#but the dudes and the staff were pretty quick to help that person and get them out

[muteddaydreams]

ok so. to preface this I don’t really know p1harmony like that I just listen to them when my sister and her bf does and I came to the concert w them mainly for the vibes and to have fun but, y’all they were so good like genuinely😭their vocals were pretty stable though I wish a couple of them projected themselves a bit more but they more than made up for it w their performance like woahhh. their stage presence is crazy like I could tell they really loveee their job. and the crowd was crazy and so hype and that heightened the experience a million times

[pretendfan]

It’s the most wonderful time of the year… {3}

{This wasn’t supposed to be happening right now, Chris Smith had been all set to leave his trailer and head out into the night for his date, but when Adrian Chase comes knocking at the door there is always trouble.

Bored with patrolling around Evergreen Adrian knew exactly where to go, hang out with his bff at his place only things don’t go to plan, and next thing he knows he’s offering to decorate Peacemakers trailer for the holiday season but there is a small catch attached.

There were bad ideas and then there was this one stupidly agreeing to go out with a work friend, leaving you zoning out of the conversation because instead you were thinking of someone else the whole time, but then a chance falls into your lap to win back the night only it’s hanging out with the very last person you wanted to see right now.}

Part Three under the cut

Time travels differently around here as it seems to have actually stopped, but neither Adrian or his elf friend care, as you decide to drink as many bad coffees as you could to help sober up and just stay alert.

Several hours pass in a blur of noise and arguments from staff and patients, nothing new for you to see here but when you spot a familiar face moments later, you jump out of your seat in a hurry to rush after them because they might just be able to help you.

“Hey, Jason!” You call out to the last person that you actually wanted to see right now, seeing how he had just left you at the bar earlier.

“What are you doing here?” Questions Jason with what could only be described, as a very shocked look on his face.

“I’m here with a friend, I didn’t realise you were working tonight?” You explain with a smile on your face, whilst wondering when did things get so awkward.

“Well you would’ve known if you had paid any attention to me earlier and not just zoned out.” Jason retorts bitterly, because clearly now wasn’t the time to be asking him any favours but you persist.

“That was pretty fun, but Jason I need your help.” You begin in a low voice as you then continue “Could you see my friend real quick, I think he’s concussed but I want to know for certain.”

“You do know that you are qualified to assess people as well right?” Retorts Jason with a smug laugh and a scoff combined which makes a fucking ridiculous noise.

“Of course I do!” You snap angrily as you then start to explain “We’ve been drinking and I’m worried that I might miss something-“

“Did you meet another dude after me?!” Jason questions in disbelief whilst you shake your head in the negative.

“No! I know this guy from around we met up had a few drinks and then started dancing but then he fell onto a glass coffee table you get the idea.” You explain in one long and hurried breath, ending with a smile on your face for luck.

“Sounds like a pretty fucking messed up date to me.” Jason responds with a loud sigh as he then asks “So you want me to check out your friend real quick and then you will both leave?”

“Er, sure.” You nod in the affirmative which seems to please Jason even more.

“I know you don’t see me as anything other than a friend, but just know woman have been hounding me yet I wanted to chose you.” Jason states back on his bitter bullshit as he rewards you with a pretty pissed looking face.

“Well that’s not my fault, we were friends and you said let’s go out for a drink I didn’t realise it was a date!” You explain in an annoyed voice, because once again this whole conversation was going way off topic.

“You didn’t realise how I felt for you? After all this time and what, now you come to me begging for a favour!” Jason snaps angrily still clearly hung up on what had happened earlier.

“Just a small favour.” You explain with a smile hoping that it would help him decide your fate.

“Fine, fuck it! Where is your friend?” Jason questions waving his hand behind your head motioning towards the waiting area.

“Oh over there!” You turn and quickly point at Adrian, noticing both him and the elf were watching you both very carefully.

“The idiot dressed as an elf?!” Laughs Jason with another full on snort, which makes you roll your eyes back at him.

“No, the guy next to-“

“That guy?!” Jason announces loudly at the same time that you tell him, to lower his damn voice.

“What’s wrong with him? Also what happened to the elf guy-“

“It’s not him that you should be worried about.” Jason states with a nod as he takes a step closer, and starts talking quietly into your ear.

Adrian watches as you talk to the dude in the white lab coat, wondering if he was someone you knew and if so what was the connection, because he didn’t like how the guy was looking at you at all.

Disliking him on sight purely because he had taken you away from him, makes Adrian scoff to himself as he spots the elf guy grinning back, which only leaves him rewarding his new friend with a confused look.

“Don’t be too mad, your girl definitely isn’t into that guy over there so just play it cool.” Elf guy nods back in a low voice.

“I’m not mad-“

“Well your face says otherwise!” Laughs elf guy as he adds “It looks like you want to punch that dude right into next week!.”

“Does it-“

“Just tell your friend how you feel, because there is definitely something between you two I know it.” Elf guys states with a wide smile on his face.

“I don’t know dude, what if she laughs at me or worse doesn’t want to talk to me ever again!” Adrian practically shouts unaware that his elf friend, had suddenly walked off with who he was waiting for, leaving him ranting all by himself.

“I mean I couldn’t take the disappointment if she said no, we work together it would be a disaster I-“

“Are you ok?” You ask Adrian who was sitting by himself ranting loudly about what you were unsure.

“I’m just telling the elf guy-“ Adrian stops talking when he notices for the first time, that his talking buddy had left him sitting there alone.

“You did see him too right? The elf guy was real!” Adrian pleads for you to believe him whilst you arch an eyebrow at your teammate.

“How hard did you hit your head exactly?” You ask him worried all over again that he truly had a concussion.

“No, he was here he was real!” Adrian tells you with a wave of his hands as if to prove the point.

“Yeah, he was actually there but he left with his partner, the one who had an accident with a set of handcuffs.” You inform Adrian with a smirk when a wide smile creeps across his face.

“Sounds like my kind of party-“

“I’ve got someone to see you!” You begin with a smile cutting off Adrian explaining that “Jason will check you over he’s doing me a huge favour.”

“What does he get in return?” Adrian questions which makes you narrow your eyes back at him.

“Absolutely nothing, the guy owes me after being an asshole-“

“I’m gonna kick his ass!” Adrian yells standing up quickly from his seat, shoulders squared as he looked set to cause some damage.

“No! Just come with me and behave.” You tell Adrian in a firm voice, which he does after lowering his demeanour and giving you a firm nod.

Following behind you as you caught up with Jason at the reception desk, blatantly looking through the forms until he finds the right one, then with a nod in your direction he sets off back to his room.

Heading inside you hear Adrian close the door with a loud click, glancing back at him but he currently had an unreadable look on his face, which worried you but then spotting the fake smile on Jason’s face you pay attention to that instead.

“So what happened here then?” Jason asks Adrian who shrugs back at the doctor causing you to groan in annoyance.

“Like I’ve told you already, he just needs to be checked over after a heavy impact fall which I think has lead to a concussion.” You explain yet again, despite the fact that Jason wasn’t listening to a word you were saying.

“Someone bumped their head?” Chuckled Jason which makes Adrian clench a fist, but you hold up a hand to stop him from doing anything stupid.

“Behave-“ You begin in a super low voice.

“This guy is a douchebag!” Cuts in Adrian in his normal voice which is pretty loud.

“So, Adam?” Jason begins looking back up at Adrian as he asks “Do you have any blurred vision or headache right now?”

“No I don’t, because all I needed was a nap earlier on I’m fine really but the nurse here begged me to get looked at so here I am!” Adrian states with a grin aimed at a less impressed Jason.

“So you just do anything that she asks of you then Adam?” Jason questions blithely whilst you glare back at him.

“If you mean that I respect her and the choices she makes then sure!” Adrian shrugs nonchalantly whilst you felt your heart swell at your teammates words.

“Sure.” Jason states whilst pulling a face but he then continues asking Adrian questions about what had happened.

“Can you just give me some painkillers and then we can go?” Adrian asks once Jason has finished writing, something down on his clipboard, a horrible smirk appearing on his face.

“Got somewhere to be?” Jokes Jason as he steps closer to Adrian, ordering him to sit down so he can check out the supposed patient.

“I would rather be anywhere else than here right now.” Adrian snorts back making you nod back in agreement, especially seeing how Jason was acting like a real dick right now.

“Oh I bet you would, but I don’t think this nurse will be hooking up with you because she is a bit of a prick tease.” Jason states darkly whilst your eyes widen, and you cannot stop Adrian from jumping out of his seat.

“Take that back!” Adrian snaps whilst shoving Jason hard against the nearest wall, knocking a shelf filled with books which comes crashing down beside his boots but that was the least of his worries right now.

“You chose this creep over me?!” Jason retorts pushing Adrian away with a heavy shove, the pair of them glaring at one another both with angry looks on their faces.

“I didn’t chose anyone-“

“Well Adam, I hate to break it to you but there isn’t a chance in hell that you’ll be getting your dick wet tonight.” Jason states with a smug laugh, as he puts his clipboard back down onto his desk.

“You fuck-“ Adrian throws himself at Jason who wasn’t prepared, as they both fall down to the floor, your teammate punching Jason as you let him get a couple of shots in.

“Get off me or I’m calling the cops!” Jason cries out which stops Adrian, at the same time he is thrown off the doctor hitting the floor yet again.

“Let’s go!” You shout at Adrian who kicks Jason once more as you both run out of the room, back through the depressing waiting area then straight outside to catch your breathes.

“What an asshole-“

“Thank you for sticking up for me!” You announce suddenly feeling completely overwhelmed by tonight, so you reach out for Adrian wrapping your arms around his wide shoulders, as you lean in for a hug.

“It’s ok.” Adrian replies quietly whilst placing an arm around your lower back, with each of you holding the other up, because neither of you wanted to break away first it seemed.

A horn is what makes you break apart, not for the first time this evening as you look up to see a cab stopping in front of you both, even more surprising when Adrian motions for you to get in after opening the door for you.

“Did you call-“

“Arranged it an hours ago, when I was talking to the Elf who we all saw in the waiting area.” Adrian cuts you off for clarity closely followed by a grin.

“You are so full of surprises Adrian.” You begin with a smile as you then add “Let’s go back to Peacemaker’s trailer.”

“What together? You still want to hang out with me after all this.” Adrian questions with an apprehensive look on his face.

“I can’t leave you alone remember, I need to make sure you’re safe.” You inform him with a laugh when you see Adrian’s smile, which was genuine and so damn cute.

“I definitely like the sound of that.” Adrian states with a chuckle, as the cab drives off into the night, anticipation still in the air between the two teammates.

For over an hour now Chris had been sitting here with Lita, enjoying it deeply when she had undressed in front of him, but now just wearing underwear she was refusing to go anywhere near him which was drastically ruining his mood.

Supposedly Lita had a surprise for him but it was after one in the morning, and Chris was getting pretty desperate enough to sneak to the bathroom even, and check the saved tabs on his phone with porn on the go what a great time to be alive.

A loud knock at the door has Chris hoping that it was for him, seeing the grin appear on Lita’s face as someone walks into the apartment, whilst he cannot believe his fucking eyes at what he was seeing right now…

“Let’s tag team!” Jonah shouts loudly dressed in a tight rubber Batman suit, complete with his peachy ass hanging out of said uniform.

“What the fuck-“

“Surprise!” Lita cuts him off excitedly as she rushes over to Jonah adding “It’s time for you to team up boys and make me see stars!”

“Wait, you want me to fuck you with Batman in on the action? I cannot stand that pretentious motherfucker!” Chris snaps clearly this was the line reached, hell it had been crossed hours ago yet here he was.

“Either join in or just watch then I don’t care!” Lita retorts swiftly but not without adding “This would’ve been way more fun if you had just worn your damn Peacemaker suit.”

Chris watches as Lita pulls Jonah slash Batman towards her, placing her hands on his ass whilst his tongue did the talking, despite all of this he couldn’t look away as he watched them getting down to business.

What the hell was he doing here?

This night had taken so many turns, Chris shouldn’t even be surprised it had landed here, watching as Batman slash Jonah went down on Lita his head buried deep between her thighs.

“It’s not too late to join us?” Gasps Lita as she catches Chris watching, this was one of her all time fantasies and she needed both of them to take part.

“Fuck it.” Chris declares getting up from his seat on the couch, he had been in worse situations than this so he knew exactly what to do…

Arriving back at the trailer you soon learn that Chris never locks the window in his bedroom, and that’s how you find yourself climbing back into his place, noticing the large messy bed which despite the silk sheets looked rather inviting right now.

“Is that how you get in here?” You ask Adrian in a teasing voice, which makes him grin back with a nod.

“Sure, Chris never closes his window’s properly and I’ve crashed in that bed a few times as well it’s very comfortable.” Adrian explains nonchalantly, whilst you reward him with an arched eyebrow.

“Having sleepovers?” You question with a laugh at the image appearing in your head, Adrian being the little spoon whilst him and Chris snuggle together.

“Something like that-“

“Oh shit, we still have to clean up this fucking mess!” You cut off Adrian following behind him, as you enter the living area at the other end of the trailer, noticing the Christmas tree still lit up and looking pretty good.

“I can fix that, but could you go and look for some food because I’m starving!” Adrian delegates whilst already walking away from you, to head back towards the bedroom clearly on a mission.

“Because of course a woman’s place is in the damn kitchen.” You mutter not for the first time tonight, but regardless you do as you are told and look for something to eat.

Seeing how your plan was to refuel and then you definitely needed sleep, despite the time there wasn’t a chance in hell that you were sleeping here, not trusting yourself after what had happened between you and Adrian previously.

Because back in the cab earlier sitting next to Adrian you had felt an urge, especially after the hug before the car had appeared and ruined whatever could’ve been, seeing how you had also fantasied several scenarios featuring your teammate all the way back here.

Even more surprising was that Adrian had been silent all the way back as well, usually you would have to physically place a hand over his mouth, but this usually yielded different responses none of which helped at all.

So to be sitting beside Adrian whilst he was clearly lost in his own thoughts, it was a once in a lifetime sight seeing his brows furrowed, chewing his bottom lip whilst you had resisted the need to kiss him again.

All these stupid fucking feelings that you held down deeply before were rising to the surface, the ones you had tried to ignore but had alway left you feeling frustrated, like right now because all you could find in the fridge was a large chicken salad in a blue plastic bowl.

“Honey, that looks delicious!” Adrian says suddenly standing close beside you, as you proceed to jump out of your skin.

“Someone’s jumpy!” Laughs Adrian nudging his arm against yours, causing heat to flush your skin, which was definitely becoming a problem that you didn’t need.

“Just grab some forks, did you sort out the coffee table?” You ask Adrian who nods as he quickly looks away with a sly grin on his face.

Returning to the couch and the scene of the crime, you are not entirely surprised to see a blanket covering the mess, but it isn’t just any blanket it’s the American flag one that had moments ago been on Chris’ bedroom wall.

“I think Peacemaker is gonna notice that.” You tell Adrian with a laugh, whilst he shrugs and takes a seat on the couch.

“That’s a problem for future Adrian, right now I just want some of that salad could we sprinkle a bunch chips in there?” Adrian asks you with a smile as you silently nod back at him.

With the TV off and the kitchen lights on low the tree illuminates the whole room, a soft glow which made you feel safe as you silently ate with Adrian, even noting for posterity how cute he looked whilst eating…fuck you needed to get a grip.

Blaming the awesome job that you had done on the trailer, making it look as Christmassy as fuck which in turn made it almost look sort of romantic, perhaps if you squinted because this was an open opportunity that you needed to make it count.

Seeing how you were now at the last chance saloon because you couldn’t be walking around, with all of these ridiculous feelings about your teammate, it was now or never because Chris would soon return to his trailer and completely ruin the moment between you two.

“I can’t believe you work with that asshole, the one that I had the absolute fucking misfortune of meeting.” Adrian states with an annoyed look on his face, breaking into the silence which makes you slowly glance in his direction.

“Thanks to you hopefully I can avoid him now and never have to see his face again.” You reply with a smile back at Adrian whose face softens as if on cue.

“Well if he does bother you again, then your friend Vigilante will have to pay the guy a little visit.” Adrian informs you darkly, whilst not quite meeting your eye at the same time.

“That’s not necessary-“

“Oh, but it definitely is! You deserve a lot better than that douche bag and I won’t let him near you again.” Adrian tells you whole heartedly, his green eyes staring directly at you, which sets off the butterflies in your stomach just hopefully not alien ones.

“Thanks Adrian that means a lot that I’ve got you on my side.” You tell him sweetly complete with a sincere smile, watching as the flickering lights reflect off his glasses.

“I’ve always been on your side.” Adrian explains with yet another friendly nudge, his shoulder brushing your bare one which makes you shudder involuntarily.

“Are you cold?” Adrian asks whilst quickly glancing around the living area for inspiration, until he finally decides that his arm is adequate enough sliding it slowly around your shoulders.

On cue you freeze up feeling his warm fingers brush against your arm soothingly, it’s then you find yourself enjoying the moment as you turn to face Adrian, with him looking cockily back in your direction.

“Feeling better?” Adrian asks in a low but concerned voice, making you nod back in the affirmative with a shy smile.

Adrian the guy who claims not to have any human emotions, but was pretty good at seeing right into your soul, unless he was able to observe people better now but you were always quite easy to read.

“How’s your head now?” You ask him whilst resisting the impulse to run your hands through his hair, feeling those unruly curls gliding through your fingers.

“Fine, how are your lips?” Adrian quips back with a wide smile, whilst his eyes shoot down to the aforementioned body part.

“Good, how is your thigh?” You question with a flirty giggle that unashamedly escapes from your lips.

“Healing nicely nurse, but it might need a little kiss for luck.” Adrian grins back from enjoying the delightful noise that you had made a little too much.

“Oh, but it’s a real shame I’m off duty right now.” You joke back glancing down at your teammates thighs, but instead something else gets your full attention making you open your mouth.

“That’s so unlucky, because I’ve got a big problem that might just need your help right now.” Adrian tells you in a deep voice, complete with an almost pained expression on his face.

“I can see-“

“Shit, I’m making this really fucking awkward aren’t I?” Begins Adrian cutting you off whilst at the same removing his arm and starts babbling that “Chris likes to tell me when I’m being awkward, and I feel that this is fast becoming one of those scenarios.”

“No, I was actually really enjoying the moment-“

“You were?!” Adrian cuts you off with an exasperated look as he exclaims “And now I’ve gone and ruined it I’m so stupid!”

“We can easily get back on track.” You begin whilst placing a hand on Adrian’s face, his eyes searching yours as you add “You’ve helped me out so much tonight I think I should return the favour.”

“You don’t have to-“

“Adrian, I want to!” You cut him off in frustration stating that “I definitely see me sucking your cock in my future.”

“Ugh that’s so hot!” Adrian shudders as you lean closer to him, taking this as your cue to make the first move, your lips hurriedly returning back to his just like long lost lovers.

Adrian’s tongue glides slowly across yours as you sigh back into his open mouth, letting the kiss intensify elicits a warm groan from yourself, causing your teammate to pull you onto his lap in one swift move his thick thighs making your legs spread wider apart.

“I can’t believe this is happening-“

“Believe it!” You announce hurriedly cutting Adrian off as you pull up your tank top, throwing it behind you as you spot the look on his face.

“Your tits are amazing-“

“Thanks for noticing!” You wink back then sigh when you feel Adrian’s hands, grip onto your waist pulling you closer onto his lap.

The erection that had made your mouth fall open earlier, brushing against your inner thigh causing Adrian to jerk his hips upwards, as you grind down into a seated position to hold him in place.

“You are going to be the death of me-“

“Now don’t get too excited.” You tell him in a cool voice, as he reopens his green eyes a playful glint in them as he licks his full bottom lip.

“I’ve thought about this moment for so long, and fuck I’m pretty close to ruining it again!” Adrian sighs impatiently, at the same time that you smile widely at his admission.

“How long?” You question glancing directly at Adrian who looked like he was unable to focus.

“Too fucking long! What about you how many times have you thought about me?” Adrian replies with a cheeky smile on his face.

“Pretty often, especially when I hit a certain spot with one of my many toys-“

“Oh fuck, I’m dead!” Adrian cuts you off as he leans forward to kiss you hungrily, whilst your arms wrap around his neck and desperate hands enthusiastically tug at the back of his long sleeve top.

“Take this off real quick before you go!” You announce with a giggle, tugging harder on Adrian’s top at the same time that he moves away from your lips.

Together you make short work of removing his long sleeve, and within moments Adrian’s head re appears with glasses askew and curly hair stuck to his forehead, but it’s the smug grin on his face that makes you fully stare.

“Wow-“

“You’re seen me shirtless many times being a nurse and all, so why are you wearing your horny eyes?” Adrian questions with a chuckle, because no matter what you would say he clearly already knew the answer.

“Because not only do I get to touch you like this.” You begin placing a hand flat on his lower abdomen, you move closer to his right ear and explain “I can do this as well.”

Letting your hand slowly glide down over the delicious ripple of abs, the ones that you so desperately wanted to taste but for now, you just let your hand rest on top of the bulge in his pants feeling his cock pulse from your touch.

Adrian groans when you bite his cherry red ear lobe palming him until he jerks his hips upwards again, causing you to lean back spying a zip that would conveniently help move things along, glancing up to clock the look on your teammates face.

“I can’t do this on your lap.” You decide out loud putting an impromptu plan into motion.

“Hey, come back!” Adrian cuts you off when you move off him, but then seconds later you drop down onto your knees,large eyes glancing back up through your lashes.

“Now, where were we?” You ask Adrian placing both of your hands on his shoulders, whilst a wicked grin appearing on your face at the same time.

Pushing Adrian back on the couch with a wiggle of one of your fingers, you wanted nothing more right now than to have your way with him finally, all of your fantasies were moments from becoming a reality.

It’s then your lips finally met warm skin and you proceed to slowly lick and kiss your way down his chest, until you stop at his trail of dark hair below his belly button, the treasure trail that could quite possibly be leading you to somewhere magical.

“Enjoying your make out sesh with my abs?” Adrian questions complete with a smile and an arched eyebrow.

“I’ve only just started.” You pout back eyes fixed on Adrian’s, whilst your hands work their own magic, deftly pulling down his zip which makes him hitch his breath.

Looking down you free him from the confines of his pants, watching as his cock bounces free, causing you to lick your bottom lip whilst Adrian groans in desperation as you make your first move.

“Oh fuck!” Adrian cries out as you waste no time filling your mouth with his dick, opening it wide as you take as much as you can of him, like a viper about to leave a mark on their victim.

For someone who was accused of having a thimble sized cock, you feel your pussy throb around nothing as he stretches your lips wide, he was thick and you were ready to suck the guy dry.

Moving your head painfully slow as you devour him with your mouth, it makes a smile cross your lips when you feel his hands grip onto your head, arching his hips to help deepen the position whilst you look up with salty tears stinging your eyes.

Adrian already looked fucked what with his glasses bouncing on his nose, and him biting his bottom lip hungrily as his green eyes watched your every fucking move, so it was time to put on a little show for him because he was already leaking into your mouth.

Introducing a hand you hold his cock tightly then proceed to suck on his head, practically making out with it tongues and all, as you increased the speed of your hand with every pump causing Adrian to let a strew of curses fall form his lips.

“I’m gonna-“

You move your hand and gladly swallow as much of Adrian as you can once again, feeling his release warmly coat your throat as his cock bounced in your mouth, trying not to choke but you wanted to taste every last drop of him on your tongue.

“Am I in heaven?” Adrian questions eventually with a shocked, but also sated look on his face.

“No, but I’m glad you enjoyed it-“

“Enjoyed it? That’s all I’m going to think about now when I jerk off.” Adrian states with a grin which takes a turn for the sexy, when he leans forward and kisses you.

Clearly tasting himself as his tongue collides with yours, causing you to grip a hand onto the back of his hair, liquid pooling between your thighs whilst an electric bolt of anticipation rocks through your body.

“Get back up here.” Adrian demands in a deep voice as he takes your hand to quickly pull you up, as you sit on your knees on the couch removing your bra in one move.

Readjusting his glasses you watch Adrian as his eyes are laser focused on your breasts, even under his obsessive gaze you feel like a million dollars, until he dips his head to taste your pebbled nipple and all thoughts fail to exist after that.

Letting his mouth choose between your two breasts, Adrian playfully continues to explore you whilst you balance your hands on his broad shoulders, leaning into his touch like your whole existence depended on it.

“Now it’s my turn.” Adrian states ordering you to lean back on the other side of the couch, resting your back against the taped up arm all the while your teammate spreads your legs at the knees.

“Before you start I think there is something that you should know.” You begin solemnly trying to hide smirk, which was threatening to appear on your face.

“What?” Adrian questions looking away from your thighs when he hears the tone of your voice.

“It’s just that I’m a bit of a screamer-“

“Being vocal during sex is a huge turn on for me, so be as loud as you want babe.” Adrian cuts you off with a statement of his own and a wink which makes you roll your eyes back.

“Noted.” You reply back with a laugh revelling in the delicious fact, that you were so comfortable around Adrian that you could joke whilst half naked and fully aroused.

“So, how long will it take?” Adrian asks tapping your thigh, also signalling with his hand for you to lift your ass in the air which you do like a good girl.

Watching him as his eyes take in the sight of you pulling down your underwear, he let’s it sit half way down your thighs whilst he openly gulps, making you feel completely exposed and loving every second of it.

“How long will what take?” You ask quietly watching as Adrian continues to tug your last item of clothing off, delighting in the fact when you are naked by biting his bottom lip with excitement.

“Oh, just wondering how long before I will have you screaming out my name.” States Adrian on an exhale, the blacks of his eyes looked blown which made him look intense to say the least.

“Well what are you waiting-“

You are cut off not for the first time by Adrian’s lips he sure did love to kiss, but you are so caught up by his tongue chasing yours, it isn’t until he is practically on top of you that a sigh escapes from your open mouth.

Having pulled down his pants already while you had been adjusting your position on the couch, Adrian has one of his thighs pressed bare up against your leaking cunt a smug grin on his face, as he rocks his leg up and down very slowly.

“Fuck you are soaking wet!” Adrian announces with glee, placing a large hand on your right thigh gripping the soft skin hard, which has you opening your legs wider so he could see your wet lips.

“What are you waiting for?” You question with a loud scoff, sounding very much like a brat, because you needed Adrian to do something right now.

“So inpatient.” Adrian begins with a laugh then slowly dipping his head between your thighs he asks out loud “Let’s see how many licks it takes to get to your centre.”

“Adrian, please-“

Applying barely enough pressure Adrian licks a faint almost imaginative line, down from the hood of your clit all the way to your asshole, which makes you gasp as he then moves his head again.

“Where is your clitoris again?” Adrian ask with glee whilst you reward him with a glare, but seconds later he has resumed his position and you feel his titillating mouth bruise exactly where you wanted it to.

Consuming your clit whole Adrian glides the top of his tongue, in ever decreasing circles over the pulse of your pussy, savouring the sweet taste as it leaks from your folds making him want to explore with his tongue deeper.

