#all along. They just pat his arm and go ‘Sure you did B’

[raeofgayshine]

Bruce Wayne, drunk and full on Brucie mood in the middle of a gala: You know, that accent doesn’t really fit in around here. It’s cute. Where are you from?

Clark, internally debating every life choice that led him to this moment: I’m from Smallville. Kansas.

Bruce, leaning closer to Clark with a flirty smile: Oh you’re cute and funny. You know, I like that in a man.

Clark, very confused but trying to just go along with it: Thank you??

Bruce: I mean, everyone knows that Kansas isn’t real but I do always enjoy a good laugh.

Clark: What.

Bruce: What? Everyone knows that Kansas was made up for Wizard of Oz.

Clark, unsure if Bruce is fucking with him or if he’s just really deep into this dumb act: Bruce, Kansas is a real place. It’s one of the 50 states that make up America.

Bruce, tilting his head a little confused: There’s 50 states? Since when?

[mayfieldss]

Isn't that what friends are for? - JJ Maybank

Pairing; JJ Maybank x female!kook!reader

Warnings; Language, family reunion gone bad, generic rude comments made by family members, friends to lovers.

Summary; You take JJ as your date to your sister's wedding, and not everything goes to plan.

You got the invitation two weeks before the wedding itself. Baby pink cardstock, cursive gold letters, and printed flowers announcing the date, time, and venue of your older sister's wedding. It was late notice, and you hadn't known she was even engaged, yet here you were, staring down at the mail in your hand, too late to RSVP to the special event.

Your sister was five years older than you, with a superiority complex beyond saving, and was the kook princess of the outer banks long before Sarah Cameron came along. She moved to the mainland not two years earlier, and you were left alone with your parents and their expanse of money to do as you wished. You weren't surprised to hear about the wedding this late, you were something of a mess to your family, kook gone bad, hanging out in the cut and wasting your days on fishing and beer. Your parents were out of town, and you'd thought nothing of it until this, but now you knew where they were. They were on the mainland, helping out your sibling with their stacks of cash and credit cards.

It's stupid, but anger consumes you, and even though you'd never cared for weddings, it hurt to think they didn't care to tell you, nor invite you until the last minute. It was a pity invite, and you knew that much was true. So somehow you take the invite across town, to the chateau where you know your friends will be. John B, Kie, Sarah, Pope, and JJ are all there on the porch when you arrive, just as expected.

"Look at this shit." You raise the invite high in the air, before flinging the flat card like a frisbee over to John B, who catches it with expert skill.

"A wedding invite? Your sister's getting married?" He's squinting at the words, Sarah, who sits in his lap, doing the same. She's the first to take the invite from John B's hands, fingers scanning over the details of the card.

"Wow, you got this pretty late, don't you think?" She's seen the date, clearly, and looks up with raised brows.

"Yeah, they did that on purpose, they don't want me to go, I know it." folding your arms over your chest you move to sit next to Pope, who pats you on the shoulder in such an awkward way that you have to smile just a little.

"Give me a look" JJ has made his way to John B and Sarah, and he snatches the card from their hands, scanning the words fast. "I hate cursive man; I can't read this shit."

He chucks it in Kie's general direction, the thing falling at her feet before she picks it up. "The wedding's in two weeks? Shit Y/N, you think you're gonna go?"

You shrug, leaning back into the broken-down couch on which you sit. "They don't want me to."

"That's all the more reason why you should." JJ circles the porch before coming up beside you, sitting on the arm of the couch and staring you down with an affectionate, yet mischievous gaze. "You allowed a plus one?"

His question takes you off guard, and you nod waiting for one of your other friends to interject—they don't.

"Great," JJ claps his hands together, "I'll go with you, cause a little bit of chaos, and make this shit fun." He's grinning ear to ear, and you know it's a bad idea. Going by yourself in the first place will cause enough trouble with your sister, considering she's disgusted by your choice of lifestyle and friends, and you're still not sure why she bothered to invite you at all, but bringing one of those companions she hates so much will make things ten times worse. Maybe that's part of the appeal, however, because in the next instant, you're saying yes, and you feel a whole lot better once you do.

"We're going to a wedding ladies and gentlemen!" JJ announces to your small group of friends. He stands taking your hands in his own and pulling you from your seat. "We're gonna have a fantastic fucking time."

-

You don't know why you let JJ talk you into going. He was a charming boy with a big smile that was hard to resist, and a tendency to steal things that didn't belong to him—your heart included. So, though you don't quite understand how you ended up on a ferry to the mainland with JJ Maybank by your side, you weren't surprised.

"I seriously can't believe they didn't tell you." JJ is leaning over the railing of the big boat, looking out at the water as he speaks. His brow is furrowed in deep concentration, something that is always very concerning.

"I can." You step up beside him resting your arms on the railing. "They won't expect me to be there." You turn your gaze to the blonde boy and find his eyes on you already. He smiles, lighting up the evening air.

"Well, you know how I love to make an entrance." He winks and at that moment JJ is almost irresistible "And besides," He continues, "they might be happy to see you."

"Maybe." You look him over in the evening light, the sun beams shining against his hair like a halo. "Thanks for coming with me."

JJ's smile widens as you say it, and he drapes an arm over your shoulder, pulling you into his side. His hug is tight and comforting, and he's so warm despite only being in his old grey tee and cargo shorts. "No problem princess, no Pogue goes into battle alone."

You laugh at that, and you swear you can hear JJ's breath catch, if only for a second. He doesn't seem to acknowledge it, however, so neither do you, leaning into his side just a little more.

The mainland is way busier than Kildare, and even though you've been there many times before, the differences to your natural Outer Banks habitat always seem to surprise you. You can't get away with as much in Charleston as you can in the figure eight, let alone the cut.

"D'you got the invite?" JJ asks, hand on your shoulder as you walk down the street. You got off the ferry an hour ago and, as of right now, are scanning the street signs for directions to the venue. The wedding is tomorrow, but you insisted on mapping out your route, so you knew where you were headed when the time came. You pull the envelope from your pocket and hand JJ the invite as your eyes drift from place to place.

"Look, Y/N let's just ask someone for directions tomorrow, or better yet, GPS." His hand gives your shoulder a gentle squeeze and you turn to face him, finally giving in.

"Okay, but I swear to god JJ if we miss this wedding—"

JJ's laugh cuts you off and he removes his hand from you "Am I mistaken or were you not the one complaining about this little trip ten minutes ago?"

At that, you slap him on the shoulder, moving forward toward the nearest fast-food shop you can see. "I need to make an appearance so I can see their faces, Jay. I need to see my sister's utter disgust."

JJ jogs up beside you just as you enter the closest store, picking up a menu as he passes the counter. "What's your sister's name anyway? Gotta make a good impression."

"The devil incarnate." You turn to face him just to see the smile on his face as you say it, and it's there and wide as it ever could be.

"You really hate her, don't you?" JJ says, eyes moving to scan the special deals on the wall of the restaurant. You follow his lead, reading over the prices with minimum focus.

"I don't hate her, she's my sister, I just dislike her views on—almost everything."

"Including Pouges?" JJ presses, eyes flitting to your figure.

"Including Pouges." You confirm, JJ running a hand through his hair as he watches you, thinking a thousand things about your being.

"I bet she hates that you're one of us, huh?"

To that you look at him, the smallest of smirks falling to your face at the sight of the tired, blue-eyed boy. "I was always a Pogue JJ, they just didn't want to admit it. Now they have to."

-

The next day, you're exhausted, waking up in a cheap hotel, its walls covered in bubbly, chipping, white paint. JJ is in the other bed across the room, passed out with his cheek squished up against the hard hotel pillows. He's in his clothes from yesterday, though at some point during the night, he discarded his t-shirt in favour of the cold night air on his skin.

"JJ, wake up." You watch JJ's still body unresponsive to your words, and when you say them again louder, with little to no reaction from the boy, you almost think he could have died in his sleep.

"JJ, get up, holy shit you sleep like a log." You're out of bed now and standing over JJ with your hands on his shoulders. Your skin touching his own is enough to set alight something in JJ, waking him without you needing to give him a single shake.

"Good morning to you too." He grumbles, hand moving over the top of yours. "What's the time?" His voice comes out a tired slur as he moves into a sitting position begrudgingly.

"We have an hour, Jay, we slept in."

To that JJ groans even louder, throwing his legs over the side of the bed, ready to stand. Once he does so you rush over to your bag, grab your things, and move into the bathroom. JJ gets dressed by his bed, pulling on his white button-up and trying his best to smooth out the wrinkles with his hands. He can't lie that he does in fact want to make a good impression, on you if not your family. He doesn't need to impress you, you're already one of his best friends, but for some reason, he felt the strong urge to try and do so. When you come out of the bathroom JJ realizes why. It all seems to click in his head, the reason why he was trying too hard to remove the creases from the fabric of his pants and straighten the collar of his shirt. It all made sense when he saw you. You're in a sundress, cute and simple, but JJ finds his mouth agape at the sight and he thinks perhaps you in a sundress may be his kryptonite.

"Well don't you look handsome," The sound of your voice as you approach sends shockwaves down JJ's spine and he knows then that maybe he wants a little more of you than what he's got.

"Oh, this old thing?" JJ pulls at the fabric of his shirt, a wide grin forming on his lips as he tries to mask the beating of his heart. "This's just a little something I threw on." He's making eye contact, even though it's hard not to look at everything else.

"You look fucking great." He takes your hand in his own, thumb running over the back of it, feeling your skin against his. You smile, and with pride, JJ watches as your face flushes.

"We better get a move on Jay," You clear your throat and JJ smiles a little wider, taking in you and the sundress again. "We can get breakfast on the way and brush our teeth in the car." You're still talking as you move toward the door, and JJ squeezes your hand which is still tightly wrapped in his own.

"Are we just gonna leave our bags here?" JJ gestures toward the pile of both his and your things, and you shake your head, moving back over to your bags and letting go of JJ's hand. You grab your things, waiting for JJ to follow suit, before you leave the hotel room, checking out with JJ close behind.

-

The wedding is packed when you get there and you highly doubt your sister or her husband to be, have this many friends. You think it's safe to bet that your sibling has never spoken to half of these people in her life. Walking in with JJ, however, is a relief. It's a weight off your shoulders to have someone you trust by your side when running into the line of family fire, even if he does just head straight for the drinks and appetizers being served.

"So, when do you think we'll start to be heckled and chased out of here with pitchforks?" JJ's mouth is stuffed with some kind of cracker, his voice muffled.

"Hopefully never, JJ."

You take one of the appetizers for yourself before JJ can swallow them all, ushering the boy over to a seat to watch the ceremony. It's long, drawn out, and rather boring, but there are a few old people shedding tears and wiping them away with fancy monogrammed handkerchiefs, clearly enjoying the show more than you ever could. JJ's knee bobs up and down beside yours, the boy never able to sit still, and you loop your arm through his as you sit and watch your sister wed a man you've never met.

"God, how can she walk in those shoes?" Your voice comes as a whisper next to JJ's ear, and your close proximity makes him shiver.

"I dunno, but I reckon you could do it better." JJ's eyes follow your sister as she walks arm in arm with her new husband, his brows furrowed and you laugh, the sound masked by clapping and cheers of the other guests.

"Do what better Jay? Walk in those shoes? Not a chance." You're looking over your shoulder now as you wait for your sister's figure to disperse and JJ steals what might be seen as a longing glance your way.

"You can do fucking anything, baby." His own words startle him, but you more so, your head snapping his way with wide but mischievous eyes.

"Baby?" You question the nickname, trying to hide a smile.

JJ clears his throat, shifting in his seat before standing with the rest of the guests, offering you a hand just for show. "What'd you mean?"

"You just called me baby." You say it again, staring him down, and this time you let your smile show. It's embarrassing for JJ only because he really did enjoy not only saying the word but using it to refer to you. It made him feel warm and secure in the fact he had you with him, but now he was damn worried you hated him for it. Your smile says otherwise.

"Maybe I did, maybe I didn't. We'll never know."

You laugh, looping your arm through his again. "Oh, I think we already know."

JJ doesn't say anything to that, instead opting to nudge his elbow into your side, a nervous smile plaguing his features. He's leading you away from the seats and you know he's heading back to the appetizers table when you're stopped by two people. They step in front of you and JJ, blocking your path, and when you lock eyes with them your heart sinks. It's your parents, with rather stern looks on their faces.

"Y/N, you came." It's a long, drawn-out sentence provided by your mother, your father placing a hand on her shoulder—a silent conversation between them. JJ can feel you tense beside him, a figure he can hardly recognize, and though he knows it's not the best idea, he unhooks his arm from yours and trails it around your waist, watching your parents' eyes as he does so. He wants to make a point that you have someone here to protect you, to defend you from whatever nonsense they decide to spout about your being.

"JJ Maybank," JJ extends a hand toward your father and mother. "I don't think we've met." He smiles wide, inviting conversation if they dare to start one, but JJ's last name alone seems to scare them off, and for once JJ is happy for his father’s bad reputation. They choose to ignore him, turning to you with a newfound attitude.

"We'll see you at the reception." Your mothers voice sounds calm enough, but you know she's calculating ways to prevent you from attending as she leaves, your father in tow.

When they're finally out of sight, your shoulders drop from their unusually high place, and you turn to JJ with eyes closed in frustration. "I fucking froze, they just appeared, and I froze." Placing your hands over eyes you let out a quiet groan, irritation consuming you, running across you skin like a flame.

"It wasn't all bad." JJ doesn't know what to do, so he stands there awkwardly, wanting nothing more but to touch you, though he doesn't think he has the right to do so. "Their faces were priceless."

You chuckle, hands falling down by your sides as the other guests begin to mill out the gate, ready for the reception. "We should get going if we've gotta walk to the next hellscape."

JJ takes your hand, his other pointing out the gate as you turn. "I don't think we have to walk, man. They have shuttles."

He's right, and when you follow his gaze, there are four white shuttles filling with people ready to be escorted to the next venue. Others get into their fancy cars, white and black, sleek-looking things, before driving off. You and JJ, however, opt to take the free and less fancy route, and you jump into the first free shuttle that you see. It takes mere minutes to get to the place, and you hadn't realized just how close the locations were to each other until you'd travelled between them, but now JJ offers you a hand as you step out of the shuttle, and you walk with him to the wide open double doors of an ornate hall.

"This shit is crazy man." JJ is staring at the ceiling, which is decorated with huge, hanging soft blue and white lights, leaving you to guide him through the crowds of people.

"Can you please watch where you're going?" You mutter when JJ almost bumps into his fourth person within three minutes. He nods, still looking around, before shaking himself out of his trace.

"Oh, to be a Charleston Kook." JJ swings his arm over your shoulder, words spoken not so quietly into the air surrounding you. A few heads turn, but JJ ignores them, a smile on his lips. "At least we look fucking good right?" He's turned his head to face you, and his close proximity is enough to make even the stablest woman faint.

"Yeah, at least we look good." You send him a smile, though with your heart beating so fast you can't do much more than that. It's then that you see your parents again, sitting at the far table closest to where the bride and groom will later sit. "Fuck." They're looking right at you, and JJ follows your gaze to them when you speak. He feels you tense again and stops dead in his tracks, turning you to face him.

"Why are you so scared of them?"

"I'm not." You sound doubtful, eyes flickering back to your parents as they whisper to each other. JJ can see the concern in your eyes, taking your hands in his own.

"Stop. stop looking at them." His words do nothing to tear back your gaze, and his hands come up to hold your face. "Don't look at them. Look at me."

JJ doesn't regret saying it, but he can't deny that his breath catches in his throat when you do in fact look at him. Only then does it register just what he's doing, where his hands are, and just how easy it would be to kiss you...

But he doesn't. JJ shakes himself free of all the raging thoughts that beg him to do something he shouldn't, and instead he smiles. "Don't let them pull you down, baby."

He's staring you down, gaze softer than it should be for someone that just wants to be friends, and he tries not to flinch when your hands come up to rest atop his on your cheeks. "You did it again."

There's a smile on your lips that matches his, and JJ plays right into your trap. "Did what again?" He's lost in you then, and he hates himself for falling, but he just might be.

"You called me baby." Your grin grows wider, and JJ removes his hands from your face, even though he doesn't want to.

"I guess I did." He's not as nervous this time, perhaps because he's so giddy to be this close to you. "You seemed to like it, though."

JJ is pushing his limits. He knows that well enough, but he's never been one to run from danger. He watches your demeanour change; examines the way your chest pauses movement as you hold in a breath before you speak.

"I guess I did."

Those few words almost kill him, and he's falling again and falling hard. The flirting is heating his body, skin crawling with the urge to pull you closer, press his lips to yours, and never stop touching you. But he just grins, eyeing your lips without shame until both his and your attentions are pulled to something else.

It's the bride and groom waltzing in with smiles on their faces. Your sister looks pleased with herself as if she knows she was rich before but is even richer now thanks to her marrying a man with a fantastically decent job. And then her eyes lock onto you, and things change. She's still smiling, but it falters for a second or two when she examines your figure, as well as the boy beside you. She's heard of JJ, and clearly, it's obvious just who he is when she sees him. JJ dares to put an arm around your waist again, sending fireworks through your body as he leans down to whisper in your ear. "She's pissed. Mission accomplished."

