#apparently the neck looks a bit broken but. we ball

[kir0nixx]

Kofi reward for shadow_nachi! ID in alt, reblogs super appreciated :]

[natalievoncatte]

This was a rare novelty: Lena was not the most famous person in a pubic place. In fact, dressed down in jeans, a tank top, and a ball cap, Lena was downright unremarkable. Or at least, it seemed that way.

All of the attention was heaped on Kara. Or rather-

“Supergirl!”

A gaggle of girls of versions ages charged over to them in a virtual mob, and Lena felt almost snubbed. Kara, herself in shorts and a Sentinels jersey, briefly seemed confused at the attention, even though she’d been out as Supergirl for almost six months now.

She quickly settled into meeting and greeting, asking the girls their names and signing various bits and bobs for them while the rest of the group, Alex and Kelly and Nia and Brainy, hung back, just behind Lena.

Finally, Kara managed to disentangle herself when security started breathing down their necks.

Lena had gotten everyone box seats directly behind the home dugout, and the group made their way down.

“This is pretty far from the rent-controlled section,” Kara said, grinning as she gestured at the nosebleed seats, a high above them on the top deck.

Brainy immediately settled in to study the game program and books on baseball he’d brought with him, amiably explaining (mansplaining? Coulansplaining?) baseball to Nia. For her part, his girlfriend seemed content to listen to his excited chatter, so Lena wasn’t bothered.

Alex had apparently appointed herself to keep Kara fed, and had already acquired enough snacks for a small army, and Kara was happy to dig in and take a chili dog in either hand.

Lena didn’t much care for the game, so she was pleased when Alex handed her a beer with a sardonic “things we do for love” look. Kelly was apparently more the fan of the two, and the Sentinels were playing the Metropolis Knights in this game, prompting an intra-Superfriend rivalry.

As for Lena? She was there for Kara.

The afternoon light seemed to caress her features, bringing out the soft glow in her honeyed skin and golden hair, and there were depths in her eyes that no one in the world could ever equal. Lena could stare at her forever and never get bored.

The spell wasn’t even broken when she polished off the first two hot dogs and let out a wild, rumbling belch that made her giggle and Alex roll her eyes.

She already knew that she was in love with Kara, but every time it seemed like her heart was full to bursting, it grew even fuller.

Lena has meant this for them. Lena had offered her the seats, hoping to feel out Kara about the potential for a date-date, to finally get an answer about the maddening tension between them over the last two months. Kara spent more time at Lena’s new house over the last two months than she had in her own apartment, and yet that line had never been crossed.

The line remained unbroken, but they were right up against it. Kara gave Lena’s thigh a squeeze without seeming to realize what she was doing, then yanked her hand back as if she’d touched something hot, and just played it off when Lena looked at her, and kept looking at her.

The start of the game spared her from the awkward conversation.

Kara was eager to explain to her, leaning over to over-explain the nuances of every move and play.

Exactly like Brainy and Kelly were doing with their girlfriends.

Lena paid her more attention than the game, so Lena didn’t even notice when one of the Knights hit the ball oddly and, instead of flying out over the field, rocketed almost straight up. Lena was, in fact, so focused on Kara that she didn’t realize where the ball was going until it was cutting lazily through the air and headed straight at her head.

A yelp jumped from her throat and she jerked back, but of course there was nothing to fear. A moment later there was a hearty slap of cowhide on skin. Kara plucked the ball from the air two inches from Lena’s nose, dramatically holding it in place for a moment.

When she moved her hand, and the ball, Lena followed Alex’s eye-line. Kara’s sister was groaning.

They were all on the Jumbotron, the huge screen over the left field stands, and the crowd was pointing and cheering as the announcer’s voices boomed out about the great catch by Supergirl.

Lena wanted to sink through her seat.

Then Kara said, “Here.”

She held out the ball in both hands, turning in her seat. The way she held it, cupped gently in her palms with great reverence, giving Lena a weird and silky flash of her doing the same thing with a velvet box. Lena took it, grinning like an idiot in spite of herself and clutching it to her chest.

Lena pointed at the giant screen, and Kara looked, waving to the crowd as if she’d suddenly remembered that they were there. Lena gave a half-hearted wave, then turned back to Kara to say something.

Whatever it was, it was utterly scrubbed from Lena’s brain by impossibly soft lips gently brushing her own, then locking with them. Some distant part of Lena’s brain tried to explain, to rationalize. It was a mistake. Kara would get flustered and play it off with something about what friends are for and the moment would slide away, a taste of a dream that would leave Lena starving for another morsel.

No. Kara was full on kissing her. The heat that surged through Lena’s body was all consuming, and she barely registered the thunderous cheers from the crowd. She let herself fall into Kara, hiding against her shoulder as Kara wrapped an arm around her and settled them both lower in their seats, tugging her ball cap down.

The camera finally turned its attention elsewhere.

Alex turned to Kelly and said, “fucking finally.”

“Hey,” said Kara, her voice soft and only for her. “Want to head home after the stretch?”

Home. Not your house. Home.

“I’m not totally sure what that means, but yes,” Lena whispered back, then popped a bit of popcorn in Kara’s mouth.

[the-modern-typewriter]

If you're willing, can we have your take on the "there's only one bed" trope? Villain/hero please.

Looking at the single bed in the room, the hero was tempted to say 'I'll take the floor', but they could just imagine the look the villain would give them. It would be filled with a gently mocking sort of amusement, not unkind, but...but the hero would see it, and want to curl up in a ball and die.

The hero swallowed.

"Would you like me to take the floor?" the villain asked.

Somehow, that was possibly worse than the amused look. It had the same knowing. Again, not unkind, but...the hero's face burned. "It's fine!" they said. "I don't mind sharing." They closed their eyes, briefly. "I probably won't hit you in the face."

"What?"

The hero cleared their throat. "I'm not trying to make you take the floor, and I'd be - er - obviously I'm not going to make you take the floor."

The villain stared at them.

The hero wanted to curl into a ball and die, so maybe there had never been any avoiding that. "I. Um. I move...in my sleep. Apparently."

"Apparently?"

Apparently, it had been a very a long time since the hero had shared a bed with anyone, ever since their last partner stopped after the hero kept having nightmares and accidentally punching them in the face.

"I'm just going to take the floor," the hero said. "I've slept in worse places."

The villain raised a brow. "They've only provided one duvet. It's cold."

"Terrible place. I know. I'm going to give it such a bad review on TripAdvisor."

"No, you won't."

No, the hero wouldn't. They'd always felt giving people bad reviews was mean.

"Take the bed with me," the villain said, moving forwards. "You're not going to hurt me. I'd have you pinned the second you tried."

"Um." They tried not to picture that. They failed.

The villain flashed them a look over their shoulder, already in the process of taking off their clothes. "I also promise not to molest you. In case that's your concern."

"No." Maybe, it should have been. Mostly, it was the possibility of accidentally punching the villain in the face. It was all well and good to punch them on purpose. In their sleep felt a bit off.

"Chop chop then." The villain smiled, and let their shirt drop. "I'm knackered, and we have an early start."

The hero quickly looked down to avoid staring. They were not especially self-conscious about their body, or sharing beds with people in general. At least, they hadn't been before the nightmares and punching. A bed was a bed was a bed. It didn't have to mean anything.

Somehow, the thought of sharing a bed with the villain, having their bare skin inches away beneath the sheets, got to them more than it would have done with anyone else. Their heartbeat quickened.

They shucked off their own, travel-worn and impossible to sleep in, clothes until they were only in their underwear. They quickly dove beneath the covers, keeping to the edge of their side. It wasn't really a big enough bed to have much possible 'sides' to it. When the villain got in, the hero could feel the heat of them, close. They could feel the way the villain held themselves, avoiding the contact.

The hero huffed. "Put your arms around me," they said. They closed their eyes so they wouldn't see the villain's face.

"Little spoon so you don't punch me?"

They didn't have to see the villain's face to hear the smirk.

"It's not funny," the hero muttered. "I'm told it hurts."

The villain's arms curled around them after a beat, pulling them flush and holding them close. Their breath tickled the hero's neck. Their grip was firm and secure. The hero didn't actually think they could have broken the hold so easily.

Most of their previous partners held them with such tenderness, like they thought the hero might break if they held on too tight, and it wasn't a bad thing obviously, but...

The villain's hold was so reassuring.

"This okay?" The villain's voice was by their ear. "You stopped breathing."

The hero shivered.

They knew the villain felt the shiver, but they didn't react.

"Yeah," the hero managed, a little hoarse. "Fine. I'm fine. It's fine."

"Good. Goodnight."

The hero cleared their throat. "Goodnight."

They expected it to take them ages to fall asleep, given vulnerability around enemies and all that...but with everything that had happened in the last forty eight hours they were exhausted, and they couldn't quite believe the villain would hurt them. At least, if they did, it wouldn't be while the hero was sleeping. And, so, after a few minutes of being agonisingly aware of the villain being behind them, they drifted off more sweetly and easily than they had in a long time.

When they woke up, it wasn't in the middle of the night, from a nightmare that left them flailing to defend themselves. It was morning. They were warm. Neither of them had moved.

The villain's breathing was steady and peaceful.

And the hero found maybe, just maybe, they would have left five stars on TripAdvisor for being crammed into a tiny single bed, with their villain, because there were no other rooms.

[reader6898]

Cure

Pairing: Cody x female reader

Summary: you're one of the medics for the 212th and the only one that Cody listens to. When he gets hurt and is ordered bed rest you give him the perfect cure

Warning: 18+ (no minors allowed), language, reader outranks Cody in this, established relationship, oral (male receiving), handjob, bit of teasing, aftercare

A/n: apparently it's commander Cody day so I figured I would jump on this and help celebrate our commander sunshine 🧡

"I'm fine, Helix. It's not that bad." "Sir, you just took a blaster shot to the shoulder and your leg is broken from kicking those droids. So, I highly suggest you take a week off to let yourself heal." Cody kicks off the blanket and goes to stand up but Helix pushes him back down. Cody gives him his commander look but Helix pushes back. "As the team medic I'm officially ordering you on bed rest."

"Helix." "Sir." The two of them stare at each other and Helix sighs. "You can go back to your quarters but stay off that leg. It needs healing." Helix walks away and Cody smirks. He gets up and grabs the crutch that he was given before making his way to his private quarters.

Cody was working on something in bed when his door to his private room opens and you stand there with your arms crossed. "So, I heard you were given bed rest but refuse to take it." Cody chuckles. "I'm in bed now aren't I, mesh'la?" You roll your eyes. "Yes, but we both know you're only doing it out of spite." Now Cody was rolling his eyes. "Cyare, like I told Helix. I'm fine." "Not according to the medical report that Helix filled out." "Helix is exaggerating. It's just a blaster wound and broken leg. Nothing that I can't handle." You raised your eyebrow as you stared at him.

"Don't look at me like that. I don't need the rest. What I need is to get back out there." You walked over to Cody. "Well, as the team medic, when it comes to the health of the men, including you, I outrank everyone. So, I'm ordering you on bed rest for the next week. You will not move from this bed unless it's to shower, use the fresher, or you are needed on deck. You will also wait until me and Helix give you the okay to go back out on the battlefield. Is that understood, commander?" Cody was stunned. You've never pulled rank on anyone before, let alone him. He was also turned on as he could feel himself getting hard and he was pretty sure that if you looked down you would be able to notice the tent in his blacks.

"Understood." Cody cleared his throat and you smiled. "Good. Because I have just the thing to help you get better." You pushed Cody down so that he was lying on his back and you kissed him on the lips. The kiss was full of want and lust and Cody groaned as you stuck your tongue in his mouth. Cody pulls you closer and for a moment you let him before pulling away. You kiss his neck, making sure to leave little love bites, before pulling his shirt up and kissing your way down his body. Cody pulled his shirt off and watches you make your way down to the tent in his pants.

You pull down his pants and Cody's cock hits his stomach. You kiss and massage his thighs and when you lick the side of his cock on the vein his breath hitches. "Mesh'la..." You tug on him on a few times before taking the tip in your mouth and swirl your tongue around it. "Kriff." You lock both sides of his cock again and finally take him fully in your mouth. Cody groaned again as he closes his eyes.

You bob your head up and down and whatever you couldn't fit into your mouth you took in your hand. "Just..just like that, Cyare. You feel so good around me." You lower you head and gag a little as he hits the back of your throat. Cody threw his head back and places a hand in your hair to guide you some more. As you pleasure him you take your hand that had been around him and cup his balls.

"Kriff..don't stop." Cody grips your hair and grips the blanket with the other hand as he thrusts forward. You moan around him as he hits the back of your throat again and the vibrations bring him close to the edge. "I'm..I'm so close. Mesh'la.."

Cody thrusts into you a few more times and with one last thrust and you squeezing his balls Cody comes in your mouth. You suck on him as he spills into your mouth and once he's sure he's all spent Cody lays still as you pull off of him with a pop.