You cry out when two of his fingers spread you open, feeling your pussy muscles tighten as he fills you easily letting his digits glide in and out, causing you to gasp when his mouth decides to join in on the action.

“Finally you are putting that mouth to good use Adrian!” You practically scream as his fingers start to fuck you faster, obscenely wet noises make warm heat appear across your face.

Adrian is too busy to reply enjoying your hands pulling at his hair, whilst he was wishing that he could do this again already, only thing was that he desperately wanted to watch you come undone courtesy of his talented tongue.

Curling his fingers so they grazed your sweet spot with delicious precision, causing you to arch your back whilst your head was spinning, his mouth relentless in its quest to destroy you as your body is rendered helpless.

Muscles shuddering as Adrian performed his impressive dance with his tongue, whilst you feel your core tightening against the fluttering of pleasure that was building up, pretty soon you were about to free fall into oblivion the very idea makes you clench around his fingers.

Groaning in response Adrian speeds up his fingers as he continues to eat your pussy, almost as if this was his very last meal and he didn’t want to ever forget it, you choke out a breath gripping a hand into his hair as if it was your only lifeline.

“Oh fuck, I’m so close-“

“Come for me.” Adrian demands lifting his head momentarily, but then placing his mouth firmly over your clit which causes you to finally bloom.

Crying out loudly you continue to feel Adrian’s fingers pumping you, as he chases your orgasm which has your muscles spasming, whilst tears fall from your eyes as you try to remember how to breathe.

As the pleasure diminishes you have a wide smile on your face, carding a hand through Adrian’s hair as he continues to gentle coax you with his tongue, until he increases the pressure which has you reaching another high as you groan with pure delight.

“Okay, that’s enough Adrian.” You tell him pulling up his head by his hair, revealing a smug smile framed by puffy lips and those damn dimples.

“Must have more.” Adrian demands quietly but you shake your head causing him to sit up on his knees, whilst his thick cock is pointing in your direction waiting for you to take the lead again.

“I agree.” You nod with smile moving so you are back in your first position, straddling Adrian as he rewards you with wet kisses.

“Hey.” Adrian greets you with a boyish grin hurriedly readjusting his glasses, as you melt from the cute expression on his face.

“Hi.” You smirk back playfully.

“So, we are still doing this?” Adrian questions watching you carefully, whilst you nod back sincerely.

“I need to feel you-“

“Are you on anything? Otherwise I might have a condom in my utility belt.” Adrian cuts you off with an informative voice.

“On the pill, I’m good.” You begin with a nod of your head as you look down and continue “But I might not survive after sitting on your cock, dude you are truly hung!”

“Me, really?” Questions Adrian with a surprised look on his face.

“Sure thing! Now let’s see if you know how to use it properly.” You tease with a grin which makes Adrian scoff back in return, glancing back down at his thick cock that was more girth than length but you were impressed.

“You are going to be eating those words when-“

Adrian is suddenly incapable of speech when you rub your pussy lips against his cock, then without a second thought you start to sink down, feeling him fill you up so well the sweet burn a reminder of what was in store.

Sitting fully seated on Adrian now your eyes meet as he finally reopens his, feeling his cock throb against your muscles causes them to spasm in response, which makes the both of you groan in unison.

Adrian places his hands firmly on your hips then follows the curves downwards, gripping onto your ass cheeks as you take the hint and slowly start to bounce on his cock, seconds later he joins in on the pace which makes a laugh fall from your lips.

“I hope you aren’t laughing at me-“

“Course not! You are basically too good at this.” You cut off Adrian with a firm nod closely followed by as sigh as pleasure rebuilds inside once again.

“That’s true, but you get an honourable mention!” Adrian grins back as you roll your eyes back at him and he explains “But I’m enjoying this back and forth we have it’s refreshing to talk to someone whilst fucking them.”

“It really is.” You state back in a low yet sincere voice, wanting to remember this moment after you had finished being railed by an insatiable Adrian.

“Let’s change positions!” Adrian declares after a particularly deep thrust, which almost sends you off his lap but makes you laugh regardless.

“From behind-“

“Cowgirl but I get to see your ass!” Adrian cuts you off with a hopeful voice as he elaborates that “Just anything with that peachy ass please.”

“We need room-“

“By the Christmas tree then?” Adrian announces as you stand up from his cock, with him quickly following suit and moments later, you are both on the thin carpeted floor but somehow it’s romantic.

“Turn around.” Adrian demands as you quickly do as you’re told, cheekily bending down so your best feature is sticking up in the air.

Feeling one of Adrian’s hand placed flat on your lower back, you hear him move closer position in himself just so, then just before you give up on all hope he finally slides back in.

From this position his cock nudges the very spot that drives you crazy, as you meet each of his skilled thrusts with ease lost in the momentum, with heat rising over your body and that magnetic pulse of rocketing pleasure soon takes over.

“Fuck your pussy feels so good! I want you to touch your clit for me.” Adrian cries out with a jagged thrust clearly he was getting a close as you were.

Without saying a word you guide your right hand down between your thighs, rubbing two pads over the puckering bundle of nerves, making you shudder as Adrian increases his speed fucking into your pussy like his life depended on it.

Circling the clitoris with your fingers you start to feel the familiar sensation taking over, your body winding itself up tight moments before your core was due to erupt with euphoric pleasure, a gasp escaping from your mouth when it finally arrives.

“Fuck, you are so fucking tight when you come!” Adrian cries out chasing his own end, as you feel his release dripping out from your already saturated pussy.

“I like to keep my muscles in check.” You joke back with a sigh, falling onto your back on the floor with a light thud.

“Both me and my cock thank you for your services!” Adrian declares with a grin as he leans over you, placing his hands just above your head.

“You nerd-“

“Call me what you want but I just know that you had a lot of fun!” Adrian smirks smugly knowing for a fact that you did, because his tongue ached a little because of it but he would gladly do it again.

“I really did.” You glance up to see Adrian smiling back, but then he leans in for a soft kiss the perfect end to a very bizarre night.

Right this second Chris couldn’t decide what was worse, either no sex at all or bad sex which unfortunately he had experienced tonight, with a Batman fanboy in tow no less shuddering at the memory of what had happened.

If it had just been him and Lita getting it on then Chris would’ve had a great time, when instead Jonah kept wanting to join in by constantly waving his cock in Peacemakers face, just to get him to suck it whilst his date had wanted them both to plow her in unison.

Under normal circumstances this would’ve been fun but the Batman suit was off putting, plus Jonah was an annoying asshole so demanding during sex, even Lita had enough in the end chucking them both out in favour of her shower head apparently.

It was just his fucking luck that tonight had ended this way, with Chris feeling more frustrated than before knowing that, not even his flashlight could cope with the kind of desperation that he currently felt right now.

Noticing that his trailer was still standing strong as he exits the cab, Chris knew that at first light he would go out shooting either alone or with Vigilante, because blowing shit up was cool and also very distracting.

So much for tonight improving his mood though not to mention his libido, knowing that if he saw Harcourt he wouldn’t be able to cope, sure Chris was sounding pathetic but he took solace in the fact that he wasn’t as much of an asshole as Jonah was.

Grabbing his key from his pants pocket Chris walks into a silent trailer, noticing that the lights were on in the kitchen and he had a counter filled with empty beer bottles, surely he hadn’t drunk that many before he left earlier.

“Is anyone still here?” Chris asks out loud swearing that he heard a noise, but he is distracted by the mess on the floor a neat pile of his porn magazines.

“Adrian, I hope that you aren’t jerking off somewhere!” Chris chuckles then pulls a face as he steps over his collection of porno’s, some of which were valuable in knowledge and good old fashioned pleasure.

With his pet Eagle away and Chris left alone he wanted nothing more than to fall into bed, but something catches his eye as he gets closer to the living area, a large tree smothered in gold tinsel glowing softly against the yellow lights.

“Why are the lights even off?” Chris mutters out loud in annoyance.

“It’s romantic dude!” Declares Adrian nonchalantly but then flinches when you pinch him on the arm.

Switching on the lights causes Adrian to curse loudly whilst you place a hand over your eyes, the pair of you still on the floor now wrapped in the American flag blanket, both still naked and cuddled together on this cold December night.

“Dude, what the fuck?!” Chris shouts in an angry voice causing you to finally open your eyes again.

“We can explain-“

“Also what the hell happened to my coffee table? Please tell me that it wasn’t a sex thing.” Chris cuts off an imploring Adrian with a grimace on his face.

“No it-“

“Yes, it was a sex thing!” Adrian exclaims over you with a firm nod of his head, curls bouncing from the motion whilst you tut back at him.

“What did I say about not destroying my trailer dude!” Chris sighs weakly because he was well and truly done, with both this evening and all the shit it had entailed.

“Did you have fun tonight?” Adrian questions whilst leaning up on one of his elbows, exposing his bare chest in the process but he fails to even notice this.

“I don’t want to talk about it.” Chris states darkly hoping that would finally be the end of it.

“That bad a night huh.” You retort back with a smirk, because Peacemaker liked to be overdramatic at times.

“What about you guys?” Chris motions with his hand from Adrian to the nurse, both lying under his well loved blanket, the one that had until now been tacked to his bedroom wall.

“Oh, we had sex!” Adrian states with a confident laugh.

“Both of you naked under a blanket was kind of a giveaway.” Chris retorts with a small grin, because at least someone had some fun tonight just sucked that it hadn’t been him.

“I’m so embarrassed-“

“You do look cute when you blush!” Chris announces to you with a laugh, noticing the red on your cheeks, and also the way that you kept covering yourself back under the blanket.

“Doesn’t she!” Adrian declares warmly, whilst keeping his arm around your waist for protection.

“Fuck it, I’m going!” You retort sitting up quickly, whilst so trying to protect your modesty.

“Wait you need to get dressed!” Adrian reminds you, whilst you just roll your eyes back at him with a grin.

“Well I hope you two didn’t do it all over my trailer, cos if you did then I’m gonna have to burn the whole place down.” Chris deadpans with a ragged laugh.

“Just under the tree, because it is almost Christmas after all..” Adrian states adding a wink for luck in your direction.

“Fine, I’m going to pass out so you guys can stay on the couch, but if I hear you two at it again I will chuck you out.” Chris demands in a tired voice, which makes his threat seem less menacing.

“I can gag him-“

“Adrian is pretty loud in the sack.” Chris comments with a nod, because he had firsthand experience on the matter.

“How do you know that?!” You question with a snort, surprised because Chris was actually right for once.

“Funny story-“

“Not really three AM funny Adrian.” Chris reprimands him, whilst shaking his head at the mess that once was his coffee table.

“Someone’s grumpy.” Adrian sulks back pouting his bottom lip, which makes him look super cute.

“Someone’s horny so either come join me in bed and I can show you, or just stay on the floor.” Chris demands in a challenging voice.

“Who are you talking to-“

“Both or neither I don’t care, let me give you your Christmas present.” Chris cuts Adrian off with a cheeky smile.

“If it’s a dick in a box then that’s a big negative.” You announce flippantly making Adrian look back in your direction.

“Thats a good SNL sketch-“

“Last chance guys!” Chris shouts as he leaves the living area to head to his room on a mission.

“What do you say?” Adrian questions indulgently.

“I say-“

“Let’s do this?” Adrian questions whilst cutting you off in a very excited voice.

“Let’s-“

“Get this party started, happy almost holidays and a merry ménage et trois everyone!” Chris shouts loudly, reappearing suddenly in just his underwear muscles and everything on show.

“Who is he talking to?” You ask looking around the living area in confusion, whilst trying not to look back at Peacemaker.

“I have no idea but I think we should definitely go join him.” Adrian shrugs with a smile, already moving the blanket away as he goes to stand.

“What will happen-“

“Hey wait! Did Chris try and break the fourth wall just then?” Adrian cuts you off thinking back to a few moments ago and what Chris had said to them.

“I think that’s just a marvel thing.” You reply with an indulgent shrug.

“What’s marvel?” Adrian asks with a wrinkled nose.

“Never mind .” You inform Adrian with a silly grin.

“So what’s the answer-“

“Think you could do that thing again with your tongue?” You ask Adrian with a cheeky smile.

“It would be my pleasure…”

[finelinevogue]

Can we get some more brother!harry?

I really enjoyed your piece where he caught her smoking ❤️

of course you can!! (rip if your name is natalia) hope this is what you wanted;

Natalia.

Beautiful name to juxtapose a horrible excuse of a human being.

Harry was never that great when it came to choosing his girlfriends, but this one was by far the worst. Bekka had been bad, because she had been cheating on Harry with her best friends dad. India was just so toxic, to the point where she’d ask Harry why he wasn’t mad with her over the most trivial things as if she wanted him to be mad. Daya was ok, but she wanted different things to what Harry wanted and so they ended up in a massive argument and ending things quicker than they started. Natalia though, wow. She was something else and that wasn’t a compliment.

You don’t know whether it was just because she targeted you especially, but she was just a downright cruel person. You could easily tell her intentions with your brother were not good. She was a plain ol’ gold digger, evident from the credit card that Harry leant her and she spent so much on it the bank had to call Harry to ask him to authorise that he was aware of the amount of money being spent. She bought a car with his card. A fucking car. Harry was too blinded by her beauty and her experience that he was oblivious to her witchy behaviour towards you. It wasn’t like you hadn’t tried to tell him either, it was more that he didn’t care enough.

“No Harry. No.” You argued with him, standing in the middle of the kitchen as he was busy washing the rest of the dishes in the sink. It was just the two of you home at the moment, because Gemma and Anne were spending the weekend at an exclusive spa in Cheshire, so you didn’t understand how there were so many dishes.

“Y/N, it’s not an option. You’re not staying at home by yourself.” Harry spoke sternly back to you, letting out his frustration by vigorously scrubbing the dishes.

“I’m literally 17 - 18 in like 3 weeks. I’m more than capable of staying home.” You stomped your foot to the ground like a child.

“And I don’t care. You’re coming to lunch whether you want to or not.” Harry finished the last plate and dries his hands on the towel next to the sink, before throwing it over to you.

“But she’ll be there.”

“She’s my girlfriend, so you’ll nice to her.”

“If she’s nice to me, then yeah.” You rolled your eyes and walked over to the sink to start drying the dishes that Harry just cleaned.

“ Y/N, I swear to God.” Harry groaned in frustration, tugging a stressful hand through his hair. “Can you at least pretend to be happy for me for once?”

“Gee Harry, i’m just so happy to be going out to lunch with you and your girlfriend!” You put on the biggest grin as your sarcasm practically dripped from your tongue.

“Stop being a spoilt little shit and finish those dishes. We’re leaving in 20.” Harry spoke harshly, before leaving the room with a heavy strop to his step. It left you to blink back the tears that you couldn’t help that Natalia was ruining your whole relationship with your brother.

You and Harry used to be so tight nit, now it would be a miracle if he spent a day with you per month. Natalia had come along 5 months ago and she had completely turned Harry’s life around for the worst, only Harry was too ignorant to see that. Anne had come home multiple times to find you crying because Harry had cancelled on you, again, or Natalia had said something that had really hurt. Normally you were okay with taking hate, but Natalia made it somehow worse than that. Even if Anne or Gemma tried to talk Harry about the damage all this was causing you it would always be the same response;

“She just wants attention.”

The restaurant was very pretty.

It was one that you and Harry used to go to all the time, when there was no girlfriend around. It sold the best pastries and life-changing eggs on toast. The food was always delicious and the staff were so completely lovely. You were glad to be coming here, making you feel more comfortable than you would if you went to a expensive fancy restaurant instead. This little restaurant, named ‘Lemon Puffs’ after their infamous lemon, cream and pastry puffs, made you feel safe and happy.

“Remember to just be nice.” Harry spoke as you both approached the table that Natalia was already sat at. She was too busy on her phone to realise you were even here.

“If she plays nice then yeah.” You bit back.

“Y/N just stop being petty, y’pissing me off now.” Harry argued. “Whine like a bitch later. I don’t need it today.”

You stopped talking after that, not having anything else to say to him. He’d made it very clear that you were only here because he didn’t trust you at home by yourself, but by the same token wanted you quiet because he didn’t trust you enough to speak nicely. Harry hugged and kissed Natalia like he hadn’t just seen her last night and then sat down opposite to her, leaving you to sit next to Harry because you sure as hell weren’t sitting next to her. Natalia didn’t even make the effort to hug you or shake hands, in fact you barely got a simple hello.

“You alright, baby?” Natalia asked, twirling her hand into Harry’s from across the table. Disgusting.

“Yeah i’m good. This one’s a pain in my arse, as always.” Even with his joking tone, you knew he was being somewhat serious and that really messed with you.

“Typical.” Natalia rolled her eyes and tutted her tongue, not hesitating to use the opportunity to be mean to you. Harry thought she was merely playing along with his words, but you new otherwise.

“You know what you want yet?” Harry asked as he pulled his own attention towards the menu. You didn’t need to look at the menu, as being here so many times has allowed you to discover the perfect order.

“I think i’m just going to get the salad, but without the chicken, cheese or cucumber.” She answered, sipping on the water she must’ve already ordered whilst waiting for you both.

“So just lettuce?” You asked, not meaning for it to be a condescending question and yet she took it that way anyways.

“Is there something wrong with that, Y/N?” She asked, being really harsh in the way she spoke your name - as if the syllables actually caused her pain to speak.

“N-no I was just—”

“Didn’t think so.” She snapped and turned away from you to look back towards Harry, with her shit-eating grin that didn’t fool you. Harry kicked you leg under the table too, not appreciating the way you were speaking to Natalia. He didn’t even think about the way his girlfriend was speaking to you though. As usual.

“I’ll probably get the salad too.” Harry nodded his head and you shook your head as he spoke. Harry would never normally get a salad. Like, that’s so Kardashian of him. Harry, whenever he came here with you, always ordered a cheese and pickle panini, with extra crunchy pickles, a portion of chips and some halloumi fries too. Oh and then a cake for pudding. He wouldn’t have gone for a boring salad. Fucking Natalia was ruining him and you hated to have a front row seat of it.

“Not the usual then?” You tried to joke with him, but he was clearly still pissed off with you for being… you.

“Why, are you?” He asked quizzically.

“Obviously.” You smiled, which made Harry smile for a split second before Natalia pulled him away from you. Your smile disappeared and a frown settled in, knowing it would stay there for a long time.

“Babe, I am here too you know?” Natalia joked, bur you could see the anger and jealousy behind her eyes. If looked could kill you’d be ten feet under, twenty times over by now.

“Sorry, yeah.” Harry cleared his throat and paid closer attention to her.

Lunch went by slowly.

Natalia scoffed when she heard your order; poached eggs on toast with three pieces of crispy bacon on the side, a portion of chips and a mint iced tea. Oh and a cake for pudding, but you’d come to that later. Natalia ate her lettuce as Harry eat his salad as you ate your eggs on toast with bacon and chips. You loved the food, hated the company and couldn’t make up your mind whether you loved or hated being here. Natalia and Harry talked throughout lunch, leaving you out of all their conversations. The only time Harry spoke to you was when he asked whether your food was okay, eyeing it up as if he wanted to make love to it and send his salad to the nearest dumpster.

“Was everything alright for you?” Paul, the owner of the business and dude in charge of the eggs asked you when all your plates were empty as Harry’s growling stomach.

“Lovely, thank you.” Harry responded gratefully.

“Perfect.” You smiled as you handed your dirty plate to Paul.

“It was a bit plain.” Natalia moved her plate away from her in disgust and Paul put on his best customer smile, apologising for that before leaving to go and ring up the bill.

“Okay i’m just going to go for a quick wee before I pay.” Harry announced, getting up from the table to go to the loo.

“Okay babe. Don’t be too long.” She called out and then it was left just you and her.

“Well this was nice.” You tried to be nice, as Harry told you to, and start a meant conversation with your arch enemy. Kill ‘em with kindness - that was Harry’s slogan wasn’t it?

“If you hadn’t have been here then yeah.” She turned her nose up at you.

“Look,” you began, wanting her to understand something, “whatever i’ve done to upset you and make you hate me, i’m sorry. Just, I don’t want you to dislike me and I know that Harry really likes you so I want us to be able to get along.”

“Listen, Y/N,” there it was again - your name spoken with dripping venom, “I don’t want to get along with you. You make me sick. You are such a baby to Harry and you’re needy, which means I don’t get to spend time with my boyfriend—”

“Don’t get to spend time with him?” You had to laugh at that. Apart from today, you’d seen Harry maybe a total of 2 hours this whole week and it was Saturday. “You’re practically attached at the hip.”

“Not enough. Harry needs to keep away from you, you only bring him trouble.”

“I’m his fucking sister.” You shouted quietly, not wanting to disturb the peace for the rest of the customers.

“Not an excuse. Look Y/N, I understand that you are quite lonely and don’t have many friends? Maybe you should consider that’s for a very good reason?” She rhetorically asked you and that made you sit back a bit. She was pulling apart your insecurities now and exposing them to find the most painful parts, so she could watch you suffer with only the curse of her words.

“It’s not like that.” You tried to convince yourself more than her, tears in your eyes over something so hurtful to you.

“No? ‘Cause I think that you aren’t the kind of person anyone wants around, including Harry.” She stood up dusted herself off as he noticed Harry walk back over to the table, smiling as if she hadn’t just shot his sister in the heart.

Her words stung more than a scorpions tale, and yes unfortunately you knew what that felt like. Natalia was right. You were alone, friendless and just trouble. There was a reason that you were all of this and Natalia had hit the nail right on the head with the reason why. You thought of your friends, his they always disappeared and left you and now you sit in the canteen alone or hang out only with yourself on the weekends. You think to Gemma and Anne going away for the weekend, not inviting you because it was age restrictive but you still couldn’t help but think there was a more pressing reason than that. Then you think of Harry and how he was fed up of you. He couldn’t be more resentful of you if he tried. You wanted to be a good friend, a good daughter and most importantly a good sister, but it was so blindingly obvious that you weren’t. You were never going to be.

You stood up from the table too, quickly wiping away a tear from your face before anyone could notice but you didn’t care to see if anyone was actually watching. Harry kissed Natalia and then walked over to the cashier to pay the bill. You noticed Paul and Harry talking and so you walked out of the restaurant and towards the car, still tears in your eyes. You needed to be strong for yourself though, especially because nobody else was going to be.

You stood with you handle to the door of the car waited for Harry to come and unlock it. You heard high heels before the car was unlocked, unfortunately.

“Excuse me, but I ride front.” Natalia spat at you, removing your hand from the door and chivvying you to the back of the car instead.

“You’re coming with us?” You asked, your heart aching that little bit more. You didn’t want to spend another minute in her presence and yet she would now probably spend the rest of the week until your mum and sister came back.

“Ye—”

“No she’s not.” Harry walked out of the restaurant and over to the car, standing in between the both of you but a little more towards you.

“Babe? What do you mean?” Natalia asked, a little bit shocked at his tone with her.

“Firstly dont babe me. Secondly, get your hand off my car. Thirdly, don’t ever come near me or my sister ever again.” Harry ordered angrily. You’d never seen him this angry before. You stood behind him, afraid of what was about to go down.

“What has she said to you, because—”

“She’s my sister and she’s got a name. Y/N didn’t tell me anything. Lemon Puffs, however, has eyes and ears everywhere and it’s amazing the stories you hear when you’re stood at the cashier or next to someone at the urinals.” Harry accused Natalia and she went hot red in the face, embarrassed that this conversation was actually happening.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“No? Maybe this will jog your memory. ‘I think you aren’t the kind of person anyone wants around, including Harry.’” Harry raised his eyebrows and crossed his arms over his chest confrontationally. Guarding and protecting you. You felt safe.

“Wha— You think I would say that?” Natalia asked, pretending to be offended by the accusation.

“I don’t know, let’s ask Y/N shall we? Y/N, did Natalia say that to you?” Harry asked, turning to look at you with hope in his eyes, but also sorriness for everything that’s happened. You could see it all behind his eyes and you wanted to squeeze him tight to accept his apology, because you loved him and you needed him.

“Y-yes.” You answered, looking down so you didn’t have to make eye contact with Natalia.

“Harry you can’t possibly believe her.” Natalia laughed, but there was heavy insecurity in her tone.

“I trust her more than anyone. More than you. I trust Y/N with my life.” Harry back answered, taking no more bullshit from his ex-girlfriend. “We’re done Natalia. Okay? I don’t want to see you ever again. What you’ve said and done to my sister is unforgivable and I don’t want someone like you in my life.”

“You were a dick too.” You added quietly behind him and he just turned round to smile and wink at you.

“So what? That’s it?” Natalia asked, dumbfounded.

“Bye Natalia.” Harry walked around to the drivers seat and you to the passenger side. He stopped before opening the door though, wanting to say one last thing. “The bill was split in half by the way. Paul’s just inside waiting for you to pay.”

With that, you both got in the car, laughing at Natalia’s reaction and just everything. Apologises were made and promises of no relationships until you two had built back up yours were sworn. It would take time, but Harry was willing to prove that he was a good brother and you were always going to be someone he wanted around.

[kimthwariru]

Namjoon reaction—calling him a ‘friend’ when he clearly has a thing for you

❀genre: smut, a bit of fluff

❀collage au

(This was originally supposed to be a quick reaction but something happened to me and I couldn’t stop writing)

“Look, Jisoo, I’d agree with you, but then we’d both be wrong” you flash a cheeky smile at your best friend. She’s being going on and on about how this Kim Namjoon guy had a thing for you.

You can’t lie, you’ve seen him around in campus and sometimes you’d wish he would suffocate you with these thighs of his. Ugh. The perfect combo, lean yet masculine physique with a brain that actually functions for a change. You’ve seen the way these collage girls were circling him around and you can’t blame them, the guy was a catch.

But he was not your crowd of people. He was outgoing, social and had loads of what you like to call “the lad friends”. You guessed his main activities were partying and getting shitfaced every night.

You’ve talked to him a couple of times. He uses the same bench as you to read now and then. You would eventually take sneak peeks at the books he was reading, check if he had any taste or not, and the result was always better than what you expected. This guy knew books. He was not just reading what was on the best seller’s that week to look sophisticated in front of others.

When he caught you peaking he’d started having small talk with you. You swear you’ve never experienced a better conversation flow with another human being. This guy screamed comfort. He seemed genuinely curious about the things you were saying. None of that painful act of pretending to be interested just because he wanted to get laid. You had been talking with him for a month straight and aside from a few moments of some what flirty looks his actions never suggested something more.

His aura was welcoming and he always paid attention to the little things. Unlike some other shallow guys out there, he felt…different.

But how different could he really be? You’ve seen the people he hangs out with. Kim Taehyung? He had a relationship with three girls at the same time. Didn’t even apologize for being the biggest jerk in history. You’ve heard Jung Hoseok’s body count was reaching a 3 digit number AND Jeon Jungkook once fucked 4 different girls at the same night.

Just thinking about it makes you sick. It pains you to admit but there’s only one truth to this. Even if Kim Namjoon was interesting, he was definitely a person you needed to stay away from. All the data point to a big fuckboy alert!

