#he got me clapping my hands and yelling like a seal

[futurewife]

I started watching the crew on netflix 😭😭😭🥺🥺🥺 I need him so bad insane golden retriever energy

[1-800-kami]

4:23 pm | the adventures of dad!gojo

content: 0.9k words, fem!reader, dad gojo, megumi is your son, silly crack fic

gojo satoru is a man with very little fears.

in actuality, people are afraid of him. a mere gaze from those cerulean blue eyes of his sends people running off to the opposite direction, so the adjective “intimidating” was quite the understatement to describe him. some might even say that he’s the strongest, so he possesses no fear at all.

despite that, gojo has one thing he’s deathly afraid of: you–his wife, when you’re angry.

“suguru, help me out here!” geto can physically feel his bestfriend’s panic through the phone. gojo explained the situation in a fast ramble–geto could barely understand what he was saying, but he thinks he got the gist of it: you went out to run some errands and entrusted gojo to take care of your two year old child, megumi, while you were out. gojo conjured up the genius idea of keeping megumi entertained by handing him a paper and markers–so that they could surprise you with megumi’s amazing artistic abilities once you came back home.

it had gone “so well”, gojo said earlier, picking up the paper and studying it. “i think this is a drawing of a cat? or a dog, i don’t really know.. still, it’s made by my son, and it’s the peak of art and i think everyone should see it!”

gojo was so busy trying to decipher what megumi had drawn that he didn’t realize that his son still had the markers in his hands. when he peers over to look at megumi again, he just about screamed.

“gumi- no- GUMI!” he shrieks, snatching the markers away from his son’s hold. megumi, not having a paper to draw on anymore, decided to use the wall as his canvas instead—sketching a poorly drawn house with a bright red marker. “you’re not supposed to draw on the wall! aw fuc-ahem, freak… your mom’s gonna kill me…”

“gosh suguru, some advice would help!” satoru’s never been so afraid in all his years of living. you’re coming home pretty soon, and he has no idea what to do. he’s already imagining the look on your face–and it’s pushing satoru to the brink of passing out. gojo satoru–the renowned sorcerer who’s fought the king of curses, been sealed away in a box and has had multiple near death experiences–all of these things have happened to him yet none can compare to the fear of facing his wife when she’s angry.

“hmm? what is it, nanako?” satoru can hear his bestfriend trying not to laugh over the phone. suguru knows an easy solution to his problem, but he thinks that leaving satoru in the dark is funnier. it’s rare to see the strongest sorcerer like this, so geto revels in it with pure amusement. “you’re hungry? okay… let’s see what i can make for you, yeah?”

“you heard her, satoru~ one of the twins are hungry. i’m afraid i have to go… good luck about the markers, yeah?” suguru hangs up before satoru could say a word. he curses under his breath, but feels his heart stop when he hears the door unlock.

you’re home.

“mama!” megumi yells, clapping his hands and slowly crawling over to the front door. you happily greet your son, placing the grocery bags on the table.

you walk over to your husband, kissing him on the cheek before noticing the piece of paper that he’s holding. “oh? what’s this?”

you grab the paper from his hands and satoru regains a little bit of his composure once he hears you coo at your son’s drawing. “thought it would be nice for me and megumi to surprise you while you were gone… it’s a drawing of a cat-”

“horsey!”

“...a horse. yup, that’s what i said!” he sheepishly ignores his son’s glare, mentally preparing himself to tell you about the wall.

“i love it! oh my gosh, megumi, aren’t you just a little artist?” you say, ruffling your son’s hair with a big smile. “this is definitely going on the fridge.”

“...there’s one small problem, though…” satoru refuses to meet your gaze.

“what did you do this time, satoru?”

“hey, it technically wasn’t me!” he says, this time being the one to shoot the glare at his son. “so hypothetically…what if i told you that gumi thought it would be a nicer idea to use the wall as a canvas instead of the paper?”

“...”

satoru perceives your silence as his death sentence. “look, i’m sorry! i was trying to figure out what he drew and i forgot that he still had the markers in his hands-”

“satoru-”

“and the next thing i know, he drew on the wall before i was able to take the markers from him-”

“toru-”

“and suguru wasn’t giving me advice either, but then-”

“satoru!” your final yell finally breaks him from his ramble. he’s surprised to see that no, you don’t have a look of murder on your face. in fact, you’re actually smiling—looking more amused than anything.

“satoru, they’re washable markers.” you take a baby wipe from your purse and walk over to the wall, wiping away the bright red marker strokes easily with a few swipes. you’re trying not to laugh at his dumbfounded expression. “did you not know that?”

now he’s the one stunned into silence. “...”

“no, no… i definitely knew that…!”

“yeah, sure you did.”

being a father is so difficult.

[vanwritesfan-fiction]

Orange Peel Theory

Tell me why I think the Kelce household would always be pranking one another. I also think that Travis would pass the orange peel theory with flying colors, and I love the thought of the girls getting involved as well.

Travis was in his office going over his notes after recording an episode of New Heights when Savannah came running in, her hands behind her back. She collapsed into his lap, revealing an orange she had in her hand.

"Daddy, can you pweel this for me?" Her breath came out like a whistle through her missing front tooth as she spoke. "Sure, baby." Travis took the fruit from her, quickly peeling it and handing it back to her. "Thank you!", she exclaimed as she ran out of the room. A few minutes later, Laylah came slyly walking through the door, presenting Travis with another orange. "Daddy, pwease??"

His eyebrow hooked as he looked at her, taking the orange and beginning to peel it. "Where's mama?", he asked, only earning a shrug from Laylah. He was starting to get suspicious, but even still, he did as she asked, handing the fruit back to her and watching her run out of the room.

Laylah found you and Savannah in the kitchen. "I think he's getting 'spicious", she wavered out, trying to catch her breath from running. You chuckled, taking the orange from her. It was the second orange they asked Travis to peel, and at this point you were just wasting good fruit. "What did you say?"

"I asked him to pweel my orange, pwease." Laylah called out, earning a shush from her sister for talking too loud. "Sowrry", she whispered, putting a finger over her lips. "You're not supposed to ask, baby, just hand it to him." You added, wiping the juice that dripped from her mouth as she ate a segment. You were watching TikToks with the girls yesterday when you came across a video of the Orange Peel Theory.

It was a trend where partners would test their significant others to peel an orange from them without asking as a test of their love. When you mentioned trying the trend on Travis, the girls got very excited and wanted to help. They both thoroughly enjoyed pranking Travis; they inherited that silly side from him, but at their age, they didn't grasp the concept quiet yet.

"Oh", Laylah's mouth hung open for a second. "Sowrry."

"Its okay baby, we're gonna try one more time. You and Savannah just go into his office and just hand him the orange, okay? Don't say anything, lips sealed." Both girls nodded as you handed Savannah the fourth orange, making the zipper motion with their fingers across their lips to signify the understood they needed to be quiet.

Travis saw the girls coming into the office out of the corner of his eye before he heard them. He slipped off his headphones expecting them to speak, but the girls just stood in front of him, Savannah holding the orange out in front of her.

"What are you two up to?", Travis asked with narrowed eyes. He could tell Laylah was trying her hardest not to giggle, her cheeks puffing up. Sav handed him the orange, plopping it into his lap. "Do you want me to peel this for you?"

"Pw-", Laylah started to speak, always remembering her manners, but Savannah quickly stopped her sister, clapping a hand over her mouth.

"Okay, I don't know what's going on, but I'm gonna find out." He put the round fruit back in Savannah's hands and picked up the girls by the waist like suitcases, both of their faces turning red as they squealed with laughter.

"Daddy, put me down!" Savannah yelled out breathlessly, Travis putting them both down in front of you where you stood in the kitchen. "What's going on?"

"You tell me. The girls came into my office twice, both asking me to peel two oranges for them, and the last time they came in, they were both suspiciously quiet.' Travis searched your face because usually he could tell you were lying, but you perfected your poker face. "You know growing kids, always hungry." You quickly moved to hide the plate behind your back. "Yeah, sure", Travis nodded, not believing you for a second.

"Girls, go wash up so we can have lunch." You directed Sav and Lay, who ran off with their sticky hand. "If you're done with the podcast, ya mind helping me get everything ready?"

"Of course, babe." Travis followed behind you to the counter where you had everything out to make a couple of sandwiches for the girls and a salad for you and Travis. You made fluffernutter sandwiches for your daughters, giving them the oranges that were part of the test, placing their plates on the table just as they came back into the kitchen. "Eat your oranges that Daddy was nice enough to peel for you", you said in jest, Savannah letting out a little giggle.

You grabbed an orange out of the fruit bowl, palming it in your hand. The "orange peel theory" test was a bust, but not for lack of trying. You never once doubted how much Travis loved you and the girls, but it was nice to have a reminder every once in a while. Maybe you just needed to test him yourself. You glanced over at your husband, who was focused on on chopping some celery.

"I'm so sore from our workout this morning." You purposely struggled to dig your thumb nail into the skin of the orange, letting out a pitiful whine. Travis hummed, looking up at you. "Here, let me do it. I told you to take it easy on the weights." He gave you a smile as he peeled the orange quickly before handing it back to you.

"We got you!", Savannah cheered, standing up in her chair. Both you and Laylah let out belly laughs at Savannah's excitement, Travis' thick eyebrows knitted together in confusion. "What are you talking about?"

"We saw this TikTok video about the "Orange Peel Theory" and you passed, babe. I knew you would, eventually", you said with a smile. You explained everything, including how you had a couple hiccups before getting it to work.

"Was there ever a question that I loved you guys?" Travis was actually pretty tickled that the girls were so excited to prank him. He loved to see that side come out of his daughters. "No, of course not, T, but it was funny to see you so confused for a little."

"Daddy are you mad?" Laylah asked, trying to gauge Travis' reaction. She ran up to him, Travis picking her up in his arms and pressing a kiss to her temple.

"Of course not, baby, I'd peel an orange for you anytime."

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[sturniolo-rat]

The High Life Part 1

Matt Sturniolo X Stoner!Reader

Part 2

A/N: because I need a babysitter when I’m high and this is generally how it goes.

Contains: fluff💕, daddy k!nk

TW: drug use

In which Matt babysits a high Y/N and she becomes submissive and breedable😏

“Matt, would you still love me if I was a worm?” Y/N asks, looking at him through a cloud of smoke.

He looks up from his game “You’re high as shit, but yes, I would, the fuck”? She’s always asking dumbass questions when she smokes. Matt doesn’t smoke himself, but he likes to be around to watch Y/N. Not only does she look really hot, but she becomes so baby, and he wants to take care of her. 

“Okay, but what would you do?” She looks up at him expectantly, looking for a very specific answer.

He turns in his chair. “I’d put you somewhere safe and find the wizard bastard that did this to you.”

Y/N shakes her head furiously. “No, there’s no wizard. The universe just took my human form back and decided I was actually supposed to be a worm.” She says, pulling the rolling tray onto her lap as she sits on the bed facing him crisscross applesauce.

“Alright, easy.” He claps his hands. I got this.” She pauses grinding her weed to lean in. This time, she’s hoping for a more pleasing answer. “I’m going outside every day, rain or shine, even if it’s a hurricane, and I’m screaming up at the sky and demanding the universe turn you back.”

Wrong again. “Oh, so you only care for my human body and not my worm body?” she says indignantly as she struggles to roll her joint.

He grabs her face and kisses her forehead. “Baby, please, you already know you’d have a 6-foot terrarium in our room” he takes her rolling tray off of her and starts fixing her shitty rolling. “but I know you’d be sad cuz you wouldn’t be able to talk. Hence my screaming at the universe.” He licks the end of the rolling paper and seals the joint up. “It’s all for you, my love.” And he holds the perfectly rolled joint out. He learned to roll for her recently. He can only roll joints thought because blunts are for losers, and Y/N doesn’t fuck with tobacco. 

She takes it from him, completely shocked. “Well,, I guess that’s nice of you?” Referring to his hypothetical screaming and his unhypothetical miracle joint rolling skills. “Since when did you know how to do anything even remotely related to drugs?” 

“Last week. I thought I would help my baby out in all her endeavors.” He cracks a smile, knowing he’s thoroughly impressed her. 

She spaces out for a few seconds, then Says, “Could I come outside sometimes?”

He nods, instantly, knowing that her brain just did a factory reset, and is talking about the worm hypothetical again. “Mhmm, I’d put you in my shirt pocket, and we’d go on dates, and I’d get you plates of dirt to eat.” This was not the answer she was looking for because it was so much better, and just so perfectly Matt.

“You’re amazing.”

He pats her head. “I’ll go get you some snacks and water, Lovie.” He leaves, and Y/N feels so comfy and loved. 

“Get my special cup, please!” she yells to the kitchen. The cup in question is a 40-oz stainless steel tumbler that says Daddy’s Girl. Matt knows she’s in subspace. 

When he comes back to the room, Y/N is all cuddled up in bed with the stuffed shark he won at the fair last month. He’s got her special cup in hand and his arms full of chips. He throws them all on the bed and hands over the cup. “Got your cuppy, Sweetheart.”

“Thank you, Daddy.” he never liked being called Daddy before he met Y/N. She just brings something out in him. When she’s around, he just wants to take care of her in every conceivable way. 

“Anything for you, Baby.” He sits beside her on the bed, and she lies her head on his lap. Matt feeds her chips as they watch Family Guy. It’s amusing watching tv with Y/N when she’s high because she can’t follow the plot story shit. He likes asking her what she thinks is happening and listening to her crazy, convoluted answers. 

Somehow, over the course of a couple of hours Y/N ends up sitting between his legs with her back against his chest. She cranes her neck and stares up at him for a while. His lips look so soft, and she can’t look away. Matt notices this and tries to focus her back on the show. “So, what do you think Brian and Stevie are up to right now?”

“D’know.” She shrugs and continues to look at him.

“Do you need something, baby?” He asks.

“Mhmm,” she said, shaking her head and biting her lip.

Matt knows exactly where she’s going with this. “What do you need,

Love. You have to tell me before I can help you.”

“I need you, Daddy.” with that, she opens up a whole new can of worms.

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[desert-fern]

A Gun Amongst Daggers - Jake “Hangman” Seresin X Fem!Navy Seal Reader

Part 18: But I Know Who I Am Now (I Am Yours)

Summary: When Jake meets a woman at the Hard Deck, the last thing he expects is for her to be a Navy Seal. And not just any Seal, the Commander of Seal Team 3. She’s beautiful, smart, dangerous, and everything about her just makes him want to get close. Her name? Bear. When the Seals need backup, Cyclone puts the Daggers on their radar and now, Jake has to work with Bear and her team, all the while trying to stay professional. Can he do it? Or will he end up falling for the Navy sniper and mission Commander?

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A/N: Chapter title taken from I Am Yours by Andy Grammer

MINORS DO NOT ENGAGE! 18+ ONLY. MINORS & BLOGS WITH NO AGE/EMPTY BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED.

Warnings: hospital setting and the stuff that comes with that, some minor angst, unconsciousness, blood, fist fight, Jake beats the shit out of someone and it’s a little hot, bruises, this is still pretty fluffy, author is trying to redeem herself.

Word Count: 3.7k

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Jake’s feet slid over the tiled floor of the infirmary in his haste to get to Bear. He knew that he was getting strange looks as he dodged nurses and medics as they went about their business, but he couldn’t find it in him to care what they thought. He had had a realization that was more pressing than anything in his life. If Bear loved him, and Jake was almost certain she did, he had to be the one to act. Her rank prevented her from doing so, it always had. Now though, it was different. She wasn’t his direct superior any more, and that gave him this opportunity.

He had been running through a speech, words he would say to her as he made the trip from the showers to her room, but nothing seemed to quite capture the depth of his feelings for her. Bear was special. She deserved nothing less than the best, especially after everything that had happened in the last couple of weeks. So Jake had to get this right.

He walked through the door to her room, stopping whatever conversation Rooster and Phoenix were having. “Hey.”

“Hi,” Phoenix replied. She had a very curious look on her face, but it quickly shifted to a smirk as she took him in. “Finally realized it, didn’t you?”

“Shut up.” Jake knew his face was bright red and the knowing looks from both Rooster and Phoenix only made his embarrassment worse. “Seriously. Shut it.”

“Karma’s a bitch, Seresin,” Rooster said with a laugh. “You made fun of me and my girl for how long? It’s only fair I get the same honor.” The look on his face was making Jake regret ever opening his mouth, and that never happened. And that fucking Chicken looked smug as hell.

Jake just groaned, scratching at his jaw. “And I shouldn’t have done that, but it got you two idiots together. So just get out. Please. I have to talk to her.”

The other man’s face softened, just a little. “Fine. Go get her.” Rooster clapped Jake on the arm before getting up and leaving. “I was hungry anyways.”

“Asshole!” Jake yelled out the door at his retreating figure. “Thanks Nix.”

Phoenix just grinned at him. “You finally clued in, didn’t you? Your dumbass just realized that she loves you.” The look on her face was pure glee, a look no one saw very often, and now it was staring him down. “Jake. Relax. You’ll be okay.”

“I know. I appreciate this.” He’d stuffed his hands in his hoodie pockets, awkwardly shifting his weight from foot to foot.

Her smile grew and Jake knew that she had understood him. “I know you do, even if you can’t say how much.” Her tone was soft and Phoenix gave him a nod before slipping out the door, closing it gently behind her.

Finally, Jake was left alone with Bear once more. Like he had before leaving, he let his eyes trail over her, searching for any sign that she was awake. Any muscle twitch, a sign, anything. But there was nothing. So he took his seat once more, his hand finding hers and blew out a breath. He had time to practice his speech, he might as well use it.