You walk into the freezer and grab a wash cloth and make your way back to Cody. You clean him up and toss the rag aside in the fresher once your done. You walk back over to Cody. " I hope you were satisfied with the medicine I prescribed." Cody gives you a smile. "The best cure I've been given." He sits up, careful to not hurt his leg anymore, and pulls you close. "I think it's time I returned the favor." You chuckle. "As much fun as that sounds I have to get back to the medbay. Helix is probably wondering where I'm at." Cody pulls you closer. "I think he can wait a little longer."

You pull out of his grasp. "You need to rest and I have to get back to work. But I promise to come back later to check on you." Cody sighs. "You promise?" "I promise." You and Cody link your pinkie fingers together to seal the promise before you bend down and kiss him. "I'll see you later." Cody let's go of you and watches you saunter away. He couldn't help looking at your ass, which you could feel him doing and you smiled as you stopped. "Or maybe I won't. Either way, you better get your rest, commander. You're going to need it." Cody groans and you laugh a little as you leave. Cody lies back down in his bunk. You were going to be the death of him.

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[numberoneanika]

Okay, so now that I'm FINALLY done making my DRDT video and am now exporting, I finally have time to make a long-ass post on who I think the killer is most likely to be. There is a very clear opinion in this essay. Be warned, it is a lot of text. This post might be formatted weird, because I copied it from Google Docs. Spoilers for Ch2 Episode 11.

First of all, the evidence. Here is a list: The motive secrets The fish on the playground Tape wrapped around the carousel (likely the grippy tape Rose mentioned) Rope hidden in the carousel Marks near the swingset Red marks on Arei’s wrist Arei’s broken neck Ripped up note in trash Tape in trash, identical to the tape on carousel Water jugs with handles missing Ball of clothes glued together with starch

Broken lights in the playground Apparently there is some difference in the gym, though I can’t find it now. I think someone said some of the weights are moved?

Evidence Discussion Time: Our time of death is probably wrong. The jugs in the trash could be used to keep water around and stored in the minifridge in the gym, thus making the murder able to be committed during nighttime, and the marks on Arei’s wrists look too new to be made last night. Her body was also still moving when we found it, implying it was hanged recently. The note could be fake, for all we know - it’s way less suspicious to put a note in a pocket, which everyone here has, then to rip it up into multiple pieces and throw it in the trash, not to mention more time-efficient. The ball of clothes is oddly, perfectly… circular. Almost like it’s wrapped around something. As far as I know, Charles never mentioned the weight of it, so it could be wrapped around a bowling ball. Or something. More on this soon. Honestly, the fish could turn out to have nothing to do with the murder. Maybe they were just there to help establish the fake time of death. If Arei was hanged normally, then she should’ve died of strangulation. However, her neck is broken instead. Pretty much everyone and their mom has already said this, but it’s most likely that there was a pulley system involving the carousel of some sort that broke her neck. Also, there’s some extra rope tied around the top pole of the swing set (???), which further supports this theory. Also, if the ball of clothes really is wrapped around something like a bowling ball, the killer could’ve used it as the weight in the system. Considering Arei doesn’t seem to have any signs of struggle, it’s possible the killer knocked her out with Rose’s turpentine, which she mentioned she lost. The marks near the swing set could technically disprove this, but it’s not too hard to fake these marks. Not to mention, the scratches could help prove the fake time of death, depending on how long it would take any marks on the floor to disappear.

Okay, it’s time to actually talk about our suspects. I’ll be ranking them from least suspicious to most suspicious, and talk about my top two suspects in more detail.

Literally impossible: Xander, Min, Teruko, Charles Don’t think I have to explain for our former three. Charles has a phobia of dead bodies, not just blood, so I highly doubt he’d be the killer.

Highly unlikely: Eden, Arturo, Veronika, David, Arei Eden: Her being the culprit would only make Teruko’s beliefs in Not Trusting Anyone Ever only get worse. Arturo: Seems like he’ll get character development, sooner or later. Veronika: Seems too obvious, saying weird shit like that she’s excited about the killing game, and just wants to be entertained. David: Just… well, you know. He’s batshit insane and has admitted to the crime, all Nagito-style, so I don’t think it’s him. Probably antagonist, tbh. Arei: See above for hanging and strangulation vs broken neck.

Bit likely: Nico, Rose, Ace Nico: I don’t know particularly why, but they’re just kind of suspicious. I don’t know if they’d risk it, though, considering they were just caught red-handed trying to kill Ace. Rose: Considering the note is probably fake, she could be acting like she’s trying to help, but in actuality, is putting us on the wrong path? I can’t really see it being her, though. Ace: Kind of suspicious, considering he conveniently didn’t catch anything besides Arei confronting David about his secret. But if he was going to kill anyone, it’d probably be Nico.

Somewhat likely: Hu, J Hu: Everyone has been jumping on her, and honestly? Kind of justified. She’s refused to reveal the secret she has, she’s refused to reveal her own secret, and now she’s had that whole… breakdown… thing. She also has an alibi during the fake time of death, which could be intentional planning. Not to mention, she gives major Kirumi Tojo vibes, and you know how that went. She did get new sprites though, and I dunno if they’d kill her off right when she got new clothes. J: She has been JUMPING on everyone vaguely suspicious. Immediately jumped to Arturo being the culprit, then immediately jumping to David being the culprit. At this point like… girl, just keep your mouth shut, pretty please. Arei did do the same exact thing last trial, and she turned out to be innocent, however. Aside from that, she could use Arturo as an alibi, maybe. She has the universal remote, which could help her sneak up on Arei. She’s also on the title card, and she hasn’t had all that much screen time this chapter despite that.

Highest Suspect #2: Levi Look, he’s honestly getting the Hu treatment by the fandom but slightly toned down. But besides that, he is super suspicious. Arei got the murderer secret, and everyone has honestly pretty much narrowed that down to him. To be honest, he probably killed his family or something. He’s strong enough to spin the carousel for the pulley mechanism, and he stated that he was in the laundry room during 7:30 to 10, which could relate to the ball of clothes. He also hasn’t said anything particularly helpful in any way during the trial. However, I don’t know why he’d set up a fake time of death, and then not give himself an alibi during the fake time of death. Dumbass.

Highest Suspect Ever: Whit Look me in the eyes and try to tell me he’s not at least a little suspicious. I won't hold the hanging joke thing against him, as it could just be a case of unlucky phrasing, but it could also be a Celeste case, where he says something he's not supposed to (or it was subconscious). Aside from that, a lot of this evidence seems to point to him. He has an alibi during the fake time of death, and he willingly volunteered to piece together the note, possibly knowing that it would give him an "alibi" for the time of death. He would know where the old clothes were, seeing that he was there when Teruko and Hu got their new clothes. David is most likely being framed by being sent to near the place of the crime, and guess who sent him there?

You guessed it, Whit Young. He's also, like, mad suspicious for behavioral reasons. He claimed Rose's secret when she said she didn't see who owned it and no one came forward to claim it, and didn't seem all that concerned about it. It could just be his gestures vaguely non-concerned nature, but still suspicious. But wait! I can hear you asking. If Whit's the culprit, then why did he deflect the topic when the note was brought up, knowing that it could frame Eden and solidify his alibi? Why did he delay revealing David's secret, knowing that it could frame David as well? Well, dear reader, let me explain. For our first issue, it comes down to Teruko's nature. She's distrusting, blunt, and won't leave any issue that could help solve the murder alone. If Whit was the culprit, he could safely assume that Teruko would eventually get the note out of Eden, so he could derail the topic while knowing it would eventually come up and make his "alibi" and look less suspicious at the same time. For the second issue, it comes down to Whit himself and a key point in his personality: his intuition.

In the first trial and his FTE, he makes a point of saying that he knows things because of his strong intuition. Hell, it's bolded every time he says it. Consider this: what if his intuition had already made him suspect David as not who he said he was, and Whit finding out that the manipulator secret belonged to him and David lying about his secret only solidified this? From the second screenshot, it can be inferred that Whit knows when people are acting. If Whit knew David was lying, being manipulative and trying to cause a murder, then he could frame him, knowing that it would be likely that David would break down and reveal his true colors when accused, only serving to incriminate him further. Another thing: the main reason Whit admits to having David's secret is that Charles realizes he is lying. What if Whit, using his intuition again, is banking on that fact? It's a note situation - he knows it'll be revealed anyway, so he can delay it and make himself look like he's hiding the secret out of concern for David's career. But wait! I can hear you asking again. Whit set off the BDA! He couldn't have set off the BDA if he was the culprit! First, let's talk about Whit and Eden's thoughts on searching the playground. Neither one of them particularly wanted to go. Eden is explained by her probably wanting to prepare herself for seeing Arei's body, or not wanting to believe that Arei is dead. But what about Whit? There's no real explanation as to why he was apprehensive to go in. If my theory is true and he is the culprit, he would probably investigate on the first floor so he doesn't mess up the BDA, but Teruko grabbing him and Eden ruined that. He was less expressive about it than Eden, but he could have been just as worried, if not more. So basically, it’s sheer dumb luck that Teruko grabbed him, but we’ve already seen that one before (Read: Min arriving at the exact time Charles left). Anyway, what I'm trying to get at here is that someone else saw the body before Eden and Teruko. And who would be the most likely to have done that? David Chiem, who's already trying to kill us all. Not to mention, he tried to stop MonoTV from revealing the secrets because Arei was missing.

Considering he probably isn't the culprit, it kind of seems like he knew someone was already dead. The mystery discoverer could also be Veronika, who's already said she just wants to see things be interesting, but I don't know about that.

My only grey areas in this theory are why Whit would want to escape, as this would kill Charles, and the fact that he was kind of friends with Arei. Anyway, I already wrote 9 paragraphs about Whit being the culprit, so if he ends up being innocent, this'll just be embarrassing. Let me know your thoughts.

[igotanidea]

Here and now : Daredevil x OC

A/N: The character I created for Marvel goes by the alter-ego Shadow (real name: Casey Coulson, Phil's niece) . She can control darkness (and a bit of light), summon the shadows, see through people's past (events in life) and to a degree control and help people with their demons from the past. Moreover she can turn herself into shadow and sneak into places which makes her a perfect agent and spy.

Having that in mind you may presume reading.

warning: just some spontaneous 100% fluff

masterlist

Here and Now

Living in New York is both a wonderful experience and a pain in the ass. Especially when a mission goes wrong and innocent people ricochet. And even though I am very, very good at what I'm doing some unforeseen events gets in the way more often than I wish they would. The worst part? Most of the people I know, don't really understand the pain and guilt that comes with failed action. That is something you have to go through by yourself. Swallow the bitter pill and move on with your life and your superhero shit.

Sometimes, but extremely rarely you can confine to someone with similar history, however such emotional talking usually ends up with more pain for both sides of this conversations. So that's it. You are alone with everything which makes it all more tragic. I know. I've seen and experienced not only my pain but also the sorrow and grief of my fellow superheroes residing in the same city - Spiderman, The Punisher, Moon Knight and Daredevil. We are all deranged because of negativity and sadness.

Some days are just harder than the others and this is one of them. Two days ago I was assigned a mission of rescuing a hostage, kidnapped by some religious fanatics. Apparently as some sort of personal vendetta against the man those lunatics wanted to kill him on live video. And then move on to his family - wife and little kids. How much shit can grow in people's brain. My task was simple, move on to my shadow form, scare them till they shit their pants and intercept the kidnapped one. Easy, peasy. That went smoothly, but the support team which was clearly instucted to keep an eye on the man's family made one, yet fatal mistake. They got distracted. Instead of putting all the attention on wife and kids they got some human instincs and decided to evacuate the oldest residents of the building where the family lived. When the last of the retired was leaving the time bomb planted in the tenement exploded. I was on the other side of the town but even from such distance I heard the blast.

-Fuck! - I hissed and immidiately passed the rescued man to the doctors, while myself rushed to the disaster area, hoping for the best but expecting the worst. As I reached the destination point the whole area was obviously clouded with dust and ash. Thanks to my abilities I quickly dispersed it and moved forward giving orders to the authorities, not givinig a damn that this may be above my pay grade. Those incompetent idiots just endangered everybody. Why the hell didn;t they send explosive engineers first!? - You, with me! - I motioned the first of the firefighters who was quick to follow me. As we moved past the broken balls I heard some faint noises coming from the collapsed ceiling. - Don't move. I'm coming for you. Just hol on!

-It hurts - a little girl sobbed.

-Hey, hey, it's gonna be fine - I reached my hands towards her - I got you. Now look, nothing can hurt you now, ok?

-It's so dark in here. I'm scared. - she hid her face in my neck as I picked her up from the ground careful not to cause additional pain since she was already heavily hurt.

-Let's make it better than, all right - with a single turn of a wrist the shadows disappeared and the girl calmed down. - Now, where are your brother and mother? Were they with you when this happened?

-I don't.... I don;t know.... -she started crying again.

-Hey, shhh, Let's get you to safety and then I will for them, ok?