“Come on y/n…. If he wasn’t even in the slightest interested in you then why did he tell me explicitly that he wanted you to attend the party??”

“An invitation to a party doesn’t mean anything. Besides, I’m sure I’m not his style. Have you seen the type of girls he hangs out with? Yikes.”

Jisoo smirked at you “Oh, I see you’re stalking him now?”

You shake your head “Don’t be ridiculous! We take Econ together, that’s all. What? Am I supposed to cover my eyes every time I see him?”

“Maybe you should” Jisoo came closer to you “Y/n, we’re going to that party”

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“This is a big mistake, I’ll get bored within the hour” You scream at Jisoo over the loud music.

“Don’t be a whiney ass and enjoy yourself for once” she handed you a drink.

Enjoy yourself for once. You and Jisoo’s definition of enjoying one self were clearly very different. You scan the room to look for any familiar faces you could talk to. Unfortunately, not a lot of your acquaintances attended frat parties.

Your head motion immediately pauses when you meet eyes with Namjoon across the garden. Was he looking at you this whole time? You feel your cheeks burn.

Initially, you don’t know how to react but eventually you flash him a small smile and focus back on Jisoo

“Kim Namjoon just gave me the biggest stare of all time” you say as you down your drink

“What!?” Jisoo’s eyes widened “This is the time where I say I told you so.”

You think for a second that maybe Jisoo was right all along. But that just makes the whole thing more dangerous for you. You can’t lie, Namjoon is attractive, but you knew he was trouble. Maybe he liked you today and then liked another girl tomorrow.

Suddenly, you feel a hand touch your shoulder “Hey y/n, Jisoo. Glad you guys made it” Namjoon’s low voice pierced your ears.

Jisoo gave you a look before replying to him “Hey!! We couldn’t miss such a night!” She smiled “right y/n??”

“Yeah!! Totally” you cheer kind of awkwardly.

Namjoon’s eyes fixed on you. You felt his stare eat you up. His whole presence felt angelic yet overwhelming. “Do you guys maybe want to join us? We’re sitting right by the pool”

“Oh! Sure, why not!” Jisoo answered almost immediately

You were walking towards the pool, Namjoon was pacing right next to you, he was so close to the point where you could sort of smell his cologne. You swear you could get drunk off his scent.

“I have to be honest, I didn’t think you’d actually come” He chuckled

“Are you disappointed?” You teased and raised an eyebrow.

You see a dimple smile making its appearance, how can this dude be so incredibly hot and cute at the same time? “I think pleasantly surprised would be the right way to put it”

Why do you feel like you can not breath? He hasn’t said much, yet you feel yourself burn up all of a sudden. “Good to know” you smile back.

“Joon! You have to see this” was the first thing Taehyung yelled when you arrived to the place where the guys were sitting “12 o’clock, Hobi making out with Mina from 3rd year. Can you believe it? After two years of trying to get it, he finally succeeds”

Of course the main talk is girls. No surprise there.

“Jungkook bitch, you owe me 20 bucks” Taehyung eyed Jungkook

Your expression screamed disgust. Apparently, Namjoon noticed “They are not as bad as they seem” he elbowed you.

You give him and awkward laugh “I’ll take your word for it” You lie.

“Guys, this is Jisoo and y/n. Can you stop trying to head lock each other and say hello? You’re embarrassing me” Namjoon introduced the pair of you to the boys who were still arguing about the bet. 

“Oh, hey girls.” Taehyung paused to inspect Jisoo’s face. “Hey, business and shipping? Ain’t it?”

“Oh, yeah, right!” Jisoo smiled

“Hyung aren’t you taking that class for like the third time? How many times can you fail you recon?” Jungkook teased him and Taehyung answered by giving him a slap on the shoulder.

“Hey y/n, do you want to go grab a drink? I think you’ll need it if you are to tolerate these guys” Namjoon offered.

“I trust you know best” you smile and quickly follow behind him. His shoulders wide and his muscles very visible even through his airy shirt. This guy was a whole statue.

“By the way, I’ve never seen you at parties before. I think I saw you once at the December ball but that’s about it. Not really a big fan of these kind of things, are you?” He suddenly said. You can’t really decode his words. How did Kim Namjoon know you even went to the December ball? You’re pretty sure you didn’t even talk to him that night.

“Interested in me much?” You give him a cheeky smile but he was just looking at you, a couple of seconds passed without him responding “I’m only joking! It’s true I don’t really attend these sort sort of things.”

“And what do you do for fun miss y/n?” He laughs and you swear if you could bottle the sound and get drunk on it you would.

“Oh you’ll think I’m lame”

“Try me” he said in a serious tone while starring right through your eyes. Suddenly, your body felt too heavy for your legs to bear. How can he get to you like that?

“Okay…” You start, him looking at you like that didn’t help control your train of thought, but you manage to get a hold of yourself “So you know that little corner cafe on willow street? Every Friday they have these comedy music nights. A guy-“

“Park Jihoon and the little funny guitar, yeah! I used to go there every Friday during my freshman years! Do they still do that old thing? I swear the pun with the atom never failed to make my day.” He started laughing again.

“Whoah what? You’re telling me you’ve been to the shrieking shack?” That place was a little treasure you’d found earlier this year. It was an amazingly cozy place, perfect during the cold winter time. The staff were all so kind and wore these big oversized colorful ties. But the people going there were all much older than you. You’ve never heard someone your age talk about that place. Let alone a person like Namjoon.

“Careful how you talk to a veteran y/n. I’ve basically helped to build the place” he chuckled.

“Y/n is that you?” A familiar voice greeted you.

“Jimin! Oh my god, hey! It’s been ages since I’ve seen you!” You hug him.

Jimin was a great soul, he majored in contemporary dance and ballet. He had been traveling for the past couple of years enrolling in some extra ballet classes in the magical city of Paris. You envied him for his talent and admired him for his passion.

“Girl, you have to come visit me. You’ll love Europe!”

“I would also LOVE to have some money in my wallet” you laugh “Oh Jimin, this is my friend, Namjoon. We go to collage together”

Namjoon gave you a look and soon after shook Jimin’s hand “What’s up. Nice to meet you”

“Nice to meet you too! But y/n, I’m so so sorry, I have to go. I was actually on my way out just now. I sort of uhm, have a thing-you know” he coughed “I’m leaving in two weeks, can we please meet before that?”

You knew Jimin was probably off to his ex boyfriends house. They broke up before Jimin left for Paris but every time he got back he’d have a couple of hookups with him. “Oh yeah! I bet you’ve got something very important right now, you better go quickly” you teased him “I’ll text you tomorrow, ok?”

Jimin laughed so much his eyes were barely visible “definitely! text me! I’ll be off then! Bye mister Kim Namjoon” he playfully said and was out of your sight a second later.

“You two seem…close” Namjoon suddenly commented

“Yeah! We were! But he has been studying abroad for like two years now.”

Namjoon’s facial expression was quite enigmatic “Did you guys ever… you know”

“Oh no no no.” You pause to make a small chuckle “Jimin isn’t exactly interested in, well, girls like me, or to be exact, girls in general”

Namjoon’s eyes widened and he immediately bursted into laughter “oh… I see” he made a pause “So tell me then, how come the old soul that never goes to parties finally attends one?”

You feel your cheeks burn red. Partly because the reason you went was him. You don’t know why, but the past month you and Namjoon hit it off very well and you wanted to test Jisoo’s crazy theory, you wanted to make sure for yourself if Namjoon was interested in you or not. Now the problem was, even if it turned out he did like you, you didn’t know what you’d do exactly. Namjoon was a really nice guy, but he didn’t come without his red flags.

“Just wanted to try something different, I guess”

“And how’s that 'different' treating you so far?”

What could you possibly tell him? That you have enjoyed every minute you guys have been talking? That you think that just by staring at you he could make you feel things no other guy could? You barely can admit all of that to yourself. “I think pleasantly surprised is the right way to put it” you repeat his words from before.

You see him smile at that. “You know what y/n? I’m really happy you came”

How can he make your heart beat so fast with just one sentence? “Oh really? And why is that?”

“I don’t know, I guess… I just like talking to you, you know? Whenever I’m around you I feel at ease, like I can tell you anything. I feel different when I’m with you, but in a good way”

“Wow” that sound escaped your lips without your consent

Namjoon laughed “Why? Is it too weird?”

“No! Definitely not weird, more like, I don’t know, surprising?”

“In what way?”

“Well you’re… Kim Namjoon, you’re the 2021 class president and you’re like the most popular guy in the whole campus right now.” You made a pause “And I’m just..-“

“The most interesting girl I’ve ever met” he cuts you off

The way he was looking down at you made butterflies grow in your stomach “You really think so?”

He gently grabbed your waist and pulled you closer to him “I know so” he leaned down, you swear his eyes had the whole galaxy painted inside of them. You couldn’t even breath properly at this point. Kim Namjoon was too close and the only thing you were thinking about was how well his kiss would feel “God, you’re so beautiful” he said and pulled you in for a soft, gentle kiss.

You couldn’t believe your senses. Kim Namjoon was kissing you and you really thought the earth had stopped spinning right then and there. You could feel his big palms traveling up and down your back.

His kiss was breathless, jubilant, filled with the joy of life, and you should stop him, he is no good to you, you know that, but his scent is delightful and his lips are so warm.

Unconsciously, your hands reach the inside of his shirt. His skin hot and soft at the touch.

"y/n" he practically moans your name, and just the sound makes your knees go week "Don't do that, I don't think I'll be able to stop"

"Who said anything about stopping?" You say and go back to kiss him even more passionately this time.

“There’s a lot of people here, my room is upstairs, would you perhaps want to-“

“Yes.” You immediately say. You don’t care about anything anymore, you’d let your future self deal with the consequences of today’s actions. The only thing that has been lingering in your mind is how good he’d feel inside of you.

The moment you’re finally alone in his room, he lifts you up, swinging you around and kissing you. It was like a dream. Namjoon was everything you wanted. Your reluctance about getting with him didn’t matter any more, the tingly feeling in your stomach overtook every single bit of hesitation you had. You needed him.

“God, you’re lovely” he exhaled

He looks at you as he sinks you down on the bed. Planting a soft kiss before his hands quickly begun to peel away clothes, yanking his belt loose, fumbling hurriedly at his trousers.

You look at his lips tracing your skin and the faint moisture left behind, you look at his muscly arms as he lifts you up and sinks you down again, you look at him looking at you, with eyes brighter than the sun itself. Was this all a dream?

When your dress was finally off he undoes your bra clasp on the way down. Slowly planting kisses on your collarbone, the tops of your breasts, your sternum, and you arched you back as you were needy for more.

His lips finally reach your nipples .Your boobs smooth under his hands, your nipple firm under his tongue, and there, that makes you squirm again, a little more insistently this time.

“Fuck, I’m so fucking wet right now, I feel it” You moan

You see him raise an eyebrow. A vivid smirk painted on his face “Let’s check, shall we?”

He splays his hand low across your belly, and the first brush of his thumb over your clit makes you breathe in sharply and him forget to breathe at all.

“I’m your friend?” He breaths in, his voice dangerously low

“Oh come on” You manage to say in between moans “what was I supposed to tell Jimin?”

His strokes and flicks are light and teasing, his thumb carefully circling around your clit. He gives you a slow, constant, unyielding pressure that makes your breath come up short, makes your toes curl in the effort not to move.

“I’m gonna fuck the word ‘friend’ right out of your pretty little mouth” he covers your mouth with an intense kiss before slipping two fingers of his free hand inside of you, and you makes a noise like triumph and want all wrapped up together. If his fingers felt like this, you can’t imagine how his dick felt like.

“Hmm?” He doesn’t look up, he keeps his eyes on his hands, on you, spread out beneath him “You like that baby?”

God, just the way the word 'baby' sounded coming from his mouth could make you come right this second. You look at him, his eyes look as hungry as his voice sounded. This dude was out of this world.

“Please Namjoon, I want it, I want you inside of me right now”

Namjoon lowered his underwear, and simply pressed his hard member on your slit. You could feel his balls softly caressing your clit as he made subtle movements while kissing you. “Such a needy little thing” he teases “Tell me how bad you want my cock inside of you”

“Oh..” you moan “I’d do anything, please…give it to me… fuck me like you own me” you whined as you used your pussy to caress his length up and down. He seemed to enjoy they way you touched him.

“Fuck y/n… that feels so good” he rests his forehead on yours.

“Imagine what my inside will feel then” you whisper in his ear “I’m such a tight good girl” you move your mouth in front of his, bitting his bottom lip as he growled when he felt your movement grow faster

“Fucking hell” he immobilized your body with his hands and pressed you down to the bed. He immediately shoves his dick inside you, filing you up to the brim before staying there for a couple of seconds and then pulling out completely. That movement made your vagina crave to be filled all the way up again.

“More” you whine, a dopey expression all over your face. You were so needy of him, but you didn’t care.

He lowered his left hand towards your thigh and gave it a big squeeze, kissing you aggressively while doing so. He quickly braced himself back into you, you felt your walls completely wrap around his member. It felt magical.

His strokes long and steady in the beginning. Every time he went in and out completely you felt the pit of your stomach burn in pleasure. Namjoon was doing everything right, you can’t lie to yourself, this is the best sex you’ve ever had. Normally with other guys you don’t even come close to coming, but now, you feel yourself trying not to do so.

“You like my dick being inside of you baby?” He plants a small kiss on your neck and goosebumps run down your spine.

‘Like’ was nowhere near good enough of a word to explain how much the sensation of him thrusting his hard member in and out of you made you feel. “I love it Namjoon… I just love it…”

Your words must’ve turned Namjoon even more on, because his pace immediately started becoming faster and sloppier. Every time your skin touched a loud sound could be heard. Namjoon was thrusting deeper and deeper into you, and every time he’d fill you up completely you’d cry out his name.

“Ah, I like my name so much better when you fucking moan it like that” he says and started shoving his dick inside of you like crazy. You could tell he was close to coming, and so were you.

It wasn’t long until you felt your walls clenching and your toes curling. The sensation overtook all of your body, it was mad… your heart beat uncontrollable. Namjoon made you feel a completely new range of emotions.

“Ah y/n, I can feel you cumming all over my dick” his voice cracky, You could see how turned on he was by all of this, by you. “Fuck” he shoved harder “You’re so” harder “fucking hot”

Namjoon stopped and pulled out immediately spreading his cum all over your tummy. The sight was breathtaking, you’ve never found a man so attractive while coming before, but then, Namjoon is no ordinary man.

He quickly grabs a couple of tissues and wipes you clean before laying on top of you again, placing another soft kiss this time. His hand playing with your hair. You were both naked and sweaty and a mess but it felt so magical. You wrapped your hands around his broad shoulders, pulling him even closer to you. You didn’t want even a centimeter of distance between you and him.

He suddenly stopped kissing you and simply stared at your eyes. After a minute or two, or maybe three, you're not really sure, time didn't exist right now, he tacked a string of hair behind your left ear.

“Y/n, let me take you on a date. Please. I know you don’t normally go out with guys like me, but I swear I’ll make it worth your while-“

“Park Jihoon and the little funny guitar. How does that sound? Or are you too good for the shrieking shack now?” You chuckled

“I’d love that” he smiled, making your heart melt a little.

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A Little Kindness: Chapter Seven

AO3 Explanation of AU

Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 8, 9, 10, 11

Summary: In which Raine meets Hunter years before canon, and decides that a kid like him could use all the help he could get with an uncle like Belos. Even if they couldn't go much, they could try something, couldn't they?  Years down the line, Raine is exposed as a traitor to the Emperor's Coven, and they are bound by the brand on their own wrist. Hunter notices. And as to be expected, he has more than a few complaints. It's not a big surprise on who he goes to for help.

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The moment Hunter touched down outside the Owl House and Katya stumbled off his staff, he was throwing open the front door (while firmly ignoring the complaints of the door demon) and whirling back to the others, who had just barely begun to touch the ground. Looking back on it, he supposed he may have looked a little deranged. 

“Okay, okay, get them somewhere to lay down,” He began to list off. “Check if they’re starved or dehydrated, make sure there’s no tracker of some sort embedded on them, for Titan’s sake get them something clean, see if there’s anything conscious going on in their head--”

“Hey, Goldie, breathe.” Eda said, tucking in her wings as she gazed over him. “You look ready to pass out.”

“I do not.” Hunter retorted, though he did pause to take in a far deeper breath than he thought he needed, if only because he was a little lightheaded. “I’m listing down the essentials, because I need to go.”

“What?” Luz jerked up, clutching Eda’s staff close as everyone gave him varying confused expressions.

“Belos will be needing the Golden Guard for a breakout like this,” Hunter gestured with the hand not holding his staff towards Raine, still in Eda’s arms. “I’m here to make sure you don’t immediately kill them and go back before I get in even worse trouble than I already am!”

“Dude, you can’t fly back like that!” Katya waved in his general direction. “Doesn’t your back hurt?”

“Absolutely,” He confirmed, like he was commenting on the weather. “But I can cover this up pretty easily. Normally I’d say it works out for me,” He ignored the concerned looks that got him. “But Kiki knows that the person she fought got their back burned, so now it's a disadvantage.”

“Please don’t tell me you’re not seriously saying getting your back flayed off was a good thing.” Derwin said, pressing his hands together in front of his face.

“I said it would have been.” Hunter corrected. “And relax, would you? I can bounce back from this.” Hunter insisted, straightening himself from standing hunched over before instantly regretting it and leaning on his staff with a pained hiss. Yup, those felt like blisters. Fantastic.

Luz was quick to approach him, reaching hands that he cowered away from, he did not trust her to avoid accidentally touching an injury. He eyed her hands and noted the edges of his vision were blurring. A little worrying, but nothing to panic about. It was fine, this was fine.

“You need to have someone look at that,” Luz said, hands hovering just off from touching him. 

“This is nothing,” Hunter insisted, forcing himself not to double over and gritted his teeth. “Just, don’t kill Raine on the first day they’re under your care, at least? I can’t-I can’t stay here.”

“Dude, seriously,” Even Amber was looking at him worriedly now, which did not help matters. “You need to sit down.”

“I need this to not blow up.” Hunter stressed, eyes snapping to Raine still in Eda’s claws, watching the sharp edges like they were already ripping skin apart. Eda cradled their head closer in her taloned hands under his stare, Raine still blank and limp.

“Hurt them,” He started darkly, pointing a finger towards Eda. “And you don’t want to know what I could do.” He warned.

“I wouldn’t dream of it.” Eda insisted, looking appalled at the thought. “You gotta breathe, Hunter.” She said, long ears flicking back, and some part of his mind said this was the first time she addressed him by his name. “We don’t need to panic just yet.”

“I’m not panicking,” Hunter shot back, hating how his voice cracked. Now wasn’t the time to freak out, now wasn’t the time to freak out. He could panic later, he could worry about all of this in the solitude of his room, but most certainly not here, and not now. “Just get them inside.”

Eda didn’t argue with that, for once. Hooty had gone quiet during all the bickering, head peeking out from behind the wide open door as Eda wriggled her way into her house, her height and wings making it difficult to fit through the doorway. But she made it in, without a scratch on Raine. Hunter followed right behind, walking stiff and forced as the others trickled in.

Eda gently set Raine down on the couch, leaning backwards so they stayed seated upright, though their head lolled to the side, lifeless. Eda was clearly disturbed by it all, her feathers puffing up and claws clinking anxiously together as she released them, very reluctantly, with one hand lingered on their arm.

“Great,” Hunter clapped his hands together, forcing back the feeling of his nerves also spiking at the sight. “Just...do what I said, the starvation and dehydration are the most important parts. The tracker is also important, but their survival is just a bit more so, no offence. Good luck.”

“Hunter, your back--”

“Is fine.” He hissed, wedging himself around Eda to stand before Raine. “We got Raine, now we just need to get them back to normal. We’re at the halfway mark, hopefully, but we’re not out of the woods just yet. We’ll worry about trivial matters later.” He gritted out, looking back and seeing concerned and frankly appalled expressions greeting him.

“Not that I’m worried, but,” King started, and despite his words, looked very worried. “Did you just say burns are trivial? Have you seen what your back looks like?”

“It’s the Boiling Isles,” Hunter scoffed, forcing himself to keep his eyes on Raine, because great Titan the shock was beginning to wear off, and that wound was starting to hurt a lot more “This is to be expected.”

“I don’t think that's--”

“Just forget it.” Hunter grumbled, digging around in the pockets of his cloak for a moment. He brushed by his mask, his palisman still trying to reorient itself (he didn’t know why he felt a little bad about that one, Luz had been the one to swing them, after all), and finally found the bar of candy that he’d neglected to eat earlier that morning.

He withdrew it, ignored the almost scolding look from Eda (he was vaguely reminded of the Guard Captains who would scold their scouts for putting too much work on themselves, whenever they thought he wasn’t listening), and used his other hand to lift Raine’s hand and place the bar in it. He paused for a moment, then enclosed Raine’s fist around the bar and stepped away.

“Don’t do anything overly stupid while I’m gone.” He said, stepping away from Raine with one last glance back, refusing to let himself show any more concern than he already had, and made a beeline for the front door.

“Wait, wait!” Luz darted up to him before the others, grabbing his wrist.

Hunter jumped, yanking himself free of her grasp as he whirled his head to hers, ears pinned back. Luz drew away and gave him a guilty, apologetic look. He was a little confused why she was giving him that look at all, and why it made him feel like an ass.

“Sorry, I just,” Luz dug around in her pockets for a moment, before withdrawing two glyphs and handing them to him.

He eyed her for a moment, but took them to look it over. They were ice glyphs, small ones. He glanced at Luz for a moment before stuffing those, too, into the pocket lining of his cloak.

“If you’re not gonna take anything for you back, the least you can get is some ice on it. Just make sure you wrap it before you put it on any skin,” Luz told him. “That’s not good for--”

“I’ve had ice packs before, Luz.” Hunter deadpanned, neglecting to mention most of them had been the equivalent of frozen meat from the Castle’s cafeteria or packs he’d have to steal from the infirmary in the dead of night. “But,” He started when Luz’s apologetic look didn't falter. “Thanks.” He said, in the most painfully awkward way he thought possible.

With that, and one last gaze around the assorted, who did not look all that comforted in contrast to the small smile Luz offered at his thanks, and a second lingering look on Raine, he turned on his heel and out the front door that they had neglected to close.

“Is he leaving already?” Hooty called, slithering free of being crushed against the wall to peek inside as Hunter raised his staff. “But he just got here! I wanted to ask him--”

Hunter, keeping his eyes locked on the horizon, and without a word, teleported himself into the sky.

 ,

He flew back to his window, keeping low so as to avoid being spotted by the guards running around like chickens with their heads cut off. He figured it’d only be a matter of time before they realized it was the Owl Lady and her human who helped break out Raine Whispers.

Hunter hovered in front of his locked window, using his staff's magic to unlock it from the inside and throwing it open. He slipped inside, suppressing a yelp as his back scraped against the window and he fell to the floor.

He may have curled up on the tile for a moment, hands griping his hair as he told himself to stop freaking out, now is not the time, you’re going to feel better in a few minutes and think this was stupid, so quit it. But that was neither here nor there.

He heard a chirp and felt something bump against his side, and moved his arm just a bit to reveal his palisman, no longer delirious from being swung around haphazardly, looking up at him with concern.

“It’s fine,” He rasped, slowly releasing his grip on his hair. “You’re right, you’re right, I gotta keep moving.”

The cardinal gave him a look like he was the biggest idiot in the world, which, first of all, rude, and hopped out of the way as Hunter pushed himself to his feet, grabbing at his bed frame to help him up. He winced and hissed with the effort, wondering if he should bother to assess the damage of his back for himself before deciding against it. He didn’t have that kind of time.

So instead he unclasped his cloak, kicking the burnt fabric under his bed as his palisman cheeped and flew towards his closet, already knowing the drill by now. He pulled his med kit off his bedside table and sifted around in it before producing a roll of gauze and Vaseline.

He wouldn’t be able to move around much if he just wrapped some ice up to his back, so he’d just have to suck it up. This was his own fault, anyway. He’d been so anxious, back when he first realized of Raine’s capture, that he flew to Luz without his under armor, so now his back was fried, because he couldn’t stop to think for two seconds.

He lifted his shirt, bunching it up around his neck instead of taking it off, uncapping the Vaseline and smearing a bunch on his hand. He reached behind him and haphazardly slathered it on the upper part of his back, where the majority and worst of his burns were (and great Titan it stung like a bitch) and called it a day. He didn’t have the luxury to be precise. 

As soon as he started attempting to wrap the gauzes around himself, his palisman flew over with a new cloak between its talons, dumping it on his bed. He gave up on the gauzes and tossed them aside. He’d live.

He pushed his shirt back down and snatched his cloak off the bed, draping it over his shoulders. His cardinal started to peck at his gauzes, but Hunter wasn’t paying much attention.

“Mask, mask, mask,” He mumbled, looking wildly about his room for a moment before almost smacking himself and dropping to look under his bed.

He felt wildly about until he clutched the fabric of his old cloak, yanking it out while berating himself for being so eager to hide it from sight he forgot what he still had within the pockets.

He hurriedly withdrew his mask and secured it over his face, throwing his hood up and snatching his staff from where he’d left it on the floor. He rushed to his door, grabbing the handle as he looked back towards his palisman, who looked ready to fly after him, whispering a “stay here” before bolting off.

He rushed through the hallways, darting around guards that either paid him no mind or uttered a quick “sorry, sir” when they came a little too close. He kept his eyes set dead ahead and resisted using his staff to fly towards his uncle's throne room. He’d look even more guilty if he did that.

“Oh, uh, Golden Guard, sir,” One of the guards said as he passed him, one hand raised. “The Emperor said he wanted to--”

“I know.” Hunter snapped behind him, not even looking back as he kept moving.

He tallied up the excuses in his head, crossing off the ones that wouldn’t work and knowing that no matter what he said, Belos wasn’t going to like it. He had no excuse that would save him from any retaliation, but then again, it was almost impossible not to.

So long he wasn’t suspected, it would be a win.

He looked up, and saw the throne room doors before him. He held his staff just a little bit tighter, ignored the curious looks from the guards posted in front of it, and pushed one of the doors open.

Emperor Belos was speaking to two Guard Captains, his gloved, clawed hand digging into the arm of his throne the only sign that he was agitated. Great, Hunter loved coming in at the worst possible moments.

Their discussion cut off as the sound of the door opening reached them, and three heads turned towards Hunter walking in.

He forced back the urge to slip out again and mumble an apology as he went, and instead strode as confidently as he could into the room.

“I was told you summoned me.” He said, like the Captains were the ones butting-in.

“You're late.” Belos said, which did not bode well.

“Apologies, sir.” Hunter said, priding himself on his voice remaining level as he approached the throne, dropping to a one-kneed bow and ignoring the surprised looks the Guard Captains were giving him, back feeling like it was on fire. “The hallways are filled to the brim with panicking guards.”

