#cash is a troublemaker

[pinky-in-blankets]

《* got motion sickness from trip today*》

[* +10% concern has been added to f/o list *]

[miraculous-prompts]

Write a Humorous Pre-Reveal, Post Hawk Moth defeat, Post-Relationship, Winged AU fic featuring Cash as Troublemaker time traveling with Marianne

[syoddeye]

catnap

nikolai x f! reader | ~1.1k words cw: implied abduction. please tell me if you need something tagged. a/n: wrote this on my phone. lightly edited.

you need to disappear.

you have one packed bag, cash in a couple different currencies, and a fake passport that took a year to acquire. after selling all your worldly belongings and pawning your family heirlooms, you have enough to find transport. you think.

the passport guy hooks you up with a number. tells you to call it between one and two pm, says there’s a time difference. no sweat. if this works, if you can secure a path out, you’d call at two in the morning.

the phone rings long enough to make you sweat. burner clutched in a clammy palm. but finally a man answers. voice deep and thick, something you’d like to sink into if the circumstances were different. russian.

you don’t understand him, but you know it’s a greeting.

in a few short words you introduce yourself. explain you need a ride out of the country.

he switches to english after a delay. tinged with amusement, like he thinks you’re a runaway kid on the line.

— where to?

anywhere. maybe somewhere with a beach. where people don’t ask a lot of questions.

— i know just the place.

he gives you directions—instructions on what to do when you arrive at the rendezvous. he speaks as if he's arranging something normal, like you're nothing discussing him smuggling you out. adamant about one detail.

— come alone. fewer people, fewer witnesses. agreed?

you do. he tells you the amount he expects upfront. it’s steep, it’ll take what cash you reserved for this, but no matter. you can find work. you’ve always landed on your feet.

the old hangar looks abandoned, cloaked in a thin veil of mist burning off in the morning sun. ivy chokes one of its walls, poking through patches of sheet metal bolted haphazardly over a hole.

sweat clings to your hairline and neck. apart from walking the last two miles, you’re nervous. today’s the day.

music emanates from a chipped wooden door propped ajar. heavy metal. fitting, you guess. poking through, you see the back of a man. faded reddish brown leather stretches over a set of broad shoulders. a sweep of combed dark hair rests on the collar. a cranking sound accompanies the slight swivel of his upper body.

in front of him, a helicopter. your eyes widen, your pathetic vending machine breakfast pulses in your stomach. those things are death traps, and it sounds like he’s working on it.

you could turn back, but your contact had made a comment. one that propels you one stiff footstep at a time through the door.

nikolai is the best in the business, and no one else will accept such a small job.

he turns when you turn down the stereo’s dial with a shaking hand. his face is dusted with a bit of facial hair as if shaved recently, with lines near his eyes and mouth that indicate some years on you. thick eyebrows that raise in surprise, then settle as he grins. crooked teeth, a glint of metal near the back. your name rolls off his tongue and he sets a wrench down, offering you a gloved hand.

— my passenger of the day. little troublemaker.

you heat at that. it makes you curious about how much he knows. it’s not like you told your contact your reasons for leaving. money is a better conversationalist. universal language.

and you have just enough to bridge whatever gap needs crossing between you and nikolai.

he briefs you on the flight plan. he’ll take you to taiwan. they don’t extradite. assures you the heli is solid. he’s just a tinkerer. tells you to use the toilet. he’ll push as far as he can before stopping for fuel and rest. it’ll take three days.

you’re okay with that. you don’t know a thing about flying in something as small as a helicopter and know no better. he seems friendly enough. the glock you bought off a forum months ago in your bag will hopefully keep him that way.

he takes your cash. barely counts it. tuts. it’s enough, it’s the amount he asked for. he gives you a grin and stuffs the bills into a pocket.

— how much more do you have?

the question sets you on edge. great. another chump trying to take advantage of you. he reads your face.

— nothing like what you’re thinking. you have enough to take care of yourself when i deliver you?

you’re not sure, and you say as much. casually. maintaining feigned aloofness. you brag. i always land on my feet.

— like a cat?

he laughs. a big, boisterous sound. it makes your lip twitch. he says something in russian to himself and claps a hand on your shoulder before he turns back to make final adjustments.

— let’s find you a home, little cat.

the heli rolls out and lifts off less than twenty minutes after you arrive. your stomach is in your throat the entire time. nikolai’s muttered swearing does not alleviate the nausea. god, you don’t want to die before your third chance at life.

but it levels out, the sky is clear, and you’re off.

conversation is awkward. doesn't help that the headset nikolai gave you is meant for a much larger head. he lofts easy questions, dances around what he probably wants to know. sussing out your limits. you split focus between unclenching every muscle in your body and providing vague answers.

— you look tired. you can sleep if i am wearing you out with my questions.

he's not wrong. you are exhausted after waking up before dawn to ensure you arrived on time, but you really don’t want to sleep. nikolai is a stranger albeit a polite one. he's a criminal. it's hypocritical, but you know what you've done. you don't know a thing about him beyond: russian, helicopter pilot, and expensive.

he reads your mind again, though, it doesn't take a genius to understand why a young woman might be afraid to fall asleep next to a man she doesn't know.

— i won't hurt you. i have a reputation to uphold. hurting women is not part of that reputation.

his eyebrows lift behind his sunglasses, and the smile he gives you is warm. maybe. maybe a few hours shut eye wouldn't be so bad. you acquiesce, slumping into the cracked leather of the seat.

— enjoy your cat nap. i will wake you if necessary.

you nod sleepily and curl as much as you can onto the seat, hugging yourself tight. the thrum of the engine and propellers makes for decent white noise. you're out within minutes.

nikolai hums when it becomes clear you're asleep. he tilts his head, taking you in as best he can while you're all balled up. curious about the stray cat he's agreed to ferry to safety. pretty thing. shy. well-behaved.

and he thinks.

the black sea has beaches.

[jasmines-library]

Hii! Sorry idk if your okay with this, if your not, feel free to ignore! <3

So I was wondering if you could do youngest batsib reader, who’s not really part of the family yet? Okay so, they’re a criminal like catwoman, they only steal from people who deserve it and just kind of a troublemaker around Gotham. They have electricity powers. They’re parents died at a young age and they ran away from the orphanage because they didn’t want to get adopted. They’re actually really smart, and know a lot of martial arts to help them get by. Anywaysss, I was wondering if during a place they were trying to rob, blow up for some reason. And it lead to them being knocked out and injured. Someone from the batfamily came across them and instead of turning them into the police, they take them to the batcave and patch em ip before putting them in a cell. They wake up and the batfam interrogates them, they find out they’re a kid and knows their secret identity (because he’s really smart) and after a bit, Bruce offers to take them in, and train them to be a vigilante. Reader is reluctant and doesn’t really trust them but they’re getting really tired of sleeping on the streets so they reluctantly says yes.

My Way Home Is Through You

Note: This was fun to write, thanks for the request anon!

Warnings: Minor undescribed injury, theft, none really, fluffy found family fic.

Word count: 1.7k

⛤ BATFAM MASTERLIST ⛤

You slunk along the sidewalks, clinging tightly to the walls as though a small child might do to their mother in a crowd of people. Hiding away in the shadows was nothing new to you, you had been a nobody for years. Constantly running, never settling in one place for too long before you were slinking off again and finding a new corner of Gotham to call your home for a few miserable days before the cycle started again. At first you had tried to cling onto the last shreds of your parents that you had left. You hung onto your name but soon that began to get you into trouble when the orphanages kept trying to pursue you and ‘bring you to a new and loving family’, so it was back to being just another face in the crowd. Just another ordinary kid trying to navigate their way through a big city.

Except…you were more than that. In your time alone you had discovered you had quite a knack for stealth. It started off when the nights became too cold and the growling in your stomach was so overbearing that it drowned out all other senses. You were still small, which you used strongly to your advantage, weaving in and out of the sea of faces before slipping small pieces of food under the hem of your raggedy sleeve that was far too long for you and dangled below your fingers. After that it soon became easy enough to steal other things. Just enough to get by. A ring here, a gold watch there. Small items from the cruel and the unworthy that you could pawn off for a little extra cash. 

