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theskit · 1 year

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Stickers AU

Anyone linking here from the previous posts or wanting to use the links on this post to go back/forward to the other parts and not wanting to spoil the surprise stickers, after using the link, click on my blog name to go to the actual post, as direct linking takes away the readmore cut. I'll take this out and fix it if I can find out how. Sorry!

Part 6

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Danny floated along as he caught his breath. Okay, so jump scaring the Red Hood *might* not have been the best plan he'd ever come up with, but man, was it funny!

It was getting kind of late, though. He should probably start making his way back to the hotel. Any more vigilante pranks would have to wait for another time. Good thing the conference was on a long weekend. He had one more night to try his luck before they left Monday afternoon for the drive back to Amity.

Pulling up the map on his phone, Danny started making his way back. Just over halfway there, he jolted to a stop, catching sight of a rippling back shadow. Batman's distinctive silhouette was marked briefly against a building wall before being almost lost again in the perpetual dimness of the city rooftops at night.

Well, well, well, looks like he might have the chance to bag all the bats and birds of Gotham in one night, leaving tomorrow to hunt down in Bludhaven for Nightwing.

Eeeeexcellent. Danny pulled himself straight in mid-air, steepling his fingers and druming them together in classic Evil Villian style, grinning in a manner that would have shown entirely too many teeth had he been visible.

Now, this would require *true* stealth if he wanted to both get a sticker onto Batman's utility belt, as well as help himself to a batarang or two. Because Ellie was right, there would be no greater souvenir from his time in Gotham than a batarang from *the* Batman himself.

Choosing a sticker and prepping it, Danny sidled up to where Batman was staring down at a building that was probably not as vacant as it looked if it called for that much concentration. All the better for him if Batman was distracted though.

Moving by inches, carefully controlling his breathing so as not to make a sound, Danny made it to Batman's side. Batman was... probably? right handed, most people were, so he was gunna make an educated guess that the sharp throwing objects would be on the left side of the belt.

Getting ready to make the grab and stick, Danny nearly jumped out of his skin as Batman moved his arm and draped his cape over the space where Danny was standing intangibly right next to him, in a gesture that seemed more ingrained habit than conscious thought.

O-KAY! Time to go before Batman had a chance to recognize that there was no one where he very obviously expected someone to be. Robin, maybe?

Thoughts to think another time! Moving with all the speed and precision he could muster while his heart was still attempting to leave the city without him, Danny swiped one hand through a series of belt pouches while the other oh-so-gently tapped a sticker to the front buckle.

Not even stopping to see what it was he'd swiped, Danny made a quick exit, stage left, do not pass go, do not collect $200.

Batman was jolted out of his concentration when he felt a nudge at his belt as his cape settled against his side once more. Whirling to the left, he scanned the rooftop but saw no one.

Which was entirely unexpected as his instincts were *sure* a small presence had been snug up to his side, like a young Dick or Tim when they got tired or a bit overwhelmed while on patrol and wanted to hide in his cape.

But neither Dick nor Tim, or even Damian (though Damian had never actually done so) was small or young enough to have done that in *years*.

A quick inspection found his belt pouches missing a handful of batarangs, some candy he kept on hand to help soothe distressed children, and the extra just-in-case comm unit. As well as the addition of a glowing sticker, much like the one currently decorating the batmobile, somehow placed on the buckle despite him neither seeing or hearing anything.

@mygood-bitch99 @stargazer-luna @easily-broken-by-emotion @dolfay @britcision @cyber-geist @is-this-even-relatable @alcorbearson @fisticuffsatapplebees @thegatorsgoose @my-mom-calls-me-rat @some-rotten-nest @crystalqueertea @meira-3919 @wandererofthestars @seraphinedemort

#dpxdc #theskit writes #Stickers AU #danny makes his own stickers :3 #and now danny is running around gotham like a gremlin #with a pocket full of homemade stickers #whatever will he do with them? 😈

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shelbgrey · 10 months

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I don't know if you do smut or even if you still taking reuwedt but could you please if it's not an inconvenience maybe write a jack hodgins from bones smut.

What's it gonna take to get you out of his lab?(Jack Hodgins)

Paring: Jack Hodgins X Girlfriend!Reader

Summary: Jack has been spending too much time in the Lab and his girlfriend as the perfect idea to distract him and get the attention she craves.

Warrings: SMUT! desk sex, fingering, P In V, slight dirty talk? Teasing, slight rough sex. -I'm sorry if this sucks, this is only my 3rd time writing a full Smut fic

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It was late in the day, mine and Jack's shift at the jeffersonian had been over for awhile now. Jack still remained in his lab, not ready to leave. I was getting frustrated, he'd been spending hours in his lab lately and I just wanted to be with my boyfriend.

I said goodnight to Cam and Angela as they headed out, once they left I sighed and headed towards Jack's lab with my bag. We we're the last two here, it was weird seeing the lab so empty and quiet. I walked into his lab and saw him hunched over his microscope, he hadn't noticed me yet because of how focused he was.

I raised an eyebrow at him and leaned against the door frame of his lab. I put my hand on my hip, watching him remain focused on whatever bug or mold he was studying. I let out a loud enough sigh for him to hear “ready to go home?”

Jack was staring intently at some sort of sample under one of the his priceless microscopes. I rolled my eyes at the fact he hadn't looked up yet. My heart thumped thinking about him starting at me just as intently with his blue eyes. “not yet. I'm almost done here” he said looking up and staring at me with the blue eyes I loved so much. “I think I have a breakthrough” he continued.

