

he shoves you downwards, falling on your knees as he looks down on you expectantly.

your hand moves to his cock, and wraps around it as you feel the stiff and soft flesh that your hand is currently enveloping. you had no idea how niccolo’s dick was that soft.

another thing you began to question was how you were going to fit his fat cock in your mouth. he had to be at least 8 inches, with some pretty outstanding girth.

you move your hand up and down loosely as you feel niccolo twitch, and let out a groan.

you create a bit of saliva in your mouth and spit on his cock, and use both hands to rub it up and down his shaft so your hands could glide a bit easier.

after jerking him for a bit of time, a little bit of pre cum begins to form at his tip that has went from pink to red. you press your thumb over his tip and give it a gentle rub. a small gasp escapes from his throat as you rub his tip a few more times.

eventually, you guide his swollen cock into your mouth, giving it a few kitten licks on the way in. you begin to bob your head, feeling his shaft against the slick walls of your mouth.

“h-holy shit...” niccolo stammers. “just like that, please... oh my god...”

you give him a grin as you look up at him with doe eyes, trying to look as innocent as you possibly can.

as niccolo looked back into your eyes, he couldn’t help but buck his sturdy hips, shoving his cock further into the back of your throat. you gag, unprepared for that amount of impact.

“shit, sorry”, he says as you cough. “did that hurt?”

“no, i’m fine”, you say. “actually, it’s fine if you do that, it’s... kind of hot. face fuck me if you want to-“

niccolo doesn’t need another word. he thrusts his hips into your mouth, earning a muffled moan from you. he fills your poor mouth up to the brim, fat cock taking up every inch of space in your mouth. the tip of him repeatedly hits the back of your throat as your toes curl.

“you feel... so- good...” he stutters, as he continues to face fuck you mercilessly, at this point not caring if he’s making you gag or choke on him. “y-you’re gonna make me cum...”

you would respond, but as much as you wanted to, you couldn’t. you wouldn’t dare pull away from him as he’s so close. you only hum in response, the hum sounding a bit more like a moan. this pushes him further to the edge as adrenaline rushes through his veins.

his thrusts turn sloppy as he come closer to the end, numerous grunts coming from his mouth.

“ah- oh my go- ngh! i’m gonna- ahh...” he groans raspily as he cries your name one last time before releasing his load into your mouth. your mouth is now filled with both niccolos cock and his thick cum.

he pulls out, dick now coated in a mixture of saliva and his own cum. no matter how hard you try, you just couldn’t swallow it all down. a bit of cum spills out of your mouth as you force it down your throat.

niccolos breath softens as he looks you in the eyes.

“you’re a natural, eh?” he asks you.

“if that’s what you want to call it”, you reply.

he chuckled. “guess i should return the favor now, i’m just not sure if i’m as good as you.”

(breaking news! he’s wrong. very, very wrong.)

“that... would be nice.”

he lifts you up onto the counter as the cold surface is felt on your ass. niccolo is quick to pull down your pants, afterwards, the white blouse that you’re wearing is quickly discarded onto the floor. at this point, you’re clad in only your bra and panties.

niccolo pushes your legs apart, and pushes your panties, soaked in your arousal, aside. his eyes widen as he stares at your womanhood.

“you’re wet...” he says. “did i really make you that turned on?”

you nod. he makes quick work of his tongue as he places it in between your slick folds, eventuallly sliding it in your hole.

“ni-niccolo!” you gasp. he looks up at you with his hazel orbs, blonde hair all in his face. he gives you a smug smile, and speeds up his pace.

his tongue approaches your clit and gives it a little flick or two, and circles his tongue over the sensitive bundle of nerves. your legs buckle from the pleasure.

his tongue dives into your folds again and licks every fold you have, savoring the taste you provide him. eventually, his tongue once again plunged into your hole, sliding in and out repeatedly.

you tug his blonde locks as he goes in deeper and deeper, and the burn in your stomach turns into a fire. your legs twitch uncontrollably as you feel yourself nearing your end.

you whine as you feel the fire in your stomach take over your entire body, the sensation taking over you as you come on niccolos face. a sting of moans escapes from your mouth, crying out for niccolo to keep going and to help you through the orgasm. you feel your juices sliding down your pussy as niccolo laps them up like a kitten.

“you tasted wonderful”, he said. leaning against you on the cold granite counter, he kisses you again so you can taste yourself on his tongue. something pokes at your thigh, and as you look down, niccolo is already hard again.

“dammit”, he scoffs. “got a boner again. up for round two?”

giggling, you get on your knees once again and help him take care of his little problem.

[moistmailman]

New Vegas AU

*A sweaty and slightly panting Pyrrha walks into highway 188*

Pyrrha: *looking at the Strip in the distance, the Lucky 38’s tower lighting up in the sky like a beacon*

Pyrrha, mumbling to herself while grazing her bullet hole scar: So that’s where the bowler hat guy is......wow.

Yang, from behind: You know, for a girl covered in grime and blood, you don’t half to bad.

Pyrrha, turning: Eh?

*Pyrrha turns and faces a tall buxom blond in raggedly clothes while sporting a powerfist and an equally as powerful smirk*

Pyrrha: *looks around confusingly before looking at the blond and pointing to herself for confirmation*

Yang: Yeah I’m talking to you hotstuff, who else would I be talking to? *winks*

Pyrrha, blushing: O-oh, u-uhm. R-right.

Yang, giggling: Relax, hotstuff. I’m just goofing around. So where did the wind blow you from?

Pyrrha, instinctively: The grave.

Yang, eyes widening: Oh shit. *whistles* Damn. Well if that’s how you look fresh out of the grave then I can’t imagine how you look freshen up.

Pyrrha: *slightly blushes again*

Yang, extending her hand: Name’s Yang.

Pyrrha, shaking her hand: Pyrrha, pleasure.

Yang, smirking: Pleasure’s all mine. So where ya heading?

Pyrrha: *points behind her with her thumb towards the strip*

Yang, whistling: Ah, well good luck with that then.

Pyrrha, tilting her head: What do you mean?

Yang: Only the highly privileged individuals get to go there. Or NCR troops who were lucky enough to be stationed in the place where they can gamble and fuck all they want while forgetting all about the poor people that surrounds their city. The strip is like a lone diamond that’s engulfed by a pile of shit called freeside.

Pyrrha: So it’s hard to get in?

Yang: It’s not if you have the caps for it. And don’t even think about sneaking in, unless you want to be filled with more bullets than blood. *snorts* Pretty sure the amount of money they spend on bullets for intruder is the same amount of the admission fee. Privileged assholes.

Pyrrha, frowning: Well shoot. I really gotta get in there though.

Yang: Don’t worry about it. They’re other casinos in freeside. They’re just not as fancy. And the chances of getting stabbed is much higher as well.

Pyrrha: No, that’s not the reason why I need to get in there.

Yang: Oh. You’re looking for escorts then? Again, there are plenty at free—

Pyrrha, blushing: W-What?! N-no, not that either! I-I— I have private matters to attend to!

Yang, smirking and raising eyebrow: Private, huh?

Pyrrha, blushing more: Not THAT kinda private.

Yang, raising hands up in a feign surrendering: Okay Okay Okay. If you say so.

Pyrrha: *frowns and pout*

Yang: So what IS your business with the strip then?

Pyrrha: I gotta meet someone there.

Yang: Is that someone happen to be a friend? Or girlfriend?*internally* Say no.

Pyrrha: Huh? OH, no! Heavens no. Complete opposite actually.

Yang: Okay good.

Pyrrha: Good?

Yang: I-I mean, bad! Or inconvenient! But not good! Obviously not good! *awkwardly chuckles*

Pyrrha:.......oookay?

Yang, clearing her throat: Anyway. How about I tag along with you?

Pyrrha: Pardon?

Yang: Me and you? To the strip. I’ll come with you on the journey.

Pyrrha: Why?

Yang, smiling: Would you believe that I’m a sucker for pretty girls?

Pyrrha, blushing: Erm...

Yang, smiling: And also, believe it or not, but you’re the first person I’ve seen here that actually looks like they can take care of themselves, especially since you already had a one foot in the grave and survived. You gotta be one tough bitch to kill.

Pyrrha: Oh, well uhm....thank you, I think?

Yang, smiling: You’re welcome. No offense to anyone else but everyone here looks like they might piss themselves to the sight of a mole rat. So it’s about time I find someone like you to travel with.

Pyrrha: Don’t you have a family here though? Or friends at least?

Yang: Friends? No. A family? Yes. Just not here though. They’re currently cooped up in a hole.

Pyrrha, raising an eyebrow: What?

Yang: Nothing. Rather not bore you with the details. So what do you say? I could be your guide for the Mojave, since you’re obviously not from here.

Pyrrha, self consciously: Is it really that obviously?

Yang: Well speaking on how you stared at Ozpin’s tower like a tourist with stars in her eyes, yes. You practically scream ‘out of my element’

Pyrrha: Okay. I’ll keep that noted then. Anywho, sure. You can tag along I guess.

Yang: Really?

Pyrrha: Yeah. I mean, i could use the guide. When I first woke up I got so much information dumped on me that it hurt my brain more than the bullet did.

Yang, choking: WAIT YOU GOT SHOT IN THE HEAD?!

Pyrrha: O-oh. You didn’t know that? I thought I told you.

Yang: No, you told me you almost died! I was expecting from getting shot or stabbed in the gut or something. Not a damn bullet to the head!

Pyrrha, awkwardly chuckling: Yeah. Kinda hard to believe myself.