“Teddy, since I met you… No I can’t say it like that. I’m not proposing,” Jake stopped his train of thought, and tried to start again. “Teddy, I have literally no idea how to say this - fuck me! Why can’t I just say it out loud? It’s three fucking words!” He groaned, his chin dropping to rest against his chest, staring down at his and Bear’s joined hands.

He took a deep breath, blowing out his exhale, before looking back up. “I shouldn’t have to think about it. Mama said that when I know, I’ll know. Don’t think, just do…” Jake pulled a face, suddenly thankful his back was to the door. “Fucking hell Teddy, you’ve got me so bent outta shape, I’m quotin’ the old man now.”

Running his thumb over the back of her hand, Jake closed his eyes, losing himself in the memories of them both. He marveled at her in nearly every one, too caught up on the light in her eyes to do more than just listen to her every word, hang off of it like a child on playground equipment. Pulling his feelings from those memories, he managed to speak. “You took ‘I love you to death’ a little too literally, darlin’,” his voice broke, too emotionally raw to say what he felt without tears. “You nearly did just that to save me. I need to return the favor, Teddy, so I’m gonna love you back to life.”

The room fell silent with only the sounds of his quiet sobs echoing in the stillness. God, he loved her. He loved her more than he had loved anything in the world. Even flying didn’t compare to the swoop his heart did when she was close. Now though, she was both so close and so far away all at the same time. “I love you. I only hope you love me too.”

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Through the haze, Bear heard a voice. It was distant, but familiar and leading her out of the darkness. The only words she could make out were three of the most distinct: I. Love. You. She couldn’t yet make out who was speaking, but she hoped, she hoped so desperately, that it was Jake on the other side of the fog in her mind. She needed it to be. She had to see him, she had to see her Flyboy.

If it was Jake, she had to talk to him. Bear had to tell him that she loved him back. And she did. If Bear had the energy and the forethought, she would have told him the second she had seen him in the conference room. It had taken hallucinations of waking up in his arms for her to clue in that this wasn’t just attraction. No, Bear loved him. Loved him so much that she would face the armies of the world alone to spare him death. It was unlike anything she had ever felt before and she was both terrified and thrilled that she had figured out why her chest got tight whenever his name was mentioned.

Terrorists couldn’t take him from her, and death couldn’t take her from Jake. If that wasn’t meant to be, Bear didn’t know what was. The voice wasn’t so distant now, nearly loud enough for her to make out everything being said, and she was running towards it, clawing through the shadows and muffled noises until…

Bear heard beeping, the sound of someone stifling sobs, and the same words that had pulled her from the darkness. “God, Teddy. I need you to wake up. I love you too much to let you go like this. Please.”

It was Jake. And he was crying. Her heart broke and she wanted to speak, but her throat was so dry that all she could do was squeeze his hand.

Jake gasped, his tear-filled eyes flying to meet hers. “Teddy.”

“I love you too.” Bear’s voice was raspy from disuse and Jake just stared at her, his hand squeezing hers tightly.

He handed her the water on the bedside table, letting her sip it as he gaped at her, his entire body frozen still. “What?” Jake’s voice sounded strangled as his breath caught in his throat, the cup left forgotten on the table beside him.

“I love you too,” Bear repeated slowly. Her heart was pounding and alarms were going off from the monitors, but all she cared about was hearing Jake say those three beautiful words one more time.

Jake had a knee on her bed in a flash, leaning over her. “Tell me you don’t want this, because I can’t go back to how it was. I just can’t.” His eyes were wide and flicking between her eyes and lips. “Teddy, darlin’ I need you to say somethin’.”

“Kiss me,” Bear whispered. And holy fuck did he. Their lips met and it felt like a vat of chocolate melting in her chest as she kissed him back with everything she could. Trying her hardest to pour every ounce of feeling she had for him into this one gesture, gasping as he tugged on her lip. The cheeky bastard.

For Jake, all he could focus on were the fireworks going off in his head. He deepened the kiss, using her gasp to slip his tongue into her mouth, tangling it with hers.

He finally pulled away, watched Bear’s eyes slowly flicker open and grinning as she blinked back emotion that had filled her eyes. “Flyboy…”

“I’m here, Teddy. I’m not going anywhere.” Jake’s hand found hers, squeezing it tightly before pressing a kiss to the back of it, slowly climbing off of the bed. Seconds later, two nurses burst into the room, eyes flying to the now-awake Bear sitting up in her bed.

“Commander…” one nurse began while the other checked the vitals machine. “Any idea as to why your heart rate is so high?” She shot Bear a wink, knowing full well that the blond man in the corner was responsible.

“I have a few ideas,” Bear managed to say over her giggles at the face Jake pulled behind the second nurse’s back. “I’m feeling alright though.”

“I’m sure you do, ma’am. But let’s do a quick assessment first and then we’ll let you get back to your… friend.”

Her face went bright pink, heat spiraling up her ears. “Sounds good.”

“Lieutenant, I’m going to have to ask you to leave,” the other nurse said, looking at Jake, who then turned to look at Bear.

“I want him to stay.” Her tone had slipped effortlessly back into that of a commanding officer, letting the two nurses know that if they tried to remove him, she would fight back.

They nodded, gesturing for him to sit back down in the chair that they had moved a little ways off from the bed before conducting their assessments. It only took a few minutes for them to determine that she was doing well and left the room, the first nurse hanging back just a moment. “Try to keep that heart rate under control, you two. I know that might be hard with him in the room, but I can’t guarantee any privacy if you two start something.” And with one final wink at the two of them, the nurse left, closing the door again.

“Hear that, Teddy? I gotta control you,” Jake teased, grinning at her. He was just doing this to get a rise out of the woman next to him, who just grinned back, before whipping her arm out to smack him in the stomach.

“Watch it Flyboy,” Bear replied, raising an eyebrow in a feigned stern look. “They’re gonna think that you are the one needing handling.” She was smirking at the red creeping up the back of Jake’s neck, proud of herself for catching him off guard.

But Jake recovered quickly, creeping back towards the bed, eyes fixed on hers. “Careful darlin’, you and I both know that the only thing that needs handlin’ is that mouth. Do I need to shut you up?”

Her face widened in a challenging grin, the familiar spark Jake had often seen in her eyes had been reignited and he felt himself shiver at the intensity gazing back at him. “And the only one doing that handling is gonna be you, right?”

“You’re damn right, Teddy.” His hand cradled her cheek, gently drawing her back in for another soft kiss. “You’re mine. If you want to be.”

“So long as you’re mine,” Bear replied softly, pressing a gentle kiss to the corner of his mouth, grinning as he chased her lips. “This is quite the wake up call, though Flyboy. A half-naked man sitting at my bedside, proclaiming his undying love for me.” Bear had been playing with his hoodie strings as her palms rested on his chest, feeling the warmth of his body through the thin material of his half-zipped hoodie.

Jake glanced down, catching sight of his bare chest near her hands. “I should probably fix that, huh?”

“Or… you could just stay here…”

He groaned. “You promised the nurse that you would keep that heart rate down, darlin’. Don’t start sayin’ shit like that or you will break your promise.”

Bear just winked at him, settling back against the pillows behind her. “Be quick? I missed you.”

“I’ll be as fast as I can. I promise,” Jake leaned down and placed a gentle kiss to her forehead, making her smile as she lay back against the pillows.

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Jake left the room with a wide grin on his face. Bear was awake, and she loved him too! It literally couldn’t get better than this. He hurried back to the locker room, passing Payback, Bob, and Rooster going the other direction. He gave them a nod, and Bob grinned at him, catching the flush on his cheeks. Out of everyone, the WSO knew exactly what had happened, and yet, Jake couldn’t find it in himself to care.

He was steps away from the locker room door, when it swung open, revealing Shrike leading a very disgruntled and worn out Hazard and Jake saw red. This was all his fault; every single little thing. He was the reason Bear had written her letter, the contents of which he would never reveal to anyone. She had known something was off, she had written it down. And Hazard, Colton, had nearly ruined everything.

Hazard barely had time to react before Jake shoved him back through the door and up against the wall. “YOU MOTHERFUCKER!” Jake roared, the pure rage in his voice bouncing off every tile in the locker room.

But it wasn’t Jake throwing the first punch. No, Hazard got a hand up and punched him in the nose, a malicious grin tearing open on his face. “Whatcha gonna do, you fucking ass? Hit me? You can’t.”

Jake smirked, blood rushing down his face. “That’s where you’re wrong. Mav never said anything about us not beating you half to death. Really wanna try somethin’?” He knew that his eyes held the same fire that had burned in Bear’s when she burst into the room to confront him. But unlike when she had done it, Hazard didn’t seem scared of Jake. “I have no problem with any of it.”

His drawled words, combined with the blood from his nose, were enough to make Shrike smile from her spot in the corner. She and the other Seals were on a tight leash, unable to do more than throw the man a dirty look, so if she had engineered this little meetup, no she didn’t. Hazard deserved everything coming to him, even if she couldn’t be the one to inflict a fraction of the pain her boss had experienced.

Hazard opened his mouth to speak, to make some smart ass comment, when Jake slammed his palm into Hazard’s nose. The yell of pain the Seal let out only made Jake’s smirk widen, his green eyes cruel and vindictive. “Bear took worse than that, and you’re whinin’ like a little bitch?” Jake spat, knowing that Hazard was both cuffed and off his game. “You’re pathetic.”

The Seal took another swing, missing Jake by a mile and the pilot laughed. “Come on. I threw you off? Wow. You ain’t nearly as good as you think you are.” He was cackling now, the anger on Hazard’s face only stoking the rage building with every passing moment. He circled Hazard, grinning widely. “Come on, playboy. Show me why you’re a Seal, hmm?”

Two more missed haymakers had Jake’s smirk growing exponentially. He returned the swings, three blows to the stomach, making Hazard double over, groaning. “Now that’s not in the naval spirit,” Jake hissed, grabbing his opponent by the shirt and slamming him back into a row of lockers. Two quick blows to the side, followed by a knee to the face that left blood on Jake’s sweatpants, had Hazard sliding to the ground. “Oh no you don’t. You don’t get to pass out.”

Jake slapped him across the face, grinning as Hazard’s blue eyes opened and then widened in fear at how close Jake now was. He scrambled back towards the center of the room, feet kicking out and cuffed hands pushing against the tile, doing everything he could to get away from the man before him.

But he was no match for the angry pilot striding towards him with blood still running down his face and staining his chest. “Coward!” Jake growled, pulling the panicked man to his feet and throwing him back into a bench. “You’re just a little bitch, ain’t ya? Brave brave man when betraying your people! BUT NOW? YOU’RE NOTHIN’!” His voice was deafening to those inside. But Jake didn’t care. How could he? His knuckles ached but it paled in comparison to the wrath in his eyes and the hellfire in his blood. Hazard wasn’t getting out alive. Not if he could help it.

In a blink, Jake was on top of Hazard, raining hell down in the form of punches, uncaring if his knuckles were bleeding in time with the traitor’s face. He didn’t know how many times he’d hit the coward, but then Bob and Rooster were pulling him off the other man. “LET ME GO!” Jake roared, fist catching Rooster’s jaw as he struggled. “GET OFF ME!”

Shrike took the moment to move forward, wet cloth in hand. If she took Hazard out of the room looking like his face had been punched in, she could face some trouble. “But let’s be real,” she thought. “People would thank him.” Roughly wiping off the blood, Shrike hauled Hazard to his feet and dragged him out the door. “Pleasure doin’ business with ya, Texas!” Shrike called back as she left the room, bleeding man in tow.

“Dude, what the fuck?” Rooster was looking at his bloody face like he didn’t recognize the man behind it.

“Bastard had it coming,” Jake grumbled, wrenching his arm free from Bob’s grip and stomping over to the sink to wipe the blood off his face and chest. “And don’t tell me you wouldn’ta done the same.”

Rooster scowled at his back, following him. “I wouldn’t have. I-”

Jake whirled around, eyes wild. “Bull fuckin’ shit, Bradshaw! If it were your girl, if someone had hurt your family, you woulda done the same. Hell, even Bob would have fuckin’ done the same!” He was yelling again, uncaring of who heard him.

“She’s not your girl, Seresin. You need to calm down.”

“Get. Out,” Jake ground out. “I beat one man’s ass already today. I’ll do it again.”

“You see this too, right Bob?” Rooster looked genuinely concerned for Jake, as his gaze swung back forth between the two men. “Jake, you trauma bonded. She saved you and got captured as a result. You owe her nothing.”

Jake’s heart sank, anger deflating so suddenly that he nearly collapsed. “It’s-that’s not…”

“I’m sorry, man. But you have to know that,” Bradley said gently. “Bear is amazing and you guys were great friends before this, but beating a man up for her? Surely you have to admit that that is a little excessive.”

“Rooster,” Bob spoke up, seeing the look on Jake’s face. “Leave it, okay?”

“But Bob…”

The WSO shook his head, silencing Bradley’s protests. “He’s been through enough, he doesn’t need this too. Just drop it.” Bob turned to Jake, pausing for a minute as he took in the blond’s conflicted look, before gesturing for Rooster to leave them. “Let me talk to him.”

“Bob-” But when he saw the head shake, Rooster sighed and left.

“You love her.” Bob’s statement made Jake look up at him. “You loved her before we left.”

“I did…” Jake whispered. “God, I’ve loved her for a while. This isn’t a trauma bond. I swear it isn’t.”

“I know.” Jake nodded, chewing on his lip as Bob continued. “You were worried and now you’re doubting everything. All because Rooster of all people got to you? I believe you, Jake and if you say you love her, then I don’t doubt that.”

“You would have done the same, right?”

Bob nodded, eyes darkening just a little. “I would definitely have done the same. You’ve met my wife, you know I would. I also heard a rumor that Bear is awake, you should tell her.”

“I will.”

“Good. Have fun explainin’ the black eye though. Looks like that rat-bastard hit you good.” Bob clapped him on the shoulder and left.

Clearly the bespectacled man didn’t know that he’d already seen Bear. That he’d already told her he loved her. But Bob didn’t need to know, Jake reasoned, pulling on his T-shirt that sat abandoned on a different bench. “Bear loves me back.”

===

Bear sat in her bed, body sagging into the pillows. Every single part of her hurt. Even the end of her nose. A part of her wondered about where Jake was, but figured that he was probably catching up with his team, maybe informing hers that she had woken up. Or maybe, he’d gotten sidetracked by something else.

Either way, Bear let her eyes flutter close, just for a moment. But they flew open moments later at the sound of a crash a few rooms away, making her groan in frustration. She couldn’t even fall asleep without her mind hauling her back to that hellhole. It didn’t matter that the men had left her alone save for their incessant demands for information that she wouldn’t share, it had still fucked her up.

She sat still for a moment before letting her head loll against the pillow, trying to clamber back into that blissful land of sleep that she had left nearly an hour ago to soothe the man with the green eyes that had stolen her mind. Bear was tired of being tired. Exhausted from being afraid, from putting her focus on escaping, and all she wanted was a fucking nap.

This time, her attempt was interrupted by what sounded like Priya shouting “YOU WHAT?!” Even now, on bed rest, despite her forcing the reins of Seal Team 3 back into Bug’s hands yet again, there was still work to be done. Bear only wondered what had her mild mannered second yelling in such a way. Had someone come forward about their involvement in her capture? Or had someone incorrectly filled out a form and caused Bug two hours of extra work?

Either way, Bear felt the exhaustion seep into her bones as she shut her eyes against the fluorescent lighting that seemed to force its way into every pore. She felt like she was under a microscope; every twitch, every rustle, on display for the world to see her wounds.

All she wanted was to sleep, but it had eluded her at every attempt thus far and it was already driving her up the wall.

A nurse passed by the open door and Bear waved her over, asking her if she could shut the lights off. A nod and then a click and the room seemed to fall quiet. The only remaining light came from the open window, but it grew faint the longer Jake was gone and so she reached, pulling at some of her stitches and was able to turn the bedside light on.

It had clearly been brought in for Jake as he spent his time watching over her and the thought sent butterflies racing through her stomach.

He was safe.

And so was she.

Bear could rest easier now. Her hours spent in worry for her team, for Jake, for everyone was over. Bug had it handled and she could lay back and let her team handle it.

So she dozed in her room, waiting for the green-eyed, golden haired man she loved to come back to her.

===

Jake was silent the entire way back to the infirmary, lost in his thoughts. But he was quickly pulled from them when Bear gasped, her eyes catching on the growing bruise around his eyes and nose. “What happened?”

“Hazard.”

“He’s just wandering?” Bear’s eyes flared with anger that the traitor would lay his hands on Jake. “No one’s watching him? Questioning him?” Her hand moved up to trace over his cheekbone, a feather light touch over his bruising eye.

Jake sat on the edge of the bed, catching her hand and pulling it down to rest on her lap. “Teddy. I’m okay. Pretty damn sure Shrike led him into my path, knowin’ that I had his number.”

Her anger suddenly forgotten, Bear grabbed his other hand with hers, gently running a thumb over the broken skin on his knuckles. “You hurt him?”

“I did. Couldn’t let him get away with the shit he pulled, he hurt my girl,” Jake replied softly, meeting her eyes. “I would have killed him if I thought that’s what you woulda wanted.”

Bear shook her head. “Jake, no. His skull is mine. But he will face justice, Admiral Harris has been informed of the situation. All of it,” she told him, her eyes softening as they caught the truthfulness of his words. “I love you. I don’t care how fast it is. I love you.” She raised his hand to her lips, trailing barely-there kisses over his knuckles, only stopping when Jake’s hand lifted her head up to kiss her gently.