I rolled my eyes playfully as Jack looked down at the microscope again. “jack, it's late. Let's go home” I pushed myself off the doorframe and walked around his lab, staring at all his lab toys and plants as I walked around his desk. I drumed my fingers against his metal desk as I waked around it.

He was obviously very preoccupied with his work, he sighed said, “I'm almost done here”

“Jack...” I said in a slightly stern voice that had a hint of flirtation. I gracefully moved around his desk, running my fingers up his arm to his shoulders. He cleared his throat and shifted in his chair as my my fingers continued to travel his body.

his face remained on the microscope “yes honey?”

“What's it gonna take to get you out of this lab?” I asked walking behind him and ran my hands down his chest, kissing the side of his forehead.

a brief smile appeared on his face as he leaned back into my chest. “you know, I think you might've just figured out the answer to that” he said in a husky voice.

still standing behind him, I leaned down and kissed his neck. his breath hitched at the unexpected gesture, but tries to focus on his work “That's not gonna help me focus, you know.” he says with a chuckle, but his voice cracks a bit.

“It's not supposed to” I mumbled and kissed down his neck then nipped on the sweet spot on his neck. He let out a small gasp from the sensation. He swiftly turned his chair around and pulled me in his lap. I let out a tiny yelp at the sudden movement, he pulled me into his lap. I gave him a not so innocent smile and wrapped my arms around his neck.

I pressed my forehead against his and let out a content sigh as his hands slowly made their way up my back and into my hair. His hands ran through my hair then Tilted my head forward gently, I looked down into his eyes as I positioned myself in his lap. A grown rumbled in his throat as I brushed my core against his growing erection. “This distraction might just be what I needed actually” he whispered in my ear, his warm breath tickling my neck.

I shivered at the felling of his breath down my neck, I laced my fingers through his curly hair as his lips traveled down my neck. I giggled slightly at the feeling of his beard tickling my skin.

I felt Jack laugh against my skin then leave a delicate kiss on my neck, his beard tickling even more. “You're quite the tease, you know that?” He nibbled gently on my earlobe before whispering into my ear.

I placed my hands on his jaw, tilting his head up slightly and deepened the kiss as I grinded my hips down slightly. A groan left his lips as he deepened the kiss, his hands now holding me firmly against him. His grip surely to leave bruises the next morning. The fire in his eyes mirrored the heat that seemed to ignite between us. Our lips broke apart after needing oxygen, he panted softly, his heart racing. “Oh, you certainly know how to make a man lose focus,”

I giggled against his lips as my fingers carded through his hair. “You're not making it easy for me to concentrate, you know.” He smirked, his breath still ragged from the kiss.

“That's the idea” I mumbled and placed a kiss on his neck as his hands traveled down his chest. Jack moaned softly, arching into the touch. His hips rose against mine, pressing his erection against my clothed core. I let out a moan as His hands slid up my sides, his fingers tracing along my ribs before falling back down to my ass. “Tell me what you want me to focus on,” he whispered, nipping at my earlobe teasingly.

“Focus on me” I moaned in his ear then gently nipped the skin just below it... “please” I whispered desperately as my brain slowly become fuzzy.

Jack chuckled softly against my skin, his grip tighting around my ass. “That's a bit vague, isn't it?” He teased, his breath hot against my neck. Both of his hands gripped my ass, pushing my body up against his. “But I think I can manage.”

I let out a frustrated sigh and pressed my lips against his as my hands traveled down his chest to his belt “you know what I'm talking about” I said breathlessly as I starred to unbuckle his belt.

“Oh, I do. And trust me, I plan on giving it my full attention.” He said, his voice hoarse from the kiss. His hands fell to mine, helping her unbuckle his belt. “But first...”

First, let's get you out of these clothes” he rasped as I pulled his belt out of the loops of his jeans. His hands moved to the hem of shirt, slowly pulling it up my body, his eyes never leaving mine. “And then we'll see where this little experiment leads us.”

I helped him pull my shirt over my head and I threw it in a random corner of his lab. Jack stood up from his chair with me in his arms and sat me on top of his desk in a scrambled pace, I gasped as my bear skin made contact with the cold metal of his desk.

He slotted his body in between my legs and brushed his nose against mine. He breath hitched as his hands trailed down my body. Our eyes locked, his pupils blown so much his eyes weren't that blue any more. He stared like a predator finally found his pray. I shivered as his hands traved down my bear torso, starting at laced-covered brests to my hips, then slowly moving slowly down my thighs.

I shivered at his touch and wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer so he was standing in between my legs. I sat up straight on his desk, feeling his hard-on against my thigh.

“You're making this very difficult,” Jack teased, his hands sliding down to the inside of my thigh. He leaned in close, his lips brushing against the area where my jaw and neck met. “Tell me what you want, and I'll give it to you”

I shiver went down my spin, my hands fell to his hair and played with it gently “fuck me... P-please” I whispered.

“Oh, Baby,” Jack breathed, his hands finally reaching the button of my jeans. “You're so irresistible.” I lifted my hips off the desk and he roughly pulled the fabric down my legs, revealing your lace-covered panties. I shivered as my bear thighs hit the cold metal of his desk.

His fingers fell to my panties, brushing his fingers over the era I needed him the most. I let out a soft moan as his finger continued to tease my lace-covered core. Jack bit his lip, his touch becoming more insistent. “Tell me what you want.” His voice was hoarse, I moaned as his touch was no longer gentle. He pushed his body flush against mine. “Tell me what you need”

“I need you” I moaned, pushing my lips against his in a feaverish kiss.