You let out a quiet chuckle, smiling back at your sister and gripping onto JJ, just for the show of it, and definitely not just because you want to.

God, JJ is losing it. The way you touch him makes him feel just that little bit more alive, and it drives him crazy when you pull back and lead him toward a table. He doesn't want to sit down unless he's got you on his lap, he thinks. But you sit in a different seat to him, distance put between you as you wait for the food that is bound to come at such a fancy wedding. He smiles, watching you close as you eye the cake on the other side of the room like a child. JJ wants to go steal it for you, run over and take it, the two of you able to eat it with your hands as laughs escape you. But that's just a fantasy, and soon someone is making a toast to the bride and groom, one that lasts a little too long.

"Have you ever thought about getting married?" your voice comes quietly beside him, and it takes JJ off guard.

"Not specifically." he hasn't thought about marriage, but he has thought about being paired with someone, having a relationship that lasts longer than one night. It's occurring to him now, whilst you're inches away that perhaps he wants that with you. He doesn't let on though, and soon the other man's toast is over, and people begin mingling with each other again. JJ's eyes drift back to the sundress you're wearing subconsciously, and he lets it sink in just how much he actually thinks about you. He doesn't quite understand how he didn't comprehend the way he felt about you sooner.

"JJ." his name falls from your lips, and he's snapped back into reality. Your smile is contagious, and the borderline flirtatious nature of it is deadly and oh so tempting, but he gathers his wits and smiles back.

"What?" He asks, voice matching his expression, but before you can answer, someone is calling your name. When you turn, it's your mother waving you over to her table with your father at her side. You know they want you to come alone, but JJ isn't having it, and he stands when you do, linking his arm with yours again. "Shall we move to the front lines?" His breath brushes against your ear as he whispers to you, and you nod, moving toward your parents' table with caution but confidence, nonetheless.

"Hey, Mom, Dad." you greet them each with a smile, though not a genuine one, and before you or your parents can get another word in, your sister appears like Casper the ghost in her cocaine-coloured wedding dress.

"What are you doing here?" Her voice is shaken, and you would almost think her to be scared if not for the furious look upon her face.

Your sister's eyes flick over to JJ and it's like a teen comedy the way her school bully attitude comes about. "You brought a plus one." She's still eyeing up JJ, most likely assessing whether she has the strength to push the boy from the building. JJ smiles, warm and welcoming and it only infuriates her more.

"I got an invite. Were you not expecting me?" Your voice comes surprisingly steady, and you even find it in yourself to send a mocking smile. It's much easier to fight back against your sister than it is your parents.

"Nice to meet you, ma'am." JJ slips into a fake Southern drawl, and it's absolutely priceless the way not just your sister, but your parents react. Wide eyes and concerned frowns consume the three of them, and it makes everything just that bit better.

Your sister turns back to you, repeating her previous statement despite being very clear the first time. Her intentions are unknown to you, though you enjoy the way her face goes beet red with frustration. "You brought a plus one."

You smile a little wider, looking at JJ with overexaggerated glee you would only see in a Disney movie. "I did, isn't he just the cutest?" You rest your head against his arm for good measure, your mock joy turning true as you watch your sister slowly come to her breaking point. You don't understand why she doesn't want you at her wedding. You understand the late invite, just for good measure, but whilst you never got along, you weren't that bad with each other, and your tendency to prefer Pogue life over your natural Kook habitat was no true reason for exile, yet here you were being pushed further from your family. Not that you entirely minded.

"Y/N, why are you here?" Your sister doesn't speak this time, instead, it's your father, who looks disapproving as ever. JJ feels you tense again, and takes over, just in case you can't make out the words.

"She told y'all already. She got an invite, and who loves to turn those down? You lot invited us, so if you didn't want us here that's kinda on you." It's not the smartest thing to say, but with your arm now looped through his, as though you were a real couple, he doesn't care what he's saying, as long as he's defending you.

"We did not invite you, boy." It's your mother, and she speaks with words direct as a missile, aimed at JJ for the kill. But he deflects expertly, like he always does.

"Well, technically you did." he's giving her one of those scrunched-up face looks that are done in the movies when one character is about to prove the other wrong, and he knows he's got her pinned. "With all due respect, Mrs. L/N, the invite stated a plus one was invited, and that plus one is me. So, if we put two and two together, that means I was invited to this wonderful wedding." He spares a glance at you, finding a small, proud, smile on your lips when he does so. The fact you might be proud of him as well as yourself sends an electrical current through his veins.

"Well, with all due respect to you, Mr. Maybank, I would like you to leave." Your sister is beside herself with anger and you think she might pop from the expanse of it. JJ only smiles, hugging you into his side.

"It's nice to see you've heard of me, all good things I hope." He feels extra confident thanks to the way you lean into him, accepting his affectionate advances as he plays this little game with your family.

"No good things at all. I want you out of here." Your sister isn't going to take no for an answer, and you still don't get why this bothers her so much. What it is about you and your company that she despises, you may never understand.

"You need a reason to kick him out, and so far, he's been nothing but kind to you. It seems quite unfair don't you think?" You carry a look of mock concern as if you're explaining manners to a child. Your sister isn't having it, and you didn't think she would.

"He's a Pogue, Y/N!" Her voice comes louder than it should, and a few heads turn in her direction at the sound of it echoing off of the walls. You don't let it faze you, and JJ stands just as strongly at your side.

"Oh, but he's just so handsome." You lock eyes with JJ, bringing a hand up to his cheek for dramatic effect. "I think I'll keep him."

JJ's heart is racing with the compliment and the touch of your hand, and when you pull it away, he feels as though he's lost a part of him. He winks at you, flirting with absolutely no shame around your family. They don't bother to show him respect, so why should he give them anything close to it? Instead, he focuses all his attention on you because, quite frankly, that's always been his favourite thing to do.

"Y/N," your mother's scraping voice comes again, tearing your eyes back to her table even when JJ internally begs for you to look at him again. "We gave you a chance, and you blew it. Go home."

That gets you riled up, and God does JJ find it attractive when you respond, the utmost fire in your voice. "You never gave me a chance. You didn't even want me to come here, but I did because it's my fucking sister's wedding, and yet you're mad that I exist? And you," You turn toward your sister, eyes tearing deep into her soul. "Why d'you hate me so much? You're no angel yourself, you know." When you finish, no one says anything, dead silence consuming not just your family, but the entire hall you stand in. After a minute or two passes, you're done with it.

"This is so pathetic. You want me to go? I'll go." You take JJ's hand in your own, leading him out after you with your head held high. There's going to be one hell of a fight when both you and your parents meet again back home, but you're okay for now.

"That was one hell of a wedding." JJ laughs, stopping in his tracks once you're down the block. He turns you to face him, and all the anger you felt before melts away at the sight. His blonde hair falls hopelessly into his eyes, smile crooked and sweet. Something about it pulls you in and clearly, JJ feels something similar because soon, he's taking a step forward. "So, you think I'm handsome, huh?"

It's mischievous and playful, and just what you need right now. "I think you are very handsome, JJ Maybank."

"Well," JJ is testing the waters, watching you with cautious, yet needy eyes. "I think you're pretty smokin' hot yourself."

"Is that so?" Your smile is contagious, and your flirting kills him with every breath he takes. "You know," You start the sentence with just as much romantic intention, but JJ doesn't let you finish it. He takes the risk of pulling you in, closer than you've ever been to each other, and he kisses you with an amount of passion he's never felt before. His hands grip your hips, and he knows he shouldn't be doing what he is, but he can't back out now. He's kissing you, and as he does so, he thinks that maybe he never needs to breathe air again. He can just breathe you. But you do pull back eventually, flushed and confused, though JJ made a mental note that you did, in fact, kiss him back.

"Sorry," He mutters, even though he is most definitely not. "I wanted to know what it felt like to do that." His hands are still on your hips, though he doesn't grip them as tight now as he waits for your response. It comes slowly, and you take time to catch your breath and process his words. When you do finally speak, he's taken aback.

"It felt pretty fucking good."

"How did it feel?" You sound so calm, and JJ can't quite believe this is happening to him, but he sure as hell likes it. "How did it feel to kiss me, I mean." Your hands come to rest over JJ's, still placed neatly on your hip bones. You don't move them away, though, and he takes that as a good sign.

You smile then, a smile full of intention that JJ wants so desperately to unlock. "Would you like to try again? You know, to make sure you really know how it felt?"

JJ swears you'll be the death of him one day, but he thinks he'd be content with that if it meant he got to kiss you one more time. And he does, not wasting a single second. He doesn't think he'll ever waste time with you again.

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Can I get a fluffy Tommy Miller x reader? I liked the idea of reader being Joel’s neighbor and maybe Sarah and Joel play matchmaker? Anything works. Love your work

Awww thank you anon! and that's so sweet of you to say, I love me some Tommy 💜💜💜

𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍

pairing: tommy miller x f!reader

genre: fluff, romance

word count: 1.4k

summary: joel and sarah devise a plan so that you and Tommy can go to the farmer's market together.

warnings: sensual strawberry biting, another installment of smoking is bad but sexy and i hate it

Something’s up. You can sense it in the air, shenanigans are taking place, you just don’t know what the end result of said shenanigans are supposed to be. You narrow your eyes at Joel and Sarah, eyes flitting between the father-daughter duo. Most of the time being their neighbor was a delight, unless they were planning something. 

“So tell me again why you can’t take me to the farmer’s market?” you inquire, eyebrows pinched together. “We said we would go together last week, you know I can’t drive,” 

“I have homework,” Sarah exclaims, her smile wide. Joel nods, patting her shoulder. 

“Homework. Needs my help,” 

“Homework?” you repeat, not believing them for a second. Sarah is a grade-A student, there’s no way she left any of her work to the last second, and even if she did, she wouldn’t go to Joel for math homework. 

“Can’t do it without him,” Sarah grins. 

Joel sticks his bottom lip out and shakes his head, “Can’t do it without me.” 

“Alright you two,” you sigh and roll your eyes. “I guess I’ll head ba—” 

“Uncle Tommy can take you!” 

You shoot Sarah a suspicious look, crossing your arms over your chest, you lean forward. But before you can interrogate further, the door slams open. A breathless Tommy stumbles into the house, nearly tripping over his own feet. 

“I’m here! I’m here! I’m—” 

He stops dead in his tracks when he sees you, his face is coated with a sheer amount of sweat, beads of it rolling down his cheeks. His chest heaves, brown eyes moving between Sarah and Joel who looks completely unfazed. 

“You said,” he takes a deep breath, and lets it out. He points to Joel as he attempts to catch his breath. “You said there was an emergency,” 

“There is,” Joel answers, not a care in the world that his brother is seconds away from passing out. “I need to help Sarah with her homework,” he points to you and Tommy’s gaze follows, you feel flustered all of a sudden. “I promised I’d take her to the farmer’s market but can’t,” 

“Since when do you help with homework?” Tommy mutters, rubbing the back of his neck. “But anyway, yeah sure. I’d be happy to,” 

A nervous laughter bubbles in your chest, your hand already reaching out to your bag so you can return home. “That’s okay. I’ll go another time, I wouldn’t want to trouble you,” 

“Don’t worry about it. Besides, I’m already here and have nothin’ better to do,” his hand moves to his back pocket and pulls out a box of cigarettes. He stuffs one between his lips, shaking his finger at Joel. “You, on the other hand, your emergency privileges are under view. Nearly gave me a fuckin’ heart attack,” 

He pulls out the lighter next, but before he can flick the flame alive, Joel shoots him a warning glare. “I swear if you light that death trap in my house…” the rest of the threat trails off but it’s heavily implied what might happen right after. 

Tommy rolls his eyes and grabs your bag before you can, already halfway out the door. “Come on then, let’s get goin’” 

Your hand still mid-air, your turn to Joel and Sarah, “What the hell is happening?” 

“Just move along now,” Joel ushers you out, you notice that Tommy is already in the truck. “Try to have fun,” 

“Fun?” you hiss out, brain still trying to catch up to the new turn of events. “Joel—” 

Sarah chimes in before you can finish, “Buy me some strawberries if they have some!” 

And just like that the door slams shut in your face, leaving you to stand there with your jaw on the ground. You have half the mind to knock and demand to be let back inside for an explanation. 

A loud honk echoes into the air, making you jump. You see Tommy’s hand gesturing for you to come inside. 

Shoulders slumping with defeat, you do exactly that. It isn’t that you don’t want to spend time with him, on the contrary, you wouldn’t mind spending every minute with him. It stings that Joel and Sarah are both abundantly aware of your crush. You always thought that you were masking it quite nicely. What if Tommy noticed as well? 

“If you don’t wanna go we don’t have to,” Tommy’s words bring you back to the moment, you’re sitting in the passenger seat, eyes glued ahead. A pang of immediate guilt tugs at your heart, he probably thinks that you’re ungrateful. 

“No no, I want to. Sorry about that,” 

He nods, cigarette dangling between his lips, “Seatbelt,” he says, twisting the key. 

You’re an idiot. Because instead of putting your seatbelt on, you just stare at him. You’re not really fond of cigarettes, but the way his lips suck on the butt of it makes you weak in the knees. He takes a deep inhale, filling his lungs with smoke. Then he takes the cigarette between two fingers, exhaling a gray smoke that fills the car with a wretched scent. You can’t really complain though. Some part of you wants to press your lips around the cigarette the same way just to feel the heat of his lips. 

You lift your gaze back up, noticing in horror that he’s already staring at you with a crooked grin. “You alright there?” 

“Yup,” you choke out, averting your eyes. “Just—Cigarettes are bad for you, you know?” 

He snorts, taking another deep puff, “So is not wearing a seatbelt,” 

“Shit, I forgot,” you hurriedly put it on, falling to your back with a sigh. “I’m all over the place today,” 

“Don’t worry about it. We all have our days.” 

You’re regretting all the choices that brought you to this moment. Hopping out of the truck, you look around and it’s flooding with people. You weren’t expecting it to be empty but you definitely did not expect it to be this crowded. You hate crowds. 

Tommy appears next to you and he brushes his shoulder upon yours, your face feels heated. “Let’s go,” he says. “So what did you want to buy anyway?” 

“Sarah said she wanted strawberries,” the sun beating down on your skin, you manage to pull out a small list you had made prior. “I don’t need a lot. Just some fruit and veg—I definitely need to buy some blueberries. I want to make some muffins this week,” 

“Sounds delicious,” Tommy says with a soft smile that nearly blinds you. Looking back down, you nod. 

You navigate through the bustling market, surrounded by a symphony of sights, sounds, and scents. Colorful stands overflow with ripe fruit and fragrant flowers, and the air is thick with the sweet fragrance of a warm autumn day. You feel Tommy's hand on your hip, guiding you through the crowd, and your heart flutters at his touch. You lean into it without thinking, swept away by the sensations of the moment.

As you walk, you take in the details of the market around you. Brightly painted signs advertise plump berries, crisp greens, and juicy citrus. Vendors call out to you, offering samples of their wares. You catch glimpses of shimmering piles of produce, arranged in artful displays. 

Tommy's hand on your hip is a constant reminder of his presence, grounding you in the moment and making you feel safe and protected. You bask in the warmth of his touch, feeling your body responding to him. 

You reach the strawberries, you marvel at the plump, red fruit, each one more tempting than the last. Tommy squeezes your hip, and you turn to him with a strawberry in your hand. 

“Gimme a taste,” he mutters, holding your gaze. You’re slow to lift your hand, pointing the tip of the strawberry to his lips. He bites into it slowly, the plush of his lips grazing against the pads of your fingers. He pulls you closer and you shudder, your breath hitching as he swallows. “Delicious,” 

When he catches your gaze, he grins, your hand is still an inch away from him and he presses his lips into your knuckles. You gasp and pull away, your pulse skyrockets and the rest of the noise fades into the background. 

“Sorry was that a bit too strong?” he asks, eyes dropping from yours but hand still on your hip. “I think Joel and Sarah might’ve had a plan in mind and I thought…Anyway never mind it’s stupid,” 

“Tommy,” your heart nearly stops when he lifts his gaze back up. You swallow. “Do you want to go on a date?” 

His wide smile soothes your chest and you find yourself smiling as well.

"Joel and Sarah are gonna be thrilled."

[the-oracles-maw]

downtime

Miguel is hard on you because he cares. Set after the events of beyond the spider verse I guess?? So very, very not canon.

father figure! Miguel o'hara x reader

It's been a while since you've come into headquarters voluntarily.

And Miguel's noticed.

You see, you were perhaps a social experiment for the hardheaded spider-man.

"You're good for him," another spider-man, Peter B., had told you one day when he insisted on introducing you to his rambunctious toddler, Mayday. That was also the day he told you about that kid. Miles.

You have yet to meet him. But apparently, Miles' appearance sent shockwaves throughout the Spider-Society, bringing it to the brink of disbanding. You came along sometime after it, into the arms of angry and protective spider-people, who at first, didn't want you anywhere near their leader.