“Oh great,” One of the Captains muttered. “Sir, may we--”

“You are dismissed. Both of you.” Belos said firmly, head never turning away from Hunter. Oh, this was going to be a nightmare.

“Y-yes, sir.” The second Captain nodded, nudging their friend in a quick haste to hurry out of the throne room. There were no guards standing beside Belos at this time, likely busy trying to rally their fellow scouts. They’d be alone.

This was fine.

The door shut with a soft echo, and Hunter never let his eyes stray from Belos. He watched his every movement, and especially the ground before him, awaiting a spike. Belos started tapping his fingers on the arm of his throne and Hunter had to resist the urge to jump at the sudden noise.

“Where were you?” He asked, unnervingly calm. 

“The library,” Hunter decided on. “I was in the upper levels, since I had the day off, and I had not been expecting I would be needed anytime soon. By the time I realized something was going on, I had to go back to my room to grab my disguise and headed out to help. But I was told by a guard passing by that you wanted to see me, so I doubled back.”

The library was rarely used in the Castle, and Hunter had for years been fascinated with the old confiscated books in it. He’d found countless hiding places where he could barely hear or be bothered by anyone, and Belos knew this all too well from finding him there when he was younger. 

And, as a bonus, he’d passed plenty of guards on his way back to the Castle, only hiding when approaching his window. They knew better than to snitch and say that he’d looked injured on his way back, if they saw it at all. Injuries like that being reported in the Emperor’s Coven never ended well for either party, the injured being interrogated and practically punished for not being able to perform as well as before, and the one who reported it being berated for not stopping this from happening, even if they weren’t in the area at the time.

Not an exactly foolproof plan, but it's the best idea he had.

“The library.” Belos repeated, slowly.

“I’m sorry,” He said, swallowing. Best to start out with that. “I really hadn’t thought I’d be needed today. I was just...having a break.”

A break. A break, he says! Oh isn’t that wonderful, he hesitates, and then calls it a break. Genius move there, prodigy.

He stayed quiet, despite the panic, grateful for the mask to hide the range of emotions across his face. Belos watched him silently for a few moments, letting him sit in his turmoil. An old tactic, letting Hunter stew in his emotions to see if he’d crack. It stopped working when he was eleven.

“Are you aware of what happened?” Belos asked then.

“Yes, the guards explained it.” Hunter said, daring not to be relieved, not yet. “Raine Whispers has escaped imprisonment.”

“Do you know how?” Belos inquired, continuing before Hunter could answer. “Kikimora was there. She says that our old friend the Owl Lady was part of the attack, along with that human of hers.”

“Are we going to go after them?” Hunter asked, raising his head just a bit.

“No,” Belos said, surprising him. “Not yet. We know where their residence is, and to be quite honest, I do believe we can make this work to our advantage.”

“How so?” Hunter pressed, worry curling uncomfortably in his chest.

“Patience, you’ll know when it's your time.” Belos waved it off. It wasn’t his place to know yet. “Kikimora has also said that Whispers’ crew were part of the attack, after only having broken out of the Conformatorium, also with the help of some familiar faces, only yesterday.”

Hunter knew there was more to this, so he kept his mouth shut. He would not be berated for interrupting. 

“She mentioned an unfamiliar figure that stole the mask off one of the guards.” Belos continued after a moment, and Hunter felt his blood go cold. “One with a familiar voice, she said. And a staff that held no palisman.”

His staff. His staff. Of course she would recognize the staff! There were a total of two staffs in the entire Boiling Isles that had no palisman, who wouldn’t notice that? Especially when it was literally shoved in your face.

“But,” Hunter started, and damn his stubbornness, because if by some grace of the Titan he could escape his, he’d cling to it like a dying man. He might as well be one. “But we own the only staffs that don’t bear palismen.”

“I’m aware.” Belos said coldly, still watching him.

“I, Belos, I assure you,” Hunter yelled at himself internally to stop stumbling over your words, he’s going to notice. “I was in the library, why in the world would I be part of a rescue for Raine Whispers of all witches?”

“That’s what I was wondering.” Belos said, standing from his throne. Hunter stayed rooted to the spot. “Kikimora was...quite insistent it had to be you.” He said, and Hunter could very easily visualize the scrunched expression Belos had.

“She--you know how Kikimora feels about me.” Hunter said, hurriedly standing, hands clasped tightly behind his back with a white-knuckled grip on his staff. “Surely you can’t honestly believe that I would do such a thing?”

“I’ll admit, Kikimora has always had a bit of an...issue, with you in particular.” Belos said, slowly walking down from his throne. It’d been a long-known fact that Kikimora wasn’t a fan of Hunter, and he will admit, her trying to murder him not that long ago was only a slight surprise. “Still, this is a grave accusation to make, even for her.”

“Uncle, I promise,” Hunter said, and he mentally slapped himself for pulling out the uncle card, way to be a jackass. “I hadn’t even known where you were holding Whispers. What could I possibly gain from helping them escape? The Day of Unity is fast approaching, and you know I would never dare stop that. I want to see your plan go through more than anyone else.”

And there goes that twinge of guilt. Because, yes, he did want to see the Day of Unity come to fruition. His uncle had always talked fondly of the human realm, with a faraway, longing look in his eyes. He could never keep Belos away from a place he so obviously missed. He wanted to see it, too. Belos wanted to show it to him. It’s what he had talked about for years. It might even be, dare he say it, fun.

Course, on the subject of needing all Coven Heads present, he’d already thought that plan through. If Whispers couldn’t be there on the very day, then surely Belos would have to grab the next most-powerful bard and promote them on the spot, it couldn’t be that hard, could it? Or maybe he could bring in Whispers, have them there to open the portal, and usher them out again. Belos wouldn’t care to have them then, his plan would’ve been completed.

He could fix this.

Belos was standing before him now, a towering figure looking down at him. The mask always unnerved him, even if it was more familiar than his actual face. Looking at his uncle's real face always had a sense of wrongness to it that he never really got over, as awful as that made him feel.

“Oh, Hunter,” Belos sighed, raising a hand. Hunter forced himself not to flinch as it brushed by his head, gently sliding his hood back before clawed gloves hooked around his mask. “I know you do.” He said, almost soft, as he peeled the mask away from Hunter’s face.

He schooled his expression to something determined, hardened, with his desperation hopefully being passed off as confusion. He stopped his ears from twitching down as he stared up at his uncle's mask, exposed.

“Perhaps someone made another artificial staff.” Hunter reasoned, never taking his eyes off Belos. “I--you know I don’t want to accuse Kikimora of lying, that’d be a little much now, so maybe--”

“Hunter.”

He snapped his mouth shut.

“I need you to be completely honest with me, do you understand?” Belos said, and on Hunter’s shaky nod, placed his other hand on Hunter’s shoulder, digging in and definitely piercing holes. “You are saying that you were in the library? The entire time?”

It was his final way out, to confess. And were this something different, Hunter may just give in. Because half the time his uncle asked like this, he already knew the answer to it, and was checking to make sure Hunter wouldn’t really lie to him. He felt the phantom sting of a crisscrossing scar along his thigh, one that had very nearly hit an artery. It was years old, but it served as the reminder it was made to be.

But he couldn’t afford to crack now. If Belos believed Kikimora’s words, then it wouldn’t matter if he told the truth or not. There was a small sliver of chance that he hadn’t already made his decision, and for what it was worth, he had to take it.

So, shoving down the gaping hole of guilt opening up inside him, he switched his expression to something accepting, as though he was reporting on something as simple as a routine patrol.

“Yes, sir.” He said, a finality. “I’m sorry, for not being here sooner. I mean that.”

All was quiet, and Hunter stared into the dark, gaping holes in the Emperor’s mask. He almost looked to the ground, for an oncoming strike, but decided against it.

“Very well,” Belos said, releasing his shoulder and stepping back. “I’ll admit, the idea sounded preposterous, even to me.” He said, not noticing Hunter’s shocked expression as he turned his back to him, walking back up the steps to his throne. “Perhaps we’ll have to look into the possibility of other artificial staffs off in the Isles.”

“I, yes, I’d be happy to help with that.” Hunter said, quickly getting a hold on himself, and the frantic racing of his heart, suppressing a wince as he rolled the shoulder Belos had grabbed.

“Oh, but, one more thing,” Belos said abruptly, turning back towards Hunter, who instantly froze. He now stood in front of his throne, the Golden Guard’s mask still in hand.

Hunter recognized it instantly, the tone of voice, and quickly flinched to the side as the stone at his feet suddenly shot towards him. All the same, he felt a searing tear just over the skin where his neck and shoulder connected.

“I’ve told you time and again,” Belos said as Hunter bit back a yelp, one hand raised to press at the blood seeping through his cloak. “To stop hiding in the library. I’ve already allowed you to go there despite its uselessness, on the condition you would be easily accessible. I don’t like repeating myself, Hunter. You know this.”

“R-right, yes, that,” Hunter nodded, ears pressed back as he looked up towards his uncle, forcing a half-smile. “That was my mistake. It won’t happen again.”

“See to it that it doesn’t.” Belos said, tossing the mask down at his feet. “You know I don’t enjoy disciplining you like this, but it appears to be the only kind that gets through to you.” 

“I apologize, Uncle.” Hunter bowed his head, a dangerous move, but one that often worked in his favor. “You shouldn’t have to.”

“Yes, well,” Belos sighed, slowly sitting back down on his throne. “It’s how you learn. I’d hope that with time, these would become less frequent.”

“I’ll do better.” Hunter promised, slowly crouching, like he was faced with a tense, wild animal, and picked up his mask with his free hand.

“I know you will.” Was all Belos said, like he was being told something he’d known for a long, long time. “Send guards off to comb through the streets. Whispers will surely be at the Owl Lady’s residence, but it would do good to be sure. Perhaps we could find other hideouts of the BATs, stop them from going right back to their old ways.” 

“Yes, sir.” Hunter mumbled, fixating his mask back to his face, hand tightening over his wound, glove already growing soaked with blood.

“See if Lilith can be tracked down, while you are at it.” Belos added, hand slightly raised to stop Hunter from leaving just yet. “She holds nothing of use to us, but could prove to be an annoyance if she’s still in contact with her sister.”

Hunter gave a brisk nod, and once Belos had waved his hand, he flipped his hood back up and sharply turned on his heel, stalking as steadily he could back towards the massive stone doors.

 ,

It went by in a blur after that, walking through the hallways among the sea of guards. He recalled telling a group of rattled scouts to search the streets and known hideouts of the BATs, throwing Lilith’s name somewhere in the mix in words he couldn't remember if he tried, and kept on moving.

When he came to, he had kicked his door shut and was standing in the middle of his room.

His palisman poked its head out from under his bed, cheeping worriedly as it flew up to his face, fluttering anxiously.

“Gauzes,” Was all Hunter said, slowly sitting on his knees before his shaking legs could give out, his staff falling from his hand like a loose stone. 

That, he decided as he stared down at the tile of his floor, was more than enough terror for one lifetime.

It felt like fuzz was in his ears, and the ground was really beginning to blur now. Whether from pain or the shock of his whole ordeal waning away, he wasn’t sure. He leaned down and pressed his forehead against the cold tile, hands gripping tightly at his arms as he squeezed his eyes shut, breathing coming out fast and ragged.

Still not the best time to break down, but considering the range and turmoil of emotions he’d gone through in barely three days, he felt this was more than a little deserved. 

He started to shake as he gasped for air, yanking at the sleeves of his shirt and starting to get a headache from how desperately he was pushing his face against the tile floor, like that would somehow help. 

You need to make a plan, some part of his racing, cluttered mind shouted. If he finds out, he'll do worse than replace you.

He contemplated tearing his ears off, just to see what would happen.

There was a chitter again, and he felt something lightly whack against his arm. He jumped and whirled his head around, clutching at the place he’d been touched.

His palisman blinked up at him, head lowered in what could almost be called shame, a roll of gauze in its beak. He stared at his bird for a moment, thoughts temporarily disrupted as he let out a shaky breath.

“I’m here,” He breathed hoarsely, mouth twitching in what was probably supposed to be a smile. “Sorry, what were you saying?”

It was a bit of a joke he had, since he couldn’t understand a damn thing his palisman tried to convey. He got the impression he thought it was way more funny than the other did.

The cardinal only gave him its best scolding look that did not at all hide its worry. It hopped close and placed the gauze before him, cheeping incessantly all the while. It was something the bird had started doing whenever Hunter curled up in an emotional mess. Once Hunter started focusing on sound, the other senses slowly trailed in behind.

“Right, right, sorry.” Hunter mumbled, fumbling with his cloak for a moment before tossing it elsewhere in his room. While attempting to remove his shirt, he felt something wet on his face, and tore off his non-bloodied glove to feel around. Huh, tears. He usually noticed those earlier, he thought as he tossed his shirt somewhere on the floor, hissing when it moved against the burns on his back and sent a jolt of pain, making him wonder if he should give up again and go back to curling into a ball on the floor.

Despite that tempting offer, he shakily pushed himself to his feet, scooping up the bandages and pulling off his other glove, frowning at the blood on his hand. He sighed and wandered to the far corner of his room, legs stiff and back hunched. Just focus on the noise, he told himself. Focus on the gauze in your hands. 

He’d shoved a cracked vanity mirror back into the corner, years back. It first started out as a much younger him wanting to see how he looked in the numerous uniforms he cycled through before he landed on his current one, maybe even caring about his hair or face for once. Nowadays, he never bothered with it unless he had an injury he couldn’t see himself.

He tilted his head to the side, ignoring the dampness on his face, an unsteady hand tracing right below the cut that went almost exactly along the junction of his neck and shoulder. It was still bleeding, but not quite as much as before.

This one wasn’t that deep, he reasoned as he turned away and dug around in his drawers. It probably wouldn’t scar. And if it did, it’d be faint, or eventually fade. All things considered, he got off very lightly, especially if Belos noticed him flinch. Must be in a better mood than he thought.

Or the Day of Unity’s taking up too much of his focus to care about Hunter bumbling about.

He withdrew a half-empty water bottle and small hand towel from his drawer as his palisman dropped a container of antiseptic wipes on his bed. He mumbled a quick thanks before grabbing it and placing it alongside the gauze on the desk of his vanity mirror.

He poured a bit of water on the towel before wiping it along his hand, cleaning off the blood and inspecting his hand for a moment before pouring a bit more water on the towel. He then raised the clean side to his wound, wincing only for a moment before going right back to it. At least the pain grounded him.

He fell into a repetitive motion, even if he kept fumbling with shaking hands. Clean the wound, make sure it wouldn’t get infected (as incredibly painful as it was, it at least continued to bring him back into the moment), check for grit or pieces of stone that might’ve fallen in, and wrap it up. He went into autopilot pretty much immediately.

Course, when he realized he should be thinking of a plan, since he could use something to distract his thoughts, he was already judging to see how he would wrap up the angry red gash.

“Right, those cloth pads, I need those.” Hunter said, mostly to himself. Did he have the sticky ones? He might’ve used those up. He meant to ask Bat if they had anymore--

Raine. He was supposed to ask Raine.

He felt something nudge his hand and looked down, seeing the cardinal with the very non-adhesive pads he needed in its beak, head raised as it shook them around.

“Thanks,” He offered a small smile and took the bandages.

Once he was done sticking them to his wound, deciding it’d probably be enough for now, he resigned himself to taking a look at the damage to his back. He took a deep breath and turned, peeking over his shoulder.

Red, angry burns stretched from the middle to top half of his back, with a few scatters of blisters, save for the places just behind his shoulders, where there was a notable contorting of his skin with larger clutters of the little bastards. It probably looked a little worse because of the clumps of Vaseline lazily smeared across his injuries. There was dried blood running down his back, with only a few recently opened blisters still freshly bleeding. He recalled a Coven Scout who once got mauled by fire bees, and decided that compared to that guy, he could survive with these blisters.

“Are those ice glyphs still there?” He asked, still looking over the burns on his back. Yeah, these would probably scar. Shit.

His cardinal cheeped and flew back down to wherever his previous discarded cloak was, searching for the glyphs as Hunter picked up his water bottle again, eyeing it and then the burns across his back.

Well, better than nothing.

He poured the remaining water over his back, gritting his teeth against the pain, though it was more of a dull ache. He figured it probably would’ve been better if the water was cold. He’d take what he could get. At least his hands weren’t shaking as much now.

He started to grab gauze and properly wrap them around his back, too tired to bother with more Vaseline. The palisman flew back up with two ice glyphs in beak as he was doing so, and he paused in his wrappings to take one and inspect it. It looked the same as he remembered it, from where Luz had drawn it on stone. He wondered if it worked the same on paper, or if something a little different happened.

He finished up the last of his wrappings, with some help from his cardinal, and bit off the remaining gauze to set it aside. It still stung, just a bit, but he'd kept the bandage loose for a reason. 

Forgoing any caution, he lifted the glyph and experimentally tapped it.

And promptly got a handful of ice that he immediately dropped on his desk.

The cardinal scolded him with chitters as Hunter waved it off, muttering about how “well, it didn’t break” as his only defense.

He picked up his hand towel and wrapped the ice in it, though his eyes remained on the second glyph. Curiously, he took that one from his bird, looking it over with a tilted head.

He set the toweled up ice on his bed, insisting it was “only for a moment” to his nagging palisman, opening up his desk drawers and digging around in it.

He pushed aside the notes he’d saved over the years from Raine, along with the guilt that accompanied it (and that good ol’ terror on what the hell was gonna happen to them now), and pulled out sheets of paper he had originally been intending to use to talk with Raine. He remembered getting the bigger papers so that he had enough pieces to rip off and talk with, and to write down all the name suggestions he had for his palisman.

He set the papers down on the floor, along with an old pencil, and grabbed his makeshift ice pack off his bed before laying down on the floor, setting the ice glyph off in the corner.

“Not like I’m gonna get much sleep anyways.” He reasoned as his cardinal flew down beside him to inspect what he was doing. “Might as well practice. Could use glyphs like these if I don’t have my staff on me.”

And he certainly couldn’t bring it anywhere on future ‘stealth’ missions. Too recognizable. He reasoned he could always use his palisman, but he had no idea how well that would work, they were very different kinds of magic. He’d only ever be able to use spells he already knew, anyway.

So, setting the ice pack on his back (with some struggling and help from his cardinal), along with ignoring the stinging that accompanied it, he grabbed his pencil got to drawing. Not like Luz would give the Golden Guard an opportunity to learn her kind of magic. Might as well take this chance when he had it.

His palisman settled down next to him, its little body pressing against his, sleepily watching him redraw the same glyph over and over until he got it perfect, hands slowly becoming steadier as the rest of the world faded into the background. 

Pieces of ice that ranged from weird lumps to rounded circles filling the space beside the two, Hunter using his clean glove to pick them up when needed.

It was a distraction, a postponement of what he needed to be doing, and he knew it. He had dozens of plans and questions running through his head, and normally on nights like these, he’d stare at the ceiling until he’d sorted them all out, sometimes stretching even into the next day.

Once he wrote a long, rambling note to Bat--Raine--to see if maybe they had an idea, in some act of desperation. He promptly got a note that neatly laid out the obvious in two sentences, with the next five scolding him and telling him to go to sleep, he's getting delirious, he needs to rest more, he’s a growing kid, yadda yadda. He swore to never give them a note like that again.

He stared down at the last glyph he drew, tearing off the piece and looking it over. It wasn’t as neat as Luz’s, the circle not quite as perfect, the lines a little wonky. 

With a quiet mutter and a determined frown, he set the glyph aside and got to drawing again.

Not like he had anything better to do.

[nasaty]

Noctilucence

Student Aizawa x (she/her) student reader, so much angssssttt and grief and a bunch of fluff. (Do not bring any pedo shit into my presence or I will fucking destroy you)

This will be 9 chapters long. Ch. 2 here.

MANGA SPOILERS until episode 107 comes out. - also this requires context that I am not providing from MHA manga and the arc with Aizawa in Vigilantes. TW: death.

Lmk if you like it and I can post more!

Ch. 1 the Clouds

As someone who was uniquely talented and had a very useful quirk, the first few weeks of your first year at UA went by quickly. You were favorited by your new classmates because of your intelligence and your extremely powerful healing quirk, so everyone wanted you at their side. You decided to take the path of general studies, being that you wouldn’t be in combat much but more so in rescue services, you would be more well rounded that way. After the first few hectic weeks blew past, things seemed to settle and you realized you hadn’t made a lot of friends, just some colleagues and acquaintances, which was fine, networking is important, but didn’t make you feel like you fit in as much as you should. Everyone was friendly with you but usually just on the surface, so they can get you to you help them with something. You obliged, since the whole reason you went to UA was to learn to effectively help people in the first place. You drifted along in classes and were generally abject with your life, until you met Oboro.

You were asked to sit in on a few sparring matches by hero course 2-A’s home room teacher since recovery girl would be out for about a week. Since your quirk allowed you to heal from a distance, you stood with 2-A’s sensei and took in the abilities and personalities of your future colleagues. Being that they were in their second year and you in your first, you’d hardly seen them at all yet, but were mesmerized by their quick thinking and mastery they had obtained after such a short time. Though you meant to take notes, you were too distracted and hypnotized by each heros proficiency.

These sparring matches were essentially used as a practical midterm, so each pair had a designated time which meant you would probably be there all day, even though a few pairs went the day before. Each midterm took about a half an hour, sometimes more, and the heros seemed equally matched. Standing next to 2-A’s sensei, you felt small and cold because of the gyms air conditioning. One side of the gym was plain, almost like a basketball court. The other was a rocky, almost impossible looking terrain where the matches were taking place. You yawned as you looked at your watch, noticing it was well past lunch but neither of you had eaten yet.

The next pair came into the gym on opposite sides and shook hands, and the home room teacher blew the whistle signaling the start of the match. You instantly recognized their quirks; one had some sort of blast quirk that was very bright and dynamic, and the other had the ability of creating and manipulating clouds of some sort. It seemed clear to you soon after the whistle who would have the upper hand, but that flipped rapidly as the battle went on, immersing you in the adrenaline filled motions the boys made with precision. The larger boy with the sunglasses seemed to be somewhat irritated and yielded a bit, while the cloud boy with light blue hair was surprisingly agile and stealthy, even when his opponent’s blasts broke through his barrier. You hear him shout things a few times, almost teasingly at the larger kid, but it appeared to be light hearted.

Blast kid had connected one good hit on the cloud kid’s arm, and you heard it reverberate through the gym. You barely had the time to blink before thick clouds covered them both. Their home room teacher nudged you as if to signal to be prepared to heal either one of them since you had both lost sight. Suddenly, seemingly out of nowhere, cloud kid bursts from the top of the mist and pulled out a quarter staff, (you could’ve swore it appeared out of thin air,) and in no time, disappears into the mist again.

The vapor slowly dissipated and you saw cloud kid with an adorably bright smile on his face, while his opponent was pinned to the ground, scowling.

“I wasn’t even trying that’s why you were able to beat me. I don’t even care about this midterm,” he barked.

“Sure man, either way it was a good match! Thanks!” The winner said as he held out his hand to help him up. The other scoffed at him, stood up on his own, and mumbled something to himself. He exited where he originally entered the gym.

The homeroom teacher called out to cloud kid, “Oboro! Come here, that hit sounded rough.”

He lightly jogged over to you both, having not even broken a sweat, and was entirely gleaming. Seemingly bursting with energy he proudly shook his sensei’s hand as a small congratulations on the victory, and turned to you.

“I don’t think I’ve seen you around before,” he pulled out a granola bar from his pocket and started eating it sloppily. He spoke again before you had a second to respond. “Are you new here? A transfer student maybe? I’m Shirakumo Oboro, but you can just call me Oboro, or Cloud, or whatever you want. I don’t mind!”

For a second you were wary that he was being friendly to get you to do something for him, but then realized he had no idea who you were, so he was actually just that nice naturally. He surprisingly just met you and allowed you to call him by a nickname.

2-A’s Sensei leaned in, “Hey you’re on lunch now by the way, sorry it’s late, you’ve got an hour and a half till you need to be back here for the rest of it.” You thanked him silently with a head nod and he sauntered away. You made eye contact with Oboro.

“Hi Oboro,” you grinned, “I’m Y/n, I’m a first year so that’s probably why we haven’t met, but I am subbing for recovery girl today.”

“SUBBING AS A FIRST YEAR you must be pretty freakin cool then” he downed some water and some of it got on his shirt. “What is your quirk then?”

“I can heal people from a distance if I know what the issue is. So like if someone has kidney failure I can’t see that, so I might not be able to figure that one out, but if someone has a broken bone or something I can see that and fix it. So I’m learning a little internal medicine on the side so I can diagnose properly to heal.”

“Dang dude that’s sweet I just make clouds,” he bursted out laughing, and then heard your stomach growl, it has been a few hours since you’ve had anything to eat.

“Hey Y/n I have lunch right now too, do you wanna come down to the LRC with me? (what some kids called the Lunch Rush Cafe,) I can introduce you to some of our classmates.” You liked how he said our classmates, he’s genuinely very sweet and made you feel warm and welcome.

You started walking towards the cafeteria and filed into the hallway, following the crowd.

“I’ll still go down there even though I’ve eaten half my lunch already” he said pulling a sandwich out of his other pocket.

You giggled, “You have your whole lunch in your pockets?”

“Yeah?!” he stated with a mouthful, “you never know when you’re gonna need more energy, like after that match! At least I don’t eat those weird energy pouches like Shouta!” He laughed boisterously. You wondered who the heck ‘Shouta’ was.

You each went through the line in the busy cafeteria, Lunch Rush quickly handed you your meal and Oboro stuffed too many energy bars in his pockets.

“My friends eat on the roof if you wanna come up there! It’s….not exactly allowed but it’s not *NOT* allowed”

You pondered the thought of doing something that risky as a first year, but shook it off, knowing that Oboro wouldn’t lead you astray. Even though you had just met him, you were as comfortable as if you had known him for years. You nodded and hummed, signaling for him to lead the way, (you didn’t know how to get to the roof anyway,) and followed close behind.

[svchengss]

hey barista! | l.dh

summary | befriending the barista from your local cafe doesn’t seem too bad

pairing | lee donghyuck x fem!reader ft. jaemin who’s a rlly cute side character in this :(

genre | fluff, angst, slight humour (?)

warnings | a kiss?? i don’t think there’s any but if i missed anything do lmk !!

word count | 3k+

s. tg | @hyuckefi [my apologies since i didn’t release a proper teaser for this 🙏🏻]

author’s note | this is my first fic exceeding 1k words so if u enjoyed reading this, please leave some feedbacks !! rb’s are also appreciated :D ALSO I SUCK AT SUMMARIES LMAO PLS IGNORE THAT

just another day of working at palm coffee, the same old routine. cleaning the countertop and tables before opening up the cafe, prepping the ingredients - more for top favourites! - and examining the machines to make sure they’re working properly. that’s some of hyuck’s daily routines as a barista. he didn’t mind them though, he loved his job. he couldn’t specify the reason why but all these tasks are genuinely interesting to him.

seeing you drop by the cafe is a normal occurrence for him. since you are a regular customer after all, the rest of the staff already know you well. heck, they’re even good friends with you. jaemin hangs out with you more than he does despite being jaemin’s childhood friend. except for him, he doesn’t really know why. he’s not really shy, considering the fact that he’s a social butterfly. he just couldn’t bring himself to say anything to you, the only times he did so was to take your orders when the rest of the workers were busy in the store.

upon hearing the doorbell chime which signals a new customer entering the cafe, hyuck blurted out the usual line. “hello, welcome to palm coffee! how can i help-“, looking up from the cash register only to find you in a disheveled state. “-you?” he eyes you up and down, noting how a few strands of your hair were out of place, the nude lipstick smeared on the left corner of your mouth and your outfit looks really rushed. 