Jack growled, his tongue sliding past my lips as his hand slid between my legs, pushing my panties aside. I let out a desperate moan as his fingers found their way to my slick folds, and he began to tease, rubbing slowly against my sensitive nub. I moaned, gripping his biceps. “That's it,” he whispered, his voice horse as his lips brushed against my cheek.

I pulled away from the kiss, letting out a moan as he gently rubbed and teased my core. I bucked my hips against his hand, needing more presher. “so responsive,” Jack praised, my moans got louder as his fingers dancing faster over my sensitive flesh.

“I'm going to make you feel incredible.” With one swift motion, he replaced his teasing fingers with his thumb, pressing firmly against your swollen clit.

“J-jack” I moaned, bucking my hips again, needing his fingers inside me desperately.

“Not yet, baby girl,” Jack whispered, kissing his way down my neck. “Let me take you there nice and slow.” my head titled back in pleasure when he finally slid his finger in my aching core, he groaned as I tightened around him.

My eyes fluttered closed as his finger continued tease me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and rasied my hips off his desk slightly trying to meet the trusts his hand was making in between my legs.

“That's it,” Jack encouraged, I maoned louder as his finger moved deeper inside me, finding the spot that made my head spin. His thumb reached up to tease my clit, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body. “Tell me how it feels,” he urged, his voice low and husky.

“S-so good” I wimpered against his neck as he continued to thrust his finger, he chuckled and added another finger. “p-please don't stop” I moaned as he stretched me out, he hit my g-spot and I moaned as I started to frantically unbutton his flannel.

Jack laughs softly. “I've got you, baby” His finger slid in and out of? Me as he pressed against my sensitive nub harder, his other hand sliding up my leg, gripping the outside of my thighs. I maoned as feeling the knot in my stomach tighten. I bucked my hips, feeling myself tighten around his fingers “Let go, baby”

I moaned, gripping his opened flannel in my fist as the knot in my stomach snapped. I wimpered his name out, enlightening my release “j-jack” I whispered, cumming on his fingers.

“That's it,” jack praised, his voice thick with desire. As my climax washed over me, I let out a shaky breath as he kept up the rhythm inside me, feeling my walls clench around his finger. His thumb circled your clit, milking out every last drop of pleasure.

I moaned, pushing his flannel off his shoulders. He placed a quick rough kiss and released it. His fingers gently slipped out to take his flannel off fully, revealing his bear chest. Jack's breath caught in his throat as He leaned down, capturing my lips in a slow, deep kiss that spoke volumes about the intense feelings coursing through him.

as our lips moved together roughly, my hand reached down and unbutton his jeans and pulled the zipper down. Feeling the cool air hit his hard length, Jack gasped into the kiss, I felt his cock throbbing against my fingertips. His hands slid up my thighs, holding me close as their bodies melted together in our intimate moment.

I rasied my leg slight and hooked it around his hip pulling him closer to me. I placed my hands on his jaw, not breaking the kiss. Jack's heart pounded against his chest. The kiss deepened, our tongues tangling in a dance of desire that seemed to last an eternity. He moaned into the kiss, his fingers digging into my hips possessively.

Jack moaned into the kiss too, his fingers gripping your hips possessively as he lifted my hips off his desk slight so his hard length was pressed directly against my aching core. “J-jack...” I moaned, tugging at his hair “p-please”

The desperation in my moan and the tugging on his hair, Jack couldn't hold back any longer. His hips bucked forward, driving his throbbing cock deep into my wet core. My head fell back in pleasure as his cock slid in, stretching me out inch by inch “jack” I panted, digging my fingers into his shoulders and wrapping my legs around his waist.

“You feel so good tight around me,” he groaned, pounding into me with a primal rhythm that matched the urgency in his heart. He bit down on his lower lip, trying to contain the growls that threatened to escape as he took me harder and deeper.

The sounds of our moans mixed together with desk scraped against the floor fild the room. I held on to him as the desk continued to move with ever thrust he made. Things tumbled off the desk, but I was too distracted to care. I melt into his arms as the tip of his cock hit my g-spot over and over.

He gasped as I clented around him, his hips jerking forward as I felt his sensitive tip repeatedly graze against my g-spot. His growls turned into throaty moans, his fingers digging into my hips as he pace got harder and deeper. “You're driving me crazy”

“I-I'm close!” I moaned against his neck, tugging at his hair.

“Then let go,” he grunted, my body shaking against his as I felt my Body about to reach it's climax. With one final, powerful thrust, he buried himself to the hilt inside me, trapping me in between his body and the desk. “Cum with me”

I trembled under his grasp as the knot in my stomach snapped. I let out a squeaky moan as my climax hit me like a bus. My nails dug into his back as I came on his cock. Jack groaned as he met his own release, he gave one more powerful thrust, shooting his cum inside me sensitive core.

“fuck Baby” he moaned as he felt my tight, slick walls milking his cock, sending waves of pleasure coursing through his body. He threw his head back, as he gave himself over to the intensity of the moment. I sighed, resting my head on his shoulder as I come down from my high.

His breathing still ragged, Jack shifted slightly, pulling out gently. I felt my Body give a little bit then falling in his arms. He chuckles as he lifted me up farther on the desk, hold me. He was still panting and trembling with aftershocks. “This...your amazing”

I giggled softly as I placed my hands on his biceps, supporting my trembling body between him and his desk yeah I whispered and nuzzled my nose against his. Jack couldn't help but chuckle softly. His warm breath tickled my neck as a playful smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth.

“Mm.. I love you” I whispered as leaned in for a loving kiss. Jack deepens The kiss, our tongues dancing lightly against each other. As we slowly pulled apart, Jack's eyes twinkled with mischief. “By the way,” he whispered, his breath hot against my ear.

