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violetwitch12087 · 1 year

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When you're walking down the street to go home you bump into something or someone a silver headed mutant and when you guys become best friends and you go over to his house his mom loves you and as you're about to beat his high score on his arcade game he tries to stop you but you have an idea..

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I walk down the street my backpack on my back going home from school when suddenly i bump into something i fall and land on my butt but my hands cushioned my fall i look up too see a silver headed actually really cute boy

He has dimples you can barley see when hes not smiling perfect lips a silver jacket a pink Floyd shirt and black jeans i thought i was the clumsy one it was almost like he appeared out of no where well maybe hes a mutant since his hair is literally silver

We look at each other for a moment before he quickly stands up and puts a hand out for me which i gladly take "sorry for running into you" he says and i shrug my shoulders a bit "its whatever at least you aren't a asshole" i say and he smiles his dimples more defiant

"And at least you didnt use your backpack to hit me a whole bunch of times" he says and a laugh escapes my lips and he looks down at my lips almost thinking of something but i just met him i dont wanna push him already "you're really pretty" he mutters out regret filling his face after but a blush just appears on my cheeks making butterflies in my stomach erupt

"Thank you" i mutter softly and nervously if theres one thing i hate about myself is my anxiety and nervousness i clear my throat trying to look more confident and put my hand out "my names y/n" i say and i see his eyes light up a bit "peter" he says taking my hand in his, his hand engulfing mine thats so attractive holy shit

I shake his hand our handshake lasting longer then it shouldve but im not complaining "can i uh maybe have your number? If you dont wanna give me it its fine I've gone through that before and stuff you know like really its fine" peter starts rambling and i laugh again softly before i grab his phone and put my number in it putting my name and a heart next to it

I pass the phone back to him and he looks down at the contact almost in disbelief before he looks back at me a smile going back on his face "thanks" he says and i nod softly "text me later handsome" i say before i breeze past him my arm touching his before i start walking home thinking of peter the entire time when i finally get home i put my backpack down and change before flopping onto my bed and i feel a vibration from my pocket i pull out my phone and see a random number texted me and i open it

'hey sweetheart its peter or should i say handsome?' he teases making me blush even more damn it i barley met him and i get butterflies when i even so much as think about him 'oh yeah? Okay babe i need to go to bed ill text you tomorrow?' i send and wait a moment before he responds 'yeah text me when you're free my love' he says and i squeal covering my face with my hands we barley met what the fuck but he's really cool i mean he listens to pink floyd i think i might really get along with him

I close my eyes pulling the blanket closer to me as i fall asleep peter stuck in my mind all night

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The next day after school i walk down the same path where i met peter i would be lying if i said I didn't hope i saw peter when i feel a gust of wind infront of me i look up and am met with the eyes of speak of the devil, peter.

"Hey sweetheart" he says and i roll my eyes playfully "hey handsome" i say and i see a smile appear on his face "where ya headed off too?" He asks and i shrug "i might actually go to the store i needa pick up some things" i say and he nods "well can i go with you?" He asks and i look up at him before nodding and we start heading to the store

We get to the store and we walk inside going to get bread and milk and just the essentials and all that and before i could walk up to pay and scan my stuff i end up in the blink of an eye in the cart moving fastly for a split second and were outside i look around and see peter pushing the cart "what the hell was that for pete?" I ask and he shrugs a smug grin on his face "well with my mutation lets just say i don't really pay for a lot of stuff i cant resist it" he says "kleptomaniac" i murmur under my breath playfully and he nudges me with his elbow "exactly" he says making me smile

"Okay now i have to walk all the way to my house while holding these bags" i whine resting my hands on the cart and resting my head onto my hands covering my face "who says you alone?" He says and i smile lifting my head up "okay here's how its gonna work you grab the bags and put them on your wrists and hands and stuff and ill carry you to your house" he says and i look at him in disbelief

"What you dont believe me or somethin?" He asks and i shake my head "okay fine grab the bags" he says and i grab them putting my arm through the holes in the bag and peter walks over to me and picks me up bridal style making me squeal "omg peter please dont drop me" i say "im not that weak you know" he says rolling his eyes playfully making me smile "okay lay your head against my chest" he says and i look up at him confused "so you dont get whiplash" he says like it was obvious "oh" i mutter softly and rest the side of my head and face against his chest. Totally not enjoying this

In a flash we end up at the corner of the store and i give peter directions every time we stop and we make it to my house way quicker than if we walked i turn to peter "stay right here i havent said bye yet" i say and he smiles slightly as i go inside and set the bags onto the counter and walk back outside i go over to peter and pull him into a hug which he surprizingly accepts

My arms wrapped around his neck my head on his shoulder his arms wrapped around my waist securely i smile and give peter a peck on the cheek lingering it a bit "thank you handsome" i say softly "no problem sweetheart" he says and we finally pull away from each other despite my body and mind and heart yearning to hold him close to me again "ill text you later" i say and he nods "okay talk to you later" he says and i send him a wink before walking into my house and i start putting groceries away

After a while i end up finishing and i go to bed peter stuck in my mind like everytime

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It has been a couple weeks now maybe a month and a half since me and peter met and started flirting and my feelings for him have sky rocketed i talk to him every day and night i think about him i even have dreams about him

Today i actually dont have school its the weekend and i really wanna see peter i dont know he just makes me so happy and we really get along hes so sweet to me i pick up my phone and press his contact 'hey handsomeee i dont have school today what ya doin?' i text him and wait for an answer which comes quick (pun intended) (get it cs hes fast? No? Okay my bad😭)

'hey sweetheart im really just bored you wanna hang out?' he sends and i smile 'of course i always wanna hang out with my favorite person' i say 'awe ur so sweet ill meet you at the same meet up spot' he says 'okay im heading out now see you in a bit' i send and i turn off my phone before putting it in my pocket and i start heading out the front door

I walk to go down the same trail where me and peter met that day and look around for peter when someone grabs my shoulders from the back and shakes me a bit "boo!" Peter says making me jump "god peter you scared the fuck out of me" i say raising my hand to hit him on his arm he saw this hit from miles away but let my hand come in contact with his arm (cs hes such a sweetheart)(god i love him)

"I had to do it" he says shrugging his shoulders and i roll my eyes playfully "what do you wanna do?" I ask as we start walking "okay dont make this seem weird but do u maybe wanna come over to my place?" He says and i immediately nod "of course i dont mind you're my bestfriend after all" why did i say that no i wanna be more than friends peter god im so stupid

Peter walks behind me making me confused before he bends down and picks me up bridal style again making me smile and i lay my head against his chest again and in a flash were infront of a pretty good looking house and peter slowly sets me down "thank you" i say softly "your welcome" he says smiling at me before we start heading to the front door

He opens it and we walk in "ma im home i have a friend" he yells "im in the kitchen" someone responds im guessing his mom since he called her ma we walk down to the kitchen where im met with a lady with brown almost blond hair in a ponytail to the side she seems sweet hopefully shes as sweet as peter is?

"Hi ms maximoff" i say putting my hand out and the lady seems taken back she smiles and takes my hand in hers "nice to meet you.."

"Y/n" i say "oh nice to meet you y/n you seem like a sweetheart, you and pete a thing or what cause she isnt that bad and i wouldnt mind" she says making a blush appear on my face a small laugh building inside of me "unfortunately me and peter are just friends, even if i wish we were together" i mumble the last part thinking she didnt hear it but oh she did "and she is a sweetheart thats what i call her" peter says and i have to look away to not show myself flustered

"Well me and y/n are gonna hang out downstairs" peter says as were about to start walking when his mom stops me she pulls me close to her and puts her mouth close to my ear "peters been gushing about a girl recently and i heard him say her name and it sounds like yours if you wish you guys were together then maybe go for it you only meet someone once and you seem like you would take care of pete and keep him in line" she says and i nod "and if he does like me i will ill treat him so well ill keep him off your shoulders i know how much energy he could have" i say and she smiles before i head back towards peter and we head down the steps to the house basement guess he lives down here its fine it looks actually kinda cool

"What did my mom say to you" peter asks as i look around and start to walk to a arcade machine peter has wow i want one of these "nothing important" i lie starting a game moving the joystick peter stands up and walks over to me standing next to me watching the screen as well after a couple moments im almost about to beat peters high score when he starts trying to take my hand off the joystick

Without thinking i grab peters collar and pull him close to me and place a quick kiss on his lips making him pause and look at me confused after a second i keep going and then i finally die i excitedly jump up and down "i won! I beat you peter!" I taunt starting to turn towards him when my lower back is pushed into the game peters hands on my waist my arms reach up to wrap around peters neck he looks down at me with doeful eyes

He starts to lean down our lips teasing each other as we barely touch then finally our lips connect we move our lips against one another my hands pulling him impossibly closer by his neck his arms wrap around my waist pulling me flat against him before he lets one arm go and gently puts his hand on my cheek as we kiss softly not wanting to let each other go our lips finally separate and he looks down at me while i look up at him looking into his beautiful brown eyes i dream of

"So uh you have a boyfriend?" He jokes nervously "yeah his names peter" i say before i grab his face with my hands and lay more kisses to his soft lips which he gratefully accepts kissing me back more relaxed and freely than the first time making me smile into the kiss causing him to smile as well

We pull away and i turn back to the game peters arm wraps around my waist as he watches me playing the game i couldnt be happier....

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This is the cutest thing I've ever seen omg i love this with my whole heart i love peter so much hes such a sweetheart hes a lover boy god i wish this was real😭 anyways i love you a lot as well you mean so much to me you dont even understand *mwah mwah mwah* bye bye my love

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oflgtfol · 2 years

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me: im working a 6 hr shift no way im working register today lol. or at least not for my entire shift

also me: works register for basically my entire shift

#i was on the floor for the first 30 minutes then ive been on registee ever since #URGH #its jsut me and my manager for the last like THREE hours the store is open. pain and agony #brot posts #i hate working closing like its kinda nice bc theres barely anyone around for the last hour or two #but also like. im getting out of here at 9:30pm . im a homebody i like tobe showered + in my pajamas by 8pm LMAOO #im also working closing tomorrow but st least on sundays we close at 7 instead 😔#the only day i enjoy closing lol

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orcelito · 5 years

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🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔

Tfw u suddenly get nervous about uh. Power going out or some shit like that

... I got a random water jug lying around. I’m. Gonna fill it with water.

#speculation nation #ya kno. just in case.#i got running water rn but theres a chance of Whatever shit ya kno #im not alone out here or anything #i got my school. and i have my work .#tbh my work will support me more closely #my boss kinda. has our backs? and if push came to shove i could turn to there #i still think its ridic that we gotta go to work still tomorrow #but ill feel relatively safe in the store at least

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angelfic · 2 years

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— CHERRY RED.

pairing: tasm!peter parker x reader

summary: it's the hottest day of the year, your air conditioning is broken, and all you and your roommate slash best friend slash crush have are a box of cherry flavored popsicles and months of pent up sexual frustration each other

warnings: smut. smut smut smut smut lots of smut and, oh yeah, smut! praise kink, (mild) dom!peter, fingering, (brief) dry humping, ice play? popsicle play? also swearing, no use of a condom because mc is on the pill but use protection y'all. best friends 2 lovers, college roommate au

author’s note: inspired very much so by the sudden increase in weather :) my first time writing smut btw so apologies if it's bad, let me know what u think and happy reading angels! ♡

“Oh, you have got to be shitting me,” you practically yell in the middle of the freezer aisle, wincing when you spot the concerned face of a mother covering the ears of her toddler.

The apologetic look you offer her quickly turns sour when you notice the mother-daughter duo is the reason for your outburst. The reason you’re about to tear off the door to the grocery store freezer and snap it in two like a graham cracker.

They took the last box of lemonade popsicles.

You fight an internal debate, the dehydration from today being the record-breaking hottest day of the year almost swaying your decision not to snatch the box right out of the toddler’s hands, before reluctantly picking up the cherry flavored ones.

Oh well, you think, at least your roommate Peter gets his favorite flavor. It's a little hard to look on the bright side however, when your jeans are sticking to you from perspiration, clinging on like a second skin. Those, and the ill-chosen long sleeve shirt, are the reason you practically run to the self-service checkout counter in a hurry to get home.

You're just about to scan the box of popsicles when your phone dings with a notification.

spiderboy [14:44] bad news

you [14:46] pls don't tell me it has anything to do with our ac

spiderboy [14:46] ...

spiderboy [14:46] ok i won't tell u

you [14:46] parker

spiderboy [14:47] yeah our ac is broken

spiderboy [14:47] can't get a repair guy in til tomorrow

spiderboy [14:47] also we're out of ice

you [14:48] FFS.

you [14:48] i'll get some ice but istg if theres only one bag and that snotty little toddler has it i'm throwing hands

spiderboy [14:48] sorry WHAT.

Grumbling to yourself the whole way, you grab some ice from the thankfully abundant collection in the freezer and get out of there in record time. The ride home is so suffocating that once you get home to your shared apartment you barely spare Peter a glance, tossing him the bag of ice and popsicles.

"Hey," you mutter, having to look away from the sight of him in his black tank top, showcasing his arms. The image of his biceps flexing as he catches the frozen products with his eyes closed - spider-senses obviously - just spurs you to walk even faster to your room.

"Where are you running off to?" he asks, frowning slightly as he gets up to put the stuff in the freezer before they melt in your ac-less apartment. "Come hang out, I'm bored."

Fanning yourself, you laugh at his childish tone. "I need to change out of these clothes. They're like a prison. I only wore them 'cause they made my ass look good this morning."

You see him take a peek at your ass as soon as you say this and you roll your eyes before shutting your bedroom door.

"That they do!" he yells through the door and you slap a hand to your mouth to stop the snorting laughter from being let out, knowing he'll hear the unattractive noise with his heightened senses.

It's times like this, you think as you strip down to only your panties (no way in hell are you wearing a bra in this weather), that you're grateful to be in the know about Peter's biggest secret. Having been his best friend since the early years of middle school, it was only expected he confided in you as soon as he was bitten.

Now you're both in college, he's still Spider-Man and you're still the ordinary human best friend that's hopelessly in love with him.

Yeah, that one may have been a recent revelation, but what can you do! You've always had a little crush on him, but having lived with him for the first two years of college, not only are you even more aware of how insanely attractive he's gotten, but due to his increase in one-night stands since school, you're also aware of your... feelings. Particularly jealousy.

The flirty nature of your friendship definitely does not help matters.

You ponder the fact you've both had dates and flings and the like since high school, strongly alluding to the idea you and Peter will never be a thing, with a sour face as you throw on the least amount of clothing you possibly can - fuck double standards! If men can parade around shirtless in the streets, then you can wear the same tank top and shorts you've had since high school damn it!

Emerging from your room feeling only slightly less like a melted stick of butter, you immediately catch Peter's eye and he chokes on the chilled water he was previously chugging down.

You furrow your brows as he gives you a once over so slowly that you almost regret the outfit choice. And then you remember it's the 21st century.

"Don't give me that look!" you scoff, pointing an accusing finger at him. "If you can wear a tank top without a bra then so can I!"

He swallows and clears his throat, asking you hoarsely, "You're not wearing a bra?"

You raise a brow and fold your arms.

"Is that an issue?"

He splutters and his gaze dips down to your chest for a split second. "No!" he yelps, looking away to stare determinedly at the TV screen. "And stop making me sound like a misogynist, you know I'm all for freeing the nips and all that."

You laugh at the very true statement as you walk over to the freezer, bending over to forage around for the cherry popsicles. Your mouth twitches as you hold back a smile when he goes silent.

"I can feel your eyes on my ass, Peter."

"Wh- I was not looking at your ass!" he insists, and when you turn around to throw him an accusing look - and one of his favorite cherry popsicles - you see that he's scowling. "I wasn't. I was just noticing your shorts."

"And my ass, but whatever," you sing-song under your breath. "What about my shorts?"

Collapsing on the couch right next to Peter, you prop your feet onto the coffee table, facing your roommate to prompt his answer. "Nothing, I just... Aren't they the same ones you would wear 4 years ago in gym class?"