There was something else about you though that helped out just a little bit. It was one of the reasons that you had spent so long trying to hide away. See, when you were young you discovered that there was something different about you. When you focused hard enough, you could feel the electricity channelling through your veins and sizzling at your fingertips. You learnt to manipulate it, to bend it to your will and it quickly became very useful when picking locks. You used it to fry them seamlessly before sneaking in and if worse came to worse, you could stun the police when they came thundering after you shouting profanities and threats and they ran, never to catch you with your nimbleness. They had tried to set the vigilantes on you more than once and you knew very well that their eyes were always on you, following your every move just waiting for the perfect moment to strike because you had seen them. Sometimes in the uniform. Sometimes not. As much as they tried to be they were much less subtle than they thought. 

When you reached the complex it was dark. All of the lamp posts nearby had flickered sporadically before burning out completely, so you hopped up the steps blindly before crouching down in front of the locks. You then outstretched your hand and took a deep breath, letting your body relax to feel the current dance in your veins and settle on your fingertips. You then directed the current towards the lock watching as it fried before swinging open. You darted in pushing it shut behind you and then set to work around the house. It was small and shabby with mould growing in some of the corners by the windows. It crawled up the walls, a darkened stain that emitted a putrid smell when you got a little too close. The floorboards cracked and groaned as you moved around the plot, weaving in and out of the furniture that had been strewn across the room. It was clear that someone had left in a hurry. You were shuffling around the unmade bed, reaching for the safe when you heard it. 

Tick. Tick. Ticktick. tickticktick.  

The sound was daunting, getting faster and faster as you scrambled to find the source, overturning chairs and throwing them to the floor as though they were nothing then tearing up floorboards. It was too late when you found it ticking away impendingly. The timer blinked by quickly as it neared zero and you were neft with no choice but to try and get as much distance between you and the weapon. The meagre metres you had out between yourself and the bomb hardly made any difference at all as it ignited flinging you across the room. Wood splintered around you as the concrete cracked and crumbled in heaps which you skidded to a halt on. You felt like you were going to hurl as your head thudded against the debris with a sickening crack that made your vision swam before all of the colours merged into one and you knew nothing more but a dark and heavy silence. 

~~~

“Move it! Go!” 

Nightwing shoved his little brother rather harshly in the shoulder to urge him forwards. Word had just reached them that a small house on the outskirts of the city had suddenly exploded and the number of casualties was currently unknown. Dick always seemed to get a sudden adrenaline rush whenever an emergency came in and not matter how fast he moved he always felt as though he could never get there fast enough even if he was hurtling through the city at an alarming speed. 

He had to swallow back his alarm when they skidded to a halt at the scene. There was nothing really left of the building besides a few odd shaped pillars of concrete and pipes that were strong enough to survive the blast. The rest of the building was a dismal load of ash and dust that rose in ribbons as the wind lifted up the pieces that were small enough and carried them away into a cloud of sky.

Nightwing pushed his way through the crowd that had gathered and ducked under the police tape despite their protests. His heart nearly stopped when he inched his way around what used to be a bed but was now a cluster of broken timber buried under a pile of rubble because he spotted your figure sprawled out across the floor. He skidded to the ground and began to pull the pieces of clutter away from you, grimacing at the sight of the blood that came away on his fingers.

Red Hood dropped down beside him just as Dick Grayson brushed some of the dust from your face and sudden recognition washed over him.

“Hood.” He said over his shoulder. “I think you better call B.”

~~~

Your head felt like it was going to explode when you woke up and there was a stabbing pain in your side but when you moved your hand to slide the hem of your stop up you were cut short by a metal handcuff securing you to the wall next to the bed you had been placed in. Shuffling around awkwardly you managed to push yourself up into a sitting position to gauge your surroundings better. The cell you were in although small was rather well lit and surprisingly homely. Too bad you had no intention in staying. You had planned to use your powers to fry the handcuff, but when you tried to summon the electricity you were left high and dry when nothing happened. 

“That’s not going to work.” A figure you hadn’t noticed in the corner of the room told you when you began to try again. 

Frowning at him, he folded his arms and leaned against the wall. “Power suppressing cuffs.”

Rolling your eyes you slumped defeatedly. You should have figured as much. 

“What were you doing in there?” He asked, narrowing his eyes at you from behind his infamous cowl. 

“That’s none of your business.”

“I think it is, kid.”

You turned your gaze away from him and picked at the skin around your thumb. “It’s not that I wanted to be in there. It’s what I had to do.”

The vigilante stepped forwards and took a seat next to you. “Go on.”

“I needed the money. I can’t go to anyone so I have no choice but to find my own way around problems. I was gonna pawn the jewellery off. And besides it’s not like the guy owned it in the first place. He was the one that stole it from the jewellers last week.”

“How’d you know that?” Batman frowned. That information had only been revealed recently.

“I get around a lot.”

He pursed his lips. “What else do you know?”

You could have grinned like the cheshire cat right there and then as you began to list things you had learnt. 

“I know that you still haven’t caught that guy who escaped from Arkham last month. I know that you’ve all been watching me. Oh and I know that you are Bruce Wayne.”

The man faltered. “What? How?”

“You’re less subtle than you think.”

“Or maybe you’re smarter than you think. What d’you say your name is kid?”

“I didn’t.”

He sighed, watching you in silence until you eventually gave him your name. 

“You’re something, Kid. I’ll give you that much.”

“Thank you…?”

“How would you like to stay? We would train you to become a vigilante like us.” The question was so sudden that it made your head spin.

“I can’t ask that of you.” You told him. It was more of an excuse really. You weren’t sure if you could trust him or not.”

“You’re not. I’m offering. A warm place to stay, a family to care for you.”

A smile twinged at the corner of your lips. That was something you had longed for for so long but had never seen that it had slipped to the back of your mind forgotten. 

“So, what do you say, Y/N?”

“I think I would like that.”

[lingerina]

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀KINKTOBER ⠀//⠀day one

➤ PROMPT hate sex ➤ 1.1k words ➤ g!p student giselle x TA fem!reader ➤ brief noncon, college!au, slight degradation, creampie, squirting. ➤ aeri learns that money can’t buy everyone.

If there’s anything worse than a teacher’s pet, it’s a teacher’s assistant.

She has made enemies with all of her studious peers. Her mildly mischievous antics would land her in various teachers’ classrooms for a ten-minute lecture on ethics and morals before she gets dismissed with a mere slap on the wrist. Money buys everything, so her family wealth often saves her from suffering the consequences.

Except money couldn’t buy you.

Though you are a teacher’s assistant, you’re close to Aeri’s age. Most people who aren’t in the same tax bracket as her family statistically struggle with earning enough to live so not only is she shocked when you refuse her cash. She’s furious that you actually report her behavior, which will now show up on her clean records.

Even the threat of using her wealth to destroy you didn’t deter you from following through with your report.

Aeri always gets away with being a troublemaker, especially when joined by her small posse to wreak havoc on the “peasants” (as they call their peers). Being enabled by an equally mischievous crowd and never being told “no” by her overly doting parents culminated into unhealthy coping with negative emotions.

Because there’s only one way for her to release anger.

A bated breath escapes your kiss-swollen lips as Aeri’s cock plunges into you with ease, courtesy of your ample wetness from the student’s fingers.

What started off as an exchange of rather colorful words and heated arguments turned into you being shoved against your desk and violated by a troublemaking student who couldn’t accept that she can’t always get her way. It turned into buttons flying to the floor with loud clacks and fabric ripping as she tore your leggings open at your crotch, humiliating you and marking you while holding you down.

You briefly fought back, but your body melts at the brush of lips on your neck. As soon as kisses make contact with your skin, all you want is more. More.

Even if they are a pain in the ass.

“Fuck you,” Aeri hisses as she draws her cock out, “for ruining my record.”

You moan shamelessly when she slams back into you, uncaring of the people passing by outside the classroom possibly hearing you.

She’s massive, barely letting you adjust to the girth that’s stretching out your tight and needy pussy. The lewd view of you on your desk, shirt forced open and exposing your tits, your leggings partially destroyed and dampened around the crotch, your legs fixed upwards against your chest, fuels her urge to fuck you senseless.

And so she does.