“I think we need to invest in some stronger desks.” He teased, his lips brushing against my neck. “Or maybe I should build us a special one, just for our..experiments.”

I chuckled, placing a gentle kiss on his cheek “your such a dork” I say in the most loving way pise as I pulled my shirt back over my head.

“and you love me for it” he winked, I rolled my eyes playfully confirming his statement with a smile. I held his face in my hands and kissed him “of course I do I” I said, nuzzling our noses together.

“I love you too, Baby” He said, his eyes filled with warmth and affection. “Now how about we clean up a bit and maybe order some food and head home for the night”

I looked down and saw paper, documents, pencils, microscope slides, just about everything that was on his desk was now scared all over the floor along with our clothes and his belt “yeah... We should probably clean up” I chuckled, thinking about how I didn't even notice all the stuff tumbling off the desk while we were having sex.

Laughs softly, his eyes twinkling with amusement “Well, I guess we know where our priorities lied tonight. Let's get this mess sorted and then we can go home”

I nodded as Jack bent down and tossed me my jeans. He sat a few things back on the desk next to me as pulled my jeans up and buttoned them. “There you go,” he said with a grin, helping me stand up. “Now, about that food...” He began to pick up some of the scattered items from the floor, his movements slow but deliberate.

“Yeah, what do you feel like eating?” i asked, fixing a stack of papers and set them where the go on his desk.

“How about some Chinese food?” He suggested, smiling at me as he continued to pick up the mess.

“Sure, that's sounds good” I said, picking up the last of the mess. I walked around the desk where Jack was and wrapped my arms around his waist. I smiled and kissed him.

“let's get out of here” Jack grined as he took my hand and pulled me out of his lab. “and maybe we can finish what you stated when we get home” he said with a shit-eating grien. I blushed, feeling my heart thump with excitement for the rest of the night.

#Jack Hodgins #Jack Hodgins x reader #Jack Hodgins imagines #Jack Hodgins smut #Bones imagines #Bones #tj thyne #Bones smut #Bones x reader #Temperance Brennan x sister!reader

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holespoles · 9 months

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Chiho Makino "Druming"

牧野千穂「タイコたたき」2023

#Chiho Makino #牧野千穂 #illustrations

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gumballavocadoharry · 4 months

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Estrangement (follow up) 1:

Posted. My new post to my blog 'Go Getter' was already finished and was sent in for the public to enjoy. My feet dangled slightly off the soft cushiony magenta swivel chair I had invested some money into. For comfort this good, especially when spending long grueling hours staring at a vivid screen, it's obligatory to have congeniality. I propelled myself up; stretching my aching back and ruffling my ombre hair that had a color of caramel tracing the ends, and my natural sandy brown that I darkened led more towards my roots.

I clenched my hands into fist before straightening them wide out as if I were falling from a building and my hands were spread, desperate to grab on to something. After stretching every muscle in my body from my protracted writing shift, I rambled downstairs for a cup of tea as a token for another post well done.

The kettle bubbled as I waited patiently in my favorite living room chair, that rocked back and forth and had the coziest backing to it. It wasn't until my phone started ringing loud enough to startle me half dazed that my eyes vaulted open and darted themselves to my telephone. I purposely waited until the answer machine came on and the caller would be revealed.

"Hey Kaitlin....it's yn, your mom. I was just checking up to see how you were doing and if you're alright," Her voice ricocheted with unease, culpability and inquisitiveness. "It's been 3 years since we've last seen you and.....oh well it's just a mother's intuition. Maybe I'll see you around...bye." Click!

I tortured myself, making myself bitterly fatigued in holding back an eye roll that I fruitlessly achieved. "Mother's intuition?" I pondered loudly. Ha! What a joke! I don't need a mother like her....I don't need a mother at all anymore...like I ever had one. How did she even get my number? The thought of my mom having my home number in the first place was beastly. Afterall, I meant it when I promised I wouldn't see them again. The hissing of the kettle interrupted my deep engrossment in how in the world mom even knew someone who had my number. I quickly turned off the stove, and raced back into the living room to call and have my number changed again.

Chances are, if mom has it....so does dad, and that was a BIG NO-NO.

I sighed a sigh of relief when my number was changed. I spent the next hour texting everyone important my new number, but it was worth it. Only then did I feel alleviate enough to enjoy my hot tea....that I heated in the microwave. I plopped the black tea bag into my vehemently hot water filled mug and watched it bleed through as the water sizzled it in. I scooped in a couple sugars before sauntering in my kitchen nook. I couldn't quiver the tragic thought of myself reconnecting with my family, or should I say parental units. I contemplate on my siblings from time to time, especially Kira. She should be 10 years by now, in fifth grade with her favorite baby blue and yellow backpack with the anime faced crescent moon.

Maybe Kameron and Kristopher are famous or established athletes, Kimberly has her academics, so that lands her as a teacher or professor possibly, Kylie loves art so maybe a painter for her....so that just leaves mom and dad. I haven't heard much particulars on any of them, but I finally came to terms that it was requisite with all the calamity that I had escaped at the hands of my parents. I accepted that they were living their lives with acclimatization of me being a couple miles away, and that I myself have finally become the same with my own; even to the point of adding an addition to my 'world of fun'.

Angus. He was a couple feet taller, standing lanky with black messy hair that was occasionally brushed into a shaggy mop cut, where his bags flowed neatly above his eyebrows. His piercing grayish blue eyes would confine my hazel ones, daring as to not look to his mauvelous tiny kitty lips. Adrenaline drumed the more my mind would recapture the moments I had with him over the summer, a few short story posts that were marginally mirrored off him. I could die with his bulky arms wrapped around my waist and my head pillowing his shoulder blade. A goliath to me, but a gentle giant that would run through hail and fire just to see my face or to hear about my derisory day on the computer.