"Precisely, my web-headed friend." Grinning at Peter's growing scowl at the nickname, you unwrap your popsicle, tasting the lip-numbing treat while he does the same. "God, I've been sleeping on these. They may just be as good as the lemonade."

"I think you mean better," says Peter, pointing the bright red stick of ice at you. Sticking your tongue out in response, you snatch his water bottle and it's your turn to scowl when he chuckles. "Your tongue is bright red."

"It's the latest look."

You lean back, pressing the water bottle to your neck and moaning at the cold, frosty relief. The plastic soon becomes warm from the heat of your skin, so you eventually just unscrew the lid and pour tiny amounts of water directly onto your skin.

"Oh my God, that feels so good." Peter shifts in his seat and you glance at him to see his jaw gone slack as he stares the water bottle like it's offending him. You feel heat crawling up your neck and it definitely is not due to the heatwave. "Stop looking at me like that!"

"I literally feel like I'm watching a porno and I don't know if I would rather be the water bottle or you."

His words make your stomach jolt, but you hide it with a scoff, chucking the water bottle at him. Peter may have been bitten by that radioactive spider years ago, but his ability to catch things without even looking still bugs you to this day - pun intended. "Since the other way around is physically impossible, unless your powers allow you to transform into inanimate objects, you can be me."

Shrugging, Peter finishes off his own popsicle and you shudder at the way he bites the ice so quickly. Your own popsicle is still completely intact.

Speaking of your own popsicle, you decide to bring your focus back to that and pointedly ignore his own moans of ecstasy at the chilled water dripping down his neck.

If the heatwave doesn't kill you, this definitely will.

Since the sensitivity of your teeth won't allow you to bite, the artificial red of the popsicle that's bright enough to rival the red of Peter's Spider-Man suit starts dripping down your hand. Too preoccupied with licking the melted juice before it ruins your couch, you barely register the pause in Peter's own ministrations with the water, instead his eyes focusing on the way your tongue pokes out to catch the sticky liquid.

You lick a long stripe up the popsicle and hear a faint groan coming from your best friend. Ceasing your own movements, you try not to blush.

One thing you've noticed in the last few months is that Peter hasn't had a single girl over. Not that you're complaining, but it's surprising since he once confided in you that not only were his senses heightened, but... other things too. Thus, you can't blame him for probably being turned on by you right now.

He never had the same girl over twice, though. You selfishly did not mind this at all. Not that it would make a difference, you think, shaking your head to rid yourself of any ideas and focusing on your slightly disappointing popsicle.

Sighing, you glare at the stick. "This was good for like two minutes, but I'm still hot."

Running his eyes over your body like he did when you first stepped out of your room, Peter cocks his head. "You wanna try something?"

"What?" you ask, narrowing your eyes in suspicion.

He rolls his eyes at your dramatics, plucking your popsicle out of your hand. "Trust me?"

"Well, you are my friendly neighborhood Spider-Man," you point out, pretending think about it.

"Exactly, now shut up and close your eyes."

Doing as he says, you wait in anticipation.

After a good five seconds, you're about to open your eyes and ask Peter what's taking so long when you suddenly feel the icy cold wetness of what you assume is your cherry popsicle, running across the top of your chest.

Gasping at the cool sensation, you don't even have time to properly react before Peter licks the liquid off your chest.

You can't hold back the shudder that contradicts the normal bodily reaction you should be having in the middle of a heatwave, partly due to the fact your best friend just licked you, and partly due to the fact his tongue is surprisingly cold - presumably from the popsicle.

"Oh," you gasp, eyes flying open when the popsicle travels to your neck. Despite knowing what's coming next, you sharply suck in a breath of air, your hand automatically threading into Peter's hair as he laps up the red juice, taking longer this time to bite and suck at a particular spot on your neck. He chuckles when you whimper for a second time, his warm breath scorching your skin. "I-I don't think this skin-to-skin contact is particularly effective. Especially when you run like a radiator even in winter."

"Want me to stop?" Peter mutters, his hand coming up to play with the waistband of your shorts and your brain starts fogging up. That doesn't stop you answering him though.

"Don't you dare," you practically growl and you can feel Peter's smirk against your neck. He pulls away and ignores your noises of protest, but instead of moving away completely, he runs the popsicle across your jaw and up to the side of your mouth.

Painfully slow, Peter licks the trail of liquid from the bottom of your jaw and stops right next to your lips, so close that you can feel his eyelashes tickling your cheekbone. "Peter, please," you moan, breathily, your hand sliding down his neck to grip at his bicep.

"Fuck," he groans under his breath and sits back in his seat, but not without pulling you up and over onto his lap, flush against his chest as he throws the popsicle onto the coffee table. Your lack of bra makes you even more sensitive and it doesn't help that you can feel how hard he is through your shorts.

Your whimper is immediately swallowed by his lips as he seals your mouth with his own, kissing you with enough intensity to literally set you on fire - as if the heatwave wasn't enough.

Peter tugs you closer as he kisses you until you're seated right on top of his clothed erection and then the worst happens. He grips at your hips and pushes his own upwards, making you gasp and he takes this as an opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth.

Continuing his assault on your lower lip as he nibbles and sucks until you're certain it's swollen, you grow more and more frustrated when he's stopped moving. You pull away for breath, feeling lightheaded.

"Why did you stop?" you whisper, still gripping the tops of his shoulders.

Grinning like a kid in a candy store, Peter slides his hands up your legs and annoyingly stops at the top of your inner thighs. "I want you to beg again."

You scoff. "Like hell am I going to beg ag- Holy shit," you whimper, falling forward when he rolls his hips again, just once before stopping. "Okay, please, Peter, please."

"Good girl," he mutters, looking up at you lazily through his eyelashes, but with an intense stare that looks like he wants to eat you. You moan at the nickname and his eyes light up at unlocking this new information before attaching his hands back to your hips and pressing your core against him yet again, until your legs feel like jelly.

"Uh-uh," Peter clicks his tongue, lifting you off of him before you can finish and laying you down on the couch. His hand slides under your tank top and up until it rests just below your breast. "You're not getting off that easily after parading around in those tiny, tiny clothes."

"Oh my God," you groan, arching up into his hand, embarrassingly turned on by him despite no proper physical contact. He leans over you and continues nibbling and sucking on your bottom lip, his tongue swiping over the swollen area every few seconds. "Peter, please."

"Please, what?" he teasingly asks, swiping his thumb across the underside of your breast, but keeping his hand there. "Use your words, princess."

Feeling like you're about to explode, or beat the shit out of your roommate, you tug on his hair in frustration making him groan and chuckle at the same time. The fucker knows exactly what he's doing to you. "Please... touch me already."

"Yes, ma'am." Peter presses his lips to yours again and moves his hand upwards, grabbing a fistful of your breast. You try to stifle your moan but it's impossible when he pinches your hardening nipple, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger. "Shirt, off. Now."

He tugs impatiently at the material and it's your turn to laugh at the scowl on his face. You pull the tank top up and over your head in one swoop and Peter doesn't hold back his groan, a tortured expression on his face. "Fuck, you're beautiful."

"Stop," you laugh nervously, shy all of a sudden as you try and hide your warming face.

"No, I mean it," he deadpans. The expression on his face is as serious as can be and he places his hands on either side of your face to make you look at him. "Forget giant lizards, you're the thing that's finally going to kill me."

"As much as I enjoy being compared to giant lizards, please pick up where we left off."

Peter doesn't need to be told twice. However, before he touches you he grabs the almost completely melted popsicle from the coffee table and grins mischievously as he takes a bite of the iced stick of juice. Throwing it back onto the table, Peter leans forward with the red block of ice between his teeth and runs it around your nipple.

"Shit," you gasp as the ice melts almost instantly, leaving only his tongue swirling around the hardened bud instead. At the same time, his hand moves down and fiddles with the waistband of your shorts. "Off, please, take them off."

Taking your direct commands as a sure sign, Peter tugs your shorts down, taking your panties with them. He swallows roughly and looks up at you, pupils blown wide. "You're so fucking pretty. I mean it when I say your pussy is going to be the death of me."

Growing more and more frustrated by Peters fingers wandering around your inner thighs, but not actually touching where you want him to, you frown at him. "You're a whole lot of talk, Parker. When are you actually going to- Oh, fuck."

"What was that?" Peter asks, his lips brushing against your ear as he finally runs a finger up and down your slit, your arousal making it easy. Your breathing gets quicker and when he slips a finger past your folds and you find your hips moving upwards trying to make his movements go faster. "No words, princess?"

Peter inserts a second finger, allowing you to adjust before adding a third and starting to pick up the pace as your moans and whimpers continue to escape you. His fingers get faster and faster, the palm of his hand in exactly the right spot against your clit which makes your eyes prick with tears as you continue to arch into him. "Such a good girl... You gonna cum for me, baby?"

His words spur your climax to approach even quicker and Peter can feel it coming when you start to tighten around his fingers so he speeds up his movements. The feeling that tugs at you in your lower stomach quickly escalates until it snaps, pushing you over the edge and you let out a cry of ecstasy.

It takes you a minute to calm down and you would believe Peter if he told you that you blacked out for a second. "That was- You were- Fuck. I need you now."

Peter curses lowly at your words as you tug off his tank top, revealing his built torso that you've helped him stich up and disinfect a countless number of times. You fumble at his grey sweatpants, trying to pull them down along with his boxers, but his hand stops you right at the waistband. "Wait, wait. Are you sure you wanna do this?"

If it weren't for the fact that you could see how painfully hard he was through his sweatpants, you would think he didn't want you. Trying not to smile at how sweet your best friend is, you quirk a brow. "I'm definitely sure. Are... are you sure?"

"Are you kidding?" he deadpans. "I've literally wanted to fuck you since puberty hit. And I've wanted to kiss you everyday of our lives since we were 11. Like, romantically."

"You- What?" you choke out the the words, shocked at the sudden confession and unable to hold back the smile this time. "Are you serious?"

"We could continue to discuss my embarrassingly obvious crush on you. Or, you could let me show you by finally letting me fuck your brains out before I literally explode."

"I vote option two, please."

"Smart girl," Peter grins, pressing one more searing kiss to your lips and nipping at your bottom lip before tugging off his sweatpants.

And shit, if he isn't the biggest you've ever had.

"You're going to break me," you moan, one hand gripping Peter's bicep and the other flat against his chest. If it wasn't for his super fast healing, you definitely would be leaving scratches. He smirks as he presses the tip of his cock at your entrance, coating himself in your arousal to ready you.

"That's the plan," he says, determined. And before you can say anything else he enters you, slowly filling you up. The short, breathless gasps that leave you combined with how tight you are causes Peter to groan and grip the side of the couch. You barely register the seat cushion ripping from his super strength, instead focusing on the way he starts moving inside you. "Jesus- fuck, you feel amazing."

His constant praise and his now powerful thrusts make literal tears form in your eyes, your arousal coming back even faster than before. You clamp a hand over your mouth to stop your screams, but Peter doesn't allow this and he removes it, leaning over to bury his face in your neck. "I wanna hear every sound coming out of that pretty little mouth of yours as I'm fucking you."

He emphasizes this statement with a particularly powerful thrust, bringing his hand up to circle your clit with his thumb and you can't help letting out a scream, the tears escaping your eyes as you start to babble nonsensical words. "Don't stop, please, please, please."

"Never," he assures you, panting as he continues thrusting into you faster, deeper and harder, your climax building at the same time as Peter's. "Shit, baby, you're gonna make me cum."

"Me too," you whimper, gripping his back to pull him impossibly closer to you as you let go, having to bite his shoulder to stifle your scream. "Peter, oh my God."

"Let go for me, princess," he murmurs, lips moving against your neck as you finish, his own thrusts starting to slow down and he shudders against you, the only sounds being both of you breathing heavily.

You stay like that for a moment, until Peter's body heat smothers you and you're wishing it was the middle of winter so you wouldn't feel relief when he gets up to shrug his sweatpants on. You watch him do so, unable to move and the sight of you makes him grin like an idiot. You roll your eyes, knowing exactly what he's thinking; he just gave you the best sex of your life, the little shit.

He leaves your clothes and his own vest discarded on the couch, lifting you up in his arms bridal style with ease and carrying you into his room. Once he sets you on the bed, he collapses down next to you.

"So, you've had an embarrassing crush on me since we were 11, let's talk about that," you say, using every ounce of strength within you not to burst out laughing.

Peter scowls, but his expression doesn't match the way his thumb is rubbing circles in the side of your hip where his hand rests. "I was thinking we could talk about the praise kink you so obviously displayed."

"Shut up," you scoff, but there's no malice in your tone because he's completely right. "If it makes you feel better, I've loved you for the same amount of time."

"I bet I loved you first," he protests softly, kissing your shoulder.

Great, now you're back to feeling like a melted stick of butter.

"Hm, I'll take that bet. What does the winner get?"

"The winner gets to take his girlfriend swinging across the city," he smirks, knowing he's got you there when you gasp in excitement. Peter is way too protective over you when it comes to his Spider-Man life and swinging across the city is a very rare occurrence.

"I lose, you loved me first, now take me swinging!"

"Yeah, let's wait til you can walk again first."

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spicy-tomato · 3 years

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Can i pls req dream being reader's sugar daddy :O - 🌼

sorry this took a hot sec ive been working on this one for a while cause i really liked the idea, so here you go :)) it ended up being like 2k words so im sorry

You had it all, anything you could want and more. Wanted to go to rome? Done, your plane leaves tomorrow. Dream absolutely spoiled you and you couldnt be more happy about it. It started off as a thing to help you with rent, but the longer you did it the more you enjoyed being able to get what you wanted when you wanted. Today was your weekly lunch with dream, you had both agreed that at least once a week he would take time off to get lunch with you, it made you smile to see him take time for you. As the tease you were, you decided to wear something a little revealing to tease him since he had cancelled your shopping trip with him the day before. You put on a low cut crop top and some shorts that show a little too much before fixing your hair. You hear you phone ding, getting a text from dream,

Daddy dream <3

Hey baby, i'm out front whenever youre ready to go

You smile and put your phone in your pocket before walking out to his car and getting in. you kiss his cheek quickly “hi daddy” you giggle and smile at him

“Hi sweetheart” he looks you up and down before smirking “like the outfit, all for me?” you giggle and nod before he starts to drive to the restaurant, one hand on your thigh. “Do you know what you want? You know the rule, anything you want no matter the price. And after that we can go shopping to make up for my cancelling yesterday.” you smile at him

“I know, and we dont have to dream, we can just hang out. Its been a while since we did that. Maybe we can go somewhere for you to make it up to me instead” he smiles and squeezes your thigh as he pulls into the parking lot of the restaurant.

“Anywhere you want baby, only the best for you.” you look down and blush, moving over to lean your head on his shoulder as he moves a hand to pet your hair. “Ill take you anywhere anytime and get you anything you want.” you cant lie, at times you had thought about being more than just his sugar baby, having a real romantic relationship, but he was always so busy that it made it seem almost impossible. Sure he took time out to be with you but it was never a lot unless you were traveling. He didnt tell you a lot about his job either, just knew that he had a large following and that he didnt want anything serious and put his partner in a bad situation, but damn if you havent thought about him coming home to you and calling you his.

“Baby? You okay? You zoned out.” he waves a hand in front of your face and you blink back to reality.

“Yeah, sorry i just got a little distracted. Lets go get some food!” you pull away from him and he gets out, walking around to open your door for you and holds a hand out to help you. “Thank you” you smile and take his hand as you step out, he closes the door behind you and puts an arm around your waist, pulling you into his side as you both walk up to get a table. You get seated immediately and he pulls your chair out for you. “Is there a single flaw with you?” you ask genuinely, he just laughs and shakes his head.

“Theres a bunch you dont know about me, sweetheart.” you roll your eyes as the waitress comes back with your mimosa and his water, asking for your orders. He orders for you and him before she walks off to put them in. He always knows what you want and orders it for you. It makes you smile that he likes to take care of you. You shake that thought away and go back to mindlessly talking with him, waiting on the food. It comes shortly and you both start to eat. “Where do you want to go? Japan? Italy? Oh we havent been to paris in a while, maybe there.”