Miguel was exasperated by you. How, he thought, could such a natural talented spider, like you, even at a relatively young age! Be so goddamn lazy? And reckless! He stared at you as you lay buried beneath your quilts in the apartment the society provided for you like a slug. Truly, it was fascinating how heavy you slept.

He wondered if you played possum during your missions and he didn't know. If it turns out you did, he'd rip you a new one.

"(name,)..." His voice uncharacteristically soft, but still edged with annoyance as he approached you, before firmly shaking your shoulder with a heavy sigh. "Oye, (name.) Up, up, up. It's past noon."

Somewhere, you were far, far away. You have a hand at whatever is trying to coax you from wonderful, wonderful slumber. You mutter something into your pillow, but with Miguel's enhanced hearing, it sounded an awful lot like "Go fuck yourself."

Miguel raised a graceful brow at your half-conscious protest. Tossing all self control out the window, and knowing you're a sleep deprived monster who sleeps fully clothed, he grabs your ankles and begins to gradually drag you from your pillow and off the other side of the bed.

"Jesus Christ! Okay! Okay! I'm getting up!"

"This cannot be healthy for you, (name.) Sleeping until noon. Ever thought about going to bed earlier? Putting aside your games for once?"

"Pot, meet kettle, asshole."

"Touché."

He's still lingering in your tiny apartment, passing you a warm empanada as you exit your bedroom, hair in a towel and spider-suit donned. "Seriously, it's a miracle you haven't missed a mission."

"I have a system!" You protest, biting into the empanada, the savory meat waking you right up.

"Uh huh, sure. Come on, eat. I got a job for you."

"Oh come on!" You protest with a mouth full. "It's Saturday, dude!"

Miguel said nothing, just looking back at you.

Shoving the rest of the empanada in your mouth you grumble. "Mn.. Fine. Fuck you, then."

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You saw this coming a mile away. And boy, did you give Ben hell for not watching your six on this mission. Even when he patted your shoulder saying to follow him, adding in "you've earned some downtime," was just a ploy to soften you up for the incoming lecture.

"I thought you were better than that, (name,) running headfirst into the anomalies. You could've missed and sent them running loose!"

"That was not me," you argued back. "Not this time." You turn away from him. You're really not in the mood for this debate. You're exhausted and in pain.

"Really? Who was it then?"

"Ben."

"Oh, we're pointing fingers now?"

"You're kidding right? I already talked to him! He went out to do his own thing!" You argued back and showed him your arm, watered and bruised from a harsh landing. You don't bother to look at the state of your badly aching chest. Miguel gave a long look at you and shook his head.

"Hey, let me ask you something," you say suddenly, despite the pain in your chest, you're raising your voice. Perhaps the adrenaline produced for your injuries was doing you some good. "How come whenever something goes wrong, your first instinct is that it had something to do with me? Why do you crawl up my ass all the time?"

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me! I'm not a child, Miguel." Miguel was certainly thinking about arguing back that you were acting like one, with your arms folded and raised voice, so he did just that.

"You don't even listen to me!" Your voice had become a sudden shout, capturing the attention of mingling spider-people, now staring at you and their boss. A few shaking their heads. Another few departing.

Feeling the countless eyes on him, (and being very much aware that more than a few of his subordinates were still pretty angry at him,) he sighed and shook his head. "Alright... you know what, (name)? Come... let's... talk about this."

His voice was uncharacteristically quiet. Even when he ordered the lingering spider-people out. Even when he urged you to sit. You were absolutely seething with anger, not exactly willing to hear him out. Still, his expression remained soft.

"Look, I... I know I'm tough on you." He began. You opened your mouth to fire something back, but he raised a hand to stop you. "I know. It doesn't feel like I'm trying to help you out-"

"The why bother?" You interrupt him. "Why try if you know every time I'm going to fuck something up? You happen to have a knack for these things. Especially if it's my fault that everything goes wrong."

Miguel was surprised to see tears starting to prick at your eyes. "Hey, no, nena, that's not it-" He's not sure where or how the nickname slipped, but he decided to roll with it. He sighed again. "You know what, maybe I'm just... not expressing this correctly."

Fuck, Miguel felt like an idiot right now. But it was as close to explaining why he was so tough on you as he could get. He scooted a little closer to you, bending down to look you in the eye as you bowed your head. "You remember what I told you that day? When I first took you in."

Clear as the fucking day, you thought. When the spider-society, or more specifically, Miguel, discovered you, the lone survivor of a universal collapse, he was much worse with his words.

"Yeah, you said I wasn't a huge mistake. Just the byproduct of a huge mistake."

Miguel visibly blushed at this recounting. You turn away from him. "I don't need the reminder that a fault in the system is all I'll ever be to you, asshole." Your voice was cracking. The pain in your arm and chest and your exhaustion was getting to you, and you were crumbling."

"(name)..." Miguel reached out, and tried to place a comforting hand on your shoulder, but you noticeably, painfully flinched.

"Fuck, I'll take you to get that checked out."

"I... I'll do it..." You're barely stringing a sentence together.

"Look at you," Miguel sighed. "I bet you can barely walk in this state. And I don't know how I feel about leaving you alone right now, nena. I still wanna talk." And there was the nickname again.

" Do you remember why, I said I decided to take you under my wing?"

You don't answer, sniffling. Miguel's lips curl up into a small smile. "Come on, nena. I know you know. I know you have a photographic memory like that. Freaks me the hell out. But, come on. I wanna hear you say it."

"I'm still spider-woman." You respond. Now looking up at him.

"And?"

You blink away the last of your tears. "You'll be there every step of the way, anomaly with nowhere to go or not. I'm spider-woman."

"Damn right you are." And with that, Miguel pulled you into a tight hug. His free hand gently petting your hair. You can't help but to bury your tearful face pitifully into his shoulder and whimper into it. "...And damn right I will, nena. Got me?"

You sniff. "...yeah."

"Now you listen to me, you're not a mistake. And... yeah, you're a pain, but you're not a disappointment. All I want is to look out for you. I'm a hard ass on you because I care. This is me caring."

"You have a funny way if showing it."

"I know, nena, I know." He continues to rub your hair. "I'm working on it." He gently lets you go, placing both hands ever so lightly on your shoulders, avoiding your injuries. "Why don't we get you patched up, yeah? Like I said, you could use some downtime."

You smile at that. "Sure. Everything is killing me." Miguel sighed as he outstretched a hand for you to help you up. "Am I gonna have to carry you?"

"This fine ass princess? Maybe."

"Ay, por dios, (name.)" There she was. The snarky, sassy you he's come to cherish like you were his own flesh and blood. Yeah, he thought. He's hard on you because he cares.

Perhaps he should, starting in the infirmary, express to you more of that "cares."

Peter B. was right. You were good for Miguel. And fuck him, Miguel thought, shaking his head with a smile.

[yuheartss]

𝐂𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐎𝐍 𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐘 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑

IN WHICH — saiki k meets a girl with a pink afro, she reminds him of cotton candy …

౨ৎ WC? 742 wordss

౨ৎ warnings! - fem!reader, fluff, unedited , lowercase intended!

౨ৎ a/n: I think I made him a little ooc but I hope not.. if I did please tell me! constructive criticism is welcome js don’t b mean₊ ⊹₊ ⊹

you always hung out with Kaidou, not because he was your only friend or anything— it’s just that he was just one of the people who didn’t give you weird looks about your skin or hair, you moved to Japan when you were in junior high and been here ever since your mum got a job transfer

today, kaidou was going to introduce you to his friends from his class, of course, you were very nervous you thought of the worst possible situations ever. What if they make weird comments about my hair?? You thought, twisting some of your curls around your finger

Kaidou seemed to notice your nervousness and patted you back, “don’t be nervous! My friends are great- not saying you aren’t, your like really great but- it’s just- you know..” you laugh at his attempt to cheer you up “thanks kaidou” you chuckled now getting up from the bench you were on

his friends finally showed up, a big guy with a strangely enormous butt chin, a pink haired boy who looks like he’s so done with everything, three girls (one which was glowing somehow??) a boy with red hair, and two other purple haired boys

“You sure do have a lot of friends Kai…” you muttered as he awkwardly chuckled, you stood up straight as a foot shorter yet glowing girl approached you with a brunette and orange brown behind her, the glowing girl took your hands in hers “your so pretty! I love your hair! What’s your name? I’m teruhashi kokomi!”

Teruhashi gave you a smile that blinded you for a bit but you could just see that her face screams not as pretty as me but your still good looking you gave her an awkward smile “hi.. I’m l/n y/n nice to meet you teruhashi and thanks!”

Teruhashi introduced the shorter girl as Yumehara and the girl to her left as chi sati she waved at you while she was scarfing down a double cheeseburger now this this is what impressed you she had a whole bag full just waiting to be devoured

Then teruhashi introduced the red haired boy, which everybody called him hairo so you will too then both of the purple boys greeted you themselves the firsts name was koboyasu and the second was Toritsuka; almost immediately they began to share both of their life story with you

You stood there with all your weight on your right leg slowly tuning out the boys and the rest of the gang why are they telling me their life story!?! I don’t care! You thought, whining softly underneath your breath someone nudges your arm softly you looked up at the also pink haired guy he nods his head at you and walks off “follow me” you hear a voice in your head

You turn back to the crew then at kaidou then you look back at the guy you hesitantly take a step forward “good grief..we’ll be back they won’t even know we’re gone” you pause for a sec and mutter an ok before walking away with him wait what if he kidnaps me?! What the hell am I doing—

“Don’t flatter yourself” he says, walking in front of you, your eyebrow twitched in annoyance to which a faint smile lands upon his lips “so where are we going?” You ask now walking side by side

“I was going to the convenient store before they showed up and dragged me along, so that’s where we’re going” he informed you looking at your hair, he must’ve been staring for a while because you noticed “what?” You questioned him getting a little defensive

“Your hair…” he began as he opened the door to the store for you “what about it?” You say following him as he went to get his snack of choice, he picked out some coffee jelly that came in three

He didn’t answer, you sighed and went to get a dessert too “you know…I’ve never even asked for your name..” you say just know realizing that you’ve been with this teen and never asked he turned to you as he payed for both of your treats “Saiki”

“Okay saiki, tell me what you were gonna say about my hair” you semi demand and quietly thanking him for buying the treat, you can clearly see him hesitating “just say it man” you hurry starting to get impatient

“….it reminds me of cotton candy”

[hinatastinygiant]

1 | Vdekja

Pairing: Uzui x Fem!Reader

The Emptiness You Left

"Y/N, I'm scared," your little sitter whispers to you as she clings onto your arm. The two of you and your younger brother sit in a small crate, listening to the sounds of screams and moans echo through the night.

"I know," you tell her, "I am too. But you can't cry." You put a finger to your lips to emphasize your point, looking at her tear-filled eyes. "Just look at Inosuke. Look at how brave he's being," you then say as you look at your brother who is sitting in the corner of the crate, his knees pulled up to his chest.

She nods, wiping her tears.

Suddenly, a loud shriek rings in your ears and the sound of something being dragged away follows. She begins to sniffle again and you have to shush her once more. "Hey, hey, look at me," you tell her. "Everything will be okay. Just trust me, alright?"

"B-but we're going to all get separated!" she exclaims.

You're about to tell her that's not true when the door to your crate suddenly slams open and a pair of hands reach in and grab you by the hair. You're pulled out and meet face-to-face with a blond man with the wildest eyes you've ever seen before. You're pretty sure they look like rainbows, but you're probably just seeing things.

He pulls you to your feet and pushes you against the outside of the crate. He then stares at you in what you can only describe as hatred and anger.

But when he speaks, you hear the complete opposite, and it makes your head spin even faster. "Who are you?" he asks softly.

"Y/N, sir," you answer.

"What are you doing here?" he then asks.

"M-my family got evicted from where we were staying and we had no choice but to go out on the streets. We've been there for almost a week, and then some people came and grabbed us," you explain, hoping that he'll understand why you're in the situation you're in. Maybe he's not as bad as you thought.

"And your parents?" he questions, leaning so close to you that you can see your reflection in his eyes.

"They're...they're dead," you whisper.

He pauses and looks back to the crate. "You have two little ones with you, too? Such a good big sister you are," he says.

Your face begins to heat up. "It's my duty as an older sibling."

"I understand," he sighs, taking a step back. "I'm not going to kill you, Y/N. You don't have to be so afraid. In fact, I am going to take all three of you with me. Does that sound okay?"

You nod slowly, your hands shaking. You don't have any reason to doubt him, so you'll just trust him. "Thank you."

"Don't thank me yet," he tells you, grabbing your hand and dragging you along. "Come along, now."

"But...what about them?" you ask.

"Don't worry, they're coming with us," he reassures. "Come on, now you two! Hurry up or you'll get left behind!"

As the two of you walk away, your little brother and his sitter crawl out of the crate and follow behind the two of you. The four of you then make your way into a car, and as soon as you're all inside, the driver takes off.

"So," the man starts, "where do you live?"

"Nowhere," your brother scoffs quietly, earning a nudge in the arm from you.

"What my brother means to say is that we were living in an abandoned building. It's gone now, though," you explain, hoping that the man won't question any further.

"How tragic," he mutters. "And your parents? When did they die?"

"A long time ago," you answer as you look down at your little sister. "Right after my sister was born. There was an attack. Both of our parents died and we were sent to an orphanage. Until they kicked us out because of my age."

The man nods, "I understand. You're an adult now, so you're no longer a child."

"But Y/N is my sister," your little sister cries. "You can't just sell her off like that!"

The man laughs softly and leans forward to pat your little sister on her head. "Don't worry, dear, that's not what I intend on doing."

"I-it's not?" she questions.

"Of course not," he smiles, and you can't help but feel slightly uncomfortable. "You three will be staying with me until further notice. I have a big home, too. It's called Eternal Paradise Faith."

"Woah," she gleams. "What's it like?"

"Well, it's a big building for people who have nowhere else to go," he tells her. "I'm the leader of it."

"So...we'll be working for you?" you ask.

"Only if you want to," he replies just as the car goes over a bump. Your stomach churns, and for a second you think you're going to be sick. "Do not worry, this is just a short ride. We're almost there."

Sure enough, you arrive at a large building shortly after. When you get inside, you are all given the same clothes and brought into separate rooms to sleep.

The rainbow-eyed man comes to check in on you that night with a plate of food. "I know you must be starving," he says as he sets the plate down next to you.

"I'm not very hungry," you mumble.

"You don't have to lie," he smiles, his hands in his pockets.

"I just want to see my siblings," you explain.

"And you will, after the three of you get a good night's sleep," he says, walking to the door. "Goodnight, Y/N."

"Wait," you call out just as he reaches the door.

"Yes?"

"What's your name?" you ask.

"Doma."

You pause for a moment. "Thank you, Doma."

"No need to thank me. You should be thanking the one who gave me this opportunity," he tells you before disappearing into the hall. What the hell is that supposed to mean?

That night, you struggle to sleep. Although the mattress you're on is extremely comfortable, your mind is racing and your stomach is twisting and turning. You can't imagine how your younger siblings are feeling. So, you decide to sneak out of your room and quietly sneak down the hallway to find them.

It doesn't take long until you hear the sounds of your little sister crying. You whisper her name and quietly step in her room. Immediately, she wraps her arms around you and begins to cry harder.

"It's okay," you soothe, hugging her tightly.

"I-I'm scared," she sniffles.

"Don't be. We're going to be alright," you tell her. "This is a good place for us to stay for now. It's like living with a rich person."

"But..." she hiccups, "will we still see each other?"

"Yes," you smile, remember that's what Doma promised you earlier. "After we get some rest."

"And what about Inosuke?" she then asks, referring to your brother.

"I'll check on him next," you promise. "I'll make sure both of you are alright."

"Okay," she smiles. "Can you stay with me tonight?"

"I don't think so," you shake your head apologetically. "I'm sorry."

"No, please, Y/N. You have to stay!" she shouts, grabbing tighter onto you.

"Let go! Stop being so loud. We're going to get in trouble!" you say.

"No we're not! No one is even out here," she says.

"Just let me go. I'll come back, I promise," you say, trying to remove her little hands but she continues to dig her nails into your arm so hard that you begin to bleed.

"Get off of me!" you yell.

"No!" she cries.

You sigh, "If you don't let me go, I won't come back!"

"I don't care!" she screams, letting you go and falling onto her bed.

Just then, you hear a rumbling noise grow closer and closer until the door flies open and Doma appears. He looks taller than he was before, taking up more space in the doorway than you remember. His multicolored eyes glow down at the two of you.

Instinctfully, you grab your sister tight just as Doma comes bounding closer, his face twisted and demonic. Your sister screams and Doma reaches for her. You try to shield her with your body, but you're thrown aside by his strength and land on the floor.

He grabs your sister by her ankles and drags her towards the door. She kicks and screams, begging for help, but he doesn't seem to care.

"Stop!" you shout as you stand back up. But before you can get close enough, he's holding her up in the air with one hand. You feel disoriented by the horrible sight before you. Your sister isn't just hanging upside down, her head is completely turned backwards and she is completely covered in her own blood.

"No!"