It took me more than a while to find the rest of the family. It was a miracle that they ended up alive and not six feet underground. They were immidiately transported to hospital to reunite with the head of the family. They were safe in phisical sense, but with years of therapy coming.

-What the Hell were you thinking!? - I angily turned towards the commanding operator when the carriage disappeared on the horizon - you had one freaking job! You could have killed everybody!

-Stand down, Shadow. You are in no position of ranting on me. This is not your place or position to do so!

-Well then, maybe from now on, I will have to deal with the shit in this city by myself. At least I do not fail - I was shaking with all the pain, stress and emotion and wasn't really making rational decistions. nonetheless, the fast was, that I was becoming tired of working with the officials and dealign with their love for procedures and paperwork. Maybe it was time to go solo. Like every other superhumans I knew.

You can judge me all you want, but a night and a morning after such events were always .... challenging, to say the least. Being a coucellor in high school require absolute control and focus and because of my second life I was lacking both of those traits lately. Of course, it did not come unnoticed.

-Ms. Coulson, can I come in?

-Peter, hey , come on it. And cut the Ms, I hate when you do that. We have to much of a history together.

-It still feels weird at school.

-I know - I sighed - but we are alone and I'm only a couple years older than you, so feel free to go unofficial. Anyway, what can I do for you today? Trouble with.... you know? - I waved a hand around.

-What?- for a second he looked confused - No, no! Nothing like that. not to bone, but everything has been quite well lately.

-Good for you - I muttured and looked down at my desk.

-But I'm worried about you, Casey.

-Me? - I frowned - why me?

-Oh, come on. I noticed. You are ... more concerned. More... I don;t know .... troubled. Is there something....?

-Peter, are we talking as friends now?

-Um... yes, I guess.

-Very well then. You know.... sometimes things don't go accoring to plan and I've had a lot on my plate. BUT. Despite being your friend and sharing some .... experience I am also still your mentor. And it's my duty to tell you to focus on school and your life.

-But...

-I will be fine. I promise. You don't have to worry about me.

-Are you sure, Casey?

-Mhm. Positive. Now, my friend, since I already have you here, some of the teachers have been reporting sudden drop in your grades. Is there something you want to tell me about?

-Actually, there is one thing .....

***

I lied. Ok, maybe not lied, but used some non-acurate words. I was not fine. In fact, I was overwhelmed, overstimulated and was barely holding myself together because of the every day work, missions, obligations, duties and life in general. I was dangerously tip-toping towards the edge of my perseverance and I felt it. What was the worst - once I started spinnig there was no way to stop it. At least, not by myself.

For the whole evening I was desperatly trying to keep myself busy just to avoid thinking and feeling. Sensing a panick attack I frantically cleaned the whole apartament, caught up on some work, wrote one of the reports which was due next week and did some workout. Nothing helped. If anythign I was getting more and more stressed and scared. So I took a bath hoping that hot water will clear my mind. It didn't. At this point my head was spinning, my hands were shaking, breathing was becoming a challenge and I was experiencing some sort of brain shutdown since I was having trouble with grounding myself in reality. Unwanted tears statred to show in my eyes.

-Breathe, breathe - I was telling myself as I laid down on the couch, holding my knees close to my chest - you are fine, everything is fine, you can get through this. Just breathe.... - empty words since I was feeling like throwing up.

-Casey .... - as I heard the voice coming from the window I immidiately jumped off the couch summoning the darkness, ready to throw all of it to the intruder - hold the fire, it's me - the stranger took a step towards me.

-Matt!? What the fuck. I could have given you a heart attack with the shadows. - I was shaking even more now and he obviously knew that due to his abilities - why.... why are you here? - I grabbed the back of the couch for support to my unstedy legs.

-I heard your panting and panicking from the other side of Hell's kitchen.

-And you decided to just drop by? Don't you have a mission of your own?

-I do - he moved towards me making me lay down and unclench my fist - but it was impossible to focus on anything while you were dealing with shit here.

-Was it? - I raised my head slowly but he forced it back down - I;m sorry than, Daredevil. It was never my intention to keep you this occupied. I know how important your night shift is for you.

-Shhh - he silenced me - I choose to come here. Now, scoop a bit - when I complied with his words he layed down next to me and held me close to his chest. I can't lie this was both unexpected and very welcomed.

-Matt... I ....

-Shhh. Just breathe - he started to stroke my hair in this gentle manner no one else could provide - in and out. It's gonna be fine...

-How is it gonna be fine, Mattie? - I sobbed quietly holding him tighter. - I don't know how much longer....

-Casey, just listen to me, will you - he gently grabbed my chin and made my look at him - it will pass, trust me. It always does.

-Yes, but ... - I shook my head abruptly, not believing him.

- It's just panick speaking to you. You can't listen to whatever it is trying to impose on you.

-How are you always so calm about it?

-It? You mean the night shift? - he smirked - I don't. Not always. But I know I am not alone.

-How so? - I asked a bit confused.

-I am not alone, because whenever I start to spin I think of you and it makes it all better.

-Me? I don;t understand.

-Don't you? - he grabbed my hand an put it on his heart, that was beating frantically - don't you really? you don't realise why I came running to you the very second I learned what you were going through? Casey, please.... - he propped himself up so he was now facing me, his gazeless eyes giving away so many feelings - pain, vulnerability ... love - And I thought I was the blind one ... - he sighed his face inches from mine as he leaned his forehead over mine.

If his intention was to make my panick attack go away and help me calm down he got the complite opposite of intended aim.

-I though you came here to help me - I muttered closing my eyes and not moving away an inch.

-Isn't it helping? Are you still scared? Or panicked?

-No.

-Then tell me .... - he whispered - what do you feel?

-You. I feel you.

-Does that help? - his hands found my waist and pulled my closer.

-I don't know. Did you do all that you could?

-Not even close - he closed the gap between us as his soft lips found mine and captured them in the gentle kiss. Daredevil was kissing the Shadow. How crazy is that? Anyhow, I had to give to him, that he perfectly knew what he was doing moving his head to deepen the kiss and I involuntarily smiled toward the kiss. He immidiately pulled away smirking.

-Do you feel better now?

-No. I suppose you will have to continue on calming me down.

-Really? - he smirked again - Well, I got many ideas on how to achieve that - he pushed me down on the couch and wrapped his hands around me protectively - one of them ensuring you get proper sleep. - No funny bussiness, tonight.

-Fine - I whined laying my head on his chest and listening to his steady heartbeat - I'll play nice, just this time. But you just ignited the fire, Murdock.

-Good - he muttered sofly pulling the blanket over both of us - now, sleep. I'm here now. Nothing wrong will happen to you.

-Thank you - I yawned moving even closer and wrapping my hands around him yearning for the warmth and safety I felt in his arms. - Thank you for coming and grounding me. You are my anchor, Matt.

-And you are mine - he responded with a little kiss on my temple - I love you, Case.

-I love you too, Mattie - was the last words before I drifted off completely calm, feeling his unconditional love surrounding me.

@pinksirensong @somest1

[rhijonrs]

Eddie Munson x fem reader Promises

First story in a while Season 4 fix it vampire Eddie smut, mentions of abuse, cute ending 18 plus reader only

The words of Dustin Henderson kept repeating in your head over and over “he didn’t make it y/n Eddie didn’t make it… he wanted to save us but … the bats … they …” he said fighting the tears he couldn’t finish his sentence you both collapsed to the floor crying you remember screaming not being able to breathe. Eddie was gone your Eddie no this wasn’t true he promised. He promised he’d come home and you’d get out of Hawkins you had found a little apartment that you’d been saving for months Eddie was gonna graduate and in his words “we’re getting the hell outta this town baby”

You remember the last time you saw Eddie you were in your trailer you shared with your mum she wasn’t home but you were sat on the sofa the news on and they were saying things about Eddie apparently a girl at his school Chrissy Cunningham she was a cheerleader was killed in his trailer and he was the main suspect. You knew your Eddie wouldn’t do that he couldn’t right he has such a gentle heart he was the guy that had fixed all your broken pieces after you and ex split up Billy Hargrove who was pretty abusive to you and everyone around him. He protected you built you back up and he loved his little sheep as he’d call them the kids at his D&d club he was there Shepard who he defended against the basket ball team especially Jason Carver. You were distracted by your thoughts when you heard tapping on your window you opened your door to your trailer to see Eddie he looked terrified he ran into your arms “y/n I fucked up baby… I didn’t do it I swear… she just…” he was broken and it killed you seeing him like this you held him tightly brushing his hair out of his face comfortingly “Eddie I know , I know you didn’t do anything but baby the whole towns after you, you gotta run,Reefer ricks in jail again isn’t he maybe we could hide out at his place till we work something out” I knew he couldn’t stay here it wasn’t safe the police had been sniffing around the trailer park and you knew it wouldn’t be long till Jason and his minions came looking for him you didn’t know which one was worse. You just needed Eddie to be safe, “no y/n you can’t come with me sweetheart I’m not getting you involved in all this this is my mess and I gotta fix it ” he says kissing the top of your head then before you can argue he holds you tightly promising he’d be okay and he’d come home as soon as this mess was sorted and then he was gone. You knew you had to something so you got changed into eddies hell fire shirt and a pair jeans and walks over to max’s trailer she’d know what to do as she was there for you when her brother billy died even though things with billy didn’t work you two were close a bit like sisters you explained what had happened with Eddie and Chrissy she just looked scared and ran to her room grabbing here radio Dustin answered and you all arranged to meet at family video. You knew Eddie had told you not to get involved but you had to do something.

Max explained to everyone Steve, Robin ,Dustin Lucas and Nancy. You told them he was at reefer ricks so you all decided to go meet him there. “Y/n ?” Eddie says running to you holding you as if he was dreaming he greeted everyone and you came up with a plan on how to defeat Vecna they all split up doing different things and you stayed with Eddie you were talking not letting each other go you were both scared you had to clear eddies name and all of you be safe you started feeling a bit light headed so Eddie made you both something to eat a can of spaghetti os “as soon as this is all over sweetheart we’re getting out of here and I’m gonna make you mrs Munson” he says you bury your head into his neck never wanting him to let go. You wish he never had selfishly you wish Eddie was here you try to forget all those memories they were upsetting you to much right now. You ran yourself a bubble bath trying to relax the memories kept haunting you after a month this memories were still replaying in your head you got in the bath seeing all eddies shampoo and other bath things and washed yourself in his things trying to smell like him to feel closer you got puts the bath and went to your room putting on one of his band shirt and joggers. And later on your bed wishing this was all a dream. You cried yourself to sleep dreaming of Eddie.

“Sweetheart I’m home” you heard in your ear wait no I’m still dreaming you felt arms embrace you you opened your eyes rolling over facing whoever was holding you and wait “Ed’s?” You ask feeling tears pricks your eyes “I’m home baby” he says you jump outta bed “no… you died … Dustin told me you died down there I’m just dreaming” you say crying “baby I’m here I promise” you look into his eyes his once deep brown eyes were now a blood red his skin was much paler than you remember you walked up to you slowly putting his arm on yours rubbing circles he was cold, “Eddie what happened to you down there how are you here” you saw pulling back from him “I don’t know sweetheart I just remember waking up and I just feel.. different I’ve changed please don’t look at me like that” he comes up to you holding you in his arms again the puts his head on your neck “Eddie what are you doing” you ask you him kiss your neck gently then a sharp pain he bit you and started drinking your pain it hurt at first and then you felt a rush of pleasure go through your body “I love you so much y/n” he says pulling off gently looking into your eyes you moan at him pulling off “ I love you too Ed’s can you do that again please ” you ask “fuck I’ve missed you he says and then pushes you on the bed and starts kissing you passionately you buck your hips into his and then he feeds of you again “fuck Ed please” you say moaning he pulls of licking the excess blood he rips your clothes off you then kisses down your body then looks into your eyes for permission you nod and he takes the hint teasingly kissing your thighs then licks a strip of your folds you lift your hips and he pushes you back down and continues licking till he reaches your clit you moan his name repeatedly and felt his cold rings against you hole then places one inside you fucking you with his fingers “you missed this baby fuck I’ve missed your pretty pussy” “fuck yes eds please” you say feeling yourself getting close “I know baby I got you” he starts pumping his fingers faster and acting your clit sucking and licking he lists his head up looking at you “cum for me baby” he says against your clit and you came harder than you ever have he pulls his jeans off pulling his cock out you moan at the sight he strikes himself positioning himself then coming up to kiss you he puts the tin gently then starts sliding in till you scream begging him to go faster and that was it he pumps you harder than he has attacking you nipples “fuck baby I’m gonna explode in a minute need you to cum with me baby” he says rubbing your clit and you feel yourself close “Ed’s” you whimper and he continues to pump into you until you both cum. “That was intense” you say as he pulls out he kisses the top of your head taking you into the shower cleaning you both of them he carries you back in getting you dressed and pulls you into his arm holding him “ Eddie” “yea princess” he says rubbing circles into your back “please don’t leave me again” “promise” he says then you both fall into a deep sleep

[starlightinhumanform]

Five drabble that got out of hand,,, inspired loosely by this post from @five-hargreeves-waistline this isn’t the Most hardcore torture whump,, but there is some blood and what not so fair warning

Sometimes the pain gets to me. I find myself floating to the top, dragged from that place in my brain. It’s warm and bright, but not glaring, and everything seems to have a soft golden hue. Like it’s been buttered. It’s my childhood, or a version of it. We’re all there-- the whole Umbrella Academy. Except we’re not the Academy, we’re just a family. Somehow being “just” a family is so much more than we ever really were. In my mind, Father is there, sitting in an armchair and reading quietly. I’ve never managed to construct something softer for him; apparently, the closest my father ever came to kindness was neutrality. This time, though, he’s in the living room with us and sitting facing us, not hiding in his study and watching from afar. Mom is there, too, helping Diego with his homework. We’re going to a regular school. It’s funny how public school was a privilege we never got. Ben and Allison are the most popular kids in school and we think they’re going to be co-class presidents next year. Klaus is the class clown, of course, but his grades show how smart he really is. Viktor is showing me his violin before a recital tomorrow. It’s his prized possession, and he won’t let any of the other siblings near it, but me. Luther is a jock, of course. Barely into middle school, but we can all tell his going to be the high school’s football captain. And me? I’m just there. Just enjoying being able to be a child.