“I think paris would be great, its always so pretty this time of year, maybe we can have dinner on the eiffel tower again!” your eyes light up at the thought of going back to paris. Last time you went was last spring, you both walked around and had the most wonderful time people watching and shopping. You take another bite and he looks like hes about to say something before he stops himself and looks down. “What is it? Is something wrong?” you look at him concerned, scared you messed something up.

“Its nothing darling, dont worry.” you both finish up lunch and he pays before helping you up and leading you back to the car. “I have something id like to ask you when we get to paris if thats okay, its nothing bad i promise its just something ive been meaning to ask for a while is all.” you nod as he opens the door for you and helps you in. “now, a pretty girl like you needs pretty new clothes for the trip, lets go get you some.” he smiles at you as he gets in, resting a hand back on your thigh as he starts the car, leading you both to the mall.

You spend hours in there going to different stores and trying things on, him getting you whatever you wanted without any hesitation. You walk back to the car with armfulls of bags and a couple new suitcases. “Thank you so much daddy, youre the best.” you kiss his cheek and he turns a little red.

“Its no problem baby, why dont you stay over tonight and we can leave in the morning to head to the airport. I can help you pack and we can watch a movie.” you smiles and nod, putting your bags in the back of the car and your new suitcases in the trunk.

“Id like that…” you think for a second about how nice it would be to wake up next to him every day and how nice it is to fall asleep next to him when it happens, even if when you did wake up after he wasnt next to you. The cold bed always made you remember that you would never be more than this, not that this was bad in the least its just sometimes you wish you could be more. He drives you both back to his apartment building and helps you out, grabbing most of your bags, only leaving you to grab the suitcases as you enter the building. He lived on the top floor in the penthouse, expected for how much money he had. You set your stuff down in his room, your new clothes already laid out nicely thanks to him. He walks up behind you and hugs you from behind.

“Youll look so good in all of those baby, gonna be the prettiest one in paris.” he kisses your neck softly before pulling away and taking your hand, leading you to sit on the part of the bed not covered by clothes. “Let me go run you a bath and you can pick out a movie.” you nod and he walks to the bathroom, leaving you alone on the bed. You turn on the tv and start scrolling through netflix looking for a movie, finally deciding as he walks back in and picks you up. You giggle and wrap your arms around his neck, moving your head to rest on his chest as he carries you to the bathroom. He sets you on the counter and takes your shirt off carefully, leaving kisses down your neck and chest and he moves down to take your shorts off. You lift yourself gently to help him take your shorts off. He takes them off quickly before nipping and kissing your inner thighs, ghosting over your core. You whine and try to move closer to him before he presses your hips down into the counter.

“Stay still baby, dont wanna have to punish you. Daddy just wants his desert.” you nod quickly and stay still, his head diving to softly kiss your clit, causing you to whine. He chuckles and starts to slowly eat you out, almost at a teasing pace. You whine and grip the counter, trying to keep from pulling his hair. He pulls away and smiles, “good girl, being so good and not pulling my hair. Just letting daddy eat you up.” after he says that his hands move down to your thighs open as he starts to eat you out like a man starved. You let out a loud moan and throw your head back, your hands moving to his hair and tugging closer. At this point he didnt care about you pulling his hair, to blissed out by hearing your sweet moans and tasting you. Your cries became louder as he dragged you closer to the edge. as you were almost there he stopped, causing a loud whine from you as he moves up to face you. He looked like heaven like this, face covered in your slick with eyes dark from lust.

“Now my good little girl, i want you to get off the counter and bend over for daddy.” you quickly move off the counter and do as your told. “Such a perfect little girl, i want you to watch as i make you feel good, got it? You look away and i stop,” he chuckles and grabs your neck after you nod. His hand moves from your neck to your hair to hold you in place, making eye contact with him through the mirror.

“Such a precious little pet for me, arent you?” you whine as he lines up with your entrance, teasing you, causing you to press your hips back against him. He smacks your ass roughly and pulls you against his chest by your hair. “Thats not very nice bun, its almost like you want me to leave you all worked up.’’ he smirks at you before pulling you roughly back against him, ripping a scream from your throat. He sets a brutal pace, leaving no time for you to adjust to him. He keeps the pace, your legs starting to shake as he brings you back to the edge of your orgasm before quickly throwing you over it. You let out a cry of his name, trails of tears starting to run from your eyes as he keeps going.

“Pretty little bunny, always so good and tight for me. Gonna breed you so good. Fuck you until i know it takes.” he tugs your hair roughly and starts to bite and suck at your neck, leaving marks in his wake. You whine and cry, moving your hands to tug at his hair. “So close princess, gonna fill you up so good.” he moves a hand to your clit to punctuate his statement, causing a louder cry to come from you as you tip over the edge once again. His hips start to stutter as he fills you up, riding out his high with shallow thrusts letting out a few more quiet moans before pulling out of you carefully. You whine and tug at his hair as he does so. He picks you up carefully as he pulls away.

“i figured we could take a bath and then cuddle before we pack and figure out what time we should leave for the airport.” you nod and he carries you carefully over to the tub, setting you down carefully in it before getting and sitting behind you. He starts to wash your hair as you slowly drift off to sleep. You wake up briefly as he lifts you from the tub and carries you to the bed. He moves the blankets back and sets you down gently before crawling in next to you , pulling the blankets back over you.

“Be my partner,” he says as you turn towards him

“Only if we can still go to paris” you giggle and he nods, kissing the top of your head before you both drift off.

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verinlovescopia · 2 years

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Your mine, sunshine.

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not my gif<3

RIDDLER (Paul Dano) x FEM READER

TW: Stalking, possessive behavior, yandere behavior, mentions of murder, mentions of blood and gore, reader being manipulated

this will more than likely be a short little series, so this is part one :)

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How did it get this bad? Just two months ago, everything seemed to he just fine. You had just met Edward at a small coffee shop you had gotten a job at to help pay your rent and now he was practically obsessed with you. You could always feel his eyes on you, no matter where you where, your job, your apartment, on the street, at the grocery store, at the library. God it was scaring you, wanting your normal life back is going to be hard.

“Hey little sunray.” You where dragged out of your thoughts when you heard Edward call out to you, looking over at him you smiled nervously and waved at him. “Hey Edward, the usual?” You asked wiping your hands on your apron, “Yes please.” Edward said, he handed you the money while you giggled slightly at him, taking the money with a small nod to your head. “How’s your day been so far, sunshine?” Edward asked, while you began making his coffee with 2 creamers. “Eh, It’s been alright, shitty people here and there, but theres also the good ones like you Ed. What about you?” You asked with a smile, stirring the coffee preparing it for the creamers. “I- Uhm, it’s been great, it got better when I saw you sunshine.” Edward stuttered slightly, his face slightly read, you giggled.

“Your coffee good sir.” You said with a smirk, handing him the coffee. “Why thank you sunshine.” He replied with a smirk as-well. “Looks like your my last costumer, I should probably start cleaning.” You said to Edward and to yourself, you grabbed the rag next to you and began rubbing the counters trying to clean up the days mess. “Well I suppose I’ll get out of your hair sunshine.” Edward said, standing up with his half finished coffee. You nodded, “See ya tomorrow Ed.” Waving goodbye to him, he smiled and waved back, turning around and walking out of your coffee shop.

Shortly after finishing cleaning and putting everything away, you eagerly closed the little shop and happily made your way home. Walking down the streets of Gotham at night was typically pretty dangerous, you think you knew how to defend yourself, or at least you hoped you did. Walking slightly faster so you could finally get to your apartment and take a nice shower and get some well deserved sleep, you grabbed your phone quickly to check the time. “9:45-“ You where suddenly cut off and grabbed into an alleyway you where passing. You where up against someones chest, thrashing, you tried to escape. It was useless, your attacker hit the back of your neck, knocking you out.

“I finally have you sunshine.”

#batman 2022 #batman #paul dano x reader #paul dano riddler #riddler x reader #dc riddler #riddler headcanon #dc #dark fic

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fwkei · 3 years

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Remember...?

Draken x fem!reader (mainly fluff slight angst)

Finally got my first request yall 🥳 I couldn’t strictly follow the request like i wanted to but i hope thats alright, the gist is still there. anyways thank you sm for it and i hope you enjoy

TW/CW: Mentions of sex, mentions of alcohol, mentions of sex work

WC: 7k (omg the most ive ever written🙆🏻‍♀️)

Note: I changed my writing style a bit for this request so i hope yall don’t mind! and again i dont read my stuff over so my apologies if theres any mistakes lmao

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You sat on the street, overheating as you watched the ‘heat waves’ coming off the ground. You held your hair up with one of your hands since you had nothing to tie it with, while the other held a lukewarm water bottle. You sighed, you felt so anxious and frustrated.

What now?

You thought letting your mouth part due to your heavy breathing

You took things too fast. It had been about 3 weeks since you left your parents ‘home’ and why did you leave? Well there were a number of reasons that are a bit too much to list, but all that matters now is that you’re completely and utterly on your own.

You only managed to scavenge small jobs here and there to get some money to buy some basic necessities but nothing more.

“Sorry Y/n, my niece is coming down to Tokyo and I told her she could have a job here and stay at the studio above...I’m gonna have to let go. I’m sorry.” said your boss to you only a couple hours ago, with pity filled eyes

“...No it’s fine really! I understand.Thank you for taking me in while you could.” you said bowing your head at the man, biting your inner cheek trying to keep a level head

“I’m happy you understand. You can leave your apron and hat on the cashier. On your way out.” he said patting your shoulder as you slowly brought your head up

“Right..” you said taking off your apron and hat as you walked slowly to the cashier, placing it down

You brought your hands to your temples out of stress, trying to figure out what you could do now. You only had very little money, and there was a heat wave striking Japan this week. At least your boss allowed you to live and pay rent in the small studio right above his store, which had an AC, but now that was for his niece.

This had been the first time in a while where you had no idea what to do. You had always been the type of person to be able to take care of yourself and your problems..on your own. All your life since you can remember, you always had to be the one to take care of others, not that you mind or minded...but you were only so young. You never really had a childhood, at least not that you can remember. You do remember cleaning up after your parents who lost all will just to even... parent. You remember taking jobs as a babysitter at a really young age in your apartment complex to make some money.. You remember being the reliable older kid of your school and complex, where kids would come to you asking for help with things like homework all the way to buying something for them to eat because they were hungry. Not once did you ever say no, because you really did want to be there for those kids who’s parents didn’t give them the care they needed. But it just became too much.. You ended up spending all of your saved up money on them, just so they could have something to play with or something to eat.

Before you even realized it, you were in your last year of high school, with no money saved over, no scholarships, no one to rely on but yourself. Not even a friend. Was it really the right thing to do? Use all your money that you worked so hard for to help kids he lived next door? Or just plain stupid? You knew you couldn't support them forever...but you tried so hard to. All you wanted was to give them a childhood they never had, and someone to look up too. But now you left them. All because you were frustrated. You felt so unbearably guilty. All the work you put into your studies to get at least some type of scholarship just went to waste because you couldn't handle your life anymore. You were being so so so stupid.

Before you even knew it, the sun was going down, and you grew even more tired and sleepy. You signed, taking a jacket out of your bag and placing it on the ground so you could rest your head on it. You brought your hands to cushion your cheek as your eyes started to close. The air finally got a little cooler making it easier to breathe and well...do anything.

As you were falling asleep you could hear chatter and laughing, and finally a tap on your shoulder waking you up. You cringed your eyes before opening them up more to see 2 women. One had blonde hair and the other had pinkish hair. They looked older than you, maybe in their 20’s. One held a bag and the other held a bottle of wine with two glasses, they bent down so their heads could be closer to yours. After examining you for a bit they turned to each other and smiled happily before turning back their gaze to your confused face.

“Hey?” you said sitting up more, a little startled by the intimate contact they were giving you

“Hey there, say...what’s a pretty girl like you sleeping on the street for?” asked the girl with pinkish hair that was tied into pigtails

“I uh..don’t have a place right now so..” you said scratching your head

“Really? Hmmm.” said he one with blonde hair

“How old are you? And what’s your name? I think we can help you out! Woman to woman!” said the pink haired girl smiling sweetly making you feel fuzzy at their niceness

“18, and it’s Y/n.” you said smiling nervously

“Nice to meet you Y/n, I’m Remi, this is Rema, my twin sister.” said the pink haired girl pointing to the blonde as she waved sweetly

“Hi, it’s nice to meet you too..!” you said bringing your hands to your thighs smiling

“So did you just turn 18?” asked Rema

“Sorta, 2 months ago, why?” you asked

“Oh good!” they both said

“Well, it’s your choice really. One of the girls left today, and the boss sent us to scout another girl to take her place, buttt we just went to buy food with no intentions of finding someone but luckily we just found you! It’s perfect!” said Remi

“Oh? What work?” you asked getting excited

“Oh silly, we live in a brothel! It’s really not all that bad you know, great pay and rooms...so what do you think?” asked Rema

“A brothel..” you said under your breath

Your mind was in a serious state of concentration.

It can’t be all that bad, right? You just have to please people and go on with your day so… that’s what i've been doing my whole life… plus… there's a bunch of women in those things right? I probably won't get too much attention from customers if there's sweethearts like Remi and Rema walking around...so...just for the time being… I think it could really work out in my favor.

You thought to yourself

You brought your head up, giving the girls a closed eyes smile before shaking your head ‘yes’ making them jump in excitement.

“Oh good!” yelled Remi grabbing your hands

“I’m so excited! We haven't had a new girl in years! How do you think Ken will react?” asked Rema smiling as you 3 all started to walk

“Ken?” you asked furrowing your eyebrows at the familiar name

“Oh right, We’ll have to introduce you to him and everyone else tomorrow. He’s the bosses foster kid..I think you two are actually the same age.” said Rema bringing her pointer finger to her chin

“Mhm mhm! Oh and since you're new, tomorrow I will take your pictures for the board, you can borrow one of my sets till you can afford to buy one for yourself, how does that sound Y/n?” asked Remi smiling and holding your hand

“It sounds..great! Thank you so much.” you said bowing your head slightly

“No worries! Hopefully the boss will take you in.” said Remi patting your head

“Yeah..” you said as you 3 continued to walk to the brothel

You couldn't seem to get your mind off of that familiar name..Ken? You swore you knew someone named that. It definitely wasn't a popular name so it’s not like you knew it from some type of T.V program.. After thinking hard your whole way to your new home you couldn't seem to remember them. The person named Ken. And so you decided to brush it off for the time being.

The brothel was pretty big, and consisted of 12 girls, not including yourself. It was really late so everyone was asleep. Remi and Rema showed you to your room which was much more spacious than your room at home. They told you that you were allowed to decorate it and style it however you wanted. But they told you it was important to know that this was the room where business would be done, and not to leave important things around since some of the men came into brothels for the sole purpose of stealing. Remi even told you a story about how one of her clients tried to steal one of her panites, but then the boy named Ken stopped him by knocking him out with one punch to the stomach.

“He sounds strong-” you laughed as they gave you a small tour

“He sure is! Like the bodyguard of this place! He’s a sweetheart!” said Remi smiling

“I’m sure..!” you smiled

“Alright that’s about it, you should shower now and get ready for tomorrow. The boss will probably wanna take a look at you before seeing if he wants you. But I'm sure he will! You're pretty so it’ll go smoothly!” said Remi handing you her shower stuff for you to use for tonight and a set

“Got it, and again...thank you so much. I really appreciate it.” you said again

“Of course! Remember..we’re neighbors so feel free to knock whenever you need something..Also I can give you some tips before your first client so you know what to do.” she said smiling

“Right, goodnight then!..” you said feeling your face get hot at how she so easily talked about sex.

After that, you did exactly as she said, you showered. You thoroughly washed your body, face, and hair. Getting out you looked down at the set Remi gave you. It was just a black bra and matching panties with a silk cover up which made you feel better knowing you could cover up with that.