The Emptiness You Left

[forpiratereasons]

meeting stede bonnet

a slow meandering through June. prompt eight: family

day 1 | day 2 | day 3 | day 4 | day 5 | day 6 | day 7 | day 8 | day 9 | day 10

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Stede Bonnet was having a very good morning. The sun was shining. The birds were singing. He had a great pin on today: a rose, in rainbow colours.

And he’d woken up with Ed, sleep-soft and warm and drowsy in his arms.

Hard to beat that. It didn’t even matter that Stede was running late to work. Because Ed Teach was a snuggler, and was not bothered in the least by morning breath when kisses were involved, and was really enthusiastic about the idea that a thing worth doing was a thing worth doing twice.

Yes, it was a very good morning.

“Good morning, crew!” Stede called out as he entered the bookshop. He shook a box of sorry-I’m-late pastries at the staff currently hovering around the check-out counter. “Hello, morning!”

Roach clapped Oluwande on the shoulder and said, inexplicably, “Nope. Nope, this is not for me, not today,” before he shuffled off.

Frenchie followed with an apologetic smile. “I’d love to stick around for this,” he said, “but I really don’t want to.”

Stede frowned. He looked back at Oluwande, who sighed, resignedly, and Lucius, who—“Lucius, you weren’t on the schedule today.”

“I’m not actually here,” Lucius said quickly.

“Yes, you are. I can see you.”

“That’s not really what he meant,” Oluwande said. He blew out another breath, closed his eyes for a moment, then said, in a not-at-all-convincingly casual tone, “So, Stede. Have a good—night? Last night?”

“Plan B?” Lucius whispered to him, before Stede could respond.

“Absolutely Plan B,” Oluwande confirmed, with considerable relief. Lucius patted the counter and disappeared.

“As a matter of fact,” Stede said, determined not to let his very strange staff get in the way of his very good morning, “I did have a good night.”

He paused, waiting to see if Oluwande was going to ask him to elaborate.

“Good,” Oluwande said eventually. “Good. That’s good. I had like, just a regular night. Regular, boring old night! Pizza night. Good to have a night like that some nights.”

“’Course. Sure.”

Stede waited again. There seemed to be something they were waiting for, but—

“Right, well, thanks for the pastries,” Oluwande said suddenly, just as Stede caught sight of Lucius slipping out of the back hallway, giving two thumbs up. “Oh, um, I just remembered, I left you some invoices to check. In your office. On your desk.”

Stede didn’t usually do invoicing until Monday afternoons—always the slowest days of the week—but he snagged a pain au chocolate anyway and made his way down to his office.

He picked up the first invoice in the pile, and then found what had been tucked underneath it: a book.

The Joy of Gay Sex.

Ah, Stede thought.

For a long time, that was all he thought. He kept trying to think the next thought, the one that ought to come after it, but he just kept circling around that same one. Ah. Right.

He wandered, slightly stunned, back out to the counter, where Roach, Frenchie, Lucius, and now also Jim had materialized. Even Wee John, who was not even Stede’s employee but who belonged to Frenchie in some way or another, had taken up residence in one of the shop’s armchairs. They all looked at Stede expectantly.

Stede looked at them.

They looked at Stede.

Stede said, “I’m gay.”

“Oh, thank god,” Lucius blurted. “For a minute there I thought we’d got it wrong.”

“Just a jumping off point,” Frenchie said, rubbing Lucius’ back while he caught his breath. “The book. Some of it’s a little outdated, but it’s a classic. It’s a start.”

Surprisingly, it was Jim who added, “I emailed you some websites, too. For the more updated stuff. Read it, be safe, never talk to me about any of this again.”

“It’s a bit like—being family,” Oluwande said, and everyone nodded along with him. “We watch out for one another, when we can.”

There was something thick and rough in Stede’s throat. Something hot behind his eyes. He tried several times to think of something to say, but in the end all he could muster was a small, tight, “Thank you.”

“And if you happened to get that guy’s number,” Roach said with a sharp grin, a wicked wink, as Stede flushed instantly, “his assistant is looking for him.”

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seven.

“You spent the night in his bed??” Nique screams into the phone, making Zora sigh heavily.

“I was on his couch, Nique.”

“Mmhm, you ain't gotta lie to me, girl!”

“I'm not! I'll hang up on you. You know I'll do it.” She idly threatens.

“Okay, okay. Put the guns down, chile. So tell me, did he sleep on this comfy sofa with you?” She asks, twirling her hair like Zora can see her.

Zora gives another sigh, this time dreamy. “We mighta cuddled until I fell asleep.”

“Ew, how cute! Girl, if you don't make that man your boyfriend already!”

“I just might have to, Nique. He's so so.”

“I know. You better climb his long ass before somebody else do!”

“Yeah, and they'll end up like Cory. Jerked the fuck up.”

Nique let's out the ugliest cackle, ultimately making Zora join in and offer a snicker of her own, since she was at work.

“You stupid, man.”

“I woulda loved to have seen that, man! I just know his stupid ass was tryna save face, still.”

“It's like you were here, cause he really tried to keep that cracked ass face together. He knew better than to tell Linda, too.”

“He better stay hidden or boyfriend gon kick that ass! He's such a lame ass wigga.” Nique says without missing a beat, making Zora choke on air.

“What did you just call him?!”

“A wigga! He's like B-rad without the game— ya know, the little bit he had, that is. I mean, it got him Shondra!”

“It did. She loved his goofy ass.”

“Put his hands all in that good hair of hers! I woulda broke them knuckles!”

“Chile!”

“So, what do the lovebirds got goin’ on this evening?”

“Well, he's meeting me here again, even though he desperately wanted to pick me up, but I had to run home and shower and stuff. Uh, we'll probably grab some food on the way back to his place, I'm not sure yet.”

“All this hanging out! I'm jealous! Where's my boo at??”

“He only got a sister, babe. Not sure if she swings that way.”

“Zora, if I swing through this phone.”

“I'm playing! Gosh, put the guns down.” She mocks, knowing Nique’s far from amused.

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“How was your day?” Zora asks Leon, picking the pepperoni off her slice of pizza.

“It was better. We squashed our shit, so work ran smoothly like it needed to.”

“Good! I know that's weight off your shoulders.”

“Absolutely. I hate being at odds with my people. But how was your day?”

“It was good. The restaurant was pretty dead today, so I took an hour for lunch and chopped it up with Nique. She said “hey”, like always.”

He smiles. “She's a good friend to you, I can tell.”

“The bestest ever.” She smiles back, biting into her slice.

“So, where's your best friend at?”

“We haven't talked in years. Stopped seeing eye to eye once I stopped runnin’ with him and taking the fall for both of us.”

“Oh, that's not fair.”

“Yeah, we had that conversation too, but it is what it is. I had to grow up and I always pray that he's done the same.”

“That's sweet of you. I know how tough friendship breakups can be.”

“Sounds so funny, when you say it out loud. Like we were in a relationship.” He snorts, making her do the same.

“Well, it is a relationship! A platonic one. I mean, unless y'all had it like that, too.” She raises a brow, to which he waves her off.

“Zora, please.”

“I'm just kidding,” she laughs, finishing off her slice.

“So, is there a romantic relationship in the cards for you and me?” Leon asks, staring at her smiling face.

“I think you already know the answer to that.”

“Yeah, but I wanna be correct. Leave no room for what I think.”

“Yeah, it's in the cards. A couple cards away, but it's there.”

“Good to know.” He says, sitting back against the cushions and patting the space beside him.

She obliges, dusting her hands off on her sweats and crawls into his side, smiling to herself as he wraps his arm around her.

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A little more prepared for their sleepover this go round, she'd packed her toothbrush, along with every other hygiene product she'd need once she'd woken up.

The first time, she woke up alone cause she didn't wanna change his routine, just cause she was sleeping over. But, this morning, she was definitely still wrapped up in his arms.

Not having to work another eight hour shift, she was also able to indulge in the breakfast he'd promised her.

And man, was it delicious.

“Mm! I might just keep you around.” She jokes, making him chuckle and pour another line of syrup on her waffles.

“Would you like some coffee, beautiful?” He asks.

“Yes, please. Light on the sugar.”

“You're sweet enough, huh?” He quips, making her nose wrinkle up.

“That was so corny, but so cute.” She giggles as he shakes his head, beginning to move around his kitchen.

“Cream?”

“Just a splash.” She answers, digging back into her fluffy eggs. Also eyeing the way his back muscles were flexing underneath his dark t-shirt.

Her gaze raises up to his handsome face once he turns back around with a mug in his hand to sit in front of her. She graciously thanks him.

“I haven't brushed my teeth yet, stop trying to kiss me.” She snorts, watching him slyly lean onto the counter for the third time.

“I don't care about your morning breath, girl. Gimme them syrupy lips.” He says, leaning a little further in than he had.

Rolling her eyes, she meets the rest of the way for a couple sweet kisses, pulling away once she feels herself starting to slip.

“See? Trouble.”

“I'm the good kind, though.”

“Yeah, I'll be the judge of that.”

“Alright.” He leans up from the counter. “Spend the day with me.”

“I thought you had to work.”

“I just took off.” He shrugs.

“You can't just do that.”

“You let me worry about that.”

“Leon…” she eyes him, still eating her food.

“Come on, you know you love my company just as much as I love yours. We can go on another picnic or something.”

She sighs, as if she's really trying to put up a fight.

“Come on…” he pleads again with puppy eyes, reeling her all the way in.

“Okay, okay. I'll spend the day with you.”

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Finding a perfect patch of grass behind a big oak tree, the pair spread the green blanket out and placed the wooden picnic basket in the center, before sitting down.

“Do you like picnics because I like them?”

“Yes and no,” he smiles. “My mama used to take me and Eryn on ‘em all the time. We'd feed the ducks the food we'd have left over. We'd play til the sun fell from the sky. For a single mama, it was a great way to tire us out.”

She laughs at the last part, relating heavily. “Okay, I just wanted to make sure I wasn't dragging you out here and you secretly hated it or something.”

“Nah, no worries. I'm a nature boy, sometimes.” He says, handing her the strawberry soda she'd asked him to pick up, when he ran into the convenience store on the way here.

“Sometimes,” she repeats, popping open the container that holds a double decker with bacon that he'd also taken the time to make for them to indulge in.

“Mm, this looks so good!”

“My world famous sandwich, girl. It is good.” He firms, making her raise a brow and take a bite, immediately agreeing with him.

Handing her a napkin, he smiles and bites into his own sandwich, mumbling that he told her so.

Letting him have his moment, she looks out at the scenery before them, falling in tune with the sounds of the birds chirping high up in the trees above their heads.

All the while, Leon took the time to marvel at the beauty that Zora is, again.

As always, if someone gave him the chance, he'd convince them that she was otherworldly.

Even dressed down in another one of his t-shirts and her own shorts, with her hair tied up, she was the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen.

As soon as she turned to look at him, he dropped his gaze back to his food, but she'd already caught him.

“Usually, I'd tell you that staring isn't polite, but…”

“But, what?”

She sighs, chewing on her lip. “I like the way you look at me.”

Another raised brow from him makes her drop her gaze too, as they both laugh.

“You're a goddess, Zora. One can't help but look at you.” He says, making her heart skip a beat.

A goddess?!

The smile that creeps across her face is one he'd never seen before.

“You are so sweet, Leon.”

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Zora talked him into coming back to her place after a sudden downpour cut their picnic short.

“You wanna smoke?” She asks.

His animated gasp makes her squint in his direction.

“What??”

“You're a hoodlum, too! I'm ashamed.” He taunts.

She scoffs. “I am not a hoodlum!”

“Yes you are!” He says with a laugh, even reaching out to push her a little.

She swats him away, laughing, herself. “Okay, fine. I'll keep my mary jane to myself.”

“Now, now… I didn't decline your offer.” He says, earning an eye roll.

“I told you, ima kick you out.” She faux warns, getting up from the couch to retrieve her stash.

“I was just playin’, Zora-Jean!” He calls after her, reveling in the giggle she tried her damndest to hide.

Returning with a bright orange box, she plops back down beside him and pops it open.

“Ooh, official!” He teases some more, making her playfully shake her head.

Rolling a blunt in record timing and earning another whistle from Leon, she sparks it, takes a puff or two and passes it to him.

“Your landlord cool with you smoking?” He asks, taking a puff anyway.

“Yeah, he might be in love with me too,” she shrugs, catching the scrunch in his brows.

“Damn, girl. What you be doin’ to these men??”

She laughs, shrugging again. “Nothing. My mama said my aura is red and it draws people near. Whether I want them to be near or not, apparently.”

“Red is sensuality, right?”

“Mmhm.”

“Yeah, that makes sense.” He nods, puffing again before passing it back to her.

“Do tell.” She says, pulling a little harder.

“Sensuality is like your middle name. You're fiery as hell, fine as hell. I'm sure these men are out their minds over you. Hell you drive me outta my mind, too.”

She cheeses, before she can stop herself.

“Do I, now?”

“We've spent the last three days together on a whim, Zora. Yes, you have been driving me crazy and I like it. I like you. A lot.”

“I like you too, Leon. A lot.”

The haze in their smiles grows as they continue to pass the blunt back and forth, til it turns to ashes in her equally bright ashtray.

“So, I know you're not as innocent as you say you are.”

“Wha– why you say that?”

“Cause, every man has their secrets. What else did you and Candy get into, way back when?”

He chuckles, rubbing a hand down his face. “You sure?”

“Is it that bad??”

“I'll let you be the judge of that.” He mocks her earlier words.

“Lord have mercy. Go ahead.”

“Well, Candy was what you call an exhibitionist. So we'd find ourselves in places we shouldn't have been, doing things we shouldn't have been doing. If you catch my drift.”

Zora was actually shocked, note the way her jaw partially dropped. Leon just smiles and shakes his head.

“Y'all had sex in public places? What a slut!” She cracks, making him laugh.

“Wow, I've never been called that before. But, yes we did. We got caught a couple times too. I'm still banned from the autozone down the block.”

That makes her fully crack up.

“What??”

“Poor man was just tryna change the oil and Candy decided it was a good idea to give me head near the side of the building. That man's eyes ‘bout popped out of his head.”

“That is ridiculous!”

“Yeah, that was us. Ridiculous!”

“What else??”

“Let's see… amusement parks, clean public bathrooms, we did in an elevator once… hotel balconies with a small audience. A stairwell, you name it.”

“I knew you were a freak.”

“Hey, I just tried to keep her happy.”

“Sounds like it! Did she make you happy too, or did you just go along with everything?”

“Uh, a mixture of both maybe?” He shrugs. “I don't know, it got tiring after a while, and exploring other things about our relationship wasn't as fun for her. I'm guessing that's why she left me.”

“I'll refrain from calling her what I want to… but you deserved better, anyway. Sex isn't the only fun aspect of a relationship.”

“Yeah, but we were also in college and nobody cared about building foundations and shit. It was all party this and party that. Fuck here, fuck there.” He shrugs, letting his long arm rest along the back of the couch.

“Well, at least it was fun while it lasted right?”

“Yeah, while it lasted.”

“I can relate.”

“You was butt naked in a stairwell, too??”

“No, that was just y'all.” She laughs. “But, before my ex decided to start his “I hate Zora” campaign, we had fun too.”

“Sucks when people turn, huh?”

“Boy, does it. But, maybe they weren't the right people.”

“You becomin’ a believer over there, huh?”

“Shut up,” she drags out, allowing him to pull her closer to his warm body.

The rain is still coming down.

“Was I too far away?”

“Yeah, it's like you be runnin’ from me or sumn.”

“No running,” she shakes her head, falling right back into those lethal kisses of his.

“I make you nervous?” He asks, still pecking her lips.

“The good kind,” she answers, rubbing the scruff of his beard.

“Butterflies?”

“Angry bees,” she corrects, making them both laugh.

“Be my girlfriend, Zora-Jean.”

“Okay.”

“Really?” He asks, the smile on his face making those angry bees swarm mad in her belly.

“Yeah,” she leans back in to kiss him. “Really.”

A triumphant laugh leaves him as he hugs her closer, their hazy kisses resume.

Wait, wait,” she pulls away to meet his confused expression.

“What?”

“I'm the girlfriend that keeps clothes.” She pulls on the collar of her shirt.

“Aw, this is my favorite shirt, though!”

“Ohh, that's too bad!”

Ch 8

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✏️ WIP Update ✏️

Thank you @trulybetty for the tag!

So, I am writing a few different things at the same time (why? I don't know). But I have a couple of different snippets below. I'm not sure when I'll get around to publishing things. I hoped to use these last couple of weeks of the year to try and get ahead in my fics, but work and life have been busy. Anyways, more stuff below the cut:

Delta Landscaping - Episode 12 snippet featuring Tio Frankie

“Hey Frank, I’m gonna run out while Vale is in the shower, gonna pick up some donuts. Maybe it will cheer up Antonio before you leave,” Alyssa pouted as she grabbed her crossbody and keys. “The kids are really going to miss you.”  Frankie sighed and leaned against the kitchen counter, “I know. I’m gonna miss them too. We have to get you all out to Florida soon.” “I’d like that. We all would,” she walked over and patted her brother-in-law on the arm with a tight smile. “Ok, I’ll be back. Neither of them should wake up for a while so you can relax for a bit. Got everything packed?” “Ha, thanks Lys. Yeah, I’m all set.” He turned and opened the cabinet to pull out a mug and start brewing some coffee. He was about to sit on the couch and play a game on his phone when he heard crying. It wasn’t like Leia’s crying, it was a bit more muffled. Walking down the hallway he still heard the water running in Valeria’s room. As he stood outside Antonio’s door, he heard it. Softly opening the door, he saw Antonio sitting in his bed with his back to the door, huddled over and crying.