I’m rising closer to the surface, the butter-toned fantasy melting away. I can taste blood in my mouth. Salty, metallic, almost savory. I nearly start laughing because I can’t tell if it’s mine, or if I bit someone and it’s theirs.

Another strike lands against my nose, fracturing what was already broken. A steady stream of blood flows over my lip. So that was definitely my blood I was tasting. 

There’s a brute standing in front of me, so overly muscled that his bowling ball of a head seems to connect directly to his shoulders without a neck to negotiate between the two. His arms seem too long, almost hanging past his knees, like a primate. Given my job occupancy, I wouldn’t be too surprised if he was part gorilla or something. People do weird shit like that. (No offense to Luther. Or Pogo. Hell, I worked for a fish for a very brief time; who am I to judge?)

The brute is grunting something at me, and I figure if he’s going to work all five of his braincells at full capacity in order to form the semblance of a speech pattern, I could at least try to listen. 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t catch that,” I lean forward, testing the give of the leather straps at my wrists and ankles keeping me attached to this crude-- no we’ll call it rustic-- chair they’ve got me bound in, and give him my most polite smile, “Could you bother repeating that?”

Apparently he didn’t like my smile, landing a blow just below my ribcage and into my diaphragm, “I said, WHERE ARE THE UMBRELLAS?”

This time I really do laugh, in the wheezing sort of way I can manage with the wind knocked out of me, “And why the hell would I tell you that?” 

He grins like he’s been waiting for me to ask that, “Because if you don’t talk to me, you’ll get to talk to Valdemar.”

I crane my neck to see the direction he’s smirking towards. Sure as hell, there’s a man who looks exactly like you’d expect someone named Valdemar to look. He’s tall and would seem thin if he weren’t covered with sinewy muscle. His dark hair is cropped close, revealing a deep scar traveling through one eye and down the length of his face. There’s rack beside him filled with the usual assortment of gleaming metal and sharp points. He’s got one in his hand, sharping it menacingly. 

They’ve always got a Valdemar. I think it’s a torture crew requirement. 

“I don’t have time for this. Did you know the world is ending? Again? And I’m not going to spend my last days betraying my family,” This time as I lean forward, I try to blink out, but it’s no use. 

This room, or something in it, is dampening my power. That indicates a certain level of intelligence, even elegance, that these two simply don’t possess. That’s who I need to talk to; the brains behind these brutes. 

“Hello, Vlademar,” I flashed him one of my award-winning smiles too, “Are we going to chat or can I speak with the grown up in charge now?”

“Nah, nah,” Vlad starts strolling towards me with his own prize-worthy grin, his drawl surprisingly Southern in comparison to most of the Vlads I meet in my line of work, “I think we need to have a little talk first.” 

“Ugh, ok, let’s talk.”

The first pain that hits me is sharp, blinding and wickedly so. It’s piercing into the crest of my shoulder, almost like Vlademar was trying to give a friendly pat on the shoulder, but happened to forget he had a jagged blade in his hand.

He pulls the knife out of the muscle and it’s far worse than the initial hit, the points of the double-serrated edges catching on and ripping through muscle. It manages to pull a wince from me, which burns through my broken nose. I can feel the bruises forming from the brute’s earlier hits, blood blooming beneath my eyes and across my cheek. My lower ribs and sides feel like Henchman No.1 might have been taken to them with a metal pipe. It’s making me wonder how long I managed to stay under this time, how much pain I hid from by pretending to be a child; stuck in my head, imagining what something as a alien as a childhood could be like. 

This time the knife sinks into my side, avoiding anything too important but still managing to hurt like hell, “Tell us where your siblings are.”

“Tell me where your boss is. Or go ahead and waste your time, I really don’t care,” I lean forward into Vlademar’s face, not caring that the knife digs further into me, “My family is stupid and careless and every time I manage to stop the apocalypse, they mange to cause another. But I will never put them in harm’s way. So you can stab me and punch me and pull out my teeth and cut off my fingers or whatever the fuck else you want to do to me, but you’re not going to get any answers. I’m done here.”

“You don’t get to decide when you’re done,” The growling voices are starting to fade out again, becoming fuzzy and distant.

Even as the blade is ripped from my side, I mange to laugh. It comes out in a sputter, barely more than a cough, as the blood from my nose and mouth got caught in the back of my throat. Choking on my own blood; that’s one for the books. 

My side is warm, burning in pain and washed with a stream of blood from the wound that strengthens with every cough. But the other warmth is joining it-- the buttery soft warmth of the fire crackling behind Father’s armchair as he turns the page of his book. 

I think the brute is laughing, somewhere far away, and I smile back. I could weather this, I could weather anything to make sure my family is safe.

I smile. Viktor is showing me his violin. I can almost feel the strings beneath my fingertips. My family is safe and, until I rise out of this dream again, so am I.

[sansxfuckyou]

Dumbassery

Summary: Barks a werebear, and he bites Bean after the dynamite agitates him enough, Nack has to deal with both of them because of this.

Tagging: @authorleaandres

Warnings: Biting, light blood, nothing more actually.

Barks a werebear, this has become a problem very suddenly and with no apparent reason tonight for Team Hooligan.

So here we are, with a very confused weasel, an over excited dynamite and a basically brainless werebear.

A loud high pitched noise came from Bean before Nack could do anything to stop the duck, he was already climbing Bark like a jungle gym. The overly fluffy bear doesn't seem to mind instead he sits down on his haunches, hands between his knees, sitting much like a dog instead.

"Hey Bark, Bark, Barky Barkity-!" Bean said, repeating over and over until the beast turned to look at the duck who practically squealed at the sudden attention, unware he was going down the wrong path.

"Bean, I don't think you should do that." Nack said, Bean waved it off before tossing a warning bomb that gave a weak explosion, Nack just barely dodged, the sudden sound making Bark freeze up and rear back, fight or flight instinct activated.

"Oh relax Nickity Nack, Bark would never hurt little old me, right big guy?" Bean asked, raising his hand in mock scouts honor, only to be greeted with his arm being bit, tearing skin and causing blood to rush, Bean nearly screamed as Bark released his arm, playing it off as a mistake as he trotted on down.

"Chaos be damned, Bean are you ok?" Nack asked as he rushed up to Bean who waved it off with a sputter before going to say he was, cut off by a sudden spark of pain across his skin.

He released a short squawk before buckling to the ground, clutching his head as his feathers grew out rapidly, red bandana compressing enough to stay evident but tight around his neck. His size increased as well, he grew to be just under Nacks height, beak poking out from under the layer of feathers on his face, two glowing orbs of blue that scared Nack also visible, two especially long bunches feathers on his head.

"That was unexpected." Was all Nack could produce at the green replica of Cousin Itt that floundered around a bit before simply sliding across the floor graceful as a swan, in a hypnotic sense.

Here Nack was with two beasts of somewhat unknown origins, the first thing he did was leave for two items. The second he closed the door, Bean sitting down, a few bombs rolling from beneath the thick layer of feathers going off just like that, Bark rearing back until he was in a corner.

Nack returned with three items, a pair of shades, a leash and a steak, each for different use.

He walked up to Bean before attaching the leash to his bandana and attempting to cover the glowing orbs with said shades, able to do so with shocking ease. Next he tossed the meat to Bark who caught it in his maw with ease, towering over both Nack and Bean with ease, probably not able to squeeze through doorways.

And Nack had to deal with these two brainless dumbasses for hopefully only a night, and then the next night, and the next, and so on and so forth.

Oh Chaos, what was he gonna tell Jewel?

He can do that tomorrow, hopefully.

His thoughts were quickly broken by a bomb being thrusted into his face, he just barely skimmed it, handing Bean a glare that had the green ball of feathers shaking.

"Now listen here, Bean, you're gonna sit down and behave your ass till morrows first light, ya hear?" Nack ordered, Bean gave what was most likely a nod.

"And Bark, you are free to move around, just don't break anything, understand partner?" Nack asked, Bark nodded before lying down, nearly crushing Bean, instead resting his head on the pile of feathers.

"I'll be trying to figure out how to clean up this mess with our contacts who wanted their deal finished tonight." Nack said with a sigh before taking his leave, as he shut the door he heard and felt an explosion go off, he ignored it.

Fucking dumbasses, and he had to deal with them.

[star-man-creature]

Remembering my papi

My friend, Red, and I were looking through old google street views of our hometowns and I looked at my nona and papi’s house.

He died about 9 years ago. He was a teacher, although he drew as a hobby. I looked through his old drawings around when he died and showed some of them to my at-the-time friends, one of them of me as a baby. They said the drawings looked bad, but I don’t care.

My grandparents have this stained glass window in their door. It used to be broken (it’s fixed now, my aunt made it all good), so my papi had it in the garage so he could work on it. Seeing the wooden board over the place that stained glass used to be made me remember everything and break down.

My grandfather was born in guadlahara and taken to the us as a baby. Because of this, he really liked spicy foods. When he got as old as he was, this meant his liver started to get really messed up. He hated taking his medicine, and eating more bland food. One day, while my nona was out getting groceries, he left to go to the corner store. He left a note: “going to the store. I’ll be back. Love Ralph”. He fell while crossing the street and broke his neck.

He lived, but had to have one of those big halo metal neck bracers. He was getting better, until the doctor went on a weeklong vacation and the nurses tried to take it off to clean. My nona showed up to the hospital room just as he was telling the nurses that he couldn’t feel his feet anymore. His health declined rapidly at that point, we put him into hospice because he had nerve damage, what else could be done.

My family now takes a trip to a beach town every year over summer, because my papi never got to leave the country post-9/11 due to his messed-up birth certificate due to being taken here as a baby. He always wanted to go visit Belize. We just got back today, but yesterday my nona talked about papi and his death.

Apparently, although I don’t remember it at all, my family decided to pull the plug and were giving last goodbyes. I walked into the room, and with one of the last times he was conscious, he pointed at me and said “There’s Noah”

I’m the oldest kid of my extended family. I remembered this event earlier and got very emotional.

I feel like I’m doing a bad job of remembering my papi. I feel like almost everything i do remember are secondhand stories or snapshots of time. I just remember being on my mom’s ipad at my grandparents’ house instead of talking to him, and playing UMvC3 in the hospice game room to not think about it during his later time. When I heard he finally died, I remember just going and turning on Dragon Ball Xenoverse and just playing it all day so I wouldn’t think about anything else. I feel like I was heartless. I am not even really sure if I did those things because I didn’t want to think, or if I just cared more about video games than my papi’s death. I guess in the end i did care, i cried in the middle of PE the next day and talked with the school counselor about things, but I don’t think it really resolved any of my feelings.

I feel like a bad grandson. I look almost exactly like my papi did when he was around my age, and yet I have barely any clear memories of him and up until yesterday I didn’t even know the whole story behind his death until last night. Either way, I want to write down what happened, and indulge in these emotions for a little bit tonight.

Rest in peace, Ralph Price. I love you papi.

[marcnutz]

Shocking!

18+, minors DNI

Tags: Smut, Sapnap x GN!Reader, Sub!Sapnap, shock collar, heavy degradation, dumbification, self-bondage, blowjobs, ~2k words, this is my first fanfiction in a very long time.

Masterlist and Info

Sapnap has to postpone his shock stream for “personal reasons”. That reason was definitely NOT because it turned him on. Noticing his problem, you decide to take advantage. 

“I’ll put that shock collar around my neck, I don’t care.” Or at least that’s what he claimed. Yet, here he was, whining like a baby scared it would hurt. 