“sorry, what was your name again, hyuck right?” you quickly glanced at the nametag hanging nicely on his apron. “i’m in a rush right now, can i get a,” you scanned over the menu behind him, “uh, white coffee, please?”. 

“that will be six dollars. you can use the restroom in the meantime to, you know, touch up your makeup and stuff,” he takes the bills from your hand, putting them in the machine in front of him before flashing you with that warm smile of his. you wished him a quick thanks before disappearing into the back of the place.

now that was embarrassing.

your eyes scanned over the hall to find your friend before hearing her shout your name from across. damn, why does she have to be so loud? stares were directed towards you as you walked up the stairs to your designated seat. all the chatter going on in the lecture hall became quiet as soon as your professor placed her things on the desk, which means class has started. 

after hearing a two-hour lecture and writing some notes - where suddenly song lyrics and scribbles appear - the words you’ve been waiting to hear finally echoed through the speakers. 

“class is dismissed, thank you everyone for listening,” mrs. hui’s voice later being flushed out by the buzzing voices of the students walking out the hall, determined to finish their own activities. you stuffed your ipad and papers into your light yellow jansport backpack before going out to meet vic who’s waiting for you outside. 

“i’m exhausted, what did she even teach just now?” vic sighed to her heart’s content. you can’t blame her, today’s topic was quite complicated. circuits analysis or something? you can’t really wrap your head around it, your brain being stuffed with all the information. vic kept on ranting  about the problems she faced from the moment she woke up, making you giggle at some comments she made. 

“wait for me, i’m almost done,” he folded his apron neatly before shoving it into the drawer and grabbing his bag from the counter to join jaemin, who’s waiting at the front door with the keycard. hyuck accepted jaemin’s request to help him with some shopping for his sister’s birthday party next week. obviously, the rest of the staff were also invited. 

jaemin divided the shopping list into two, allowing hyuck to find the rest of the things with ease.

“now where are the streamers…” he muttered out loud enough for himself to hear, crouching down to browse through the party decorations on the shelf. or he thought so, as you could hear him sighing clearly in dire need of the certain decoration, that you decided to help him out. 

“um, hyuck? i think the party streamers are in the aisle beside this one? you look a bit troubled there,” you chuckled lightly. the heat flushed to his cheeks, feeling dumbfounded. 

“really? uh, thank you for the help,” he gave you a small grin that could hardly be seen if you didn’t spot the corner of his lips. and with that, he’s long gone with his shopping basket.

you are fond of the atmosphere you’re in right now. the decorations left you in awe - white and pink silk hanging from the wall with silver letter balloons spelling out happy birthday stitched onto them. you can see jaemin’s sister, eun-ji, being carried out of her room with a small flowy white dress and wearing a golden bow on her head, her brunette hair being tied into ponytails. the na family really adore their youngest girl.

meanwhile, there are only a couple of adults your age attending the party -  jaemin’s co-workers, some of his other friends which you aren’t familiar with and hyuck. he looked rather chill, with an oversized beige sweater and white jeans to suit the party’s theme. you’re not quite bad as well, your hair combed nicely and kept neat with a headband, a white sundress with strawberry patterns on it fit nicely on your figure, complemented with a heart-locket necklace placed on your collarbones. before reaching jaemin’s house, you made sure to drop by a local store to get some gifts for eun-ji. she’s a very well-mannered kid which made you adore her very much.

“y/n? very glad to see you here,” hyuck said as he approached you, offering you a plate of cake which he cut.

“i could say the same to you too, mr. lee,” you let out a soft laugh. he made sure to keep a mental note over how pretty you looked today.

“y/n, hyuck! glad you two broke the ice, did you know how hurt i was seeing you two act like strangers whenever y/n came by the cafe?” jaemin enveloping you into a small hug before fake pouting. you can only laugh at the fake debate the two guys in front of you were having. after conversing with hyuck and jaemin for quite some time, you realised that he’s a cool person to talk to, where all this time, you thought he hated you for some reason. before leaving, you made sure to thank mrs. na for hosting the party and off you went home. 

following the previous encounters, hyuck felt much more comfortable around you - even hanging out with you during his shift where you would do your assignments at the cafe he’s working at. every now and then, he would also invite you to hang out with him and jaemin. however, what he didn’t realise was how he slowly pent up feelings - romantically. 

ding dong!

he pressed on the doorbell button with a box of doughnuts in his left hand. the three of you were supposed to be having a movie night, but jaemin got caught up with his groupwork which leaves the two of you alone. 

“hey hyuck! come in,” you gestured, arranging the cushions on your sofa to make it look more organized. the interior of your rented apartment is calming, the light grey walls suiting the navy blue sofa and furniture with darker undertones. the walls are also not left empty, with modern art portraits hanging from it. 

“i brought donuts, your favourite, right?” he opened the box, placing it on the coffee table while you set up the television. you wished him a quick thank you before grabbing two canned drinks from the refrigerator, handing one to him and pressing play on the remote control. you two weren’t quiet throughout the whole movie, with snarky comments on how hot the actors were or how stupid they were being were made. 

he didn’t know you were sleepy though as all of a sudden, he could feel the weight of your head on top of his shoulder. it was a rather awkward situation as he didn’t move at all so you could sleep comfortably. before long, he joined you and dozed off to wonderland. the next morning, you were more than embarrassed to find yourself cuddling up to him, with the next movie still playing on the screen.

seeing your figure outside the front door made hyuck more excited to greet you today. after making a quick order for a green tea latte, you fished out your purse from your handbag, feeling frantic if you’ve lost it outside. luckily, you were the only customer in line as the rest of them were already seated and carrying out their own businesses.

“sorry, but i think this might be yours,” you turned around to find a tall-looking guy handing out your black purse. a wave of relief washed over your soul, thanking the latter profusely.

“mind if i buy you a drink? i hate feeling like i owe someone,” you offered, which he gladly accepted. 

“i’d like a double espresso, please,” he kept his hands into his pockets. 

“and your name, sir?” hyuck looked mildly bothered.

“yukhei,” he ran his slightly blonde hair through the slender fingers. hyuck hated how cocky he looked, feeling more annoyed than ever over the scene that was played in front of him just now. he hated how yukhei looked at you. 

why should he get jealous? he’s just a mere friend to you, that’s all. you have to stop overreacting, hyuck. 

those words kept running through his mind all day.

“dude, are you okay? you looked-” jaemin opened the staff room, interrupting him from the self-talk he was having, “-distracted,” finishing up his sentence. 

“nope, i’m just fine,” he said, bringing the honey smile back onto his face. jaemin nodded before disappearing back to the front to serve the customers. 

stop being so jealous, hyuck. you’re just a friend. not more, not less. 

“jaemin, how do you know if you like someone?” that question is kind of shocking to him, especially if it’s coming from hyuck. of course, he’s had a crush before but it was during middle school. just a silly, little crush. growing up, he’s never had one - not even in high school.

“you’ve asked the right person,” jaemin managed to do his obnoxious voice, even while driving the car. he’s right, he is the matchmaker of the friend group, just how many relationships worked out because of him? eyes still focused on the road - he’s a responsible driver of course, he began to explain the feeling to hyuck, making his points loud and clear.

“first of all, you start feeling a little too happy whenever you’re around them. and no, this is not the oh-we’re-best-friends-forever type of happy, it’s the i’ll-make-you-the-happiest-person-on-earth one. not to forget, you will also experience some kind of turbulence in your heart, expect them to be jumping around a bit. or a lot, whichever suits you the best.

you also tend to feel nervous around that person. like, stuttering your words in obvious or non-obvious ways, feeling faster heartbeats than usual, you name it. oh! if you’ve ever felt jealous whenever they are around someone else, i mean, in affectionate ways, you might have one. however, my tip is for you not to act out of your mind. you don’t want to ruin whatever relationship you have currently, do you?” even when driving, he still managed to deliver his points with full precision and accuracy. 

nodding his head, hyuck took some mental notes to be thought through when he gets home. 

hyuck stared at you, whose figure is snoring soundly on his lap. he assumed you must be feeling exhausted, mid-terms just ended after all. while threading his fingers through your hair, he remembered what jaemin said to him weeks earlier.

1. being happy around them

like jaemin said, it is normal to be happy around your friends. but being with you, it kind of gave more joy for him. not to mention that he started to catch himself smiling over your texts and being reminded of you over small things - your favorite donut topping, the name of that one stray puppy you gave. 

2. feeling nervous around them

his heart would beat a lot faster whenever you get closer towards him, whether accidentally or to mess with him. 

3. getting jealous over someone else

he shouldn’t be jealous of how yukhei looked at you. but he seriously can’t help it. and the way he’s always there during your hangouts. he doesn’t care if he seems petty, yukhei just isn’t in his favour.

his deep thoughts came to a halt when you called out his name, eyes still half-closed, attempting to open them a bit more. 

“did i interrupt you or something? gosh, i’m so sorry,” you quickly stood up but he pulls your body back onto his lap, asking for you to stay.

“what are we?” that question caught you off-guard. the same one that has been at debate in the back of your mind these days. 

i don’t know hyuck, it’s complicated. 

“what do you think we are, hyuck?” you shot the question back at him, your gaze piercing through his soul.

“i don’t know. it’s just-” 

“are you sure?” a deep sigh left your lips. have you been interpreting his body languages wrong? did he only see you as a normal friend, nothing more? 

“sorry, i’m not feeling well. see you later hyuck, bye,” you tried your best to shoot the sweet smile of yours but only a faint one seemed to appear. once you stepped out of the room, he buried his face into his hands. 

god, what have i done?

“don’t feel too down, y/n. maybe there’s something more that he couldn’t bring himself to say?” vic suggested, handing you some tissue.

“i don’t know, i seriously have no idea. why can’t he just say it?” you continued to sob into her arms, she pitied you, especially in your condition right now. but she can’t do anything to help you, other than consoling and listening. 

jaemin knew something was wrong, from your rare visits to the cafe to hyuck not being himself lately. something was definitely wrong and it’s between the both of you. sure, hyuck might be saying that he’s fine again and again, but his expressions can’t lie. the sweet smile of his is long gone and his jokes are no longer heard. whatever it is, jaemin is determined to solve it. he just wants his best friends back. 

looks of dismay can be read all over hyuck’s face when the person facing him is no other than the guy himself, yukhei. still, he tried to control his composure, not making his inner feelings any more obvious.

“so what brings you here?” he took a sip of the mineral water, still making his throat rough from the tension hanging in the air. 

“look, i’m not here for any fights. i know you like y/n, everybody can see it. and honestly, you were oblivious to your own feelings,” he rubbed his hands together. the latter’s puzzled face made him continue his words.

“i’m not trying to make her like me, or whatever you’ve been assuming. sorry if i gave the wrong message but you are the one who should make a move. i can see from the way she looks at you, the feelings are mutual,” he straightened up the denim jacket outside the white shirt wrapping his figure. 

letting out a heavy sigh, hyuck’s face begins to soften up. “no, i should be the one who’s sorry. i’ve been such a prick to everyone around me lately, especially you,” he took of the cap from his head, messing up his hair. 

“no problem, bro. it’s understandable, i guess. now good luck with her, please treat her well,” the two guys exchanged a fist bump for the problem solved. jaemin leaned his back against the wall, smiling and feeling satisfied.

you called out jaemin’s name but to no avail. he invited you to his apartment but seeing that the lights are out, it’s clear enough that he hasn’t finished whatever he was doing yet. just as you were about to leave, you saw hyuck at the other side of it, both your faces mirroring the same look of confusion.

“so, uh, how have you been doing these days? it’s been a while since we talked,” he chose to break the silence. now, you two were sitting facing each other by the balcony. inhaling the breeze, you paused for a moment before responding to his question.

“i’ve been feeling, not as usual. definitely not happy but not that sad,” you pushed some of the loose hair strands hanging on your forehead behind your ears before asking about his.

“you know what, i’m just going to be direct with you. i, lee donghyuck have been holding feelings for you since i don’t know when. yeah sure, i wasn’t really sure at first about what i was going through. i guess i was just scared of how you would react,” he scratched his ears which are not feeling itchy at all, but rather an attempt to distract himself from the overwhelming emotions deep inside him. 

not wanting to waste time any longer, you placed your right hand onto his cheek, standing on the heels of your feet to bring your two lips together. the kiss was short before he pulls you back in for another, this time a more passionate one. he could feel you smile against his lips before enveloping your body into his arms.

“i’ve missed you, you know?” he whispered, his voice tender, directing right into your ears before you replied with how you missed him more. the both of you continued to whisper sweet nothings while embracing each other’s presence. 

jaemin looked at the both of you from a distance, his heart swelling with pride. 

— another pair of lovers matched, cupid jaemin signing out.

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Table 5 (Chapter 6)

Summary: Wanda finally meets one of your closest friends. You are also overcome with emotions about your new relationship.

Warnings: Mentions of anxiety and anxiety attacks. Implications of smut

A/N: This was a hard chapter to write and read back. If you guys have any suggestions or comments please let me know!

Chapter1 Chapter2 Chapter3 Chapter 4 Chapter5

Your night went on and when it was time you lined up the food to bring to the Avengers. The servers helped you carry the food, and you were sure to grab Wanda’s food so you could place it in front of her. As you put it down you put your hand on her back and she leaned back into your touch.

“I hope everyone enjoys their meal here tonight! If there are any problems, please feel free to let me know!” you say as the group begins to dig into their food. You walk back to your station nervous that they wouldn’t like your food.

You were wrong when 15 minutes later Tony Stark meets your eyes and waves you over to the table.

“Yes sir? Is everything ok?” you ask nervously.

“Chef Y/N, dinner was unbelievable. My swordfish was cooked perfectly. I mean how do you do that? It was flakey and the flavors just danced in my mouth.” He gushed about his platter that was now completely clear of any food that had been on there.

“Dude my steak was so good too!” Sam continued the praise and you felt pride well up in your chest.

“Thank you! I’m only as good as my team, I’m sure you guys know how that goes.”

“Of course! You’re giving Wanda down there a run for her money. She cooks as well, pretty decently actually.” Tony said nodding to the girl down the table from him. You smiled because you knew what an amazing cook she was. You played along so nobody would suspect anything.

“Is that so? I will have to see for myself someday.” You see her laugh and you smile in return, loving the way her laugh sounds.

“Anytime you want Chef Y/N.” she said giving you a wink. The way she said your name sent a chill through your body.

“Seriously, thank you. And I will definitely be coming back here.” Tony said while shaking your hand.  You thanked him once more before finding their server and telling her that their meal was on you tonight. You chuckled to yourself a bit as you imagined their faces when you show up to movie night on Wednesday while walking back to where Bill was chilling behind the counter.

“So how did you land her?” Bill asked, nodding his head to the big table who were ordering dessert.

“Remember that night her and Vision came in and he proposed, and she said no and just sat there?” you remind him of the night all those months ago.

“Yes, and she sat there all night.” He continues, he doesn’t know the full story though.

“Well, after everyone left, I told her she could stay as long as she liked, and I started making dinner for myself. She came over and instead she insisted on finishing making my dinner. After that night she came as much as she could when the restaurant closed to make me dinner. We were friends for the first few months and then about a month ago I asked her to be my girlfriend and we’ve been dating ever since.” You fill him in on your relationship.

“Wait, so you let this lady cook at your station before you let me cook back here? That’s messed up I thought I was your best friend?” You looked at your friend and chuckled as he continued. “Why are you so scared then? She seems great.”

“Her job is scary, and I didn’t think about that till tonight. I mean what if something happens to her? How will I know? I can’t do anything to stop her or help her.” You say thinking about all the things that could happen to her running through your head.

“Y/N, it’s her job, just like cooking is your job. Also, everyone, not just superheroes, could get hurt at any point of the day. I could get hit by a car and die walking home tonight. We can’t focus on everything that could go wrong, focus on how happy you are instead.” You are shocked at how wise your friend is.

“Who are you and what did you do to Bill?” you ask giving him a serious expression. “For real though, thank you. That made me feel a lot better.”

“No problem. It’s what I’m here for. Serious question though, when can I meet her?” you take a minute to think about it.

“If you want to stick around, she’s coming back tonight.” he nods his head in excitement and the two of you clean up the kitchen. You see the avengers walk out of the restaurant and you give them a wave. The group walks down the sidewalk before Wanda says something to Steve and turns around to come back.

She walks in the restaurant and over to your station. She gives you a loving kiss and says, “See you tonight my love!” before she runs back out the doors to the team who are just standing there chatting not even paying attention to their missing teammate.

You watch her with a grin on your face. Bill claps you on the back as you go to the cupboard to grab a bottle of wine. Bill stands at the counter, and you decide to whip up some brownies for dinner tonight.

The time passes, the servers finish cleaning up and all of your staff besides Bill leaves. Your brownies are in the oven, and you go to the freezer to get your vanilla ice cream. When you come back you see Bill talking to Wanda by the counter.

You gently put the ice cream on the counter and sneak up behind Wanda to wrap her in a hug and kiss her cheek.

“Hi beautiful.” You say. Bill watches both of you with curious eyes.

“Hello my love.” She says back as she wraps her arms around your waist.

“Bill this is Wanda, Wanda this is Bill. He’s second in command here and my best friend since high school.” You tell her. She looks at you while your speaking loving the way you look after work.

“Thanks y/n! I already introduced myself but Wanda it’s so nice meeting you!” Bill says bringing the wine glass up to his lips. “Wanda was just telling me about the Airport battle in Germany.” Bill loved hearing about the Avengers so the fact that you were dating one was a fanboy moment for him.

As they continued to talk about numerous battles that the Avengers have fought and won, you felt yourself becoming more and more anxious. Bill talked you down earlier thinking about Wanda getting hurt but the more they talked about battles, the harder it was to be ok. Thinking about Wanda being hurt and not being able to be with you left you feeling lost. She was a very powerful person and probably a target for many people. What if she was seriously hurt? What if she had to go away for months? What if she died? The thoughts kept swarming your head and they wouldn’t stop.

You stayed silent for most of the conversation as you put the brownies on plates with ice cream on top for them to eat. You stayed by your station while they were by the counter talking. Zoning out in your thoughts you missed when Bill informed you both that he had to leave.

“Well, I have to head on out! Lots to do tonight before tomorrow. Wanda it was so nice meeting you though!” Bill says hugging Wanda and coming around to shake your hand. You stare at it for a second before shaking it.

“Bill it was so nice meeting you!” Wanda says eyeing you curiously because of your behavior. He grabs his things and walks out the back door with one last wave.

“How was your day babe?” She asks you once Bill leaves. You don’t know why but you start to feel very anxious being with her alone tonight. All of the words Natasha and Bill said still running through your mind. It’s like your brain is running a marathon and you can’t stop it.

“It was good.” You give your shortest reply to the question. It was starting to get difficult to breath or focus on anything.

“Are you ok?” she has concern clear on her face. You feel your chest tighten up more when you look at her. You see her face littered with cuts and bruises and you freeze. You don’t know how to help her or make the cuts better. She can tell something is wrong and she isn’t sure what to do.

“Y/n, honey, I’m here ok. Whatever you need.” She says as she walks towards you realizing that you are not ok. The closer she gets you can see the cuts becoming more prominent on her face and you start to hyperventilate.

“Hold me please?” You can’t even look at her as you ask but you feel arms wrap around you. The weight on your chest is heavy and you try and calm down but it’s difficult. Wanda runs her hands up and down your back as she tries to soothe you.

“It’s ok I’m here.” She reassures you. After ten minutes you feel yourself start to calm down. You know exactly why you feel this way, but it is hard for you to communicate it to her tonight. You have a troubled past that doesn’t reach the light too often. She continues to hold you until you pull away. You put a mask back on as you pretend that you are fine.

“Here let me clean up these plates.” You grab the dirty dishes and put them in the sink choosing to ignore what just happened. You do not want to dwell on it, and you know Wanda is going to ask questions.

“Do you want to talk about it? I’m here for you I’ll listen.” Wanda asks you to try to figure out your sudden outburst. You wish you could put into words what was happening, but you didn’t want to scare her away.

“Can we just forget about that please?” you walk towards her grabbing her hands. She can see that you aren’t going to budge so she agrees. You turn off the lights in the restaurant before the both of head to your loft. You get ready for bed, as does Wanda and when she comes out of the bathroom, she is quick to cuddle into your arms.

“Do you want to watch some TV?” you ask her, and you just feel her nod against your chest. You put on Modern Family, a mindless show.

“Hey y/n can we talk about something.” Wanda works up the courage to bring up a tough subject.

“Of course, my love.” She sits up so she can look at you while talking.

“Y/N, I know we haven’t really talked about it but I’m an avenger. My job is taxing and it’s constant. And I never know what is going to happen.” You could tell this conversation was hard for her to say, it was hard for her to hear but in this moment, you forget about all your worries as best you can to focus on her. You push all your unsaid feelings aside so you could try and help her through this. “If you can’t… if that isn’t ok you know the… the… unknown I understand.” She says tears welling up in her eyes. This broke you because although you have known this girl for 6 months you would do anything for her.

“I love you.” You reassure her, cupping her face in your hands. “I’m not going anywhere don’t worry.”

“Are you sure?” she’s unsure at your words.

“Wanda, I have not been this sure of anything else in my life.” And it’s true. You don’t want to go anywhere, the part you’re not telling her is that you don’t want her to go anywhere either. You don’t want other people to have to need her like you do. She brightens every night when she comes to see you, and you don’t want to lose her.

You share a sweet kiss before she snuggles into you again. “Can I ask another question?”

You chuckle before you reply, “You can ask me as many questions as you want whenever you want.”

“What did Natasha say to you?” You tense up a bit, your anxiety bubbling in your body again as the question is heading back to the subject you just tried to shut down.

“Just saying she knew who I was and what we were.” You tell her half the truth hoping she didn’t feel you go stiff under her.

“Haha yeah I kind of told her about us today.” She chuckles nervously.

“That’s quite alright. I mean I’m happy to tell everyone I know I’m dating you.” You reassure her. “You are amazing. The way you care about people, the way you love the team, you’re not too bad of a cook either.” You start to sit up and she falls underneath of you. You are quick to climb on top of her, so your face is mere inches from her. “You are stunning, I could get lost in your eyes for forever. And you make me the happiest person I have ever been.” You look into her eyes, so she knows you mean every word.

Tears start to form in her eyes as she is overcome with emotion. She reaches up to your face keeping your eye contact. “You make me the happiest person I have ever been too. I am so lucky to have you to brighten up my days. After everything that I’ve been through with my family, with being experimented on, with losing my brother, with everything that happened between me and the avengers at first, I never thought I would feel this way about anyone.” You felt butterflies swirl in your stomach as you leaned down to kiss her.

“Are you sleepy?” You ask her hoping she said no. You wanted to spend the night wrapped up in each other’s arms.

“Not particularly. Are you?”  Her eyes grew a few shades darker as she looked in your eyes.

“Yeah, I’m super tired.” You say in a sarcastic tone while you roll your eyes. She squints her eyes at you.

“You better not be.” She expertly flipped you both over, so she was now on top of you. She leaned down to pepper your face in. Needless to say, you both end up barely getting sleep.

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IN LIFE, IN DEATH...

PART THREE

Part One, Part Two

Warnings: just some swearing

May 1995

“We’re totally gonna get a record deal!”

Luke said for the tenth time in the past hour as he bounced in his seat.

It was Friday night and normally, you would all be messing around at the park, the beach, or just watching a movie in the studio. But when your phone rang and it was the booking manager for the Orpheum telling you that Sunset Curve is officially the new opener next month, the boys insisted on being there the second your shift at the diner was over.

So instead of arguing about having another Star Wars marathon or playing at the pier, you were all packed in your regular booth at Cece’s for celebratory milkshakes. You sat on the very edge of the booth, practically falling asleep on Alex. Ever since you got the call that morning, every cell in your body felt supercharged with excitement.

But now that the day was coming to an end, you could hardly stay awake enough to pay attention to the conversation.

Bobby, who was in your usual spot, pinched Luke’s arm. “Don’t jinx it, dude.”

“It’s not jinxing if you know for sure.” Luke said. “I mean, we’re awesome! And we’ve worked so hard to get to this point. It’s all gonna pay off.”

As much as you wanted to believe him, you were still nervous. There was nothing you were prouder of than your music, and you knew that a crowd that big would be good for gaining a lot of new fans. But the idea of that many people seeing you perform and hearing your lyrics was nerve-wracking.

You could tell the others felt the same way. Bobby was biting his nails, Alex was bouncing his leg so hard it almost hit the table and Reggie was slumped against the wall. Luke just stared at all of you, his bright smile never fading.

He snapped his fingers so loud that you jumped at the noise, then he started digging in his pockets. “I know what’ll cheer you guys up.”

Luke pulled out a safety pin, then brought its point down into the table, his tongue poking out of the side of his mouth in concentration. After a few minutes, he brushed off the table and presented his design proudly. It was four words in huge slanted letters.

‘SUNSET CURVE WAS HERE’

“Seriously, Luke?” Alex said, his eyes wide. “Cece’s gonna kill you!”

Luke just smirked and handed him the pin, gesturing to the space under the words. “‘C’mon, man. You’re up first.”

It took a lot of convincing, but Alex eventually gave in, and one by one, you all signed your names.

‘Alex,

Bobby

Reggie

Luke

(Y/N)’

You heard the sound of Cece’s heels hitting the floor as she exited the kitchen. Panicking, you shoved the pin in your pocket just in time as she came up to the table. 

Before she could even see that anything was different, Reggie pointed at Luke.

“He did it!”

Cece frowned before inspecting the table, letting out a deep sigh and putting her hands on her hips.

“Are you vandalizing my diner, Patterson?”

Luke paled. “It was a group effort.”

“But it was your idea,” Alex said with a smirk, no doubt trying to pin the blame on Luke to keep his spot as Cece’s favorite. You had to bury your head into his shoulder to contain your laughter.

You could tell from the way that she was struggling to keep a straight face that Cece wasn’t actually mad but you weren’t gonna tell Luke that. He tried to kick Alex’s leg under the table but he hit yours instead. You hissed in pain and Luke paled even further.

“Shit, sorry, (Y/n).”

“And abusing my staff?” Cece joked, shaking her head.