She fucks her typically poised TA with rigor. She fucks her unnecessarily strict and cold TA with anger, the obscene squelches of your dripping cunt bearing with the abuse of her cock echoing through the empty classroom. Your breathy moans and pathetic pleas surge her already inflated ego through the roof, and her eyes become fixed on you.

She observes the pleasure (and pain) etched on your face: the crease between your brows, your eyes shutting tightly, the occasional clenching of your jaw, and your mouth hanging open when she fucks you harder. It is now engraved in her memory.

“Not so strong now, are you?,” she taunts, her nails digging into the back of your thighs as she tightens her grip.

Your thoughts have been fucked out of you long ago. You can barely control yourself as she drives into you without care, but that lack of care is what’s making you hungry for more. The roughness, the belittling, and the humiliation is what’s keeping you dripping all over the girl’s cock.

All over your desk.

Aeri’s pace becomes less calculated. She manages to remain quick with her thrusts as you tighten around her, suctioning her in. She’s noisier, grunts and hitched breaths making her less wordy. She tests your flexibility at this point, forcing your thighs all up against your naked chest as she mutters about being close.

Your back arches off the desk as she bottoms out and finishes inside you.

“Such good pussy,” she mumbles as she drags her slick-coated cock out.

She shoves back in with full force, shifting your body upwards on your desk from the impact and grins when you shudder and whine. “That’s it. Take it all in, bitch.”

She repeats the process, each thrust pushing her release deeper inside you. “Take in all my cum like the little whore you are.”

She slowly pulls out her softened cock, the only time she’s ever gentle with you. Her cum oozes out a second later, flooding the surface beneath you. As it drips to the floor, she draws two fingers up your slit and plugs them in your cunt.

She may have finished first, but she’s determined to finish you too.

She works her magic. With the proper angle and a good wrist, it requires no effort for you to reach your high. Her thumb swiping over your engorged clit with each pump is what ends it all. You grab at the edge of your desk, your eyes rolling back as you spill all over her hand. Your leggings are soiled further, and Aeri is thriving from how ruined you are. How you’re so wet and sensitive and squirting even more as she pushes you past your brink.

You sink back onto your desk, exhausted, after she removes her fingers. While you need a minute to yourself, Aeri has already slipped back into her trousers and gathered her belongings. She shuffles towards the door while checking the time on her phone, but stops and looks back at you over her shoulder.

“I expect that citation to be gone by tomorrow.”

She clicks her tongue with a wink, and leaves you sprawled on your desk—half naked, ruined, and full of cum.

Because there’s only one way for her to release anger.

And that is inside you.

[floralcrematorium]

2010s Nostalgia || Hetalia Edition

Hetalia Youtube Nostalgia Playlist | 117 songs | 7hr 5min

• Hey Na Na - Katie Herzig • Viva La Vida - Coldplay • Rasputin - Boney M. • Glad You Came - The Wanted • Hot Mess - Cobra Starship • Counting Stars - OneRepublic • Fireflies - Owl City • Bombshell Blonde - The Jagged Edges • Do Better - Say Anything • Welcome To The Show - Britt Nicole • Dance With The Devil - Breaking Benjamin • Survive - Sick Puppies • Life is Beautiful - Sixx:A.M. • Fairytale - Alexander Rybak • Everybody Loves Me - One Republic • Don't Mess With Me - temposhark • Mimimi - SEREBRO • I Like It Loud - Cash Cash • I Just Wanna Run - The Downtown Fiction • I'm ALIVE! - Becca • Lovestruck - Breathe Electric • I Like To Dance - Hot Chelle Rae • Haven't Had Enough - Marianas Trench • Kiss Me Thru The Phone - Soulja Boy, Sammie • Hard out Here - Lily Allen • Runaway Baby - Bruno Mars • I Don't Care - Fall Out Boy • Airplanes - B.o.B., Hayley Williams • Rock Star - Prima J • This Is War - Thirty Seconds To Mars • Hey Brother - Avicii • Cinderella - Tata Young • Centuries - Fall Out Boy • Déjà Vu - 3OH!3 • Sexy, Naughty, Bitchy Me - Lene Alexandra • Miss Jackson - Panic! At The Disco, LOLO • The Ballad of Mona Lisa - Panic! At The Disco • Europe's Skies - Alexander Rybak • Bad Apple!! - RichaadEB, Cristina Vee • Lying Is The Most Fun A Girl Can Have Without Taking Her Clothes Off - Panic! At The Disco • Let's Kill Tonight - Panic! At The Disco • Hurricane - Panic! At The Disco • Casual Affair - Panic! At The Disco • Never Close Our Eyes - Adam Lambert • Playing With Fire - Ovi, Paula Seling • Angel With A Shotgun - The Cab • Nicotine - Panic! At The Disco • Killer - The Ready Set • How to Be a Heartbreaker - MARINA • This Ain't A Scene, It's An Arms Race - Fall Out Boy • Na Na Na (Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na) - My Chemical Romance • Troublemaker - Olly Murs, Flo Rida • Good Girls Go Bad - Cobra Starship, Leighton Meester • I Can't Decide - Scissor Sisters • One Woman Army - Porcelain Black • How To Start A War - Simon Curtis • Maps - Maroon 5 • Do Better - Say Anything • STARSTRUKK - 3OH!3 • Remember Everything - Five Finger Death Punch • The Diary of Jane - Breaking Benjamin • Seven Nation Army - The White Stripes • When You're Evil - Aurelio Voltaire • Canadian, Please - Julia Bentley, Gunnarolla • Sarah Smiles - Panic! At The Disco • Take Me to Church - Hozier • Viking Death March - Billy Talent • Headstrong - Trapt • Semi-Charmed Life - Third Eye Blind • Don't Believe A Word - Third Eye Blind • Warriors - Imagine Dragons • iNSaNiTY - CircusP • Paralyzer - Finger Eleven • I'm Awesome - Spose • 24 - Jem • Clarity - Zedd, Foxes • Hall of Fame - The Script, will.i.am • The Is Gospel - Panic! At The Disco • Immortals - Fall Out Boy • Rather Be - Clean Bandit, Jess Glynne • Wake Me Up - Avicii • a thousand years - Christina Perri • Just Like Fire - P!nk • Safe & Sound - Taylor Swift, The Civil Wars • Safe And Sound - Capital Cities • Everybody Wants To Rule The World - Lorde • Demons - Imagine Dragons • DNA - Little Mix • Remember The Name - Fort Minor, Styles of Beyond • Victorious - Panic! At The Disco • 右肩の蝶 (Butterfly On Your Right Shoulder) - Kagamine Rin/Len • We Are One (Ole Ole) - Pitbull, Jennifer Lopez, Claudia Leitte • Hero - Skillet • Maraca - Mohombi • The Phoenix - Fall Out Boy • DONTTRUSTME - 3OH!3 • Teenage Dream - Katy Perry • SING - My Chemical Romance • Good Time - Owl City, Carly Rae Jepsen • White Rabbit - Egypt Central • Not Gonna Die - Skillet • The Kill - Thirty Seconds To Mars • We No Speak Americano - Yolanda Be Cool, DCup • Nobody's Listening - Linkin Park • Disco Pogo - Die Atzen • German Sparkle Party - The Something Experience • Dirty Little Secret - The All-American Rejects • I Could Be The One - Avicii, Nicky Romero • Can't Hold Us - Macklemore & Ryan Lewis • Still Into You - Paramore • Primadonna - MARINA • Pompeii - Bastille • 恋愛サーキュレーション (Renai Circulation) - 物語シリーズ • Awake And Alive - Skillet • Monster - Skillet • Poker Face - Lady Gaga • Falling Inside The Black - Skillet

[bumblesimagines]

The Deal

Request: Yes or No

Summary: When Pope needs some extra cash, he takes up the opportunity of helping others with their studies. However, things take a turn when he decides to help out a known troublemaker.