You rubbed your mouth as you started to rethink your decision. I mean...you respected sex workers..but was this life what you were willing to settle for? Aimlessly waiting around for some random horny man to choose you and do things with you just for you to get only 40% of the payment? Was this all really worth it? Leaving home to avoid your problems...to end up here? You were grateful, yes, Remi and Rema were so sweet and open with you. You could only hope that the others were just as nice. You really wanted things to go well, and that can only start with some good rest.

You woke up to a knock on your door, to see Remi and Rema walking in with a smile

“Morninggg!” they sang as you quickly got out of bed

“Hi!” you said frantically

“No need to rush! Usually men start coming in at 10, but since you don't work here officially yet you got to sleep in a bit! But the boss called for you, you should go to the set up room down the hall to get ready, remember it?” asked Rema

��Yeah I do. Thank you for waking me-!” you said smiling and grabbing your stuff and shoes

“Course, good luck Y/n!” they said as you quickly walked out of your room to get ready

As you walked in, there were a few other girls getting ready. You smiled and introduced yourself to them, and them to you. They were all so nice and pretty. It made you feel a little bit better about being here, and less nervous since they complimented your looks. You got ready in about 10 minutes, letting one of the other girls help you out with your hair and stuff like that. You gave yourself one last look in the mirror before stepping out and waving to the girls ‘bye.’

You nervously walked to the boss's door. You took a deep breath before knocking. You heard a muffled ‘come in!’ so you walked in smiling while holding your covering close. You gave a nervous closed eyes smile before seeing his office was simple, just a desk with a bunch of papers and a chair on the other side.

“Y/n, correct?” he asked placing down his paper and taking off his glasses to look at you

“Yes.” you said smiling

“Pleasure-” he said leaning over the desk to shake your hand

“Likewise.” you said smiling, shaking his hand firmly before sitting down

“Well, I’m sure Remi and Rema told you just about everything you need to know, I take 60% of your earrings, I use that stuff to pay for rent and bills for you girls and my kid… which usually takes up about 30% of that 60%, meaning you make a profit of 40, while I make only a profit of 30 per girl.” he said

“Yeah, I was told.” you said smiling nervously fiddling with your hands

“Good good, now that that's over with..” he said getting up ad signing

“I’m just gonna take a look at you, no need to be nervous I’m not gonna touch you or anything, so please don’t feel worried.” he said smiling

“Right!” you said getting up

“Alright just do a quick 360 with arms up.” he said smiling

“Okay.” you said doing as he said

He looked you up and down but not in a lustful way at all, it was more of like a ‘just seeing how you’ll hold up’ kinda look, almost like he was a bit worried for you.

“Thank you-” he said sitting back down as you did the same feeling nervous

“I was also told you’re 18? Right?” he asked looking down at his papers

“Yeah that's right.” you said

“Well I don't usually have this talk with the other woman because they're older. I know the age of consent in Japan is 16 and blah blah, but you’re still pretty young, are you sure you wanna work like this?” he asked looked into your eyes

“...Not entirely but it’s the best I can do right now.” you said with a determined face

“I see- we’ll then welcome, and just remember you can leave whenever you want, but give a 2 weeks notice. When Remi is done, ask her to take your picture.” he said

“Understood, thank you!” you said said smiling and leaving

You walked out of the room, closing the door carefully signing in relieve

That went pretty well.

You thought

You started to walk down the hall so that you could ask Remi to take your picture. But when you put your ear to the door, you heard lewd noises letting you know she wasn’t done just yet. It was already 5, and the brothel closes at 10. You didn’t really know what to do, so you walked over to the kitchen, sitting down at one of the stools waiting for Remi and or Rema to finish up with their work. You tapped the pen that was on the table and started to look around the kitchen. You remembered Remi told you there were snacks in the cabinets, so you got up and started to open and close them one by one to find something to eat. You finally found a cabinet filled instant ramen, you grabbed one and started to pour water into it, popping it into the microwave that was on the counter top. You stood in front of it waiting, playing with the loose strings of you covering when suddenly you heard the door open.

“I’m home.” said the tall boy with dark hair tied back to reveal a dragon tattoo on the side of his head

Is this Ken?

You thought as the microwave beeped, making his eyes turn to you

You quickly shot your eyes to the microwave, hoping he didn’t notice your stare. He looked so familiar it was almost irritating how you couldn’t remember him. You took the hot cup out of the microwave, placing it down on the counter top, ignoring his presence as he walked over, placing down the plastic bag in his hand, noticing your frustrated face trying to figure out where the utensils are.

“Left of the sink are where they are.” he said sitting down on the stool across from you after looking at your face a bit

“Thank you.” you said smiling nervously turning around to grab a pair of chopsticks

“Are you new here?” he asked taking out a styrofoam box from the plastic bag, opening it to reveal a hot meal of meat and rice and vegetables

“Yeah..I was supposed to start today but I don’t have my pictures taken yet.” you said smiling turning back to mix your noodles

“Could you grab me a pair too?” he asked realizing he forgot to take a pair of chopsticks from the restaurant

“Sure-” you said turning back quickly to grab some for him, placing it in his hands as he gave you a soft smile making your eyes widen slightly.

“You look familiar..” you both said at the same time making both your eyebrows raise in shock then turn into a slight scoff from the both of you

“Glad we’re on the same page then.” he said taking a bite of his food as you did the same still standing

“You know you can sit down, don’t feel nervous.” he said looking up you slightly

“..yeah.” you said smiling, walking around and sitting next to him.

“So when’d you come?” he asked turning his head slightly to see your mouth filled with noodles making him smile a bit

“..I came by last night, really late with Remi and Rema.” you said after finishing your bite

“I see...I feel like I remember you from somewhere, can’t pinpoint it though.” he said looking back down at his food

“Same here, and you must be Ken though, right? When I first heard your name I swore the same thing but I just can’t remember..” you said before sipping some of the broth of your soup

“Yeah, but you can call me Draken and your name?” he asked getting up to grab a napkin from across the table

“Draken...sure! Oh right, my bad. It’s Y/n. Nice to meet you-” you said smiling holding your hand out for him to shake

He only completely shot up to look into your eyes with his wide ones. You gave him a confused look as you watched him get knocked out of his thoughts, bring his hand up to shake your hand before clearing his throat and walking back over to sit. Maybe you struck a nerve? Maybe had the same name as someone who hurt him in the past? You really didn’t know but it made you feel interested. He looked like he just had his life flash before his eyes or something.

“Are you okay?” you asked

“Uh yeah, I’m fine. My head just hurts a bit.” he said looking as if he was deep in thought

“Oh? I have some tylenol in my room.. You want one? Or I can make you a cold drink, you’re probably dehydrated?” you asked smiling a bit

Draken turned his head to look at you, his mouth was parted, and he just looked so..anxious? You couldn’t even tell, almost like congested because he wanted to say something.

Draken felt his heartbeat quicken when he heard your name. As soon as you said it, a random memory that was buried deep in the back of his mind hit him as he quickly re-lived it. But could it really be you? The Y/n he knew from so so so long ago? Around 10 years ago? There could be no way, he remembers the girl moving to a different city..the chances were so low that it could really be you already.

But the second you said those words.. Those words of offering to make something for him, or give him something, despite you thinking you only just met him...Made him know that it was really the Y/n he met when he was only a little boy...but how the hell did you turn up here? In a place and part of town like this? He was so confused and just wanted to ask you...but you still didn’t remember him.

“..No I’m alright, thanks..can I ask you somethin-” said Draken before being interrupted

“Y/n!! Come on, let's take your pictures!” yelled Remi coming out of her room waving as a man walked out too buttoning his shirt

“Sorry, just remember what you wanted to say and tell me later.” you said smiling and standing up and walking over to Remi

Draken watched you as you walked away. He saw Remi give you a hug, and the man that was walking out checked you out to which Draken gave him a pissed off look. Making the man smile nervously, wave, and leave.

Do you really wanna live your life like this, Y/n?

He thought to himself before packing up his trash and throwing it away

Remi took your pictures, telling you to do different poses etc, and you finally settled on one. You walked over to the front of the house to place your picture in its designated area above your name. You signed, stepping back to look at it, fixing your gaze to see Draken was walking over with his hands in his pocket, looking as he was going to leave. You saw him glance at the photo making you feel slightly embarrassed.

“Nice.” he said smiling but looking into your eyes in a way where it looked like he was concerned for you.

Just as you were about to thank him a man walked in and started looking at you making you feel nervous. The man requested you, and so you smiled at him pointing your hand to where the showers were, as you started to walk behind him, you turned your hand giving a thumbs up to Draken with a nervously flushed face, smiling, as he he brought his hand up giving you a thumbs up with soft and concerning eyes before opening the door and leaving. It made your smile fade slightly, you’ve seen that face before from him. But not from today.. And it was all you could think about during your work.

As you laid in your room, after work you couldn’t help but feel a little bit...stupid? You felt so unsatisfied, not because of your customers but because you just couldn’t remember. It felt like an itch you couldn’t scratch hard enough, and with every interaction you had with the boy almost felt like a tease, like the itch just became more itchy and your scratches just became more weak. Maybe if you spend more time with him, you’ll remember?

It had been about 4 weeks, 4 weeks of saving your money, and every 4 weeks the boss collected his fair share of the cut. It wasn’t a pretty 4 weeks, it was probably the worst 4 weeks of your life. But... you and Draken would often exchange stories about your lives late at night which you enjoyed a lot. It always makes you feel better. But yet again you still couldn't figure him out. You felt as though you’ve met him before, and as though you two have had these kinds of talks before.

Draken only grew more and more helpless, seeing how you still haven’t remembered. He was slowly watching your life crumble. He felt so angry that you settled and believed you deserved to live like this, barely scraping by. He felt so awful, and saw how you grew so tired of it all. He just so badly wanted you to remember him, so that he could once again talk to you like he did before.

You had one last customer before closing, going through your usual routine, this n that, the man offered you a drink. You stupid obliged drinking it, hoping it would make your time more enjoyable but you were wrong, so very wrong, and so very stupid for drinking that stupid drink. You remember some parts, you did your job, then it all went black.. You woke up after hearing knocking on your door. You jumped out of bed, confused. You remember seeing the man leave as you started to fall asleep but that's about it. Usually you never fall asleep after the work because you never do much, your mind started to panic. But the door opened revealing Remi smiling.

“Hey sleepy! Boss says it’s your turn, come on, get your cash!” she said smiling

“Right let me just..it’s in my drawer..I don't know why I fell asleep so fast I think alcohol makes me sleepy.” you said getting out of bed and kneeling in front of your drawer to get the envelope of cash you had been saving.

“Heh, same here. I never accepted drinks from clients..they never had good intentions with that!” she said coming over and sitting at your bed

“..yeah.” you said starting to feel that panic arise in your body when seeing the envelope was...gone.

“What's wrong?” asked Remi noticing you were frozen

“I- the money..It’s gone..he took it..” you said with wide eyes feeling as though you were about to sob realizing you had just lost thousands of yen.

“Don’t say that..it..it probably just got misplaced! Come on, I'll help you look!” said Remi getting up

You couldn't even respond because of the amount of panic you were in. Your heart was racing and you felt tears fall from your eyes. After about 15 minutes of looking, you two found nothing. Absolutely nothing. You sat on the floor with your hand over your mouth, again, trying to keep a level head.

What now..?

You thought to yourself feeling hot tears stream from your face.

“Hey..guys? Boss is calling for you Y/n..what’s going on?” asked Rema walking in seeing you covering your face, crying

“She was robbed by the guy who just left, he put something in her drink to knock her out while he looked around and took the money...she doesn’t have the money.” said Remi

Rema’s mouth parted in shock and pity.

How could you mess up something so easy? All you had to do was keep your money safe. But you even failed at that.

“You have to tell him, Y/n.” said Rema rubbing your back

“Yea..yeah, could you two just give me a second? I’ll be right out.” you said smiling while wiping your face

“Sure.” they said frowning and walking out

You fisted your hands, and grabbed your covers before screaming into them to muffle your sounds..

Okay..it was a couple of thousand yen...not too bad right? I can promise the money by tomorrow..I’ll pick up some sort of street job...yeah! That’s good. Everything is fine..it’s fine.

You thought to yourself before wiping your face on more time and slapping both sides of your cheeks to wake you up.

You got up and walked to the bosses door feeling the eyes of people on your back. You knocked on the door before opening it slowly, refusing to make eye contact as you went to stand in front of the man with your arms behind your back.

“Alrighttt, let’s see here, in the last four weeks you had a total of 37 customers, so you should have around 300,000 yen, correct?” he asked looking at his paper

“Yes.” you said still looking down

“Alright, just hand it to me so I can count and divide it, you can sit.” he said smiling holding his hand out

“I..I don-” you said before being interrupted by a knock

“Come in.” he said

“Hey sorry dad, Y/n left her money with me while she went out. Thought I should bring it to her. Remember, Y/n?” said Draken walking in with an envelop in his hand smiling as he came to stand next to you, as you nodded your head ‘yes’

“Oh, thank you Ken.” he said smiling and taking the envelop

Your mouth parted as you gave a confused look, Draken only smiled and gave you a thumbs up while his dad counted the money. You felt so guilty and shocked, and all you could do was just stand there, like an idiot.

“Here you are...120,000 back..” he said, patting the money on the table to make it flat, putting it back into the envelope and handing it to you

You hesitantly brought your hand to grab it, glancing over at Draken who gave you small smile

“Thank you-” you said to him seeing Draken was already opening the door to leave

You quickly followed after him as he walked into his room. Before entering his room he turned around and looked down at you

You felt your eyes soften as you felt as though you were about to cry again, you tilted your head and neck down biting the inside of your cheek to keep in your cry.

“I promise I’ll pay all of it back by tomorrow, all 300,000.” you said

“Do you ever give yourself a break?” he asked as you brought your head up to look at him seeing he looked almost irritated

“You didn’t even ask why I did it, you just immediately jumped to feeling guilty. And you don’t need to pay me back. Really.” he said bringing his hand to close to the door, but you stopped him by grabbing his wrist making his breath hitch

“Why?” you asked looking into his eyes

“You still don’t remember? Even after all this time we’ve spent together?” he asked smiling as you took your hand off his wrist

“Remember...?” you asked furrowing your eyebrows in confusion, but then it suddenly hit you

“I swear it wasn’t me! I didn't steal!” yelled a little boy with blonde hair as two cops stood in front of him

You tilted your head and walked closer, but still keeping your distance to hear. It was a winter day and you were on your way to the corner store to buy some snacks, but you were met with an interesting scene. You kept your hands in your pockets as you listened over to the boy screaming and pleading his innocence

“I wouldn’t steal something so stupid! What would a kid like me need a lighter for!! I don’t know how it ended up in my pocket! Lay off!” he yelled as the officer dangled the lighter in front of his face

A lighter?

“Keep it down! We know how troubled you kids are here! Especially with those tattoos!” yelled back the cop as the boy grew angry and fisted his hands, ready to punch the cop

“Hey!!!” he heard a voice yelled

“Hey wait a minute!” you yelled waving your hand smiling as you ran to the scene

“Can we help you?” asked one of the cops in a soft tone

The blonde boy grew quiet, and you saw his hands loosen as he looked at your smiling face

“Yeah, why are you two yelling at my brother?” you asked furrowing your brows at the two grown man

“...Your so-called brother stole a lighter from the corner store right behind you, where are your parents? We would like to have a word with them.” he said standing up straight

“Yeah, and talk about how they let their son tattoo himself already..” said one under his breath making the other laugh

You looked over at the boy growing angry, you gave him a smile..making him calm down.

“He said it was just an accident, I asked him to pick up a lighter from the store so that we could light a candle at our father’s grave! See!” you said digging into your bag to pull out a candle

“He probably felt pressured because I asked him to get it, so if you’re gonna get mad at someone, get mad at me!” you said as you started to fake cry

“It’s our father's death anniversary, and you're yelling at kids for making a mistake.” you faked cried

“Yeah!!” yelled the boy making you smile under your hands as the two officers became anxious, feeling bad for what they had just done.