“Come on babe, it can’t hurt that much. Just stop being a pussy and shock yourself already.” You said as you watched your boyfriend babble like a baby. “Here, give it to me and I’ll do it for you. The sooner you get this over the better.” 

Sapnap reluctantly handed over the collar and remote to you before closing his eyes, “I don’t want to know when you’re going to shock me.” 

You laughed at him a little as you got down on your knees to strap the collar to his thigh. The metal prongs poked into his skin, and his soft thighs pillowed over the collar a bit as you tightened it. 

“Relax a bit baby, tensing will only make it hurt more,” you tried to calm your boyfriend, putting a hand on his other thigh. Sapnap took a deep breathe, and as he exhaled you quickly pushed the button on the remote, sending electricity through Sapnap’s thigh. 

He let out a high pitched scream and jumped, then quickly relaxed again. “What? That wasn’t even that bad. Dream and George are such pussies. I can take this.”

You would be lying if you said that the split second before he screamed like a school girl where his face contorted to pain didn’t do something to you. You would also be lying if you said you didn’t want to see it again. “Why don’t we try it more? It might hurt more as you go along, wouldn't you like to be ready for that?” Yes, this will definitely work. Sound reasoning that was definitely not related to you being slightly horny. 

“What? You think I’m going to take that much damage? I’m cracked at the craft babe that won’t happen.” To be completely honest, Sapnap didn’t want to admit that the shock straight to his inner thigh did something for him. His ego was to big for him to be giving up power, and sporting a semi from you hurting him wasn’t going to get him ramming into you any time soon. 

“Oh come on, just a few more. Better to find out how bad it can get now than live in front of a hundred thousand people.” You said, taking the initiative to go ahead and give him one more shock. His school girl scream dropping a few octaves to his normal yelling. “Just take three more, I know you can do it,” 

“F-fine...” 

And so he did take it, like the good boy he was. As he got shocked more and more his screams turned into breathy whines. While the pain was still there, each shock sent an additional shock of pleasure straight to his dick. The final shock forced out an almost pornographic moan from your boyfriend, his hands gripping his armrests for dear life. “Aw baby, you did so good! I knew you could do it, you liked this a whole lot more than I thought you would.”

Sapnap did like this a lot, and he didn’t want to stop, in fact he wanted more. More pain, more pleasure, more anything, more you. His dick was aching in his sweat shorts, a small patch of wetness forming where he was starting to leak. 

“Ahh, look at you. All hot and bothered from me hurting you. Why don’t we play a small game?” It was more of a statement than a question, and you knew he would say yes. “I want you to strip and lay down on the bed. I’ll be right back.” 

Sapnap quickly stood up and began taking off his clothes as you went to go get some water, doing this more so to make him wait than because you were thirsty. You heard him throw himself down on the bed in the other room, and you laughed quietly to yourself at his eagerness. Looking down at the remote in your hand, you wondered how far the signal on the thing reached. Far enough, apparently, as when you pushed the shock button a loud yelp and moan could be heard from your bedroom. 

“Baaaaabbbbbyyyyyyyy~ Come back!” Sapnap yelled from across the house, wanting your body on his. You decided to be nice to him and not make him wait any longer, taking off your own shirt as you walking into the bedroom. 

“Spread your legs for me cutie.” You said as you climbed up onto the bed, Sapnap immediately doing as he was told. “You’re going to listen to me and follow my directions, if you don’t, this will happen” You send another shock through Sapnap’s thigh and he moans, dick twitching. “I’m going to be nice and suck you off. You must keep your hands above your head, no touching me or yourself. If you thrust into me you get shocked. If you cum without permission you get shocked. If you beak any of my rules in general you get shocked, do you understand?” 

Sapnap threw his hands above his head, ‘Y-yes. I’ll listen, I’ll be good. I promise.” 

“Good boy.” You shocked him once more just to be mean, his hips raising up from the bed. You decided to ignore it this one, time as he technically didn’t thrust into you. You move your hand towards his leaking dick, already soaking from his precum. Sapnap lets out a loud moan just as the slightest touch, already oversensitive from waiting. 

Laughing at his eagerness, you slowly kiss his dick, going up from his base before giving the head a few small licks. Sapnap was almost crying from the pleasure, his soft stomach tensing as he tried his best not to move, his hands gripping at the air wishing to be lost in your hair.

You moved your head down to lick a long stripe, starting from the base once more before taking his tip into your mouth and sucking, hard. Sapnap couldn’t stay still anymore, his hips going up trying to get his dick farther down your throat. You quickly pulled off of his and gave him two shocks, his entire body tensing as pain seared through his upper leg. 

“What did I say about following the rules?”

“I-I’m sorry! I didn’t me-AH!” Sapnap was cut off with another shock, more precum leaking from his tip from the mix of pleasure and pain. 

“I don’t want excuses, I want you to listen. I’m turning up the collar now, if you fuck up again you’re getting even more pain.” You knew Sapnap would break your rules again, to be completely honest you wanted him too. Seeing him liked this turned you on so much that it was starting to hurt, but you have to take care of your baby before yourself. 

Reaching back down you take one of Sapnap’s balls into your mouth, using your hand to work his dick. The noises coming out of Sapnap’s mouth would make a whore blush. You go back up to continue sucking on his tip, before slowly lowering your head down to take him farther down your throat. 

You went on bobbing your head, using your hand to cover what you couldn’t fit in your mouth. You decided to test your limits and take the rest of him, forcing his dick all the way down your throat as you choked a bit. All of it was too much for Sapnap to handle, his hands flying to your head and his hips pushing up to push his dick against your throat. You quickly press the shock button and hold it down. The pain so much worse for him than last time.  

You push his hands off you and come back up, glaring at him. “What. Did. I. Tell. You. To. Do.” You asked, punctuating each word with a shock to his leg. “You’re such a fucking slut that you can’t keep your hands off me? I only gave you a few rules to following and you can’t even do that, whore.” 

Sapnap whined at the degradation as you continued to shock him, the pain causing tears to fall down his cheeks. Babbles of “I’m sorry,” and “Please don’t stop,” falling from his mouth. 

“I won’t stop baby, but I’m going to keep shocking you as I do. I don’t care how good you are anymore, do what you want, I can see you’re too dumb and desperate to follow rules anyways. But I swear to god if you cum without permission I’ll strap this shock collar to your cock and watch as you scream.”

Sapnap just nodded, twitching as you shocked him once more before going back down on his dick, taking him all the way down. His hands gripped your bare shoulders, nails digging into your skin every time you shocked him. 

He was close and you knew it, he was close before you even started to be honest, but you weren’t going to let him cum. You wanted to see him broken and crying. 

“AH! God, baby I need to cum. Can I? Ple-AH!” Sapnap called out as you continued deep throating him while shocking his thigh. 

You pulled off more a moment, pretending to think about it. “mmm, no.” You sent another strong shock. Going back down to what you were doing, as Sapnap continues to babble and crying. His nails were starting to leaving red welts on your back and shoulders. All he wanted was to cum down your warm throat.

“Please, please baby ple-AH! Let me cum, I’ll b-be good. I promise! Please babeE~! Let me cum I’ll do anything. I’ve been so good. Please, please, please.” Sapnap’s begging continued, but you just ignored him, happily sucking him off, his salty precum sliding down your throat. 

Sapnap was full on sobbing down, one hand in your hair, the other in his mouth, biting down as he focused all his energy in trying not to cum. All he wanted was to be a good boy for you. Follow the one rule you left him. But the pleasure of your warm mouth on his dick and the pain from the shock collar was beginning to get to much. We was bursting at the seems, and the only thing he could think about was your mouth and that damned shock collar. 

You took pity on him, his crying and drooling form a pathetic sight to see. You pulled off him for just a second, immediately replacing your mouth with your hand. “You can cum now baby, you’ve been such a good little whore for me.” You said before giving him one more good shock and going back down on his cock. 

He let out more babbles of “Thank you” and other incoherent moans as his warm cum filled your mouth, sobbing as you gave a few more shocks before you swallowing around him. 

You pulled off him with an audible pop, gently taking the shock collar off his thigh. You give a soft kiss to the two small red marks left by it. Crawling up the bed, you quickly pull his head into your chest, feeling his hot breath and tears on your skin. 

“You did so good sweetheart, I’m so proud of you. So, so good for me.” You gave Sapnap praise and gently rubbed his back has he came down from his high. Before long his breathing evened out and his post-orgasmic shaking stopped as he fell asleep in your arms. 

“I love you baby,” you whispered as you gently kissed his forehead, drifting off to dream land with him. 

[waitimcomingtoo]

In Case You Don’t Live Forever

~chapter two rewritten~

Pairing: Peter Parker x Venom!Reader

Synopsis: you are Peters greatest love and Spider-Man’s greatest enemy

Masterlist and Series Masterlist

Moving and finding an apartment can be an incredibly long and stressful process. Unless you’re you, and life likes to throw a lot of curve balls at you for the utter hell of it.

Your dad dropped dead three weeks after you told Andy you were moving to New York. Coincidentally, right in the middle of you trying to find a place to live. He drank himself to death. Figures. You doubted you’d ever had a conversation with him that he was sober enough to remember. His untimely demise was unfortunate for him, because he died or whatever, but very fortunate for you. As his only child, you got his apartment in Queens and all his smelly hoodies.

You said your goodbyes to Andy and Dani after a night out in the streets of San Francisco. You had originally moved there after high school to start your show, The L/n Report. San Francisco was known for its crimes against the homeless population and you wanted to start with a story on that. You ended up interviewing Andy at the police station while investigating a missing person, and dated him for two years. Now, you were spending your last few hours in San Francisco with the very boy you once loved and the very girl he now did.

“Are you all packed?” Dani asked you, snapping you out of your thoughts.

“Pretty much. I gotta put my toothbrush and hairbrush in my suitcase in the morning. Other than that, I’m good to go.” You answered her. She smiled fondly at you as she linked her arm through yours.

“Hey, I’m really gonna miss you. More than that guy over there.” You whispered, nodding towards Andy, who had his head buried in his phone. Dani laughed and nodded in agreement as you continued to walk.

“I’m going to miss you too. You’re my best friend here.” She sighed sadly.

“I’m glad we’re friends. Most women in our position would hate each other.” You thought out loud.

“Uh uh. You’re thinking of women in films. It’s 2021, baby. Women support women. You and I are two talented, smart, beautiful women who would never be caught fighting over some boy. Especially not one who can’t take his eyes off his phone for two seconds.” Dani said loudly and smacked Andy’s arm. You laughed at the domestic moment but couldn’t help feeling a pain in your heart knowing he used to be that way with you.

“What, sorry?” Andy looked up. You and Dani looked at him before looking at each other and laughing.

“What’s funny?” He asked, growing annoyed.

“We’re laughing at you babe. Put your phone away. It’s Y/N’s last night here.” Dani scolded playfully. Andy sighed and reluctantly put his phone in his pocket.

“Right, sorry. And it’s not her last night here. She’s coming back. You are coming back, right?” He asked you. You nodded, though you weren’t entirely sure.

“Of course I’ll be back.” You shrugged. “I just want to experience something new for a while. I’ve done a million pieces on homelessness and poverty. I want to see what fresh stories New York has to offer.”

“You’re quoting the Daily Bugle, aren’t you?” Dani teased you.

“That is verbatim what they said to me.” You admitted with a laugh. “But hey, it worked. As of tomorrow, I’m the Daily Bugle’s newest investigative reporter.”

“Who are you reporting on anyway?” Andy showed a rare interest in your work.

“Some guy named Cletus Kasady.” You answered. “He’s some hot shot serial killer down in Queens. No one knows how he’s hiding his victims bodies. Apparently none have ever been close to being found.”

“And they want you to write the story on him?” Andy raised an eyebrow, always with the condescending tone.

“Well they heard about the whole Carlton Drake situation and decided I hadn’t been through enough trauma in my career.” You replied, earning a laugh from Dani but not Andy. You and Andy had already broken up by the time Carlton Drake contracted a symbiote and tried to kill you and Venom. You stopped him before he could hurt anyone and wrote a career defining article on his lethal human experiments. You managed to leave out all information regarding symbiotes from the article, so your secret was still safe. You were a fairly well known reporter since the incident and your next job was waiting for you in New York.

In the morning, You and Venom got on a plane and made your way to New York. Being on a plane with Venom turned out to be the equivalent to traveling with a toddler. You tried to sleep, but every two seconds you had to stop Venom from getting into trouble. She kept trying to open the window, even after you explained to her that everyone on the plane would die horrible death if the window were to open.

“Stop that.” You whispered when you noticed a black tendril creeping towards the window. The lady in the seat next to you shot me a look of confusion. You gave her a fake smile and turned back to the window, doing your best to conceal the small black tendril that was coming out of your body and fidgeting with the airplane window.

“We want it open.” Venom replied telepathically.

“Do you also want us to blow out of the plane and into space?” You said through my teeth.

“We didn’t anticipate that but it’d be appreciated.” Venom answered, making you groan. The rest of the plane ride followed in similar fashion.