Pronouns: He/Him/His, M!Reader

CW/TW: Typical OBX warnings, teasing over virginity, (Y/N)'s kinda an asshole, mentions/implied JJPope (should've been canon), implied bisexual JJ, Pope is bisexual and possibly ooc,

Super short but felt like doing something with sweet ole Pope

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(Y/N) watched with a lazy grin as Mrs. Heyward shuffled into the room with a charcuterie board in hand, her smile big and warm and utterly welcoming as she carefully set the food down on an empty part of Pope's desk. Her son rolled his lips into his mouth and squeezed his eyes shut at her presence, his fingers rubbing into his forehead in pure embarrassment that only made (Y/N) snort quietly. Mrs. Heyward leaned back and clasped her hands together, her eyes crinkling when she faced them.

"There you go, sweetie. Eat as much as you want. You boys let me know if you need anything, 'kay?"

"Okay, Mom, thank you." Pope practically groaned, giving Mrs. Heyward a tight-lipped smile and watching her leave his bedroom while (Y/N) quietly snickered under his breath, his knuckles pressing into his lips to muffle the noise before it could reach the kind older woman's ears. Pope exhaled heavily and stood up to fully shut his door, ensuring to lock it before he returned to his bed and softly cleared his throat. "Sorry 'bout that." He muttered, swallowing down the mortification that'd filled him when his mother had strolled into the room.

"That was cute, Heyward." (Y/N) laughed, picking up a juicy apple slice and taking a bite from it, a bit of juice dripping off his bottom lip. Slowly chewing on the crunchy apple slice, he watched Pope retrieve some notebooks and flip through them until he reached his desired pages full of biology notes and some poorly drawn scribbles. He popped open the cap of his highlighter and took a peek through the pages of (Y/N)'s science notebook, unsurprisingly finding them mostly blank.

"Okay, so, uhm," Pope cleared his throat. "You know what monomers and polymers are, right?"

And right on cue, (Y/N) promptly zoned out and fully allowed his attention to shift onto the surprisingly semi-cluttered room of Pope 'Golden Boy' Heyward. He eyed the posters and drawings on the wall, some movies he recognized whilst others were characters from anime series with bulky muscled men and petite women.

(Y/N) shoved the rest of the slice into his mouth and squinted as he looked at the Polaroid pictures pinned to the wooden wall near him, recognizing a younger Pope with his parents in a few but JJ, Kiara, and John B were the subject of half of the pictures stuck around the walls of the room. 

Scooting his chair closer to the wall, he felt the corners of his lips curl up into gleeful mischief when he took note of the way Pope looked at Kiara in most pictures; softened adoring eyes, a gentle smile, the look of knowing written all over JJ's smirking face in each photo. Pope liked Kiara, (Y/N) realized, and spun the swivel chair around to look at him. He'd never seen Pope flirt properly before, only ever spewing random weird facts that had chicks furrowing their brows and walking away when they got the chance. 

"-dehydration synthesis is actually pretty cool if you think about it. Basically what happens is-"

"Heyward." (Y/N) purred, slowly rising from his chair and plucking another apple slice from the board. Pope's eyes darted away from his notebook to look at him questioningly, his body perking up and shoulders squaring as if awaiting (Y/N)'s question about whatever he'd spent the last few minutes blabbering about. (Y/N) popped the apple slice into his mouth and nudged the notebooks off the bed, letting them slip and fall onto the floor with soft thuds. "You're a total virgin, right?" 

Pope blinked at him, his mouth flying open and then slamming shut. He visibly gulped, his adams apple bobbing and eyes flickering away to bounce around different objects in his room. "N-No, I've... I've- I've-" Pope stuttered roughly, his grip on the notebook in hand tightening and crinkling the paper. "I'm- I-"

"Wow," (Y/N) snickered, snatching the notebook from his hand and dropping it onto the floor with a soft thud. Pope's hands were forced to rest over his thighs, fingers flexing and curling into fists. "Never even kissed anyone, have you, Heyward?" 

"Okay, what if I am? Virginty- Virginty is a construct."

"Sure, if it helps you sleep at night knowing even Routledge of all people has gotten laid before, it's totally a construct." (Y/N) laughed again, albeit more cruelly, and plopped down on the bed beside Pope's crossed legs with his head cocked to the side. "You can't leave high school a virgin with a face like that, Heyward. Besides, girls like guys who know what they're doing, trust me; I'm kind of an expert on this shit."

Pope grimaced. "Yeah, I've heard." He'd seen the pouty, sullen looks on the classmates he'd snatched up and then dropped once he bored of them. He'd even seen the occasional fight with a Kook when he slept with a taken rich girl. "It's- It's fine, I don't care. Peer pressuring someone to lose their virginity is something straight from an early 2000s movie."

"I'm not peer pressuring you, Heyward. I'm making fun of you." The shit-eating grin on (Y/N)'s face reminded him all too much of JJ. "But, because I am such a nice guy-"

"That's debatable."

"-I'm going to help you, Heyward." The grin grew at the bewildered look on Pope's face, his brows knitting tightly together and lips pulling into a line. Pope stared at him, his fingers rubbing into the fabric of his jeans, the contemplation clear in his eyes. "You think Kiara has time to teach someone how to please her?" 

"W-What? I-I don't like Kie! She's like- I-"

"I can teach you how to kiss someone properly. I've had plenty of practice since middle school." (Y/N) pressed the bottom of his sneaker into the heel of the other, pushing until the shoe fell onto the floor before ridding himself of the other one. He dragged himself further onto the bed and arched an expectant brow at the stammering boy until Pope shut his mouth and swallowed again. 

"I..." He trailed off, his eyes jumping toward the picture wall, his lips pressing together. 

"Come on, you wouldn't be the first of Routledge's minions I've made out with." (Y/N) revealed and Pope's considering gaze turned into surprise as his wide eyes darted back to him. "J and I make out drunk all the time. You should try it sometime when you're wasted and bored."

Pope would've been lying if he claimed he'd never thought of kissing the chaotic Maybank. Hell, sometimes he wondered what it'd be like to kiss John B; especially on lazy days when they lounged on the boat after a swim and the setting sun warmed John B's skin, making it glitter from the droplets of water while he stared off into the distance. With JJ, the thoughts emerged more often. JJ cared little for personal space, his hand or arm somehow managing to always press against one of the Pogues, and Pope often found his space invaded by the blond. He assumed it to be natural thoughts, but he wondered if his curiosity expanded past innocence. 

His skin simmered with heat, his hands curling into fists and his back straightening with determination. If JJ trusted him, so would Pope. He gave (Y/N) a firm nod and braced himself, his eyes squeezing shut and cheeks flaring with heat when (Y/N) giggled.

The bed shifted and creaked with movement, his eyes parting immediately when he felt hands grasping at his crossed legs and pulling them apart. (Y/N) hardly gave him time to question before pressing their lips together, his hand slipping toward Pope's hip and squeezing lightly; the scent of cigarette smoke clinging to (Y/N)'s clothes filling Pope's nose.

"Relax." He murmured into Pope's mouth, half-lidded eyes finally shutting and lips pressing harder against Pope. 

Slowly, Pope forced himself to relax, his body slumping back against the pillow that began pressing into his back when (Y/N) pushed him into lying back. His lips felt soft, if not a bit chapped and sticky from the apple slices, and Pope felt a surge of insecurity bubble in his stomach at his blatant inexperience. His hands awkwardly fumbled around until he pressed them against (Y/N)'s sides, finding himself fully unsure of what else to do besides pressing back into his lips. 

"There you go," (Y/N) cooed and the way his heart skipped a beat at the praise made Pope want to bury his face into his pillows. The top of (Y/N)'s thighs pressed into the bottom of Pope's, his knees sinking into the mattress as he began adjusting his position. He moved fully on top of him, propping his upper half up by bracing himself against his elbow. His fingers took Pope's chin and lightly squeezed. "Open."

With a face set ablaze, Pope meekly parted his lips and shut his eyes again. (Y/N) kissed him again, his lips wrapping around Pope's bottom one and teeth digging lightly into him, an action that shot heat down his spine before he mushed their lips further together. Their teeth almost clacked together as Pope weakly began mimicking (Y/N)'s movements, a muffled noise leaving him when their tongues collided and he tasted the apple juice on his tongue. 

(Y/N) pulled back after a minute or two, a short string of saliva connecting them and quiet panting leaving them both. Pope's fingers dipped under the hem of (Y/N)'s shirt, carefully massaging his flesh as he attempted to ground his spinning, light-headed brain. He stared up at the ceiling of his room, chest heaving with pants and lips slick with salvia. 