“I love you too, Teddy. I love you too.”

Everything else could wait. The world was on pause, Bear thought, as Jake folded himself into her hospital bed, pulling her into his arms and peppering kisses to her face.

He loved her and she, him. What more could be said?

===

A/N: They finally said it! I know I freaked some of y’all out with that nightmare in the last part but I think I made up for it! Big thank you to @startrekfangirl2233 and @sarahsmi13s for being incredible betas. And let’s all thank @dakotakazansky for talking me out of what I had originally planned for these two and for helping me with some replotting!

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[stanley578]

Sharing my thoughts on the last 2 episodes of Hazbin Hotel season 1

Charlie's going through a hard time after failing to convince the people in heaven about demons getting redeemed and the exorcists going after her hotel. I can't blame her at all for expressing how upset she is that Vaggie didn't tell her that she's an angel.

Charlie sealing the deal with Alastor got me apprehensive. Hell, even Razzle and Dazzle were against it, judging by their facial expressions, but Alastor didn't want her soul. Instead, he gave her some information which is about Carmilla successfully killing an exorcist.

Carmilla is a no-nonsense mentor to Vaggie, though I find it frustrating that the latter was too dense to realize that the weapon she's wielding is one of the things that can defeat the exorcists. Speaking of Carmilla, we got to see the flashback on how she successfully killed one. It's a rare item called the angelic steel that was implanted in her ballet shoes.

The Latin-EDM number about fighting for love was a fucking bop and Vaggie getting her wings back got me clapping delightfully for her.

One hilarious moment was when Charlie yelled at Susan, "FUCK YOU, YOU OLD BITCH!!!" which was an absolute mood for everyone who has dealt with hecklers, trolls, Karens, and Kevins in their lives.

Rosie is such an endearing and loving character who is empathetic and understanding. Charlie vented to her about who Vaggie is and Rosie deduced that everyone has a past that they're not proud of and they rather not reveal it due to fear of rejection. She reassured her that Vaggie loves her regardless of who she is since the hotel is all about redemption. As Rosie said, "Words are cheap but actions speak the truth".

Eventually, Charlie got to convince everyone in Cannibal Town to fight against the exorcists through the song, "Ready For This". She and Vaggie got to talk things through and the characters in the hotel stayed to help defend it by fortifying it in preparation for the battle.

If I may add, Sir Pentious petting Keekee was a really cute scene to watch.

The season 1 finale was an epic rollercoaster. It was great to finally see the first on-screen kiss between Charlie and Vaggie after singing the reprise of "More Than Anything".

The fight between Vaggie and Lute got me on the edge of my seat. After Lute stabbed Vaggie's right hand, Vaggie got the upper hand by crushing Lute under some rubble. Instead of killing her, she spared her life, proving that Vaggie is a better person and isn't going out of her way to kill someone. Being crushed under some rubble caused Lute to rip out her left arm which was painful to watch but it's honestly her well-deserved karma for slashing Vaggie's eye out (and for killing Dazzle).

Seeing Angel Dust caring about others, like the scene where he's protective of one of the Egg Boiz, was wholesome to watch. I loved how much he has progressed throughout the season.

Alastor is one badass deer boy who faced off against Adam. He's got the moves and sass, but due to his microphone not being an angelic weapon, he was defeated by Adam.

Sir Pentious finally confessed his feelings for Cherri Bomb as they shared a kiss and made the sacrifice to protect his friends and the hotel. As he and the Egg Boiz are about to shoot the laser at Adam, Adam killed them with just a large bolt of holy light.

This caused Charlie to unleash her demon form and go one-on-one with Adam. Seeing Adam acting all arrogant, pretentious, conceited, and misogynistic got me pissed off but I cheered when Charlie stabbed him with a trident. Though Adam still got the upper hand until Lucifer arrived and delivered a powerful blow on his face. It was revealed that Adam had a face and was actually wearing a mask.

Lucifer shapeshifting and roasting the shit out of Adam and his incompatibility with Lilith and Eve shows how much of a goofy goober he really is. During their faceoff, Adam fired a huge beam that completely destroyed the hotel. He was about to deliver one final strike, but Charlie and Lucifer countered it and threw him hard onto the ground.

Lucifer punched Adam many times until Charlie told him to spare him. Adam gets back up and rants angrily to the characters, showing off his pride and god complex once more. All of a sudden, he got stabbed in the back by none other than Niffty. Charlie told her earlier to kill an angel when she sees one and Niffty did her assignment excellently. She stabbed Adam many times which was hilarious to see and Valentino's shocked expression makes him realize how lucky he is that he dodged a bullet in the nightclub. Because Adam is dead, the extermination has been cancelled, as reported by Katie Killjoy.

I was worried that the destruction of the hotel caused Keekee and Fat Nuggets to die, but I was so relieved that they're both alright.

Lute and the surviving exorcists retreat back to heaven and Charlie and the gang helped each other rebuild the hotel while singing the reprise of "Happy Day In Hell". They also have a portrait of Sir Pentious and a statue of Dazzle in commemoration of their heroic sacrifice. I give no fucks about the Vees celebrating since they're only there to watch the whole shit go down. Alastor went through anxiety and frustration and expressed his desperation to find a way to get out of the deal and I find it bizarre that he went back to the hotel to see the residents. Lucifer and Husk are suspicious of him, judging by their facial expressions.

Unbeknownst to Charlie and the gang, Sir Pentious got transported into heaven as a winner angel, leaving Emily thrilled and Sera shocked to see him. They saw proof that a sinner can be redeemed, though the Egg Boiz were nowhere to be found.

The finale ended with a cliffhanger. Someone is relaxing on a beach until Lute appeared with Adam's halo and said the deal is over. She told her if she wants to stay in heaven, she needs to confront Charlie. That someone is revealed to be Lilith, Charlie's mother.

I don't know if she will be the main antagonist of season 2, but I have my eye on Lilith as she's one mysterious character who disappeared for 7 years which is the same amount of time Alastor disappeared. Lute and the Vees are also contenders for being the main antagonists of the next season. Viv said that "season 2 focuses on a very fun villain and it's a villain that we meet in season 1", but we'll have to wait and see who it's going to be.

I had a lot of fun watching the last 2 episodes. It was totally worth the wait after watching the pilot episode back in September 2022. I do understand that there's criticism on how fast the pacing of the show is due to only having 8 episodes in season 1. I also understand that it would've been better if it has 20 episodes as it would give more time for character development and exploration of what the pride ring has to offer.

Personally, I was bummed that Angel Dust isn't the one going to heaven. I want to see him break free from Valentino once and for all and reunite with Molly up in heaven. If Niffty successfully killed Adam, I want her to kill Valentino and add him to her collection. Maybe that could happen in season 2, but who knows. Anything can happen.

[darkcrowprincess]

Goldenlight week 2023💜💛: Day 2 Wolves/Forgotten Fairy Tale

*part of my lunter and boshamity twilight au*

"Why is the moon so lonely?" Willow says in a loud and clear voice as she surrounds both werewolves and vampires(and one human girl named Amity) around the bonfire on Gravesfield beach. The moon is full and bright and for once vampires and werewolves are not fighting with each other.

Luz who is sitting on her Husband Hunter's lap claps in excitement. She yells out the question Williw wants to hear, "Why?"

"Because," Willow continues in a dark mysterious voice, "She use to have a lover, and for a long time they lived in the spirt world together." Willow smiles with mischief, "They would spend nights wandering the spirt world, worshipping each other. Their feelings so great, that when they made love it caused the sky to erupt in meator showers."

Everyone wolf whistles or howls at this part. Luz cuddles deep into Hunter's arms. He playfully nips at her ears. Like a cat, his fangs tickle.

"Unfortunately one of the other spirts was jealous of their love. He was the younger brother to the moons lover. A very old and cruel spirit. He saw his big brother spirt as his. Belonging to no one else but him."

Luz starts to frown at this. Already can tell where this story is going.

" So the old jealous spirt devises a plan to hurt his big brother and punish the moon. Tricking his brother, he told him the moon wanted flowers from the human world. That she wanted him to pick her wild roses."

"Unfortunately the moons lover didn't know that when you leave the spirt world you can never come back. The spirt was trapped in the human world with roses in his hand. Unable to go back with his love. All he can do is gaze up at her every night and howl her name. But he can never touch her again."

Willow stops for a minute and let's the sad surprise filter through the group. Than she continues, "Can you guess what the spirts name was?" All the werewolves as one said, "Wolf!" Than they all got up and howled to the full moon. Their necks arched as they let a little bit of that werewolf side of them come out to make their howls more animal like. It echos across the waves of the beach. Till eventually the sound fades away. A forgotten whisper lost on the sea.

"What a tragic romantic story," Amity sighs wistfully. "Doomed to never be with the one you love. Just only allowed to see them from a distance." Boscha cuddles Amity close when she sees her depressed look.

A scoff, loud and mocking comes from Hunter. "It's a stupid story, is what it is." (As Hunter says this he brings Luz close to him. Possessively holding her. As if afriad to loose her.)

Amity frowns at Hunter, "I wouldn't expect you to understand romance or heartbreak."

"It's not about that," Hunter says, " It's a stupid story because the Moon could have easily joined her lover if she wanted to. She chose to stay in the spirt world and not be with him. Says a lot about their great love."

Luz turns to Hunter curious, and wanting to stop a fight between Hunter and Amity before it can start. "What do you mean Hunter?"

Hunter at that gives her a soft look, eyes darkening into deep pools of wine. Love and possessiveness shine in those dark eyes. He moves a loose curl of her hair behind her ear. "If it was me, I'd give up the spirt world, immortality, all of it and follow you to the human world." He cups her cheek, she leans into his hand.

"If it was me I'd do anything to be together with you again. I wouldn't just leave you alone." Hunter says that like it's a solemn vow. One to never be broken.

Luz smiles wide at his words, tears in her eyes glistening in the firelight .

"Human, Vampire, Wolf or Immortal, doesn't matter. As long as we're together," Luz declares. And she seals her promise with a kiss. Hunter kisses back. In that kiss it's as if they're all alone. They can't hear the wolf whistles, or Amity's annoyed scoffing. Like the Wolf and the Moon, they are lost in their own world.

(Don't like don't read. Post hate and I'll block you)

[headhedgehog]

Part one, Part two

“Hey Barou, how’s your girlfriend?” 

Kyoji sighed but didn’t turn away from their locker. Haru clapped a hand on their shoulder.

“Your team captain asked you a question, Barou.”

“I don’t have a girlfriend, Isagi.”

“That’s funny, I’ve seen you taking my leftovers home every day for a few weeks now.”

Kyoji tsked, still not looking at Haru. “Have you always been this disgusting?”

“Big talk from the one who can’t even seal the deal with the easiest girl in school.”

“If she shot you down and you’re still so obsessed with her, doesn’t that make you the pathetic one? ”

Haru shoulder checked Kyoji as he turned to his own locker. “Watch your mouth, Barou.”

Kyoji decided to consider this a win.

—--------------------------------------

No matter how carefully Kyoji avoided the subject, Haru had been correct. Walking Keiko home had become a habit. It really wasn’t intentional – Kyoji just wanted to help her avoid Haru for those first few days. But Keiko turned out to be much more interesting than Kyoji suspected. It turned out they were both bookworms, and although she didn’t play football she was as obsessed with it as he was. They were surprised to learn that she loved art and theater, that she helped with costume design for school plays and community productions. Keiko frankly made them feel boring, but she never treated him like he was. She seemed interested in what Kyoji was reading, how their football season was going. Their conversations after school quickly became the best part of his day.

“So Barou,” Keiko said one afternoon as they stood in front of her house. “My dads got some really great comp tickets for the U-20 match against Turkey, but they’re both going to a Blue Lock reunion thing. They said I could use the tickets – do you wanna come with me?”

Kyoji’s brain short circuited, his mouth forming an answer almost automatically. “I would love that.”

Keiko smiled, and Kyoji felt lightheaded. “Great! I’ll text you the details tonight – here, put your contact in my phone.”

She handed them her phone and pretended not to notice when they almost dropped it.

—--------------------------

Match day was bright and calm; the mood in the Kunigami-Chigiri household was not.

“Keiko! We’re leaving in ten minutes, you good?” Kunigami called from the foot of the stairs. He got a frustrated groan in response. He sighed and trudged up to his daughter’s room.

“What’s the issue now?” Kunigami asked. He leaned against the doorframe and dug his fingernails into his palm to distract himself from the piles of clothes strewn around the room.

“I have nothing to weaaaaar,” Keiko moaned. She sat on the foot of her bed and stared at the clothes on the floor. 

“What’s wrong with what you’re wearing now? It’s a football match, it doesn’t matter.”

“Dad! Barou’s never seen me in anything but my school uniform! I don’t want them to think I’m a  total slob when I’m left to my own devices!”

“You look nice!”

“Daddy!” Keiko yelled, which brought Chigiri running from the living room. 

“What?! What happened?” the other man asked when he arrived. “Oh. Your closet exploded.”

Kunigami laughed, which only made Keiko sulk. “I don’t have any decent clothes and Barou’s going to think I’m a slob and Dad is no help at all.”

“What’s wrong with what you’re wearing now?” Chigiri asked. Kunigami let his forehead fall against the doorframe as Keiko once again groaned in frustration.

“Okay, okay, c’mon, you just need some perking up, that’s all,” Chigiri said in his most soothing voice. “The flannel and jeans you have on are perfect. Let’s just do something different with your hair…”

Twenty minutes later, they dropped a placated Keiko off at the train station and watched her immediately find Kyoji waiting for her. 

“So how did you become the Teen Girl Whisperer?” Kunigami asked as they drove away. “I’ve lived with her for exactly the same amount of time and I definitely do not have that power.”

Chigiri laughed. “She reminds me of my sister. I drove her crazy, so I learned how to calm her down before she could tell Mom.”

“I also have sisters,” Kunigami pointed out.

“True, but they had each other. And I can’t imagine you being an asshole little brother, Hero.”

Kunigami blushed and let his husband have the win.

—-----------------------------

Kyoji waved when they saw Keiko get out of her dads’ car. She did her best to look casual as she walked over to him.

“Hey, thanks for coming,” she said. He wore one of his dad’s old jerseys; she wondered idly how willingly the older Barou had relinquished it.

“Wouldn’t have missed it.” They jammed their hands in their pockets as if they didn’t know what to do with them. “I would’ve offered to drive you but Dad is taking my sisters with him and they’re…a lot.”

“How many siblings do you have?”

“Just the two sisters. They’re twins, and they’re ten, and they think they know everything.”

“Doesn’t sound familiar at all.”

“Shut up.” Kyoji laughed and bumped her shoulder, tried to ignore the electric feeling that shot through his arm and settled into his chest. I’m too young to be having a heart attack, right?, they thought.

Keiko smiled at them and nudged their shoulder, too. “Hm, don’t think I will.” 

Then she winked at him.

Fuck, he thought. She’s gonna kill me.

—---------------------------

By the time they reached the stadium, Keiko and Kyoji were holding hands. Keiko wasn’t sure how it started, really. One moment they’d been talking about Turkey’s midfielders, her hand resting on the space between their seats. The next, Kyoji’s fingers were laced with hers, their thumb running back and forth over the back of her hand. 

She had no idea what happened in the game; she only knew that Kyoji was next to her, that he talked to her and smiled at her and kept holding her hand. 

I’ll have to watch a highlight reel before Dad and Daddy get home, she thought. If they try to talk to me about it I’ll look crazy.

It was already late when the game ended, but the Blue Lock reunion was far from over. 

“Did you want to make an appearance?” Kyoji asked after showing Keiko a text from the elder Barou: ‘probably home at 12ish, try not to burn the house down.’

“Not especially.”

“Wanna head toward home and figure it out from there?”

“Sure.”

They were barely off the train when it began to rain heavily. Kyoji frowned, then turned to Keiko.

“Let’s go to my house for a bit, it’s closer than yours. Just ‘til it stops raining?”

—--------------------------

They were soaked by the time they arrived at Kyoji’s house. They lent Keiko a dry sweatshirt and shorts, which were so oversized on her that she practically disappeared in their bulk. She laughed; he blushed and busied himself by searching in his dresser for socks.

When they turned around, Keiko was sitting on his bed. 

Get it together Kyoji, he thought, feeling as if his brain had been through a factory reset. Be cool, act like you have beautiful people sitting on your bed all the time…

“Cute pig plushie,” Keiko said, nodding to a mortifyingly worn stuffed animal on a chair in the corner of the room. Kyoji flushed.

Cockblocked by Mr. Truffles, oh my god.

“Gift from the twins,” they lied. Please don’t let her notice how old Mr. Truffles is, for the love of god, please. “Want to watch a movie while your clothes dry?”

They grabbed their laptop and sat next to, but still out of arm’s reach of, Keiko. She bantered with him about what to watch before relenting to something innocuous. Before the opening credits were over, she scooched closer to them.

“So I can see the screen better,” she said by way of explanation. Kyoji raised their eyebrows, picked up their arm. An offer. She grinned and cuddled into his side, happily resting her head on his chest as he embraced her. 

Warm, dry, and comfortable, they fell asleep within a half hour. 

—---------------------------

Just past midnight, Chigiri and Kunigami opened their front door and stepped into a dark hallway. 

“That’s weird,” Kunigami noted. “Keiko usually leaves that light on when she’s home alone.”

“She probably just got distracted.” 