“..we’re sorry. Please let us apologize.” they said slightly bowing at you two

“I don’t think we can accept it...you two also made fun of the dragon tattoo on his head!...dragons were our dads favorite animal. He risked his life fighting for Japan and you two are laughing at him! Is that how your mother taught you how to behave?” you asked pretending to wipe you tears as the blonde boy watched you in awe seeing you toy with grown men

“Please let us treat you both to whatever you’d like from the corner store as an apology!” they both said bowing lower making you smile and look back at the boy. You gave him a thumbs up as a smile grew on his face

“Fine..come on then?” you said as both the officers raised their heads, opening the doors of the corner store for you both

You and the blonde boy walked around the store, filling your baskets with all types of things. The blonde boy watched you in just pure awe as you walked around picking your favorite snacks, as he did the same, glancing at you every now and then.

“Here.” you said smiling at the cops

“Right!” they said frantically taking out their wallets as the boy placed down his stuff nervously, still watching you

“Oh and-” you said reaching your hand to grab the lighter from the officer and placing it into the bunch of snacks

You smiled, your hands were behind your back as you watched the officers pay for yours and the boys' food, placing them into bags for you guys too. You grabbed the lighter and your bag, as the boy did the same

“Mom told us to meet her at the cemetery steps, remember?” you said looking into the boys eyes

“..yeah, I remember.” he said smiling feeling his face become hot

“Let’s go then.” you said smiling and taking his hand as you two ran out of the store

After a bit you two stopped and sat on the curbside while you both chose a snack to eat.

“Here’s your lighter, you don’t have to stay with me by the way.” you said handing him the steel lighter

“..Thanks” he said

“Sure- what do you need it for anyway?” you asked smiling

“My boss asked for it.” he said putting it in his pocket

“Oh, are you in some type of delinquent group?” you asked looking at him

“Yeah..” he said smiling

“That's cool, what do you guys do?” you asked taking a sip of your drink

“We kinda just...like...do stupid stuff and fight..” he said

“Sounds fun, but...stupid.” you said laughing making him scoff

“Why’d you do it?” he asked

“Do what?” you asked back turning you gaze to him

“Come in to cover me. You could’ve gotten in a lot of trouble because of me.” he said with a frustrated face

“You’re right, I just wanted to, that's all.” you said smiling making his mouth part and cheeks redden

“You seem pretty fun too so I thought we could be friends or something..” you said nervously

“Yeah! Sure- We can be friends!” he said happily making you feel flustered

“Well then, it’s nice to meet you, my name is Y/n, yours?” you asked holding over your hand

“Ken, but you can call me Draken-” he said taking ahold of your hand gently as you gave him a closed eyed smile blushing

“where the hell did you find that candle and com up with that whole sob story Y/n?”

“Dunno, I saw the candle on the ground by a newspaper, I kinda just winged it- “

After that day you remember hanging out with Draken almost every other day. You remember him telling you how he and his close friends started their own gang and needed some sort of funding, and so you gave it to him, on his birthday.

“I saved up! You said that you and your friends needed some money to start off so that you guys could buy a flag or banner? Right? Well, here’s 30,000 yen for your birthday!” you said handing him an envelope and a small balloon.

“Are-are you serious right now Y/n?” he asked taking the gifts, opening the envelope to look inside to see the money as his eyes lit up

“Yeah, I babysit more kids now so I was able to put some aside for you.” you said smiling satisfied with his reaction

He didn’t even say anything, all he did was bring his arms around you upper body, hugging you tight making you laugh as you brought yours to hug him back

“Thank you- you’re the best! The guys will be so happy!” he said smiling while grasping your wrists in excitement. Your eyes traced over his face as they soften. You smiled.

“Likewise.”

And- after that, you remember the day you 2 separated as friends. You both sat on the curbside, you remembered you called him to come and see you. It was a winter night and the sun was going down.

“I uh..well I don’t really know how to say this without sounding cliche but-”

“What? Are you gonna confess that you’re madly in love with me or something?” he asked grinning, making you sweat drop

“Jeez be quiet...I’m trying to make this a memorable moment-” you signed smiling, placing your palms on the cold cement

“Alright let’s hear it then Y/n-!” he said bringing his hands to the back of his head as he laid down looking up at the stars

You only frowned slightly, you shifted your position so that you could sit beside him and have a good look at his face.

“You’re scaring me..” he said jokingly making you smile

“It was really fun the past year.” you said smiling as Draken shot his head up to look at you face to face

“The hell are you talking like that for?” he asked furrowing his brows

“My parents can’t afford living in any districts in Tokyo anymore, so we’re moving to another city… about 4 hours train ride from Tokyo so-” you said looking down at your hands on the floor

“So? You act like I won't be able to come and see you or you come and see me..” he said ducking his head a bit so that you could look at him

“Draken, train tickets are about 220 yen per person, I can't afford it, and if you came by to see me I'd feel guilty because you’d be wasting your money just to only see me for like an hour.” you said

“How can I be wasting my money on you? It’s not wasting if I wanna do it and see you, plus what makes you think it'll only be a couple hours?” he asked

“I’ll have to start working once we get there, so I wouldn’t have anytime...I wanna start saving so that one day I can come back to Tokyo and live here, so that I can see your dream come true of helping your friend create a ‘new era of delinquents’ you know? I’ll even help you guys if you want with financial stuff or something.” you said smiling at him

Draken bit the inside of his cheek. He wanted to tell you so bad how he felt but..

“Look, I have a feeling I know what you’re gonna say..just remember what you wanted to say and tell me later, okay?” you said placing your hand on top of his causing his eyes to widen

“...You’ll remember me, right?” he asked looking into your eyes deeply making your mouth part

“Yeah, I’ll remember you as long as you remember what you wanted to tell me. Cause I feel the same” you said smiling as a tear fell from your eyes

“good...I will.” he said smiling back and tilting his head and wiping it off your face

After the memories hit you, you stood there with wide eyes and tears, with your wrist covering your quivering mouth. You had completely suppressed your memories of Draken, and your feelings because you knew you wouldn't be able handle being apart from him for so long. And he did the same. You couldn’t imagine how unbearable it was for him to be waiting up like this. You looked up at him seeing his eyes were softly looking at you. You could do nothing but bring your arms around him hugging him, as he brought his arms around you to do the same. You were still such in shock.

“I never thought you’d end up in a place like this, living a life like this.” he said against your ear

“I don’t wanna see you like this, please let me take care of you like you did for me..” he said said tightening his grip slightly

You could only cry at his words, you didn’t even wanna try to speak because you knew it would only come out as a sob. Was it really alright for you to rely on someone so much?

He pulled back from the hug and looked at your face, seeing you were still crying as you nodded your head ‘yes’, he smiled and wiped them away with his thumb. The smile on his face...he looked so satisfied...and happy...happy that you finally remembered. Finally remembered him.

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revenger x reader #draken #draken x reader #fluff #angst #idk lmfao #toman #draken x y/n #tokyo rev

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alienaiver · 3 years

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Some Seijoh boys and their first kiss (with you); pt. 2!

PREV. with nekoma!

Oikawa, Iwaizumi and Matsukawa!

warnings: none

wordcount: 1,123

content: first kisses part two!, FLUFF, gender-neutral reader, pre-timeskip, high school

notes: the other one ended up really popular i think so im… here again hehe! This time with the aoba johsai boiiis!!! I didnt have as much time as I liked so theres only three boys this time :’( tho I think these are a tad longer than the previous one! I hope you enjoy <3

Iwaizumi Hajime

Iwaizumi and you had been dating for several months now, and he was still overwhelmed by the fact that you even liked him back. He had to admit that he really wanted to try and kiss you, since your lips always looked so soft and plush and he’d spent an ungodly amount of time thinking about it – way harder than any other guy would. Last week he had almost kissed you but panicked a few seconds before his lips met yours, raising a hand to your hair and coughing, “uh, there was a horn beetle in your hair, I just removed it…” he’d explained in the lamest way possible and you had looked at him with a puzzled look and said, “so you leaned down… with your eyes closed… to remove it? Also, Hajime, a horn beetle?” to which he ever so politely had replied “shut up” and turned to walk next to you again on the way home. You didn’t miss how brightly red his ears were burning however, having an inkling as to what it was your boyfriend had truly been trying to do. Today they had a practice match against Karasuno and you had promised to be there for support, always enjoying watching him on the field, with his big strong arms and determined look.

It had been a tough match, Karasuno fighting tooth and neck so when Aoba Johsai ended up winning, everyone was in a shocked kind of state, not really processing it yet but you and the rest of the team members on the sidelines noticed and ran towards them to congratulate them. Iwaizumi immediately spotted you after realizing what happened and picked you up and spun you around, to which you couldn’t help but squeal. As you look around you spot Oikawa giving you a thumbs up so you smile brightly and let your hand caress Iwaizumi’s cheeks before leaning down and giving him a kiss on the lips. Iwaizumi lets out a surprised grunt and almost drops you on the spot before gripping you tighter than before and kissing you back. In the background you heard whistling which in turn actually makes Iwaizumi drop you.

“Do you… uh, do you wanna go home together, after all this?” he looked at the ground with his beet-red face. You smiled and said, “Hajime, we had already planned to do that.”

Oikawa Tooru

Oikawa adored you, and he never wanted you to feel anything less than perfect so it was a given that after you two started going out, he started planning. On your one-month anniversary, he was going to take you on an absolutely amazing and thoroughly planned date and, if nothing had been done from your end of the court yet, he was going to end it with your first kiss. He picked you up at 9AM sharp and took you to the amusement park where even your park rides were minutely planned before you went to a fancy cafe to eat lunch. As you were about to go to the local art museum after lunch you tripped on some crooked sidewalk tiles and sprained your ankle, Oikawa insisted you go to the hospital to get it checked out and even went with you. As you sat in the waiting room, 2 hours into waiting for an available doctor, Oikawa sneaked an arm around your shoulders. “I’m sorry I ruined our date, Tooru,” you sighed but he just looked at you with the most lovable gaze you’d ever seen before leaning in and leaving a peck on your lips, “darling, nothing’s ruined. We’re still together, right?” before dramatically picking up a random magazine and reading aloud for you. He mostly did it to hide his own blush but hearing you laugh at his antics made it all the more worth it.

Today you were hanging out together with Hanamaki at his place, playing Mario Kart together, where both Matsukawa and Hanamaki had teased you endlessly about your bad driving skills, “aw, you got in as number 12. You got the highest number!” Hanamaki had laughed out as he patted your back. You were pouting so much, determined to win at least one round against them when Hanamaki called for a break and went out to grab some snacks for you. As you tried to explain to Matsukawa that it had to do with your controller, that the fault wasn’t yours, all the while pouting like a little child, Matsukawa smiled and asked, “how can I make it up to you? While your pouting face is adorable, I’d like to see you smile more,” an arm reaching out to pat your shoulder in a weird supportive kind of move. Matsukawa half expected you to say something like his part of the snacks, a soda tomorrow at the convenience store or to let you win, he looked at you quizzically when you looked away from him shyly and mumbled, “you could.. kiss me if you… you know, want to?”

Matsukawa Issei

Matsukawa wasn’t a guy used to romantic relationships. The only ones he ever truly noticed were his captain’s and romance didn’t really come easy to him and wasn’t necessarily a priority. Until you had transferred to his class and rocked his world. He had fallen head over heels for you from day one and if it hadn’t been for Hanamaki’s annoying (but helpful, he had to admit) meddling, he probably couldn’t call himself your boyfriend now. He always acted extremely nonchalant and chill around you – which he thought wasn’t too out of character for his laid back personality but even he had to admit it was getting ridiculous but he also thought his own excitement for your relationship would completely scare you off, no one liked an overly clingy partner, right? That’s what he rationalized. He had recently admitted to himself how badly he wanted to kiss you but at the same time he suppressed it, since your first hand-holding a few days ago had gone completely wrong. His hands had been so sweaty because he was nervous that he didn’t dare to grab your hand again, in case you would dump him for having sweaty hands – what he didn’t know was that half of that sweat? Was yours – you had been so incredibly nervous as well and sweated buckets too, he had just been too caught up in his own embarrassment to notice.

The cuteness you oozed right now almost gave him a heart attack and he almost got whiplash from how fast his upper body moved to give you a kiss, lingering a little bit longer and leaning in for a second kiss, “you have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.”

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x you #iwaizumi hajime x reader #oikawa tooru x reader #matsukawa issei x reader #iwaizumi hajime x you #oikawa tooru x you #matsukawa issei x you #hq x reader #hq x you #nohr.writing #these took me hell of a lot of time actually. lmfao but here they are!!!#im busy the entire weekend so ive been writing these all nightjskfs #matsukawas is def my fav. hes just such.. a gentle man i want him to hold me forever

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gludgenbell · 3 years

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Krill Study from your self-proclaimed Wildlife Researcher

We chose this bad boy to pick on today, since theres no more repellents in store and my friend had two left

I wanted to view how it reacted with the repellent and without

Also I did do prior research with the babies in wasteland but the ark krill was just convenient so I'll post the wasteland krills maybe tomorrow or so

Repellent let's you get insanely close, and only one friend needs to have them from what we found, as long as you're holding hands

When the repellent wore off I ventured in to collect data and see if this boy was simply glitchy

All krills have darkness(?) falling off them, though the ark krill does not have the grey specks on him

I can only assume this is from sky color or things such as the constant clouds... but I dont know

I'll bring up a side by side with the ark krill and wasteland krills in my next post

I've heard about this cooldown for the krills charge thing but frankly I've never really seen it

I dont usually get hit by krills and when I do it's usually intentional so I havent payed attention to what happens after they attack

I do have more pictures but unfortunately the limit is 10

So maybe 2 or 3 more reblogs will be made for the sake of my pride

My friend did sacrifice herself while I studied how the krill reacted

Not new information but; when a krill spots you it does stiffen and straighten at least a fifth of its body

This varies depending on what pose it was originally in and where you are but I found that neat!!

Other information I wanted to uncover was exactly how many limbs does a krill have? How many spikes are on it's back? And things such as

Those specific questions will take me some time to compare and contrast pictures, since there isnt much variety in krill appearance that should make things easier

Though I do like to think the last eden krill is bigger than the others they're all probably one standard size and I'm not sure if I'll be able to actually confirm that

On another note because krills are simply black masses it just makes counting limbs a challenge, but I'm not really complaining

I quite like krills! Any information anyone has is information welcome, since I know a lot of people do already have information on krills and my krill study barely has anything new

But I really like krills and I'll take any excuse I can to learn more about them

#sky cotl #sky: children of the light #krill study #sky krills #dark dragon #We called the ark krill Gladys

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turnaboutyandere · 3 years

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Ok so Japanese culture two electric boogaloo.

In japan a girl gives all the people they know chocolate on valentine's day. Theres a catch tho. Only crushes partners and spouses get handmade chocolate

So yeah ace attorney characters when you handmake their valentine's gift:

Phoenix: drops what he was holding no matter what it is: coffee cup, paperwork, his wallet, his lunch. The only thing he wouldn't drop in that situation is his daughter. Hes far from the lovesick fool he use to be with dahlia but he is annoyingly cheerful and apollo athena and maya have noticed

Miles: had done research prior about y/ns culture as he hadn't lived in japan for a long time/at all/whatever capcom's decided now. Was sweating on if he should give y/n something back and also expecting store bought. When he sees the chocolate hand made he calmly smiles gets up and hugs them. Shocking everyone around him in the process.

Franziska: will take anything you gift her today as a subtle flirtation. Has done a little research on japan and valentine's day though so when she sees the handmade candy she is really happy tho just like her she doesn't let it show. At least until she reaches under the table and pulls out handmade chocolate of her own.

Diego: do yourself a favor and store buy. Tell him you like him but you understand that he only accepts food in closed packages. That you respect his boundaries. Trust me he will appreciate it. Confesses then and there

Dahlia: she wont exactly eat it store bought or handmade cause of poison and calories. Also will not reciprocate. Does take a picture for her Instagram.