Yang: Can’t tell if you’re extremely unlucky for getting shot in the first place, or extremely lucky for surviving it and being able to have coherent thoughts afterwards.

Pyrrha, almost proudly: The doctor who patched me did say it was a wonder the bullet didn’t bounce out my brain on it’s own terms with my luck.

Yang: Well color me impress them. I should keep your close with that knowledge, hot stuff. You can be my own personal luck charm. *winks*

Pyrrha, blushing: A-Anyway. Is there a place I can rest? I rather get some water and a good nights sleep before getting back in the scorching Mojave again.

Yang: Sure, let me show you around. Come on.

[its-kall-the-clown]

14 Fluff for Red Son realizing he's nursing a crush on MK

As some context this is post redemption for the demon bull family. So Mei, MK, and Red hang out a lot together now. Red Son is also an idiot. XD

Also this isn’t my most polished work so sorry if it feels rushed.

prompt list

Stop that!! (Don't stop)

Rating: PG-13 for implied sexual interactions

"I think I'm sick"

Red Son admits to the ceiling of Mei's room. They were hanging out like they normally did on days MK was training with monkey king. She was playing some sort of retro video game and he was watching till he got bored and lay on her bed thinking.

"You got a tummy ache?" Mei teased, pausing her game and he huffs rolling his eyes, and sits up.

"Don't be ridiculous" he huffs out and crosses his arms over his chest.

"Okayyyy so what're the symptoms." Mei crawls from her spot on the floor and joins him in bed, sitting crisscrossed with her hand in her lap, and leaning forward eagerly.

"It's hard to explain… sometimes when MK is gone my chest hurts " he places a hand over his heart that was beating normally at the moment.

"And sometimes, when he's around, my hands get sweaty and it feels like I'm gonna throw up and…." He watches a wide unlearning Cheshire grin grow across his friend's face. He continues on, albeit, a bit more hesitantly.

"And….sometimes I can't talk right, and sometimes when he IS around my chest hurts also?" Mei was grinning so wide she was more teeth than she was girl.

"Why are you smiling…."

"OMFG!!?? You have a crush on Mk?!!!" She squeaks excitedly and rolls around in her back as she descends into what Red can only describe as absolute madness.

"What are you talking about??!" He sputters, Mei giggles a bit longer before finally pulling together and greeting him with a wide grin.

"Dude. Your like SO gay for him. 'My HeARt hUrTs WhEn hE’s not arOuNdddd~ " she mocks him in a fake tone and he growls hitting her with a pillow..

"Stop that!" He growls.

"SToP ThAt~" she mocks back and they devolve into a pillow fight on her bed. He girns when he hits her smug face squarely with a dragon stuffie.

Soon they lay panting on her bed and the dragon girl rolls onto her stomach poking him in the face.

"So. Crushing in MK huh?"

He grows beat red again and pulls a pillow into his face and groans.

"You should tell him."

Red son sits up with a smile.

"I should!"

"Yes!!"

"So I can tell him to stop making me sick!"

"Say what now?"

He turns to Mei with a feral smile. This 'crush' or whatever she called it could be fixed. If MK was the one giving it to him. He just needed MK to stop doing...whatever he was doing to make him feel like this.

"Hold on I think you are conf-"

"Thanks Mei!" He gets up and is off to confront the noodle boy as he hears Mei shout at him from her room.

"You're a fucking idiot!!!"

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He storms forward like a typhoon. Red son is a force of nature that can not be stopped, nothing could yield him in his goal or hinder him in his path. Wild horses pulling chariots could not stop him, celestials in heaven would not dare stand in his way, and even his parents (by far the scariest force of all) could not persuade him to rethink what he was doing.

He pushes past the doors to Pigsy's noodles, shoves past patrons and ignores the warning shouts from the pigman.

he had one goal on mind

"Nyyyooodle boy!!!!!!" He bellows grabbing the attention to his problem. Those perfect expression color eyes meet him and the disease in his chest grows. He's in his training clothes, clearly on his way up to his apartment over the shop so he can shower.

Why did the idea of MK showering make his heartbeat erratically? Soft shoulders and cascading water off them…

She shakes his head back and forth now back on track.

"Stop. That." He growls out grinding his teeth together as steam leaves his ears. MK tilts his head slightly. The disease grows more in his chest and he hates it.

"Stop that!!!!" He points directly at MK feeling his hair sputter and spark as his temperature rises. He thinks his face is growing red.

"I'm….not doing anything?" MK gives him a sheepish smile, the kind that quirks up on one side and absolutely obliterates Red Son on the spot.

Like a crunchy fall leaf under the heel of a boot he's crushed.

Whatever motivation he had before it evaporates quicker than a drop of water in the Sahara desert.

"Y-your haven't heard the last of me!!" He makes a quick retreat, stumbling over his own feet and taking out one of Pigsy's tables in the process.

He exits the shop faster than he entered. He needed to regroup and strategize.

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"SoooOOOOOo How'd it go?" Mei asked her eyes not leaving the screen, she's playing a different video game now, and she didn't even spare him a glance when he came back as if she predicted he would fail.

"Horrible!!! All it did was make this sickness worse." He throws his arms up and paces back and forth biting his lip. Mei doesn't pause her game this time, only continuing to mash buttons as he grumbles under his breath.

She lets out A long-suffering sigh and finally pauses her game.

"Dude. I know you're behind on the lingo and stuff but a 'crush' isn't a sickness. It means you like MK. As in you want to kiss him and stuff." she explains with a shrug unpausing her game and the sound of power-ups and pixelated men punching each other continues.

Red Son halts in his tracks

He pictures kissing MK. pressing his lips to the boy's soft adorable lips. He can practically feel the warmth it would produce. He pictures MK smiling into the kiss as they awkwardly bump noses. He pictures holding MK’s hand, squeezing it gently as they walk hand and hand. He imagines the feeling of MK’s hair between his fingers as he runs his hands through it.

He sucks in a gasp, his heart beating out of time.

Of fuck.

“I’m so screwed…..”

He feels Mei patting his shoulder, she paused her game again when he was fantasizing

“Yeah, you are. But at least now you can DO something about it.” she nudges his side and he blushes a bright red and he can hear her chuckling at him

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“Can we talk?”

MK blinks back at him looking back and forth for a moment as if he was confused by his precence. Which to be fair he DID just enter through MK’s window while he was showering and was now waiting for him on his bed.

“Uhhhhh sure?” they rub the last remaining moisture from his hair with a towel before tossing it to the floor to be added to piles of laundry they had yet to do. Red Son didn't even curl his lip up at the slob-like behavior because HOLY SHIT MK IS SHIRTLESS!!!

Of course, MK didn't even seem to care that he was only wearing grey sweatpants in his presence. Red Son guilty looked MK’s chest up and down while they searched for a sleep shirt. Working out with Monkey King has been paying off because MK was sporting some muscle. He also had a few scars from battles that only added to how attractive he was, and of course, there were the two faint top surgery scars under his pecks.

“Is this about your weird episode in the shop today?” they asked pulling him from his guilt ogling and MK pulled a shirt over his body. Damn what a shame.

“Mei says I have something called a ‘crush’ and I should ‘tell them how I feel’ in order to make the pain in my chest go away,” he explained using quotation marks with his fingers to punctuate himself. MK’s eyes widen slightly and then it's schooled quickly. They join Red Son on the bed.

“O-oh? Have you told them?” MK squirms in place and keeps his gaze cast down. He looks uncomfortable, no. he looks upset? Why would MK be upset? Was it because he broke into his room again without permission?

No not that. Although he will have to apologize later

“I’m working on that part,” he explains scooting closer to MK and he grabs one of their hands gently. This felt stupid, and he thinks his sickness will kill him with how quickly his heart is beating. He was terrified and all his symptoms were amplified by ten.

He looks into MK’s espresso-colored eyes looking for something. He loved those eyes. They showed so much in them and he SWORE they could change the whole lighting of a room.

He opens and closes his mouth like a fish out of water with his false starts. Eventually, he clears his throat and releases his confession.

“Umm well...MK. I h-have a crush on you.”

he shuts his eyes and waits for the rejection, waits to hear MK laugh with their head back and shove him away.

None of that comes.

He peaks an eye open to find MK’s face a bright scarlet red. Was that a good sign? Or was MK so angry at him that he was just building up anger inside of him like a volcano ready to blow.

“ I w-will leave now.” he pulls away ready to retreat with at least his dignity still in tack. He's pulled back violently and soft lips are smashed to his. He lets out a surprised whimper and absolutely melts into the feeling. His brain is electrified and static all at once.

He kisses back hungrily grabbing MK by the waist and pulls him closer. When they are running out of air only does MK pull away with a little breathless gasp.

“Stay the night?” They requested, placing a soft kiss to the juncture of his neck and he can’t find a single cell in his body that would possibly say no. He nods numbly and MK kisses him again a smile on his lips that he could taste.

----------

“MK GET UP! YOU ARE LATE AGAIN!!”

Pigsy burst down the door jolting the demon awake from his peaceful slumber, his arms that were previously wrapped around MK pull away quickly in the process. He thinks he could stick to the ceiling with his claws like a cat in a cartoon if he jolted just a little higher.

The covers are yanked off them both before Red Son even has time to protest. Thank gods they both put underwear back on when they finished satisfying each other. Red Son is completely and thoroughly exposed to MK’s boss, bitemarks, and hickes across his chest snitching on him.

Red Son and Pigsy meet eyes and he feels a sweat break out across his neck. Pigsy sighs and pinches his snout. He sucks in a deep breath and lets it out through his nose.