Working Title - Dieter Bravo Ch. 18 snippet

As you all walked through the lobby and back toward the elevators you heard a familiar face call out your name. Turning around you see Indy and Sam walking towards you, arm in arm, and all smiles.  “B!” Indy squealed, dropping Sam’s hand and running toward you to give you a big hug.  “Hey Ind, you look like you had a good time,” you pulled back with a smirk. “Very,” she looked you up and down and then quickly back to Dieter who greeted Sam with a handshake. “Looks like you did too huh?” She whispered, giggling when you gave her a quick nod. “Ah, Indy! How was our trip?” Rhys came up behind you.  “Great, Rhys. You seem in a good mood, what’s up?” “Ah, actually, can I talk to you. Both of you?” He motioned toward the hallway. “Uh, you’re being weird but ok,” she shrugged and headed off.  As he led you away, you turned around and gave DIeter a small smile which he reciprocated along with a wave.

Turbulence Part Two - Frankie one-shot which turned into a two-parter (or more?)

“Hmm. Interesting. You’ll have to tell your aunt I said hello,” he winked. “So, who’s your friend,” he motioned over to Frankie. “Oh, him? He’s my husband,” I said matter-of-factly. Apparently, I was more convincing than I gave myself credit for because Mac’s eyes bulged out of his head. I could hear the soft chuckles coming from Frankie. “I’m just kidding. But he did play my husband for a hot second. There was a creep on the plane trying to sit next to me and Frankie here saved the day,” I looked over to him with a wink. If I didn’t know better it looked like Frankie was blushing a bit. He brought his hand to the back of his neck and scratched his neck, ruffling the curls that poked out from under his cap. 

Pickled Peña - Just a little tease. I'm excited to see what everyone does with this writing challenge.

But the “old man” still had it and managed to pull the glances of several women at the bar, including the bartender who had practically eye fucked him all night. That's part of the reason why he lost track of time. She decided to spend her break with him in a bathroom. Coincidentally, buried inside this woman was how he rang in the new year.  Back in his car, he rubbed his eyes with the heels of his palm and sighed. He knew he was about to be read the riot act and all he wanted to do was go to sleep, already knowing he was about to have the worst hangover.

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╰┈➤ Tomorrow is another day

This is Angst perspective of his family or his so called depression...

Tomorrow is another day.

Father beat up mother for useless reason. She was feeding Merciless, she should just listen to father.

"Mom... I brought the bandages. Mister Cross is calming father down." I said as I sit next to her.

Her eyes are lifeless, yet... She still smile at me with such genuine smile.

"Thank you Angst... You're a kind child.." She smiles as she hugs me.

It feels like I am comforting her right now.

Tomorrow is another day.

"Hey, Angst. Do you want to read book together?" Crescent showed me a fairytale book.

It's the same book we read, father did not gift him any new books.

"Sure... Anything for my twin brother." I force myself to smile.

Crescent would be sad if I didn't smile. As the oldest, I should make my brother happy.

Tomorrow is another day.

I am in my study, Crescent skipped his lesson so the tutor is chasing after him. That's when I saw a small figured sneak it.

"Hey, who are you." I caught the little one.

He has the same hair as my mother... Who...?

"A-Are you one of my brother?" the child spoke.

Ah... The realization hits me. This is Merciless, the child that father locked him away from us.

I let go of him and place him on my seat gentle. He is too.. Fragile. His body is full of bruises and his hair seem like it never was washed.

"Hello little brother. I am Angst, your oldest brother." I said as I patted him. "Mom talked a lot about you."

"Mom did?" he beamed happily and smiles.

That smile.... It's so precious. How could father ever hate this child...?

"I-I am happy to meet you older brother. Mom always tells me story about my older brothers and I like to meet you!" he smiles "B-But I have to go now, the evil man will be angry at mom again..."

The evil man...? Oh, right... Father is the evil man.

"Actually... How about you stay with me?" I smiles. " Father would listen to my request, don't worry."

"R-Really? Thank you!" Merciless hug me as he excited to get along with me.

How refreshing....

Tomorrow is another day

"I heard you been 'hanging out' with that rat." Father glares at me.

"And?" I look at him with bored. "I am the heir of this family, I can do whatever I want including playing with my little brother."

"That rat is not your brother!" father grabbed my wrist as he yelled at me. "that bastard child—"

"Let go of me Father." I said. "If you seriously want proof that he is not your son, I can use my magic to do so." I smirk. "But of course, you don't want to know right? Because you don't want to handle the feeling of guilt."

Father is quiet for a while. He let go of my wrist and look away.

Tch, I have a pathetic father...

"Don't forget I am your son, father. I know your weakness very well." I said as I walked away.

Tomorrow is another day.

Mother gave birth to a daughter. Father changed his heart immediately for his new born daughter.

Disgusting.

"Do you want to hold your little sister, Angst?" My mother got my attention.

I put down my book at look at her. What was her name again? Ah yes, Artemis... The God of Greek name.

Father truly changed for a mere child.

I fake my smile and took Artemis as I hold her. She is so small and fragile, not fragile as Merciless yet... Her in my arms, I could kill her anytime I want.

"she is pretty like you, mom." I gave a false sincerity. "I'm so lucky to have a little sister. Now my little brother won't be so lonely anymore."

I don't want her in my life.

Tomorrow is another day.

Merciless and Artemis birthday is a day apart. How sad... Merciless birthday wasn't celebrate at all while Artemis birthdays is extravagant and grand with blessings.

"Brother Angst, brother Crescent! Thanks for making it on time!" she beamed with a smile, it's not precious as Merciless smile.

"Yeah! I skipped all my lessons and I bought you a gift!" Said Crescent.

He love Artemis but he did not love Merciless. I don't understand.

"Awe, thank you Crescent. I don't need a gift from you because your presence is enough for me!" Artemis hug both Crescent and me.

How suffocating...

"Right, Artemis is so nice... She grew up nothing like us so she always think positive." I said with a fake smiles.

Crescent could sense my insincerity but Artemis couldn't. She still believe her older brother love her.

"Right... Artemis, you should go cut the cake! Angst and I will follow you later." Said Crescent.

"Okay!" Artemis excitedly run towards the table.

Crescent gave me a dead glare and look disappointed.

"What's wrong with you? This is our little sister birthday, be nice!" Crescent rolls his eyes.

"I am nice. You should be glad I don't ruin her birthday." I said. "Now if you mind, I will go to Merciless and mom instead because apparently you didn't wish his birthday yesterday." I scoffed.

Crescent is quiet, he seems disturbed for some reasons... Oh, Crescent never meet Merciless. He didn't know Merciless birthday too.

"... Let's just have fun for our little sister sake. You can go to Merciless later or else Father will be upset that we are not presence enough in Artemis life." Said Crescent as he hold my hand.

How can I blame him... Crescent is still immature child that need to be guide. He listen to father too much....

Tomorrow is another day.

"Brother Angst! Is it true I have another brother?" Artemis cried as she found out the truth. "W-Why I never get to meet him?!"

"Artemis..." I sighed as I comfort her. "Father don't like him and you shouldn't be around him." I said.

"B-But that's so cruel!" She frowned. "I will talk to father about this! He will listen to me."

... Daddy's girl truly annoying but Artemis brings advantage for Merciless sake. If she managed to convince Father, I can teach Merciless how to read at last....

"alright, I believe in you." I smile. "I'll be by your side to talk with Father."

And Father finally got Merciless his own room.

Tomorrow is another day.

Merciless fell asleep. I guess he is sleepy after I read him a history book.

I carried him to his room and put a magic barrier so those lowly servants would not disturb him.

I guess I should go to the library..

"How could you eat so much when your brothers had to starved themselves."

Oh? Is this mother voice...?

Mother is scolding Artemis.... This is amusing.

"I-I am sorry mama—"

"Don't call me that." she glares at Artemis. "You should think more about your brothers..." mother left after telling Artemis those words.

I can sense mother was forced to said it. It was father orders, so Artemis wouldn't get attached to mother....

I step closer to Artemis and pat her.

"Artemis, why are you crying?" I fake my concern.

"Brother Angst- I—"

"Did mother said something harsh? I will tell father so he will punish mother." I said a lie.

"N-NO!" Artemis quickly wipe her tears. "I tripped and fell! Mother was worried about me and told me to be careful next time!" Artemis hold my hand as she trembles.

That's right... She should live quietly, a child born with golden spoon. Just be lucky that I am still nice.

"Alright... If you said that. You should go to the doctor for treatment." I smiles.

Artemis nodded quietly and left. It was fun for a while...

Tomorrow is another day.

Crescent finally left home to be a priest at the church of light kingdom. Good for him...

Artemis became a popular singer and befriend with a prince of light kingdom. Father wasn't mad at all....

Merciless finally know how to read, he also got a beautiful fiancee. I am happy for them.

Mother met a witch, she is happier and she forgets about her children...

And Father....

"I think Artemis should be the Queen of this kingdom." Said father as he took a sip of the tea.

"Really?" I laughed. "Father... How could you be so gentle and stupid? Artemis power can't be compare to mine, I am far stronger than her and you." I gave a bored eyes.

Father is still silence. He is too pathetic...

"If you dare to make Artemis the queen then fine. I'll kill you and her by my hand, I'll destroy this kingdom too." I threatened him. "I already let that useless girl live a quiet happy life, I pretended fo be a supportive brother and I am kind enough to let her believes that you are 'super nice dad'. "

"Tch... You are truly like me." Said father.

"I guess I am." I smirk. "But I am kind enough to let you two lives. If I weren't, our family would be dead already in my hands." I stood up from my seat. "But again, I am kind enough to spare Merciless if I were to kill our family."

I pat my father shoulder as a threat not to speak nonsense in my presence again.

"You should know better." I said as I left the room.

And that's the last time I spoke to my father.

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Artemis and a sunflower in full bloom Au belong to @abloomingsunflower / @itzcherrybonbon

[thekinkyleopard]

Day of the…Oh No

A Halloween Remi x Levi Snz Fic

Non-Canon

⚠️Content Warning⚠️

Cultural Appropriation, Smut, Snz, Public Sex?

Description: Remi and Levi are invited to a Halloween party in their city by one of Levi’s online friends. They show up and realize, it’s a flaming turd of cultural disrespect. However, before Levi can truly give the host a piece of his mind…he realizes what comes along side Dia De Los Muertos…

Author’s Notes: Eeeeeee I’m excited for you guys to read this cause we get to see a pissy AND snzy Levi 🫣🫠 @aller-geez did the art and owns our Big strong man, Remi!

Levi scrambled to get his little red riding hood outfit crinkle free and perfect. It wasn’t the slutty version like he had imagined when he originally planned to make this costume, but he looked good in it regardless. He looked himself up and down in the mirror, back and forth before he was interrupted by an amused chuckle from behind him. Cerulean blues met with emerald greens in the reflection of the mirror and the cat slowly smirked looking at the man through it. “What?”

“You just look really good, and I can tell you’re worried you don’t,” slightly poking fun at his mate he stepped forward, wrapping his arms around the smaller’s waist already dressed and ready to go for this lame party he was forcibly being dragged to. Per usual.

“YOU look really good,” Levi could only reply and dodge the compliment with an Uno reverse card. Remi rolled his eyes and placed a soft kiss at the leopard’s temple.

“We both look….pretty damn good,” nipping at the other’s pierced ear lobe he hummed mischievously. “Sure we can’t play hooky and then play…Little Red and the Big Bad wolf?” snarling into the crook of his boyfriend’s neck to add effect. The cat giggled and scrunched his neck as it tickled more now than turned him on. Able to reign in his hormones he began to swat at the larger.

“Back! Bad dog!” He shouted with a playful tone as Remi backed up, lowered his ears and tucked his tail between his legs dramatically.

“B-Bad Dog?” Pouting with sincere puppy dog eyes looking up at the cat. Levi grumbled and crossed his arms across his chest. Trying to look away to not be swayed by the man’s convincingly sad face.

“The worst!” Sticking his tongue out at the other male before he crossed his arms over his chest, tilted his head upward to avoid the man’s sad eyes.

“The worst?! Ohh…” Remi continued his parade of somber attitude while the other could only roll his eyes with a slight giggle.

“…Okay Not the worst…just…a little naughty,” lowering his arms, he finally gave in and stepped closer in to his boyfriend’s space.

“I’ll take it,” they both laughed in unison before the wolf wrapped a loose arm around the other’s dainty shoulders and brought him through the threshold of the bathroom and into the bedroom. “So like, are we ready to go then?” Asking curiously before releasing the smaller from his grip.

“Uhh…pretty sure! You got everything you need?” Levi asking the larger as he looked him over, almost not believing he was ready to go.

“Keys, phone…” patting his pockets and secret pockets within his costume. “Wallet, stoges, lighter and…Jays,” he confirmed all his essentials were on his person before nodding confidently. “Gangs all here, you?” He now looked up at Levi for him to do his own check.

The cat did in-fact do his own check as he began searching around his little basket purse he found on eBay. “Same here,” shuffling around the bag.

“Cool, let’s hurry this up so I can go back to being at home,” he flashed Levi a playful grin. Truth be told, he wasn’t excited for the party but he was finding himself becoming more and more childlike every time he saw himself in the mirror. It’s been ages since the wolf dressed up for Halloween. Levi really knew how to make him feel youthful, even if dragging him to a party was party of that process.

Both feeling rather into the holiday spirit, headed out the door and into Levi’s bright blue 2023 Jeep. Climbing inside the passenger, was the ever so dainty red riding hood, while he stuck the big bad wolf into driver’s position. “Okay where is this place again?” Remi asked with an underlining nervousness.

“It’s like close to downtown lemme get the address…” the leopard trailed off as he started scrolling through his phone. Opening his apps and tapping through the messages where he received the invite.

“And you’ve never met these people?” Remi watched the other closely, a hint of skepticism behind his words. Trying his best to remain neutral, if anything, to the whole situation as to not offset his boyfriend’s good vibes, now that he was suddenly coming down with some not so good ones. He wanted to be optimistic for his boyfriend, but god he hated house parties full of strangers.

“Well I have at like AVN but, we haven’t worked together per say…but we share each other’s stuff and support each other’s platforms so like technically that’s my coworker….so I’m coming for support!” He smiled over at him before lifting his screen to show Remi the address. “Here!”

“Hmm…alright, well…we don’t have to stay all night, right?” Imputing the coordinates through his phone’s GPS, the anxiety of socializing loomed over his spirit. How many people would be there? Is this an influencer thing? Will there be cameras? Oh god.

“Well, no, but we may want to if it turns out to be a banger,” Levi now looked up and over at the wolf, slowly brooding further as he was twisting his lips into a slight frown before the grumbled response came through.

“Hm,” was all that came out and Levi quickly snickered, rolling his light blue ceruleans before his head lolled to look over at the big pouting baby.

“Come on! Don’t be a grouch now! Where’d my excited wolf go??” The smaller started poking his index into the other’s side with a joyful laugh, Remi trying to fight off the urge to reciprocate his mate’s playfulness.

“He realized we are gonna be stuffed into a house full of strangers, and some of those strangers are probably pieces of shit,” mumbling again under a grumpy tone of voice, trying his best to fight the other off and also, from falling into a chuckle of his own. No! Must pout! Levi snickered once more before leaning over the middle console to give his mate a kiss on the cheek.

“Okay, well, I’ll just dance with you all night how bout that? Won’t even notice everyone else with me grinding on your dick,” pulling his head back enough to get a good look at the other, he paused.

“….‘lright but when it’s time to go, I’m taking you out of there,” Remi now let himself display his typical side smirk, flashing his green eyes to make contact with the leopard who bounced with excitement.

“Yes! Okay! Onward!” The cat sat back in the passenger’s seat before setting his phone up to Bluetooth. “Let’s gets some music going!” The leopard was practically bouncing off the walls of the car he was so excited. A party? With his boyfriend? On Halloween??? It’s going to be so good. He couldn’t wait to get his drink on.

The saucy leopard had decided to bump some SubDocta, allowing the slow tips of the drum symbols build along side electronic music, the cat danced along in his seat. Remi found himself just trying to focus on the rhythmic beats of the song playing, before the bass suddenly dropped. Both of them began to start bobbing their heads to the filthy tunes, allowing the GPS to guide them.

“What’s uuuupp my name’s Prestooon, I love dubstep and I love crying, if you don’t fuck with me I don’t fuck with you, so fuck off!” The voice behind the electricity spoke out as the beat began again, more lifted, and Levi silently worded each syllable closely before going back into swaying himself back and forth within his seat. Remi furrowed his brows as he got further into the music but still trying to concentrate on following the GPS, each song Levi playing elevated the next. They practically were the party.