Luke flashed her a charming smile as he rubbed the back of his neck. “Sorry, Cece. Just got a little excited.”

“I can see that.” She laughed then turned to you. “Hey. Get up. I got you something.”

You looked up at her in confusion but she didn’t offer you any answer as you dragged yourself up. Cece pulled a small blue box out from behind her back and handed it to you. “What’s the occasion?”

Cece rolled her eyes. “Just open it.” 

The first thing you saw was a folded piece of paper with your name on it, under it was a silver key. You picked it up and held it in between your fingers as you carefully unfolded the paper to see three words in Cece’s careful handwriting.

just in case

You looked up at her, eyebrows knitted together. “Cece?”

She just winked as she put her hand on your cheek. “Honey, you know that I couldn’t have more faith in you and your rockstar dreams. But just in case things don’t work out...well, I couldn’t imagine giving this place to anyone else.”

You flew into her arms and hugged her so tight it was a little painful. Of course, all you wanted was for Sunset Curve to get signed to a label and take over the world. But this place was like home to you and the idea of owning it some day made your heart swell. “Thank you!”

The booth erupted in cheers and Cece playfully glared at them as she tucked you under her arm. “But you have to promise you’ll keep these boys of yours from doing any more damage to the property.”

Bobby scoffed. “Hey, we’re not-”

You slapped your hand over his mouth before nodding at Cece. “I’ll try my best.”

The bell on the door jingled to announce the arrival of another customer, and Cece left to greet them. You twirled the key around in your hand and looked at the boys' smiling faces, unable to hide your own.

As you settled back in the booth and took a sip of your milkshake, you couldn’t help but feel like everything was coming together.

2020

L.A was somehow so different, yet exactly the way you remembered.

The way the bright lights flooded the streets, to the way that every surface you see was decorated with a piece of art, made you anxious to re-explore the city you loved so much. 

You couldn’t help but stare through your swinging legs at the crowds walking around below, listening to the soft buzzing of the Orpheum’s sign above your head.

An hour ago when Luke had suggested walking around the city, you figured you would end up here eventually. But now that you were actually here, you couldn’t help the hollow feeling that settled in your stomach.

It must’ve shown on your face because Luke launched into one of his motivational speeches. “C’mon, guys. I know being dead wasn’t our first choice. But you gotta admit, it is easier to get around.”

Reggie pouted. “Easy for you maybe. I lost my shirt on that one.”

You hadn’t even noticed that he was shirtless until it reappeared in a flash and he sighed in relief.

“So, why did you bring us here?” Alex asked Luke. “Just another painful reminder of where we never got to play?”

You smiled sarcastically. “Yeah, thanks, Luke.”

Luke rolled his eyes. “Because, we’re not done yet!”

He slung his arm around Alex’s shoulder, and gripped yours as he poofed you all down to the sidewalk, pulling away from you as fast as possible once your feet were back on the ground.

“I’m telling you.” Luke said. “We’ve been given a second chance. Let’s go see how many clubs we can hit before sunrise!”

He started walking down the street and Reggie was quick to follow, leaving you and Alex behind. As you watched them skip down the sidewalk, Alex let out a sharp ‘hey!’ and you whipped around to see him rubbing his shoulder.

A man in a long black suit stared straight into your eyes before tipping his hat to Alex and disappearing down the street. Every hair on your body stood on end as you stared at the spot where he was just standing.

“That was weird.” You said, turning to Alex. “You okay?”

He ran a hand through his hair. “Yeah, I’m good.”

You could hear Luke and Reggie’s excited shouting as they ran down the street, but you and Alex kept your distance. He reached his arm out to you and you took it automatically.

Over the last six months, Alex had become your best friend. You had always been close but last summer when things got bad with his parents, he turned to you.

And when things started to get weird between you and Luke or you had a fight with your mom, Alex was the only one you wanted to talk to. 

“Alright.” Alex sighed. “Out with it.”

“Out with what?”

“I know you’re dying to talk about Luke.”

“I am not!”

Alex raised his eyebrows, clearly not convinced.

“Besides, there’s nothing to talk about.”

“Nothing-” He took in a sharp breath. “(Y/n), for someone so smart, you’re acting like a dumbass.”

You put a hand on your chest, dramatically gasping. “Alexander Mercer! I had no idea you were capable of using that kind of language.”

He flashed you his middle finger before unlocking his arm from yours and pulling you into his side. “Seriously though. What’s rolling around up there?”

You were quiet for a few minutes as you rested your head on his shoulder. “I just want to know what I did, you know?” 

Alex nodded, but didn’t say anything, as he knew that you were just getting started.

“I mean, he’s always been there. He's always been my person. The one who I could count on for anything. Then that night in the studio, I thought…” 

You trailed off and Alex held you a little tighter. Even though he wasn’t there, he could probably describe that night in exact detail from the amount of times you had told him about it. “I just miss him."

“Yeah, I know.” Alex said, his eyes glued to Luke’s back. “But, hey, you know that he loves you, and that didn’t change because of one night.”

He started to say something else but cut himself off as he saw Reggie and Luke approaching, both with big, goofy smiles. Reggie took your arm that wasn’t around Alex’s back and locked it in his.

“What are you guys talking about?” He asked.

“Nothing!” You said way too fast, cringing to yourself as you dragged Reggie down the sidewalk. “Come on, Reg. Let’s go see if that old comic book shop is still around.”

As the night wore on, you became more and more thankful that you weren’t able to get tired.

You spent the whole night sneaking into concert venues, clubs, and pretty much any place you wanted now that there was no chance of getting caught. It wasn’t until you passed a small street-side café that you let yourself think about the one place you hadn’t been yet.

Cece’s Diner.

When Julie told you it had been 25 years, you assumed that it had closed down. That Cece had moved away. Maybe even reconnected with her son and lived out her life. It seemed like such a perfect thought that you didn’t want to ruin it with reality. 

But now that you had seen the way things had changed in the time you had been gone, you were now filled with a sense of urgency. You launched up the sidewalk until you were in front of the boys.

“Hey, guys?” You asked. They all stared at you curiously as a smile slowly spread across your face. “Anyone up for milkshakes?”

-

When you walked up to the diner - for only an instant - it was as if no time had passed. You felt the urge to run inside, throw your hair up in a ponytail, and make a beeline for the kitchen before you got in trouble for being late for your shift. 

Only as you got closer, you realized how much had changed. The building, which had always been a little ordinary and worn like a well-loved home, now felt about twenty stories tall. You dragged yourself forward toward the door, unable to look away.

The boys lingered behind you, but no one said a word. 

Your hand reached for the doorknob before you remembered that you wouldn’t actually be able to touch it.

I really gotta get used to that, you mumbled to yourself as you walked through the door.

It looked so different that you almost didn’t recognize it.

The bright blue paint had been replaced with brown on every wall, bookshelves lined the corners of the room, and long leather couches had replaced the booths and tables. The old jukebox had disappeared, and some old jazz song was playing over speakers over your head.

“Can I help you?” 

A voice asked from behind the counter. It was a boy that looked a little older than you, messy black hair and an uninterested smile. He dragged a blue pen across the margins of a book as he waited for your answer.

“You can see us?” Alex asked, to which the boy rolled his eyes.

“I’m talking to you, aren’t I?” He said, raising his eyebrows when you all failed to answer either of his questions.

“My, my. Aren’t we chatty.”

“Who are you, exactly?” You said, trying to mask your annoyance with a smile.

“Teddy.” He said, pushing himself off the counter and making his way around until he stopped just a few feet ahead of you. “And you’re (Y/n).”

A shiver ran down your spine. “How do you know that?”

“You were a friend of my grandma’s.”

Before you could ask what the hell he meant by that, a man came walking out of the kitchen. He looked so much like Cece that it made your stomach flip. It was her son.

And as you looked back at Teddy, your mind slowly connected the dots. “You’re Cece’s grandson?”

He nodded.

“Okay, this is just too weird.” You said as you rubbed your temples. There was no way that this was actually happening, right? Maybe you somehow fell asleep and are having some weird ghost dream. 

“Okay, well I definitely feel old.” Alex sighed.

Your head was spinning. “What is even happening right now.”

Teddy smiled. “Well, it’s too bad we’re dead or else I would buy you coffee and explain it to you.”

You internally cringed at his pick-up line but you couldn’t help but laugh a little. Normally, random guys flirting with you made you uncomfortable but behind his cocky attitude, he seemed like a genuine guy.

Maybe it was the way that he twirled his pen between his fingers the way that Cece used to, but something told you that there was more to him than meets the eye.

Before you could answer, Luke spoke up. “Well, it was nice meeting you. But we really should be getting back home.”

You could see that he was right as the pale light came in through the windows as the sky started to lighten.

But you couldn’t help but notice that this was the first time he had interjected in the conversation since you got there, and a small part of you wondered if that had anything to do with the way that Teddy was staring at you.

You shook those thoughts from your head, giving Teddy a soft smile.

“Maybe next time.”

Though you weren’t capable of getting cold, you still shivered a little as you walked through the door and back out onto the street. You could feel Luke’s eyes on the side of your face, flickering down to the sidewalk when he saw you looking.

You gave him a light nudge on the shoulder, and he gave you a soft smile that you couldn’t quite decipher the meaning behind.

That was pretty much all you got from Luke these days.

“So,” Luke said, his enthusiasm returning in full force as he threw his arms over Alex and Reggie’s shoulders. “I think it’s safe to say we’re officially back in business.”

-

The second that you landed in the studio, your jaw dropped.

Julie was sitting at the piano, her voice shaky but full of passion as she belted out the most beautiful song you’ve ever heard. Her fingers hit the keys expertly and you smiled.

You closed your eyes, listening to her voice echo through the room and getting lost in the warm feeling the lyrics filled you with. It wasn’t until she stopped singing and sniffled quietly that your heart dropped.

Both you and Alex surged forward to comfort her but Luke shook his head and swirled his finger, signaling to meet up outside. You wanted to protest. To stay and comfort your new friend.

But Julie sniffled again and you thought that maybe it would be a good idea to give her space. You made a mental note to talk to her later and poofed out of the garage.

-

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[sailorsero]

nothin’ else like this - nsfw

author: claire (@sailorsero​) ship: solo adult bakugou katsuki, dash of adult bakugou x gender neutral reader, side adult kaminari denki x adult shinsou hitoshi prompt/genre: birthday & food kink themed solo play wordcount: 2887 warnings: explicit sexual content, swearing, kink, food fetish/food kink/sploshing a/n: • written for the Bakugou’s Birthday Bash Collaboration - check out the masterlist to see everyone elses!) • shoutout to @foolishfortuna who is writing an amazing food fetish kiribaku that inspired me to write this kink • i do not give permission for this (or any of my writing) to be reposted, by anyone, on this or any other website. please don’t do it! • title from ‘birthday cake’ by rihanna

nothin’ else like this *** pinkyofficial • HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE BLASTIEST BOY IN THE GALAXY!!! @explosiongoddynamight LOVE YOU!!! 💥🧡🍹🎂😘 CAN’T WAIT TO SEE YOU AND GET TURNT WITH MAH BOYSSS!!! BAKUSQUAD BABY!!! 👬🧍‍♀️👬 GO TELL DYNAMIGHT HAPPT BIRTHDAY Y’ALL!!! #dynamight #pinky #birthdaybitch

its_cellophane: happt birthday @explosiongoddynamight pinkyofficial: @its_cellophane suddenly we’re a squad of 4 #cellowho theredriot: Look at us 🥺 can’t wait to celebrate together, love you guys!!! happy birthday bro @explosiongoddynamight ♥️ chargebolt: But can we get #birthdaybitch trending tho?? 🤔

Bakugou tutted, flicking through the photos Mina had posted to Instagram. One from last years Hero Gala, with Tweedle Dumb, Dumber and Dumbest crowded into his personal space - all smiles, suits and champagne flutes. A post-graduation selfie with the woman herself, where he felt so triumphant at moving onto the next stage of his quest to become #1, that he hadn’t even objected to the filter that gave them huge eyelashes and bear ears. A couple from their most recent meetups, candids from their school days (mostly taken without his knowledge, let alone permission; the only one that he was posing for featured a double middle finger that had set Iida off for a good fifteen minutes), one from a photoshoot his publicist had strong armed him into and his friends had christened ‘The Great Bakugou Thirst Trap of 2020’.

Bakugou did not consider himself a sentimental person, or someone who placed a great deal of importance on his own birthday; he hadn’t even made any fuss when you told him you were needed in Osaka for a mission that would take you away two days before he turned 24.

But he couldn’t help but go back to the first photo of the bunch, allowing himself a soft smile he would deny under oath.

His 17th birthday, his first birthday with - ugh - real friends. He remembered rolling his eyes when Racoon Eyes had given her blindingly pink phone to the waitress, yelling at Sparky and Tape Face when they’d shoved themselves into the same side of the booth as the rest of them, growling when Shitty Hair had told him to ‘say ‘cheese’, Bakubro!’.

They all looked so young, pre-undercuts and piercings and late teenage growth spurts. He’d have to remember the (very secret) happiness that night had brought him next time Kirishima annoyed him by stepping mud into his carpet or Kaminari pissed him off by opening his big fat mouth.

Bakugou was drawn from his thoughts by knocking on his office door. Knocking that started out strong for the first hit, dropping noticeably into something more tentative for the rest; probably once they remembered whose door they were knocking on. Kirishima had once told him that the interns drew straws on who had to ‘rattle the beast’s cage’ (interact with Bakugou). He’d know; that idiot had been rattling Bakugou’s cage 25/8 since their first year at Yuuei.

“Come in!”

The door opened far enough for an assistant who had already been by this morning with a sack of birthday cards mixed in with regular fan mail to poke their head through the gap.

“Mr Dynamight, Sir, there’s another delivery for you.”

Bakugou nodded, leaning back in his leather desk chair and stretching out his back. Damn paperwork day, and on his birthday. Fuck, was 24 the age your back started aching from sitting in a goddamn chair?!

The assistant continued as they approached the desk, despite the fact that Bakugou didn’t fucking ask.

“It’s a cake, from a lovely bakery downtown; a delivery person just dropped it off. Their cakes are exquisite, by all accounts.”

They stepped back from the desk once the baby blue box was securely placed down, a white satin ribbon wound expertly around it. An embossed logo Bakugou recognised shone under the overhead light.

The blonde’s quirk made short work of the ribbon, burning it idly with one hand so the rest could be severed with ease.

Bakugou flipped the lid of the box up, letting it fall fully open so he could inspect the contents. He blinked. He blinked again.

It was a cake. A strawberry shortcake, slathered with cream and fresh fruit, and perfectly placed in the centre was a chocolate disc with immaculately piped words.

♡ HAPPY BIRTHDAY DYNAMIGHT ♡

“It’s from your fanclub!”

He let his eyes drift back up to the assistant, who - from what Bakugou could infer from the overly positive, cheery tone he was using - clearly thought Bakugou was seconds away from blasting the expensive gateau across his office, and was trying to avert having to call the janitorial staff back up to this floor. He understood; unbridled, perhaps not-always-reasonable rage was kind of his brand, and the cleaners had already had to make a return journey today after Kaminari had set off several sprinklers making toast.

A cake. Yes, a cake. From his fanclub. A cake from his fanclub. That he was definitely going to eat and nothing else, nothing weird! A cake for him to eat. At home. In private. As soon as possible.

“That’s-” He cleared his throat and tried again. “That’s...great. It looks delicious...yes. Thanks. That’s all. You can...go.”

The assistant looked like they were struggling to process the combination of words that had just left Bakugou, but he was pleased when they decided to take this struggle on the road and left his office with a rushed “Yes, Mr Dynamight, Sir, thank you, you are welcome, good bye!” and the click of the office door.

Bakugou barely had time to drag his fingers through his hair, letting out a breath he had apparently been holding since he’d spoken, before the door opened again.

“Knock knock!” “You know he says it doesn’t count if you say it instead of doing it, especially if you’ve already open- Denki!”

Bakugou groaned as Kaminari shot across the room, peering into the still-open box on the desk. “Ooh, that looks amazing, bro! Can I have some?”

“Hey, Kats! Happy birthday, man!” Kirishima beamed at him before dropping his gaze to the cake Kaminari was currently eyefucking. Bakugou slid the box an inch or two closer to himself. He steadfastly ignored the other blonde’s question.

“Thanks, Ei. What’s Dunce Face doing here - world’s worst birthday present?”

Kirishima snorted, clapping Kaminari on the shoulder. “Ran into him a few blocks away on our patrols; figured we’d catch you now to say ‘happy birthday’ on the actual day instead of waiting for Saturday!”

Kaminari brought out what he probably considered the big guns; his finger guns, that he did for literally everything. “Happy birthday, Blasty! Speaking of your birthday, where did the cake come from? Sent with luuurve from Osaka? Although, that would be weird because you don’t even really like sweets and this won’t keep until Saturday when we get togeth-“

“It’s from my fanclub, Pikachu, and keep your staticky hands off my cake!” Bakugou flipped the lid back down, shielding the cake from view.

“Man, don’t be like that - there’s no way you’re gonna be able to eat all that by yourself!” Kaminari whined.

“Relax, Denks - you know Y/N has a cake ordered for Bakubro’s Belated Birthday Blowout!” Kirishima patted his back consolingly.

“I really wish you’d all stop calling it that. God, letting you guys have their number was a fucking mistake.”

Kaminari looked thoughtful; it was terrifying. “You know, I heard, one time, a hero got given a homemade cake by a fan, and when they took a bite of it, they realised they had a mouth full of the fan’s pubic hair!”

“Dude!” “What the everloving fuck, Dunce Face?!”

Kaminari just beamed, apparently proud of himself for making Bakugou question his life on the anniversary of his birth.

“Firstly, does this cake look fucking homemade to you? Secondly, where the fuck did you read that? ‘Disgusting Stories for Stupid Fucking Idiots Monthly’?”

Kaminari shrugged, nonplussed. “Sero told me.”

“Yes, then. Same thing, pretty much.”

Kirishima interrupted, looking thoughtful. “If you think Bakubro’s cake is full of pubes, why do you want to eat it?”

“Wouldn’t be the first time I’ve had a mouthful of pubes, bro! ‘Toshi’s more of an au naturel kind of guy…”

Bakugou saw Kirishima’s (painful looking) thinking face intensify, and intervened immediately. “Ei, do not pull at this thread. He-“ Bakugou punctuated with a harsh jab towards the electric hero. “- has told us several times that he’s had Mindfucker’s dirty feet in his mouth before, not to mention all the bodily fluids, and then there’s all the disgusting public places they’ve fucked, and-“

“Don’t kinkshame me, bruh!” Kaminari cut in, sounding lowkey offended, but Bakugou noted the look of pride from before hadn’t diminished, even a little bit.

Bakugou snorted. He constantly shamed Kaminari and his walking corpse of a boyfriend, but that was because they were shamelessly disgusting oversharing nymphomaniacs and someone had to do it. Preferably before one of them creamed their pants in a karaoke bar again. That was Shinkami shaming, not kinkshaming.

He definitely had no room to kinkshame people; not with the plans he had for this cake.

***

Bakugou slammed the door to his apartment shut with his hip and laid the bakery box down on the side table so he could make quick work of his boots and jacket.

God, that had to have been the longest taxi ride of his life. He couldn’t risk the subway with such a precious cargo, so he’d had to sit in the back of the cab next to the box (that he’d had to resist the urge to belt in) and sweat in silence.

Bakugou didn’t know where this kink had come from - maybe he’d watched too much Food Network in his formative years, or passing by the bakery with the amazing smell opposite his junior high school twice a day for three years before going home to jerk it had warped his sexuality; all he knew was, he was gonna fuck this cake.

It was a shame that you were miles and miles away and unavailable for a Facetime like no other; introducing you to his kink had been one of the best weekends of his life, and he was pretty sure - if he knows you as well as he thinks he does - you’d placed an order for two birthday cakes for his belated celebrations.

Maybe you’d got other stuff in mind, too - pie, custard, ice cream, syrups, chocolate, sushi, spaghetti, fruit…and now he was half-hard, still fully dressed and standing in the hallway.

Well, you weren’t here now, but it was his birthday, dammit! He would just have to play alone, and send you some photos afterwards.

Bakugou seized the box and made quick strides until he could place it down on his bedside table.

The comforter flew off of the bed, pooling into a lavish lump on the floor right before the pillows landed one by one on top. The undersheet was last, leaving the rubber sheet beneath exposed to one of the only two people who knew it was there in the first place.

The box made its final move to the middle of the protected mattress, where Bakugou tilted it just enough to be able to coax the cake free with help from gravity and without getting it all over his hands. Not yet…

Bakugou made short work of his clothes, kicking his pants and briefs off impatiently a second before climbing onto the bed and kneeling beside his prize.

Normally, he’d take his time, play around more, have more of a plan, but today, the anticipation had him on a knife edge already. It had been nearly four hours since he’d unwrapped this gift, and he was dying to play with it.

Bakugou leant his knees spread apart, sinking into a squat so he was as close as he could get to his treat.

He was fully hard now, and gave his cock a couple of quick pumps, letting his fist settle loosely from the base down as he took a deep breath and brought his leaking tip to the side of the cake.

His breath left him in a quick rush when the first contact was made; the cream was on the cooler side, and the smooth finish of the outside of the cake was everything he had been missing since he’d last indulged himself like this.

It took all the self control Bakugou had to only push the head in, then pause and take a breath, focusing intently on every sensation as he pushed in as slowly as was physically possible.

The afternoon of waiting felt like edging, so the sensation against his cock, inch by inch, was almost too much as it was not enough.

The sponge was almost as soft and velvety as the cream, but providing some texture and resistance that felt as delicious as the dessert looked.

Bakugou let out the first of many moans as he bottomed out, the air in the bedroom already beginning to smell like sugar and strawberries - just the right side of cloying, and he knew before long it would be so heady he’d be dizzy from it.

He pulled out almost as slowly as he went in, raising himself back up a little and bracing himself with his hands on the other side of the intact cake, leaving him looking over it on his hands and knees.

His reentry at a slightly higher point of the cake wasn’t quite as slow as the first breach, but he’s never been known for his patience.

Bakugou pulled in and out a couple of times, leaving a clear hole to fuck as he began to do just that, his hips begnining to thrust in a steady rhythm.

It didn’t take long for the squishy sounds coming from between his legs to turn into sloppy ones; the delicate cake was beginning to buckle already, the defined layers enveloping his cock becoming mushy around him.

Balancing his weight on one arm, he swiped his now-free hand across the top of the cake, coming away with as generous a handful of cream and strawberry slices as he could without threatening the structural integrity of the cake prematurely.

Bakugou raised his hand and smacked it right into the middle of his chest, before smearing it across his right pec, rubbing purposefully over his nipple as he did so. His hips sped up slightly without intention - or him noticing - as he alternated between smearing the food deeper into his flushed skin, and tugging on his nipple.

He could hear whimpering in his ears and it took a beat or two for Bakugou to realise they were coming from him. Fuck, it all just felt so good.

He blindly grabbed another small handful, this time coming away with some cake mixed into his spoils, before repeating the treatment on his left pec, but with a roughness borne of his increasing desperation.

“Fuck, fuck, shit, I-“ He hissed out a breath, pinching his nipple firmly as he felt the cake begin to collapse inwards, the squelch of the fucking he was giving it echoing in his ears.

A final scoop of the dessert onto his fingers went straight into his mouth, his plush, pink lips parting to accommodate three fingers; he was close.

Bakugou’s balance was starting to go as his orgasm approached, so he pulled his fingers free from his tongue and resumed his position, but beginning to sink lower into the mess he was fucking into his mattress protectors. From his angle, his balls began to slap what was left of the sides of the sinking cake, and the noise that created tore another moan from the blonde.

He could feel the sticky mess coating his crotch and inner thighs, closing his eyes as he lost himself in the feeling of indulging in the kink that turned him on like nothing else, wanting to savour something he knew was nearly over.

“Oh my fuck- ing, shit, oh, fuck-“

Bakugou’s hips were moving at a frantic pace now, chasing a release inside the cake while it still had an inside.

His orgasm had been teetering for a couple of minutes, then came all at once. A shout turned into a long, drawn out moan that was almost a cry, as he spilled his release in one, two, three bursts; biting his lip so hard, he’d discover later he’d drawn blood.

His arms gave out before he’d come back to himself, his lower half landing into the gooey puddle of expensive baking with a splat that would almost have been enough to get him half hard again if his soul hadn’t just shot out of his dick into a cake.

The blonde let out a deep, satisfied sigh, smiling dopily into the shiny, specialist bedsheet. Happy birthday to me, indeed.

Bakugou had only just had the energy to raise himself back onto his hands and knees when he had to find a little more to turn his head towards the door at the sound of it creaking open.

“Awh, did someone get you a birthday cake, babe?”

He nodded. You were back early.

You dropped your duffel on the floor, taking your first step towards the bed as you slid your shirt off with ease.

“Ooh, good - you saved some for me! I’m starving…”

[mooshys]

the silver lining of bad first dates

summary: a date gone wrong. a walk in the rain. a simple conversation in a ramen shop. mundane slice of life and mutual pining with kuroo.

word count: 2.1k

author’s note and warnings: curse words galore. set in time-skip. pure word vomit. kuroo’s one of those characters that I’m so scared to even consider writing for because I feel as though I’ll never truly be able to “get” his character. whatever though, I tried.

This date fucking sucked.

Point-blank. No sugarcoating because the dude sitting on the opposite side of the dinner table was more interested in the JASDAQ than your name. Seriously, he couldn’t even be bothered to listen to you talk about your alma mater before he swooped in and started blanketing his insecurities with his recent Bitcoin investment. 

Talk about lame.

Wine and hors d’oeuvres be damned, you were making an escape before he started mansplaining the economy. Even wagyu couldn’t save this candlelit disaster.

Making no attempt to be discreet, you whipped your phone out of your bag and typed up a quick text:

Mind picking me up? Shitty date.

Ping! 

Seriously? Again? What’d this guy do this time?

Ping!

Send the address

Ping!

I swear, this is the last time I’m picking you up

You smiled at the screen, thumbs moving fast.

That’s what you said last week

A bubble with three dots appeared, disappeared, and reappeared.

Ping!

Five minutes.

───✱*.｡:｡✱*.:｡✧*.｡✰*.:｡✧*.｡:｡*.｡✱ ───

Like every cliché bad first date, the weather made sure to mimic the mood. The rainfall was nothing less than dreadful, a downpour that left the streets empty as most people kept indoors to avoid getting soaked.

“You’re so lucky that I didn’t have to work overtime tonight,” Kuroo began, standing close to you in an attempt to shield you both from the shower with his janky umbrella. “Otherwise, you’d be walking in the rain or sitting there having your dinner ruined from hearing that guy talk about his gains in the market.”

You laughed at the truth of his words. There really was no one else who knew you like Kuroo. 

“And you know I would’ve walked in the rain out of the two options. I can’t believe someone so dick-ish exists that I’d bail out on a free meal,” you said, raising your voice over the heavy pelting.