“I don't know what happened here... And I don't WANT to know. Tell MK he’s got ten minutes to get downstairs.” Pigsy turns on his heel and leaves slamming the door behind him. Red Son looks over to his now-boyfriend who’s mouth hangs open with drool dripping down his face.

MK slept through all of it.

He can’t help but chuckle and kiss their forehead gently.

[ticklystuff]

Liquid Eyeliner

A/N: i know nothing about makeup lol i just wanted lee!Zhongli

Word Count: 2k

“I really like this color on you.”

“Hu Tao was actually the one that chose it for me,” Zhongli said, giving a slight smile to the other as he looked straight ahead, doing his best not to shift his head or move his facial muscles around too much. Normally, he would be applying the eyeliner under his eyes himself, but for some reason, Childe insisted on doing it this time for him. He wasn’t exactly comfortable about letting Childe put the brush so close to his eye, but the ginger had insisted and Zhongli wasn’t one to say no, especially since Childe bought the eyeliner for him earlier.

“I can tell you’re worried,” Childe said, pulling his hand back and giving the other a small pout.

Zhongli shook his head and gave the other a nervous smile. “Not at all. Just make sure you do it properly.”

“I’ve actually had some practice before,” Childe told the other as he brought his hand back, placing the tip of the brush right under Zhongli’s eye.

“Oh?”

“Yeah, my sister used to ask me to do make up with her when I was younger. I always tried to make her look like a circus clown,” Childe chuckled, keeping his hand steady. “She’d practice on me all the time too and she actually got quite good. I even let her paint my finger and toe nails.”

Zhongli smiled as he listened to Childe reminisce. Childe loved to tell Zhongli different stories about his siblings and Zhongli always caught the happiness in his voice when he spoke of his siblings. Childe always talked about having his siblings meet him and Zhongli looked forward to that day.

“Hmm,” Childe took a step back to examine his work. “I think I might have smudged it a little bit. I think I should just restart. Let me grab a wet napkin.”

“Water won’t remove it,” Zhongli told the other. “The media is oil-based, so the eyeliner is insoluble in water. I have a bottle of sweet flower oil in the drawer next to you that I use to wash the eyeliner off at night.”

Childe nodded and headed for the old drawer in Zhongli’s room. He opened the top drawer and couldn’t help but smile when he found the cologne he had purchased for Zhongli, the bottle half full. It was one of the many gifts that he had gotten for Zhongli during their multiple date nights in Liyue.

He rummaged around the top drawer for a good minute, before moving to the second drawer, making sure not to disturb the neat and orderly way Zhongli had placed his belongings. Thankfully, the bottle was in plain sight in the second drawer, with a piece of cloth conveniently placed beside it. He grabbed the two items before heading back to the older man, pouring a little of the solution onto the cloth and handing it to Zhongli.

“Maybe I should just do it myself,” Zhongli said as he did his best to wipe away the eyeliner, chuckling when Childe put his hands on his hips in defiance.

“I’ve already committed,” Childe told the other as he grabbed the thin brush before Zhongli could. “I’ll just steady my hand this time.”

“Alright, alright.” Zhongli sat back on his mattress, relaxing himself as Childe attempted once more.

Childe leaned in once more and brought the brush to Zhongli’s face again, but this time grabbed Zhongli’s shoulder firmly to help steady himself. This caught the older man by surprise, though, and Childe nearly jumped back in concern when Zhongli suddenly squealed.

“Sorry! Did I hurt you?!”

“No, I’m alright,” Zhongli affirmed to the other as he regained his posture. “Just caught me off guard.”

Childe looked at Zhongli with a puzzled expression. “Is there something wrong with your shoulder?”

Zhongli simply shook his head. “I’m alright. I’m not sure what came over me, but I’m fine.”

Childe nodded in response. He brought the brush back over to Zhongli’s face and brought his hand back to Zhongli’s shoulder, slowly this time, for balance. He carefully traced the brush under the amber eyes. He bit his lips and furrowed his eyebrows as he concentrated on the task before him, something that Zhongli found to be quite endearing.

“Alright,” Childe muttered as he reached the corner of Zhongli’s eyes, pulling the brush away to take a look at his handiwork, his hand still on Zhongli’s shoulder. “I don’t think it’s that bad, if I do say so myself.”

Zhongli gave Childe a small smile as the other beamed over his work. “I’ll judge for myself. There should be a hand mirror in the drawer that you- Ah! H-Hey!”

Zhongli’s body cringed as he felt Childe squeeze his shoulder multiple times, his arms coming up in self-defense when Childe repeated the action. He looked up at the ginger to see a mischievous smirk plastered over Childe’s face, one that usually meant Childe was up to no good.

“Looks like Mr. Zhongli might be ticklish,” Childe teased, his smile growing wider when Zhongli began to stutter.

“I-I don’t- Wait! Ajax!”

Childe had pushed Zhongli back onto the mattress and straddled his waist, looming over the other with wiggly fingers ready for an attack. Zhongli never used his real name, unless he was irritated with Childe, but this was too good of an opportunity for Childe to pass up now. He’s already used to being berated from Zhongli on a constant basis anyway.

“Ahahaha! Childe!” Zhongli squealed as Childe brought his fingers menacingly to the older man’s underarms. Since he was in the comfort of his own home, Zhongli only had a thin t-shirt for protection, the shockwaves traveling from his armpits and hitting his brain like a wave.

Zhongli wasn’t going down without a fight and Childe constantly had to keep swatting away his arms, making it hard for him to tickle the older man consistently. Naturally, the ginger adapted to Zhongli’s defense mechanism and focused on his sides this time, giving each spot rabid jabs, one after the other in quick succession. This caused Zhongli to wiggle back and forth, attempting to avoid the alternating blows to his sides. Each poke resulted in a gasp or whine filled with husky giggles, something Childe considered music to his ears and only drove him to pick up the pace. He had never heard Zhongli laugh so much and it was quite addictive, so he figured

“Y’know, I used to tickle my siblings all the time,” Childe recalled as he began focusing on Zhongli’s hips, smiling as he found another good spot. “If any one of them ever felt down, they could always expect a visit from their friendly neighborhood tickle monster!”

“Ahahahaha! Chihihilde!” Zhongli wailed as Childe continuously pinched his hips methodically, his laughter drowning out whatever Childe was saying to him in the moment.

The only time he had ever been tickled was whenever Hu Tao needed his attention and it was only ever a short poke to his side. Not only was Childe much more aggressive, he was also much more skilled. Every poke and scribble elicited a new stream of laughter and his attempts at dislodging Childe were proving futile. He felt Childe’s hands moving over to his stomach, which renewed Zhongli’s efforts to squirm away. By chance, one of his flailing hands jabbed Childe in the side, pausing the tickling as Childe squeaked and involuntarily protected the sensitive spot with his hands. Zhongli used this brief moment of respite to try and push away from Childe, but the ginger recovered almost immediately.

“Hmm, this used to work on Teucer, so I wonder if it’ll be the same for you,” Childe thought out loud as he eyed Zhongli’s stomach. His shirt had ridden up just slightly to expose the well-toned abs and bare tummy, which only enticed Childe to try a different technique. “Heh, don’t kill me, okay?

“W-Wait! Childe w-what are you— NohohoHOHOHOHOHO!”

Zhongli flopped around on the bed and kicked his legs as Childe blew a raspberry into his stomach. The unfamiliar technique brought tears to the corners of Zhongli’s eyes as Childe repeated the action over and over. The sensation created such a strange feeling that made Zhongli’s mind feel like mush. He didn’t even try fighting back anymore as Childe sent one more his way, before stopping when he noticed Zhongli’s laughter had turned into silent wheezing.

Childe raised his head from Zhongli’s stomach to make sure the other was okay, taking in the sight of the older man. Zhongli’s face was bright red and his eyes were still screwed shut, with his mouth agape as he panted for air. His normally well-kempt hair was a mess and there were even a few tear streaks. When Childe felt he was staring too long, he lightly diddled his fingers along Zhongli’s bare stomach, causing Zhongli to gasp and open his eyes.

“Oh, hey, your eyeliner still looks good,” Childe said as he brought a finger to Zhongli’s eye to wipe away a stray tear.

“I already told you it’s not soluble in water,” Zhongli told the other curtly after catching his breath, looking away from the other as he spoke. It wasn’t easy to embarrass Zhongli, but he could feel his cheeks burning up after the ordeal Childe put him through.

“Hey, don’t be mad at me,” Childe awkwardly laughed as he lifted himself off of Zhongli and helped him up. “Couldn’t help myself.”

Zhongli sat up and fixed his clothes with a sigh, pushing his long hair behind his shoulders. “I’d hate to be one of your siblings, to be quite frank.”

“Maybe, but being my sibling comes with so many pros!” Childe said, smiling at the other as Zhongli rolled his eyes. “Speaking of which, we haven’t gotten to your other eye.”

“I wonder why,” Zhongli huffed sarcastically as Childe picked up the brush again. He crossed his arms as Childe brought the brush to his face, but he let Childe apply the lining to his eye like before, flinching when Childe put his hand against his shoulder again for balance.

“Don’t worry,” Childe chuckled, finishing up the liner. He pulled back the brush and used his other hand to lift Zhongli’s chin so that he could get a better look at his work. “Looks great!”

“Well, this took almost three times as long as it normally takes me,” Zhongli said as Childe went to get the hand mirror from the drawer. He took the mirror from Childe and examined the eyeliner. It was a little messy, but it wasn’t that bad.

“So, how did I do?”

Zhongli looked up to see Childe giving his usual charming smile and Zhongli couldn’t help but return a small smile back. “One could say it’s passable.”