Seven hours later, you arrived at the apartment building. You had never been to your dads apartment, you didn’t even know he had one. You wondered what happened to your childhood home as you looked around the place. The apartment wasn’t too small but not too big either. The rent was practically nothing compared to how expensive San Francisco was, and The Daily Bugle offered to cover your expenses until the story was done. You figured after some redecorating and moving in, it would make a fine new home.

The first seven days in the apartment went by smoothly. You unpacked, with little to no help from Venom, and set up the furniture. On the eight day, you sat on the couch, aimlessly flipping through channels in the TV when you had a thought.

“Oh shit.” You said out loud.

“What?” Venom, who was curly nestled around your neck like a neck pillow, asked.

“I forgot mail exists.” You frowned. “We better go check the mailbox before it overflows.”

You and Venom grudgingly walked to the mailboxes and back again. No one was around, so she manifested herself and rested on your shoulder as I looked through the mail.

“Oops. I grabbed someone else’s mail too.” You clicked your tongue when you read a strangers name off the envelope. “I gotta find them.”

“Let’s go.” Venom said and pulled you towards the front door.

“Sorry, babe. This is a me thing, not a we thing. You know I love you but I don’t want to scare our neighbors. Not yet anyway.” You reasoned. Venom grumbled and went back inside your body.

You checked the address of the envelope and discovered that it belonged to the apartment directly across from you.

You knocked on the door and patiently waited for someone to open it as you mindlessly cracked your knuckles. Just as you were about to walk away, the door opened.

“Hi, are you May Parker?” You asked right away. You looked up from the envelope and your face instantly flushed. The person staring back at you definitely wasn’t May Parker. It was a boy around your age, maybe a little younger. He had soft brown eyes and wavy brown hair. It was gelled back loosely and you could see the outline of soft curls. To your surprise, he was just as flushed as you were. You stared at each other for a moment, no one wanting to be the first to blink.

“Yea. I’m May Parker.” The boy said finally. He shut his eyes in embarrassment and shook his head.

“I mean, no I’m not. But that’s my Aunt. May is my Aunt but I’m not May. That’s my Aunt May. I’m her nephew…obviously. Aunt May is my Aunt May. I…what?” He stumbled over his words and somehow turned even redder. His blush reached all the way down his neck, to his blue jumper that read “Midtown Tech” in yellow letters. You recognized the name of one of the most prestigious high schools in New York, already impressed with your new neighbor.

“Well hello, not May Parker. I’m also not May Parker. But I seemed to forget that when I grabbed your mail this morning. Sorry about that.” You said sheepishly as you handed his mail to him. The boy rubbed the back of his neck as he looked at it and attempted to redeem himself.

“It’s not problem. She and I always forget to check the mail so you actually helped us, um, whoever you are.” He smiled weakly. His voice was cute. He had that Queens accent that the people of San Francisco lacked, for obvious reasons.

“Oh, right.” You laughed in embarrassment. “I’m Y/N L/N. I just moved here from San Francisco. I live across the hall.”

You pointed to the door behind you as if he didn’t know what “across the hall” meant. You didn’t know what was wrong with you. You were never this awkward.

His eyes lit up a bit once you told him where you lived.

“Really? I thought that smelly guy lived there.” The boy said and you stifled a laugh.

“That smelly guy was my father. He died a little while ago so I live there now.” You told him, malign the boys eyes widen. They were so brown. Like little pools of honey. Or little pools of the Hudson River. You had seen a million pairs of brown eyes before, but none like his. They were quite distracting to be honest.

“Oh my God, I’m so sorry! I had. I had no idea-“ he began to frantically apologize but you cut him off.

“Don’t worry about it. We never got along. And you’re right, that man stank.” You chuckled. It was the first thing you said that felt like your old self. You hadn’t really talked to anyone since moving to New York, with the exception of Venom and the occasional phone call from Andy or Dani. You liked talking to this boy, though you still had no idea who he was.

“Oh thank God. I thought I screwed this up before it even went anywhere.” He immediately turned red when he heard his own words. You saw the regret in his eyes and decided to throw him a bone.

“Well it certainly can’t go anywhere until you tell me your name.” You flirted. Again, he relaxed. You felt a surge of confidence knowing he wanted this to go well.

“Parker. I’m Parker Peter. I mean, Peter Parker.” He fumbled over his words again, making you smile fondly.

“We like him. He’s cute.” Venom said telepathically. You looked down at my shoes and blushed, knowing you liked him too.

“And he looks delicious.” She added, ruining the moment.

“It’s nice to meet you Peter Parker.” You gave him your best smile. “I’m glad there’s someone my age around here. Everyone I’ve met so far is either an old bitty or a creepy uncle type.” You regretted it as soon as it left your mouth. You didn’t know what his sense of humor was like and he might not find you the slightest but funny. Andy always told you you were bad at telling jokes, and you feared he might be right.

Lucky for you, Peter burst out laughing.

“Ah. I’ve seen you’ve met Henry.” Peter pointed a finger down the hall. “Yeah, I’d stay away from him. He asked me if he could have pictures of my feet once. He said he’d “pay me handsomely” for it too.”

“Damn. So he beat me to asking you.” You pretended to be upset, which made Peter laugh again. The sound of his laugh made your heart pick up speed. You weren’t used to feeling like this. Boys rarely impressed you, Andy was just lucky you liked a man in uniform.

“Yeah. You better stay away from him.” Peter advised.

“It might be hard.” You clicked your tongue. “Our mailboxes are pretty close. I’ll make a mental note to never check my mail while wearing flip flops, though.”

Peter smiled at your joke. He had the kind of smile that you would make the person laugh just to see it again. It was brilliant.

“Well my mailbox should be directly above yours. So don’t worry, I’ll protect you.” He grinned, and you grinned back.

“My hero.” You gushed as you put your hands over your heart. The tips of his ears went pink, like he was shocked that you said that.

“I’m no hero.” He sounded almost panicked, like you touched a nerve or something.

“We’re hungry. We need to eat.” Venom interrupted abruptly, causing you to jump. Since Peter couldn’t hear her, he looked at you strangely, not knowing the cause of your sudden jolt.

“Sorry, I uh, I thought I saw a spider.” You lied.

“If there was a spider, we’d eat it. We need food. Now.” Venom demanded.

Peter looked up at his doorframe for the imaginary spider.

“Yeah, New York is full of them.” Peter said skeptically. “Not that full, though. And some spiders are nice. One might even call them friendly.”

“Right.” You laughed at his strange wording, unaware that you were both keeping a secret.

“Would…” Peter began but trailed off, seemingly mulling something over in his head. “Would you like to eat dinner with my Aunt and I? I remember when we first moved in, it took us a while to get into the swing of things and make dinner every night. If you like, you could join us. And, you know, we could get to know each other.” He offered. It all came out in one breath. You could tell he was nervous and that only drew you in more.

“I’d love to Peter.” You said, and he smiled in relief.

“Great.” He gave an awkward thumbs up. “We usually eat around six so maybe come around then? She’ll be so happy to meet you. She loves cooking and she always tries to get me to learn but I once burnt cereal and I still don’t know how.” Peter began to ramble. He cut himself off and shook his head again. “Sorry. I’m rambling.”

Then, you did something stupid. You put your hand on his arm like the dumb bitch you were. You barely knew this guy. Who the hell were you to touch him? He must’ve been thinking the same thing, since he instantly froze under your touch and stared at your hand on his arm.

“Don’t apologize. I can’t cook either. Unless you count making tater tots as cooking. Then I’m Gordon Ramsey.” You assured him, feeling him relax under your touch.

“You’re just gonna mention tater tots without warning us first? Our mouth is watering. Can we eat Peter?” Venom asked, making your eyes widen.

If it was socially acceptable to scream at your symbiote in public, you would’ve yelled “NO, WE CANNOT EAT PETER” from the top of your lungs. But since you didn’t want to scare Peter and the rest of the neighbors away, you merely smiled and made another mental note to smack the shit out of Venom later.

“I love that man. “Where is the lamb sauce?” Peter mimicked in a bad British accent. He had no right being as charming as he was.

“No no no.” You shook your head. “His best line is “I’ll get you more pumpkin and I’ll ram it right up your ass. Would you like it whole or diced?”. He’s said some pretty wild things but that one makes me cry.”

Peters laugh rang through the halls. To be the cause of that laugh was a feeling like no other. You stood there for a while, just looking at each other. His eyes grazed down your body, but not in a crude way. You berated yourself for not dressing better when going to meet the neighbors, clad in nothing but a grey hoodie and some leggings. Peter looked cute, but you had a feeling he always did. His jumper was pretty baggy and you could see a collared shirt poking out the top. He was dressed almost professionally and you found it incredibly endearing.

You wanted to know more about him. You wanted to know his secrets and his hobbies and what makes him itch. You wanted to see if he dresses this way on weekends too or what his summer clothes looked like. Your gawking was interrupted by Peters phone ringing. He broke out of his trance and answered it quickly.

“Hi, Mr. S. No I’m not busy. I mean, I’m super busy but I can totally make time for you. Yea, Happy talked to me. Okay. Okay. Where? Okay. See you in a bit.” Peter hung up and looked at you apologetically.

“That was my job. I have to run but I’ll be back in time for our dinner. I live at…you know where I live. I’ll see you then. Don’t be late.” Peter called as he ran down the hallway, towards the elevator.

“I won’t. See you later.” You called back.

You went back to your apartment and like a kid, broke out into a happy dance.

“Venom!! Did you see how cute he was?” You gushed. “And how funny he is? I have to get ready for tonight.”

Venom manifested and swirled around my arm.

“Someone has a crush.” Venom smirked. Well, as much of a smirk as she could muster with that huge mouth of hers.

“I don’t have a crush. I just think he’s cute okay?” You replied coyly. “Cute. And funny and sweet and charming and amazing. But that’s it.”

“We can feel your heart beat.” Venom reminded you. “It was going ten miles an hour. What would Andy say?”

You had been rummaging through your closet and stopped in your tracks. With Peters new inhabitance in your mind, you had forgotten all about Andy. You moved to New York to avoid his wedding and his moving on, and you might’ve succeeded.

“I don’t care what he’d say.” You decided. “He’s not my boyfriend.”

“But we want him to be.” Venom insisted. “We want him back, remember?”

“I don’t know what I want.” You answered honestly. “I just want to get ready for tonight.”

“Why are you getting ready now? You have 5 hours until you have to be there and it’s right across the hall.” Venom teased.

“Only 5 hours?” You sighed. “We better get moving.”

[flareish]

Heatwave

kuroo x fem!reader

summary: Reader is outside practicing volleyball when she gets overheated and Kuroo jumps to the rescue.

genre: Fluff!!

warning: descriptions of feeling overheated. Lots of sweaty talk too

word count: 1200

a/n : I get overheated pretty easily but idk if the symptoms I list are normal but its pretty much what happens to me. So remember to drink lots of water!!

Volleyball is all about the hours you put in. The more time you spend practicing, the better you’ll be. Which is why a group of us third years on the girls volleyball team are practicing despite the extreme heat wave we were having. As if the heat wasn’t enough we have to play outside because the indoor court air conditioning had broken a few days and and had yet to be fixed. 

We were practicing our blocking when a few of the third year boys came over, also determined to play despite the heat wave. We took a quick water break as Kuroo asked our captain if she minded if him and the others used half the court so they could practice too. She agreed with no problems. Kuroo then made his way over to you and slung an arm around you shoulder which you quickly shrugged off.

“No way, its way to hot for cuddly Kuroo.” You jokingly scold at him. It was truly way to hot for any kind of physical affection. You were really starting to feel it. Your skin started to tingle as if it was cold. It felt like you had just stepped outside into the heat after being in front of the air conditioning. It was a strange sensation. You chalked it up to just the sweat doing its job. 

Kuroo’s response to you shrugging him off and scolding him was to press his cold water bottle to the back of your neck.

“Kuroo!” You shriek startled by the sudden coldness. Kuroo and the others laugh at this. 

“Sorry I couldn’t help it.” He said still laughing. You take the towel you were using to mop up some of your sweat and whip it at him causing him to run off. 

“There is no way I am chasing you.” You say now laughing too. Both teams settle down and get back to practice. You transitioned to receives which was a little easier on your bodies than jumping up but still required a decent amount of running back and forth. You stopped running for a moment on the court as you teammate served and the heat just seemed to hit you. All the running around and moving created a sort of breeze but now standing still that breeze was gone and all you felt was hot. You look up trying to concentrate on the ball coming at you but the bright sky made it hard to focus. Everything suddenly seemed brighter. You managed to receive the ball but it was much sloppier than usual. You lean forward and rested you hands on your knees waiting once more. Now you really felt it. Everything was turning splotchy bright, the ground, the sky, everything and anything you could see was overwhelmingly bright. Then you felt your limps go weak. It was now a struggle to use your muscles to stay standing. You were already in a squatting receiving position so you just lean forward a little more. No one else realizing what was happening since they were so focused. The other side set the ball for you to receive but it hit the ground a few feet away from you and you didn’t even take a step to get it. Now they noticed something was up but not before Kuroo had. He was on the same side of the court as you, just all the way over on the other half hitting serves to his teammates as a warm up. After your messy receive he had noticed something was up and as soon as you missed the ball completely he was making his way over. Completely ignoring his own game. 