Iris: I honestly think it's against her eating restrictions. Get her a plushy instead tho she will almost certainly give it to a needy child. She will still think your sweet tho

Klavier: didnt research. Was irritated when y/n gifted candy to everyone. Did notice his gift was different then everyone elses. Asks either franziska or miles about it in german. While y/n is still in the room. After he understands right when y/ns about to leave he tackle hugs them. It takes a hour to convince him to let go.

Mia: pretty lady is shocked. Has NEVER gotten a gift on valentine's from a girl before. Feels guilty cause babe doesnt have a present to give back. Reassure her please. Relieved that y/ns into girls. Takes y/n to dinner to reciprocate. Almost doesnt want to eat it cause it's a symbol of love.

Gumshoe: thrilled, completely and absolutely thrilled. Runs around showing people like phoenix shows people his badge.

These are all beautiful (also Gumshoe’s lmao) so of course I’d like to add the rest of the characters:

Damon: Wasn’t expecting anything but is pleasantly surprised by your gift, especially since it’s homemade. He’s not too happy that everyone else got a gift from you as well, but he puts up with it; it is your culture after all. He probably wouldn’t know about White Day, though, so he’ll just reciprocate your gift that day. Surprisingly, he’s actually pretty good at making sweets.

Shelly: Very, very happy that you got him something, even though chocolate isn’t really his thing. He’s also not the best at making it either, so expect to be treated to a nice dinner that day as a way to make up for it. He’ll also give you something on White Day, too. Though the chocolate you receive is store bought, it’s very high quality, as he wants you to have nothing but the best.

Matt: Hesitant to eat it unless it’s store bought and even then, he won’t be eating much. He’s an actor, after all and he wants to stay in good shape. He will reciprocate, though, but he’s too impatient to wait until White Day. Expect to get chocolates, flowers, a teddy bear, etc. that evening. He goes overboard with his gifting, mostly because he wants you to feel like you have to stay with him since he’s done so much for you.

Kristoph: Actually was expecting to get something from you but is surprised that it’s homemade. He’ll graciously accept it, though, despite the fact that he’s not really a fan of sugar. Being who he is, he’ll likely try to one-up your gift when White Day comes around. However, since he’s not good at making sweets, he likely orders chocolate from Germany and gives you that.

Wocky: Listen, listen, listen - this boy will cry and hug you like there’s no tomorrow. He’s never gotten something for Valentine’s Day before, so he’s both surprised and emotional when you hand him his gift. He’ll excitedly tell his parents about it afterwards, and they’ll help him find a good recipe for sweets that he can make you.

Ray: A hopeless romantic through and through, so of course he’d planned to surprise you with something on Valentine’s Day, like a nice date or a thoughtful gift. The one who ended up being surprised was him, though, since he was not at all expecting to get homemade chocolate from you. He’s very happy and even a little emotional, tearing up a bit at your small symbol of love. He doesn’t wait until White Day to reciprocate, though, as he wants to show you his love for you every single day.

Sebastian: Has never gotten something for Valentine’s day before, so he’s very emotional when you give him chocolate, regardless of whether it’s homemade or store bought. He probably got something for you as well, but he feels it pales in comparison to your gift. He’ll try to make up for it on White Day, though, and do his best to make you something that’s at least edible.

Simon K: Immediately gets jealous when he sees you giving candy to others, despite the fact that he doesn’t like sweets himself. But when you give homemade chocolate to him (and explain the meaning behind it) he’ll feel conflicted. He’s never felt loved before, so your gift has caused a lot of emotional conflict within him. Still, he’ll make sure to give you something back on White Day, even though he’s not the best at making sweets.

Katherine: Going to give you homemade chocolate of her own since she kinda does that already. Even if your sweets aren’t the best, she’ll gladly eat them and even offer you advice if you want it. When it comes to her gift, she goes all out, pouring her heart and soul into each and every piece of chocolate she makes for you. She’s also very careful not to let them become misshapen like her usual chocolates are.

Bobby: So happy that he’ll nearly burst into tears (who am I kidding? He will burst into tears). He promises to return your gift on White Day (after Blackquill, who was very annoyed, explains it to him) but he ends up giving it to you a week earlier due to his impatience. Also, the entire precinct will hear about your gift because he refuses to shut up about what an amazing partner you are.

Simon B: Becomes very red but tries to play it off like it’s nothing. In reality, he’s just surprised by your gift, especially since it’s homemade. He’s very grateful though, and it helps to ease his worries about the relationship. When White Day rolls around, he’ll give you homemade sweets in return. They’re not exactly pretty and are quite misshapen, but it’s clear that he put a lot of work into making them.

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- Mod Dollie

#letters to the mod

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writer1 · 3 years

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A 501st Christmas

Chapter 4

You shiver as you walk through the base, the others are getting hot chocolate ready. Rex told you to go get changed, and you agreed.

You get to your room and change into some loose, dry clothes but you're still freezing. you must have caught a chill while outside, you walk back to the mess hall, keeping your arms crossed to try to get warm.

You arrive back in the mess hall and walk over to sit beside Rex, he hands you a hot chocolate. Wrapping an arm around you and pulling you against his side.

You smile, leaning against him and drinking your hot chocolate. You sigh when you realize that you still have to go out and pick some thing's up for Christmas, all you want to do right now is relax.

You all enjoy each other's company for about three hours until everyone leaves to do their own things. Obi Wan takes Gida back to the temple for some training and Anakin goes with them, the rest of the troopers go on their way to hang out with brothers.

Leaving you and Rex heading to your room to get ready to leave, you have plans to grab a few more decorations for the tree. It only has your star on it and the lights so far, you plan to buy the bulbs for your craft and have the troopers do it tomorrow while you're out with Padme buying presents. She's thankfully letting you store them in her apartment, so's Obi Wan.

You get to your room and grab your spare jacket, your usual one is still soaked. You turn and see Rex sitting on your bed, concentrating to transform back to human, you walk over and pet the fur on his arm softly.

It usually helps him transform, after a few seconds Rex starts to shrink down and his fur, claws and fangs recede until he's fully human. He stands up and kisses your forehead.

"Thanks, Cyare. I don't know what I'd do without you." You smile and give him a soft kiss on the lips, you're glad that he's at least getting closer to learning how to transform by himself.

"You don't have to thank me, I don't mind." He nods and walks over to his civies to get changed. Once he's got his coat on and everything he grabs the scarf that Gida got him and folds it up, setting it with his other clothes for when he transforms. You walk over, grabbing his hand and pulling him out of the room.

Once you get out of the base you head back to that little store to buy more decorations, you walk in and immediately start picking out more Garland and candy canes, you make sure to get some fruit flavored ones this time.

You grab some more lights and a whole box of multi colored bulbs, you smile once you have everything you need. You and Rex pay for everything and leave the store, arms filled with bags.

You both head back to the base, setting the bags close to the tree and heading to the mess hall to cook some food. You have decided to make a batch of your spaghetti, the boys usually go crazy for it, including Rex.

"Rex, you cut up some vegetables while I start cutting up the bantha burger." Rex nods, grabbing some peppers and a knife as you put the bantha burger in the frying pan.

You use a spatula to stir it up as Rex continue to cut up the green peppers into tiny pieces, putting them into piles. He starts on some red Pepper next, as you toss the first peppers into the bantha burger. You love cooking, you find it fun and theres so many different recipes you can try.

Rex finishes the peppers and you throw them in as he starts with the last vegetable, an onion. You grab the canned spaghetti sauce out of the cupboard, you always buy the same kind and add your own spices and stuff into it.

You pour it into the mixture of meat and vegetables, grabbing a container of cottage cheese from the fridge and dumping it into the sauce. You look over to see poor Rex tearing up from the onions, you chuckle at him and he glares at you.

He walks over and throws the onions into the sauce, and you put the spaghetti noodles on. Once they're finished you mix it up and bring it out to the mess hall, you made enough for everyone who wants some. You and Rex both grab a bowl and sit beside Fives, Cody, Jesse, Tup and Dogma.

"Thanks, y/n. You didn't have to cook for us." Fives tells you, and you smile as everyone nods.

"Thanks, but you should also be thanking Rex. He helped." Rex smiles at you.

"Thanks Rex." Cody tells him, making Rex smile. All his brothers thank you both as they eat, you eat your spaghetti, it tastes so much better than the gross stuff they serve here. You all finish up eating and you head to your room with Rex, once you get there Rex pulls you into a hug.

"I had fun today Cyare. Thank you." He tells you, kissing your lips. You kiss him back, once you're done you push your forehead against his.

"I had fun too." You tell him, you had lots of fun today. Rex looks at you nervously.

"I... I actually find I don't mind being a Werewolf, it's not so bad as long as I have you." Rex tells you, he doesn't love being a Werewolf, he's really rather be like he was before. But it's not that bad now that he's getting used to it.

"That's good, Rex. I'm glad that you don't hate being one anymore." You kiss his lips softly, it means that he's improving.

You both go to bed shortly after, you cuddled up to Rex's bare chest. His arms are wrapped tightly around you, his chin sitting against the top of your head. He's so protective for you, even when he's asleep.

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This little thing was inspired by the song Lollipop by Mika and a geico commercial so theres that but it was fun to write.

•Candy For The Soul•

"You wouldn't believe it granny, my neighbor moved and they left me a casserole." Kirishima Eijirou whined from where he sat on top of a rental washing machine.

The little laundromat run by a little old woman with a big heart and healing kisses was only a block away from the run down apartment the red head had come to call home. His neighbor, a single mom with 3 kids had taken it upon herself to make sure Kirishima was taking care of himself so far away from his own family. But now she was gone and his already empty pockets screamed in agony.

"I don't know what I'm going to do once I eat it all. Fat says I can't pick up anymore shifts at the grocer this month." Kirishima was loud, his feet clanking against the machine, "Can I have a sweet?"

The woman smiled and laughed softly but nodded nonetheless. Across from the washers a small glass bowl full of lollipops taunted the boisterous man.

"You could clean out the machines for me, I'd spare you some change for the effort." The old woman laughed.

"Nah, I'll clean em free of charge Granny, I'm happy to help." Kirishima said quickly, "I'm just complaining is all."

"Well, of you insist, then take another Lollipop before you go today."

Kirishima flashed a smile too big for his face and reclaimed his spot perched on the washing machine. His clothes dancing in cold water to keep them sturdy longer. His long red hair had begun to fade, some parts nearly orange from where the sun had left bruising kisses and a white headband hid black roots that had started to show. He had contemplated just cutting it and starting over, but the thought made him uneasy.

"I would granny, but my momma said, too much candy will rot your soul." Kirishima hummed, still only one sweet grasped in his worn hands.

"Your Momma sounds like a smart woman." The little old woman nodded, her worn book firmly closed in order to give her full attention.

"Ah yeah, she was." That was always the end of that conversation, his words would die off and soon the first dryer would beep. The woman would lift her book and he would pair his patterned socks, stuck in his own head.

"Well thanks again Granny." Kirishima finally would hum and he'd grab his too full basket of clothes and strike back out into the night, neon signs scaring away the darkness and the stars alike.

"Here." Eijirou offered a gentle smile as he tossed a few spare coins into a man's hat, "I'm sorry I don't have more this time dude."

"Thank you Kirishima." The man whispered, tears welling up in golden eyes.

Kaminari Denki, a failed musician who Kirishima had grown fond of. They talked everytime Kirishima passed him and offered what he could, be it coins or the already threadbare jacket that hung from his broad shoulders.

"The offer still stands Kami, the couch is small but all yours if you want it."

"No. I can't do that, but thank you."

"I'll ask again tomorrow."

"I know."

Kirishima first asked a year ago in the dead of winter. The electric blond already swallowed up Kirishima's best coat and gloves. The hat his Momma knitted nestled on the blond's head. Even then it was a no. Kaminari like so many others moved to the city for freedom. Kirishima would be lying if he said he didn't understand why the blond rejected the offer. Freedom was addicting, even if it wasn't ideal, Kaminari had taken the reins of his life and was reluctant to let go.

Kirishima was just as greedy. He lived in an old studio apartment barely furnished with a hole in the corner that gave a view at the downstairs hallway. His worn twin sized mattress on the floor in the opposite corner and a couch in front of an empty entertainment center. His fridge was nearly empty and the apartment burned with the smell of a constantly working coffee maker. Though Kirishima supposed the smell was better than rotting wood and dirty socks that always seemed to pile up.

A single picture of his family hung crooked on the wall and letters he always meant to open had piled up on one end of the couch. Kirishima was no different then most people in the city. He wanted control, a chance at their he couldn't have at home. With freshly dyed hair and a bag carrying his most worldly possessions, a wad of cash shoved in his pockets he caught a train out of his home town at 3 am on a Tuesday morning. He stuck a job at a local grocer, owned by a retired fireman, a hero in his own right. Now he was Kirishima's hero, helping him keep the shabby apartment over his head. Kirishima sighed as he dug for his keys. When he withdrew his hand, a still wrapped lollipop stared back up at him. He laughed, and despite himself he popped it in his mouth. A tune in his mind as he danced into his home a little extra pep in his step. Maybe it wasn't perfect but what he had was completely his.

\/\/\/

Like clockwork a week slugged by and Kirishima once again found himself in the too warm laundromat. The door swung open too fast and banged against the wall, his basket too full to see over and a bag full of his bedding on his shoulder.

"Sorry Granny." Kirishima laughed.

Normally at this time, when sun had only just begun its descent the laundromat was empty. But when the door swung open another set of eyes zeroed on to him. Crimsion just like his own. He had glasses pushed up into wild blond hair and a book in his hands. Kirishima's ears picked up the sound of running machines and the soft laughter of the laundromat owner.

"Oh, sorry to you too." Kirishima mumbled sheepishly dropping his things in front of a washer.

"If you're going to fucking talk to me speak up shitty hair." The blond snapped angrily.

The insult cut too deep for a remark from a stranger.

"I uh, was just sayin sorry." Kirishima tried again and the blond let out a content huff returning to his book.

"I've never seen you around." Kirishima hummed, throwing his sheets in with a cheap pod of soap.

"Cause I normally wouldn't waste my fucking time in a place like this. But my shitty washer," the blond hesitated before mumbling, "blew up."

"No way man, how does that even happen?" Kirishima laughed loudly, filling another machine with his clothes.

"Fuck if I know, but half my house is being rebuilt so here I am shithead."

Kirishima's laugh came out in bubbled snorts as he tried not to fully laugh at the other. Snagging a lollipop from the little dish he swung himself up onto the last machine he'd filled.

"Oi, don't fucking sit on them." Bakugo scolded.

"Nah, it's okay, right Granny?" Kirishima asked, wide eyes turned on the old woman.

"Of course deary."

Kirishima smirked triumphantly despite himself, sticking a blue dyed tongue at the new comer.

"Bastard how dare you." Bakugo snarled, tensing as if he was going to stand and fight.

"I'm just playin, Granny let's adults have lollipops too not just kids, want one?"

"Bastard, no I don't want a fucking lollipop."

Kirishima laughed loudly, his eyes pinching together and his tanned skin flushing a soft pink.

"You're a riot man. So what do you do?"

"Like I would tell you." Bakugo had pulled his glasses down to get a better look at the man before him.

The red head who looked too cheerful to be sitting on top of a washer in a cramped humid room, eating candy from a lead bowl too old to be causally used.

"Well I'm a grocery clerk at Fat's corner shop." Kirishima supplied easily.

"I actually didn't fucking ask." Bakugo tapped his book angrily against his knee, his nimble pointer finger still wedged firmly between pages.

"I know, but your washer still isn't done and the dryers will take at least an hour so I figure we've got time to kill man, and from the sound of it I'll see you around here until your washroom is fixed. So why not get to know one another." Kirishima kicked his feet like a child.

"I'm a fucking lab technician at the hospital."

"Oh man that's so cool, I dropped out of college to be an actor, it's why I'm here."

"And how'd that go?" The words were heavy, like he wanted to be rude but was worried it was too far.

"Not great, but you know, these things have slow periods." Kirishima reasoned, his words starting to dry up in his mouth like it did when something was too hard to think about. Like his momma.