I beat myself to a pulp if I feel like I'm not giving my half of the invisible agreement to Angus because of my loveless background. He's the first person besides Kira who showed me an authentic side of life....one filled with laughter that causes your sides to ache, that makes your cheeks sting whenever he smiles at you, holding flowers or a new teddy bear behind his back like fingers crossed and one that makes you burn an internal promise to cherish every waking moment with him like it's the last time you'll ever see his smile, or his laugh or his heart.

I had finished my tea faster than anticipated. That was it? I thought before taking the cup to the sink and pressing my back to it. Sunlight gashed my back with it's florid rays, as it was indeed powerful enough to sneak around the daisy patterned sink curtains I had hanging up, and flash me with it's thick amber radiance. I licked my lips before draggin my bare feet across my hardwood upstairs to my bedroom. Maybe I needed answers, maybe I needed closure. The thought came as a shrug to me, like if someone shrugged their shoulders in an unsure manner like they couldn't be certain of the consequences that follow. I flopped in my swivel chair and conducted a internet investigation of my own, looking up every members name and what their profile was connected with.

Kimberly was now engaged to someone named Pete and as theory, she worked as a professor in "Limbgere's instutite of learning." Kylie was an art curator, studying to become an established artist, Kristopher was a sports doctor; inspired by basketball injury that took him out for the season, he decided to take his course in medicine, and Kameron was a professional soccer player. Kira, being the youngest was still in school and mom and dad.....dad still worked as a professor and mom was the typical homemaker like she was when I left home.

I swallowed a little stupefy as to how much of everyone's life was left from me. It was my decision of course, no one else's but mine. But I guess it still pierced that everyone seemed to forget about me so easily. Kimberly's engaged and I had no idea, so I guess it's no surprise the aftershock started kicking in. I mean I'm sure they've seen my Instagram posts; boyfriend posts, awards I've won for bestselling blogger. And my short stories that have won special achievements. In fact....Kristopher follows me. I only noticed this a few months back despite him being one my loyal followers for years. So it perturbed me on his silence. He was one of the ones I could bear my heart out when I reached a breaking point, and he returned it with chill hug and "You'll get through this."

My unsettled thoughts began to make me feel queasy. I wanted to scream, cry and swear at the top of my lungs, cursing everyone down to the big white house and my medium sized bedroom that I haven't even dreamed of in 3 years and 30 blocks away on the other side of town.

Ding! My melodramatic rumination was intervened with an email.

Dear Kaitlin,

You are invited to the 55th annual publisher awards this Friday! You have been nominated for 'Best short story' and 'Best blogger/ Writer!' We hope to see you there! Congratulations!

Sincerely,

The Publisher Foundation

A lump that was sheltering in my throat was finally released with a excited exclaim. Hair, makeup, nails, dresses all ran through my mind anticipatory. I couldn't believe I was nominated and let alone invited! This was a highly exquisite ceremony and words couldn't express my gratitude for such an acknowledgement!

Angus, being the first person I shared this invigorating broadcast with, took a delightful share in the rousing engagement I had. "Kaitlin, I've gotta rent a tux and arrange a special dinner for afterwards," My cheeks turned a deep crimson at the thought of being completely spoiled on the night of a special ceremony, that had already taken dominance in my mind. "Aw Angus, you don't have to do that,"

"I wanted to. After all, you've done so much and I need to make it up to you. Especially with this job that's been taking up too much of my life." Angus had inquired a job that he was planning to retire from due to the harsh elongate work and the smothering of the periods it occupies during the week. Angus would come to my house with achy numb fingers and languid shoulders that led his back into a slump. I was glad he was going to quit this nugatory job, as it was killing him in front of his very eyes.

After our conversation, I immediately arranged for fancy dress and heels that would match the jewelry I would adorn myself in. I laid out the prepossessing ocean blue ombre dress on my bed, admiring the painting like cloth that I would be wearing in a couple days. The realization sent a exciting chill through my spine. I could picture it; rouge colored lipstick, silver diamond earrings with a matching bracelet and silver heels. And of course my hair was to be styled in a beach wave bun with a french braid trailing itself around my head.

It was all set. I was officially ready.

I had just put the finishing touches on my eyelashes. I curled the fake hair into the perfect curve, that brought extrinsic to the silver and blue mixed eyeshadow and black velvet eyeliner to my hazel eyes. My heels clicked modishly against ligneous pavement that was a straight path to the bedroom door, that would lead me down the stairs to open the door for my escort. "Hello Angus," I greeted him, sashaying my hips as if to bring heed to how my body hugged the dress and how I modestly glistened to his appeal. "You look stunning! That color...." Angus was tongue-tied in his astonishment. "You're gorgeous." He simply stated, in a matter of fact like there was no question about it.

I returned his plaudits, and allowed our arms to twine together as we walked to Angus's silver van and drove off the ceremony. The dem yet bright lights were what flashed my eyes first besides the cameramen flashing their cameras towards the upcomers who were all competing for the special achievements being given tonight. I took a few pictures, did a couple interviews before finding my seat and joining Angus in sitting down for a little while.

Although, it bored me to death seeing everyone mingle, and a few attendees had asked to meet me, so I excused myself from my boyfriend and joined in the chatter before the show. "Kaitlin, you look rather beautiful tonight," Tiffany, the girl who owns the fashion blog who I occasionally allied with was looking stunning in her sparkly cream gown that she donned a matching shaw with. Although despite her formosity flashy dress, her strawberry red lipstick is what I noticed first besides her dangling diamond earrings. "I should say the same for you too Tiff! That shaw and those earrings!"