Without any warning, a trio of college kids rushed past you two, not paying attention to the other pedestrians walking the sidewalks as their only priority in mind was making it back home before catching a cold. They had their backpacks held up to cover their heads, but it wasn’t much help as their clothes were completely soaked.

“See that?” Kuroo jabbed a thumb over his shoulder. “You would’ve been running like those kids all the way back to your apartment if I didn’t show up.”

You lightly elbowed him and rolled your eyes. Rain fell on your shoulder from the sudden movement, but Kuroo repositioned the umbrella to prevent you from getting wet. “As if,” you murmured, hugging your body in an attempt to keep warm. “Thanks for picking me up. Again.”

“Yeah, yeah, you’re oh so welcome,” he waved off your words and then cackled when you narrowed your eyes at him. Sometimes he really knew how to push your buttons. “Anyway, are you trying to date a bunch of crappy guys on purpose? Because I feel like that’s what you’re trying to do.”

“It’s not like I ask to go through a bunch of crappy first dates!” you said, letting out a huff of hot air. The past month had been riddled with unsuccessful first dates. Statistically speaking, you were an outlier; the average person probably went through a handful of bad first dates in a single year: you went through that number in a mere month. Multiple standard deviations past, you were way out of the norm. “Maybe I’m just a magnet for awful guys who only have a thing for themselves.”

Kuroo scoffed. “Or maybe you just like to make my life a little bit harder.”

You smiled at his words.

“Maybe.”

Besides the realization that you were like a honeytrap to flies when it came to bad first dates, another constant came from the start of it all: Kuroo. You weren’t expecting much from the first SOS call; really, just someone to walk you back home when it was late and the taxi fares were jacked up. But you would never forget the first time he waited for you outside that overhyped bar with a bag of take-out, his tie loosened and hair messy because he had just left the office and rushed to the nearest place that sold yakisoba for a decent price.

Maybe you did make his life a little bit harder. It was selfish, but whenever you had a bad date, you actually started to anticipate your escape because that meant Kuroo would be there for you.

He was your silver lining for the past month.

Red brick walls came into view once you two rounded the corner into a more secluded alley, revealing a familiar site that made you hungry. A neon sign which turned brighter due to the haze of the rain drew you in like a moth to a flame. It flickered, but still kept its light. Another constant.

Underneath the awning of the restaurant, Kuroo retracted his umbrella and shook the excess water off of it. He shoved it in the small bin filled with umbrellas belonging to the other patrons and dragged the soles of his shoes on the mat before pulling the door open. 

“Let’s just get some ramen,” he said, ushering you inside. You took the first steps and situated yourself at a lone table. He followed and a waitress quickly took your orders, soon rushing back to the kitchen to help with the line of tickets pinned to the wall. 

“Ramen on a rainy day,” you said, giving a low whistle. “You know your stuff.”

“Duh, ramen tastes best when you’re freezing,” he replied, pulling on his necktie to loosen it. He grabbed two pairs of chopsticks along with a pair of spoons, placing a set in front of you. “And it tastes pretty good after bad dates too.”

“You’re talking to the queen of bad first dates.”

“Oh, I’ve had my fair share too, Your Highness.”

As if on cue, two bowls of ramen were brought over from the kitchen along with an extra soft boiled egg as soon as he finished his sentence. The soup had small ringlets floating at the top from the fat of the broth along with bright green scallions acting as a garnish to offer a vibrant and appetizing color. Wasting no time, you both gave thanks and started to dig in.

“You know,” he started, breaking his chopsticks apart and dipping them into the broth. He pulled up a nice amount of noodles, the steam rising up higher than before. “I really think you should quit dating guys who suck.”

Following Kuroo, you did the same and blew at your noodles. “You say it like it’s easy.”

“It is. It’s so easy.” He ate a mouthful and swallowed before speaking again. “You have your top tier guys, your average guys, and then your totally shitty guys. I mean absolute trash—these are the guys you’re dating. Avoid them and all your problems will be solved.”

“Ugh, I feel like we go through this conversation after every single mishap of a date.”

Translation: Kuroo, you sound like my nagging mother.

“Because you never learn.”

Translation: I will nag at you all I want.

You sighed. “Love’s a lot more complicated than you make it.”

“Whatever. Just find a guy who isn’t an asswipe, and then we can talk.”

As you two continued to eat, the kitchen staff remained lively. The sounds of ceramic bowls clattering together along with the static hum of an old radio buzzing some city pop tune your mom would have listened to in her youth acted as background noise while chatting. 

“So... what kind of guy do you think you are?” you asked, curious to hear his answer. Kuroo was in the middle of slurping his noodles and held a hand up to signal you to give him a second.

“Me?” He pointed at himself and you nodded. Who else would you be asking? “I’m your average guy.”

You frowned. “No way.”

“What, you think I’m an absolute trash kind of guy? Harsh.”

“No, I think you’re definitely top tier. Average guys don’t go out of their way to do stuff like this.”

Kuroo raised a brow at you and set his chopsticks down. His bowl was half finished, but he was more interested in what you had to say. “Stuff like what?”

“You know,” you motioned the space between you two, “doing this awful-first-date-rescue-at-the-drop-of-a-hat kind of stuff. No questions asked. Average guys don’t do that. Average guys just pay for your meal and maybe give you their jacket when it’s kind of cold. And sometimes they call you some gross pet name like...” You shivered at the thought. “Kitten or something.”

He looked slightly taken aback. “You don’t like being called kitten?”

“No, something about it sounds gross.”

“That’s just because you haven’t found the right guy to say it to you when—“

Not wanting to hear the rest of what he had to say, you quickly crumpled up a napkin into a ball and tossed it at him. He threw his head back, putting on an act as if you actually did any damage to him.

“Stop. Please. Enough. Don’t even finish what you’re going to say.” You went back to devouring your bowl, the noodles more soft than before. Still tasted great as you shoveled in mouthfuls. “I don’t wanf tew heur et!”

Sporting a disgusted look, Kuroo grabbed a few napkins from the dispenser and slid them to your side of the table. “Jeez, you eat like that whenever you’re on a date? Maybe I saved that guy from you.”

“Well, you’re the one stuck with all of this now,” you motioned a hand to your entirety and wiggled an eyebrow. “Consider yourself lucky.”

He held his chin in the palm of his hand and stared at you from across the table, eyes still holding a glint of amusement under the low lighting of the restaurant. His bowl was nearly finished, yet he focused his attention on you, allowing a small smile to grace his lips as he pondered your words.

You eyed him, his gaze feeling a bit different from before. “What are you doing?”

“Considering,” he said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“...It shouldn’t take you that long to,” you mumbled and ate another mouthful of noodles. He kept at it and soon started to crack up. When you narrowed your eyes at him, he shook his head and pushed another pile of napkins your way. 

“There’s a scallion at the corner of your lips,” he tapped a hand on his bottom lip and cackled when you rushed to grab a napkin and wipe it away. Heat rose to your face and you sucked on your teeth.

“You know what? Forget about me calling you a top tier guy. It never happened.”

He placed a hand over his heart, wounded by your words. “It was kitten, wasn’t it?”

Unable to contain yourself, you laughed into your hand, shoulders shaking. You had to set your chopsticks down as you fanned your face, trying to get rid of the tears threatening to spill from the corner of your eyes. “If I ever heard that from another guy, I would walk out. The second the word came out of his mouth, I would pack up my things, leave, and never look back.”

“But you’re not right now.”

“I’m not.”

“Because I’m a top tier guy. Admit it.”

Because it’s you.

You shook your head and waved the white flag. “Right, that’s exactly it.”

Kuroo crossed his arms in front of his chest, satisfied with your answer. Like he won something from this conversation. He liked the way your lips tugged into a smile, not too tight, but enough to showcase the apples of your cheeks; he liked these nights when he could unwind after a long day of work and laugh about stupid pet names; he loved how easy it all was. 

Consideration done and over with, he went back to finish his bowl, the steam from the broth no longer visible to the naked eye.

“Eat up or it’ll get cold,” he said and sipped on the broth. It was still warm, much to his surprise. “I’ll walk you back home when we’re done.”

You took small bites, prolonging the meal in any way possible: listening to him talk about his lazy cubicle partner, ordering another side of gyoza, folding a napkin to tell him his fortune through grade school methods. Both your bowls were empty, pushed to the side with a sliver of broth left as the focus was neither the food nor the JASDAQ jerk from hours before, but rather mundane conversation that went in circles until the shop emptied out.

A hundred dates could go wrong only for Kuroo to show up and make things right.

Maybe it was time for him to become more than a silver lining.

[mango-miso]

a cursed date

In which the date with your s/o goes awfully wrong, as all things do. Albeit, you’re both sorcerers, so suck it up dude. 

𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌: Jujutsu Kaisen

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐋𝐔𝐃𝐄𝐃: Fushiguro, Gojou

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: None

FUSHIGURO MEGUMI ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

Warm light spilled through the windows of the homely cafe. A soft jazz melody played in the background, fitting the atmosphere of the peaceful area. You were sitting in your seat with your legs jiggling beneath the table. Appreciating this break you so desperately needed, your heart also skipped a beat at the dark haired male in front of you. Nothing could go wrong today. 

It took a long time to convince Fushiguro Megumi to join you on a date. Every time you tried to bring it up, his eyes would flit away and he’d stuff his hands into his trouser’s pockets. He wouldn’t admit it, but he was obviously embarrassed to do anything like this. 

The only reason he said yes was because Gojou had overheard your invitation and forced him to go. It was a little sad that that was the reason, but alas, he seemed to be enjoying himself in this moment. 

“How’s the coffee?” you asked him. Being the quiet person he was, it always prompted that you’d start the conversation. To this, you didn’t mind; on the other hand, he liked to listen to you speak. 

“It’s not bad,” he murmured, lowering his dark blue eyes in thought. 

You smiled crookedly and crossed your arms across your chest, looking pleased. “And here you were avoiding me just because I kept asking you out.”

He grew slightly red, ducking his head down adorably. “It wasn’t on purpose.”

You raised a brow. “Anyway, this is a nice break from the daily shenanigans, right? You’ve been looking exhausted lately.”

His hues landed on you once again and he nodded in agreement, his features softening. You cared for his wellbeing so much -- he still wasn’t so used to such affection. All he knew was that he liked it... he liked you. “Thank you for this. I mean it.”

You could feel your cheeks warm and before you could utter out a response, a shriek in the distance turned heads. In one of the back booths of the cafe was a young woman, who had fallen to the floor and cowering from something looming over. Other customers were running out of the tiny shop in panic, as quick as their legs could take them. Stomach twisting within itself, you clumsily got up and exchanged a look with Fushiguro. This could only mean one thing.

Dammit! Of course there had to be a curse here of all things... on your date night too! You wanted nothing more to do than rip out all your hair.

Stupid Curse. It was going to pay for interrupting your precious time with your love. 

Running towards the suffocated air, you quickly swooped in and pulled the fainted young woman away. You got a close look at the curse. A goopy, green slimeball with too many eyeballs, it was chilling on the table and had noticed the sorcerers. By the looks of it, it wasn’t too strong. You and Fushiguro should be able to manage just fine. 

The woman was heaved to the farthest table away and you quickly returned to Fushiguro’s side. Before he could summon his shikigamis, you had rushed into battle. Using your curse energy, you began to fight the thing carelessly, mind growing red in frustration and anger. 

Suddenly, it grew arms. Going for your blind spot, it had smacked you across the room, crashing you into the wall. It knocked the air out of you, causing you to wheeze in pain. Shit. 

Struggling to get back onto your feet, a pair of arms suddenly entered your peripheral vision. It was none other than Fushiguro, who had wrapped his arms around you and dodged the curse’s second attack on time. 

“What the hell were you thinking?” he asked you, his usual calm voice colored in slight anger. “Don’t underestimate the curses. You can’t just go in blindly like that.”

“I just... wanted to get back to our date as soon as possible,” you sighed, looking guilty. “I’m sorry. I sound really petty now.”

He seemed surprised by your response, blinking for a few seconds. 

Afterwards, he summoned his shikigamis and with a helping hand, the two of you destroyed the curse easily.

Even when the danger was cleared, he had hugged you, leaving you shocked. "If you die, I’ll kill you, [L/N]. Promise me you won’t do that again. Promise and I’ll go on as many dates as you want.”

You laughed and nodded in agreement. “I promise.”

GOJO SATORU ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

When he asked you out to the amusement park, you instantly agreed, excited to spend time with the fellow sorcerer. And when you got there, you were not disappointed in the slightest. The skies were of a bright blue, void from any clouds. The color of it reminded you of Gojou’s eyes.

Of course, his eyes were being covered by that dark blindfold he always wore. The only times you ever saw his eyes were when he was in battle. Even then, that was a rarity. 

The structures of the park was amazing. It was filled of roller coasters, rides, shops, restaurants, and more. Families, friends, little children, and elders were all there, enjoying their time spent together. The sight of it was wholesome and it made a smile grow on your face, but the skilled sorcerer beside you had other things in mind. 

“Cotton candy!” he exclaimed, bouncing over to the stand that handed out the fluffy pieces. He looked over to you, who had a disdain look on your face. He jutted his lip out. “Can we get one? Please?” 

“Why are you asking me? Are you not an adult?” you pointed out, chuckling while shaking your head. He was so childish sometimes... goodness. It was a wonder how this kind of man was the renown sorcerer who’s supposedly the strongest. You would not lie that you were sometimes intimidated by him, for he was in a level higher than you could ever achieve. 

It also made you insecure... because why had he fallen in love with you, of all people? It wasn’t that you were weak. But you weren’t one of the strongest either.

His demeanor brightened and he quickly paid for the candy. Shaking your thoughts away, you decided to just enjoy today as it was. Overthinking would only lead you to ruin. 

“Can we go into that haunted house over there?” he asked you, pointing a slender finger in a direction. You turned to look at it and scowled. 

“Sounds too similar to curses. Why don’t we go on a roller coaster instead?”

He tapped his chin in pretentious thought. “But I heard from rumors that [L/N] here is scared of gory stuff, despite being a sorcerer. Do you think that’s true?”

You narrowed your eyes. “Is this a challenge? Fine. I’ll prove to you that I’m not scared of anything.” Digging your fingers into his forearm and ignoring his complaints about the pain, you dragged him into the attraction. 

It was dark inside and a lot horror aspects decorated the place. It was enough to have your heart go wild. Okay, okay... fine! Gojou was right about you being scared. But it wasn’t like you’d ever admit it. However, only now, did you realize your grave mistake. It was too late to back out now. How the hell were you supposed to keep a poker face on for the entirety of this attraction?

A monster jumped out from the shadows, scaring the shit out of you. Yelping out in fright, you latched onto your partner and hid behind his back. At the sight of this, he let out a laugh, holding his stomach and wiping away imaginary tears. “Didn’t expect you to lose so quick.”

“S-Shut up!” you snapped, the fear still noticeable in your tone. He only laughed again, but had suddenly stilled when he detected something. 

“Hang on,” he whispered. In the next split second, a metal bar had dropped towards right where the two of you were standing. Fortunately, he had held onto you and dodged to the side in the last moment. You looked at the large thing in horror. What the hell was happening? Were the staff here trying to kill you guys or what?

That was when it clicked. There was a curse here. 

“Wait right here,” Gojou murmured to you, running off before you could protest. 

He was going to fight without you...

Were you deemed so useless that you couldn’t even help him? Hugging yourself, you found yourself sinking deep into your insecurities yet again. Today was supposed to be lovely date, but after this, you weren’t sure if you had any energy left to continue. 

When he came back, he looked all the same, with a small smile on his lips. No injury nor scratch was laid on him. That was expected. Planting a kiss atop your head, he smelled your aroma and thought home. “Sorry about that. The problem’s already solved though, so don’t you worry your pretty little head.”

"I’m guessing there won’t be any more monsters in this haunted house.” The staff members were probably scared off from the commotion Gojou must’ve made. 

He grinned and ruffled your hair. “What a shame. I was hoping to see more reactions from you.”

[anxiouslyfred]

The Stone Gaze

Summary: Virgil hates that he can temporarily turn people into stone and hopes that whatever the mirror superpower his soulmate has is able to counteract it.

He wasn’t quite expecting the energy and impulsiveness of Remus when they met in an Art Exhibition.

/\/\/\

Virgil hated his powers. He hated a lot of things really, but the power he had was the number one thing he hated and that barely even counted as self-hate or self-deprecation given a lot of the reasoning for it was how his powers impacted his life.

The only time he'd come close to thinking his 'superpower' (as society had deemed things not everybody could do) was when they were studying mythology and had covered Medusa. She had turned people to stone permanently as a gift to protect herself from those who would idolise or attack her. Before they learnt the ending that had seemed like a pretty cool thing to be able to do, but then she was killed as part of a heroes journey and Virgil realised how little people would think of his power should they learn about it. It was mythologically a villains power after all.

Hiding his powers wasn't enough to keep Virgil from the attention of bullies. They picked on him because he always wore his father hoodie after they lost him to illness. They'd call him names because he'd learnt to keep his hair, especially his fringe long enough to cover his eyes so nobody would get accidentally turned to stone. Eventually they'd even harass him to do their homework because his Dad pushed for good study habits.

Refusing to react to their insults or requests only reached the point they tried to beat him up once. When the leader of that group had shoved him against a wall his hair had fallen backwards, leaving a clear gaze directed to the bullies. As soon as the leader became stone the other kids had fled, crying for the teacher to come help.

Virgil's Dad had been called to the school to pick him up and explicitly direct everyone's attention to what had clearly been happening, given the position the boy had been frozen in while refusing to allow any punishment to be given to Virgil. Even once that was accepted by the teachers and school they tried to demand that he wore sunglasses or a visor to school for the safety of staff and children alike.

“I will not police the clothes my son wears because your staff cannot respect someone who doesn't meet their gaze directly. He has found that the long fringe is enough to counteract his powers and given the years he has attended this school without incident that should be perfectly suitable to carry on with.” His Dad has lectured the head teacher that day. He'd given more evidence that Virgil hadn't listened to, but the sentence stuck in his head. Once more his powers were up to him to control and prevent from being used and it felt like an even heavier weight to carry than he'd already found it.

The days of his schooling after that were lonely, isolated as he feared anyone he might befriend would try to meet his eyes. The only hope he had for getting through his life was that somewhere in their world was his soulmate; a person whose powers would mirror his own, and possibly, on the nights Virgil was willing to dream impossible things, counteract his gaze that turned people to stone.

/Over to Remus\

Roman had been the one to bring Remus into exhibiting his work. Honestly, Roman had been the twin to get them both into the art world in the first place. The charismatic, charming artist, whose painting were filled with energy most paintings couldn't capture and dreamt of finding his soulmate. When the art world had discovered he had a brother just as skilled in sculpting they were pulled around and paired together for exhibits constantly.

Remus had originally tried to explain the truth, that their works looked like they held more of life in them because that was what their powers did. Roman could bring paintings to life temporarily, and had often painted portraits of his friends and family so he could still talk to them while they were away. Remus in contrast brought sculptures to life when he touched them with a wish to talk. They'd always be in different positions than he'd awakened them from by the time the power wore off so he got praised for how realistic or believable his positions were.

None of that praise meant anything to Remus though. He sculpted things to feel less alone, to have people to talk to that wouldn't react in disgust or turn away when he said something a little more twisted than society was used to hearing. Each model he made had a mouth to talk and their own way to express their reactions so he could for a while feel accepted by someone other than his brother.

Today he had actually listened to Roman's claims that it's better for their exhibitions when the artist spends times at the display. Of course that didn't mean he was going to dress any differently that normal, just throwing on the torn skinny jeans and an off the shoulder top, with a jacket draped over his shoulders for when the air conditioning got too cold. Art Galleries always seemed to keep the space too cold, Remus swore on it.

“You can't be in here Mate.” An angry voice said, a hand accompanying it yanking him around to face a tall suited man, scowling down at him. “This is an art gallery and I don't care what the fuck you did to sneak in here you're gonna be-”

Remus had already started glancing for a nearby sculpture to reach for when the words cut off. The man whose voice had slowly been raising had now turned to stone, finger raised to point out the door.

“I'm the artist?” He blinked, properly turning now to try and find who else was in the gallery that might have done it.

A few metres directly behind where Remus was, there was a man looking like he would run any second, staring at the floor as though ashamed. “Sorry, I didn't mean to do that.” He mumbled, “The yelling startled me.”

“You're okay, dude. No harm, no wild birds around here.” Remus nodded, reaching back to poke the side of the angry man, focusing on him being alive and calm now.

“Apologies, I probably shouldn't have yelled, but seriously, homeless people aren't allowed in art galleries.” The man who had been yelling declared, having taken a deep breath as the stone released him.

Remus just raised an eyebrow at that. “Just because I haven't dressed all posh like you doesn't mean I'm homeless. And given I'm the one who sculpted most of the statues in this gallery, I believe your judgemental attitude can be taken elsewhere, or shoved up your ass since that seems to be where the rest of your personality is kept. Have your fun in hell, not in my gallery.” He spoke quickly, already directing the man away from the gallery, and nodding to the security guard that wandered between their exhibits.

He didn't delay any longer than that, caring more for the man who had turned him to stone than anything more that could be said. That had to be the complete opposite to his own powers, whether it had been a permanent transformation or just a temporary one, he wanted to know.

Luckily the man was still stood there, blinking at the spot where the angry fellow had been frozen. “He- he shouldn't... That never wears off that quickly.” He was mumbling to himself, not realising Remus had returned.

“Hey there modern day Medusa, you doing alright?” Remus tapped his shoulder, tilting his head when the acknowledgement was for the man to stare at his neck rather than look at him.

“F-fine. Sorry about that though. It really was an accident.”

“Why are you apologising for helping me calm the situation down before he did more than yell? I got him out of the stone and sent on his way. It's all hot stuff in heaven today.” Remus was genuinely confused over what was upsetting the man in front of him. Everything had been sorted out so surely they could move on to talking about soulmates already.

There was a quick glance up, to stare at his ear now, or maybe something over his shoulder. “You got him out of the stone? That wasn't my power just wearing off more quickly than normal?” There was a plea in his voice, as though scared of his own power.

“Yep, and while I can't really prove that here, given everything is already photographed and needs to remain the same to be sold, you can come see my works in progress. I'm Remus, by the way, Remus Windsor.” The offer was easy to give. No matter what people believed about needing to test contrasting powers in public to understand if they're completely opposites, he just wanted to calm this person down. Roman would understand that and hopefully leave to paint in the park or some sappy shit like that.

“Virgil and, yeah, please can we do that?” Virgil nodded, holding a shaking hand out towards him, while the other started pulling the hair that had fallen to his ears back in front of his eyes.

As Remus took his hand he was finally able to meet Virgil's gaze and grinned, tugging on it so they could run out of the gallery together, looking something between art thieves making their escape and teenagers causing mischief.

/To the art gallery\

“Princess, you better get your fat ass and any talking paintings the hell out of here. I've got my Medusa and we need to confirm this shit without an audience.” Remus barged through the doors still tugging Virgil along behind him.

Virgil was astounded by what had occurred in the last hour. He'd only visited the art gallery on a whim, curious over just how lifelike a sculptures positioning could be compared to what he'd seen when accidentally using his own power on people. He hadn't expected to almost add to the exhibition temporarily or to meet someone who could be his soulmate there as well.

Now he could only look around the studio that Remus had explained he shared with his brother. The walls were covered in paintings in various stages of completion. Some looked finished but missing the energy that the paintings back in the gallery had held, others were clearly completely done, but held back. A few canvases were merely sketches or only had their backgrounds coloured in.

Then there was the stone. There were throughout the entire studio several large boulders, some chipped into enough that a hand could be seen reaching out, or the nose of a dog. A few were just legs waving into the air, vague shapes for the rest of the body chipped away but the lips immaculately carved. There was even a potters wheel at the opposite end with a few vases and ceramic models left on a table beside it.

“Remus, seriously, you cannot just kick me out. I'm doing an oil painting.” There was a man identical to Remus stood in front of the only Easel in the gallery, now turned to them frowning with his brush poised to the canvas.

Virgil dithered for a moment before stepping forward. “Oil paints don't exactly dry quickly. You could spare a few minutes for us to figure our if we're soulmates couldn't you?” He muttered, for the first time in years looking up as someone turned to him. He wasn't going to deliberately use his powers without permission now, but having some evidence that Remus actually can reverse the medusa affect straight away would seriously take a weight from his mind.

The painter watched him for a moment before stepping closer, setting his brush down. “I'm Roman. Wouldn't it be more useful for you to prove this on a real person? Although I can understand the uses of turning Remus's sculptures back to stone at will. There's been a few incidents where they've been even worse than he can be.”

“Roman's volunteering to be tortured. Let's do it, see how long we can keep making him stone and real again in quick succession.” Remus stage whispered at him, cackling when Roman flipped him off.

Virgil just nodded, “Only once. I want to know if Remus actually can reverse this.” He cautioned, but turned his head enough to properly meet Roman's gaze, watching as grey stole over his body in a second.

Before Virgil could worry over how Remus would react to seeing that done deliberately, he was leaning forwards to shove his brother backwards, giggling along with the action. Roman was human again by the time he hit the floor, now scowling up at Remus.

“Okay, Rude. I offer to help my darling sibling confirm their soulmate is theirs and you shove me to the floor. I cannot work in such a hostile environment. I'm taking my leave of you, pray it won't be permanently.” He stood up, throwing the glare at them and leaving with all the dramatics of a pantomime dame.

Virgil had to snicker along with Remus as the door was slammed shut. Honestly, half of it was that he had to laugh or he might just burst into tears. In all his wildest dreams he hadn't thought his soulmate would be so excited to have his powers with them.

“Let's try on my figurines! I'm trying to make a dragon witch I can set lose to torment Roman when I'm heading out, and already have my Cthulhu baby, just waiting to be given life. Wanna see if you can turn them back to stone if I wake 'em up?” Remus was once again holding his hand and tugging him to the other end of the room as soon as he finished laughing.

“Before we do that, are you wanting a romantic soulmate, or a platonic one? I don't really care which we have but I'd be happier if we got to know each other first.” Virgil hesitated a moment, tugging back on his arm.

Remus waved off the question. “We'll cross that bridge when we reach it. If you want sex or not I'm making models I can sleep with anyway. They're funny to talk to if they realise how I made their bodies. Come on, meet my Cthulhu baby!” The whine was emphasised by bouncing and Virgil's arm being jumped up and down rapidly.

“Okay, okay, guess that explains why some are so twisted around as though trying to hide their bodies.” Virgil laughed, walking once more towards the table.

Virgil hated his superpower, and probably always would, but perhaps Remus can help him find a couple of things it's good to be medusa for.

[canyouhearthelight]

The Miys, Ch. 144

After much demand, Kink Night at the Undine has arrived. This chapter is really fun, was informative to write, but if you need to skip it, you won’t miss out on the overall story. So, trigger warnings on this chapter for:

- Bondage (mentions of)

- Pegging (possible mention of?)