Childe couldn’t help but cheer at the small win. “You should let me do your makeup all the time, Zhongli.”

“Perhaps,” Zhongli sighed, the thought of possibly going through another tickle session with Childe daunting to him. “Next time, though, how about we try some eyeliner on you?”

“I-I mean sure, I guess,” Childe said hesitantly, scratching the back of his head. “I’m not sure it’d look good on me the way it does for you and I’m not sure what my color would be.”

“Well, we can always go shopping for some later,” Zhongli suggested. “Why don’t I show how to apply it properly, though. We can use the one that I have.”

“N-Now?”

“Why not?”

“O-Okay,” Childe said nervously as he sat down, switching places with Zhongli. “Hey, you’re not still mad at me, right?”

“Of course not,” Zhongli said firmly, grabbing a fresh brush from his drawer before returning to Childe. “I want to show you how it’s properly done. Tickles and all.”

“Wait what? W-Wait ZhonglihihiHIHI!”

[redhoodieone]

Welcome Home

A/N: Hi everyone! This is an old fic that I’m re-posting for those who want to read it. Enjoy!

WARNINGS: Language and Smut.

  I knew my family was different the moment I found out my adoptive father was Batman. I was just a ten-year-old girl when I snuck down the stairs at midnight for a drink of water and spotted Batman leaving a trail of blood from his study and calling out for Alfred for help. The moment our eyes locked, Bruce instantly knew that I was clearly aware of his secret. He had also confessed it was him who saved me from a shootout that my parents were involved in and that it was him, as Batman. I felt I owed Bruce my own life for saving me, and I vowed to keep my father’s secret and pray that he would return home safely every night back to me.

It didn’t help that I soon discovered my adoptive older brother Dick Grayson was Robin. Not only did I have to keep his secret as well, but it made it more impossible to not have a crush on him. I mean, Dick has such a charming personality, beautiful baby blue eyes, and a devilish smile that can make any girl crawl on her hands and knees. And that ass…

I later found myself becoming the second Robin once Dick left to assume his own identity, Nightwing. Bruce trusted me, and he saw potential in me the second I told him I couldn’t see myself being a hero forever. Perhaps he never really wanted me to be his sidekick and figured if I got it out of my system that I could resume my life as a sixteen-year-old and do normal teenager activities. As if my life was normal anyways.

But things changed as soon as I was finally embracing myself as a hero. Bruce had taken in a new kid, Jason Todd. He was a troublemaker, a rebel, and a mysterious kid, who had never even spoken to me unless he had to. I don’t think my age helped the situation either; I was a couple of years older than him and he may not have seen me as an equal. But of course, the dark haired, icy blue eyed, bad attitude boy was given the Robin title, and I was removed because of a patrol-gone-wrong situation.

Stupid Harley Quinn and her baseball bat. Who knew one hit to my knee could bench me for two months (Alfred added an additional five months of rest).

Then the unthinkable happened. The second Robin was killed by the Joker. Jason Todd’s death put Bruce into a depression, and he swore he would never put another kid’s life in danger. Our father and daughter relationship broke apart before my very eyes. I spent my remaining teenage years in the mansion isolated, except for Alfred’s loving company.

I had graduated high school on time and I quickly decided to go to Gotham University to escape the Bat family. Before I moved out, I discovered Bruce had taken in another kid, Tim Drake, who was currently the new Robin. Was I hurt? Of course, I felt I was somehow replaced. Would I miss the Bat family? Maybe. Maybe not.

I did in fact wish the new younger Robin good luck. When Tim looked up at me, his light blue eyes were so innocent and frightened about me leaving him behind. I didn’t know why he would be so upset about me leaving; wouldn’t he want all of Bruce’s attention without me hanging around the mansion?

Now I’m twenty-one-years-old, and I’m still a student at Gotham University. Alfred had just called and informed me Bruce wants me back home.

As I sit in a taxi while anxiously waiting to pull up to Wayne Manor, I honestly don’t know why Bruce wants me back at home. Alfred has kept me up to date about the Bat family incidents and activities I have missed out those few years such as:

Dick Grayson becoming a womanizer (I saw it coming) and how he’s juggling working as a police officer and Nightwing. He’s still the favorite and golden child in Bruce’s eyes.

Jason Todd is back from the dead, and he’s currently operating his own team: Red Hood and the Outlaws (who knew he was leadership material underneath that thick skull of his?).

Tim Drake is Red Robin (does the fast food chain restaurant know about his superhero name?), and he’s currently assisting the Teen Titans when necessary while simultaneously aiding Bruce with detective work.

Damian Wayne is Bruce Wayne’s unknown biological child. I think he’s about fifteen-years-old now; from what I remember the last time I spoke to Alfred. I met Damian once, when Bruce asked me to meet him once Talia al Ghul practically dropped him off at Bruce’s doorstep. The boy was a little shit: bratty, stuck up, and insensitive. Even though he is the spitting image of Bruce, minus the different colored eyes (Bruce has blue and Damian’s are green), Damian claims he is set to take over the cowl when Bruce is either dead or done. God help us all…

But I still can’t figure out why I am needed back home. Is Alfred sick? Is Bruce dying after fighting all these years? Is it one of my brothers?

I jump in surprise once the taxi comes to a hard stop. After paying the man, I grab my duffel bag and I climb the front steps that I suddenly remember jumping off them as a kid. Alfred scolded me many times, and I still did it because being bad was fun.

I scoff loudly, and I jump down the five steps that would have given Alfred a heart attack. Maybe I haven’t changed as much as I thought.

I find the wooden front door unlocked, which is odd considering Alfred always makes sure to lock it. As a matter of fact, Alfred hasn’t greeted me like he always does when I come home. Where is Alfred?

After I unwrap my scarf, I pull my hoodie over my head to be more comfortable in the warm house. Sadly, I forgot to do laundry yesterday, so I came home in just my black yoga pants and red tank top. What would Alfred say?

I kick off my shoes and walk to the kitchen barefoot. Pulling my long hair into a ponytail, I notice a note on the counter that’s written for me. I unfold the note and stare at the nicest, well done cursive handwriting only one man can do here.

 Dear Lady Y/N,

I sincerely apologize for not being there to greet you properly. Master Bruce had wanted me to take my holiday to London early, and Lord knows I can use a week to myself after stitching up countless wounds, tidying up bedrooms and Bat caves, and playing messenger between you and your father. I have a cooked roast with garlic mash potatoes in the refrigerator if you are hungry. Do heat it up and perhaps show your father and brothers how to use the microwave.

I dearly love you and the boys,

 Love Alfred Pennyworth

P.S.

Look into the highest cabinet above the refrigerator, and you will discover a jar of freshly baked chocolate chip cookies just for you.

 I grin widely, and before I can turn around and find the cookies, I’m stuck between the counter and a tall, hard body behind me. I freeze.

“Welcome home, Y/N. I missed you so much,” Bruce whispers in my ear. I can feel his hot breath above my shoulder and neck. The familiar smell of his expensive cologne fills my nostrils. His large hands rub my legs and grip onto my hips very hard. “Did you miss me?”

“H-hi dad. W-what are you doing?” I ask softly, but I know it came out like a whisper. One of his hands is holding my waist, while the other caresses my abdomen. It feels strange considering Bruce is supposed to be my father, and we shouldn’t be this close or even touching each other. But a part of me wants to keep feeling his hands on me and see what he does next.

“Holding you. Smelling you. Touching you,” he answers, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. He breathes harder when I press my backside against his front by accident. “It appears you want this too. Am I correct, Y/N?”

His hand pulls down my yoga pants enough, so he can reach into my underwear. Bruce continues to breathe hard from his nose when his fingers find my core. His thumb rubs fast circles on my clit, while he pushes two fingers inside me. I bite my bottom lip to stop a loud moan from coming out of me, but he appears he’ll have none of that. He stops fingering me.

“You better be loud, or I won’t let you cum, Y/N.”

Before I can beg him to keep going, he turns my face, so I can look him in those cold, pale blue eyes. “Please tell me you’re…not a virgin.” Bruce’s face is twisted in pleasure from just fingering me, but I can tell his lips are trembling and there’s a soft but pleading look in his eyes. This must hurt him as much as it’s hurting me.

“I-I’m not,” I confess, and wonder if he would change his mind if I said I was.

“Who was it with?” Bruce demands. He kisses along my shoulder to my neck before he bites on my soft spot. I hiss in pain and I grind into him again.

“Josh Mitchell. I was sixteen,” I answer harshly.

“Was he any good?”

Before I can answer, Bruce shoves the front of my body onto the counter, while he pulls down my yoga pants. My adrenaline is rushing, and I can feel myself wetting the counter from just his roughness. I can feel him unzip his pants and I can already imagine this thick, hard cock fucking me into oblivion.

“No, no he wasn’t good at all!” I cry out.

“Good, I’m actually relieved to hear that,” Bruce says, as he starts to stroke himself. “Do you want me to fuck you, Y/N?”

I want to turn around and watch him jack off. Hearing him pleasure himself isn’t enough. Bruce then jams two fingers back into my pussy and I whimper loudly. It has been too long since I’ve been intimate with a man. I need his cock now!

“I asked you a question, Y/N. Do I need to remind you who you are supposed to answer to?” he says seriously before adding a third finger inside me. I grip the counter and I breathe harder. I find myself rubbing my pussy on the edge of the smooth countertop for more friction, but he grabs my hips and stops me. “Now, do you want me to fuck you, Y/N, or should I leave you here, so you can dry hump the countertop alone?”

I growl louder, while my nails scratch the counter top. “YES! Yes, I want you to fuck me, Dad!”