Kunigami nodded, but an uneasy feeling had already taken root in his stomach. He kicked off his shoes and made his way to the living room, which was also dark; so was the kitchen when Chigiri went to make himself tea. The house was silent.

“You think she went straight to bed?” he asked Chigiri, who was rooting around in a cabinet.

“Could’ve, it was a pretty late game.”

“I’m gonna go check on her.”

“You do that.”

Kunigami fought the wave of frustration at his husband’s nonchalance. He’s right, there’s no reason to think something is wrong. Just because her last date was awful doesn’t mean this one was…

He arrived at the top of the stairs and found Keiko’s bedroom door still open. He forced himself to take a deep breath.

Just because she normally shuts the door when she goes to bed doesn’t mean she can’t fall asleep accidentally, he scolded himself. Maybe she meant to wait up for us and just conked out –

He told himself he was only closing the door for her. He wasn’t checking up on her, he was just closing the door…

He stuck his head into the room and found an empty bed.

“HYOMA!”

—-----------------

Barou Shouei had just dumped two sleeping ten-year-olds into their beds when his phone rang. 

The fuck is Chigiri calling me for? He thought. He hadn’t seen Kyoji yet, surely they weren’t still out with Keiko…?

“Chigiri?”

“Barou,” Chigiri said. He sounded like he’d been holding his breath. “Barou, Keiko never came home.”

Barou’s stomach skipped dropping and simply disappeared. Fuck, fuck fuck –

“Are you sure?” he asked dumbly, as if Chigiri was looking for a lost glove. Fuck –

“She’s not in her bed, everything is exactly how we left it this afternoon, her bag isn’t here –” Chigiri’s voice broke in a way Barou instantly recognized.

“Okay, I’m sure she’s fine, we’ll find her –”

“Can you ask Kyoji where they last saw her? I don’t even know where to start looking.”

“Yeah, yeah of course. I’ll call you back.”

“Thanks Barou.”

He half-ran to Kyoji’s room, screwed his eyes shut as he knocked. C’mon, Kyoji, be in there, please…

His panic overwhelmed his sense of propriety. I can live with maybe seeing him jacking off as long as he’s not fucking missing, he thought. He threw open the door and charged inside.

There, on the bed, was Kyoji, asleep and cuddled up with Keiko. Who was wearing Kyoji’s clothes. 

The noise must’ve woken Kyoji, because they startled and sat bolt upright.

“Dad?!”

“Your friend’s dad is looking for her,” Barou said, voice low and calm in a way that sent a shiver of fear down Kyoji’s spine. Keiko sat up and looked at her phone, the color draining from her face when she saw the time and six missed calls from each of her dads.

Barou stepped back into the hall and called Chigiri, who answered on the first ring. “Found your kid,” Barou said. 

—-------------------------

Keiko was already on the porch when Chigiri and Kunigami pulled up to Barou’s house. Barou and Kyoji were next to her, Barou looking tired and irritated, Kyoji pale and seemingly unable to decide how close they could be to Keiko. 

She shuffled down the path toward the car, not looking at the front windows. Chigiri rolled his window down and waved to the people on the porch. “Thanks, Barou.” 

Keiko turned and weakly waved to Kyoji. When she finally turned back to the car and caught Chigiri’s eye, he turned back to the road. “Get in the car, Keiko.”

—------------------------------------

“So what happened to your clothes?” Kunigami asked after they pulled away. “‘Cause that’s definitely not what you were wearing when you left.”

“We got caught in the rain and Kyoji’s house was closest. They let me borrow some dry clothes. We just fell asleep.”

“Really? Because it didn’t sound like their dad saw you two when he got home.”

“We were in Kyoji’s room.”

“If you were just waiting for your clothes to dry, why did you need to be in their bedroom?”

“We took turns changing in their bathroom, we were just already there.”

Kunigami hummed but didn’t argue. Chigiri remained silent, staring at the road ahead.

“Daddy?” Keiko asked, her voice trembling. 

“We’ll talk later, Keiko,” Chigiri said, his voice low. After a beat, Kunigami glanced in the rearview mirror and saw Keiko wipe her eyes with the sleeve of Kyoji’s sweatshirt.

—--------------------------

“You look exhausted, Princess,” Kunigami said the next morning as he sat a cup of coffee in front of his husband and kissed his temple.

“Didn’t sleep much.” Kunigami hummed, didn’t respond. “Every time I started to drift off I just heard you calling for me and telling me Keiko wasn’t in her room.”

“You should’ve woken me up.”

“Why? So we’d both be tired?”

“So I could help you feel better.”

“I don’t understand how you’re over it so quickly. You were panicked last night and then we got home and you just fell asleep.”

Kunigami blinked at him. “Yeah, I was panicked when our daughter was missing. And I was upset that she caused all that because she didn’t have her phone where it would wake her up. But we found her, she was safe the whole time, and it was just a dumb mistake that she probably won’t make again. We’re good.”

“You just want to let it go?!”

“I mean, I think we should talk to her about it. But I don’t think we need to make it into a bigger deal than it is.”

“Barou found her in his kid’s bed, wearing his kid’s clothes, when she was supposed to be home.”

Kunigami sighed and massaged his brow. “Hyoma, she’s a teenager. She’s going to fuck up sometimes. And she’s going to have relationships, and she’s probably going to do stuff with those partners we don’t wanna know about. That all just comes with the territory.”

“We need to at least know where she is! What if she really was missing and we just assumed she was with Kyoji?”

“I agree, and that’s why we’re gonna talk to her and set some rules about answering her phone.”

Chigiri pushed his coffee away and pulled his knees to his chest. Kunigami realized with a pang that Chigiri was crying.

“Oh, Princess.”

Kunigami rubbed his husband’s back, felt Chigiri’s sobs as they shook his whole body. Over the smaller man’s head, Keiko appeared in the doorway before disappearing back into the hall.

—----------------------------------

Keiko was sprawled on her bed when Chigiri knocked, only nodded when he asked if he could come in. She sat up when he settled on the edge of the mattress but didn’t look at him. 

“Can we talk about last night?”

She sighed. “I’m sorry, Daddy. I messed up. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

Chigiri winced at her monotone. How did she manage to make ‘Daddy’ sound like an accusation?

“I know you didn’t, Lovebug. I trust you more than that.”

“Then why does everything I do freak you out so much?”

Ouch. Chigiri shifted to be more in Keiko’s line of sight.

“Keiko, the Haru issue and you not being home last night scared me because I love you. If anything happened to you I…I can’t even think about it. You and your Dad are the most important thing in my life.”

Keiko pulled her knees to her chest and propped her chin up so she could look at him. 

“But I probably overreacted.” Chigiri sighed and fought to hold Keiko’s gaze. “You know how your Dad and I went through the Blue Lock program?”

Keiko nodded.

“I was your age when that happened. It was…a lot. I’d just gotten over tearing my ACL, I went from living with your grandma and aunt to being locked away with hundreds of other boys who were trying to wreck me, I met your Dad and fell in love with him then had him taken away, and then he came back and was…not the same. For a long time.”

“That’s a lot.”

“Yeah, it was. But I thought I was dealing with it. And then you started having more grown-up problems than you used to. And I started feeling like you were going to have the same experiences I did, except this time it was happening to the most important person in my life.”

Keiko didn’t respond but scooched over to lean against her dad. Chigiri felt like he could breathe for the first time in hours.

“I’m sorry I haven’t been as helpful as I should’ve been, Lovebug.”

“I’m sorry I’ve been scaring you.”

Chigiri pulled her into a hug and kissed the crown of her head. When she pulled away, she fixed him with a mischievous look.

“So can I know why you hate Isagi Yoichi so much?”

Chigiri sighed dramatically and flopped back onto the bed, earning a laugh from his daughter. 

“First of all, he’s the one who got between me and your Dad at Blue Lock, even though he knew how much we meant to each other, because he was more focused on what would make him look the best than, y’know, the human beings around him. And then he spent the whole time I was on his team reminding me that if I wanted your Dad back, I would have to be better at football. And then was an absolute dick about it when your Dad got eliminated.”

“Yikes.”

“And he’s just never been willing to admit he did anything wrong.”

“Isagi Haru is a lot like that.”

“So I’ve noticed.”

Chigiri stood up and pulled Keiko into another hug. “Are we okay?”

She snuggled into his embrace. “Yeah, we’re okay.”

He let her go and went toward the door. “But if you pull something like last night again, you’re grounded until you’re 30.”

She laughed. “Deal.”

[lemonyko0]

Drinking Games - jjk

"you wanna kiss me soooo bad."

» genre: angst, fluff, slight crack

» word count: 1.6k

Drinking Games - jjk

"truth or dare is so lame! play a drinking game, or something." jimin yells entering the master bedroom. the rest of the group settles around the floor and on the bed, lounging around as we all decided to take our little group upstairs to play some games, except no one can agree what to play. "some of us have to be sober enough to drive out of here." eunmi rolled her eyes.

i grinned and nodded along, "some of us simply just don't want to drink that much." i added, leaning into eunmi as she smiled at me.

"or you're just a lightweight who's afraid she'll embarrass herself if she gets drunk." jungkook says coldly with a chuckle from the other side of the room, taking a long sip of the beer in his hand. i stare at him with unamused eyes, before downing the rest of my solo cup and throwing it at him.

"worry about yourself asshat, or do you just flirt like a twelve year old?" eunmi and i crack up at my joke as jungkook gives a raging glare, "don't be so mad jungkookie! not everyone has the confidence to flirt like a normal person-"

"god shut up! the sexual tension in this room is suffocating.” taehyung interrupts, no longer amused. "you hate each other, we get it. how about we play seven minutes in heaven. with this big ass master closet.” he swings the doors open on the master closet, and he was right, it was practically the size of another bedroom. “with one rule." he stops talking and waits for the complaints, but no one objects. "only rule? don't be boring."

everyone nods and sits in the circle, grabbing an empty bottle and placing in the middle, "since jungkook started an argument with y/n, i say he gets to go first."

“great idea!” i raise my new cup to that and jungkook cries.

"what? fuck you that's not-"

"do it pussy." jimin giggles at his friends misfortune. jungkook lets out an angry sigh and spins the bottle hard, leaning back and watching it spin around, "wait what happens if it lands on a guy?"

jimin ticks his head, "re-spin if you're straight." they give awkward looks to each other before the bottle stops, sealing his fate and my doom.

taehyung claps his hands together, "perfect! jungkook and y/n! up and out of here."

"can i count as a dude? re-spin-"

"no, up! you agreed to play." taehyung grabs my arm and pulls me to my feet then towards the closet door.

"you kinda look like a dude, if that makes you feel better." jungkook says before shutting the closet door behind him. i roll my eyes and lean against the wall, looking up at him giving me a weird look.

"what?" i cross my arms.

he chuckles, "nothing. you're just short."

i scrunch my nose and lean towards him, “tall enough to do this.” i flick his forehead and he catches my wrist with a scowl.

"bad girl y/n." i pull my arm away from him and lean back into my corner. "you know, what you said in there actually got me thinking."

i laugh, “you have thoughts? i always thought of your head like a void.”

he drops his eyes as if silently saying seriously? before actually speaking, “you’re actually onto something. you know when i first met you i was speechless. you just thought i was shy, but i really didn't know how to talk to you.”

“speaking to me like a normal human wasn't an option?” i question, skeptical of his story.

“i-it just wasn't that easy! id never been like that before, where i just overthought everything i wanted to say so i couldn't say anything to you.”

i shrug, “i just figured you didn't like me.”

he scratches the back of his neck, “yeah well, now you know that wasn't the case. i-i actually really liked you, and then you made that mean joke about me not being able to talk to women, and i'll be honest, it hurt, since i liked you, so i made a hurtful joke back-”

“yeah the one about me trying to get with a guy who was clearly gay? remember it vividly jeon.”

“anyway, in some contorted way, that became the only comfortable way to talk to you." he takes a step towards me, leaving no room for me to move, “so i know this game is meant for two people to make out or even worse, but maybe you'll take this instead.”

his hand gently grips my chin and he leans down but i quickly push his chest, "you’re off limits jeon, and you've been drinking.” i sigh and he steps back, offended and dejected. “how much longer do we have in here?"

his face turns into one of amusement, “about five, bet i could make you beg for me in four.” he says sleazily, stepping back towards me.

i laugh, and stick my hand out but he holds his ground, leaving my hand against his chest, "away you perv. unless you're going to give a genuine confession or happen to be extremely attractive, i don't put out." i grin.

"i'm not hot to you?!" he practically shouts, giggles erupting from the other side of the door.

i shush him and place a hand on his shoulder, "jungkook, you're embarrassing yourself."

"no y/n you are!” he's a little quieter this time in his declaration, the alcohol clearly showing by now. “i just told you i'm not good with words around you, a-and that i really liked you when i met you and that you were the one that started this annoying bickering and you won't even take me seriously!”

“what do you want me to say? that i'm sorry for making a joke that you chose to keep up with for two years?” i scoff, “takes two to tango, jungkook.”

he groans in annoyance, “god you really are a piece of work. yes! i want an apology. i’m sorry for not being honest earlier and for any harm i caused you.”

i can't decipher his actions tonight, other than the simple solution that liquid courage is the reason he decided to be so honest. i exhale, “i’m sorry too, for making that joke and hurting your feelings. i didnt know how you felt back then, and if i did i wouldn't have said that.”

he nods and thanks me, leaving us to spend the last four minutes in silence until i laugh.

his brows furrow, “what's funny?”

i cover my grin with my hand and shake my head, “nothing, just, remembering back then.” he stares at me, silently encouraging me to continue, “i was wondering why i’d say that to you, and i remember thinking how cute you were when i first met you, and it sucked that you didn't talk to me, so i said that. so if anything, we both wronged each other from the start.”

instead of the actual point of my story, jungkook latches onto this, eyes beaming, “you liked me?!” he says, receiving no answer, “you thought i was cute…”

i roll my eyes, “that's what you got out of that-”

“do you still think i’m cute?” he excitedly asks, staring at me intently.

“i-i would rather not say.”

he scowls at first then smirks, “that means you do.” he lifts his chin in the air, “it's ok y/n, most women can't resist my charm, i wouldn't expect you to be any different.”

i shake my head, fighting a laugh, “whatever, and you don’t still have a thing for me?”

he puffs his chest and crosses his arms, “of course not, it's been two years.”

i nod sarcastically, “hm, okay, so that's why you tried to kiss me earlier?”

he scoffs, “you must be confused, i don't recall.”

“mm okay okay, so if i do this,” i close the gap between us, positioning myself directly in front of him and draping my arms around his neck lazily, one of my hands slowly pulling his head down, “you won't kiss me?”

he blanks for a moment before grinning, “tempting offer.”

i laugh, “you're staring at my lips.”

his eyes shoot up to mine, “only because i’m expecting you to give in, since you wanna kiss me so bad.”

i scoff, “i would have already if i wanted to.”

his eyes glaze back down to my lips and he stares, shaking his head, “god you're fucking annoying.”

i open my mouth to yell at him but he presses his lips against mine before i hey the chance to protest.

the kiss is surprisingly good, feverish but soft, and he pulls away first, looking at me cautiously before he grins, “see? you did wanna kiss me so bad.”

i scoff, “you literally kissed me!”

he mocks my exact words in response and i cut him off, pulling him back in and crashing my lips against his, rough enough to effectively push him against the wall closely behind him.

this time he doesn't hold back, licking at my lips and taking my invitation in when i part them, his hands grabbing at my waist as mine become entangled in his hair.

we stay pressed against each other just like that until loud and constant bangs come from the door, “time is up! get out losers.”

we pull away and stare at each other breathlessly, until i make the first move of backing up and wiping my out, “might wanna fix your hair.” is all i tell him before walking out.

taehyung examines us with surprise, "you didn't tear each others eyes out?" he laughs,

"his cheeks are red as hell." jimin points out.

jungkook wines and hold his face, "it's the liquor."

taehyung scoffs, "if the liquor's name is y/n then i'd believe you."

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"I promise, there's nothing to be worried about with this. Nobody's gonna see you here!" Eddie laughed, pulling out his lunchbox.

He had taken you to the room the Hellfire Club used for Dungeons and Dragons and had you sit beside him while he sat on his throne.

"It's not like I'm that worried, I just don't want to get suspended for buying drugs on school grounds," you retorted. "My parents would murder me if I got sent home again."

"Which is why I brought you here. Do you really think anyone is going to come to check in on us here?" He leaned back in his chair and yelled a quick "Hello? Hello? Anyone there?" that made you jump.

"Eddie! Quit!" You smacked his arm lightly but smiled at his antics. He was always so animated, unafraid to be loud, and proud of himself. You appreciated that about him a lot. He brought out the good in you, despite what a lot of people would believe about him.

He really was so much more than he got credit for, and him being your friend was one of the highlights of your senior year.

"So, I'll do a half-ounce for ten bucks. Hellfire and best friend discount."

Eddie pulled out a large sealed bag and plopped it on the table right in front of you. The bud inside looked good, especially in comparison to some of the shit you'd had before.

"Are you sure? That's like totally robbing you, you know."

He waved a hand in the air, trying his best to alleviate your worries. "I've gotta get rid of this anyways to get some new shit in."

You nodded and picked up the bag, noticing a joint inside of it already rolled. "Hey, Eddie?"

"Yeah?"

You paused as you stared at it. Did you really want to smoke in the school?

"Do you want to smoke in the school?"

His face lit up and he jumped up, clapping excitedly. "Yes! I would love to break any and every rule with you. Please, be my guest."

Eddie pulled a lighter out of his pocket and threw it towards you. "Spark it, dude."