Eventually they pulled up to a big ass house, littered with cars all over, there were balloons and Halloween decor all around the outside. Levi clapped his hands together with excitement as the wolf focused on squeezing the vehicle into an open space out front. “Alright…well…this looks like my nightmare,” the wolf sighed thrusting the car into park and turning off the Jeep all together.

“Oh come on! This looks like it’ll be a blast! Few drinks in ya, and you’ll be too busy dry fucking me on the dance floor,” he giggled opening his door and hoping out of the car. Remi groaned throwing his head back but trying to shake it off.

“You got this Rem…do it for your boyfriend…” he ran his fingers through his purposefully messy hair. He slowly got out of the Jeep, and locked it with the fob, walking at the pace of a snail to reach Levi, and immediately threading their hands together. “Okay…” he took a deep breath.

“It’s all good we’ll just find the drink station and get silly!” Confidently, the cat walked beside his mate and into the party where he was immediately hit with two things. A terrible, terrible irritation building from the base of his throat, and that the inside of this house was decorated……for Day of the Dead. The white haired man’s soul almost comically left his body. The audacity? “Who….is in charge…of the decor….” His teeth almost gritted down into nothing they were shut so tight.

“Oh no…” Remi already knew where this was going the moment they stepped inside. That’s when they were approached, by a small thin blonde woman, big rack and covered in tattoos. Dressed as some sort of horny devil. The larger rolled his bored emerald orbs, scanning the rest of the guests while Levi sought out the source.

“Leafy!!” The male’s online persona. LeafyGreens was Levi’s user. It was supposed to be something cute like Levi but Leafy and then greens cause, well, he gardens. Yet he’s not doing a whole lot of gardening online.

“Hey Stella uh…who…is responsible for the decor?” The little red riding hood, clearly uncomfortable as he glanced around the offensive decor.

“Oh my god isn’t it great? I did it! Halloween is always so boring in America, so I brought Mexican Halloween to us!” She danced, shaking her hips back and forth, raising her arms to celebrate her grand idea.

“No. It’s appropriative, Stel, Dia De Los Muertos….” he emphasized the accent behind the correct term of the holiday she was disrespecting. “Isn’t Mexico’s Halloween, it’s a sacred Holiday to which families pay respects, and celebrate their lost ancestors and loved ones….” The look he gave her was almost like, oh my god are you fucking dumb? The girl seemed to hold no shame as she swirled the drink in her hand.

“Yeah but…” she started, which immediately infuriated the small cat. She’s seriously going to double down right now? Not the very least admit she made a mistake based off misinformation? He wanted to rip his hair out of his skull.

“It’s also a NOVEMBER…Hnn..h’H…Holid-ay…” he swallowed it. What was wrong with him? He had a point to make damn it! His eyes quickly darted around only to realize. She used, real, fresh marigolds to decorate and sprinkle around the house. Levi sniffles loudly. “SNDDFF,” trying to push it back, but there was a malicious prickling storm building from all sides that only grew with his sharp and sudden inhale, he knew he was done for, his nostrils were already leaking.

“Look, It’s still skulls and lots of orange with purple…who cares just get drunk and have fun!” The woman now rolled her eyes, cocking a hip outward almost as if her body language was screaming out that she was already done with this lecture.

“I-..Hh’Etshu! Care! SnDdfF…” the leopard had enough politeness to sneeze into the crook of his clothed elbow, dampening the material slightly with his saliva. Remi suddenly turned his head sharply, his attention now purely on Levi.

‘Oh?’ The wolf thought inwardly to himself as he gazed over the slightly trembling cat. He bit his lower lip, only to release and chew on the back of his piercings. Intense eyes burning holes into the side of his oblivious mate’s face.

“Leaf, it’s not that big of a deal…” again, the woman was trying to plead her case that it was in fact no harm no foul, but was it really? He felt offended by it, and he was sure anyone who truly celebrates Day of the Dead, would also find this atrocious.

“It is…T-shu! To me! I’m tired of H’Ptschu! White people, H’h…Misrepresent—CHU! …Ing other people’s huh’TSCH! Cultures!” Every time he felt the allergies sliding through his core sinus walls, he blew into his cupped hand. Trying desperately to get the thoughts out before the feeling over took him.

“Girl, are you good? I can barely understand you through your sneezing…like are you sick do you need to go home?” Her gaze turned into one of concern, stepping back a few paces to avoid becoming causality to any virus he was carrying around.

“ARE YOU SICK?! HEH—SHH’eu!!!” The leopard finally snapped, his watering glassy eyes narrowing at her with unnecessary anger. Remi smirked, it wasn’t often he saw his little cat fired up but when he was, oh boy was it a show. He crossed his arms, watching it all play out, but unable to fight the thoughts. The filthy ones that plagued him whenever he heard a hick or sneeze from the leopard’s body. It was absolutely delightful.

“Uh…no…” Stella paused, looking Levi up and down almost like he’d lost his damn mind and she was no longer comprehending anything he was trying to put down.

“Listen, if you-..TSH! Don’t care, then we aren’t…Hh’etsu! Friends an—way,” sniffling and dragging the back of his hand with a gentle class across his leaking nostrils, trying not to let his disgusting downfall take away from his stance. However, before the girl could get another word in, the wolf finally lost his ability to keep watching this unravel.

Ferociously, Remi snagged the arguing Levi by his wrist, grunting animalistic-ally under his breath while doing so. “H-Hey! H’Ptschu! I wasn’t…TSCH! Done!” The cat sprayed, and spouted openly across the party guests as he was dragged out. His arm wiggling and protesting against his boyfriend’s vice tight grip. He grabbed the keys of their vehicle from the bowl by the front door and a handful of marigolds thrusted into his pocket with haste. Levi took note of this and quickly realized he was definitely in a whole different kind of trouble than he initially thought. “Remi! HUH’TSCH!”

“Get in,” was all the wolf said in a dangerous voice as he unlocked the car with the fob, flung open the door and practically tossed the leopard inside. The two of them crammed into the back and the cat shivered in submission, knowing just what was about to come for him. “Do you even realize? How unbelievably fucking hot that was? My cock is rock hard,” crouching in the backseat on his knees, but still twisted uncomfortably he pointed to his groin. His length obviously outlined through the suit of his costume. “You were right… this party is fun…” licking his lips he took a fistful of Levi’s hair, forcing his head back so the male had opened access to his mate’s gasping throat.

“I-I don’t…’Ptsch! Know what y-you mean…—Hah’eshh’uh!” Unrelenting the marigold pollen wreaked havoc upon him, his face itching and swollen. “Please…R-Remi…” whimpering with sheer vulnerability through his protesting words, but his body, and his sheer desires for Remi were too much to bear, and it only made it more tempting being in such a noticeable spot. His nose dripped as he needlessly reached to wipe it clean. “Baby…”

“Aht…What are you supposed to call me?” Remi lifted his eyebrow almost quizzically as he waited for the other’s proper response.

“I-I’m s-sorry Hnn…H’Hah..M-Mister…Wolf….” He whimpered under his sinuses as they tormented and prickled with the scent still lingering in the small space of the car. He wasn’t unaware of the handful polluting Remi’s pocket, in-fact every second only proved to him further his partner has spiraled into lustful desire for torturing him.

“That’s my good little red,” he praised the small leopard as he continued to bite, and suck at the supple and softened flesh of the smaller male’s neck. His other hand grabbed one of the cat’s wrists and brought it to the hem of his pants, wordlessly before forcing Levi’s mouth to his own ear now. “I wanna hear you loud and clear, kitten,” the wolf now shoved a hand in his pocket to pull out a palm full of marigold petals, bringing them up and clasped his petal filled hand over Levi’s nose. Holding the allergen there right front and center.

The jeep had tinted back windows, but anyone passing from the front of the car could see them through the windshield, and a few did a couple double takes as they witnessed the large man torturing the smaller. “R-r!!! EH-TSHU! T-CHIEW! Eh’eh…TSHU!” Out they sprayed at light speed, bits of saliva and spray pushing past the buttom of Remi’s hand, before the rest just hit the man in the side of his face, dusting his ear. He smirked, closed his eyes a little to embrace the chilling feeling, and enjoy the excitement it brought for his mate’s allergen mess across him.

“Such a big fit that was, I love seeing you so weakened, kitten…” he leaned over and took hold of his pierced earlobe between his two rows of perfect teeth, playing with the jewelry before letting go. “You better start using those hands if you want to make it out of this….” The slick velvet of Remington’s crass words, reverberated through Levi’s skull causing every bone in his body to quake. He nodded loosely, jaw hanging a gap as he was desperate for clean air, trying with every cell in his being to avoid breathing in through his nose.

However, resistance is futile for the fitting leopard. With trembling hands, Levi reaches forward to untie and undo the intricacies of Remi’s halloween pants. Once they were pulled open, the cat flashing his watering and red stained eyes up innocently at the larger. Whom in turn could only continuously push the palm of petals forward into Levi’s nostrils with a dark, hardened glare. The smaller shivered, his head ached from the consistent exposure, and his nostrils leaked into the softened flower pieces. “Huh’TSCHHhiew!” Another escaped him while his hands fumbled to take out Remi’s already thickened and hard cock.

“Mm see what you do to me? I’ve been this hard since you started popping off at that girl,” he chuckled, his sly smirk pulled up just the way he knows Levi can’t resist. The leopard’s glassy ceruleans rolled back for a second, he could feel the insistent, pained prickle and static that filled his nose, it was endless. He needed release from his prison. His hands were steady working at Remi’s length, the warmth of his palms causing static jolts through every cell within him. He shuddered, grunting as his emerald’s fought to stay open to watch his mate below. Eyes meeting each other’s gaze. Levi hitching before he even could speak.

“Le-let me…hH’e…taste? —Hah’ESHHh’uh!!” A small line of drool began to dangle from little red’s bottom lip. The wolf groaned at this display, being hit with residual saliva mist as each sneeze flung from his lover’s mouth.

“Hmm…tempting…” He considered it, he did. But he would have to release his mate from his current petal prison and he just wasn’t sure he could give that up yet. “But no, I want you,” Speaking with a darkened intention before Remi changed their positions all together. With his hand, still tightly cupped to Levi’s face as the smaller hicked and suffered, he sat in the backseat as it was intended, and dragged Levi into his lap. “I’m tired of waiting…” a growl low in his chest before he reached around and extracting a single claw, ripped the seem keeping Levi’s ass covered by his pants. Now exposing the little red thong underneath.

“H’h….hhnnn…HAH’…TSHHU!” Wanting to reprimand the man for ripping his costume, but he was trying far too hard to keep himself reeled in but unfortunately, the pollen was just too strong. She really went all out with the FRESH marigolds. Damn her.

“Just like that, Kitten…and what’s this?” Remi’s voice still laced with husky excitement as he looked back at the other’s swelling and reddened face. His thumb sliding against the string of the cat’s thong that was wedged between his small cheeks. “A surprise for me?” Licking his teeth with the animalistic expression of a rabid dog.

“It was,” Levi whispered back, his hands gripping tightly to the lapels of the wolf’s costume, steadying himself as he felt his body scrambling against the other’s palm of defeat.

“It still is,” He growled back, without so much an ounce of kindness behind it, he was letting the animal out of it’s cage. What a lucky turn of events, the cat being afflicted by such turmoil at the hands of his own friend. Something adjacent to Karma, Remi thought for a millisecond before his mouth began to bubble with blood, trying his best to keep it from making a mess in their new vehicle.

“H’Ptschu!” The cat whisped again, the bottom of Remi’s hand practically soaked, dripping down the leopard’s poor mouth and chin as he suffered against his partner’s tactics.

“Whole situation is a gift for me, is it not?” The wolf grinned again, enjoying the display of his snibbling, weak lover, leaking and falling apart at the seams.

“Remi…EH-TSU!” Levi’s small, but powerful sneezes were just too much, too cute, too sexy, too overwhelming the wolf took his hand and spit in it once, bringing it to his cock. Dampening it as he bit his lower lip, eyes searching the other’s face for more.

“Well, I’m…Definitely going…Hnn..to treat it like a Fuckin’ gift,” pushing the piece of string aside using the girth of his dick before shoveling his length fully sheathed inside the cat. He kept his hand around the man’s nose, but the other at the small of his back, pushing them closer together, claws digging at the cloth of his mate’s shirt.

“AaHh~” Levi cried out in a breathless whisper as his entrance was pushed into, he wrapped his arms around the other to give him better leverage, pulling himself up and then meeting the other each thrust back in with a hard slam of his hips. “Het’SHH’eu! ehtSu!” He sneezed against the other’s tightly clasped hand, it was proving to be so much worse than he originally thought this could be. His body was sweating, his receptors confused as they were pleasured and tormented all at once.

“That’s my pretty sneezing…Kitty…” the other hesitated through a tightened jaw. A bead of sweat trickled down Remi’s temple as he pushed himself upward, with each sneeze he could feel Levi’s hole trying to reject and push him out. Constricting around his throbbing and pulsating dick. “God I love the way you feel sneezing around me like this…” he whispered, a bit more loving than he had sounded previously. The cat melted under his partner, the sound of his voice always making it so much harder to disobey the wolf.

“Y-you…feel s-so..Ahh~..H’PTSCHU! Good…” he snuffled loudly but it only made the pollen take refuge within his nostril’s walls. To his surprise however, Remi released his hand allowing the petals to collapse and cascade around them. Now both his hands at each of the other’s thin hips he began to drive into himself at an almost inhuman pace. He hooked his hips, and pushed the smaller down onto his lap, striking the leopard’s sensitive prostate.

“You’re gonna…drive me to the fucking…edge…” the man gasped between his words before their mouths clashed into a very wet, and very sloppy kiss. Their tongues clashed, while Remi released one hand to grip the cat’s leaking, reddened length to finally give it the attention it sought. Levi, the first to break their kiss as he gasped a response.

“Re-m…i…gonna…H’h..tSHU!” It was something about this sneeze that activated every other pleasure speaking receptor in his body, the hand, Remi’s cock against his g-spot, the feeling of his nostrils sweet freedom and sneezing the excess from within. The leopard came, hard, in streams as it desecrated what was left of their costumes. The entire display was all but enough to get Remi just where he was wanting to go.

“Shit…” he cursed before he too spilled over and pressed his forehead into his mate’s, claws gripping Levi’s flesh while he stayed frozen inside him. Body twitching and jerking while he blew his seed inside his lover’s depth. They sat against each other like this for a few minutes, gasping for air. After a few moments the leopard sat back just enough to start wiping and rubbing his face angrily with the sleeve of his shirt.

“That was really mean of you to do….” He whimpered almost silently, his throat sore at this point, his shining blue eyes looked upward at the blissful wolf.

“Hmm I’m sorry, Kitten…you know I couldn’t help myself,” snickering breathlessly as he now threaded his arms around the other in a loving embrace, both men still very much attached to each other. “How about when we get home, we can get in the shower….wash each other down,” kissing along the cat’s delicate jaw as he spoke. “Climb into bed, order a fat pizza, and watch some scary movies…that make up for it?” Leaving a chaste kiss against the tip of the other’s nose.

“Yeah, I like that idea…snddfff, and candy?” snuffling as the residual pollen began to subside, but he could still feel it in the back of his throat. He coughed once and cleared himself out, trying to fight back but there was still an abundance of marigolds laying about them. “You need to clean out the Jeep though…Hh’n..,” rubbing and clicking his nose rapidly before sliding the material to wipe him free of his afflictions.

“Yes, and candy…Okay, okay…here,” he took the jacket off to his costume and handed it to the cat. “Tie this around your waist to hide your ass while I scrape this shit out the car,” smirking over at the leopard who rolled his eyes now slipping off Remi’s spent length, leaking cum as he did so.

“Oh god…” he sighed, feeling a tinge of embarrassment, he used a couple of napkins from the side seats to clean himself. Then he began tying the article of clothing around him, as Remi tucked himself back into his pants they both spilled out of the Jeep and back onto their feet. A dude nearby the porch, drinking a beer made eye contact with the wolf, raising a cup to “cheers” the large man, but was met with a hardened green glare. Levi blushed brightly, noticing the interaction as well. The man though quickly avoiding their gazes now and turning away upon seeing Remi’s face.

“Fuckin’ creeps,” the larger scoffed with an irritated scowl scrawled across his features.

“You did fuck me in a car with weak suspension and a huge front window view, I’m not sure what you expected, love,” Levi giggled a bit at his jealous partner’s reaction to their very obvious actions. Nudging him slightly with the edge of his elbow.

“Yeah well, you’re MINE,” he grumbled now dipping himself into the backseat again, only to clean it out. Just as he said and promised. Once it was cleaned up, the two went home and followed through on the rest of their Halloween plans.