"Did- Did you know-" He paused to catch his breath again. "-that kissing releases a multitude of chemicals in your brain-"

"Oh, Jesus, Pope." (Y/N) dropped his head down onto the soft pillow beside Pope, his breath fanning against Pope's ear and making goosebumps rise along his arms. "If you want to nerd out, use it as a segway into kissing."

"I'm surprised you know what segway means."

"Fuck you." (Y/N) laughed, light and breathless. "I'm not dumb; school is just boring."

Pope traced the lines in the slanted wooden ceiling over them, his hands squeezing (Y/N)'s sides when an idea struck him. "Yeah? What if... what if it wasn't boring?" Pope tilted his head to look at him, their noses brushing against each other and a smile spreading across his lips. "I can teach you something about biology and in return, you can teach me something I can do to- to... to my future girlfriend, or something." 

"Mm," (Y/N) grinned, a quiet chuckle leaving him. "You've got a deal, then."

[bluecollarmcandtf]

Typical Day for a Mall Cop

My name's Bill, and I've been a guard at the mall for almost a decade now. It wasn't my dream job, but life has a way of creeping up on you with kids and a mortgage. I needed something to pay the bills, and I've always had a knack for watching over people.

Like any other weekend, the mall is fairly busy, so I stay on my feet and patrol the halls for most of the day. Occasionally, I'll check in with the other mall cop, but my time is mostly filled with watching shoppers come and go. If anybody gets too rowdy, a stern look is enough to keep them in line.

A lot of the time, teenagers will loiter in stores. Some of them even try and bring their skateboards in, but it isn't too hard to make them adhere to the mall's strict policies. They might be young and clueless, but that doesn't mean I'll cut them any breaks.

Over by the fountain, I see one of the boys I admonished a week ago. I think I caught him shoplifting or something. Thieves normally get banned from the mall, but I didn't do that with this one. He said something that completely caught me off guard; he said he could hypnotize me.

I laughed in his face.

Amused inwardly by the boy's foolish claim, I walk over to check in with him. I'm sure he'll remember the security guard that almost kicked him out of the mall last weekend.

The kid is chatting with his friends, but they fall quiet when they notice me looming behind them. Like we'd discussed last week, I drop to my knees and kneel in front of the troublemaker. He explained that this is the best thing for me to do when I see him around, and I can't help but agree. I know the boy deserves my respect.

I plant a kiss on both of his sneakers, and then wait for him to speak first. It takes a minute because he and his friends are busy cracking up over some unspoken joke. Whatever it is, clearly went right over my head.

"How you doin', mall pig?" the boy laughs.

I smirk at the nickname he's given me. We've gotten in the habit of calling each other by these pseudonyms, and I don't mind it.

"Very good, sir," I answer, using the name I've come to associate him with, "How are you?"

"Fine, I guess," he shrugs, "I spent your cash on kicks for my crew."

That reminds me of last week again. The boy had made it seem like a good idea to give him all the money I had, which included the paycheck I'd earned for last pay period. On the ground, I had a close view of all the vibrant sneakers the teenagers were wearing. It was nice to know he'd put my gift to good use, even if my wife had been pissed that I'd come home without my month's salary.

"You have another check for me, fat ass?"

His friends laugh at his new nickname for me, but I shake my head and answer a solemn, "No, sir."

The teenager groans and leads his gang of friends away, already bored with me. It seems like he's just going to leave me there, kneeling in the middle of the mall, until he turns and beckons me to follow. Inwardly, I'm glad that he's not done with me yet. I've come to enjoy our interactions a lot.

I follow the boys, crawling behind them all the way into a bathroom.

"If you ain't got any cash to keep me and my crew entertained, then you're gonna have to do something to make us laugh," he explains.

"Of course, sir!" I smile, trying to express how willing I am to impress him and his friends.

"We'd find it hilarious if you dunked your head in each toilet," he adds blandly.

I light up. He's just explained how I can be of service and now all I have to do is follow through. I'm sure it'd be hilarious for them to watch a fully grown security guard giving himself a few swirlies. That's peak comedy!

"Watch this, sir!" I laugh, crawling over to the first toilet and shoving my face into the water without any hesitation.

I know the guy that's supposed to clean these bathrooms, and it's obvious he slacks off because there are skid marks all over. I try not to think about it as my cheeks and forehead brush against the bottom of the bowl. When I pull my face out of the flushing toilet, my ears pop and hear a roar of laughter behind me. The kids find it hilarious, which only fuels my desire to keep going.

With a gaping grin, I shuffle over to the next stall and repeat. There are six toilets in the men's restroom. Some are cleaner than others. The last one is a clogged mess, and the boys find it hilarious when I come up with toilet paper plastered to my face. I laugh through it all, even if the urge to puke is growing.

By the time I'm done, I'm soaked in toilet water, and the teenagers are in tears.

"Alright, toilet guy. That was disgusting," the leader of the pack chuckles, grimacing in my direction, "You have a car or something?"

"Yes, sir. I've got a minivan in the parking lot."

"A minivan?" he seems disappointed, "Hand over the keys anyway. We wanna drive around."

"You got it, sir," I say, fishing the fob out of my damp pockets.

He swipes the keys out of my hand eagerly and turns to leave the bathroom. I start to follow the boys out, but he stops me.

"Why don't you stay in here 'till you dry off," he snorts, "You can spend that time in the corner, thinking about what you can do for me next time I'm at the mall."

"Yes, sir," answer, and the boys leave.

Briefly, the thought of getting back to work crosses my mind. I really should be out there keeping an eye on the vendors and their merchandise, but that goes away. Like suggested, I stare at the dirty tile wall and begin to brainstorm what I can do for the boy the next time I see him.

My walkie goes off now and then with the voice of my coworker wondering where I am, but I ignore it.

After an hour or so, I've dripped mostly dry, but a strong stink still lingers around my head. Still, I've come up with a few different things I could have ready next week. It'll take some overtime to make extra cash for the boy. My wife won't be happy about that, but it'll give me a chance to actually have cash ready for him when he asks for it.

The only other thing I have to offer is the perks of my job. Maybe his friends and him would like a tour of the security office? I'd give them free reign of everything in the confiscated bin.

Speaking of my job, I should probably get back. My partner is probably angry at me for not answering the radio. He'll be happy when I tell him I'll take the late shift for the next few days. Hopefully he won't say anything about the smell. God, it's awful!

Just another day working as a mall cop!

[lu-dao-writes]

— 𝘾𝙤𝙬𝙗𝙤𝙮!𝙆𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙉𝙖𝙣𝙖𝙢𝙞

꒰ ͜͡➸ 𝙎𝙮𝙣𝙤𝙥𝙨𝙞𝙨 A man rejects corporate life and becomes a cowboy.

𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜(𝙨) No reader (yet), mentions of church but nothing deep, Nanami basically getting adopted by a black couple 😊, cottagecore!nanami(?), cowboy!nanami, quickly typed up.

𝘼/𝙉 I’m getting bad brainrot of this man as a cowboy…So here ya go!!🤠🐎 ༘ ೀ⋆ ꒱ྀི

- Left the corporate world when he finally realized just how shit it is and how he’s unhappy with it and only helping the wealthy in the end.

- Moved to the states and found himself buying an abandoned farm house.

- Nanami likes being productive, so fixing the house little by little was a nice challenge.

- Nanami liked to keep to himself as usual, but it became impossible when he became very close with his neighbors.

- The Johnsons were a married couple who owned a Cajun and Soul food restaurant that was in town. They came to his home with a delicious gift: piping hot, mouthwatering food.

- Nanami couldn’t help but enjoy their company and appreciate their kindness. Especially when he expressed interest in wanting to cook and bake.

- Desiree, aka Mrs Johnson, was delighted to teach Nanami some recipes and they had regularly scheduled meetings, the woman singing praises to the man she likes to call her son.

- And Desmond, Mr Johnson, loved to help Nanami out with fixing up his home and giving him tips for if and when he decides to start adding animals into his life.

- The Johnsons had two kids, but they’re grown. One is more focused on life in the city, and the other… The other is unfortunately a troublemaker that they don’t like to talk too much about.