“Y/N you okay? You’re looking a little hot there.” Kuroo was crouched in front of you, ready to grab you if you began to pass out.

“What do you mean, I’m always hot.” It came out a little weaker than you intended but the heart was there. How could you miss such a perfect opportunity to send a flirty comment back. Kuroo rolled his eyes.

“Seriously right now?”

“Sorry I couldn’t help it.” You quote him from earlier. You feel a little better after being crouched for a minute with you head between your knees. Really craving some water to help cool down, you go to stand up but you do it too quick and the whole world spins for a second and you stumble back a bit. Kuroo is on his feet in a second and holds you steady trying to not touch you too much but also make sure you won’t pass out and hit your head.

“I’m okay, just need a little water.” I say making my way over to the benches where all our stuff was. 

“I can get your water, I think you should go sit in the shade instead.” You captain chimes in who has come over. 

“Yeah come on.” Kuroo says giving you no option to refuse. You sit down with you back against the tree and your head between you knees willing yourself to just cool off. Apparently Kuroo had the captain get his water since it still had ice in it, yours had melted a long while ago. Taking sips of the cool water definitely helped. 

A little while had passed and you were feeling better. You definitely couldn’t continue practice though which was annoying but you weren’t going to improve any playing like a zombie one receive away from passing out. 

Kuroo insisted on walking home you home, despite your captain offering, his argument being, 

“What happens if you pass out? Are you going to make your poor captain drag you home?”

Eventually you all gave in and let him walk you home. Halfway on your way home, which also happened to be in full sun, you got a bit woozy again. Kuroo immediately noticed and decided that he’ll just take you to his house, since it was closer, so you can sit the air conditioning so you would actually make it home later.

You made it to his house and he sat you down in his room in front of the air conditioning unit and cranked it up as high as it went. He left to go get you some more ice water and by the time he was back you felt much better. Now you were just tired. You took a few more sips of cold water before setting it down and making grabby hands at Kuroo. He looked at you confused.

“Do you need another fan? Ice cream? More water?” He panicking thinking of anything he could to make you feel better. You shake your head lazily the sleepiness hitting you full force. 

“Cuddles.” A blush came up on Kuroo’s face. You were expecting a joke but it never came. Instead he laid down on his bed without a word allowing you to move up the bed and snuggle into his side. Your head pressed into his chest and his an arm wrapped around you keeping you snug into him. As soon as your eyes closed you were out, a small smile gracing your face as you slip into sleep.

(bonus) 

Kuroo spent the entire time you were asleep wide awake trying to comprehend what was actually happening. The girl he had a crush on for ages was currently sleeping in his arms, in his bed. It was too much. He was trying anything to distract himself from just staring at you like a creep as you sleep. He even recited the entire periodic table to himself as he tried not to explode with joy.

[sardonic-the-writer]

c!George x Reader

━"Crafting Table Anyone?"

━George

━Tw: None

━Notes: tHeY had sEgGs oN ThE cRaFtInG tABeL

━Song: "Arms Tonite" By Mother Mother

━GN

(Y/n) was this close to murdering somebody.

This close to taking a baseball bat and smacking those insufferable men upside the head.

But let's back up a bit shall we? It wouldn't be much of a story if we started out with a limp body and a bloody murder weapon now, would it?

(Y/n) worked at a fairly local shop for some reference. After getting out of the small little school they had graduated from, the young adult had sent out for an average paying job that would help get them on their feet for the meantime.

So when they had seen a flyer loosely taped to the side of the building talking about "Hiring Today!" at a nearby store, they had snatched the flimsy paper add up quickly and sent their information out by the end of the day.

All of this is why they were currently sitting at a pale checkout counter- bored out of their mind -as a faint song played in the background.

They had been analyzing the soft song as a pastime for the last couple of minutes. (It had been composed by a local musician who called himself Wilbur Soot they believed.) The guy wasn't too bad, and the lyrics about an E-Girl wasn't too pitchy for (Y/n)'s taste.

But of course, the tinkling of the shop's fateful doorbell had to ruin her moment of serenity.

Looking up, (Y/n) prayed to every known god that it wasn't one of those boys.

For some more background context, these boys I speak of are the reason our dear (Y/n) feels like snapping some necks. Every day since the beginning of this month, two guys had been coming in and annoying the every loving shit out of them.

They had resorted to calling them Smiley (due to the porcelain mask the first wore) and Arsonist (because of the fire emblem and insane glint in the others eyes.)

They'd come in, alone or together, and ask for a crafting table.

The first time was completely innocent. Maybe they had broken their own and simply needed a new one quickly. (Y/n) sent them on their way with a flawless customer service smile and fake cheer.

The second time was a bit more suspicious. Who needs two crafting tables back to back? Apparently these assholes. So (Y/n) gave them the same thing, but this time with a considerable dip in their mood.

Third time was the charm.

Smiley and Arsonist had come back for the third day in a row with cocky grins on their faces. Both of them asked for the same thing, but it was the way they asked.

Oh, damn was it the way they asked (Y/n) that made them fume.

Arsonist would lean over the counter in a sultry position while eyeing them up and down. He would bite his lip very noticeably before lowering his voice.

"You got a crafting table?" He'd whisper lowley. After (Y/n) would answer him with a bland 'yes', Smiley would make his move.

The hooded man would sling an arm around Arsonist while tilting his head up to purposefully expose a sharp jawline.

"Care to grab us one?" He'd lower his voice sugestfully too while brushing some sandy locks out of his forehead with a free hand.

So (Y/n) would grab a crafting table with an iron grip, hoping that they had the self restraint to not plant an axe in between their foreheads. And that was just day three of hell.

It was everyday for a month that this would go on. Like clockwork; the both of them would stride in and ask for the same thing while waiting for (Y/n) to provide. Sometimes they'd spice up their routine with a new innuendo or pose, but all it did was make the ball of hatred in the cashier's chest grow tighter.

They hated the feeling of being made fun of. Which is clearly what the two clowns were doing. By using some sort of inside joke, they'd use (Y/n) to quench their thirst for an unrelenting joke.

It was pissing the employee off.

So when the small chime of the door woke (Y/n) from their little musical stupor, they were immensely relieved to not find the masked man or bandana/fire boy.

Instead, taking their place was a brown haired figure. He had a sort of soft look to him, only magnified by the clout goggles on his head and the nervous expression he wore.

"Oh thank XD. I thought you were one of those fucking losers again" (Y/n) said while looking straight at the unfamiliar character. He jumped five feet in the air when they had turned their attention to him.

"Who, me?" He pointed at himself with a shaky hand.

"Just- Forget about it dude." (Y/n) waved him off with a genuine smile. God, did it feel great to see an actual shopper in here. Who knew doing your job could actually be enthralling.

"Is there anything I can help you with dude? Or dudette if you're into that kind of thing." (Y/n) twirled a pen with a chewed up end in there hand with a smirk.

"Dude is fine. You can call me George though." He responded with another tilted smile. He then started to approach the counter in a very familiar looking way.

Wait

No

It couldn't be...

It better not be.

George put his hands gently on the counter with his head tilted downwards.

(Y/n) was too deep in to realize what was happening.

"Could I get one crafting table please?" He asked slowly with a hoarse voice. The glasses had slowly slid down his nose when he looked back up, preventing (Y/n) from seeing how he really felt. All they saw was a taunting smirk.

In a splatter of dark blue ink, the pen they were holding broke in half.

Growling angrily, (Y/n) reached over the counter with an animalistic snarl. They grabbed the edges of George's teal shirt and swiftly pulled him up and off the ground.

"You think you're funny do you? Well guess what bucko, I have been sitting in this suffocating room for the past four weeks tending to you and your friends fucking inside joke. I have no idea what is so fucking funny about a goddamn crafting table and I have no intent to. All I want is for all of you to get the fuck out." They spat.

A stray stream of ink traveled down (Y/n)'s face from the pen as they talked. The poor man they were currently holding hostage by his shirt chose to follow the lone droplet instead of looking them in the eyes.

He felt like he would turn to stone if he did.

"Well?" (Y/n) barked. They threw George off of them, watching as he stumbled to regain his balance for a second.

He fumbled with his glasses before finally pulling them off his face. The regretful look in his eyes almost made (Y/n) apologize then and there.

Almost

"I-Im sorry. It was just a stupid dare. I didn't mean to piss you off or anything." George held his hands up as a subconscious sign of surrender. He used a soft tone when speaking that once again made (Y/n) rethink being so harsh.

"I don't care. Get out." Was all he got as a calm answer.

With a quick head nod, he hastily walked out of the store with a red face and a couple nervous giggles.

(Y/n) made sure he had disappeared before they sat back down with a huff and crossed arms.

He sure was cute. They hoped he would come back soon.

(Y/n) be a bipolar bitch in this one I swear to god-

Sorry for the lazy update. This was just something to satisfy you all while I work on a super fucking long one. At this point its almost already 2,000 words long. Join my discord (it's in my bio) for spoilers ect ect.

This chapter sucked so much ass, I'm so sorry. Please dont hate me anymore-

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[whythinktoomuch]

recovered in time

(pt. i)

“From what I can tell, the implant seems to be interrupting the connection between your visual cortex and your emotional center,” Brainy says, eyes narrowed in concentration, two fingers pressed against the incision point at the base of Kara’s neck. “As well as inhibiting your frontal lobe and sending distress signals to the amygdala.” 

“What does that mean?” Kara asks. 

“It means that... you weren’t feeling like yourself,” Alex says, and Kara nods hesitantly at that. 

“So, can you rid of it or not?” Alex asks, fixing Brainy with her most hardened stare. 

“I’ve already determined five different ways to extract the device—”

“Great! So, we can—”

“—but none that wouldn’t immediately prove fatal or result in permanent brain damage.” 

Eventually, Alex releases a long-suffering, shuddery sigh. “... You could have fucking led with that.” 

“I did feel like myself though...” Kara interjects, suspending what was surely about to result in another very unproductive argument. “And I still feel like myself now. It’s just...” She ducks her head, fiddling with the sleeves of her shirt, already frayed from anxious attention. “... I felt so alone? Like, I’d been abandoned, or was suddenly in a world where I’d lost everyone all at once. Again.” 

Kara shifts uncomfortably in her seat, now able to feel everyone’s eyes on her, burning holes into her skin. She has long since traded in her super-suit for comfy clothes, and her scarf has been upgraded to a pair of heat vision resistant blackout goggles, but it would take more than 24 measly hours for her to adjust to, well... everything. 

“You’re not alone though,” Alex says, giving Kara’s knee a firm squeeze as if in reminder. “You know that, right?” 

Kara rubs at her nose, sniffling herself back into some semblance of composure. “Yeah, I know.” 

But of course, knowing something hardly ever outstrips the feeling of it, and Kara kinda just wishes that she still had Lena’s scarf on her. 

//

“Hey Lena,” Kara calls out softly from the bed. She doesn’t lift her head from her pillow, but still offers a small wave in greeting. 

“What gave me away?” Lena asks, and it’s almost playful, which makes everything that much easier. 

“Well... Pretty much everything, actually.” 

“Ah.”

Then the smell hits her, overwhelming her senses in an unexpected rush of heat and spice. Kara sits up right away, startled. “How did you...” is all she manages to get out, then pushed into her hands is a considerably sized takeout box of potstickers. 

“I wanted to surprise you, so I might have created a hermetically sealed lunchbox just to sneak these in,” Lena says, and Kara’s already laughing softly. “The food’s still good though! I literally just slipped them inside right before walking into the building, so...” 

“... Thank you,” Kara says. She inclines her head to the spot next to her, and feels the bed sink with Lena’s weight accordingly. 

Kara starts eating, but does so with only one hand. The other just fidgets at her thigh, tugging at her sweatpants, lying in wait so impatiently. Then Lena takes the hand and holds it firmly in her own, and finally, it feels like Kara can breathe freely again. 

“I never thanked you,” Kara says, “for, you know... everything.” 

“You already did,” Lena reminds her, squeezing Kara’s hand. 

“I... did?” Kara feels Lena nodding beside her. “Okay... so then, why does it feel like I still have so much left to owe you?” 

Lena tries to hold her breath quietly, but Kara hears it; of course, she hears it. “I can’t answer that for you.” 

A couple of hours later, when Alex pops into the room for her usual check-in, she stumbles upon an unexpected sight: Lena sitting up on the hospital bed, her legs tucked beneath the sheets as she answers emails on her phone, and Kara fast asleep, curled up around her. 

Kara’s still holding Lena’s hand, her face buried in Lena’s shirt where it smells most like her, apparently, besides her hair. 