The End

Author’s Notes: Starting strong with everyone’s favorite couple! Remi and Levi! God damn it they’re so fucking HOT 🫠🥵 hope y’all enjoyed the first of 6 Halloween Fics to be released! 💋

[bartxnhood]

your day | d.d

(gif not mine)

daryl dixon x reader

summary: it's your birthday, the one day you've come to hate but someone makes it a little better. that someone being daryl.

warnings: none, just fluff!

requests open

not proofread

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you always loved celebrating your birthday, spending it with friends and family, and enjoying the sweetness of treats and gifts. but it started to change the older you got. you began losing more friends, your family didn’t see the need in celebrating anymore. and what friends you did have never tried to make the effort to see you. it hurt, a lot. but at the same time, when the world seemed to end, it was the last of your worries.

you had found the group during the atlanta camp, carol took you in on the highway.

at first, daryl intimidated you. he was this tough-looking redneck who had the arrogance of his brother, but throughout the months you saw his changing personality. though, he was still closed off, you knew you could go to him whenever you needed anything and he’d help you.

you were thankful for him. and so, sometimes you’d make him little trinkets or find him something on the very rare tunes you’d go on. while he would save you the last bite of his food sometimes, just to make sure you had enough.

you never talked about your birthday much, only once. and you brought it up to daryl. it was a little while after the two of you met. it was the first time you had opened up to anyone in the group, except carol and rick.

“d’ya ever do anything fun for your birthday?” you chimed, intertwining the rope between your fingers, creating a knot. “nah, never did celebrate” he stared off at the tree line. “oh” you hummed. finishing the tie and handing the rope to him. “i used to, but the older i got the more i hated it.” you added, following his gaze to the trees. “everyone just forgot about me”

“when is it?” he questioned, suddenly” “hm?” your head whipped to him, meeting his eyes which were already looking at you. “yer bir’day.” he blinked. “oh, y/b/d.”

you thought he had forgotten about that but he didn’t. even in the end times, he tried his best to keep up with the months and days so he doesn’t forget about your birthday. soon it just became a hobby, tallying in a small book he kept in his pocket. on runs, he would look for something he thought you’d like for your special day, from random items of clothing to even considering a stuffed brown bear. just something to show that he cared for you.

and he did, but it wasn’t exactly easy for him to show that when he, himself wasn’t shown care until you came along. even if he was still hardcore daryl every newcomer was scared of, he had a soft spot for you.

on the morning of your birthday you woke up to light finding its way into your cell, a soft groan escaped your lips and you pushed yourself up and off of the uncomfortable mattress. you wandering out into the hallways, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes. murmuring a few ‘good mornings’ to some people in the group. soon finding carl who was tending to baby judith. “where’s everyone?” the younger bout turned around with the baby in his arms. “outside, working on the fences” he answered, followed with a sigh. “can you take her? dad wants me to help him in the stables” you nodded, scooping judith into your arms with a soft coo.

“of course, i’ll gladly take her.” he nodded, “thanks.” you gently began patting her back. “of course. i’ll catch up with you guys later.” you threw a rag over your shoulder for her possible spit up. “alright” he hummed and walked off. the sound of metal doors slamming echoes through the concrete walls.

a few hours had passed, you already fed judith twice and now she was down for her daily nap. you let her lay on your bed, while you sat on the floor occupied by a book you had already read once. occasionally looking up to make sure the infant doesn’t roll off the bed. as your eyes landed on the torn pages again, a familiar pair of footsteps found their way to you. a figure stood in the doorway of your cell, quickly pulling your attention from your book.

“daryl?” you closed the book and sat it on the floor. you pushed yourself off the concrete while dusting your pants. “yea” he huffed, looking to the baby then back to you. “i’m on babysittin duty” you laughed, looking back at him. he nodded, “jus wanted to stop by n’ give ya these” he revealed his hand with a stuffed brown bear and a few picked magnolias. “flowers prolly won’t last long” he shrugged.

you accepted both gifts, a grin growing on your lips. “what’er these for?” you asked. “it’s yer bir’day. ya deserve somethin” he shrugged, looking around the cell. you brought the flower to your nose, getting a good smell of it.

“thank you” you smiled, “i really, really appreciate it, daryl.” you watched as he shifted his weight from one leg to the other. “mhm” he shrugged. without thinking you wrapped your arms around him. “seriously, thank you for remembering.” you felt his free hand gently holding your lower back. “yer welcome” he accepted.

[crowborn666-writes]

Are You Lonely? (Part 2)

All Might/Yagi Toshinori x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Romantic, Pining Resolved

Summary: Two lonely heroes, finally seeing each other’s loneliness.

Part 1 here

Requested by @avitute

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“How could he like me, Nemuri? He’s got bigger things to deal with than finding a lover.” You sighed, stirring your drink around with your straw.

Nemuri gave you her best deadpan stare, shaking her head. “Honey, he’s retired now, and have you seen the way he looks at you?”

“I’m sure it’s nothing special…” you argued, busying yourself with your drink.

“(Y/n)…” She sighed, taking a sip of her drink as her mind wandered in thought. “Why can’t you just trust me? I know what two oblivious lovesick fools look like.”

“You do?”

Nemuri gestured off towards Shouta and Hizashi.

“Oh… but how are you so sure…?”

“Just trust me!” She pressed, “Go tell him.”

“Oh b-but I…”

“Too nervous?”

“Yeah…”

“Well, the school dance is coming up, so maybe you can dance with him then.” Nemuri stood up from her chair, pulling you along with her.

The annual school dance had come up, and you, Toshinori and few other teachers were chaperones for the event. Hizashi, of course, handled the music, and Shouta made sure no fights started. You and Toshinori stood by the snack table, making sure it was well stocked.

Students came and went, taking a break from dancing and giving hellos your way.

“Sensei!”

You looked up from the crate of snacks you were digging into, seeing Mina trotting up with a wide grin.

“Hello Mina,” you greeted, setting the chip bags on the table in front of you before pushing the crate back under the tablecloth, “how are you doing?”

“I’m doing great! Hey, you and All Might should come dance!”

You laughed, if only to save yourself from blushing at how forward she was. “But this is your dance, Mina! You should go have fun.”

“And you both have been standing here this whole time! You at least need a break!”

“We’ll take a break soon, Mina.” Toshinori piped up, giving her a gentle smile, “Head back to the dance floor.”

Mina puffed out her cheeks, but nonetheless turned to head back to Sero and Denki.

“You two should take a break.” Nemuri was there, patting your shoulders. “Me and Cementoss will take over.”

“Thanks, ‘Muri.” You sighed, moving to exit the gymnasium with Toshinori behind you.

You and Toshinori decided to take a walk around the school together. You passed by the library, as your eyes scanned the shelves within, you could envision an old memory. You had been trying to reach a book on a high shelf when Toshinori had grabbed it for you, given his much taller height.

It seemed back then, and sometimes still now, that Toshinori was always around when you needed help of any kind.

As if on cue, Toshinori’s arm reached out to grasp yours.

“Stairs.” He intoned, pulling your attention from the poster you were staring at.

“Oh, thank you.”

The walk was quiet, yet comfortable.

“Oh look at the garden.” It was Toshinori’s turn to get distracted, yet he pulled your attention with him as easy as a hot knife through butter.

The garden was in full bloom this time of year, full of brilliant blues reds and violets.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?”

“Not as beautiful as you, (Y/n).”

You paused, turning to look up at him with wide eyes. Did you hear him correctly?

Judging by the warm expression he was making towards you, you’d say yes.

“You like me…?”

“More than a friend.” He confirmed.

Your eyes watered, your hands reaching for his face until you stopped yourself. “This is some cruel dream, isn’t it? It’d be my luck, I’m just asleep in my bed, and this is just some cruel dream my mind has conjured up.”

“It’s not a dream, (Y/n). Here.” Toshinori reached to finish what you started and pulled you in for a kiss.

Tears fell and you immediately reciprocated the kiss, throwing your arms around his neck.

“Are we a thing now?” You whispered the question as you both parted from the kiss.

Brushing away your tears, he murmured back. “Only if you want to be.”

“I’d love to be your partner.” You breathed, pressing another kiss to his lips.

[canirove]

Bluebell | Chapter 9

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“It’s gonna be ok, you’ll see.”

“Will he behave?”

“He will, I promise” Rúben says. “Ready?”

“No” I say.

“One… two… three” he says, opening his car’s door, Urso getting out from it and starting to jump and run around him. “It’s ok boy, calm down. We don’t want to scare her, do we?”

“Woof, woof” the huge dog says, moving his tail like crazy.

“Come, he’ll behave” Rúben says.

“Ok…” I say, slowly moving towards them.

“Urso… sit” he says while offering me his hand. I take it but hid behind him, the dog looking at me with a confused face. Or that’s what it looks like. “Pet him.”

“What?”

“Pet him. He won’t bite you.”

“Are you sure? Like, 100% sure?”

“I can’t be 100% sure because he is an animal, but I’m 95% sure he won’t bite you. C´mon. Just pat his head.”

“Ok…”

“Woof!” Urso says the moment I touch him, making me jump and hide again behind Rúben.

“That was his way of saying hello. Do it again.”

“Can’t we just… go on that walk and avoid this part? There is no need for it.”

“But there is. I want my dog and the girl I like to get along. Is that too much to ask?”

“I… Fine” I say, moving my hand again and touching Urso. He stays still, his tale still moving like crazy.

“See? Nothing bad has happened. I’m gonna go get his leash from the car, I’ll leave you two alone.”

“What? No!”

“He’ll probably just follow me, don’t worry.”

But Urso doesn’t follow him. He just gets up, looking at me.

“I’m not gonna touch again“ I say to him.

“Woof!”

“I’m sorry, but I already have a big guy on my life, aka, your owner. I don’t need another one.”

“Woof, woof!”

“Don’t look at me like that. The only puppy eyes that work on me come with a dimple.”

“Getting to know each other?” Rúben asks with a smile when he comes back.

“Something like that.”

“Here.”

“I’m not walking him. He’ll start running, and drag me behind.”

“He won’t, he is pretty chilled today. Take it” Rúben insists, giving me Urso’s leash.

“If I die, know it’ll be your fault.”

“Ok” he laughs.

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“This feels nice, doesn’t it?” Rúben says, kissing my head while his arm is around my shoulders, pulling me a bit closer to him.

“I’m alive, so I guess” I say while I watch Urso running ahead of us. After walking him on the leash for a bit, we let him be free to run and try to catch some squirrels. “But I still prefer cats over dogs.”

“You’ll end up loving each other, you’ll see” he chuckles. “But I was talking about going out together and being normal. Even if it is far away from Bluebell so no one will see us.”

“It does feels nice, yes.”

“Maybe one day we’ll be able to do it around town like normal couples do.”

“One day, yes” I say, trying to smile. If it was up to Rúben, we would be going through town holding hands and not caring about anything or anyone. But I can’t do that. Not only because of all the gossip and the fact that I am also seeing Mason. But also because I am still waiting for my uncle and Victoria to do something against me, and being seen with Rúben would definitely make them do it. And it would be bad. Pretty bad.

“What is that?” Rúben asks.

“What is what?”

“That. On your neck. Is it a lovebite?”

“What?” I chuckle, my hand instantly touching it.

“I don’t do those things… Was it Mason?”

“Why would Mason be leaving lovebites on my neck?” I say with a nervous laugh. Shit, shit, shit.

“There are rumours in town about you being his new conquest because you spend a lot of time at the pub with him. And until very late.”

“I’m just helping a friend, nothing else.”

“Nothing else?”

“Nothing else. Mason is just my friend.” With benefits, I say to myself. “Are you jealous of him?”

“Of Mason? Never” he chuckles. “But what is that then?”

“I was trying new hairstyles with Lindsey, and I burnt my neck with the curling wand. Happy now?” I say, rolling my eyes. That, was a lie. Because it was a lovebite, and it had been Mason the one who did it after getting too excited the other night. But Rúben doesn’t need to know that.

“I guess…”

“But since you mention Mason, what happened between you two to dislike each other so much?” I ask him. I need both versions to help me make up my mind.

“Nothing. He is an idiot.”

“Oh, c´mon, Rúben. Something must have happened.”

“Nothing happened.”

“Rúben… Please” I say, pouting.

“Ok, fine. I can’t say no to that face. We…” he starts, letting out a big sigh. “We used to play football at the same time but on rival teams. And things were always very intense when we played against each other. He was an attacker, and I was a defender. On one of those games, I may have tackled him too hard, making him fall on a weird position, and breaking his knee.”

“Ouch, that must have been horrible” I say, acting as if I didn’t know that already.

“It was. He was on so much pain… And he blames me for it. Says that I hit him on purpose to hurt him because a Chelsea scout was watching the game and I wanted to ruin his future. But that is not what happened. My tackle was a normal one, he just happened to fall badly.”

“So I guess that’s why he dislikes you. Because he blames you for what happened to him. But what about you? Why do you dislike him?”

“Because he also ruined my career as a football player. He and his friends started telling everyone that I was an aggressive player, that I had issues. The scouts heard those rumours, knew about what had happened with Mason’s knee, and started ignoring me. He says I ruined his career, but he was the one who ruined mine.”

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s ok, I’m over it now. But back then… Back then it hurt. A lot.”

“But if you are over it… Why do you still dislike him? Did anything else happen?”

“Well…” Rúben says, running a hand through his hair. “You know that I’m a couple of years older than he is, right?”

“I do, yes.”

“I started dating a girl he also liked on my last year here, and when I went to uni, he started sleeping with her.”

“He what?” I say, raising my voice a little bit. Mason had not shared that information with me.

“She felt alone because I was only able to come one weekend each month, two if I was lucky, and he took advantage of it. But we fixed things over the summer, she stopped seeing him, and when she also left for uni we were dating again. No more cheating.”

“I… I don’t know what to say.”

“Too much information?” Rúben chuckles.

“Definitely.”

“Woof, woof” Urso says, running back towards us covered in mud.

“Urso, what the hell?” 

“And that is why cats are better than dogs” I laugh. Though my brain is still thinking about everything Rúben just told me.

[landosgirl97]

Teardrops On My Guitar - Drew Starkey

Summary: You are a castmate on Outer Banks. You have a crush on Drew and are best friends with Chase Stokes. Chase finds you singing in your trailer one day and convinces you to do an open mic night. He and the rest of the cast, including Drew, come to support you.

A/N: Bold words are song lyrics. Italics are memories that flash through her mind while she performs. Regular font is the present.

P.S. SUPER proud of this one so please let me know what you think.

"You're going to be fine. You're amazing. Take a breath." Chase said. "Why did he come? The song I picked literally says his name Chase! I'm so screwed!" you groan as your head falls back. "I'll make sure he's paying close attention then." Chase says with a wink. "Up next is Y/N Y/L/N!" you hear before you can even reply. You groan as Chase pats you on the back and walks back to his seat with everyone else. You hear them all whoop and holler as you walk onstage. Just before you get to center stage, you see Chase lean over and whisper something to Drew. If you weren't nervous before, you are now! You walk up to the mic and slyly clear your throat as you step forward and start to strum your guitar.

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Drew looks at me. I fake a smile so he won't see, that I want and I'm needing everything that we should be. I'll bet she's beautiful, that girl he talks about and she's got everything that I have to live without.

You and the cast were having a get together at Rudy's apartment. Drew walked in late and he looked really good. "How was your date?" you heard Rudy ask him. "Dude. It was amazing! AND she's already agreed to a second date!" he says with a lovestruck look on his face. "Ooh what's she like?" Madelyn asked. "Her name is Claire. She's short, blonde, has the most beautiful green eyes, and has these cute freckles all over her nose and cheeks. She's a nanny for these two wonderful kids, she goes to the same gym as me we found out, and she has a German Shepard named Bentley!" Everyone in the room was very engrossed in the conversation and was oblivious to your pain, except Chase. He noticed you staring out the window obviously trying to hold back tears. He put his arm around you and pulled you into his side. You hid your face in his side and cried silently and he rested his chin on your head.

Drew talks to me. I laugh 'cause it's just so funny, that I can't even see anyone when he's with me. He says he's so in love, he's finally got it right. I wonder if he knows he's all I think about at night.

You and Drew had been joking around on set remembering stories from filming and talking by craft services. "...and then he fell and almost twisted his ankle!" Drew said. You threw your head back laughing at his story. He was laughing along with you and you couldn't help but zone out and think about how much you love his laugh and how carefree he looked. "...earth to Y/N!" Madison said, waving her hand in front of your face to get your attention. "Huh?" you said, turning to face her. "We've been calling your name for a while. You're needed on set. You okay? You seem out of it." she looks concerned. "I'm okay. Just didn't hear it. I'll head that way.

Later that night, you were laying in bed thinking back on your day. The happiest times were always with him. He never fails to make you laugh and smile when he's around. The way he jokes around between scenes to keep up morale, how he looks so beautiful when he smiles, his beautifully chiseled jawline.... you slowly dozed off to sleep dreaming about Drew and what it would be like if life were different.