You threw your head back and let out a loud laugh, passing the joint back to Eddie. "I swear! I thought I was going to die when she said that to me," you said with a grin.

"Thrilled that you didn't, really. After all, what would I do without my new smoke buddy?" He teased.

"I don't remember agreeing to that, Munson."

Eddie rolled his eyes and grabbed the bag, dangling it in front of your face.

"You obviously didn't read the fine print about buying this. Within the fine print, my friend, there is a line mentioning that this officially means you are required to smoke with me." He stood up and moved behind you, ruffling your hair before plucking the joint from your lips.

“Was the weed worth your money?” He asked from behind you.

"Definitely," you replied as your eyes slipped shut.

Your mouth worked faster than your brain; Then again, your brain had basically shut off. You were absolutely floating, forgetting entirely about your earlier worries of getting caught.

"Eddie Munson, you are the most attractive man I have ever met," you said plainly. You clapped a hand over your mouth, immediately realizing what you'd just admitted.

He really was, though! The way he lit up when playing Dungeons and Dragons, the way he was overdramatic in his actions and gestures, and the way he was so absolutely kind to you while simultaneously getting on your nerves.

"And you are the most attractive woman I have ever met. I mean, really! Look at you!" He pulled back to gesture to your sitting figure. "You're sweet. You're funny, smart, and creative? The whole package, dude!" He glanced away for a second and cleared his throat. "Someone will be beyond lucky to have you."

"I pray every night my knight in shining armor will pop up on my doorstep with a horse and flowers," you replied sarcastically.

"And I pray I find a horse and flowers and your address," he retorted.

Your personality and style and behavior were considered a turn-off to most of the guys in Hawkins. At least that was what you had been told by the ones who had rejected you.

"You're too bitchy."

"Maybe if you dressed differently."

"You hang out with Satanists. No."

Eddie was really one of the only guys that saw you as a person instead of a flesh-puppet for them to project onto. And you loved him for it.

"You think we should ditch out on the rest of the day?" Eddie asked as he packed up his lunchbox. While you had been in your own head he snubbed the joint onto the table and dropped the roach back into your bag.

"You think you can sneak me out of here without anyone seeing?"

Hotboxing Eddie's van wasn't on your to-do list for this fine Thursday afternoon, but here you were doing just that. The fog around you was thick and every breath you took just got you more and more lifted. Music was playing in the background of your in-depth conversation on the likelihood of life on other planets. Your legs were beginning to hurt from sitting in the same position for so long.

"Can I lay in your lap?" You asked casually, already on your way to plop your head on top of his crisscrossed legs.

"Be my guest, doll," He said as he scooched around a bit to make himself more comfortable. You looked up at him with half-lidded eyes and let out a content sigh. You could lay here forever, really.

“If we aren’t married by the time we’re thirty I say we just marry each other,” you stated “Make a pact with me for it.”

He laughed and wrapped a piece of his hair around his finger, bringing it to his face. “Yeah, yeah. I think that’d work out.” He paused, then let out a small laugh. “I don’t think I’ll be married by thirty, so make sure you find someone before then. I’m holding you up on that deal.”

You rolled your eyes. “As if I’d be so upset to marry you.”

“Oh, so you’re saying you would?”

“I’m not saying I wouldn’t,” you shrugged.

The air suddenly felt a little thicker. You have made the pact as a joke, but suddenly it didn’t feel like a joke anymore.

“What about twenty-five?” He asked with a smug grin, pouting over-dramatically when you hit him on the arm.

“You saying you’d marry me even sooner?” You asked quietly.

“I’d marry you right now, sweetheart.” He replied with a soft tone to his voice. “You’re a kick-ass best friend. I guarantee you’d make an even better wife.”

Your face was burning hot, you could feel the embarrassment all across your cheeks and ears. Eddie Munson? Marrying you?

The thought was almost too much to bear. You’d known of your crush on Eddie from the first time you went to Hellfire Club, and you two flirted back and forth often, but hearing him say such sweet things to you had your heart racing.

Call it what you want. Say the weed was the reason, say it was a spur of the moment.

But you kissed him. You pulled him down to where you were laying and kissed him.

And God did he kiss back.

One hand went to the back of your head and the other fell to your arm that was resting on his leg. He was passionate when he kissed. It genuinely felt like he wanted you like he never wanted to stop kissing you.

You pulled away quickly, looking into his eyes. “I’m sorry, I totally should’ve asked you if that was okay and I really just wanted to kids you because I’ve liked you for a long time and-“

He cut you off by kissing him again. He didn’t even give you time to finish your rambling.

To tell the truth, Eddie was thankful you kissed him first. He had spent years pining after you, making you the “missing princess” in his D&D games and flirting with you almost constantly. Making the first move seemed like a bad idea when he already had you so close to him.

He pulled away first this time, smiling brightly at you.

“Will you do me the absolute honor,” He started before putting a hand to his chest over his heart. Always with the dramatics. “Of being my girlfriend?”

You nodded. Of course you did! Your best friend of going on three years officially asked you out.

“I would love nothing more,” you replied.

In the midst of the smoke, you two kissed, a gentle and loving reminder that you two had officially sealed the deal.

“Does this mean I can start calling you Missus Munson?”

[giggly-squiggily]

Drabble: mha top 3 hero tickle fight! Endeavor vs. Hawks vs. Jeanist. They got hit by a quirk where they have to laugh for x amount of time and this is the best way!

~~Headcanons To Dabble Event: OPEN ~~

Heyo! Okay so: Normally I would decline this because Endeavor's on my "Will Not Write For" list...BUT. This headcanon is amazing and I really wanna fill it. Plus I get to write for Lee!Jeanist!

This is the only exception of me writing for Endeavor; after this he's back on the list.

I did motify the headcanon a tiny bit for the sake of the dabble, but either way I hope you like it! :D

“Come now, don’t fight it. Don’t you want your quirk back?” Hawks cooed with an evil laugh, sitting high in a nearby tree as his feathers relentlessly attacked the pros below. “You have to get it out somehow!”

“I dohohohon’t think thihiihiihs is nehehheheceshahahaharry!” Jeanest coughed around snickery laughs, arms tightly around his torso as he sank to the ground. A few short feet away, Endeavor gritted his teeth, steam blowing through his nose as he pushed down the growing mirth. “H-Hawks. Stop!”

A villain had attacked the city that afternoon- one with the oddest quirk yet. A sound wave that planted itself in the target's body and sealed off their quirk. The only way to get rid of it was through constant streams of noise. Hawks was the only one with the incentive to dodge, hence why he still had use of his wings.

And, much to the other’s chagrin, a solution to the problem.

“Just let it out, Enji. You and I both know you want to laugh. Plus, you’ll be able to light up again! Wouldn’t that be nice?” Hawks grinned cheekily from his spot, the feathers around the flame hero focusing along his neck and ears. “Jeanist isn't’ fighting me, and look! He still has his pants! Thanks to me, he won’t walk home in his underwear!”

“My cohoohohohstume ihhihihihisn’t pahahahrt of my quhuuhuhuhuirk!” The blonde sputtered out, curling up in a ball as the feathers worked their way beneath said garment, dancing along his skin and tickling like no tomorrow.

Somewhere deep down, Endeavor knew the blonde was right. He could feel beyond the tickles- his flame churning within, fighting against the sound wave. He just had to let it out. He just wished it wasn’t something so…humiliating. “H-Hawks! Just lehet me yell instehead!”

“Nah.” Hawks winked. “You yell too much as is. Lighten up, bud. Hehe, ‘lighten up’.”

“Dahahhahahamn you!” Endeavor roared, finally breaking beneath the relentless fluttering feathers. His laughter soon joined the others, nearly shaking the world around them. It was utterly embarrassing.

Yet oddly relieving at the same time.

“Hahahhahahahhhawhks pehheahhahahahhahhase! Moohohohoohve sohoohoohmewhehhhehehere ehehehehelse!” Jeanest pleaded, cheeks flushed and tears dotting his eyes.

“IHIIHIHIHIHIHIM GOHOOHOHOHOHING TO FRIHIHIHIHIHIY YOHOHOHOHU ALIHIIHIHIVE!” Endeavor threatened, trying and failing to glare.

“Heh, you two couldn’t be any more different.” Hawks grinned, unfazed by either man. He hummed a happy little tune as he watched the feathers-

Thread shot out across the air, wrapping around each steam and yanking them away from the flame hero. Instantly, Endeavor fell to his knees, gasping for breath as he turned to look. “Gohohohood work…Jehehanist.”

The jeaned man was in no better state, one arm out as he gathered the remaining feathers, his quirk back in full force. “I thihihink…it’s over?”

Endeavor raised a hand. Instantly it ignited. “Bahack to normal.”

“Good! I’m glad it all worked out, gentleman.” Hawks hopped down with a grin, clapping his hands. “Now, shall we get back to lunch?”

The pair looked at one another. “Jeanist? How strong are those threads of yours?”

“Strong enough to hold down a rather irritating birdman, if that’s what you're asking.” The blonde replied cooly.

“Good.” Endeavor turned to a wide eyed Hawks, taking a step forward as the younger hero began to sweat. “Keep him nice and still for me.”

"E-Enji! No need to be so hasty!" Hawks backed up, wide eyed when his legs were suddenly stuck. "We can work this out without violence right?"

"Oh don't worry." Endeavor grinned, raising a wiggling claw. "I just want to make sure your not affected by the quirk yourself."

I hope this was good!

[legends-of-time]

Thorn Bush (Doctor Who Story)

Chapter 7: The Big Bang

Masterlist

Kathy knows that 1,894 years are supposed to pass and that her and River are in a time loop. Thank goodness that it actually doesn't feel like that long though Kathy can feel the time loop and is sort of aware of it happening but can't really recall how many times or what she was doing.

Due to the TARDIS exploding, everything in the sky would've gone. Rory had likely killed/harmed Amy unintentionally so she would have been placed in the Pandorica where the Doctor had been so that little her 1,894 years in the future could revive her, which coincidentally revives a Dalek.

Kathy connects the wires as the TARDIS continues to spark and explode. River opens the doors to the TARDIS only to be met by a stone wall.

"I'm sorry, my love." River looks back over her shoulder, to Kathy, who stands in the steps, as the console explodes with a bright light.

The sequence starts over again and Kathy finds herself going through the motion of connecting the wires feeling like she had been doing this before. The knowledge that they must be going through the time loop that happened at the beginning of the episode kept her sane. But this time as River runs to the door, the Doctor appears.

"Hi, honey. I'm home." He casually says leaning against the door with a fez on his head.

River looks at her watch. "And what sort of time do you call this?"

"Tell me about it!" Kathy yells from behind them.

——

The Doctor uses River's time vortex manipulator and they appear on the roof of the museum to find Amy and Rory in front of them.

"Amy! And the plastic Centurion?" River greets. Kathy commends her acting talent for acting like she's never met her father before.

"It's OK, he's on our side." The Doctor reassures. "Kathy could tell you that."

"Yep."

"Really? I dated a Nestene duplicate once... swappable head, it did keep things fresh." River says.

Kathy lets out a snort. "Seriously?"

"What? So did you!" Kathy gapes at her. Jesus, what will she get up to?

"Spoilers!"

Rory waves awkwardly. "Hi Kathy."

Kathy waves back. "Hi Rory, never met you before but hi."

Rory frowns. "You haven't?"

"Nope!"

River claps her hands together. "Right then, I have questions. But number one is this... What in the name of sanity have you got on your head?"

"It's a fez. I wear a fez now. Fezzes are cool." The Doctor remarks as if it's obvious, which it is.

Kathy grins. "Very cool."

With a look from River, Amy grabs the fez from the Doctor's head and throws it into the sky and River shoots it before Kathy can stop her.

"Oh!" The Doctor cries.

"Seriously?!" Kathy exclaims at the same time.

"Exterminate!" A Dalek appears, levitating up the side of the building.

"Run, run, move, move. Go! Come on!" The Doctor yells. The Doctor covers their retreat by holding up the satellite dish as a shield as the Dalek fires. They climb back through the stairwell.

——

The Doctor stands on the ladder and uses the sonic screwdriver to seal the hatch. River has her gun aimed at it, just in case.

"Doctor, come on." River urges.

"Shh. It's moving away, finding another way in." He climbs down the ladder. "It needs to restore its power before it can attack again. Now, that means we've got exactly," he checks his watch, "four and a half minutes before it's at lethal capacity." He continues downstairs past them.

"How do you know?" Rory asks.

The Doctor pauses. "Because that's when it's due to kill me." Kathy remembers that the comment isn't the whole truth.

River whips round in alarm. "Kill you? What do you mean, kill you?" She looks at Kathy in alarm. Kathy shakes her head to indicate no questions as they all follow the Doctor.

"Oh, shut up, never mind. How can that Dalek even exist?" The Doctor moves into the hallway. "It was erased from time and then it came back. How?"

"You said the light from the Pandorica..." Rory reminds him. They reach the exhibit hall.

"It's not a light, it's a restoration field, but never mind. Call it a light. That light brought Amy back," the Doctor stops causing the rest of them to as well, "but how could it bring back a Dalek when the Daleks have never existed?"

"Do tell great maestro." Kathy says dramatically. River smirks and shakes her head.

"When the TARDIS blew up, it caused a total event collapse. A time explosion. It blasted every atom in every moment of the universe. Except..." the Doctor trails off.

"Except inside the Pandorica." Amy slowly realises.

"The perfect prison." The Doctor continues. "Inside it, perfectly preserved, a few billion atoms of the universe as it was. In theory, you could extrapolate the whole universe from a single one of them, like cloning a body from a single cell. And we've got the bumper family pack."

Rory shakes his head. "No, too fast, I'm not getting it."

"The box contains what the universe used to be, and the light thingy transmits it." Kathy explains.

"Yes! And that's how we're going to do it." The Doctor exclaims.

"Do what?" Amy questions.

"Relight the fire. Reboot the universe. Come on!" He continues on. Kathy and River catch up to the Doctor in the museum hallway with Rory and Amy trailing behind.

"Doctor, you're being completely ridiculous." River reprimands. "The Pandorica partially restored one Dalek. If it can't even reboot a single life form properly, how will it reboot the whole of reality?"

The Doctor stops. "What if we give it a moment of infinite power? Transmit the light from the Pandorica to every particle of space and time simultaneously?"

"Well, that would be lovely, dear, but we can't, because it's completely impossible." River says.

"You're wrong, River." Kathy pipes up.

"Exactly, you see, it's not." He taps River on the forehead. "It's ALMOST completely impossible. One spark is all we need."

"For what?" River asks.

The Doctor whispers. "Big Bang Two! Now listen..." The Doctor is shot by the Dalek and falls to the floor.

The Dalek trundles down the hall. "Exterminate! Exterminate!"

River is at the Doctor's side while Kathy stands there in shock; she hasn't seen some shot by a Dalek in person before. Rory takes Amy out of the way. "Get back. River, Kathy, get back now!"

"Exterminate!" Rory fires through his gun hand at the Dalek and it is drained of energy.

"Doctor. Doctor, it's me, River. Can you hear me? What is it? What do you need" Struggling, the Doctor activates the manipulator and disappears. "Where did he go?" River stands. "Damn it, he could be anywhere."

"He went downstairs. 12 minutes ago." Amy tells her solemnly.

"Show me!" River yells.

"River, he died."

"Technically no." Kathy says.

Before anyone can question her, the Dalek speaks, "Systems restoring! You will be exterminated!"

"We've got to move. That thing's coming back to life." Rory says.

"You go to the Doctor. I'll be right with you." Amy and Rory leave. Kathy pauses. "You too Kathy."

"But—"

"Please. I'll be fine."

Kathy reluctantly nods and follows Rory and Amy.

——

Kathy, Amy and Rory arrive on the stairs where the latter two had left the Doctor's "body". Rory's jacket is there, but no body.

"How could he have moved? He was dead!" Rory runs down the stairs yelling, "Doctor? Doctor!"

"But he was dead!" Amy protests.

"Yeah but who told you that?" Kathy remarks. River joins them.

"He did."

River walks calmly down the stairs. "Rule one. The Doctor lies."

"Where's the Dalek?" Amy questions.

"It died."

——

Kathy, River, Amy and Rory make their way through the exhibit hall. Ahead of them, Kathy sees the Doctor inside the Pandorica in the room ahead.

"Doctor!" Amy tells as they rush over to him. Rory and Amy stop while River and Kathy go to check on the Doctor. He was slumped and unconscious.

"Why did he tell us he was dead?" Rory questions.

"We were a diversion. Long as the Dalek was chasing us, he could work down here." Amy concludes.

"Exactly." Kathy says nodding to Amy. The redhead smiles.

"Doctor, can you hear me? What were you doing?" River demands, cradling his face.

"What's happening?" Rory asks and Kathy steps out to see the "sun" is closer, brighter through the window in the ceiling. She also sees that the displays are empty around them and in the exhibit hall. They need to get moving.

"Reality's collapsing. It's speeding up. Look at this room." River explains. Amy and Rory begin to look around and notice themselves.

"Where did everything go?" Amy asks.

"History is being erased, nothing happened. Ever. We don't have much time." Kathy explains.

River turns back to the Doctor, trying to wake him. "Doctor, what were you doing? Tell us! Doctor?"

The Doctor slowly comes to. "Big... Bang... Two."

"The Big Bang. That's the beginning of the universe, right?" Rory says.

"What, and Big Bang Two is the bang that brings it back? Is that what you mean?" Amy asks. The Doctor gives a small nod.