- The Johnsons were also so very kind enough to offer Nanami a position at their restaurant.

- The town has its annual contests and at first Nanami was content to just watch, but eventually he got pushed to join in. His favorite is the baking contest.

- Once the house was to his liking, Kento finally decided to take in animals, starting off with a hen and a rooster, and a cow.

- He named the rooster after Gojo because of how loud that feathery creature can be, and that’s literally his alarm clock.

- Nanami also got into making food for the community, helping Desiree cook food for the church and for people in need.

- He also did a few odd jobs for people for some side cash and of course to just help.

- He likes that he’s actually contributing to something good for the community.

- Nanami soon got a horse and adopted a stray cat and dog, naming the horse after Geto, the feline after Shoko, and the hound dog was named after Yu.

- Kento enjoys his life. It’s constant work, but he likes to stay busy. He enjoys waking up to care for the animals, visiting the Johnson’s (he definitely was invited to the cookout/family reunion), helping his new community, making wine, knitting, and baking for competitions.

And things get a little more interesting when a new neighbor comes into town…~.

[dangermousie]

Such a great sequence - where Eun Ha got punched out by another little girl for touching her pretty doll and that girl's bitch mother refuses to apologize because this is the road to thievery etc etc and Ji Won gets angrier and angrier. And then HS shows up and I love the bitch mom being a little lost at how aggressively nice he is (he literally comes in and apologizes in the same breath.) And then:

Yes, he makes his beloved daughter to apologize to the girl who punched her and does not demand apology at all. You see the teacher melt and feel sooooo bad. And then there is this little argument between JW and HS - and it's so telling, she is coming from the position of just world and how you need to stand up for yourself openly and she's never had to be the weaker or dissemble to survive - she acts like a sane person with a happy life.

Meanwhile, HS with his background is all about how it looks.

That is something that has never been true in HS' life.

But also yeah, he's accepted he doesn't understand people on an emotional level but he knows what makes them react so...it's all the study.

Their view of the problem is different, isn't it? He's trying to protect Eun Ha from being labeled a troublemaker (because he knows how that can explode) and she's trying to protect Eun Ha's sense of justice (something he's never had but she believes in.)

And then the whole "I see she's mad, I really MUST make sure she's not mad" - he's so desperately attuned. And he doesn't stop until he sees she's not mad any more.

This scene with Eun Ha is one of my faves. Because he's taken her to eat egg tarts, her fave, and she's mad.

His explanation!!!! This sums up his life - he's been abused his whole life as the son of a serial killer and treated so nicely when he changed his identity as son of a hospital director (I mean, later in the ep, that dude tries to justify attempting to murder him back when even tho they were roommates and he was nothing but nice but the dude wanted his cash, by saying oh he must have been an evil killer.)

The way he got revenge for her by stealing that girl's doll that the fight was over and throwing it out.

And he buys her more egg tarts.

He fights for her in his own dysfunctional way, the way nobody ever did for him.

[chimindity]

Can I try the drug?

Summary | Maybank!reader gets to know better the drug dealer from buying the cocaine for her dad. Request by @/anon

Pairing | Barry x maybank!reader

Warning | age gap, physical violence by Luke, mentions of kid/kiddo, dealing drugs, nothing too concerning beside reader getting attached :3

A/N | urgh I love your request so much, thanks youu!! You're sweet, I didn't make them in a relationship.. but something different, I hope you like it!

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Usually your dad never let any of his children get his drug, making him feel less guilty. Well, that's until today.

Luke bursts into your room frustratred, holding a small of cash in his hand, you quickly sit up from your bed watching the angry expression forming on his face, -"I need, to get a refill, you, need to get me a refill, now" he groans before throwing the money in your lap.

You are taken aback by his reaction, you have never been at Barry's or don't even know how the trading work, -"dad uh,—" you don't even have time to express yourself before you feel a pain in your scalp.

-"i'm the adult, here" he drags you out of the house by your hair, you watch the door being closed as you stand there in front of your house, holding the money.

You decide to walk to Barry's from what you can recall. After walking for a while, you notice a black motorbike. You let out a sigh of relief as you spot it. You step in front of the door, raising your hand nervously, ready to knock on it.

And before you can think twice, you see the door being opened, revealing a not too familiar brunette man behind it, -"what are you here for? I'm not a fucking candy shop" he looks at the plastic bag you're holding, seeing the cash through it.

-"it's for my dad— he, I think he usually comes here to get the drug" you feel a wave of fear running through your blood, feeling quite intimidated, he coos in realization.

-"well, come in, I won't bite you there's no need to be afraid of" he leads you to the brown couch, a strong smell of alcohol makes you cough as you both sit down on it.

-"you know your dad's doing bad stuff, it ain't good for you, kid I never want to catch you doing that y'hear me?" He leans his face closer to yours, gently tugging on your ear, which brightens your red cheeks as you chuckle.

-"yes, yes I got it" you look into his eyes while holding his wrist, pulling it away from your ear, somehow finally findind the comfort you've been seeking for in your dad's eyes. Except, he's not your dad but his dealer.

-"good, I've been there before, trust me" he speaks while counting the cash you handed him, you simply nod at every word he says as you are mesmerized by his dark eyes.

-"what does it taste like? Would you let me try it, if I ask you nicely?" You ask batting your lashes at him, he looks away and chuckles.

-"it tastes like shit, don't—don't ask me that again, I told you I won't let you taste it" he raises his brow as he looks at you, noticing the way you're litteraly admiring him at this point.

You pout, but deep down in your heart you're feeling protected, as if he doesn't want nothing bad to happen to you, -"how—how old are you? You seem pretty young to be here anyway, where's the troublemaker?" He asks mentioning JJ while standing up from the couch.

As soon as he gets up, you look up at him like a lost puppy almost feeling sad, -"what's the matter? All you have to do is give me the drug and that's it" you exclaim, gesturing with your hands.

He hums before pulling out the small bag from his pocket and hands it to you, your face lights up at the sight of it as you went to grab it Barry pulls it back out of your reach.

-"promise me, you're only gonna give it to dad and not try it on your way home, got it kiddo?" He crouches down to your level, looking you right in the eyes, the way you absorb every word coming out from his mouth, the way your eyes admire every feature of his face.

-"i promise you Barry, I will not try it" you keep repeating yourself as if you just wanted to get praised by him, he smiles at you and stand up.

You get up from the couch as you keep looking up at him, -"I promise you, you can trust me" you mumble, watching him tuck the small bag in your pocket, his action caught you off guard.

-"i'm proud of you, kid" feeling his calloused fingers moving through the tissue of your cloth, you mumble a quiet 'thanks you', you've never been this close to a boy, your big brother always make sure you were safe, and never being surrounded by boys, causing Barry's action to leave you speechless.

Until you get pulled out of your thoughts, hearing Barry chuckles -"y'all good, kid? 'was only my fingers" he ruffles your hair before leading you outside his trailer.

You glance over your shoulder, looking back at him, you couldn't already gotten attached to him, right? The harsh pain in your heart tells you otherwise, as he is about to close the door.

-"wait! Please Barry—" you beg, not even knowing why, Barry knew from the moment he laid his eyes on you that you needed someone who know how to love you, but mostly to comfort you.

-"what's going on, sweetheart?" He opens the door, not expecting you to walk to him and pull yourself into his arms, you needed to feel loved, and so does Barry.

Taken aback by the sudden hug at first, but as soon as he feels his own heart calming down, he wraps his arms tightly around your waist, -"I'm here, k'ay? I'm not only a drug dealer, I can be y—" he rubs your back, as he get cut off.

-"I wanna stay here, and with you and I could even help you dealing or whatever you need me for" you pull your head back from his chest to look up at him, how can you feel so safe already around him?

-"I won't ask you to help me with that kind of stuff, s'too dangerous for a pretty thing like you" You're just his client's daughter and yet you felt safer with him than your own father.

-"i'm gonna fucking start selling cupcakes, you like cupcakes, right? He rubs the back of his neck, not too sure about how to handle the situation.

-"i love them! So I can come here whenever I want to buy myself a cupcake?" You ask, already getting excited at the thought of seeing him every day, he chuckles before looking down at you.