Even through her thick blush, I could see her beaming flattery cast itself beyond the artificial makeup. While glancing over her shoulder, I noticed familiar green eyes revert themselves in my direction before turning away. It shook me. I remembered those eyes, emerald colored ones that garmented brumal distant looks, and repugnant stares. Manly eyes that only one person I knew could wear so boldly around me.

Dad.

My sandpapered throat swallowed only drops of my internal distress. I couldn't bare to be in a room with that man despite my earlier curiosities. The minute Tiffany turned her attention to another guest, I darted as far away from that area in the large auditorium hall as possible. My heart banged loudly, as the thought of such nightmares could return to me on my night. How did he get here? Why is he here? How, just how? I didn't think this could get worse but.....on my luck, anything was possible right? "Kaitlin?" I turned to see Kameron standing there in awe before he raced to me and embraced me into his much thicker arms than when I had last seen him. "It's been so long."

I hugged back, looking over his shoulder and seeing Kim and Kylie following shortly behind and....Kira. The little girl who saved my life. Tear bubbled over as I greeted my siblings with tight hugs. "Katie!" Kira wrapped her little arms around my neck that I returned feeling fondness growing thickly in the form of of lump in my throat. "Kristopher's with mom and dad." That icy feeling hit again. It pinged hard enough to arouse vigilant protection on myself and Angus. "They're here?"

"Yeah, remember? Dad always had been a part of the publishing foundation because he would offer books and other important reading material to them." I hit my forehead with my hand mentally. That's why! I remember coming here faintly because of his connections to the program and with other professors of the publishing foundation!

"Oh right!" "Look how much times have changed, now you're here and you're nominated for two awards!" Kylie added. "She is?"I turned around to be met with those green glacial eyes again. Some things never change. Dad looked stunned and dumbfounded as him and Kristopher walked side by side to the rest of the group. I nodded almost bombastic. "Yep, they nominated me for best blog and best writer and blogger."

"That's amazing!" Mom had now showed up to this family reunion. "You deserve it." I swallowed pride and thanked my mother for her guilty compliment. Things hadn't changed. "You look so beautiful honey, I didn't know you added ombre to your hair. How's things been going?"

I flinched a little when she said "honey." "Oh very well thank you, you?" "It's been good. You know Kimberly's getting married and Kira is on her last year of elementary." I smiled wide of Kira. She has come so far and I couldn't be more proud of the little girl who I had to bitterly say goodbye to.

"That's great! Congratulations both of you!" I pretended to not have cyber stalked them. "Who's Angus?" Kristopher brought up. Of course he would know, as he became friendly with my Instagram over the course I've been running it. My parents head perked like a they had just seen a mysterious flash. I cleared my throat of a chagrin position. "Angus, he's a friend...my boyfriend." I don't understand why I mentioned that last part. Maybe a piece of me wanted to give a small insight to my life to the outsiders looking in. "Well that's great, is he here?" I kicked myself internally, regret was already sinking in and drowning me. "Yeah, but I think he's in the bathroom." I patted myself for my competent lie.

"Alright ladies and gentleman, let's get started." I heard the announcer say. I trollied to my seat that was next door to Angus, who was sipping champagne. "Tonight is the night of the Internet awards, where we celebrate bloggers and writers who gift us with wonderful content on their personal websites or a public one that's filled with tons of other writers. So tonight we honor these ones with awards. You've voted and so now we will tell the winners of our favorite writers."

My stomach did leaps as I thought about the awards. How shiny they looked, how sophisticated the design looked and how well it would display itself on my office shelf. I glimpsed over to my father who was also anticipating the ceremony. It would be preconception of me to think my father didn't deserve such achievement for his life's work. After all, the last time I stepped foot into the college he labored at, his speech and assignments to the students were exceptional. His precision and timeliness were astonishing. The high society professors cavalier whenever dad's speeches ring through their connections.

But without downgrading myself, I at least tried to be good writer. I don't know exactly how dad felt about me being nominated or being blogger in the first place, but that doesn't change anything. I swallowed my abhorrent thoughts and put on a number one smile for the show.

The announcer announced the nominees and then the winners; show going on faster than expected. It only picked up when dad was invited on stage to give a speech.

"I know tonight is very important, we're all dressed fancy for this special evening. Writers are what make the world and blah blah blah," I tuned him out and just sipped my champagne. I got up to use the bathroom, and as I stood up, my father's eyes met with mine. Those icy ones had now turned into hesitance and downhearted. Almost scared with my reaction to the turned tables. But I was simply excusing myself to the lavatory on an unbiased notice. I looked in the mirror, staring hard at myself with candid orbs. My eyes; fresh, my smile; unalloyed, my face.....guiltless. I didn't have to hide behind a facade of a sugary persona to be accepted again or to dismiss everything that's happened in my life.

I put on a more aplomb face and goose stomped myself out to my chair. Good job lieutenant.

Dadhad finished his speech and excused himself to his seat. I shifted my eyes quickly to the man who had tormented me for all my life, to see him shift his attention to me. He gave way to puppy dog eyes that hinged on predicted disappointment from my 'shallow' escape to the bathroom. I reverted my eyes back to the stage and continued my attention there until they would announce my category. "The nominees for best short story are, Maya Tutwell, Kaitlin Styles, Ruby Hoffman, Lance Griffin and Parker Deseto," Hepulled the ticket out of the envelope.