Bakugo made no effort to fill the silence and he pushed his glasses back into his hair, his book falling open in his lap. Granny was in a similar state, leaning back in her old wicker chair the same old book in hand. Kirishima stopped kicking his feet. The candy in his mouth suddenly sour and tart, maybe it was his soul asking for a break.

\/\/\/\

It was only 3 days when Kirishima saw Bakugo again. This time the explosive blond strolled into Fat's corner store still in pale grey scrubs.

"Huh? You again, you've never worked this shift before." Bakugo snarled, slamming a premade sandwich on the counter.

"Yep! I picked up a few extras this week. Are you on lunch?" Kirishima hummed, "Bag?"

"Of course I'm on lunch shitty hair and no I dont want a fucking bag."

Again Kirishima felt disappointment swirl in his gut, "Hey, my hairs not shitty."

"Whatever," Bakugo squinted at his shirt, "/Kirishima/."

Eijirou flushed with colour, recalling they had never properly introduced. He'd picked up on so many other things, like the pink fabric softener tucked in his laundry bag, but Bakugo's brash attitude had taken up so much space in Kirishima's mind that he'd simply forgotten formalities.

"Right! Eijirou Kirishima nice to actually meet you." Kirishima trailed off hopefully extending a hand.

Bakugo swatted it away with a scoff but indulged the redhead anyway, "Katsuki Bakugo."

He was rude and angry but he was sticky in Kirishima's mind like a sun melted candy.

"Well come again soon Bakugo!" Kirishima chimed handing him his receipt and change, already moving on to the electrifying man who stood awkwardly in line.

"Hey Bro what's up?" Kirishima smiled even wider.

"Hey Kiri, when's your break?" Kaminari was messing with the ends of his startlingly yellow hair.

"Ah, 40 minutes, wanna meet outside?" Kirishima said, glancing at the clock beside his register that had a habit of ticking too loud.

"Yeah, thanks Kiri."

"Anything for a bro."

Kirishima's break came fast and he spent his loose cash on lunch for Kaminari. Waving him off when he had nothing to munch on alongside him.

"So what's up?"

"I don't want to sleep on your couch." Kaminari said firmly, his eyes alight with a fire Kirishima hadn't seen in a while.

"Alright?" Kirishima laughed curiously.

"But I need to borrow your address. I'm applying to work at the record shop, but I have to have proof of address." Kaminari's eyes were closed and fists balled at his side as if it hurt him to ask.

He'd been on his own for a while. Cold nights and dirty glares had tore him down but he'd come back again and again. His pride keeping him right where he was. Kirishima was pleased to see him changing direction even if only a little.

"Course." Kirishima smiled, "You know my neighbor moved out, so maybe if this works out, we could be neighbors."

"I'd like that."

Kaminari left before Kirishima's break came to an end, he'd left the soda untouched and slid close to Kirishima's leg on the bench the rested on. Eijirou gulped it down quickly before slipping back into the cool corner store. It was quite, though he assumed it always was at this time, Fat almost never needed someone else to work this shift, but Kirishima was persistent. In the silence of the slow period Kirishima's mind wondered to the blond lab technician and his lashing tongue, it drifted until he was standing in front of cheap boxes of dye. The black box loomed over him. Maybe it was spite against the world, the blond, or just his own mind.

But he latched onto the crimsion riot red and meandered back to his register. Freedom was addictive like candy on a holiday night, you always took too much but your heart always whispered that it didn't matter if you were happy.

/\/\/\/\

Kirishima's hair was down, framing his angular face for the first time in a while. Its colour once again a striking red that highlighted his eyes and natural flush. He entered the laundromat with only one basket, full of mindless copies of his work uniform.

"Deary, have been over working again?" Chiyo scolded making her way to Kirishima's side, looking at the colourful pinstriped shirts and black pants.

"Rent is due at the end of the week."

He was clearly tired, his movements slower and a yawn playing across his face more often then not.

"Well, make sure you're taking care of yourself. Have a lollipop."

"Thanks Granny, I will." Kirishima's bubbly laughter filled the humid room and Chiyo smiled softly.

A bubble gum sweet was popped in his mouth before he swung up onto the washer and flipped through a borrowed magazine.

"Oh so you can read. Maybe you're not as big an idiot as I thought." The blond gruff voice wrapped around Kirishima's mind. He was dressed in baggy black joggers and a childish shirt brandishing a skull. His glasses sat firmly on his nose and a permanent scowl pulled roughly at the edges of his face.

"Of course I can read." Kirishima defended quickly, "What's up dude?"

"I'm not your dude." Bakugo grumbled, slamming a washer full of scrubs shut.

"Come on man, don't be like that." Kirishima laughed out.

The sticky feeling that came with Bakugo was back, Kirishima giddily kicking his feet as he drew words from the blond.

"Woah 3 whole washers this time." Kirishima whistled after it became apparent Bakugo had nothing else to say, "Its only been a week man."

"You had 4 going last week, so shut up asshole." Bakugo snapped, dragging himself to sit on a washer across from Kirishima. The book from before left in his bag nestled next to the pink fabric softener and the dye washing pods. Kirishima found himself grinning wider, unable to contain the child like wonder of making a new friend.

"Why do you always do your laundry here anyway, doesn't that add up?" Bakugo grumbled ignorantly.

"My apartment building doesn't have a working laundromat anymore." Kirishima scoffed, "And Granny here really saved me, being only a few minutes away."

"Oh." Bakugo mused.

"How long do you think you'll be coming round Ba-ku-bro."

"Say that again and I'll punch you." Bakugo kicked out, his outstretched leg nearly long enough to reach across the cramped isle. Kirishima laughed childishly, kicking out his own leg to meet Bakugo in the middle. Kirishima's laughter was infectious, spreading to Bakugo like ants on a picnic blanket, his own snort filled laughter joining the other. There they were full grown men sitting on borrowed washers playing footsie. They kept up the playful banter while the washers rumbled. Bakugo's clothes frothing with hot water and coloured suds. Kirishima's finished first, the cold cycle much shorter, but Bakugo followed him over the wall of dryers anyway.

"Are those ducks?" Bakugo mused, pulling out a wet sock before Kirishima could shut the dryer door.

"Yeah, I think they're manly." Kirishima snatched back the sock, throwing in a wool ball he'd bought a while back to cut down on dryer sheet costs. It did okay. His clothes occasionally would crackle with static and if he didn't pick up his feet when he walked the metal door bar to leave the laundromat would shock him. But it was cheaper in the long run.

"Kiri dear?" The old woman called, "It's snowing."

She was right, fat snowflakes where dancing from the sky. It was early for a snow that would stick, but it meant it was cold and Kirishima had to walk home. They were breath taking in their slow descent.

"Shit" Kirishima whispered beneath his breath, "My stuffs still wet."

"The roads won't be slick, it's been too warm." Bakugo supplied, finally moving over his own clothes.

"I walk here." Kirishima whined, looking outside and then back at his clothes. He'd already handed his winter coat over to Kaminari the other day when the temperature had taken an odd turn but it hadn't snowed then. He'd be sure to slip him his gloves the next time he had a chance.

"This was so pointless, the snow will just get everything wet and I'll have to wash it all again." Kirishima bumped his head against the dryer wall in frustration.

"I'll drive you home shithead, you said it's only a few minutes from here. No reason to cry over dirty duck socks"

Kirishima's cheeks heated at the offer. Embarrassment over his apartment and a fluttering in his stomach, waring in his heart.

"You don't have to."

"Well unless you want to catch a cold for some ungodly reason, I'm going to."

"Okay." Kirishima relented, unsure of really what else he could do.

The blond for the first time since they'd met, cracked a smile. It wasn't like the open mouth cackling from their laughter. This was a stretching sinful smile that crinkled his eyes and pulled at his lips. It wasn't sticky and sweet like Kirishima's own, but seeing it felt like getting away with stealing a cookie from the cookie jar while your mom was busy. Something you weren't supposed to have but when you did it felt like fire in your veins, you smiled until your cheeks hurt.

And so that's what Kirishima did.

Their playful banter returned. They'd slid up on the washing machines closet to the dryers, their shoulders nearly touching. Bakugo was still unnecessarily gruff, but Kirishima took it in stride, shoving back with just as much force. When Kirishima's dryer let out a piercing buzz he dumped everything onto the top of the washer he previously sat on. Clumsy hands making sloppy folds.

"You suck at that." Bakugo remarked.

His own hands making quick work of his freshly dried clothes.

"Hey! I do just fine!" Kirishima barked back swatting at Bakugo's arm.

"Sure you are shit head." Bakugo was laughing again.

Head thrown back and muscles relaxed. Mean but oh so sweet in Kirishima's soul. Maybe this is what his momma meant.

He didn't have much time to think about it. Bakugo had already finished his tasks and was neatly nestling everything back into his laundry basket, his bag thrown on top. Kirishima was quick to follow.

"Just put your basket in the back." Bakugo was headed towards the door.

"Bye Granny, thanks for everything!" Kirishima hummed before scampering after.

It wasn't until he was buckled into the passenger seat of Bakugo's expensive car that the embarrassment came back. He had half a mind to just run home in the snow. But running away wasn't manly.

"Alright then, what complex is it?"

Kirishima mumbled under his breath, the embarrassment catching up.

"I can't hear you Kirishima, try again." Bakugo snapped, a fist slamming into the red heads arm a little too hard.

"It's just past that gas station and then a left." Kirishima said louder this time, his cheeks flushed.

"It's nothing to get so worked up about." Bakugo snapped, "It's just an apartment."

Kirishima felt the words die in his mouth and the sticky sweet feeling of being so close to Bakugo turn sour in his mouth. It was clear Bakugo didn't know how to ease the tension and the car fell silent save for the low echo of his radio.

"I didn't mean to upset you or whatever." Bakugo grumbled after a while his fingers tight against the steering wheel and his jaw clenched. His car jerked as he pulled between two yellow lines, "I'm not a very personable person Kirishima, but I uh, didn't mean it."

The way he danced around an apology Kirishima wasn't expecting would be charming if he wasn't so caught up in his own head.

"Nah man, you didn't do anything, just isn't the greatest of places, guess I'm embarrassed. Thanks for the ride, I really appreciate it."

"Anytime shithead." Bakugo grumbled, "Do you, uh, do you work that same shift this week?"

"No, just the night shift this week."

"Do you," Bakugo's relaxed face hardened and he shook his head stiffly, "Never mind. Get out, I'll see you later."

The words were final and heavy. Kirishima's mind buzzed with what he could've wanted but relented and exited the vehicle.

"See ya."

/\/\/\

The next week, they didn't meet up. Kirishima was working too hard on all the wrong shifts and by the time sunday rolled around he couldn't drag himself down to the laundromat and the sticky sweet blond. But it didn't stop the blond from needing clean clothes. He sat on top his running washer for a moment. His eyes drawn to the door, waiting for the redhead.

"If he isn't already here. Then he's not coming, probably passed out from working too much." Chiyo hummed from her wicker chair.

"What's his deal anyway?" Bakugo grumbled, "He could easily land a job that pays better than that corner store. Even without a degree."

"Eijirou is," Chiyo sighed, "He's scared to chase his dreams. Afraid of ending up like the blond man he gives all his spare change and winter clothes to. And above else, he's scared of hurting Fat's opinion of him."

"That's stupid."

Chiyo laughed, it was a soft sound that she muffled with her wrinkled hand.

"I'll be back." He grumbled, jumping off the washer with a thud and snatching a few lollipops, shoving them deep into his coat pockets.

He stalked out into the brisk night, a frown on his face, and his nose red from the wind. Already his bones ached from deciding to walk in the cold.

"Fuck." He swore, "I don't know his fucking room number. /Damn it/."

Shifting his weight awkwardly he did the only thing he could think of. He tossed one of the sweets in his pocket at the only room with its lights on.

"Shithead, is that your window?" He yelled already regretting even acknowledging the old hag at the laundromat.

But the regret that had begun to pull at his pride vanished when a sleepy head of red poked out the window.

"Bakugo?" Kirishima called down his voice thick with sleep and curiosity.

"I'm coming up. Open your door."

Bakugo climbed to the second story and waited in the hallway for a door to open. When it finally did he shoved past a weekly protesting Kirishima easily.

"Where is your laundry." It was brash and lacked the air of a question.

"What?" Kirishima laughed curiously, pulling his red hair up into a pile on his head.

"The old hag said you're over doing it, but that doesn't excuse dirty fucking clothes so hand it over, I'll wash them for you." Bakugo was gathering dirty socks in his arms.

"Wait wait wait, what's going on."

"Its sunday, you always wash your clothes at this time."

"But why are you here."

"You're an idiot."

Kirishima's sleep riddled mind supplied only childish laughter. He clutched his stomach and folded over, his shoulders shaking.

"Oh my god Baku." He wheezed, "You're so weird."

"Hey you asshole I'm trying to be nice." Bakugo was withdrawing into himself, embarrassed.vIt was a cold feeling and he never knew how to handle it. It set an ache in his bones and a strain on his lungs.

"Thank you." Kirishima said suddenly, "Thank you for checking in on me. I didn't realize I'd fallen asleep. Let's go together, okay?"

"Whatever." It was gruff but the blond set to work collecting clothes and throwing them in the offered basket.

"You're bad for my health dude."

"Asshole, what the hell does that mean."

It meant that Katsuki had startled a dying flame in his soul. Just when he felt the reins of freedom becoming too heavy, Bakugo had made him want to feel their tug again. He was remembering why he came to the city of his dreams in the first place.

Chiyo only smiled when the two came stumbling back into her humble laundromat. Katsuki's cheeks were flushed, but he'd swear on his grave it was because of the cold outside.

"I've got an audition for tomorrow." Kirishima said after their conversation had begun to slow.

It had been eating at him all week, the only thing keeping him sane was his endless shifts at the corner store.

"How do you think it'll go dear?" Chiyo chimed, her old eyes alight with curiosity, and Bakugo had stopped to stare expectantly.

"Well you know, trying to keep my expectations low so I'm not too disappointed when they tell me no." Kirishima shrugged his shoulders dejectedly.

"Shut up idiot, you're here in this awful city aren't you, means you at least got a chance."

Bakugo was like a cinnamon disk Kirishima decided. Wrapped up in a loud wrapper and the sugar hidden beneath so much spice. But it was there, sticky and melting out under the heat of the sun. He laughed to himself, at the thought of being Bakugo's sun. Melting away the spice leaving only syrupy red.

"What are you laughing about idiot." Bakugo dealt with his embarrassment by lashing out, his fist colliding a little too hard with Kirishima's shoulder.

"Nothing, nothing." Kirishima laughed melodically, "But I'll be sure to keep you both posted on how it goes."

\/\/\/

Maybe he slept through his alarm and missed the train. Maybe he skipped work and cried on his couch. Maybe he showed up at the record shop still in his pajamas looking for a familiar face. Kaminari bopped behind the counter happily to the music playing overhead. His golden eyes wide and alight with life, when they settled on Kirishima they offered warmth and understanding.

"What's up Kiri, you're looking pretty rough today, feeling okay?" Kaminari hummed, tapping the glass counter that separated them.

"When's your break?" Kirishima croaked, his heart aching at the familiarity and the strangeness of it all.

"Now if you need me."

"I can't ask you to do that."

"Come on Kyoka doesn't mind." Kaminari ducked under the fake counter piece rather than lifting it like anyone else would. Kirishima followed the blond numbly his mind too caught up on what ifs.

What if he hadn't worked so hard last week, would he have woken up in time?

What if he had a car, would it have gotten there in time instead of waiting for a useless train?

What if he stayed home?

"So what's up man?" Kaminari sat too close, their shoulders brushing, but he had always been a touchy, sentimental man and Kirishima found himself leaning into it. His weeks of confusing feelings suddenly crashing on him like a wave smashing a child's castle.

"I messed up." Kirishima's voice cracked, "I slept past my alarm and missed an audition for a union film."

His eyes were red from tears he didn't want to shead. Kaminari winced a sharp breath pushing through his clenched teeth.