Drew walks by me. Can he tell that I can't breathe? And there he goes, so perfectly. The kind of flawless I wish I could be. She'd better hold him tight, give him all her love. Look in those beautiful eyes and know she's lucky 'cause

You had just walked out of your trailer and were walking to set to film your next scene. You saw Drew start to walk toward you. His hair was still wet and he only had on swim trunks and shoes. Your breath hitched in your throat as he ran his hands through his wet hair and a water droplet slowly made its way down his abs. He looks breathtaking with the sun setting behind him and the beautiful blue and purple hues making his eyes shine bright. Until you realized why he had the bright look in his eye. You had heard yelling but hadn't realized who it was. Then you saw Claire inches from him. He wrapped his arms around her waist and hers were around his neck. You saw her wrap her legs around his waist and the kisses they exchanged before he sat her down and walked hand in hand with her back to his trailer. You had never felt so heartbroken and devastated. You didn't even stay for post filming shenanigans that night knowing that it would hurt to look at them together.

So, I drive home alone. As I turn out the light, I'll put his picture down and maybe get some sleep tonight. 'Cause he's the reason for the teardrops on my guitar. The only one who's got enough of me to break my heart. He's the song in the car I keep singing, don't know why I do.

You drove home in silence. When you walk in the door, you don't even bother to go to the kitchen to get a snack. You toe off your shoes, hang your keys on the hook by the door, and walk to your room. You pull your guitar case out from under your bed and your songbook from your bedside table. You sat down and started to play the song you had written that first night when he came home from his date with Claire. You didn't even realize you were crying until a falling tear hit your guitar and another hit your hand. You decided at that point that it was better to just go to sleep for the night. You got up and shut off the light, crawling into bed. When you got situated, you saw the picture on your nightstand of the cast together at the end of season 1. His arm was around you and you were both making silly faces at the camera. You reached out and put the picture face down before rolling over and falling into an unrestful sleep.

He's the time taken up, but there's never enough and he's all that I need to fall into. Drew looks at me. I fake a smile so he won't see.

The cast had all followed Chase into the bar to see you standing by the stage tuning your guitar. You smiled seeing everyone until he walked in behind them. You weren't expecting him to come at all, knowing that Claire was in town. You couldn't let it show to him, so you willed the smile to stay on your face.It was like time stopped around him and you couldn't bear the thought anymore. Knowing what song you picked, your heart dropped to your stomach and you gulped . Uh oh.

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After you had strummed the last chord, the crowd erupted in applause. You heard your friends in the back of course being the loudest ones there. You scanned the crowd for the one face you wanted to see. Your stomach dropped. He wasn't there. You looked at Chase as if questioning where he went. Chase just shrugged and continued to applaud you. You went to make your way off the stage when you saw him. He was standing by the stairs with an unreadable expression on his face. You made your way toward him and you both walked to an area where there weren't as many people. You forced yourself to make eye contact with him. "Hey." you breathed. "Why didn't you say anything?" he started. "Say anything about what?" you asked. You were genuinely very confused. He sighs. "Why did you not tell me how you felt?" Your eyes dropped to your shoes and a blush made its way across your face. "I was scared. And when I was finally ready to tell you, you came home from your date with Claire. And now it's too late because you're with her now." You said. He puts a finger until your chin forcing you to meet his eyes. "We aren't together anymore. That's why I'm here. Without her. The problem was, she wasn't you." You had tears brimming in your eyes as you looked at him. "Wow. I'm so sorry to hear that." "We both know you're not. Now, let me kiss you." he said as his hand reached your cheek and he leaned into you. This time, the teardrops weren't from sadness, but from pure joy.

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[ihaveatheoryonthat]

This is based on @blaiddraws Fulcrum AU. Albeit a slightly outdated version.

Unfortunately, it’s incomplete and I likely won’t return to it for two reasons: I wasn’t satisfied with how it was going in the first place, and my interpretation ended up diverging substantially from their canon. Maybe I’ll take another stab at it someday, but for now this is what I’ve got ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ 

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It was important to note that they hadn’t always been Reshiram and Zekrom.

Certainly, they’d been the ‘Vessels of Truth and Ideals’ their entire lives, but it hadn’t meant anything until Team Plasma reared its head. Emmet got prickly about white lies. Ingo was sensitive to dark thoughts. That was that, and they dealt with it the way generations before them had.

But theirs was the first generation to see the dragons awake-- to understand why the title [bequeathed] to the Hero’s [surviving] line was ‘vessel’ rather than ‘emissary’. It had been a steep learning curve, but one of the qualities to look for in a conductor was the ability to keep a level head in times of crisis. All there was to say on the matter was that they’d gotten through it.

Nobody else had to know that Ingo spent several days a year brushing out his twin’s shed fur, or that, technically, Emmet’s clutter of Joltik served a medical purpose now, feeding off of the excess charge that thunderstorms built up beneath his brother’s scales. They’d long since gotten used to it all.

Which was why it took Emmet completely off-guard to wake up with a) his head pillowed on his arms and also b) fur.

That wasn’t right.

What the heck.

He was pretty sure he hadn’t done anything to make that happen… unless Ingo had been telling the truth when he claimed [spoiling a Pokemon] had been Emmet sleepwalking. At the time, it had the subtle bite of a lie made in jest, but in hindsight, Emmet couldn’t help but wonder. He looked around the apartment, just in case, but everything was exactly the way he’d left it before his nap.

Slowly, over the course of the afternoon, he came to the conclusion that it must have been his brother’s fault. Emmet had been asleep, and all of the evidence suggested he’d stayed put the entire time, which meant he had an alibi. The only logical answer was that his twin had royally screwed up somewhere over the course of his errands; impressive as the [end results] were, Ingo was in for it once Emmet furreted out the exact nature of the [incident].

He didn’t spare a thought as to why he’d also been affected, so far away from the inciting incident. It was just common sense. They triggered subtle changes in themselves-- and, therefore, one another-- at least once a week out of excitement alone. Just Tuesday, he’d had to pat his budding muzzle down in the face of [idk], and looked over to find scandalized eyes peering out at him from behind the edge of a collar.

So, while Emmet couldn’t help but wonder, he had an idea what might have happened.

His money was on [idk].

Emmet’s claws slipped against his Xtransceiver’s casing, and he let it clatter to the table. Navigating its functions had been far more difficult than it had any right to be, and Ingo hadn’t even bothered to answer for his crimes once Emmet got the hang of it. Maybe he had his on silent. It would make sense-- while Emmet was here at home, stuck between forms, Ingo would be in a trickier situation out there in public. Hopefully he’d been out of the way when it happened.

He tried smoothing his fur down, hoping that the self-soothing might remedy the situation, but found no such luck-- despite himself, the fur along his neck bristled, undoing any [effect] the ministrations might have wrought.

And, as the hours passed, the inability to keep his fur flat turned into an anxious burn at the back of his throat. He all but pounced on his Xtransceiver when it finally rang.

Fumbling in his haste, he managed to pick up on the third ring-- after accidentally rejecting some manner of notification-- and immediately asked “What did you do?”

There was a long silence on the other end-- an oddity for his sibling-- and, impatient, he broke it.

“Ingo. What happened.”

A polite cough sounded, and then he was answered by a woman’s voice, “Out of an abundance of caution, can I ask who I’m speaking with?”

“I am Emmet,” He said automatically, before his brain caught up to what he was hearing; once it did, though, he found himself baring his teeth at the interloper. He glanced down at the Xtransceiver properly this time-- belatedly realizing he’d actually disabled video calls a moment prior-- to confirm the contact. Sure enough, it wasn’t a string of random numbers, but the single triangle he’d programmed in all those years ago. “That is not yours. Who are you?”

And that was how Emmet was introduced to the fact that Ingo was missing-- pokeballs and Xtransceiver left scattered in a side street for a random passerby to discover.

The question of what had happened redoubled in his mind, and he couldn’t go out and find answers, not like this. He couldn’t even visit the precinct to recover Chandelure and Garbodor. The thought smoldered, just as [keen] as the tension igniting on his palate.

He was only just recognizing the gaping void at his back, and he knew without further question that his current state hadn’t been a matter of harmless excitement. Something had happened to his brother, and he had slept through it. His twin was gone and he hadn’t noticed.

Furious with himself, but unable to lose any more family, Emmet’s shaking claws selected his next contact.

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Elesa was worried, and it had only intensified the more she got involved. The first clue had been Emmet’s refusal to turn video calls on when he’d contacted her, forcing her to interpret his [anxiety] through the lens of word choice and sentence structure. It got substantially worse when she reached the eastern precinct and realized that Chandelure and Garbodor were actually secure in their pokeballs.

When she’d been asked to pick them up, she’d half expected them loose, separated from their trainer by a series of unavoidable coincidences, and finding that it wasn’t the case sent a spike of trepidation through her. The feeling solidified into dread as she was informed that, “The Xtransceiver is still considered evidence, so unfortunately I can’t return it to you.”

She’d nodded, lost and numb, as the officer continued on, explaining what Pokemon they were bringing out and the process for psychic tracking in missing persons cases.

It didn’t make sense; she’d seen Ingo just that morning. They’d chatted briefly about [idk] before getting their respective drink orders and splitting off for the day. That was only a few hours ago-- there was no way he could have vanished in that amount of time, was there?

Distantly, she recognized that Emmet hadn’t breathed a word about this, that he hadn’t already been there, which meant he didn’t know. If the officer had told him about Chandelure and Garbodor, why had she left the investigation out? Did it mean Elesa had to be the one to break the news?

One trembling hand tightened around Chandelure’s pokeball as she scaled the last set of stairs leading to the twins’ apartment, and she came to the [idk] conclusion that she didn’t know. She didn’t know how to even approach the subject. She didn’t know if she could get the words out.

For all of the fear already swirling in her, a new sour tinge was introduced as she knocked without an immediate answer.

“Emmet?” She called [feebly], trying again, and [idk] at the hesitant response that met her. “I have Chandelure and Garbodor. L-listen, there’s--”

“Something you should know.” Came muffled through the door, and she could’ve cried in relief if it hadn’t been for the anger that twisted into the [idk] of emotion settled in her core. He’d known? And he hadn’t told her?

He said something else, but she missed it, too consumed with the extremes warring for dominance-- and when the door clicked open, she didn’t wait. She barged in and rounded on her friend, unsure what exactly she was going to say, but knowing she had to get it out before it exploded in her chest. In the end, neither of those things happened. She ended up staring, lips parted in silent [?], as she tried to parse the sight in front of her.

“Yes. Well.” Said what was either Emmet or Reshiram, looking awkwardly to the side as he pushed the door shut and spent a few seconds longer than strictly necessary locking it.

Elesa released the death grip she had on the two pokeballs and transferred Chandelure’s to her opposite hand, gesturing wordlessly toward the humanoid mass of white fluff.

“This is what I need to speak with you about.”

Caught between such sentiments as ‘what the hell, dude’ and ‘what happened to you’, the only syllable to escape Elesa was a dumbfounded, “What.”

Emmet ignored it entirely in favor of taking Chandelure and Garbodor back; the latter he released without hesitation, but the former he rolled gently between his palms, expression calculating. Eventually, he sighed and stilled his hands, wrapping them gently around the capsule.

Garbodor, Elesa couldn’t help but notice, afforded him a brief, albeit confused, look and warbled [idk]. It was answered by a hushed, “I am fine. It doesn’t hurt.”

The poison type tapped her fingers together as she scanned the room, and crooned again.

“I am… uncertain. Not here.”

Aside from the initial once-over, there hadn’t been any shock or hesitation in Garbodor’s response; more to the point, that had been a direct response to an entirely incomprehensible question.

“Did you understand that?” Elesa asked, momentarily distracted from her [distress] by the sheer absurdity of what was going on before her.

Emmet hummed a mild affirmative and went back to staring at Chandelure’s pokeball, eager to keep his eyes on something that wasn’t staring back, “Yep. That is not new. We have understood them for several years.”

Helpless to formulate another response, Elesa fell back on her earlier [idk] of, “What?”

[…]

“I have been like this all afternoon. I have been Reshiram for a substantially longer time.”

---

Emmet was well aware that some history lived on only through folklore passed down in families. Much of their own [family’s] [lore] was oral tradition, told time and time again until each generation could recite it word for word, neither truth nor ideal warping with the passing of time; somehow, though, it had never occurred to him that he might find his answers in the meticulously curated history of a private practice.

The exact path he took to reach the terminal was a long and convoluted one, but half of pursuing truth was the refusal to back down and, ultimately, his determination landed him at the doorstep of the original Sinnohan settlers.

In this particular matter, his appearance only smoothed the way, and it wasn’t so much longer before he found himself handling the edges of a weathered photograph. Under different circumstances, the ancient Sneasel it depicted would have been an object of great fascination. For now, however, Emmet couldn’t care less. His eyes stayed affixed to the figure beside it, gauging the contrast between crisp black scales and dark, worn fabric.

Even beneath the veneer of Zekrom, Ingo looked incredibly tired.

It was both a relief and a[n ?] to finally have confirmation that his brother had been affected just as he had. [Relief] in that he wasn’t alone in this, that he wouldn’t be the sole reason they couldn’t match-- but [?] for how Ingo might have been received because of it. He’d been lucky enough to remain in Unova, where people already recognized and trusted him-- or at least his skill, and the [idk] that Reshiram represented. It was difficult to imagine starting anew without so much as a human face.

[...]

The Gliscor, however, was a surprise. Excadrill, Haxorus, Crustle and Archeops had been their friends since childhood-- well before the both of them inherited the dragons’ type vulnerabilities-- and had long since earned their trust. Gigalith had been a somewhat more recent acquisition, but knowing the circumstances meant that they could impress upon it how imperative it was to [idk]. As much as the Pokemon played into their little game of Collateral Damage Earthquake, they took great pains to ensure nobody was actually hurt.

Undoubtedly, the Gliscor would also be trained to his brother’s exacting standards, but paranoia pinged at Emmet regardless. The Clan’s stories implied that Ingo’s memory was woefully incomplete. How much did he understand about himself? Did he know the threat an untrained Mud-Bomb posed to him? It was common sense that you wanted to avoid being hit with a move, if at all possible, but knowing the stakes was an important part of [???]. Despite the perks of this in-between state, they lacked the null typing of other humans and the resilience of natural-born Pokemon, which made super effective moves a threat worth paying attention to.

---

At this altitude, the Coronet Highlands weren’t blanketed in snow, but it was a very near thing. The mountain, not so far off, was draped in a mantle of white, and the chill resounded, even through Emmet’s fur. Occasionally a few flakes would fall from the cloud cover above, melting as soon as they landed on his person, but even when the icy water managed to seep down through his undercoat, it barely warranted a twitch of the nose. Cold only went skin deep when one was a fire type.

He huffed in irritation, exhaling a [cloud] of steam as [idk], and tried not to focus on the matter of type advantages; it had been bad enough slogging through the [idk] of the Alabaster Icelands, imagining what the trip might have been like without an internal pilot light to burn away the worst of it. Though lacking any true resistance, he’d been able to endure. He didn’t need to dwell on how it might have felt with a full-blown vulnerability.

The Highlands were better, at least. Still cold. Still overcast. Honestly, now that Emmet was here to judge the circumstance himself, he surprised to hear how active his twin had been according to the folklore. Between the cold and the lack of sunlight, any self-respecting, non-fire-type dragon would be three paces away from hibernation. There had been Nimbasan winters where Emmet had been on constant [idk] duty just to chase off the threat of torpor, and those days were mild in comparison.

Silently, he resolved to [reclaim] the [duty? Responsibility?] once he tracked Ingo down. He didn’t care how ridiculous it looked, he was going to drape himself over his brother either until the scales radiated his own warmth back at him, or something physically pried him off. It was entirely possible that both conditions would need to be met before considered it.

[...]

Despite being a single vocalization, there were layers to the word, leaving him uncertain what he really heard.

“...Emmet?”

“...Reshiram?”

When it came down to it, it didn’t matter which one was uttered to the world at large. The underlying message was there, and it was… so much more than Emmet could have hoped for. Ingo had never seen him like this, and had no memory of him from before, but something still shone through. Truth, perhaps, stoked by its avatar’s presence? Or maybe Ideals, finally cracking the ice?

“I am both! Yep!”

[...]

While there was a beat of confusion, it was very much not hesitation, and he automatically moved to accommodate. It was one thing to have his other half again, to finally see that aching void stitched shut. It was something else entirely to hold his brother for the first time in years. There was no doubt which took precedence-- because yes, he was Reshiram now, but he’d been Emmet first.

[...]

“You’re so warm.” He said with a strange intensity, like the concept had never occurred to him before.

[...]

He would grant the Pearl Clan this much: they had certainly tried to combat the cold on Ingo’s behalf. The tunic was thicker than he’d given it credit for-- better at retaining heat-- and someone had gone to the trouble of tailoring it to accommodate wings without leaving it open to the elements. Between that effort, the much-abused greatcoat, and what he could spot of the long sleeved undershirt, it was a decent layer of protection. Not nearly enough, but likely the best they could have done under the circumstances.

---

“Ah,” He said in a voice so small Emmet almost didn’t recognize it as being Ingo’s, “Then our current state is my fault. I’m… very sorry to have caused the [trouble/inconvenience].”

Emmet stared at him for several seconds, and then grabbed him by the face, just to drive home how seriously he was taking this. “Do not apologize. It happened because you refused to be taken without a fight. Even if it was unable to prevent [idk] in that moment, it was a worthy ideal.”