"Kaitlin Styles!" A hyper amount of adrenaline raced through my body like electric bolts. I zipped on stage, not caring that my dress was trying to introduce my cleavage to the audience, although I did adjust myself before turning to the crowd.

"Thank you all so much! I would never be here on this stage if it wasn't for any of you. When I first wrote this story, I had just moved a couple miles away from home, into a new apartment and I had just started my job as a blogger and I had no idea it would lead to this. The story was inspiration off of a personal experience in life and in love and it was difficult for me to convey at first. But I did it and I published it into the story you all know now. I wanna thank my boyfriend Angus for his limitless support and adoration, my friends and fans who made this possible for me tonight. Thank you, I love you so much!" I wiped the faint mascara tears and watched as I stood beyond the crowd, yet a second time since my graduation. I could see Angus who was clapping and whistling with immense pride, a few friends who clapped the loudest among the thousands of crowd goers and my family who clapped with confusion and botheration. Except for my siblings who were delighted at my second wind.

Mom tried to stand for a ovation but, It wasn't necessary....so I exited the stage with that thought. I didn't win best blogger, but I didn't care. I won something and that was enough for me. Angus kept continually kissing my cheek as we left. I had my new beautiful trophy in my hand as I walked arm in arm with my guy. In the corner of my eye, I saw my dad headed my way.

He approached me before I could take an escape route to Angus's car. "Hey Katie," I slightly narrowed my eyes to dads. I looked at him distrustful of what he was planning and I knew he could sense that. "Could I talk to you for a minute?" I signaled for Angus to excuse himself, as he took the award and ventured to the car. I turned my attention back to dad. I raised an eyebrow to signal to for him to explain what was the reason he pulled me aside. "Kaitlin, first I wanna congratulate you on winning best short story tonight....I'm very proud of you."

I nodded, just pondering on where this conversation was going. "Look, I won't be coy in the way I was when I last saw you. I know you hate that, especially from me. I miss you, your mom misses you, we all do. It's so painful to know that when you left, you wanted nothing to do with this family, and you changed your number, we didn't know where you lived and it's been years since we've last spoken. But that's not what I wanted for us, to end on such a grim note. It hurt to see you have a boyfriend, be in a successful career and just accomplish so many things, without us being there to see it all. I mean we are all proud but.....we just miss you. We love you Kaitlin and......could you ever find it in your heart to forgive us for everything so we can be a complete family again?"

I looked down. "If I'm being honest, I don't know. What you and mom did was disgusting and no one should be treated with such repugnance. I mean the only reason you say that is because I made a name for myself without the credit of your professor status, without Kameron's soccer career, without anyone's help and maybe that's a kick in the shins to your pride. No, I don't regret not speaking with you or mom. Maybe everyone else, but not you. Mom called only a couple weeks ago with the same speech of how she misses me and all that except I didn't pick up the phone, I let it go to voicemail before changing my number without any closure of how she got a hold of it in the first place. And besides, you have your children, Kylie, Kameron, Kristopher, Kimberly and Kira with all their successes. Why should I be the missing puzzle piece? My life is complete."

I could tell that last sentence shook dad, hard. His eyes welled up with tears that broke into an out loud sob. "I'm sorry, Katie, I didn't mean to hurt you. Why didn't you tell us before?" I squinted my eyes at dad before huffly walking off. But not before turning around and saying: "You figure it out. You've got your whole life." And then I joined Angus in the car.

Part 2???????

(Ha, I'll do it anyway!)

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[KomaHina] inhale, exhale

Word count: 1481

Tags: Hurt with Comfort, Mild angst (if you squint), Vaping, Detective AU (though it has almost nothing to do with the storyline), let's pretend that Nagito doesn't have lymphoma it hurts so much please, Subtle confession

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“I thought you hated smoking?”

The question draws a lazy blink from the white-headed male.

His exhale makes it look like he’s breathing out in the frigid air of winter, yet he is not. The faint smoke swirls, only to be carried away along with the gentle breeze of August. It’s alluring, in a way, if not for the sly smile that’s facing Hinata’s way.

It’s always hard not to stare.

“Maybe, but things have changed I guess.”

Komaeda chuckles bitterly as he closes the lid of his vape pen with an audible pop. “Say, aren’t I pathetic?”

Hinata has never seen him so weary, much less going as far as to damage his own lungs with the thing that he used to despise. Hinata then takes a seat on the tire swing, careful not to fall into its hole. He wonders why many children had the guts to even stand on this thing, but either way, it’s not the children on these swings now.

It’s two detectives, admidst the blueberry scented air.

“Something must have happened, no? Your self-loathing normally doesn’t usually push you this far.” Hinata speaks up softly.

“I half-expected that you would get this wrong, but no, nothing happened. Just me and my same old self.” Komaeda lets out a breathy laugh in response, if it could ever be considered a laugh, that is.

He leans his side against the rusty chain that’s holding the swing upright and slowly turns his head to gaze at his colleague. He smiles.

Hinata has stuck around for long enough to deduct the meanings behind each and every smile Komaeda has thrown his way, though this one doesn’t seem as apparent to him.

“I’m proud of you”, “You’re wrong”, “Thank you”, “What a pity”, …

“?”

Mesmerizing as his green yes are, it’s easier to get lost in his gaze than to decipher them. Hinata’s nose stings a little.

“You’re so hard to read sometimes…”

Hinata doesn’t know when Komaeda has held out a hand towards him.

He gives Komaeda a quick look to confirm whether that hand is supposed to be for him to take in his or not, in the end, he decides to give in.