"He's preparing the Pandorica to go into the TARDIS." Kathy adds. Might as well just point blank tell them.

"Oh!" River realises the plan.

"What does that mean? What will it do?" Amy asks again.

"The TARDIS is still burning and is the centre of the explosion of every point in history. So throwing the Pandorica into the explosion with the light..." Kathy trails off in her explanation.

"Will what?" Amy questions.

"The light from the Pandorica would explode everywhere at once, just like he said." River concludes.

"That would work? That would bring everything back?" 

"It's a restoration field and the TARDIS, which is exploding at every point in history, will power it." Kathy finishes.

"Oh, that's brilliant. It might even work!" River exclaims. She pulls out the sonic screwdriver and runs it along the wires. "He's wired the vortex manipulator to the rest of the box."

"Why?" Amy asks.

"So he can take it with him. He's going to fly the Pandorica into the heart of the explosion." River realises.

The sky becomes a brilliant orange as Kathy and River help the Doctor finalise the Pandorica. Amy and Rory are standing together, just watching.

"Don't know me too well right now, do you?" The Doctor murmurs to Kathy.

"Only had a handful of meetings." She answers simply as she doesn't want to give anything away. River glances at her sadly before carrying on with what she is doing, giving them a semblance of privacy.

"You will still get to see many wonderful things."

"So will you." Kathy insists.

"I'll be on the wrong side. I won't exist." He argues. Kathy feels like there's more to what he's saying by the look he gives her. More than what she knows.

"You will." Kathy counters. "You just need the mind of a brilliant red head that waited."

He nods. "I need to speak with Amy."

River and Kathy come out of the Pandorica. Amy and Rory are hugging.

"Amy... He wants to talk to you." River tells her.

"So, what happens here? Big Bang Two? What happens to us?" Amy asks sniffing.

"We all wake up where we ought to be. None of this ever happens and we don't remember it." River answers. Kathy knows that the River they know won't exist without the Doctor though she'll be able to cling on long enough to give Amy the book.

"River, Kathy... tell me he comes back, too."

"The Doctor will be the heart of the explosion." Kathy says.

"So?"

"So all the cracks in time will close, but he'll be on the wrong side... Trapped in the void between the universes. Every memory of him will disappear from the universe as he will never have been born." Kathy explains. "Please Amy, he wants to talk to you before that happens."

"Not to either of you?"

"We've talked." Kathy replies.

"And he doesn't really know me yet. Now he never will." Kathy sees she's hurt by this and puts her arm around her.

Amy walks slowly to the Pandorica. "Hi."

The Doctor replies weakly, "Amy Pond. The girl who waited. All night in your garden. Was it worth it?"

"Shut up. Of course it was." Amy snaps.

"You asked me why I was taking you with me and I said..."No reason". I was lying." The Doctor prompts.

Kathy remembers she had found a doll of herself in Tudor wear so she knows it's going to happen to her in a couple hundred years. She walks away fearing she'll hear too many spoilers. The ground shakes after a couple of minutes.

"Doctor! It's speeding up!" River cries.

Amy places the sonic screwdriver in his pocket.

"There's going to be a very big bang. Big Bang Two. Try and remember your family and they'll be there." The Doctor says to her.

"How can I remember them if they never existed?" Amy asks.

"Because... you're special. That crack in your wall, all that time, the universe pouring into your head. You brought Rory back... you can bring them back, too. You just remember, and they'll be there." Yeah and we never see them again after this episode.

Amy backs away. "You won't."

"You'll have your family back. You won't need your imaginary friend any more." The Doctor laughs weakly. "Amy Pond... crying over me, eh? Guess what?"

"What?"

"Gotcha." Kathy smiles tearfully as she watches.

The Pandorica closes. Amy walks slowly backwards, not taking her eyes from the Pandorica, even as it begins to glow.

"Back! Get back!" River pushes Amy out of the way. The Pandorica launches into the sky.

Kathy, River, Rory and Amy are sitting on the floor against a wall as they watch the Pandorica shoot further into the sky.

River receives the message on her communicator. "It's from the Doctor." She looks skyward.

"What does it say?" Amy asks.

"Geronimo." Kathy replies without looking.

The Pandorica shoots on its collision course with the TARDIS. When the TARDIS and Pandorica meet, space explodes. And, just as suddenly, time reverses.

——

Next thing Kathy knows is her waking up and seeing a bright blue sky above her. Where is she?

"Kathy!" Kathy turns to the voice to see River running over to her. She sees she's in a field.

"You're okay, you will be okay." River wraps her in a tight hug. Why is River so worried? She looks over Ricer's shoulder to see what she thinks is Leadworth in the distance.

"What do you mean River?" Kathy asks.

River pulls back. "I gave Amy my diary that is now blank. It'll help her remember so the Doctor will return soon."

Oh right of course. Though Kathy is mildly miffed that River hadn't answered her question, she brushes it under the rug. "Are they having the reception yet?"

River shakes her head. "Not yet, they're still in the church but will be out soon."

Kathy nods. "Good." She then gives River a smirk. "Are you going to the reception or will I be heading over on my own?"

River laughs. "You know the answer. I'll hover outside but you can join me later."

Kathy stands and looks down at what she's wearing. The leggings, top and jacket she's currently wearing don't exactly scream wedding. "I'll need something to wear."

"Already sorted." River winks. She holds out a floor length blue dress with short sleeves.

——

Kathy waits outside the reception hall all done up and waiting to make her entrance once the Doctor returns and everyone remembers.

She hears Amy begin yelling to her father to shut up.

"Sorry. Sorry, everyone. But when I was a kid, I had two imaginary friends. The raggedy Doctor and tattered Kathy. My raggedy Doctor and tattered Kathy. But they weren't imaginary. They were real. I remember you! I remember! I brought the others back, I can bring you home, too. Raggedy man and tattered woman, I remember you, and you are late for my wedding!" Amy finishes.

Well, nice to know how important she is to Amy but also less pleasing is her name.

In the silence, Kathy hears the glasses start to tinkle against each other as the ground starts to shake.

"I found you. I found you in words, like you knew I would. That's why you told me the story... the brand new, ancient blue box. Oh, clever. Very clever." The wind begins to blow and Kathy hears the TARDIS. "Something old. Something new. Something borrowed. Something blue."

The TARDIS noise indicating it's beginning to materialise is heard by Kathy and she hears when it fully lands.

"Hello, everyone. I'm one of Amy's imaginary friends, but I came anyway." The Doctor calls to everyone. Kathy excitedly waits for her entrance as she peaks into the room. The Doctor is wearing a top hat with white tie and tails with a white scarf loosely draped over his shoulders. The TARDIS sits in the middle of the dance floor.

Amy charges to him. "You absolutely, definitely may kiss the bride."

The Doctor plants a finger on Amy's puckered lips. "Amelia! From now on, I shall be leaving the... kissing duties to the brand new Mr Pond." He shakes Rory's hand.

"No, I'm not Mr Pond. That's not how it works." Rory corrects.

"Why not?" Kathy calls to them as she walks into the hall and past the tables of the guests so as to get to the trio in the middle.

"Kathy!" Amy wraps Kathy in a tight hug and Kathy laughs at her reaction.

"Right then, everyone. I'll move my box. You're going to need the space. I only came for the dancing." The Doctor disappears inside. The box dematerialises and all the guests continue to sit in their seats in shock.

"Good to see you Kathy." Rory says to her.

Kathy smiles at him. "You too. You both look brilliant." She then does a spin as she looks at the guests. "Hi everyone! I'm the other imaginary friend! So sorry I missed the ceremony but I am here to show off my amazing moves."

——

The party begins and Kathy is having a great time. Particularly when after the cake was cut, she shoved a slice into the Doctor's face.

They move onto the dance floor and Kathy tries to dance with the Doctor and Amy but she's too busy creasing over with laughter, along with the latter of the two, at the Doctor's own dance to Queen's "Crazy Little Thing Called Love".

"You're terrible. That is embarrassing!" Amy yells just as he does the giraffe move. Kathy snorts and joins in with doing that move because how could she not?

Amy's accusations don't keep the Doctor from teaching the dance to all the children at the reception.

"That's it. That's good. Keep it loose." The Doctor instructs.

"Yes, keep it high. High up." Kathy adds.

——

Kathy slips away from the party, after saying goodbye to Amy and Rory, to find River at the Pond house to get her trip home to the 14th century.

She arrives to hear River ask, "Did you dance? Well, you always dance at weddings, don't you?"

Kathy comes round the bushes to see the Doctor standing in front of the TARDIS with River in front of him.

"You tell me." The Doctor responds.

"Spoilers."

Kathy appears next to River. "Oh he danced."

The Doctor huffs and hands River her journal back. "The writing's all back, but I didn't peek."

"Thank you."

The Doctor gives back the vortex manipulator. "Are you married, River?"

River puts the vortex manipulator on. "Are you asking?"

Kathy tries to hold in her giggles. This scene is too funny.

"Yes."

"Yes."

The Doctor then realises how that could sound. "No, hang on. Did you think I was asking you to marry me, o-o-or asking if you were married?"

"Yes."

"No, but was that "yes", or "yes"?"

"Yes."

Kathy finally lets out her giggles. River gives her a smirk.

"River... who are you?" The Doctor finally asks.

"You're going to find out very soon now. And I'm sorry, but that's when everything changes." River says instead.

"Do you know?" The Doctor asks Kathy.

"A lot but not everything and what I do know well, spoilers." Kathy replies.

"Come on Kathy." River interrupts, holding out her arm.

Kathy sighs and links her arm with River. "Till the next time Doctor."

The Doctor smiles. "Till the next time Kathy."

River activates the vortex manipulator and they disappear.

——

A/N: Please leave comments on how you're enjoying this story and what you think.

[justmanic03]

Amethyst - Chapter Fourteen

A/N: This is a long one. Buckle up, guys and girls!

"Lisa, I'm in the middle of battling Maddie! Can't this wait?" Her interruption had left both Maddie and I visibly agitated.

"No! It can't! We found something really strange! You've got to come right now!" Lisa exclaimed before bursting back out of the door.

"...Is she okay?" Maddie asked me, with a hugely confused look on her face.

"I don't know," I replied. We eventually followed Lisa out of the gym. Outside, we noticed Mackenzie, Danny, Lisa and a few others including Professor Birch, Buzz and Jordan were crowded around something on the floor.

Upon approaching, I quickly realised it was a Pokemon crawling around. It appeared to be an Aron, however, it was shrouded in a pale pink mist. Its movements were also rather strange and robotic-like. "What's happened to it?" I asked.

"I don't know. We just found him like this," Danny shrugged his shoulders.

"This has got Team Moon written all over it..." Buzz grumbled.

"Don't get ahead of yourself, dad," Jordan put his hand on his father's shoulder.

"Yeah, it's probably wise not to jump to any conclusions." Mackenzie advised.

"May I ask, what are you two wearing?!" Maddie was pointing at Lisa and Mackenzie's Moon shirts with squinted, confused eyes.

"Uh... clothes?" Lisa clapped back sarcastically.

"Guys, now really isn't the time!" Professor Birch scolded. "I've examined this Aron, and for some reason, it appears as though its Move Pool is very, very strange."

"Strange in what way?" Maddie inquired.

"It has several psychic-type moves, despite being a steel type. It is really perplexing, as well as moves that I have not heard of before."

"But you're THE Professor Birch! You know everything there is to know about Pokemon including all the moves they can learn..." Jordan remarked.

Professor Birch shook his head. "There is no way any steel-type Pokemon such as this one can learn these psychic-type moves, and that goes double for the unknown ones I haven't heard of. Its move pool has clearly been tampered with intentionally."

"I knew it!" Buzz piped up, causing Jordan to shush him.

"Who was the one who found it?" Maddie asked.

"It was me," Lisa replied. "Just over there behind that bush." She pointed to a small bush on some grass.

Professor Birch continued. "This is not a Type:Null or anything like that. You can't simply force a Pokemon to learn a move that's not compatible with its typing. Not unless you're some kind of engineer with malicious intentions."

"Buzz is right, my money is on Team Moon." Danny interjected. "They have a dodgy history when it comes to weird experiments on Pokemon."

"Stop accusing Team Moon when you have no idea what's happening!" Lisa yelled.

"They have a dodgy history when it comes to everything." Maddie replied. "So, what are we going to do?"

"I'm going to take this little one back to my lab." Professor Birch replied, sealing the corrupted Pokemon away in a Pokeball. "In the meantime, I suggest you all get back to your gym challenge. Your maximum strength is important for the future of Taldourse."

And with that, he began walking away again.

"Hey, Y/N, should we get back to that battle?" Maddie grinned excitedly.

I nodded my head, and we both raced back inside.

****

I grabbed Lily's Pokeball. Maddie had taken down all of my other Pokemon, so now Lily was my last hope.

"And now for the moment we've been waiting for!" Maddie slipped her hand in her dress pocket and pulled out her ionisation chip, prompting me to do the same. Our Pokeballs began to vibrate, and light began to surround them in a dazzling glow. Eventually, Lily's Pokeball sprung out of my hands and she burst out, glowing with a beautiful white shine, as well as having doubled in size. She flung herself into the air, gliding gracefully, and upon diving back down, she was face-to-face with Maddie's equally dazzling Scizor, which had also been ionised.

"Lily, use Hyper Beam!"

Gladlily used Hyper Beam!

There was something special about the attacks from ionised Pokemon. They were somehow even greater in their brilliance than Terastallised or Gigantamax Pokemon. Now I was beginning to understand what was so special about Flossi and Kossi. Not only did they execute their battles with poise and grace, yet they also made the battlefield shine. And in that moment, I couldn't help but smile as Maddie and I were making this stadium shine too, albeit to a much smaller degree. Knowing the fact I was the only other person to be able to do this felt so empowering and special. Just a few weeks ago, I was buying my first supplies from the store and now here I was, ionising my Pokemon and making them shine. It was incredible.

****

You defeated Gym Leader Maddie!

"Alright, you did it! High five!" She held her hand up, right above my head, and as I raised my own, I almost stumbled as she yelled out "SCUBADIVE!" And dipped her hand just at the last second. We both burst out laughing.

"Hahahaha! I really owe you tons, Y/N! This is the most fun I've had in ages! Not only did you fix up that spectrometer, but you also gave me one hell of a thrashing!"

"Haha, it was nothing! I should be thanking you for the ionisation chip!"

Maddie shook her head, yet she was still smiling "It's no problem. I've already mailed a bunch of them off to the Elite Four. They're really impressed with your work thus far. You keep on knocking them dead, you hear me?"

"I will. But you're as tough as steel itself, Maddie." I replied.

"And now you can show the world you're even tougher!" She leaned forward and fixed a little silver broach onto my shirt. The Steel Badge!

"Now you can catch Pokemon of up to Level 50 and they'll actually do what you ask without protest!" She proudly announced.

Suddenly, my Rotom phone began to ring. I picked it up. "Hello?" I answered.

"Hey, Y/N, this is Buzz. I'm calling an emergency meeting over at my gym. Are you alright to be there?"

"Yeah, I'll get a flying taxi right now. I beat Maddie, by the way." I was grinning as I told him this.

"That's excellent news! I'm proud of you! Not many people can crush the Iron Lady and live to tell the tale," he chuckled. This caused Maddie to smirk and strike a "tough girl" pose.

"Alright, see ya in a bit!" Buzz called off.

"Hey, Y/N, is it okay if I come with you to the meeting? There's something playing on my mind and I really think I should discuss it with Buzz." Maddie said. The atmosphere immediately changed when she said this, there seemed to be a hint of fear in her eyes. I knew this couldn't be good. Anyone who is capable of scaring Maddie is a serious force to be reckoned with. So I agreed, and we both made our way outside to call the Flying Taxi.

****

However, during the meeting itself, Maddie was oddly quiet. She appeared to be staring at the table in apprehension, and her leg was bouncing, suggesting she was very nervous. This was completely out of character for her.

"You don't think the Professor could've been wrong about there being human interference in that Aron's typing, don't you?" Mackenzie theorised.

Buzz shook his head vehemently. "Absolutely not. There's no way. Team Moon know a thing or two about mechanics. I don't know anyone else who abuses machinery like them."

"But how can you actually be sure it was Team Moon? When Lisa found the Aron, there weren't any grunts nearby." Danny remarked.

"Well, it's not like they're going to be in plain sight," I rolled my eyes. "Although if it really was Team Moon, you'd think they'd do a better job of hiding the Pokemon they tamper with."

"I think Danny's right. There haven't been any Team Moon grunts around here as of late." Maddie remarked.

"They haven't been seen around for a long time, come to think of it," Jordan mumbled. "What do you think, Maddie? You're the steel-type expert, after all."

Maddie took a deep breath, before speaking up. "There's no way the Professor could've been wrong. Someone intentionally tampered with that Pokemon, and tried to switch its type."

We all nodded, however, none of us could have been prepared for the next words that followed from her.

"And I think the culprit is somebody in this room."

[angelamajiki]

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐧

PAIRINGS: Yandere! Fatgum x Female! Sidekick! Reader

CW: noncon, voyeurism, bell bulge, size kink, praise kink, breeding, cunninglingus, bondage, dumbification

AN: This is a piece for Fern’s 1k Event! PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE ! Read the intro and first piece before reading this one! Ty <3 P.S. the italicized quotes are Nighteye’s and reader prior convo

Gluttony: The Second Circle of Dante’s Inferno

“What I like about gluttony,' a bishop I knew used to say, 'is that it doesn't hurt anyone else.'”

You hadn’t the faith to believe him when he said it.