As soon as those words left my mouth, I immediately wonder if I killed the mood. Why would I call him ‘dad’ when we’re about to have hot, rough sex in the kitchen? I need to apologize. I push myself up on my elbows and I shift my head to the side to apologize. I open my mouth to speak but stop when Bruce’s eyes darkened, and he growls as he slams his thick cock inside me.

I moan louder than I have in my entire life. His cock fills me up so much that I fear I won’t be able to walk straight for the next week or two. Bruce lifts my legs up and continues to shove me against the counter with every hard thrust. He wasn’t kidding when he said he was going to fuck me. The man is practically drilling into me with no kindness at all.

“Oh fuck! You’re so fucking tight. So wet and so hot,” Bruce groans out. With each thrust, I can feel he wants to let go and fuck me like he owns me.

“Go ahead, Dad. Fuck me. Fuck me like I’m yours and only yours,” I tempt him playfully.

Bruce growls and rams his cock faster into me. He keeps knocking the air out from my lungs, and I can feel my body pulsating against his. I grip the countertop harder each time, and I know my knuckles are turning white and becoming numb every second. With one hand on my hips, Bruce moves his other hand up my tank top to hold my tits.

“No bra? You’re a bad girl,” Bruce says in between panting.

“I forgot to do laundry,” I choke out.

“Excuses,” he manages to say, as he holds me up more, so he can penetrate me deeper. His cock is hitting a deeper spot in me. It must be my g-spot, because I have read about it but never actually felt it to know. I can feel myself clenching his dick tightly, and I know I’m getting closer to release. “You wanted me and your brothers to see your tits, huh?”

“Maybe,” I cry out louder than what I intended to. Fuck, what if one of my brothers hears me? They’ll really think I’m insane for fucking our father and for loving it every second. Bruce readjusts our position once more, so he can hit that spot continuously. “I-I think I’m going to cum!”

“Not yet, you better not!” Bruce growls, and drills into me harder and faster. With his powerful thrusts and the constant friction from the countertop on my clit, I know for a fact that I can’t last longer. His hands hold onto my hips while he fucks me harder than before.

I become a moaning mess. I can feel my mouth drop open because I feel liquid coming out from my core. Did I just squirt? What the hell is happening to me?

The sounds of skin on skin is louder because of my mess. I drop my head onto the counter while Bruce continues to fuck me. Before I can catch my breath, Bruce chuckles and lifts me up. “I just made you squirt. That has never happened before, has it?”

“No, that was my first time,” I answer breathlessly. He kisses my neck.

“You’re so wet,” Bruce grunts into my ear. Breathing heavily, he lifts my hips again, so he can rub my clit with his fingers. “You’re making a mess all over my cock. You’re such a bad girl.”

“I’m your bad girl,” I moan out, as I can feel another orgasm threatening to take over my body.

“Fuck yes, you are!” Bruce groans, and continues to shove his cock into my soaking wet pussy.

With every rough thrust, I know Bruce won’t last. I whimper once more when my pussy clenches his dick as he fucks me through my orgasm. A few more hard thrusts, Bruce pulls out and turns me over onto my back. He jacks himself off as I watch his cum spurt out all over my stomach.

Just seeing his hard, veiny thick cock before me turns me on once more. I lick my lips at how the tip of his dick glistens with his cum.

Bruce sighs heavily, and just when I think I should try to get up and clean myself, he pulls me up and kisses me. He shoves his tongue into my mouth, and we explore each other’s mouths as if this was our last chance to. He pulls away from me and rests his forehead against mine.

“You’re mine, Y/N. You belong to me, and the Batfamily. I don’t care who wants you, because you will never give them what you have given me. Do you understand?” Bruce asks, before giving me his famous bat glare.

“I understand, and I promise,” I swear before he kisses me once more.

“Good, now go wash up,” Bruce instructs before he helps me off the counter.

I grab a paper towel and wipe Bruce’s cum off my stomach before I pull up my yoga pants. As soon as I toss the damped paper towel into the trash, I immediately notice Dick Grayson is standing there at the entrance of the kitchen staring at me with fire in his eyes.

[kikyan]

~ The Owl's Prey and the Cat's Toy~

TW: Cursing! Dubcon! (a little towards the end) and that should be all! 

“Did you look at that Akaashi?” 

“Yes, that was very good Bokuto-san.” 

“It was nothing, very easy when you get the hang of it.” 

“Why don’t you ask [Reader] what they think?” 

“You’re right! [Reader]! Did you see that?” 

Slightly confused, they looked around a bit before landing on Akaashi’s gaze, urging them to say yes just to make this easier on everyone.

“Yes?” 

“It was super cool, right? I know I’m awesome, after all, I’m the ace of Fukurodani!” 

“ That you are Bokuto. . .” 

“ Nothing to brag about if you’re fifth in the countries ranking!” 

A sly commenter spoke, alerting everyone to them. It was Kuroo Tetsuro, Nekoma’s captain of their volleyball team. [Reader] merely looked over at Kuroo before glaring slightly, turning to Bokuto to see him angrily confronting him. 

“ A-and? I’m at least better than you when it comes to our plays!” 

[Reader] sighed before placing a hand on Bokuto’s shoulder, offering a small smile. 

“ I think you are an amazing player, Bokuto. Way better than Kuroo, that’s for sure!” 

Bokuto merely turned to face the [Hair Color] haired individual, slightly shocked before his expression turned to one of happiness before smiling really wide. His cheeks turned a little pink before placing his hands on his hips and nodding. 

“ O-of course I’m better than Kuroo! That’s why I win almost all the practice games with them!” 

Kuroo turning to [Reader], looking a bit intimidating before leaving a sly smile and walking away. [Reader] sighed, knowing that they would be scolded for what they said before. [Reader] was the team manager for Nekoma, purely due to coincidence. Here they were at the training camp, preparing them for Spring High, and if they won, hopefully, nationals. Though they were a bit new to the concept just like Yachi was for Karasuno, they still knew was a bit deal this was for them all. 

They were preparing for a new match so [Reader] just walked over to the sidelines to observe the plays. Coach Nekomata and Coach Naoi were both sitting down and observing, though Nekomata turned and smiled upon seeing [Reader] approach the bench. 

“ Well well, looks like someone decided to approach us and observe.” 

“ I observe all the time, just because I don’t really speak doesn’t mean I’m not interested.” 

“ It’s good that you’re here, you can catch up on the information. After all, you joined a bit late.” 

“ Yeah, I know.” 

“ Well for starters, I think hyping up your team instead of the enemy would be better.” 

Blushing slightly, [Reader] gave a small pout. “ L-listen! I did that because Bokuto needed words of affirmation at the moment! Also yeah, he is somewhat better than Kuroo, maybe not in terms of the logical aspects of the sport but his physical attributes are a bit more defined!” 

“ Oh? So they can use big people word’s I see.” 

“ Sir enough. Alright [Reader], I think that as their team manager you should go give them words of advice!” 

“ I don’t think I want to disturb Kuroo and his plasma speech, I think he can do enough.” 

Nekomata threw his head back as he let out a loud laugh, before turning to [Reader] and teasing them more. 

“ I think someone is just scared to talk to them.” 

“ I’m not scared!” 

“ Then how come you’ve missed a week worth of practices with no reason?” 

Having no reasonable comeback besides, “I was busy”, [Reader] was left to ponder their decisions. Squirming around in their seat before huffing slightly and getting up. They walked up to their team’s huddle, looking to the side before looking up to meet Kuroo’s smug grin. He practically did everything he could to make them more involved in the team and the sport, getting them out of the comfort zone as he did with Kenma. 

“ Something you want to add to my plasma speech?” 

“ . . .Do. . .do your best. You guys got this.” 

“ Is that all?!” 

Yamamoto chirped as he stared at [Reader]. Yaku merely shaking his head at the responses from Kuroo and Yamamoto. Kai smiling before addressing them, “ Thank you [Reader], we will.” 

“ Y-yeah, good.” 

With that, they walked back to their original spot with Nekomata looking smugly and turning to Naoi. “ Look’s like I won again.” 

“ W-wait?! You guys bet on this?” 

[Reader] exclaimed before sitting down and witnessing Naoi hand over the promised money to Nekomata. 

“ Listen, I know we might seem to enjoy teasing you and we do. The only thing I want to say is to stop forcing things but to also have a laid back attitude, obviously if you don’t care you won’t involve yourself much. For now, just watch the match and see on what they can improve on.” 

“ Fine.” 

[Reader] watched specifically the movements and the reflexes, ‘it makes sense that we have the reputation we have because they are really good with that. On top of that, I’m mocking Kuroo but the plasma speech makes sense, their movements are really fluid. He really is a great captain and a great player, honestly, I’m unsure of what I can help them with. I’m not even here to help, they seem to have been getting along better without me than with me. . .’ 

The match ended with Karasuno losing and running laps, Nekoma proudly leaving the court. [Reader] got up and distributed towels and water for everyone. Everyone thanking them, before they got to Kuroo who once again, would not wipe that damn smug expression off his face. 

“ I think your words really helped us out there, [Reader].” 

“ Use this towel to wipe off that smug expression. I hate it.” 

“ Sorry, it’s just the face I have when I win.” 

With a huff and a sigh, [Reader] turned around walking out of the gym to see Yachi standing outside witnessing the boys run. 

“ O-oh h-hello [Reader]!” 

They were away from the boys so they could finally smile without having all their actions criticized by them. 

“ Hello, Yachi-san! Is everything alright?” 

“ Hu-Oh! Yes, everything is fine! Sorry, I’m just a bit spaced out, this is my first trip here and for volleyball reasons.” 