-"you won't need to pay for them, kid, cause you'll be the one baking them, alright?" Your eyes widens at the idea of selling your cupcakes in the same trailer as your dad's dealer.

You warmly smile at him, before realizing what time it must be -"I'm sorry, I should probably go, before my dad get mad" you quickly apologize before pecking his cheek.

-"see you tomorrow, cupcake" he chuckles and watches you leave, before closing the door behind you, thinking about how could you feel so safe around a drug dealer?

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[cottonlemonade]

heyaa! congrats on the milestone sweets<3 I’ll get menu A with chocolate milk and a matcha roll, then sit with Futakuchi:))

Reputation

word count: 702 || avg. reading time: 3 mins.

pairing: Futakuchi x chubby!Reader

genre: fluff

warnings: none

request: fluffy, part-timing at the same job with crush Futakuchi

Futakuchi straightened and stretched. The heavy boxes of books were gonna lead him to an early grave, he just knew it. He glanced at the clock on the wall. It was only 9. He groaned inwardly. Nowhere near lunchtime yet.

The official announcement to his friends had been that he wanted to make some extra cash to hit the gaming cafés with them in the city, when in reality his parents couldn’t afford to get the new bicycle his little sister wanted for her birthday. He had been saving up a bit for a few months but it still wasn’t enough, so when he happened to see that a local bookstore needed part timers to do restock and inventory for a weekend, he immediately applied. Obviously he would never tell anyone. After all, he worked hard for his reputation as the easy going troublemaker ace.

“Here.”

He turned around, wiping sweat off his forehead and accepted the cold glass of lemonade you held out to him.

Okay, maybe he didn’t just happen to walk by that bookstore. Maybe he went there to catch a glimpse of you at work. Possibly.

But again - reputation. If he would be seen with the cute, chubby clutz from class 2-6 people might end up thinking he was *shudder* a nice guy.

“If you need a break, lemme know, alright? I can imagine it’s exhausting to haul those boxes around.”, you said.

“What? No, I was just - looking at this book.” He grabbed a random volume off the shelf.

“Encyclopedia of Mushrooms.”, you furrowed your brow with a pitying smile, obviously seeing right through his flimsy excuse but decided to tease, “Is it a good read?”

“Well yeah. They really go into … mushrooms and… dirt and stuff.”

“I see.”, you grinned and took the book out of his hand, “In that case I’ll set it aside for you to take home later.” With a playful wink you turned to head to the cash register, only tripping once over a stray box on the floor. He wanted to reach out to steady you but thought better of it. If he wanted to keep you from stumbling or running into things he would never get done with work. Maybe he should head to the pharmacy during his break to grab some salve and bandaids, just in case.

With his mind back on his sister’s birthday, Futakuchi resumed his work, sorting books carefully from the box into free spaces. Through a gap in the shelf he could keep an eye on you. How you silently counted the stock of a title, then jotted down the number on a clipboard with your tongue slightly sticking out between your lips. His movements slowed as he watched you pull out a book here and there to mark it on your list. He couldn’t help but grin as he watched you attempt to grab a book from a higher shelf.

All you had to do was ask him very nicely and he might help you, he thought. He waited with a smirk for you to call for him.

As you tried to pull out a little paperback, the row of books moved with it, threatening to fall.

“Hey, watch it.”

He had no idea how he got there. His body moved on its own. And suddenly he was standing over you, his arm protectively above your head as the downpour of paperbacks tumbled over his head and shoulders.

When he opened his eyes again he was very aware of how close you were. You looked at him in surprise, letting out a quiet, “Thank you.”

“No worries.”, he said - and cringed. Why was his voice so hoarse all of the sudden?!

“I… I think all the books fell now.”

He nodded slightly. What a weird thing to say, he thought, obviously they were all gone so why -

“You can… uhm… stand down.”

“Oh!”

Futakuchi quickly took two steps back and bumped into the shelf opposite. Luckily he was spared another barrage of books.

“Be more careful from now on, alright?”, he muttered to the pile of paperbacks at your feet, figuring if he didn’t look at you, you wouldn’t see him blushing.

a/n: this guy… thank you so much for letting me write for him, girl! I hope you enjoyed it 🌟

[bones4thecats]

Theme Songs: Disney's TWST

This features every single Twisted Wonderland main character, there are no extra characters (Baul Sebek, Cheka Kingscholar, Rollo Flamm, Fellow Honest, Neige LeBlanche, Che'nya, Teachers, etc.) I'll be continuing this with the other fandoms I have. Some may take up more than one list though (*cough* Record of Ragnarok *cough*). I'll link the other lists below as I make them! Enjoy!!

❤️ Riddle Rosehearts, Housewarden of Heartslabyul »»-----► Queen of Hearts by Starla Edney 🧁 Trey Clover, Vice-Housewarden of Heartslabyul »»-----► Sugar by Maroon 5 💎 Cater Diamond, Third-Year of Heartslabyul »»-----► Diamonds by Rihanna ♠️ Deuce Spade, First-Year of Heartslabyul »»-----► Sorry by Halsey 🪅 Ace Trappola, First-Year of Heartslabyul »»-----► Troublemaker by Olly Murs (Ft. Flo Rida)

🦁 Leona Kingscholar, Housewarden of Savanaclaw »»-----► Feel Invincible by Skillet 🍩 Ruggie Bucchi, 'Vice-Housewarden' of Savanaclaw »»-----► Not Afraid by Eminem 🐺 Jack Howl, First-Year of Savanaclaw »»-----► Stronger (What Doesn't Kill You) by Kelly Clarkson

🐙 Azul Ashengrotto, Housewarden of Octavinelle »»-----► Who's Laughing Now by Ava Max 🍄 Jade Leech, Vice-Housewarden of Octavinelle »»-----► Smooth Operator by Sade 🎭 Floyd Leech, Second-Year of Octavinelle »»-----► Can't Stop the Feeling by Justin Timberlake

☀️ Kalim Al-Asim, Housewarden of Scarabia »»-----► I Got You by Bebe Rexha 🐍 Jamil Viper, Vice-Housewarden of Scarabia »»-----► Lies by Will Jay

👑 Vil Schoenheit, Housewarden of Pomefiore »»-----► Young and Beautiful by Lana Del Ray 🏹 Rook Hunt, Vice-Housewarden of Pomefiore »»-----► Every Breath You Take (Cover) by Chase Holfelder 🍎 Epel Felmier, First-Year of Pomefiore »»-----► Bragger by Kelsea Ballerini

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[grandlinedreams]

hi is it possible to request a good old (modern) coffee shop au with a little twist of law being a barista and reader being a regular customer….. like how he would ask them out in this situation and stuff like that

also i sure hope youre not tired of writing for the same character over and over again but damn you capture laws personality so well im jealous lmao

OH BLESS i love me a good coffeeshop au, they're always so cute :(( and i'm absolutely not tired of writing for Law, that man rattles around in my brain on the daily ㅡ I hope that this is to your liking!!

[Heads up!: coffeeshop!au, Shachi and Penguin being the worlds silliest guys, law is a little oblivious, fluff!]

"Oh look, it's your favorite customer."

Law doesn't like the sly look on Penguin's face, the grin that promises trouble even as Law turns at the chime of the little cluster of bells above the cafe door.

"Hey, [Name]!" Shachi greets you, and Law doesn't like the look on his face either.

"Hey guys," you say as you approach, fluffy white samoyed pressing into your side, tail swaying gently. "Hope you don't mind me bringing Bepo in."

"Nah," Shachi produces a treat from beneath the counter near the service case, kept tucked away for the occasional four legged visitors like Bepo. "You know we love him."

"Some of us love more than just Bepo," Penguin intones and Law's eyes flick to him and narrow in warning, but his coworker only grins.

"Okay..." Your tone is polite despite the confusion on your face, and you refocus on Law. "Could I get my regular, please?"

A small smile tugs at Law's lips, expression softening. "Sure."

There's snickering from behind him that makes him want to chuck the tip jar at the duo, but he resists in favor of waving off the little folded bundle of cash that you try to hand him. "On the house."

"Really?" Your head tilts. "Odd, wasn't it like that last time?" Law flinches, but you're still smiling, and he watches you drop the money into the tip jar. "I feel bad if I don't give something."