"I won't lie to you, we both know what good that does for anyone, that was a pretty big mess up, but it's okay. Mistakes are part of living, and there will eventually be another chance. You just have to want it." Kaminari sighed, looking up at the heavy clouds rolling by.

"I did want it." Kirishima whispered, "This is all I've ever wanted."

"Good. Then don't forget how much this sucks. Dust yourself off and do it again. Do it because you want it, do it for you, not anyone else." Kaminari said too lightly.

But he was always like that. Wisdom hidden behind a squeaky voice and child like eyes. He'd always been awestruck by the world and sometimes it was hard to believe he thought so far past the surface.

"But what do I know." Kaminari laughed loudly, when Kaminari was running from words that were too hard, he laughed and deflected but he never let the world silence him like it did Kirishima at times.

"I skipped work today, I didn't even call. What if Fat fires me?" Kirishima had slumped over, head in his hands.

"We both know he won't."

"I had lunch shift today."

"And?"

"I couldn't face Bakugo after I messed up so bad."

"Who?" Kaminari's voice had taken a playful edge, his shoulder bumping the downcast man.

"Some stupidly pretty asshole who is using my laundromat." The words tumbled out of his mouth before he really thought them through. Embarrassment burned hot in Kirishima's mind. His cheeks tinting pink and regret licking at his stomach like the summer sun.

"Kiri! You didn't tell me there was a hottie at Chiyo's? I thought we were friends?" Kaminari whined but his face reflected nothing but cruel enjoyment of his friend's slip up.

"Shut up Kami, I don't want to talk about it." Kirishima was pouting now.

"Sure sure, I gotta get back anyway, but a token of advice? Take life by the throat and never let go. It's yours, do what makes you happy. Damn everyone else. And if that's a pretty asshole with a basket of dirty clothes, then so be it." Kaminari winked, dipping back inside.

\/\/\/

Umm it never occured to me that there would be a line limit on here but there is sooo this was part one I guess, there really isn't a whole lot left but if I go all the way to the limit it cuts off at a weird place so I like this cut off better!! The second part will be up either later today or tomorrow!!

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A Reason To Believe Chapter 13

Being an undercover officer is a perilous job and Flip Zimmerman knows this far too well. He keeps his romantic life limited to one-night stands, never letting anyone get too close. That all starts to change when he meets a vivacious Jewish woman named Elle just as he’s about to take on a seriously dangerous undercover job; infiltrating the KKK. Elle and his undercover work make him question things he’d never thought to before and challenge him to see the world, and himself, in a whole new light.

A Flip x OC Fic

Word Count: 2,947

Warnings: mentions of

When you're weary, feeling small

When tears are in your eyes, I will dry them all, all

I'm on your side, oh, when times get rough

And friends just can't be found

Like a bridge over troubled water

I will lay me down

(x)

The one advantage he now had was control over his narrative.

The only people who had a clue to his real identity were dead now. He planned what he would say on the drive back, taking the time to consider all angles that could pop up. He was sure Connie could throw a wrench in things, but that was a risk he’d have to take. He rushed back to the steakhouse, finding the remaining members still socializing on the grounds. The women had moved to a different room, leaving the men to shoot the breeze and smoke cigars. They were laughing at a joke someone had just told as Flip burst back into the room.

"Hey, where'd you run off to? It's been hours," Walter asked.

"Felix and Ivanhoe went rogue. I tried to stop them but—“

"They went what?" Walter's voice rose. "Mr. Duke, please excuse us, there's been an issue,"

“No, I'd like to be apart of this. Is everything okay?" The leader asked.

Flip motioned for them to follow him out of the room and they obliged. They stood in the hall and he did his best to look upset.

"Two of our members weren't in compliance with the organizations morals. They wanted to incite violence and chose to target the local Black Student Union," He explained.

"They had an explosive device that they were going to set off at the Black Student Union’s headquarters. I found out about what they were trying to do and tried to talk them out of it but they wouldn't listen. They took off and I tried to catch up with them but I was too late,"

"Did they kill anyone?" Walter asked. "I mean our creed is nonviolence but did they at least, you know, succeed?"

"When I got there, the house was fine but their car was on fire. I—I think—“ He didn't finish his sentence, letting them put two and two together.

Duke closed his eyes and sighed. Walter looked defeated.

"I tried to get closer, but the police were arriving and I had to get out of there. I got back here as soon as I could,"

"Thank you, your service is appreciated," Duke said, clasping his shoulder. "It's always a sad day when brothers die for their cause,"

"They were good men," Flip agreed, lying through his teeth.

"Was Connie with them?" Walter asked.

"She was but survived, she was taken in to custody I think. I don't know if anything like this has happened before but should we take care of their house for them? Maybe get rid of anything that could incriminate us? I mean with Mr. Duke running for office we wouldn't want this coming back our way,"

"That's good thinking. I'll wrap things up here and meet you at their place in an hour. If the police start poking around, call me from a payphone and we'll re-group," Walter agreed, Duke nodding along.

"It was an honor to meet you sir," Flip shook the leaders hand firmly.

"You're doing great things for this organization, Stallworth. A natural born leader if you will," Duke responded. "Take care out there,"

He said his goodbyes and dashed out to his car. He had already ensured that no officers would be poking around the house yet. He wanted to see if any evidence could be gathered for his case before the rest of the station swooped in.

He parked his car on the Kendrickson’s street, looking around for any neighbors before walking to the side of the house. He checked for an unlocked window, something people commonly forgot to do in the nicer parts of town, and found one right near the kitchen. He slid it open and squeezed his long frame through, stumbling as his foot found purchase on the hardwood floor.

He closed the window after him and began to look around. The house was still. It was hard to imagine that half of the people who lived in it were now dead, and the other half was headed to jail. The only sound in the house came from the ticking clock in the kitchen.

He walked around, taking a brief glimpse at how the house had come to a stand still. It still looked lived-in. Boots by the front door, unlaced and on their sides. The daily mail sat on the kitchen counter, not yet opened. The main level of the house looked normal enough, practically a piece of Americana. All of the klan paraphernalia was stored in the basement.

As he opens the door to the cellar and begins his journey downstairs he's reminded of the first time he came to this house. How Felix had taken him downstairs and held a gun to his head, trying to make him take a lie detector test. His stomach sank as he saw the same test still sitting on the small table. He reminded himself that was over, he'd never be in that situation again.

His eyes swept over the rest of the basement. There were a few guns, some old tool boxes and a lot of junk. He wouldn't have time to dig through it all. He'd only have about twenty minutes until Walter showed up, he needed to get what he needed and get out.

He rifled through a few boxes, looking for any proof. He became increasingly frustrated, each box containing nothing of use.

He'd wasted ten minutes and found nothing. He didn't have time for this shit. He tried to think of where else in the house there could be anything. He thought of the bedroom, maybe they stuffed something up there.

He headed back upstairs, leaving everything approximately where he'd found it, shutting the door behind him. He started up the staircase, finding the bedroom at the end of a small hallway. The bed was made and the room was nicely decorated. Connie's doing, probably. He started opening dresser drawers, looking under piles of clothes. Nothing. He tried the closet, shoving his hands into the pockets of shirts and coats. Just some shopping receipts in Connie's pockets.

He stopped himself from yelling in frustration. He needed proof for this investigation, something that would show concrete proof of their involvement beyond some snapshots and recordings. He looked toward the immaculately made bed. He crouched down to check under it, met with nothing yet again. He hit his head pulling out, cursing this whole operation. He drive his fist into the floor, an attempt to get rid of his aggression.

The floorboard knocked out of place.

He looked down, it was dark under the bed but he could just make out a small box. He pulled it out, taking a better look at it in the quickly dimming light. He opened the box, and he sucked in a breath upon seeing the contents.

There were six memberships cards scattered in the box, one for every year of Felix's service, along with recruitment flyers the klan had produced and some photos of him with the white robes on. Connie smiled proudly next to her husband in the photo. Another photo was at the very bottom of the box. He immediately recognized a familiar scene. The shooting range the organization had taken him to could be seen in the background, the vulgar targets looked newly installed. There Felix stood with a rifle, smiling as he aimed it at one of the targets.

“Now these would do just fine for evidence,” He thought to himself as he held the photos.

Suddenly, he heard a car engine. He rushed to the bedroom window. And saw Walter's car pull up to the house.

Fuck. He had to get out of there now.

He stuffed the contents of the box in his inside coat pocket to keep them out of view. He shoved the box back into the floorboards and readjusted the wood. He ran back downstairs as quietly as possible, peaking out windows when he could to make sure he hadn't been spotted. The dark house served as a good cover, keeping him out of sight.

He stopped near the front window. Walter was standing by his car smoking a cigarette, presumably waiting for him. There was no way he'd be able to get back to his car now, he was too close. He held his jacket close to his chest, hoping nothing would fall out as he snuck back out the window.

He stumbled back onto the grass, shutting the window behind him. He took a deep breath before straightening himself out and brushing himself off. He snuck to the front of the house and made himself just visible to Walter. He beckoned for him to come into the yard once he caught his eye. The man stubbed out his cigarette on his shoe and followed him.

"Do any of the brothers know what happened yet?" Flip asked.

"Not yet, we kept it quiet at the meeting, didn't want to cause a fuss with Duke still there. I'm sure they'll find out by tomorrow morning," He responded. "We should clear out anything that directly links him and Connie to our chapter. We don't want any trouble with the police,"

"I hear ya, I don't think theres a key hidden anywhere. There's gotta be an open window somewhere though,"

They crept through the yard, letting Walter test a few windows before Flip guided him to the one he knew was open. They entered the house the same way he had done moments before and began to look around.

After several minutes it became apparent that Walter was much more familiar with where Felix put things than himself. In the basement, boxes of klan memorabilia were carefully tucked away in tool chests under the drawer bottoms.

Most was simple enough, flags and robes and paperwork. Things he was kind of glad he didn't touch because the other man clearly knew what he was doing. Then another box was pulled out and opened. Walter smiled at the contents and held it for Flip to see. It was a mummified finger, decapitated from lord knows who. Under the finger was a simple tattered gold star made out of cloth with the word “Jude” written across it.

His stomach dropped. Where did Felix even get that from? he was too young to have fought in the war. Was is handed down? Was it purchased? He wasn’t sure he wanted to know. He willed himself to not look away, slap it out of Walter’s hand, he had to keep cover.

He twisted his mouth into a small smile, looking up at Walter and giving a quiet laugh.

"Typical Felix," He gritted out.

"Yeah, he was a strange guy," Walter mused, closing the box and slipping it into his jacket.

They continued with this for another hour or so. They walked through the rest of the house, checking drawers and cabinets for anything incriminating. He held his breath as they walked around the bedroom, waiting to find out if Walter knew about the loose floorboard.

He waited by the doorway as the man circled the bedroom, checking the closets and drawers as Flip did before. He found nothing new. He stopped at the end of the bed, dropping down to check under it and he felt his heart stop. Walter stayed under there for what felt like hours. He couldn’t hear what was going on beyond the pumping of blood in his ears. Was he about to be found out?

Walter stood back up, staring at him before speaking.

"I'm not seeing anything up here, guess he kept it all in the basement. We should get out of here. Before anyone notices,"

It felt like a weight had been lifted from his chest.

"Yeah, good idea,"

"I can't hold all this shit, you take some of it. Hide it if anyone comes around questioning you. Who knows how this is all gonna go down," he slapped his hand on his back as he moved passed him.

The two went back downstairs, dividing up the boxes and calmly slipped back out the window. Flip took care to not grab the box that Walter had out the finger in. It was evidence, but he couldn't bear the thought of looking at it, or handling it, ever again.

"Take care, i’ll call you when it feels safe to," Walter whispered before going back to his car.

Boxes in hand and cards in his pocket, he travelled back to his own car, throwing them in the trunk before driving off. He took a long route to Elle's. A really long route. He was paranoid and exhausted, wanting nothing more than to hold her in his arms.

He stopped at the first payphone he saw, parking his car alongside the glass box before putting in a coin and punching in Elle's number with a practiced ease. She picked up after two rings.

"Flip?" She asked, voice filled with worry.

"It's me. I'm on my way, I'll see you soon," He assured her.

She breathed a sigh of relief before the two said their goodbyes and hung up. He got back in his car and went on his way.

He'd bring the boxes to the station tomorrow, submitting it as evidence. At a stop light, he took the cards out of his coat pocket and took another look at them. The vicious red of the papers stared back at him. He was given a card just like this, but with his undercover name. He chuckled to himself as he thought about how Duke would probably lose it if he knew who the real Ron Stallworth was. The light turned green and he put the cards in his glovebox before stepping on the gas.

He was outside Elle's door less than ten minutes later. He ran up the stairs toward her apartment, breathing a sigh of relief when he reached her floor. He stood outside her door, taking a moment to look at her mezuzah. He stared at it, taking in its meaning. This place is blessed. This place is safe. He reached out and ran his fingers across it before unlocking the door and walking in.

Elle emerged from the kitchen, immediately throwing her arms around his large frame and burying her face into his chest.

"Hey trouble," He murmured, running his hand along the back of her neck. Her curls were still pinned up under her nurses' cap, she hadn't bothered to change.

"You don't get to call me that today Mr. ‘I'm going back out there’," Her words were muffled by his chest. He laughed.

"I'm home, there won't be anymore trouble tonight," He assured her.

She grabbed his shirt with her fists and dragged him down into a kiss. He could feel everything she'd felt that day; fear, worry, anger, relief, but mostly love.

"Did you get what you needed?" She asked after.

"I did. I think I have a good amount of incriminating evidence,"

"Good. Tear them the fuck down," Her gaze had an intensity to it.

She switched to a gentler look as she motioned back to the kitchen.

"I have some steak and potatoes cooking, hungry?"

"Absolutely,"

They sit in silence for a few minutes as they eat, taking time to de-stress now that the worst was over. He'd seen Elle stress-cook before, after Felix showed up at his house, but she had much more time to prepare this meal. Everything was cooked to perfection. She seemed pleased with her work as she ate, and much more relaxed than even a few minutes before.

"I called home earlier to let them know what had happened at work today. Well, an abridged version. I left out the meshugas racist part. Mama was a lot less upset than I thought she'd be, but she did tell me I should quit and settle down though,"

"I don't think settling down is in your wheelhouse," He smiled

"You're right. But I did tell her I found a nice guy out here in the mountains. He's even Jewish. I'm pretty sure she dropped the phone when I told her that,"

"I'm glad she's happy to hear about me," He laughed.

"She'll want to talk to you sometime, probably give you the shakedown of when you're coming to the city with me to meet the family,"

"I’d like that. You'll have to teach me some German so I can talk to them,"

"You say that as if they'll let you get a word in. I'll be surprised if they let you even get your own name out before questioning begins,"

"My family will be the opposite. Just silence with weird polite questions dotted in,"

"You want me to meet your family too?" She seemed surprised.

"Eventually yeah, whenever you're ready for it," He didn't want to come across as eager.

The last time he brought a girl home was in high school. This would be a big deal for him, she was a big deal, but he'd let her know that later.

"Well we can work out the details later, let's just relax for now," She tried to hide a smile, looking relieved they were on the same page. She wanted this to move in the same direction as he did.

The evening was becoming the rainbow after the storm. His life was hectic and dangerous, but he found someone who could put up with it. Tomorrow he would go into the office and the case would continue. He'd be undercover, cleaning up the mess that today was. But he wouldn't worry about that now.

She was with him, they were safe, that's what mattered.

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NOTES

So after watching the film a few times, I had a few questions about how the team thought they were going to be able to continue the undercover work after the explosion/Connie’s arrest. I kinda filled in what I thought could have happened in order to keep Flip’s cover.

Where did Felix get the finger and the patch? No idea but it was gross to write! Just wanted to hammer home the idea that he’s a sick bastard.

“Meshugas” is yiddish for crazy.

There’s one more chapter left!

#flip zimmerman x reader #flip x reader #flip zimmerman #flip zimmerman x oc #artb #ARTBmasterlist

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