It was hard to call the exchanges that occurred between the two of you a conversation. More or less, he spoke the truth of your reality and you simply didn’t have the gall to question it.

The elevator he thrust you into was cold and unnerving despite the cheesy jazz music that thankfully filled the void of silence you were sure would have deafened you if it prolonged itself. It gave you time to think on his words, more so than you would have liked to.

“The flesh endures the storms of the present alone; the mind, those of the past and future as well as the present. Gluttony is a lust of the mind. It is a poison that is all-consuming of the senses.”

Gluttony was the next trial, so it seemed. Lord knows what lies ahead for you, leaving you foolishly clutching to the notion that this circle couldn’t possibly be worse than the last.

The abrupt halt to the elevator allows the gravity of the situation to sink in fully. The inescapable horror was creeping in through the crack in the door, especially when it opened to find a man waiting for you.

And what a man he was, standing at nearly eight feet.

“Just the gal I was lookin’ for! I was worried my favorite lil sidekick had run off right after quitin’ time.”

An enormous, gloved hand clapped down on your shoulder, lingering far longer than you would have liked.

“Follow me to my office, yeah? I got something I wanna discuss with ya.”

And just like that, the string of fate slipped around your neck like a noose and pulled you along down the empty hallway, save for you, the man, and the numerous amounts of plaques, awards, and other celebratory memorabilia decorating the agency halls.

Judging by the pictures you saw yourself in, you were a hero of sorts, working alongside the unnamed man and two others you had yet to meet. Hopefully, your paths would never cross.

Even inside his office, you could see the remnants of what your life would be in this circle of hell. Whoever was with you seemed to be very fond of you, given the number of photographs and newspaper clippings adorning his desk and walls of the office.

“Y’know, I’ve been thinking about you a lot, and not just your fantastic work as a hero. Been thinking about what a fine woman you’ve grown to be.”

Those large hands found your shoulders again, stroking and rubbing to set you at ease in his grasp.

“Strong.”

One dipped down to your waist.

“Sweet.”

The other onto your arm.

“Everything a man like me needs. You sure fill my appetite in more than one way.”

Finally, the rest on your hips, thumbing circles into the soft flesh he took purchase in there.

Ah, so this was the glutton in question.

“I’m not sure I’m following what you mean.”

Just play dumb, maybe this circle will have mercy on you.

“Oh, don’t play coy with me, honey. There’s no reason to get all shy on me; I promise I don’t bite-”

His hand slid up to your neck, resting comfortably while enveloping the entirety of it with just his palm.

“Unless you ask for it.”

The whisper in his voice sent shivers down your spine, leaving you frozen in his grasp. It was undeniable that you would never beat him, no matter what your power may be in this world. Hell, if you even had one, how certain were you that you could use it?

Your options were far and few between, but laying down and taking it like some pathetic little bitch was not going to be an option for you. Not here, not now.

The shrill sound of your own voice even hurt your own ears as you cried for help, thrashing wildly in the grip of the man.

Your cries for help should have been chosen more carefully, seeing as when your two apparent saviors sped into the room, they opted to help the man pin you down even further.

“Damn, she’s being a feisty little thing-”

“Fatgum, let go of her neck! You’re gonna hurt her.”

“S-Should we really be doing this?”

And so you were left bound against the top of the desk, shrouded in a swarth of tentacles pinning your legs open and your hands above your head.

“Thank you, boys. Didn’t realize she would cause such a stir.”

So Fatgum was his name, or so it appeared to be an alias of some sorts.

“Fatgum, please-”

His smile was sickeningly sweet as he towered over you.

“Awe, no need for formalities with me, sugar plum. Just call me Tai, yeah?”

The two other men stood beside you, watching their boss closely as he dealt with you.

“Curiosity is gluttony. To see is to devour.”

Damn that cursed man for sending you down here in that goddamn elevator. This journey alone made it nearly impossible to keep this strength to see your mother again alive.

“Tai, please. I don’t-” His hearty laugh cut you off. “Begging already, sugar? By the fight you put up, I’d almost thought you didn’t want me anymore.”

“I don’t!” You protested, squirming in your slimy bonds before they tightened uncomfortably around you.

“Don’t yell at him like that. It's unbecoming of you.”

The raven-haired man snapped at you, looking down with a blush seared across his face and up to his ears.

“Relax, Tamaki. She just needs a reminder of who she belongs, ain’t that right? But, he’s right, I can't have you mouthing off like that, now can I?”

Slipping his black mask off his eyes, Tai fastened it around your mouth and head, loosely gagging you.

“Yeah, you belong to us!”

It was the redhead’s turn to pipe up before Tai shushed the pair of men.

“Now, now, I know you’re fond of our sweet little sidekick here, but this?”

He clapped a hand over still clothed pussy, rubbing gently.

“This here is mine; you boys can’t have this. But you’re more than welcome to stay and watch as I indulge myself.”

You whined into the gag, looking at him with teary eyes as he ripped a hole in your bottoms and panties.

“Hey, hey, hey. No need for tears, honeybun. You're safe with me, okay? I’m gonna take such good care of my little sweetheart, don’t you worry about a thing.”

His large fingers stroked over your clit slowly and tenderly, kissing your salty tears away as he shushed you with praise and loving words. Thumbing your clit, he pushed his middle fingers into you at a slow pace, grinning softly when you bit back a moan.

“Come on now, girl. We wanna hear how good I’m makin’ ya feel, ain’t that right, boys?”

Their collective groans of pleasure gave you all the response you needed; those sick fucks were getting off on you being harassed by your boss.

His finger sped up in pace, making you squeal once he curled his finger in an upwards motion. “Can’t wait to hear what you’ll sound like on my cock, sweet girl. Gonna sing us a nice song?”

Another finger slipped in as his free hand pawed at your tits, fondling and groping as he finger fucked you a new sense of vigor.

“As much as I don't want to hurt you, sweetheart, I’m just itching to get inside you and feel that pretty cunt around me. You understand, don’t you? I just can’t help myself when it comes to you.”

His lips continued to litter your skin in kisses to your face, licking at the tears that fell from your eyes when he added a third finger into your tight, wet hole.

“Mhm, you won’t mind if I have a taste, do ya?”

You could only whine in response.

“Of course you don’t, my good girl never says no to me.”

A hot mouth sealed itself around your clit as three fingers pumped in and out of you steadily, hitting all the right spots repeatedly. You squealed and shook in your binds, feeling your orgasm approaching hard and fast with the aid of his tongue lapping and suckling at you.

“Gonna cum for me, pretty girl?”

That was all you needed to feel yourself reach that blinding peak, sobbing and writhing as he rode out your ecstasy. His tongue continued to work at you far after you were finished, overestimating you without a care in the world. Your whines of protest fell on deaf ears as he just pulled your body closer to his face.

“Taste so good, sweetheart. I’ll stop when I’m finished with my meal, y’understand? This is my pussy, and I’ll do what I want with it.”

Leaving you twitching and sobbing, Tai finally pulled away and stood up, pulling his cock out and stroking it above you.

“Can’t wait to breed my pussy. Gonna make you my cute little cream puff.”

Both of his massive hands circled around you waist, pulling you flush against him as he sank all the way into your tight heat. The stretch of his girth was quite nearly unbearable as he pushed himself to the hilt inside of you, rubbing the small bulge in your belly with fondness while peering down at you.

“You feel so good, sweetheart. I knew you’d be so good for me. Yer takin’ me so well.”

Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as he slowly pulled out, leaving your legs twitching wildly when his thumb found its way back to your clit before he sank back in all the way. You could snark about how courteous it was of him to allow you to adjust, but the thread of consciousness was hard to grasp onto as he completely dominated your mind with numbing pleasure.

“You were made to take my cock, sweet thing. Let me give you a treat for bein’ so obedient for me.”

His praise went straight to your gut, as much as you hated to admit it, leaving you feeling pliable and soft under his demanding touch. Those hands around your waist pulled at your body, bringing you back and forth on his cock like you were a goddamn fleshlight.

“Ah, ” he grunted. “I don't think I can hold back much longer; you’ll let me be selfish, won’t ya?”

With that, all sense of tenderness and gentleness was thrown out the window as he picked you up from the desk, holding you against his chest as he jackhammered into you with an impossible pace of his hips.

“Shit! Squeezing me so tight, bein’ such a good little fucktoy for me.”

The sounds of skin slapping and the collective sounds of pleasure rang heavy in the room as he used and abused your throbbing pussy, feeling his grip on you tighten when he was reaching his own high.

“Fuck! I’m gonna cum, gonna stuff my pussy nice and full!”

The bulge on your stomach grew even more as he came, stuffing you to the hilt with his cum and his cock. Ropes of it leaked out of your hole, even as he stayed inside you, panting and kissing at your sweaty forehead.

“Gave ‘em a good show, didn’t we, sweetheart? Say thank you, boys.”

Their thanks were mumbled out as they too had exhausted themselves just from the display of your pleasure. Tamaki’s tentacles retracted themselves from you, allowing you to stretch and return feeling to your arms and legs.

“Here’s what’s gonna happen, sweetheart. We’re - hey, are you with me? I’m gonna clean you up and take you back home with me, okay? No more hero nonsense for you, ya hear me? All you need to do from now on is stay home and keep that pussy warm for me.”

Like hell you were going to stay for another damned second in this realm, not after being violated so horrifically.

“O-Okay.”

Play it cool, play it cool.

“Let me go to the bathroom, then.” You swallowed, hoping to fool the men. “A-And I’ll get my change of clothes and we can go home.”

You didn’t wait for a response, hobbling out of the office before making a break down the hall for the elevator. Their shouts echoed off the hallway walls as you ran with all your strength left back into the safety of the elevator, leaving them running after you before the door shut on them.

“Gluttony is a great fault; but we do not necessarily dislike a glutton. We only dislike the glutton when he becomes a gourmet-that is, we only dislike him when he not only wants the best for himself, but knows what is best for other people.”

— tagging: @sightoru @anarchicmartyr @natsuonii @whumperooni @viixens @lunar-nebula @trafalgar-temptress

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Saving The Miracle

Bruno X Reader

Chapter Three

Chapter Two if you missed it!

CHAPTER FOUR OUT NOW!

Beauty & The Seven Foot Frame Masterlist!

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Everyone piled into Antonio's room to celebrate. Y/n was talking with julieta and Camilo when Mirabel came panting into Antonio's room “THE HOUSE IS IN DANGER!” Mirabel ran up to Alma “the tiles were falling and there were cracks everywhere! And the candle almost went out.” She explained. 

Alma immediately straightened up and walked towards Mirabel “Show me!”

Mirabel led Alma outside into the courtyard where no cracks could be seen, Mirabel looked at all the doors and saw them glowing still. “What- no! The cracks were there! They were everywhere. The house was in trouble-​​ the candle was-!” isabela scoffed and rolled her eyes at mirabel, victor kept looking over his shoulder worried for some reason. “Abuela! I promise-” Mirabel pleaded “That’s enough!” Alma put her hand up towards mirabel before turning towards everyone. “There is nothing wrong with la casa madrigal! The magic is strong and so are the drinks! Please, music!” alma clapped. Agustin played the piano while Luisa held it up. After that the party continued like nothing had happened.

Julieta led Mirabel into the kitchen where she made arepas “I would never ruin Antonio's night! Is that what you think?” julieta walked over and flipped the arepas she had already cooking. “What I think is that today was very hard for you.” julieta said softly. “That's not-mmh! I was looking out for the family! And I might not be super strong like luisa or effortlessly perfect like senorita perfecta isabela! Who’s never had a bad hair day but whatever” Mirabel sighed.

Julieta walked over and leaned on the counter next to mirabel as casita rolled over an arepa. Mirabel held out her hand for julieta to hand it over.

“I wish you could see yourself the way I do. You are perfect!” julieta told Mirabel as she gave her an arepa. “Just like this, you are just as special as anyone else in this family.” Mirabel hummed and lifted up her hand to show julieta. “And you just healed my hand with an arepa con queso!” Mirabel raised an eyebrow at her. “I healed your hand..with my love for my daughter! With her wonderful brain! Big heart! Cool glasses!” “mama!” Mirabel gently pushed herself away from julieta “I know what I saw!” julieta let out a sigh.

“Mira, my brother Bruno lost his way in this family. I don't want the same for you…get some sleep, you’ll feel better tomorrow.” julieta told Mirabel who just stared at julieta.

Later that night little did she know her cousin victor had the same idea as her to go on the roof. On opposite sides of the roof neither one could see each other across the way until they got to Alma's window seal. Where they both freaked each other out “what are you doing up here!” Mirabel whisper yelled to Victor “I could ask you the same thing-!” Victor was cut off by Alma looking out her window looking up at the sky. 

“Ayy pedro. I need you! Cracks in our casita..if our family knew how vulnerable we truly are, if our miracle is dying, we can not lose our home again! Why is this happening? Open my eyes if the answer is here, help me find it! help me protect our family, help me save our miracle” victor and mirabel looked at each other and silently nodded as alma walked away “We’re gonna save the miracle!” they both whispered to each other.

Victor rushed to his room and got dressed before walking to the nursery where he and Mirabel met up and tried to figure out what to do. 

“Wait, how do we save a miracle?” they both asked each other out loud. Casita shrugged at the pair. “Let’s figure out what’s happening to the miracle!” Mirabel suggested which casita did a yes but how movement. “Oh I have no idea! But there is one person who hears everything about everything so if there’s anything wrong with the magic it’s her!” Victor picked up the photo of the family.

During the morning Mirabel and Victor stuck together even when getting food. “Hey look, there's dolores!” Mirabel and Victor walked over to the table, Victor immediately knew it was camilo due to the arepa’s being stacked onto the plate, dolores would always have a light breakfast. “Dolores! Hey! You know out of all my older cousins you know my favorite cousin! So i feel like i could talk to you about anything and YOU could talk to me about anything like the problem with the magic last night that no one seems to worry about, but maybe you heard about that maybe i should know about?” Mirabel leaned closer to ‘Dolores’, victor held in a laugh.

“Camilo! Stop pretending to be Dolores just so you could have seconds!” Felix scolded. “Heh worth a shot!” Camilo said as Casita started smacking him light on his back which made him run away from the wall. “The only people worried about the magic are you two! And the rats talking in the walls! Oh and luisa I Heard her eye twitching..all night!” Dolores let out a small squeak as she walked to the table Luisa had just set out for everyone.

“Everyone to the table! Let’s go, let’s go” alma rushed everyone to the table. Mirabel quickly sat down next to luisa, she accidentally stole pepa’s seat which made pepa gain a thunder cloud which felix made go away. 

“We are all thankful for Antonio's new…gift!” Alma went to sit but noticed Antonio had his animal friends on her chair. “I told them to warm up your seat!” he smiled. “Thank you tonito! I’m sure today we’ll find a way to put your blessing to good use!” Alma told Antonio as she sat down. “Luisa, Dolores said you're totally freaking out any chance you may know something about last night with the magic!” luisa’s eye twitched, causing mirabel to smack the table “YOU DO!” Everyone looked over. “Mirabel if you can’t pay attention i will help you!” “Actually-!” Victor went to stand up for her but Abuela had casita move Mirabel's chair next to her.  

“As I was saying! We must never take our miracle for granted so today we will work twice as hard.” Mirabel leaned back into her chair looking at Luisa and victor. “Mmh i’ll help luisa!” Mirabel tried to push her chair back but Casita pushed her back into the table “Stop! First, an announcement!” Alma said as she stood up to walk to the table.

“I’ve spoken to the guzmans about mariano’s proposal to isabela! Dolores, do we have a date?” Dolores tilted her head to listen. “Tonight. He wants five babies!” Dolores gave isabela a side eye which made victoria silently laugh as isabela grew flowers on top of her head. Alma picked off an imperfect white flower. “Wonderful! Such a fine young man with our perfect isabela! Will bring a new generation of magical blessings and make both of our families stronger!” Y/n sighed, she knew what it was like to be in isabela’s shoes. Camilo decided to shift into mariano which made isabela roll her eyes and threw flowers at his face.

“Okay our community is counting on us! La familia madrigal!” “¡LA FAMILIA MADRIGAL!” Both Mirabel and Victor immediately stood up and went to talk to Luisa but she was already gone. 

They both sighed and went to run after her but they both bumped into their siblings. “Oww! Watch where you go, victor!” Victoria sighed and she stood up and brushed off her dress. “What is your problem!” isabela said as mirabel and victor both let out a quick sorry before running after luisa

Luisa explained to the pair that the night Mirabel saw the cracks she had felt weak. She had suggested that the pair go and check Bruno's tower for his lost vision.

The pair snuck past isabela and abuela and walked up to Bruno's border upped door. Once the duo got the boards down, Mirabel opened the door and walked inside. Victor sighed and stopped himself from following mirabel in, mirabel turned around and noticed the look on victor’s face. “Are you okay vic?” Mirabel asked softly. “I remember when my pa left…mama refused to leave his door…abuela had tio felix and tio agustin move mama away from the door. I remember hearing her cry that whole night.” Mirabel walked over to victor and hugged him and he couldn’t get his mama’s crying face out of his mind.

“Felix, augustin..please!” y/n begged as she watched the pair board up Bruno's door. “Mama?” Victor asked as he opened his door but quickly got pushed back into his room by Isabela who walked into Victor's door. “Where’s my papa?” isabela’s heart broke as a teary eyed victor looked up at his cousin “Here mijo come read this to me please!” Pedro asked him as he watched his oldest grandchild deal with victor. “Izzy, where is my papa?” Isabela just knelt down and held victor in her arms as Victor started to cry into her shoulder.