“ Don’t sweat it, same here. I get what you mean.” 

“ Oh, I thought you were Nekoma’s manager for longer. . .” 

“ Nah, I recently became their manager as well. I joined a bit before Lev did, the tall Russian guy. Anyways, it’s all a bit new to me as well, I don’t know much about volleyball either so that’s another issue added to my plate.” 

“ Oh, I might not know much but I’m always willing to listen! Of course, I don’t want to see nosey or pry, so if you want to share I am more than welcome to listen!” 

“ Thank’s Yachi! I’ll take you up on that offer actually, but maybe later because the boys are close by, and who knows what they would say if they heard.” 

“ Oh, do you not get along with them?” 

“ It’s not that it’s. . . it’s something else. It’s just that while I get along with most of them it’s always one of them that ends up pissing me the hell of-” 

“ Hey [Reader]!” 

“ Speak of the devil, I’ll talk to you later Yachi okay?” 

“ O-okay! See you later!” 

With that, [Reader] jogged up a bit to Kuroo as he gave a run-through of what was to happen. 

“ Listen, we’re all done here so you can help the other managers with something else.” 

“ Is that all?” 

“ Yeah, and smile more. It’s a good look on you.” 

Kuroo turned around and continued to walk away, leaving [Reader] alone with a blush on their face. They merely scoffed before turning around and heading over to the kitchen to assist the other managers in preparing small snacks for the teams. 

~~ 

“So [Reader], it’s the first time I saw you! When did you become the Nekoma manager?” 

“ Oh, well. .  .it’s a long story.” 

“ We have plenty of time!” 

“ Well . . .there is a lot to say and I don’t know it seems somewhat childish.” 

“ Listen, we know the peak of childish. We have Bokuto.” 

“ Well, I think I rather have Bokuto than Kuroo to be honest!” 

“ Oh? So is Kuroo the problem? Got a crush on him or something?” 

“ No! It’s just, well I promised Yachi I’d tell her so I might as well you guys.” 

~~ 

[Reader] walked down the halls of Nekoma high with a stress-filled face, their chemistry exam was in two weeks and while they felt somewhat prepared for it a little extra practice wouldn’t hurt anyone. Though they didn’t know who they could as for help since they would be the ones helping others or in some cases, be a bit too confused to offer help. 

‘ Why don’t you ask Kuroo Tetsuro?’ 

‘ Kuroo?’ 

‘ Yeah, I heard that he is pretty good at chemistry, why don’t you ask him? Wasn’t he your lab partner for some assignments before?’ 

‘ I guess…’ 

‘Asking Kuroo for help might be good for you, I hear that he is in the volleyball club so he might be busy.’ 

And there they were, walking the halls looking for Kuroo to ask for help on their upcoming chemistry exam. He was walking around with some classmates when [Reader] found him, being worried to interrupt something important they decided to wait until later until Kuroo called them out. 

“[Reader]! Was there something you needed from one of us?” 

“ Yeah...you actually.” 

“ Oh?” 

Kuroo’s interest piqued, he turned to face them before walking over to where they stood. He stood in place as [Reader] awkwardly gave their proposal. 

“ Listen, I know that we only know each other due to some classes so you can refuse, but I-um, we have a chemistry test coming up and I wanted to know if you could help me study for it.” 

“ Sure.” 

“ Huh?” 

“ Sure, I agree to help. It’s not that much to stress about and we have two weeks. I can work with my volleyball schedule, I mean though we aren’t close I consider you somewhat like a friend.” 

“ Oh sure, um here is my number. You can message me the details and I’ll be there.” 

“ Thanks, is that all?” 

“ Yeah, sorry for bothering you. I’ll pay you back for this just so that we are even-” 

“ Don’t sweat about it right now, I think I know how you can pay me back later. See you soon?” 

“ Yeah…” 

With that Kuroo returned to his group, a bit of teasing here and there about what someone would want with him and such. A couple of days later, two or three studying sessions occurred and Kuroo brought up the question. 

“ So [Reader], about paying me back for this…” 

“ What? Is it money or something?” 

“ No, nothing of the sort. It’s nothing bad it’s just that I’ve noticed you don’t have any clubs you go to and while you have avoided it for some time they are going to force you into some club that you might not like.” 

“ What are you getting at?” 

“ Join the volleyball club.” 

“ Eh? What for?” 

“ Well, we need another manager just to help us out a bit and it can help you in the long run. I heard that you wanted to join a sports-related club because it looks somewhat better in a resume and application.” 

“ Well yeah but volleyball?” 

“ Hear me out. Stop by and check it out a bit, it would mean a lot to me and the payback is that you’ll stop by and check it out. We’ve had some people who don’t like volleyball become players before so I’m sure the same can happen to you if you give it a try. What do you say?” 

“Sure.” 

An awkward request sure but [Reader] walked down to the gym one afternoon mid-way into their practice. Kuroo gleaming a bit as he saw [Reader] standing at the door, Coach Nekomata approaching the timid [Reader] and questioning them. 

“ O-oh, I stopped by because Kuroo asked me to.” 

“ Is that so?” 

“ Coach Nekomata! This is [Reader], the one I offered the manager position to.” 

“ Oh this young one, as I see. Well, if they are interested let me know and we can sort something out.” 

With him out of the way, Kuroo approached [Reader] slightly smiling, “You came.” 

“ It was the least I could do…” 

“ Great! Here let me introduce you to the team and maybe change your mind a bit.” 

One by one they introduced themselves and [Reader] could see that they were oddly a lively and energetic bunch, even with some of them not even interacting. Oddly enough it was soothing to be part of such a crowded yet spaced-out friend group. Some part of them wanted to say ‘yes!’ and the other was a bit scared of failing and doing a horrible job. After revealing how they felt, Kuroo understood and offered up a new deal. 

‘ If you pass your exam, join and I’ll tutor you free of charge.’ 

While it sounded somewhat great, they passed but it was mostly for them. This was a tough decision because they couldn’t fail to avoid the club and it was easier since the decision landed and was made without hesitation. Since then, [Reader] has been Nekoma’s manager with their relationship with Kuroo being a bit rocky since they were pressured a lot into breaking out a bit faster than expected and it’s hard to bond with so many people when that happens. 

~~ 

“ Well, that is a bit rough.” 

“ Yeah...I didn’t know you were going through something like that.” 

“ It’s childish really, but I have no idea. I don’t hate them, but I think that Bokuto would be easier to hang out with because of the way he is.” 

“ Well, with Bokuto he needs constant reassurance so maybe it’s not the best, but from the looks of things, you see the manager position as a chore. Maybe, if you look at it from a different angle you might like it.” 

“ Well, maybe but I don’t know how I should-” 

“ From my perspective, you should stop worrying about Kuroo. Do things your way, how you think it will help the team. You don’t mind the others do you?” 

Kiyoko, Karasuno’s manager, spoke softly as it was a surprise that she even said anything, to begin with, but her cooperation was always welcome. 

“ No, not at all. In fact, I want to talk to the others, I want to befriend them but I feel like I owe them a lot. I only joined not because I wanted to but I felt like I had to at the beginning. Now I do want to, they seem like a lot of fun but I’m not sure what’s stopping me.” 

“ Your distaste with Kuroo. See him not as the captain of the team but as a friend. As a captain, he is trying to force a friendship with everyone but I’m sure that he doesn’t mean to. Approach him as a friend and maybe he can understand.” 

Kiyoko finished her speech with a light blush dusting her cheeks as everyone just went wide and started to compliment her. At the end they all nodded and turned to [Reader], assuring her to voice her concerns. In the end, [Reader] and the other managers passed out the snacks and the dinner for their respected teams. Toward the end of the night, [Reader] passed the gym where Kuroo and Bokuto were practicing for some reason. 

“ Hey [Reader]! Why don’t you stay here and watch us play, maybe you can pick up on some things.” 

“ Yeah! Akaashi look it’s [Reader]! [Reader]! Watch me wipe the floor with those two!” 

[Reader] looked visibly uncomfortable before nodding and walking toward the gym, there they noticed a blonde boy with glasses, Tsukishima from Karasuno. Bokuto’s face was covered in glee as he happily led [Reader] to the sidelines to watch. 

“ May sure you root for me [Reader]!” 

Akaashi smiled softly at his demeanor, Bokuto smiling proudly as [Reader] nodded softly. Kuroo glared a little at the owl haired man before they set up for the game. Practice was going well, Bokuto full of confidence before he set out to spike the volleyball, a cheerful yell as he screamed, 

“[Reader]! Watch this!” 

Only for Kuroo to smirk diabolically, extending his hand to block the ball. It was in that moment that Kuroo was so smug over what he did, Bokuto shocked as hell that his plan backfired, and [Reader’s] mouth wide open. 

“ H-Holy shit! K-Kuroo that was amazing!” 

At the sound of their praise, Kuroo turned to them with shock and confusion written all over his face before a light blush appeared on his face as he looked down at his hand. He smirked before turning to face them, “ Well, it’s nothing seeing as how we do have practice every day, but I’m not the captain of Nekoma for nothing.” 

“ That’s for sure!” 

Bokuto noticed their change in mood, they were so against Kuroo in the morning and praising him, what changed? His hair dropped down as he slumped forward, the practice match was over with [Reader] swooning over Kuroo instead of Bokuto. 

“ Funny thing, he was so quick to play this game off and show off to you when it backfired!” 

“ N-no it didn’t!” 

“ Kuroo don’t tease him! Bokuto I thought your spike was really cool, it was thrown hard as hell-” 

“ but it’s not enough.” 

“Eh?” 