You pull away from the counter before he can protest, Bepo padding alongside you as you take your usual seat at the tiny couch tucked in the corner.

"Dude," Penguin intones from behind him, clapping him on the shoulder. "You are so whipped."

ㅡ

Law has watched you come in to the Polar cafe nearly every day for the last two months. It's hard not to develop a sense of camaraderie when you see someone that often, and despite his best efforts, he has to admit that it's shifted into a want for something more romantic towards you. The problem is, of course, that he has no idea how you feel.

Penguin and Shachi, having witnessed this go on for the last two months, are of the opinion that he's worried about nothing and that his feelings are mutual.

"Law, they come to this cafe every day and ask for you. They said you make the best latte."

"There's also like six other cafes closer than this one and they come here. Pretty sure they like you too."

Law still worries. He's gotten used to your company, enjoys it ㅡ he doesn't want to ruin what the two of you have if he's misreading things.

"When's my turn to get cute little foam animals in my stuff," Penguin whines as he watches Law do his best to shape little white ears into the foam.

"Gotta find someone who likes you, dude." Shachi dodges the halfhearted swipe from Penguin.

"There are plenty of people who like me."

"Online doesn't countㅡ"

"Shut up, both of you." Law cuts in, banter making it hard to focus on getting the eyes shaped right. Both men peer at the cup.

"Is that Bepo?"

"Looks more like a polar bear."

"Shut up."

He sets the cup down on the tray carefully before he snatches a napkin and a marker, bent over his work to keep the pair of troublemakers from seeing.

They watch him pick up the order and the napkin, and Penguin turns towards Shachi. "Five bucks says he's asking them out."

"No way, he's a chicken."

ㅡ

"Here you go," Law says, announcing his presence before he sets down the cup and you turn from where you'd been cooing over Bepo, eyes flicking to the cup.

"Oh," you say, "is that Bepo?" Law nods, nervous ㅡ and then you beam. "It's so cute, I almost don't want to drink it."

The real Bepo yawns beside you, watching Law with dark, round eyes before pillowing his head on your lap. He watched you reach for the napkin and his heart leaps ad he moves to leave.

"Excuse me," you call and he stills, turning on his heel to face you once more. Your expression is amused as you hold up the napkin that he'd carefully written his number on, along with the question he's been wanting to ask you for weeks. "Gonna ask me out and then run away before I answer? Seems pretty rude."

"Depends on your answer," he responds, and you laugh.

"I thought it'd have been obvious that I like you, Law." Your eyes gleam. "You're the only one who makes my drink and I come here to see you."

"Oh," Law says, and though Penguin and Shachi were right, he's not about to admit that. "So..."

"What time do you get off? We can talk about that date."

A smirk tugs at his lips. "I get off in five minutes."

You beam. "Perfect."

(A week later when Law finally tells Penguin and Shachi that he's leaving early for his second date with you, Penguin gleefully ends up five dollars richer.)

[apomaro-mellow]

Mafia AU 1/?

Mafia shorts scenes (as a primer)

In Eddie’s defense, he was never given a chance. It wasn’t just a shitty dad that kept him from reaching whatever potential he might’ve had. Even his Uncle Wayne, as righteous as he was, had his shoes stuck in the muck. That is to say all the Munsons had a dirty record of some kind. Eddie was only twelve the first time he got caught stealing and had been chased out of the mom-and-pop store with a bag of candies. 

If you came from a good family with money, being a bull-headed alpha was a status symbol. But when you came from nothing, you were just a no good troublemaker who didn’t know his place. That was what Eddie’s dad told him anyway, when he presented.

“If you’re a Munson, life’s out to get ya. And you’re about to go through the worst of it”, Al said as his son felt the change coming upon him.

His Uncle Wayne told him there was no Munson curse. They may have had a shit lot in life but as long as a man had a code, he’d find his way. Eddie’s mother didn’t have much to say about their situation. She had been sick for as long as he could remember and never liked to dwell on negative topics much.

Sometimes it was an appreciated break from his life. Sometimes Eddie wished she’d just talk to him about going on. He didn’t even realize how sick she was until it was too late. Until she was in a hospital and saying goodbye. Until some guys in suits came to collect.

Apparently Al had taken on some loans to help with his wife’s ailments. He told his brother and son not to worry about it. That he’d figure it out. And like a fool, Eddie believed him. 

The sound of the gavel sentencing his father to prison would echo in his heart for years to come. Eddie watched his dad get escorted out of the courtroom and saw himself. The sad thing was, there was nothing he could do to stop it. His greatest skills were lockpicking, pickpocketing, and cow tipping.

So, one parent in a coffin, the other in the clink, and zero prospects. What a life he led. To his credit, Wayne tried to keep Eddie at a distance from the seedier stuff. Eddie got a job at the local bar. He stayed on the straight and narrow for about a week before he started running drugs in the back. 

The business got the attention of a family that had their hands in a lot of work in this town - the Marini family. The same family that had loaned Al that money. And the exact same one that Wayne was taking small jobs for to both repay the debt and keep the lights on.

“This is Wayne’s boy.”

“Not his boy, his nephew.”

“His pop’s in jail, that makes him his boy.”

Eddie was leaning against the wall behind the bar, having been accosted by a couple of Marini goons. He didn’t know exactly who they were, but knew enough to clock them as lower level.

But they offered him a gig and he was in need of the cash. He was always in need of the cash. Doing so without consulting his uncle got him a cuffed ear but it was way worth it to see the look on Tonio’s face when he popped the target before he could even get his gun out. They saw Eddie as just some fodder. A two-bit criminal with no future.

But as both he and Wayne took on more favors, opinions of them began to turn. They started to get more respect. They started to get bigger payouts. And eventually, they started getting invited to gatherings.

It was at one of these gatherings, that he finally set his eyes on the upper members of the family. It was at such an event, that he saw the boss’ son, smelling for all the world like a sweet, rich omega - Steve Harrington.

Part 2

[tealvenetianmask]

Some assorted circus/Buckzo family headcanons (fic someday maybe?)

Tilla was kind of a free spirit (who else would go join the circus?) and told fortunes for a small fee. There was no magic involved. She just got to know people and told them what they wanted to hear. She told each of the three kids their fortunes, and they all walked out of her tent feeling special and excited for their futures.

I also think Tilla may have been chronically ill/not always present in her kids' lives.

No one was watching these kids. Seriously. They were always climbing on dangerous things and interacting with creepy adults. Someone please watch them.

They all had each other's backs though. Most often, it was Blitz and Barbie who had to help Fizz out of ridiculous situations.

On that note, Fizz was a little younger than the other two (a year or so).

Blitz first learned to fight so he could protect his sister and his best friend from the rough crowd that tended to hang around after circus shows.

He was also regularly smacked around by his dad for being a shit performer and a troublemaker, and he fantasized about fighting back once he got older and stronger. By the time he was fifteen or so, he definitely could have taken his dad down a peg, but in spite of that he never hit back.

The person who owns the circus is a human sinner overlord. He realized that imps are harder to control than other sinners because he can't own their souls, so he branded them (the forehead symbol) to keep them from leaving/working for someone else. This didn't sit right with Tilla, but Cash promised her that they'd find a way out eventually after making a whole lot of money.

Cash thought of himself as a lot smarter than he actually was.

Cash took Fizz under his wing when Fizz was about seven and showed a ton of potential at an audition. Fizz's parents were super poor and HATED the branding and losing access to their kid, but they were starving, so they let him go out of hope for a better future.

Fizz's parents were always trying to get back into his life, but Cash kept him from them.

Fizz knew even as a kid that everything he had was because of his talent and that if he failed as a performer, he'd likely be thrown out.

Barbie excelled at acrobatics, but she never got nearly as much praise from Cash as Fizz did. She was jealous but didn't see any point to dwelling on it. She buried emotions from an early age and put her energy into keeping up and succeeding.

Cash gave up on Blitz's performance career long before Blitz gave up on it himself. Blitz kept coming up with increasingly ridiculous and dangerous performances to try to finally prove himself.

I thought I would focus more on Blitz, but it all ended up being about the people around him! More another time.