Lena blushes a little, but can’t find it in her to regret her position. 

//

“Alex says it’s because I didn’t see your face,” is the first thing Kara says the next time Lena visits. “I pretty much saw everyone else’s, but... never yours. So, I’ve imprinted on you, or something.” 

Lena recovers quickly, “Well... what do you think?” 

“I don’t know,” Kara admits, running her fingers down the back of her neck, feeling the tender skin still raised in jagged lines. “There’s still so much I feel like I can’t trust right now.” 

“But you trust me...” 

“Yeah.” 

Lena carefully cradles Kara’s hand in both of hers, and it feels like a thank you of sorts. Then Kara draws their joined hands closer and closer, pressing her lips gently to Lena’s knuckles, and sighs in a way that could only ever be an expression of deep gratitude. 

//

Kara’s days all seem to unfold the same way, with Alex and Brainy running tests, Lena stopping by once per day for company, and Kara just trying to break up the monotony of it all with podcasts, books on tape, and tossing a tiny bouncy ball around the room to test her reflexes. 

For that last one, she has to stop the moment she hears Alex approaching her room, of course, because of all the broken glass and knocked over plants, and such. 

Until one day, she overhears a couple of DEO agents discussing some urgent mission—not exactly a rare occurrence, given her super-hearing, but she perks up, ears honing in at the mention of Lex Luthor. 

But when they also mention how Lena might be in danger, Kara is already out of bed and flying out the window.

Kara hasn’t flown since donning her blackout goggles, but she remembers enough to travel at a height that would be safe from any threat of collision. And before long, she’s hurtling straight for the source of all the distant commotion now pounding in her ears. 

She practically crashes in landing, the earth cracking beneath her bare feet. She whips her head toward where Lena’s heartbeat is fluttering the loudest, then hears low chuckles coming from the same direction. 

“You’re all so pathetic and predictable,” Lex crows. “At least try to make it somewhat of a challenge for me. God, it’s all just too easy.” 

“Kara, get out of here!” Lena’s voice shouts out to her, muffled and desperate. “It’s a trap!” 

But Kara takes a step toward them anyway, and immediately, the entire world seems to scream in protest. 

Kara falls to her knees, hands clapping over her ears but to no avail. The excruciating sound is coming from her own head, akin to hot spikes scraping at the inside of her skull. She calls out to Lena, but can’t even make out her own voice over the pain. 

She crumples over, helpless, her teeth gritted as she pushes her face into the dirt and shakes uncontrollably. She knows she has to get up; she’s a sitting duck like this. She can’t save Lena like this. 

And so, Kara does the one thing that she can do. 

She rips the goggles off her face, hurling them somewhere behind her, and jerks her head up. 

She sees a blur of colors, then a single hand outstretched towards her, clutching onto something silver and vaguely rectangular. 

She fires a burst of heat vision right at that hand, and feels the back of her head explode. 

//

“Man... she couldn’t just put them down gently?” mutters a voice that’s not unfamiliar. “She just had to throw the goggles like a goddamn shot-putter or something? These things cost a fortune!”  

“All right, that’s enough, Demos,” says Alex, a much more familiar voice. “I’ll worry about the budget, okay? You just get everyone else back to headquarters.”  

“’M’sorry,” Kara says, or at least she tries to say. “My bad...” Her eyes still shut tight, she flashes a thumbs up, then lets her arm flop back down to the ground. Alex stops her when she attempts to sit up. 

“Hey, not so fast, you jerk,” Alex says, somehow keeping Kara grounded with a single hand pressed against her shoulder. “We’re getting a stretcher for you.” 

“I don’t think I need a stretcher.” 

“Yeah, well... nobody asked you,” Alex sighs, before grumbling, “God, what’s taking them so long? Ugh, hang on... Hey, can you watch her? I’ll be right back.” 

Lena’s there now, and Kara can actually feel herself grinning without even meaning to. “No, don’t... You shouldn’t have come, Kara.” But there’s a smile in Lena’s voice, and Kara’s grin grows wider for it. “I’m serious!” 

“Okay, me too.” Kara then winces as a sharp pain gradually surfaces, trickling into reality. “The back of my head is killing me...” 

“Yeah, you’re bleeding.” 

Kara scoffs. “I don’t bleed; I’m Supergirl.” 

“Okay, Supergirl... but somebody got blood all over my shirt, and it sure as hell isn’t me, so...” 

“I don’t believe you.” 

“Then check for yourself.” 

Kara goes rigid, her humor dashed and her brow furrowing heavily.

“... You know I can’t do that.” 

Soft fingertips brush down Kara’s face, tucking her hair behind her ear so tenderly. “Listen,” Lena says. “You destroyed Lex’s transmitter, along with most of his right hand, and I think you blew out the implant in your head in the process as well.” 

There are thoughts then—the kind that Kara is unwilling to say aloud lest they develop reasons to be true. Thoughts like, what if the explosion damaged parts of her brain permanently? What if it severed that neural link between her eyes and everything else for good? And, how can she risk losing the one person who she believes to be absolutely, 100% real? 

Lena draws Kara’s attention with a gentle hand squeeze. “Hey, where’d you go?” she asks softly.

“I’m still here,” Kara says. “Still just right here.” 

But Lena seems to understand Kara’s concerns, unvoiced or not, because she leans a bit closer and asks, “Do you trust me...?” 

And, yes; yes, she does.  

With a deep breath filling out her lungs, Kara slowly opens her eyes. Everything’s a blur at first, just like before. But then little by little, bit by bit, the night sky comes into focus. She stares up at the darkness, counts as many stars as she can to put off the inevitable. 

Then her hand is being tugged and squeezed in the gentlest reminder, so she turns her head, blinking her eyes in preparation before looking up to see Lena Luthor smiling down at her. 

“Hey,” Kara says. 

“Hey yourself,” Lena returns. 

Kara nods thoughtfully, then gestures to Lena’s shirt. “Sorry, but I can’t afford dry cleaning,” she says, squinting at the various splashes of red—light but unfortunately prominent against the very white material—and Lena just laughs and laughs. 

[y0itsbri]

5 times Ian and Mickey eat ice-cream/popsicles together - shameless summer series 🍨🍦🥄

inspo from @ianandmickeygallavich's summer prompt list

moments from s2 - post-finale

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the first time ian and mickey ate ice cream together was at the kash & grab. they had just finished helping lip stock up his ice cream truck with goods from the store. mickey focused on tuning out linda's obsessive ranting.

"you ever get anything from the ice cream truck when you were little?" ian asked out of nowhere, after a lull of silence had passed over them.

"the truck never ran in our neighborhood, numbnuts."

ian paused, considering, "oh, i guess maybe fiona took us to the parks sometimes. maybe that's where it was."

"probably." a pause.

"what would you get?"

"a joint."

"no, no, like from a legit truck!" ian rolled his eyes "i always got the bomb pops. carl always got the spongebob. he liked ripping the face apart."

"'course you would get the bomb pop, army."

"doesn't answer my question, mickey."

mickey flipped him off. "how about those little chocolate cones? those bitches always looked good."

ian smirked his dumbass smirk that mickey couldn't look at for too long without his cheeks heating up.

"what?" he asked, adverting his gaze.

ian headed towards the freezer. yeah, mickey could go for another round. he followed him until he saw that ian had stopped in front of the open door for a moment before turning around with two chocolate covered ice cream cones in hand. he handed one to mickey, cold fingers meeting hot for a brief second.

"i'll have to take it out of your pay check, of course," ian teased.

mickey simply glared his way, but softened when he realized the tone. "yeah? well i'd ring ya neck for even considering it, but it's hot as balls so i'm saving my breath."

"sureeee you are." ian smiled again.

it was quiet in the store except for their obnoxious slurping as the ice cream melted faster than they could lick it.

---

ian's been having a difficult time adjusting to his new med change. he was tired all the time, his usual go-getter motivation put on hold.

fiona usually only bought popsicles at the beginning of the summer. it wasn't the beginning of summer. it was almost fall. so no one knew how bomb pops were stocked in the freezer.

mickey knew.

carl wretched open the freezer, shaking the popsicle box upside down, the remaining three falling out. he took one for himself, passed one to a zombie-like version of ian sitting at the kitchen counter, and tossed another to mickey, who was reading a magazine at the kitchen table.

mickey furrowed his eyebrows. "i didn't ask."

"yeah, but you wanted one." carl shrugged and leaned against the fridge for a moment.

"thanks, kid." mickey mumbled after maybe somewhat of an awkward length of time. carl took that as a dismissal as he bounded up the stairs.

ian had been quiet, not even muttering a thanks. he managed to unwrap it, but not much else.

"'s your favorite, man," mickey nodded towards the bomb pop sitting idle in his hands.

ian half nodded and gave a sorry excuse for a fake smile. his popsicle dripped.

mickey frowned. patient, he got up from the table and sat next to ian, wiping the melted popsicle with his jacket sleeve.

they sat there quietly, eating their popsicles together, tongues cold and red.

mickey was trying.

---

ian and mickey had been in the car for hours now, heading further south with every passing minute. conversations fell anywhere from their past, their present, and their future. ian tried to keep his focus on their present.

"didn't you say there was some ice cream around here we gotta try?" ian wondered, memory flickering with something mickey had said a few hours ago.

"paletas de crema," mickey enunciated in a put-on spanish accent. he smirked. "yeah, man, we'll make a pit stop for it pretty soon. damon said it was to die for."

"wonder if damon's got himself arrested yet?" ian mused.

"nah, fuck him."

they stopped at some ma & pa shop down in texas near the border. somehow, mickey had a family discount.

mickey ordered pineapple, claiming to be a slut for piña coladas. he ordered a strawberry for ian, claiming to know what ian would like. he wasn't wrong. they switched ice creams for a couple licks and ian definitely preferred his strawberry.

mickey got a little on his chin and ian wiped it off without thinking, they both paused and stiffened for a moment, before acting like that didn't just happen. the uncharted territory scaring them both a bit.

---

"what's your favorite ice cream flavor?" franny asked, kicking her feet absentmindedly in the backseat of the new gallagher-milkovich van.

"really, kid? ya had a whole day of school you could be tellin' me about, but you wanna know about ice cream?" mickey argued with the six year old.

"mhmm," she nodded before staring out the window again.

"chocolate ice cream's my fav. what's yours?"

"strawberry!"

"'course it would be, strawberry shortcake. should we go get some, just the two of us?" mickey asked, pulling out of the school lot.

franny chanted for ice cream until the physical cups (not cones) were handed to them through the drive through. she frowned when she saw a third cup. there were only two people in the car, right? and this ice cream was green.

"what's that?" she asked incredulously.

"ice cream?"

"but it's green, uncle mickey!"

"'s pistachio. it's your uncle ian's favorite."

"we gotta wait for him before we eat ours then!"

mickey snuck a spoonful of his chocolate ice cream when fran wasn't looking.

mickey may have also broken several traffic laws to get them home before their ice cream could melt.

as soon as they were parked in the street, franny bolted towards the house, pink and green ice cream in hand.

"uncle ian, uncle ian! look!"

mickey slammed the car door behind him and picked up franny's backpack from the back seat. he glanced up to see franny nearly tackling his giant of a husband. he looked so enthusiastic about everything franny was telling him before he directed her inside.

mickey made his way over to ian's side, tossing franny's backpack at his feet with a thud before giving him a quick smooch.

"mmm," ian hummed. he smacked his lips together. a pause. "chocolate?" he asked, picking up the backpack.

"what about it?" mickey's eyebrows raised, somewhere between a threat and a tease.

"fran told me you were waiting for me."

"told ya i'm not good with rules," mickey smirked at him before following franny inside.

they all ate at the dining table while franny told both of them about her drama-filled day at first grade.

---

it was a hot ass summer and the AC in their apartment was on the fritz. they thought that moving to the west side would guarantee working utilities at all times, but apparently they were wrong because it was sweltering inside their bedroom.

ian couldn't help but lay on the bed and groan. he was shirtless, hair still a bit wet from his most recent shower, and he was utterly uncomfortable.

mickey had left to go to the corner store in a fucking jacket like a crazy person. so ian closed his eyes and waited it out.

he opened his eyes again to the sound of a wrapper being ripped open. mickey sauntered over to the bed, tossing his jacket in the corner. ian was distracted by just how good mickey's arms looked today that it took him a moment to realize what was in his hands.

a cold, cold popsicle in all its glory.

ian reached for it, but mickey moved it out of reach, instead dramatically teasing ian when he licked it.

ian didn't know if the heat or his taunting husband would be the death of him.

it looked like mickey finally had his share of fun fucking with ian. he brought the popsicle close to ian's mouth, hovering above his awaiting tongue. at the last second mickey dipped the popsicle below his mouth, messily dragging it down his chin, neck, chest. ian shivered at the chill, and then again as the sticky trail was covered with mickey's tongue, still cold from the popsicle.

ian would have to shower again, but he couldn't care less.