Akaashi, noticing a change in his demeanor, ran up to Bokuto, and guided him outside the gym. 

“ We’ll catch up tomorrow, until then good night.” 

Kuroo smirked at how Bokuto was, earning a slight scolding from [Reader] with Tsukishima sighing and excusing himself. Kuroo was laughing a bit as [Reader] stayed behind to help him clean, but still talking about that block. 

“ Did you really think that was amazing? Have you never seen me block before?” 

“ Not a spike that hard, no! Bokuto does have strength, but one thing is for sure, while I may skip practice, I’ve noticed that you are pretty amazing.” 

Kuroo stayed silent to their praise but indeed he adored it. That’s right, Kuroo Tetsuro has always had a crush on [Reader], anything and everything he has ever done, was for them. 

“ Kuroo, I need to talk to you.” 

At these words, he perked up slightly anxious awaiting what they had to say. 

“ I’ll admit, being a club manager seems like a chore. However, I’m starting to enjoy it a lot more than in the beginning. I know I don’t really act as I care, but I do. It’s just that this is all new to me and at first I thought you were trying to force me into this as a need more than a want, it felt suffocating at some times because it sounded like you wanted me to be a specific way. What I’m trying to get at is that I want to be Nekoma’s volleyball manager, but I want to go about it in my own way. Doesn’t mean I’m not open to suggestions but rather that I want you to have trust in me, as I do you.” 

Kuroo stayed silent, [Reader] thought they angered him a bit before Kuroo nodded slightly. He looked up with a content and satisfied smile, chuckling a bit. [Reader] stood dumbfounded a bit before Kuroo explained. 

“ Took you a while, I wasn’t doing any of this to anger you as opposed to motivating you. Sure it was fun teasing here and there but it was more for you to break out and stand up for yourself, may not have been the best method but it’s something else.” 

With a small smile and a ‘thank you’, [Reader] hugged Kuroo. He stiffened before wrapping his arms around them, after their small moment they all left the gym and went their separate ways. Bokuto was still sulking in their common area, ranting to Akaashi. 

“ I don’t get it! I know I’m not the best but why didn’t they praise me? I put everything into that hit….Akaaassshii~ Why didn’t they say something.”

“ Bokuto-san, it could be because Kuroo is their teammate.” 

“ But they don’t even like him!” 

“ Have you ever tried getting close to them, Bokuto-san?” 

“ Hm?” 

“ I mean, what do you know about [Reader]-san?” 

“ W-well, I k-know they are pretty and very smart, remember the time they tutored me in math? Oh what else, they are kind! Always praises me, and is just cool overall!” 

Akaashi could only sigh in disappointment. These are all things that Bokuto keeps repeating but he isn’t making much sense. 

“ Bokuto, as opposed to Kuroo who goes to the same school like them, it's only natural he would have an advantage over this information. Get close to them if you want to know more about them.”  

“ Yeah but how? If they were interested in my spike, maybe they aren’t interested at all!” 

With a small pout, Bokuto buried himself underneath his blankets with Akaashi sighing for the millionth time today, fiddling a bit with his fingers he turned to Bokuto and spoke up, “ find them at a time they aren’t busy and make a small conversation with them. Ask them what they like and don’t like. Get to talk to them.” 

“ You’re right Akaashi! I will!” 

With that Bokuto smiled before turning to the other side of his bed and snoring away his troubles with a smile on his face. Thinking of all the possibilities and topics they could all talk about as Akaashi looked at him with a face of worry, ‘who knew a crush was this mentally draining? Bokuto was certainly fixated on them, but why?’ 

Bokuto woke up in the middle of the night giddy with excitement and he couldn't go back to sleep. Why wait till tomorrow to talk to them when he had a perfect chance to talk to them now without disruptions from other people, especially Kuroo? With that, he made his way out of the room and into the hallway, trying to remember where [Reader’s] room was located. He was getting frustrated until he saw a familiar figure walk across the hallway, he panicked at first only to see that it was indeed [Reader]. 

“ Bokuto? What are you doing awake?” 

“ Can’t sleep! You?” 

“ Oh, same. I can’t sleep at all and I was a bit thirsty. You should go back before the teachers catch you and scold you.” 

“ Do you have your own room?” 

“ Oh yeah, they had an extra one and since me going on this trip was kinda last minute they threw something together and gave it to me. Why?” 

“ N-no reason at all!” 

[Reader] could notice the silence and awkwardness that radiated out of the owl haired boy and it was starting to get a bit uncomfortable. Deciding enough was enough [Reader] sighed a bit before grabbing Bokuto’s hand and leading him to their room. Bokuto wanted to yell and scream in surprise until he noticed that [Reader] had a finger over their mouth signaling him to be quiet. He nodded before letting them drag him into their room. 

“ You can chill in my room for a bit.” 

“ O-okay. . .” 

“ Also Bokuto. .  .sorry if I offended you earlier. I didn’t mean to, I was trying to say that I never saw a spike-like yours even within Nekoma, you were so cool out there and while I may not have shown it, it was so cool to be in front of an amazing ace!” 

For once Bokuto was struggling on saying something, which is strange since he always had something to say. He simply nodded, a huge blush across his face as a smile was starting to make its way across his face. 

“Y-y-you think so?” 

“ Yep! I mean I’m going, to be honest, there are many things that I admire about you! For starters, you actually try in many places despite having dislikes. Sorry, it’s a bit wordy but I guess what I’m trying to say is that you always try your best to improve. Like when I tutored you for math, sure it's not your best subject but that didn’t stop you from trying!” 

Bokuto was awkwardly looking around trying to calm his heart, [Reader] was getting a bit close to him as they ranted about what they liked about him. His heart couldn’t take it as he started to show signs of his heart exploding from the cuteness. He remembered clearly, it was that day where he fell hard for [Reader]. 

~~ 

It was after a small practice match with Fukurodani where Bokuto expressed to Kuroo that he was struggling in math a lot. Kuroo was being himself teasing him and Akaashi did what he could to explain the situation to the best of his ability. 

“ Coach said that if something wasn’t done about his grades he can’t come to practice anymore. He needs to raise his grade and with this upcoming test he could both pass or fail.” 

“ But you’ll help me right Akaashi??” 

“ Bokuto, you can’t keep relying on Akaashi to help you study, you know.” 

“ About that Bokuto-san, I’m sorry but I’m going to be busy for a couple of days and I can’t tutor you.” 

“ But Akaaaassshhii! Wait, Kuroo can you help me stu-!?” 

“ Nope! Sorry, but this is something you need to do. I have enough problems right now and we recently got a new manager that I’m going to need to trai-!?” 

“ Your name is Bokuto right?” All three men’s attentions were turned to the [Hair Color] haired person with [Eye Color] eyes. Kuroo’s attention shifted a bit, he was visibly uncomfortable with the person. Bokuto and Akaashi started, Bokuto a bit too flustered at the sight of them, nodding at the question. 

“ Right, sorry my name is [Reader’s Full Name] and I am Nekoma’s new manager. Um, listen I don’t know how good they are at math but I’m willing to tutor you! I get decent enough grades and well you said it was borderline right? I can help!” 

“ [Reader] you still don’t know anything about being a manager yet s-” 

“ I don’t need to know anything about being a manager to tutor someone, you tutored me a bit in chemistry but I didn’t see you busting out volleyball references did I? No, besides this is me being friendly, not professional.” 

Kuroo sighed, lightly glaring at them with their ‘sassy’ response. Akaashi thanked them with Bokuto jumping out in glee that they get to be tutored by an attractive person and can return to volleyball. Kuroo merely scoffed at the interaction going back to the Nekoma team leaving [Reader] alone with Bokuto and Akaashi, mostly Akaashi discussing what Bokuto needs help with and giving them both their numbers. Upon the next day, [Reader] got a train to where the nearest library was between Nekoma and Fukurodani. There, Bokuto was already waiting, waiting to be tutored. 

“[Reader]! You’re here! Thank you for coming!” 

“ Y-yeah, nice to meet you again, Bokuto. Should we head inside now-?” 

“ Yeah!” 

“ Alright, but when we go inside can you be a bit quiet, don’t want to get kicked out you know!” 

“ Yep! Yep! Don’t worry about me! I know!” 

As they both entered the library, Bokuto was whispering a bit but would sometimes whisper-yell resulting in the librarian shushing him. [Reader] sighed a bit before turning back to his book, they skimmed over it and called him over. 

“ Bokuto, I skimmed over your book and notes and saw some notes, probably Akaashi but overall this seems kinda easy. Okay, here we go, so the first question…..” 

After an hour, Bokuto started to understand more and more about the problems and how to solve them. He smiled contently more or so until he mentioned that he might forget before the test. [Reader] sighed before letting out a small chuckle, “You might forget before the test but the fact that you’ve been paying attention for so long and trying at least shows that you care!” 

“ Of course I care, volleyball means a lot and as the upper-class man, I need to show what I can do! After all, I’m the coolest there is out there!” 

“You certainly are with your strength and ability, but how about I show you a trick to remember?” 

“ Yeah, sure!” 

With that, [Reader] conversed a bit more with Bokuto and towards the end, they ended up getting something to drink. With that, they discussed more and it started to turn into a study date, unconsciously. 

“ Thank you for helping me out [Reader], that was very cool of you to help me, but then again how could you resist to help me?” 

“ that’s true! I may be new but meeting you and other teams were pretty cool.” 

“ That reminds me...you’re new, aren’t you? I mean I’ve never seen you before.” 

“ Yeah, I am, well to the team at least. I don’t mind being the manager but it’s just stressful, kinda why I was so excited to come to help you.” 