“I want my papa!” Victoria said to y/n as she worked at the bakery. y/n’s siblings froze, nervous how y/n was gonna react. “He went on a vacation vicky..” y/n told her five year old as she put conchas into the display case. “When will he be back!” Esperanza noticed y/n holding back her tears. “I don’t know victoria, now go play with isa or dolores!” 

The twins also remembered when the townspeople would whisper about them. “That’s the one I was telling you about! Her husband left her with those two kids!” Y/n scoffed as she walked past “what are the childrens powers?” “The boy can see the dead, freaky right! The little girl can control water, everyone says she’s the next isabela!” y/n turned around to face the women gossiping. “You can talk bad about me all you want! But don’t you ever talk about my kids!” The ladies just rolled their eyes and started talking about someone else's drama.

“VICTOR!” The pair looked over and saw Victoria walking up the stairs looking for her brother . “Here you go look for the vision, I'll be out here with everyone. Tell me if you find anything!” Victor quickly rushed away to go and see what victoria wanted.

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Evil Twins - Part 2

Billy Russo & Aleksander Morozova x Reader

Summary: When two worlds which have already collided then collide with yours - that’s an explosive situation.

A/N: This does not follow canon, it’s mainly a mix of fluff and angst with quite a lot of lemon zest 🍋 My Fantasy Punisher/Shadow and Bone crossover AU.

Warnings: 18+ NSFW due to sexual content including oral and unprotected* sex between consenting adults. Some drinking & swearing.

*Irl, please don’t go wild in the country without protection.

(My photo edit)

The mutual staring contest went on between the three of you for some moments longer.

Then the one in the suit (character name - Billy Russo) cleared his throat and said, “Uh… hi.” He held his hands up, palms out, as if trying to calm you down although you hadn’t even uttered a sound.

“Don’t start screaming or nothin’, we’re not gonna hurt you.” “Speak for yourself,” muttered the other one, eyes still drinking in every inch of you. Billy shot him a dirty look, before turning back to you, “Now, sweetheart, I guess you’re wonderin’ why we’re here.”

Nodding, you felt as if you’d temporarily lost the ability to speak.

And you still weren’t quite sure if you were stoned or not.

“You are not the only one, moi krasivyy,” said the guy in black (character name - The Darkling or General Kirigan) managing to look you in the eyes for once, “we are wondering that too!”

“Ha! That’s rich, comin’ from you. This is all your mother’s fault!” snapped Billy. “OUR mother!” yelled the General. The two of them squared up to each other, glaring into each other’s identical eyes.

Oh this is ridiculous, you thought. You jumped up - praying your dizziness had gone - and clapped your hands loudly once. Their heads turned towards you immediately.

“Okay, that’s enough. Sit down please.”

To your surprise, they did as you asked. Side by side on your other sofa, looking up at you - they really were identical, hairstyles differing a little but apart from that - two peas in a pod.

“Here’s what I do know, although it isn’t much. I was watching two TV series tonight, and you are in one of them and you’re in the other,” you pointed at each of them in turn, “..you are Billy Russo and you are The Darkling. Well, that was in the book, you’re called General Kirigan in the TV series. And now you’re both here. In my flat.” You’d noticed Billy eye-rolling as you were speaking, and now he snorted, turning to the General, “The Darkling? What kind of fucking stupid-ass name is that?!”

The General jumped up off the sofa and so did Billy, and they were back to staring each other out, nose to nose.

You sighed, and folded your arms across your chest. That’s when you remembered you really were too scantily clad to be standing in front of two strangers like this, so without a word you stalked off into your bedroom to get your dressing gown. Putting one arm into a sleeve and pulling it round your shoulders to pull the other sleeve on, you turned to leave and found the two of them standing in the doorway, watching while you were putting on your robe.

“Out!” you shooed them in front of you, and they reluctantly walked back down the short hallway and into your living room. You waved them back onto the sofa, tying your robe, and they both sat down again.

“Now, where were we? Oh yes. How on earth did two TV characters end up in my flat? And why do you look like each other - I thought the two characters were played by the same actor. But there are two of you!”

They exchanged a glance, and Billy replied, “We’ve only just discovered that we’re twins. And I’ll tell you what we know but it won’t make sense. It doesn’t even make sense to us.”

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About an hour later, the two of them were just staring at you again and you were staring back. You’d introduced yourself by now, filled them in on exactly where they’d arrived at, and made tea. They’d sat there on your sofa sipping from their cups, telling you their frankly unbelievable stories.

You’d listened patiently as they explained why they’d ended up in your living room, and when Billy had mentioned the part about his apartment being sealed so they couldn’t get out, you’d raced over to your front door. Heart sinking, you pulled uselessly at the door handle. It wouldn’t budge.

Sitting back down and giving a huge sigh, you sank back into the cushions and managed to calmly say, “You realise I still can’t get my head round this? You. Two. Are. Fictional. Characters! Do you understand? You’re not supposed to be real! But now it seems you are, and you’re sitting on my sofa!”

That’s when the staring had recommenced. Then Billy had simply said, “Sorry ‘bout that.”

You burst out laughing, and Billy grinned at you. The General looked annoyed and you heard him mutter, “He’s not that amusing.” Turning towards him, you said, “Now now, General, is that some sibling rivalry right there?” His dark eyes met yours, “Call me Aleksander. And no - we’ve not been ‘siblings’ long enough to feel any rivalry.” “Are you sure about that, Aleksander?” you asked.

Billy smirked at him, and Aleksander literally snarled, “He’s nothing compared to me!”

You sighed. You could guess what was going to happen next. Yes, there they go…..

They’d both leapt up and were doing their facing off thing, snarking and bitching at each other.

You did your hand-clapping thing and like good puppies they stopped and sat down, both still huffing though. “Billy,” you said, and he looked over at you, “Did you ask Baghra which Small Science you specialised in? Aleksander is a Shadow Summoner.” “The Shadow Summoner,” you heard Aleksander mutter, but you ignored him and carried on. “What is yours? You must be Grisha too, right?”

“Not necessarily!” Aleksander butted in, sulky look on his face, “he could be Otkazat'sya,” he looked over at you, “…that’s people without Grisha capabilities.” Billy glowered at him. “Was your father Grisha too?” you asked Aleksander. His face became stern and closed off, “Yes. A Heartrender. I don’t know anything else about him.”

Oh, you thought, think I touched a nerve there. “You said Baghra is a Shadow Summoner too, right? So is it not more likely that Billy would also have Grisha powers?” He sighed, admitting, “Yes, he probably does.” “I didn’t get a chance to ask,” said Billy, with a triumphant smirk aimed at Aleksander appearing on his face. You got the distinct feeling that he’d really wanted to stick his tongue out at his twin, but somehow he’d managed not to. Aleksander was glaring back at him, looking like he wanted to strangle Billy.

How long were these two going to be here? you silently thought. It was like you’d suddenly adopted two sulky teenage boys. Or two large toddlers. Either description would fit.

It was exhausting.

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Earlier on, when their hostess had left them alone while she made tea, Aleksander had leant into Billy’s face and stated, “She is going to be mine. Just to make things crystal clear.” Billy had shaken his head, laughing, “Oh you think? Nah. She’s definitely going to go for me, given the choice.” “Ha! She needs a real man, not some…” he looked Billy over, “…pathetic idiot who dresses in suits. And as I haven’t had sex in decades, it’s only fair that I get the woman.”

Billy had been laughing out loud at this and was just about to reply when she’d returned with three cups of tea and some biscuits on a plate. She’d given them a strange look as she’d placed these on the coffee table, but Billy had quietened down almost immediately and both of them now had innocent smiles on their faces.

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You were yawning by now, informing them that you were going to bed and that they’d need to sleep on the two small sofas.

They’d exchanged glances, and Aleksander had smirked, “That’s a very big bed you’ve got in your room.” You nodded, stating firmly, “Yes, a king-size bed. It’s got a lot of space… and it’s all for me. I��ll get some blankets and pillows for you two.”

Noting their disappointed looks, you walked through to your bedroom and pulled some blankets out of the ottoman chest at the foot of your bed. You were in a bit of a temper. If they thought for one second that just because you were all stuck in here for however long you were going to open your legs for them, they would soon find out in a very painful manner that sex wasn’t on the menu. You weren’t dumb, you’d seen how the two of them - Aleksander in particular - had been looking at you like you were a snack.

Just as you were rummaging right down to the bottom of the ottoman for the spare pillows, you were suddenly aware of a figure next to you. You grabbed the pillows and stood up, scowling at Aleksander who was once again devouring you with his eyes. “I don’t need any help, thank you,” you snapped at him. However he moved even closer to you, “I was thinking more along the lines of you helping me, moi krasivyy.” “Moi what? What’s that mean?” you asked, sidetracked by curiosity getting the better of you. He grinned at you, “Moi krasivyy. It means ‘my beautiful one’. Because you are. Very beautiful.”

You suddenly heard Billy’s voice, “He’s just trying to talk himself into your bed.”

Aleksander whipped round, scowling at Billy. “Shut up!” he yelled at him.

“Ooh, touchy!”

“I meant every word I said. She is very beautiful!”

“Yes, of course she is, just like you said! But she doesn’t need you to tell her that.”

“Why shouldn’t I tell her she’s beautiful?”

“Because you’ve got a hidden agenda!”

“And you don’t?!”

“We both want to fuck her and you know it! You’re just being more obvious about it!”

They both froze as soon as those words came out of Billy’s mouth and their heads swung towards you, two sets of worried eyes meeting yours. You had your arms crossed again, and boy were you pissed.

“Firstly, I’m right here, you know. Standing right here listening to you argue about who’s going to fuck me.” They both looked somewhat ashamed. “Well, let me tell you…. that will be neither of you! The arrogance of the two of you! Not only do you land in my flat totally uninvited but you act as if I’ve been provided as your personal fucktoy. Not gonna happen! Have we got that clear?”

They both nodded, and you heard mumbled ‘Sorry’s’ as you stomped out past them to the living room. Both followed behind you, now silent. Dumping the blankets and pillows onto one of the sofas, you huffed a ‘Goodnight’ to them and returned to your room, firmly closing the door. Pity it didn’t lock, you thought.

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Billy was squirming about under his blanket, his long legs hanging off the edge of the too-short sofa. Across from him on the other sofa, Aleksander was doing exactly the same.

“This is your fault,” grumbled Aleksander, “…if you hadn’t inserted yourself into the conversation, I could’ve been sharing that lovely bed with that lovely woman.” “Dream on, jerk,” laughed Billy, “you don’t stand a chance.” “Of course I stand a chance! More than you do…. jerk!” replied Aleksander, adding, “Whatever that means.” “A jerk perfectly describes you…. a very annoyin’ stupid prick!” “It describes you perfectly too!” Voices rising, both getting ready to jump up yet again and really get into it. Which was rapidly becoming a thing with the twins.

“It perfectly describes both of you!” came a shout from behind the closed bedroom door. “Now just shut up and go to sleep!”

They exchanged guilty looks and settled uncomfortably back down on their respective sofas.

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Emerging into the living room the next morning, you saw two dark heads peeking out from underneath their blankets and heard two sets of soft snores. Their feet were dangling off the ends of the sofas, and you momentarily felt sorry for them. Your furniture was not intended for six-foot males to sleep on.

Heading to your kitchen, you filled and switched on the kettle, then took a loaf of bread out of a cupboard and popped four slices into the toaster. Hmm… you didn’t have a huge amount of food in your fridge and cupboards. Before all… this had happened, you’d intended picking some more up today. How were you going to get more supplies? And what about your store! Everyone would wonder why it was closed. The store was only usually shut on Sundays, and today was Saturday.

This was a complete disaster. Sighing, you took out another two slices of bread to await toasting and as you closed up the wrapping, suddenly noticed that the loaf didn’t feel as if had got any smaller. You opened it up again and double-checked. You had previously only used a couple of slices, and no way was this loaf now 6 slices lighter, it was exactly the same as it had been. “Oh fuck off,” you muttered. What was this? Narnia? Alice in Fucking Wonderland? Oh well - maybe this meant you and your two ‘guests’ wouldn’t starve.

You jumped, startled, as you heard Billy’s voice behind you, “Somethin’ wrong, sweetheart?” He was leaning against the doorframe, wearing only a pair of tight black boxer briefs. Your jaw dropped as you took in this vision of masculine beauty. His smirk at you was totally self-satisfied, and you closed your mouth immediately. “Can’t you put some clothes on!” you snapped, and his grin got wider. “Only got my suit and it ain’t that comfortable for loungin’ around in.”

The toaster popped up at that point and you jumped again. “Am I makin’ you nervous, sweetheart?” he grinned. You turned away and took out the butter from the fridge. Placing the remaining two slices in the toaster, you began to spread the butter on the other 4 slices. “No, you are not,” you denied, looking defiantly at him, knowing it wasn’t true. The two of them were really hot guys, no denying that, but you absolutely couldn’t let them know that’s what you were thinking.

Aleksander now appeared behind him, likewise clad in just his underwear - black boxer shorts - and leant on the other side of the door, arms crossed on his chest. “You’re very kind, making tea for us,” he commented.

Oh good lord! your man-starved mind screeched, this is just too much first thing in the morning! Two male thirst traps, looking like they were currently shooting a Calvin Klein ad.

You hastily turned away and said, “Can one of you make yourself useful, please? Put three teabags into the teapot and fill it up with the hot water.” You hid a grin as they both tried to come into the kitchen at the same time and got jammed in the door. “Okay - Billy, you do it,” you said, “you’ve probably got more experience...” He chuckled, “Yes I have, angel. More than him, that’s for sure!” just as you added, “…of making tea.” Now it was Aleksander’s turn to laugh, “Yes… in tea-making only. Other people usually make my tea.”

“Now don’t you two start arguing again!”

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You brought the teapot, cups and plate of toast into the living room and put it down on the coffee table, noting that they’d folded up their blankets and piled them on top of their pillows on one of the sofas. Must be the military training, you thought. They were sitting on one of the sofas again, both still in their underwear. That was disturbing.

Now you were the one having to stop your eyes roaming over their bodies. Both of which happened to be lean, athletic and very nicely toned, commented your mind. Okay! Enough of that. Did you have any men’s clothes still lying around anywhere, you wondered? Quite possibly, and you decided you’d have a good look once you’d had your tea and toast.

Later on, you came out of your bedroom having found two pairs of grey tracksuit bottoms and a couple of black t-shirts, left behind by your previous boyfriend. You’d laundered them, intending to give them back to him but he’d moved out of the area so that never happened, and they’d lived in one of your drawers ever since. And just as well they had, you thought - I’ve got to get them into some clothes or else I won’t be responsible for my actions.

Handing them over, you remarked, “Hopefully these fit you.” Billy looked at them, nose wrinkling, “Whose are these?” “An ex of mine. Don’t worry! They’ve been washed.” They both stood up and pulled on the jogging bottoms, maybe a tiny bit short for them but not by too much. You smiled to yourself as you noticed one’s movements often mirrored the other’s. They really were twins in every way, although you were sure they’d argue with you on that point.

Both shook out the t-shirts and looked at the band logos on each. “Led Zeppelin?” queried Aleksander. “An old school rock band,” you replied. He looked none the wiser, shrugging but pulling the t-shirt on over his head nevertheless. “Queen!!?” howled Billy, “I’m not wearin’ that!” “Why not, Billy? I love Queen!” you said, offended. He glanced over at you, “Oh, do you? Well… alright then,” and on it went without further argument. The two of them stood there, looking each other over and arguing about which of them looked better in their new outfits.

This really is like getting the children ready for school, you smirked to yourself. Secretly you found it rather amusing that these two alpha males kept challenging each other. But it was just as well you were around to act as referee before they came to actual blows.

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After having put the TV on for the ‘kids’, you began to gather the tea cups, tea pot and plates back onto the tray, fervently hoping that your dishwasher was still working. You noticed that in the few short moments they’d been sitting on the sofas, Aleksander’s eyes were beginning to close. You called his name softly and when he opened his eyes again, told him he could go and take a nap in your bed if he liked. His eyes sparkling, he was off the sofa and sprinting through to your bedroom before you’d properly finished your sentence. The bedroom door slammed.

Billy huffed, “You know he was just doing that ‘dozing off because I’m so tired’ thing just so he could sleep in your bed?” You picked up the tray, “Really? Now, don’t be jealous Billy, you can join him if you like.” Predictably, as you turned to head to the kitchen, you heard, “I’m not sharing a bed with him!”

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Billy followed on your heels into the kitchen, and you jumped as you put down the tray and realised he was so close behind you.

“Sorry,” he shrugged, “I just wanted to say - while my delightful twin is out of the way for once - that I’m really truly sorry about what I said last night. About… you know, you and me and him, and.. uhh.. well, you know.” “Yes, Billy, I do know. Apology accepted.” You took the lid off the teapot and turned back to the sink.

He continued, “I really do wanna fuck you but I shoulda told you that in private.”

The teapot lid clattered into the sink, “Billy! Do you have to be so… so direct!” you yelled, while he just stood there, looking down at you with those liquid dark chocolate eyes, trademark smirk on his face.

“We keep movin’ universes, sweetheart! -so carpe diem, as they say.”

He moved his body forwards, pushing you against the sink and a big hand was pulling your head towards his. You were still both maintaining eye contact up to this point; long fingers slid along your jawline and you felt his lips on yours in what quickly became a heated kiss. You saw his eyes close, and allowed yours to slowly close too.

This is such a bad idea!!!

….screeched that nagging little voice at the back of your mind.

But oh my lord, did it feel so very, very good…..

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