- Impact play (discussed, both done wrongly and demonstrated correctly)

- Topping and bottoming

To be clear: These are all mentioned from the perspective of a non-participant, non-voyeur. I would probably overall rate this chapter appropriate for 14 years and older, but your mileage may vary. However, kink in general can be very healthy if done correctly, and this chapter was double beta-read, not only by @baelpenrose but also by @charlylimph-blog for accuracy of the scene.  This actually prevented a PROFOUND mistake from making it to queueing, so I am super grateful for their help.

Once I was released from medical after an unnecessarily long lecture from Noah, I found I had a message waiting from Charly with a date and time to meet at the Undine.  Right below that was a message from Sebastian with a uniform-slash-dresscode of sorts.

Aw nuggets. I had forgotten what night it was. 

There wasn’t time to grab clothes from my quarters, but my office was on the way to the bar, so I stopped by to change.  Socks and shoes were a bit of a challenge, since I generally didn’t wear either, so I had to find a vendor to help me fill in the gaps.  Granted, shoes weren’t specified in Sebastian’s list.  However, there was exactly a zero percent chance that I was going to lend a hand at a kink party while barefoot. Just… no. Nope. Not happening.

I wiped my palms nervously against my slacks when I arrived, not sure exactly what to expect.  Charly and I had talked about it, but none of that knowledge wanted to make its presence known at the moment, apparently.  Instead, my mind kept drifting to what in the actual hell she had roped Arthur into doing.  The door opened entirely too soon to reveal a smiling Charly, who grabbed my arm and dragged me behind her to the small group already gathered.

All of my nerves were forced from my body by the sputtering laughter I fell victim to when I saw Arthur - I still had no idea what he would be doing, but he looked like someone took a post-apocalyptic movie hero and hit a button labelled ‘make him a villain’ a few too many times.  The leather jacket and motorcycle pants were fairly innocuous, since I knew he actually owned both and neither were terribly uncommon on the Ark.  Same thing held for the boots - they were just practical in the After and several people held on to that preference with a death grip.

“Cloak’s a nice touch,” I snorted, trying desperately to ignore the campier bits of his outfit.

I was dangerously close to losing it when he scowled and adjusted the laurel crown - I mean, really? - resting on his head. “I knew I shouldn’t have cut my hair this morning,” he muttered. “Damned thing won’t sit right anymore.”

Charly clapped her hands to get everyone’s attention. “Okay, one more run through of what everyone will be doing!”

Sebastian nodded seriously and flicked a towel over his shoulder before handing me an apron. “Sophia has kindly agreed to prep the snacks, while I serve and clean behind people. She’ll clear any dishes in between batches, and one or the other of us will do a lap of the floor every fifteen minutes to ensure everyone is hydrated and there’s no need for medical attention.” He winked at the relief on my face.

Cooking, clearing plates, and momming people into staying hydrated. I could do that.

Arthur brushed off his pauldrons, only forcing me to confront the fact that they were shaped like skulls again, before straightening with aplomb. “I will be Dungeon Master, keeping an eye on everything from there,” he pointed to a scaffold that had been put into place over the bartop, “And intervening as needed if things get out of hand.” Without so much as a twitch of question from me, he explained. “Charly and Coffey can’t be everywhere at once, so I get to perch on high, look ridiculous, and play bouncer if Coffey can’t get there first.”

“Yep,” Charly nodded seriously. For all that she normally seemed built out of chaos and energy, this was Boss Lady Charly. “Let’s keep it safe, sane, and consensual across the board. Speaking of!” She pulled two badges from seemingly nowhere. “Soph, Bash, these are for you.” I took one and immediately grinned when I read it. Staff Only - I Do Not Consent. “If either of you want to play, go for it, but otherwise, probably wear those.  Sexy librarian and millionaire CEO are tropes that exist, so ya know - no confusion for anyone.  Any questions, concerns, cries for help?” When we all shook our heads, she clapped again. “Okay, off you go! Thanks everyone.”

Sebastian tilted his head toward the kitchen and I followed, wiping my hands on my legs again. “Thank you for agreeing to help with snacks.  I know Charly already told you, but I am not the greatest at finger foods that don’t make a mess or won’t be too heavy.”

I hummed for a second before making a few suggestions. “Macaroni and cheese bites, they’re about this big.” I made a circle about an inch and a half across with my fingers. “Just pop and go. Pigs in blankets, the kind with cocktail sausages… meatballs, but probably with lamb instead of beef.  Dumplings.” I shrugged. “Charly swears people actually bring food to these, so once that stuff starts coming in, it would just be portioning it and sending it back out.  We shouldn’t have too much actual cooking to do.”

He nodded and started grabbing ingredients. “So that leaves drinks, plates, and utensils.” When I reached for a rack of glasses, he stopped me. “No.  If one of us drops anything that can break, people can get injured.  I’ve been stocking up on fiber-based plates, forks, and spoons.  Drinks are going to be in those corn-starch gel pouches.”

“Dude,” I groaned. “Those things get so gummy.”

“Straws are real and do exist.”

“Besides, I can already tell someone is going to find alternative uses for those,” Arthur called from behind us. I swear, I could hear him smirking. “You can’t put humans, sex, and flavored liquid in the same room and not expect that.”

I shook my head with a smile, but he had a point. Once we shooed him away, work on the snacks went pretty quick.  Judging by the sounds coming from the main room, it was a good thing, too - furniture being dragged, then Arthur’s voice ringing out to welcome everyone.  Soon, Sebastian was swinging out of the kitchen door with the first trays, and true to Charly’s word, he came back carrying a plate of neatly stacked fudge, followed by Arthur carrying a covered container.

“Scratch the meatballs, someone brought an actual mountain of sausage balls,” Arthur grunted as he slammed the container on a flat surface before retreating.

“Not even a joke?” I mused.

“Must be slipping,” Sebastian grinned. “I mean, he said ‘balls’ twice…”

“Low hanging fruit!” a voice called from the main room.  It must have seemed entirely out of context to the crowd, but Sebastian and I were laughing as we started plating so he could carry more food out to the spots Charly had designated.

A timer went off, so I took the mac and cheese bites out of the oven, snagged a tray of drink-blobs, shoved a fistful of straws into my apron and took off to do my lap of the event.  There were already people taking a break, reaching gratefully for hydration.  Several times, someone would reach for one and pour it in a partner’s  mouth, and on one occasion, a woman offered it up like a gift to a bound man, both biting into it and drinking greedily.

I almost stepped on someone before I realized there was an actual pile of people on the floor. I diverted my eyes quickly from what I thought was an all-out orgy before my brain registered that I wasn’t hearing sex noises - just whispers.  Snapping my eyes back up, it took a moment to figure out that I had nearly stepped on the largest cuddle pile I had seen since my apartment on Insert Winter Holiday.  Crouching, I balanced what was left of the drink blobs on one hand while holding out the straws with another.  In no time at all, the tray was empty and I was heading back for more.

This time, food on one hand, drinks on the other, I exited the kitchen to see Charly wrapping up her rope-bondage safety lecture before starting to demonstrate different knots on a volunteer, with Charly in the role of the top for this scenario. Watching her calmly contort and restrain another human being while calmly explaining the psychology behind it was… kind of terrifying.  I had to constantly remind myself that this person volunteered and that Charly was experienced on both ends of the rope.  

One more sweep of the room landed me with only a dozen or so drinks left on top of a pile of empty trays.  I backed into the kitchen to sanitize and re-load the trays, only to hear Sebastian swearing. “Who the hell brought chili!?”

“Apparently someone thought it was a good idea,” I shrugged, baffled. I mean, it didn’t seem like a good idea to me, but this wasn’t exactly my area of expertise.  “Maybe we put it in bowls, set up a little station in one of the break areas, with toppings? Let people help themselves?”

“Bondage potlucks and chili…” He shook his head. “Trying to remind myself that I’ve seen weirder things, but…”

“I can promise you, they are having fun. And they’re hydrated!” I shook my mostly empty platter of blobs at him.

Sebastian went out to retrieve more food from the people who brought it, and I kept rolling sausages in dough.  “More fudge!” he crowed. “I snagged a piece of the first batch, and it was amazing.”

“You clearly do not see the irony,” I muttered where he couldn’t hear me. “Oh, heavens, no chili! But fudge… fudge is fine…”

The next time I was able to break free and take my designated lap, a slight bit more chaos had descended as everyone had gotten more comfortable.  Several of the more experienced were examining and complimenting each other on their knots and arrangements of their subs. Ivan and Jokul were doing…. Something… that involved Ivan in a gorgeous evening gown and Jokul with a gag in his mouth.  I was almost done with my circuit when a thud reverberated behind me and a black cloak whipped by.

“For the love of…” Arthur growled. I thought he was going to dribble the cowering man he was glaring at like a basketball, but instead he brandished a marker and made two quick X’s on a bare pair of buttocks. “Here and here. Only here and here.” With an irritated flourish, he wrote NOT HERE across the small of the attached back. “This will give someone kidney damage.  Specifically you if I catch you doing it again.” Ducking around to the face of the person he had just used as a whiteboard, he shook his finger. “And I’m not even going to apologize, because you have a safeword and you need to use it. First, last, and only warning, you two. If that hit had been any more than a nervous first tap, you wouldn’t even be getting that.”  Without a word, he snagged the cane sitting on the table nearby and took it with him. “They aren’t getting anywhere near the cane, fucking idiots. Gotta talk to Charly about those two…” he muttered as he blew back past me, so angry he didn’t even acknowledge that I was standing there.

I almost dropped the stack of empty platters when the Imperial March started playing while Arthur stomped back into his position over the bar. “Attention, Deviants!  Courtesy of some poor practices I’ve seen, I would like to invite Sir Coffey and his pet fae Charly to give us a tutorial on safe and proper impact play!”  Applause started as he beckoned them forward, Sebastian theatrically adjusting the lights to center in front of the stage.

I ducked back into the kitchen as Coffey’s voice rang out over the crowd, explaining yet again safewords and consent before launching into what toys were used how and where.  A little public humiliation never hurt anyone, I joked with myself. At least not for some of the people out there.

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[chicken-fifi]

Super Junior Reaction - Their S/O is Injured Saving Someone’s Life (2)

Requested by anon: I don't know if this is allowed, but here goes. Could I request a Pt.2 reaction for Super Junior's S/O's Injured reaction? The people their S/O saved (or family and/or friends) appear at the hospital to see their S/O. The guys take the opportunity to question them and learn more about the accident. Some would get VERY angry when they learn the person saved was being careless about their safety and their S/O is paying the price for their stupidity. (Meanwhile, their S/O is still comatose.)

A/N: Part One of Request -  Their S/O Is Injured Saving Someone’s Life

Leeteuk: The second the person’s family arrived showing no sign of guilt or even remorse for their family member’s carelessness he was beyond mad. Jeongsoo didn’t hold back either. Although he started off calmly reprimanding the family it quickly escalated as his voice was raised before he realized it was pointless to argue with them. Had they been more careful when it came to their safety you wouldn’t be in this mess, but as it seemed that wouldn’t ever be the case and you wouldn't be the first nor the last to put yourself in danger to save them.

“My partner is in a coma because of your lack of awareness and you still come in here like a pack of morons!!”

Heechul: Beyond pissed. Heechul has a temper, as he puts it he has the looks but doesn’t have the right temper. His temper flares up immediately when it comes to disrespect shown towards you and the selflessness you show to everyone. He was with the family the minute they began to downplay the situation, completely ignoring the fact that because of their family member’s stupidity you were paying for it. Staff, family members from both his and yours, his members, managers, they all had to hold him back out of fear that he would kill them for disrespecting your action.

“Are you fucking kidding me?! The love of my life risked their life for your family member and your careless asses don’t even care?!?!”

Yesung: Another member who would be enraged by the clear disregard for selfless action. Jonghoon was quick to snap back and tell them the truth about their family member’s stupidity. All the numbness he was feeling vanished instantly and was replaced by rage. He was beyond furious and unfortunately the family was on the receiving end. The curses seemed like they would never cease and any thoughts about maintaining his image were gone. He was gonna lay it down on them and he didn’t care what happened to him or his career at that moment.

“Your stupidity has caused my partner to be in a comatose state and you still have the audacity to act as though it's nothing? How fucking dare you?!”

Kangin: Youngwoon was already feeling guilty as it was and the dude’s family wasn’t helping. Their nonchalant attitude towards his actions was beginning to piss him off and it was becoming very clear. It only took another three words before he was unleashing all the rage he was bottling up and not holding back anything he was feeling or thinking. From calling them ungrateful bastards to calling out their family member’s bullshit. Too far? Maybe. But life isn’t a joking matter.

“I’ve been trying to be understanding this entire time but now that I see your bullshit I’m done. Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you…”

Shindong: I feel like Donghee would be pretty level headed in a situation like this. Angry, yes, but it would be more of a silent rage and cursing under his breath or when the person’s family wasn’t listening. He would be beyond pissed at their negligence and failure to acknowledge that you were the reason why their stupid family member was still alive. He’d point it out constantly and eventually lash out a bit before going back to his level headed façade. 

“You guys aren’t even worth my rage. I have better things to be doing than telling you what you refuse to hear.”

Eunhyuk: Hyukjae might let his emotions slide through a bit. He’d already be emotional seeing you in a comatose state but having to put up with the carelessness of the family was too much. As he lost the last bit of his sanity he would be sobbing while screaming everything that came to his mind at them with no filter. Though his words became less and less clear, it was apparent that he was deeply wounded over their careless attitude towards the matter at hand.

“How can you be so careless, so ungrateful when I don’t know when they’ll wake up? How-how-how…”

Siwon: We all know that out of all the members Siwon is definitely the most forgiving and patient one. His Christian morals are something that he holds with high regard and won’t let go of. I get the feeling that in this situation...a part of that might go down the drain. He’s human after all and the carelessness and ungratefulness of the family would drive him mad. While still being respectful, I have no doubt that Siwon would definitely put them in their place and might let more than a few curses slip in the process.

“Oh for fucks sake. Are you all not aware of the situation that your family member put themselves in because of your carelessness and stupidity? You’ve got to be fucking kidding me. For real?”

Donghae: The most emotional baby here. Donghae, much like Eunhyuk, would be a sobbing mess x10000000. He wouldn’t know how to even address the family. He would start off angry and then in true Donghae fashion slip into tears and sobs as he yelled at them. It was unbearable for him to hear and see them being so careless and insincere over your sacrifice. He’d eventually just give up hope of making them understand and return to your side in tears over the whole thing. 

“How can you be so ungrateful, so insincere, when the reason you’re alive is in a coma?”

Ryeowook: Another one who was originally numb but immediately gets fired up by the clear disregard for your selfless action. Ryeowook would waste no time in going off. Every swear, curse, fowl insult, threat that popped into his head quickly left through his mouth. There was no mercy on the family and he made it clear no matter how many times he was asked to calm down and just breath. He would not let this go. There was no way in hell that he would let it go. 

“No I’m not gonna calm down. Are you nuts? They deserve everything I’ve said.”

Kibum: The initial shock would wear off quickly and be replaced by a silent rage as he listened to the family. He wouldn’t say anything outright...not at first anyways. But once they were getting ready to leave he’d say a slew of things in a calm tone with no mercy or remorse. That would be all though. Those people didn’t deserve to know anything about how they made him feel apart from the rage. And that was very clear.

“You stupid fucks. The next time no one is going to help you. Remember that.”

Kyuhyun: Another emotional one. Not as emotional as Donghae but more put together than Eunhyuk, Kyuhyun’s emotion was more on the terms of empathy and rage. Not towards you - just the empathy. He snaps at the family with no hesitation, his image not of any importance. Curses, threats, almost a few punches, it’s all there. He’s done with their dumbasses and it’s very clear. He will not let them be ungrateful and careless.

“I don’t think I’ve ever met a family as stupid at you guys. I pray you don’t have to experience this but if you do maybe you’ll finally learn.”

Zhoumi: Zhoumi’s broken heart would be torn to pieces by the actions of the family. It was hard for him to even confront them but after a certain comment he couldn’t hold back any longer. In as calm of a manner as he could he quickly put them in their place and laid it down. There was no more bullshit and he made that very clear. With a few less than stellar words said to them, they shut their mouths and remained silent for the rest of the time they were there.

“You better pray that the next time your loved one doesn’t end up in a hospital bed with no chance of survival.”

Henry: Shock would still be present as Henry heard the words of the family. And that shock would only grow as he saw how careless they were. It took no time for him to confront them and it quickly escalated as he got more and more emotional. How could they be so ungrateful? Finally they were removed but that didn’t stop the heartbreak that he was now feeling.

“You saved their loved one and all they can do is stand there and laugh? How can they-”

[pokedashwarrior55]

Ninjobservation #2

Analyzing the Elemental Alliance as a group and uncovering the real reason the Time twins (Twims for short) were "traitors"

So I have rewatched Hands of Time for the 3rd time this past year and Me and my sister Purplefern (She has a ton of good Twims fics on Ao3 ^^) have learned a lot about the old elemental alliance (EA).

THE CLAIM

The EA were a strong clique that did not appreciate the Twim's general attitudes and personalities. Chen saw the growing discourse and manipulated both sides into turning on each other.

[[They be judgin' (””art”” by me) ]]

To start let’s look at all the Leaders of this Alliance

Wu

Wu back before his eventual growth with the ninja was a strict teacher. Morro ran away due to his inability to understand his problems (problems he may have caused with his teachings). He is generally harsh towards the Ninja in season 1, forcing them to train all day because they simply talked during his lesson ("Never trust a snake").

Due to being the son of the FSM he put pressure on himself to always be virtuous and leaderlike (believes he has to uphold order) and he takes this believed expectation of authority to heart. He is no nonsense, yelling at Libber (the Master of Lightning) for simply talking slightly off topic before an important battle. He has a strong sense of right and wrong, according to his own moral standards and does not waver on what he believes is in/appropriate.

Garmadon

Although less righteous than Wu, joining the alliance after the war began, he has also been seen as a strict and serious teacher. Because of the growing venom in his blood I'd argue he was even more strict, less in attitude but more in general rules of law and order. We see in Rebooted that Garmadon set strict rules for himself like "no weapons" to keep his destructive side in check and we know that Young Garmadon is so sensitive to rules as he claims that even reading another's mail is a crime. He joined as a leader and most likely upheld rules not just for the alliance but for his own sake.

Ray and Maya

We see little of them but they are both good friends- and Ray appears to be the right hand man-- of Wu They are such good friends that Ray is the one trusted with the Map to the Golden Weapons. From his tone and diction he seems very dogmatic and if he's anything like Kai, he's quick to assumptions and to attack people who he perceives as bad according to his own strict principles. He just feels like a stuffy guy. I don't have much on Maya but she's a good people person so she gets along with the others really well. Also she married Ray, so that has to say something. They both went along with the Time Blade plan.

Other Elemental observations

 Except for Libber (Lighting), all the Masters are older than the Time twins. (Krux can fight in S7 so he's not older than 70. They are most likely mid to late twenty's during the war)

 The EA is a pre-established group (Garmadon refers to them like they are a pre-existing entity in ToE flashbacks). They were two confident and arrogent twenty year olds strolling into a pre-established clique of old honorable fighters during a war. Not the best time for bonding.

 Ice feels very much like Wu and Garmadon, considering he gave his powers to an analytical robot like Zane is saying a lot about him. He most likely does not tolerate "shenanigans", especially during a war.

They battle in a tight group

Krux and Acronix

These two act like they don't belong in the group. During the party celebrating the end of the war they are seen standing away from the rest and are genuinely happy to be recognized by Wu for their efforts. Although retcon, the two are not seen battling with the rest of the group. They instead most likely are so powerful (and impulsive and difficult to work with) that they are sent on duo missions to protect villages (They are also not the best followers).

It's also a nice parallel to our ninja in ToE. They stuck together like a family and were disliked and excluded from the rest of the EM's. The same could be said for The Twims since they always fought together and were similarly excluded.

Krux

Krux is a planner and a sassy dude. He’s stubborn and will tell people they are wrong to their face. The 16 personalities that matches him best is INTJ (the Architect). This analytical type hates people who are who they consider idiotic, do not participate in formalities, and are aggravated by heavy rules and restrictions made by someone else, especially someone they do not respect (which is most people).

Although we do not see him much as a young man we know that he is prone to grudges and will resort to less kind methods in sake for the means to an end. Definitely not someone Wu and Garmadon would like since they are trying to uphold order and keep a chain of command. But Krux believes in his own plans and his own chain of command. He is not good at small talk and would mostly stick with his brother during group events like meetings and parties, so in general his terrible social skills probably made him pretty unliked.

Acronix

Acronix is quick witted and heavily proud of himself. He won’t admit he is wrong and is very loud in general. This may be a side tangent but Acronix may have ADHD, which would not be understood back in the day and people would regard him as annoying or rude.

EVIDENCE FOR ADHD

-He is shown to stand in a position that suggests hand fidgeting (A LOT)

-Quick to anger over minuscule details

-yeah he's distractible but he's also quick to move through ideas/activities

-impulsive

- During their important battle back in time his attention is on the pretty fusion dragon flying around instead of listening to Kruxs plan of attack.

-His attention shifts to the destiny's bounty and he toys with the ninja despite saying right before he couldn't stay and fight Wu cause he had to meet up with Krux.

- in general he is constantly shifting from idea to idea, oftentimes leaving his original plans completely un-finished

He could have trouble paying attention to meetings and with his bond with Krux and tendency to quick action he would choose his brother's plan and strike independently rather than following whatever Wu is doing. This leads them to fight beside each other alone instead of with the main group, making the elemental alliance think they believe to be better than them. 

In terms of Personality types he’s a hardcore ESTP (Entrepreneur). Like his brother, they are free analytical thinkers who do not respect higher authority simply because they claim to be the leaders and hate rules and regulations getting in the way of their progress. He says what's on his minds regardless of feelings and will defend his opinions despite others sensitivities. He is perceptive enough to pick up on small changes and habits but he is quick to share that knowledge (usually in a snarky remark). I doubt the alliance appreciates what he has to say when he’s blabbering about everything in such a rude tone.

MOE

Now this all may start to look like a silly “Hands of time did nothing wrong” theory. But there is a key factor in this that not many people talk about. The previous Master of Earth (or Moe for short).

We know that Chen manipulated Moe into turning against the alliance so it was not technically his fault. Chen could’ve said that because the serpentine rose from the earth he was entitled to fight for them. Heck he could’ve been 100% hypnotized by Clouse’s dark magic (His eyes were not swirly so it was not hypnobrai like is suggested in WOTD). He is most likely some lovable dummy who was easily swayed and a kind person to apologize once the truth about Chen is revealed (considering that he’s Cole’s grandfather). Moe as a person is fine. What is sketchy is Moe being easily forgiven and allowed into the alliance despite turning on all of HUMANITY. What he did could’ve hurt way more people. He fought with the snakes and attacked innocent people and powerless soldiers (like the rice farmers) and was off scott free! The Twims only fought the elemental alliance and Wu and Garmadon at the monastery. Not nearly as destructive.

They figured out that Chen made the alliance turn on each other after the war and forgave Moe for that, but isn't it strange that they never gave the Time Twins that same benefit of the doubt? We know from “Way of the departed” and general logic that Chen and Clouse helped tip them over the edge. Whether you believe this to be canon or not is irrelevant because if the EA knew that Chen was involved once why would they not assume he was with the time twins too? Seems like they already disliked the two and were just ready for a reason to punish them. All flashbacks we get are told from unreliable sources like Wu and Ray (who both were enthusiastically the ones planning to strip them of their powers.) Speaking of, let’s analyze this example of their “betrayal” shall we?

THE BATTLE IN QUESTION

This is the flashback we get of them fighting against the alliance. The first time you watch it all you really know is that they are fighting against the EA, when Wu is describing their arrogance and the danger of their powers. How evil right? To attack their companions like that? But there is a lot wrong with how Wu phrases the fight and how it actually goes down.

They have Bamboo staffs.

A weapon that is primarily defensive and not a good weapon of choice for a planned ambush or assault. They are non lethal weapons. And Acronix is said on LEGO.com to be quick to learn any weapon so someone as adaptable as he is would not intentionally bring something so weak to a fight unless he had been forced to improvise.

Always on the defensive.

Someone as tactical as Krux and skilled as Acronix would never let themselves be on the defensive like this if they had the first blow. We see that Ray has the first attack in the flashback. Although Acronix is known to jump in without thinking he has his brother who would not just go into a fight just to lose. And even if they did end up on the defensive after having the first strike Acronix has his powers. He would’ve brought both of them out of a situation if things got too hard (which he is known to do in battles HE starts). But they clearly did not start this battle.

They are surrounded.

These two guys with nothing but staffs are encircled? Krux as a planner and Acronix as a quick witted warrior would never let themsleves get into that position if it had been a battle that they had started and had been planning to win. This framing makes it feel like they are being ganged up on.

In a remote location.

The battle takes place on a gravel road no where near a major city. If they wanted to take over wouldn’t they strike somewhere more populated? And if they were attacking the EA...they would have attacked the EA directly. They were probably just walking and talking and got ambushed.

Chen?

Very possible that Chen sent an “anonymous” note to the EA telling them of the Twims plans to attack. They are arrogant, have openly hated Wu’s leadership, and don’t gel with the group so of course they would take a tip like that and attack someone they don’t like. It’s possible they had ideas of taking over the EA but the world seems a bit out of their morality range until provoked.

Now that they have been attacked the two form a real plan to overthrow these fools who don’t like them and have unfairly attacked them (just like Chen had been telling them they were likely to do). They bring real weapons (swords) to an important location (the Monastery) to fight the specific people they do not like (Wu and Garmadon).

The Punishment

Ok so these powerful elemental masters are going to attack the EA. They were once allies and they are too powerful to defeat with their powers. If only there was a way to temporarily suspend their powers so they could talk this out and have an understanding of each other and perhaps uncover Master Chen's involvement-- since the Hands of Time were semi-sensible war heroes who were the sons of a previous master of time who presumably responsibly used the element without issue (and was most likely a samurai since Krux says their helmets are samurai helmets)... sigh too bad there is not such a material… oh wait.

WHAT ABOUT VENGESTONE???

These fools really decided that destroying an important element forever, and violently ripping it out of its users was the only option? There were generations of time elementals before them that had the element. They could throw vengestone nets at them or fight until they get knocked out and then vengestone cage them. But they don’t want to know why they betrayed the alliance. It was not because the element was too dangerous. It was not because they had to strip them of their powers (cause there are less lethal ways of doing so). They just did not give these two any mercy.

CONCLUSION

The Time twins are hard to work with and stuck together no matter what. The alliance is very strict and dogmatic which both Krux and Acronix would hate being trapped in their day to day alliance meetings and group mentality. Chen used their egos and their exclusion to his benefit to keep the fight going after he was banished and sent a letter to start up conflict with the EA. The EA did not like the Twims so they were ruthless and did not give them the same mercy they did for Moe (They also are not Elements of Creation. Wu would do anything to protect the main 4 but he’ll punish these punks).