Bokuto turned to face [Reader] with a smile that just got wider and a blush that just got darker. It started as a small crush, but it turned into something else. He felt...happy? Someone, he had a small crush on when some would call him annoying or just shut him out they didn’t. A stranger skipped on club activities, just to meet up with him. Sure, to [Reader] it was just a break from Kuroo and his constant lecturing but to Bokuto? It meant so much more to him. He could only sweat a little thinking about sitting next to someone like this, someone so nice, someone who cared. While his thoughts ran loose, the day came to an end in which [Reader] had to leave back and so did Bokuto. Before they left, they made sure to promise to do one more small study session at a later day or time. In the end, it resulted in hanging out and going to get another drink, sure they studied at the last minute and it was just a small preparation, for once Bokuto didn’t forget any of the work. 

~~ 

Bokuto was snapped out of his memories and turned to face [Reader], leaning slightly forward. 

“ [Reader] I have to tell you somethi-” 

“ It’s late, why aren’t you in your room Bokuto?” 

Bokuto turned to the voice to see Kuroo’s eyes slightly wide and his pupils like slits giving him a ‘cat’ appearance. Kuroo’s tone certainly matched his expression as he was glaring daggers at Bokuto. [Reader] got up and tried to explain to Kuroo the situation when Bokuto simply got up, glaring back. 

“ I was just heading back, Kuroo. See you later, [Reader].” 

[Reader] noticed the tension and awkwardly coughed, bidding their farewells to Bokuto. Bokuto left, not without bumping into Kuroo. It was an awkward interaction, one that left a sour taste within [Reader’s] mouth but once Bokuto was gone Kuroo walked in. 

“ Here so I decided to make you some notes that you can reference in between practice mat-!?” 

“ That’s great but weren’t you a little too rough with him?” 

“ With who? Bokuto?” 

“ Who else, of course! Listen, he was here because he couldn’t sleep and we were just talking, what’s the big issue?” 

“ Well sneaking off at night into someone’s personal room doesn’t exactly look good-!?” 

“ What about you? Aren’t you doing that at this moment?” 

“ I’m the team captain, I’m only dropping off notes to help my team-” 

“ And he was just a friend in need of some help. Just because you say something doesn’t exactly make it true Kuroo, meaning this can’t be a one-sided argument. If coming late into MY room looks bad then it looks bad for everyone no matter who it is.” 

“ Why are you so bent upon this [Reader]-?!” 

“ Because he was just a friend who couldn’t sleep and wanted help and you kicked him out of MY room! Listen Kuroo, I get that we’re more friendly after getting our feelings across but that still doesn’t mean I’ll forgive you acting this way. Besides, you could have left him here with us, and then you both could have been helping me with these notes. If that’s the case I’ll learn them myself.” 

“ [Reader] it’s best if I stay and help you understand, you don’t know much about volleyball so-” 

“ It’s called context clues, Kuroo. I’ve been observing you guys and other teams, I know a bit more than I used to. Besides, you always add a bit too much to your notes so I’ll be fine!.” 

With that Kuroo let out a scoff before getting up and leaving [Reader’s] room. There they were left alone frustrated as hell with the outcomes of this conversation before getting the notebook and flipping through it. Kuroo laid on his futon, confused about what happened earlier. Who was Bokuto to them? Why did they care so much? Bokuto was left with a similar question, why was Kuroo so possessive or whatever the word was? Why did he care so much if he was in [Reader’s] room? It’s not like they were dating or something? Were they? 

~ 

The next day everything was tense, the moment [Reader] called everyone for a huddle and explained more or so what they saw and what they could improve on Kuroo called them out for a lot of stuff. 

“ If you weren’t skipping practice all the damn time you might have learned something.” 

“ If you weren’t tutoring Bokuto and came to practice…” 

“ Kuroo, they are just telling us what they think, they are trying their best.” 

“ Yeah, weren’t you so concerned with them saying something to us? Can’t complain now that they are.” 

Yaku and Kai both came to their defense, Kuroo getting more and more agitated with their comebacks. In the end, [Reader] decided not to intervene at all, until a certain comment hit them. 

“ If you let me help you yesterday maybe you would know a bit mor-!?” 

“ Okay, Tetsuro! The hell you want to say now? Stop treating me like someone who needs help? I get it, I skipped on practice multiple times but I’m at least trying? Isn’t that what you wanted? If it’s not enough for you I might just quit then!” 

Kuroo flinched at their tone, head down and deep in thought. This little outburst alerted Bokuto who was taking his frustration out on the opposing team, ‘quit? N-no!’ Bokuto quickly finished the game and ran out to find [Reader] who stormed out after calling Kuroo out. Coach Nekomata simply brushed it off and told them to let [Reader] cool off, that they were under stress and expectations. They all listened and went back to their games, but when it ended both Bokuto and Kuroo rushed out of there to find them. Kuroo wanted to apologize but he knew that maybe he would be a bit too stubborn to admit it. Bokuto was just trying to find them to make sure they didn’t quit and to bring them up! In the end, they didn’t find [Reader] but rather each other, which didn’t end well. 

“ What are you doing here?” 

“Trying to find [Reader] from something you said!” 

“ Why do they matter to you, not like they are your team manager or something.” 

“ Well it’s simple, they matter to me a lot because they are my...my…!?” 

“ Your what?” 

“ They are someone I love!” 

Kuroo’s eyes widened and he visibly stiffened, Bokuto liked [Reader]? He grabbed Bokuto by his collar but couldn’t do much as Bokuto was quick to react and attacked. 

“ Why do you love them?! They aren’t your manager, you haven’t spent time together as we have! Is that what you were doing last night? Were you secretly plotting to do something to them?” 

“ No, I was about to confess until you interrupted! Besides, you aren’t dating so why do you care about them or what I was going to do? They are your manager, but they don’t belong to you!” 

“ Because I love them too dumbass! God, you never could pick up signs you scatter-brain owl haired fucker!” 

“ Listen here, rooster-head cocky bastard! You sure don’t act like it, you made them upset and even considered quitting!” 

Kuroo had nothing to argue against because for once his friend was correct. Soon enough he let Bokuto go and so did he, Kuroo looking down before sighing. He looked up and saw Bokuto’s angry expression before he cleared his throat and spoke, “So you love them too huh? Are you willing to share?” 

“ S-share? Share them?” 

“ We both love them, sure it pains me to share them but it’s true. At least then we know nobody but us will have them, so. . .do you agree?” 

“ If it’s just us...I can get around that. We just have to make sure that they don’t quit, while you might see them at school they don’t like you a whole lot, but if they quit...I can’t see them at all.” 

“ Then it’s a deal, they will be ours and ours only.” 

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[Reader] was walking around the camp and some empty gyms that were around. Sure they had a small outburst and decided to go walk around to calm down. As they were walking around, they were suddenly pushed into an empty gym. They managed to look up to see it was...Bokuto? Bokuto smiled and got off of them but before [Reader] could say something Bokuto beat them to the chase. 

“Is everything okay [Reader]? You aren’t really going to quit are you?” 

“ I-I’m fine Bokuto and I’m not sure....it seems that no matter what I do I’m just not a good team manager-!” 

“ I think you’re the best team manager. You’re so great, kind, and so helpful. You’re amazing [Reader].” 

Blushing slightly at his words, [Reader] smiled a bit before trying to get up until Bokuto pushed them down slightly. They stared up, a little scared because Bokuto was pushing them down slightly with their strength. 

“ B-Bokuto...c-can you get up.” 

“ Nope! Not until you make up with Kuroo!” 

“ K-Kuroo?” 

With that Kuroo walked out and cuddled in between [Reader’s] neck with Bokuto slightly laughing. 

“ Can you forgive little old me for yelling? It’s just that I was jealous that someone was taking away your attention. Thing is sweetheart… me and Bokuto here agreed to share you.” 

“ S-share me? W-what are you talking about Kuroo? Both of you get off me!” 

“ NO! If I get off of you you’ll quit and never come back! I’ll never see you again!” 

“ If you quit, I won’t see you as often and we can’t leave poor Bokuto here without seeing you.” 

Bokuto’s shout scared [Reader] as they went rigid in their hold. Kuroo chuckled at the sight of them until they started to struggle again, it wasn’t until Bokuto started to hold their wrists tightly that they winced in pain. Kuroo grabbed them by the waist and started to lightly squish them from the pressure of his hold. 

“L-let me go! Before I ye-!?” 

[Readers] mouth was silenced by Bokuto’s lips placed on them. Bokuto was giving sloppy kisses at this point but it was enough to make them quiet. Kuroo chuckled at the expression [Reader] was giving and how he could hear their heartbeat race. They kissed their neck and started to suck on it, giving them bites here and there. [Reader] let out silent tears as they struggled to getaway. Kuroo bit their neck, opening their mouth slightly letting Bokuto’s tongue enter their mouth. His tongue was exploring their mouth as Kuroo chuckled slightly into their neck. Once Bokuto was satisfied and felt the need to breathe, he released from his mouth and went to breathe, a string of saliva connecting the two. Kuroo licked the shell of [Reader’s] ear making them squirm in disgust. 

“ I’ve always loved you [Reader], those small interactions with you as my lab partner when you asked me for help I thought the universe was playing with me, and when you joined as a manager? Well, it was handing me what I always wanted on a silver platter.” 

“ You were everything I ever wanted [Reader], the way you went out of your way to praise and help me, you were like an angel helping me every step of the way. You can’t blame us for loving you, it’s just a part of life.” 

“ though what a pity… 

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you’re the owl’s prey and the cat’s toy~