“I’m impressed by the amount of patience that you have, Hinata-kun.” Hinata can feel Komaeda’s thumb tracing circles on his hand, all cold and dry, as he goes on. “Let me guess, you stormed out in the middle of the night to find me because you found out what under my blanket wasn’t me, correct?”

“Why else would I be here then?” Hinata blurted out almost immediately. To say he was worried was an understatement, but his tiredness has beat him to it.

“Hah… I feel so touched knowing that.” Komaeda sighs quietly.

Hinata wonders if it’s the moon, or if his god-forsakken coworker really looked so relieved after hearing what he has just said. Komaeda has been smiling this whole time and the grip on Hinata’s hand tightens. Hinata opens and closes his mouth a few times but he doesn’t end up saying anything, instead, he stares back into the same pair of eyes that’s looking at him. He has so much to say, but they are all incomprehensible thoughts mushed together in his head. They might even look worse than the amount of work that has once bogged him down when he was working wih the court. But…

Isn’t this the perfect opportunity to have a deep talk with Komaeda?

Where does he even start?

“You want to say something.” Komaeda blankly states, which then successfully catches Hinata’s attention. “You have a habit of druming your fingers or swaying your legs when you’re itching to say something.”

Ah…

Hinata can’t help but feel a little ashamed when his feelings are stripped raw like that. Well, Komaeda is also a detective himself, is he not?

“I knew you wouldn’t scold me from the moment you caught me vaping, Hinata-kun.” He begins. “You wouldn’t scold me for running away from our quarter in the middle of the night, nor would you scold me for indulging in such… detrimental hobby.”

Komaeda’s fingers then shift slightly only to weave them into the rough ones that are within their reach. He continues.

“You know, I was beyond happy when you asked. Such scum like me does not deserve someone like you…” Komaeda trails off as he drifts his gaze down his intertwined hand. “You are observant, but sometimes, I want your eyes to be reserved for me only.”

Despite how quietly Komaeda speaks, the very few things that Hinata can hear are the sound of leaves rustling and the white-headed’s talking. It would be safe to say that this dead of the night adorns Komaeda’s voice so much it’s a far cry from the usual raspy voice that he hears when they are at work or solving a case together. Oh how he wants to put it on replay.

“Komaeda…”

“Look at me.”

Those three words snap Hinata back to locking eyes with Komaeda, only then does he realize that his eyes have wandered anywhere but not the eyes. Komaeda’s body has been way over the thick chain, to the point where he can just fall face-first if he leans a tiny bit more. Hinata quickly pulls his hand up to prevent that from happening.

Komaeda chuckles as he sits up again properly. “I’ve been thinking, when will you finally runs out of patience for me and let go of me?” His smile stays unfazed, although it’s hard to ignore the underlying bitterness of it.

“Will you be fine without me?”

“Better, as in better off dead.” Komaeda talks as if he’s joking around with it, but then again, Hinata knows what it means.

“Don’t tell me this is the reason behind your sudden interest in vaping.”

“I’m afraid it is.”

“…”

Hinata brings his free hand up his forehead and heave out a long sigh. He’s conflicted about whether he should give Komaeda a slap across the face, or pull him into his embrace.

Komaeda stands up slowly and makes his way over to Hinata, now towering him. His cloudy locks drops slightly over his pale face as he lifts Hinata’s chin to make eye-contact. Droopy eyelids topping over his grayish green orbs, unlike Hinata’s heterochromatic ones. They look so much more vibrant.

“You have no idea how much your caring gestures mean to me.”

This time, Komaeda’s voice sounds more strained as he starts to caress Hinata’s face. “The way you would always look out for me, the way that you never leave me behind in a mission, everything…”

"It hurts, calling you a friend."

Hinata’s lips part slightly, and Komaeda chuckles at that.

"You get what I mean, right?"

"Yeah, and I'm positive about that."

Komaeda fishes out the vape pen in his pocket and quickly inhales it.

"Open your mouth."

The sudden request takes Hinata by surprise. He hesitates at first, but then complies anyways.

Komaeda holds Hinata's jaw to keep his mouth open and blows the smoke into it. He intentionally keeps he grip on Hinata's face for a brief second before releasing him. Hinata then immediately closes his mouth and coughs out a little, his face burning. The fresh air now smells like blueberry again, he almost forgot that Komaeda had been vaping before he arrived.

"??????"

"Sorry, it's just a way of reminding you of me." Komaeda's grin springs back onto his face as he twirls the vape in his hand.

"You could have just kissed me."

"Too bad I chose not to. Otherwise I'd go wild if you let me."

Komaeda leans his forehead against Hinata's, hands in his pockets so carefreely. The answer he was given to his subtle confession was like a weight lifted off his shoulders. For him, that's enough.

"The next time you feel insecure, you can talk to me." Hinata threads his hand into Komaeda's soft locks and strokes his head gently as he trails off. "I'd be more than willing to lend you an ear."

"I'll keep that in mind."

"And don't run away like that again."

"Alright." Komaeda's smile widens as he pulls back a little until their eyes meet again.

At this point, he decides to just shut off kinds of thoughts in his mind and lean in to capture Hinata's lips. It's an hurried kiss, yet it feels like only a split second when they part their lips. He blinks.

"Stay with me, will you?"

"Sure." Hinata finally eases up and return Komaeda's smile. "I was about to say that you should quit vaping, but before that..."

He swiftly pulls the small device out of Komaeda's pocket and holds it up. May be the vape is getting to him as well.

"Mind doing it again?"

"Gladly."

Blueberry scented vape isn't so bad after all, or perhaps it's Komaeda.

I'm back to writing after more than a year of hiatus yipee 😭

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